Post by Seifer Blacke on Aug 19, 2009 15:01:26 GMT -5
Reality
The scene opens up in Seifer's interview room. He is pacing back and forth, something obviously on his mind. He picks up a water bottle off of a nearby table and takes a sip, now staring at a point on the floor. he takes deep breaths, trying to stay calm. He throws the water bottle to the floor, and turns to the camera. He presses record.
"Alexander the Third of Macedon was not a man poisoned by another. His allies dared not to harm a god among men. Alexander poisoned himself with years of heavy alcoholism. He destroyed himself from the inside, underestimating the evils close behind him, just as you have done."
Seifer suddenly explodes with anger.
"Don't, and I mean DON'T ever question my intentions, Alex. I am driven by things you don't understand."
Seifer shudders as he speaks, literally boiling over with anger. He looks to the floor, the water beginning to seep as a puddle into the carpet.
"You know, you shouldn't be so lax when talking about Randy Orton. If he didn't have to dispose of that psycho Jimmy Gimmick, he would be the one whipping your ass around that ring at Summer Salvation. But, Randy had something important he needed to do. Kennedy broke his damn ankle, and now I have the opportunity to hurt you. You don't seem intimidated, which is preferable. Those who stand most confident fall the hardest."
Seifer looks down, his brow furling in anger. His expression changes from anger to slight fear, a mess of emotion as usual. His rage returns and then looks back into the camera, ready to face it.
"I don't need anyone's help in this business. You know, Randy knows, and I know that if need be I would do just fine in becoming champion on my own. I don't need Legacy. It's not a necessity: it's a preference. I align myself with Legacy because they are like me. They want the same things, they strive for the same goals. I think the person most afraid of me is yourself, Alex. You go on the verbal offensive, pandering to the fans, feeling more sure footed with their cheers behind you. Well that's fine with me, because the more they cheer for you, the more satisfaction I will have when I beat you into paralysis in that ring. It will fill me with glee when I kick your damn head off. I will be in ecstasy as I pry that title belt from your slowly weakening grip."
Seifer screams out the last three words, but is no longer out of composure. His expression changes to apathy, the same stone cold apathy apparent in his dark eyes as well.
"You find it a problem that I can't be honest with myself? There are few things in this world that are truth. Peace is not truth. Love is not truth. The only truth on Earth is pain. It is the only thing everyone has to deal with, the only thing all can relate. Be honest with yourself: There is no way in hell you will remain Champion for long. If by some divine miracle you survive Summer Salvation with that title around your waist be prepared to have Legacy on your heels, eager to gnaw you apart. The only truth is Reality, and the reality in this matter is that someone is getting hurt, and it won't be me."
Seifer reaches for the "Record" button, but thinks better of it, and speaks again.
"You know what, Alexander Parise? I'm not done yet. You are the biggest disgrace to this business as a Champion. You focus innately on every aspect of your opponent's character at a level so intense it is obsession. You shouldn't be worrying about my problems. You shouldn't be worrying about making jokes, verbally abusing opponents, and beefing up your fanbase. You should be going to the gym, taking combat classes, maybe even a course on combat psychology, because those are the only things that will make you look better before I beat you. But it's funny that you mention my problems like they are still in my face. I let it all go. My dad? Who needs him? That bitch? Fuck her. It's not like I need FCW to escape from reality. From the minute I stepped into the ring, roles reversed. This became my reality, and everything else faded into fantasy. Reality is something you need to see."
Seifer stares into the camera almost looking confused.
"When you look at me, what do you see? I think you see a confused punk with an attitude problem, but do you want to know what I see? Do you want to know the reality? I am a nineteen year old Prodigy. I am the FCW Intercontinental Champion. I am brutal to my opponents, tossing them aside one by one. As far as I can remember, last time we were in that fucking ring, I pinned your ass. Thats the reality. The only person still living in limbo is yourself. Everyone else on the roster steps out of my way in fear, and yet the Champion, the cliche Top Dog, has to be stupid, has to fight alone in a battle he knows he won't win. Don't make that mistake. Prepare for me. I am more than ready for you."
Seifer reaches for the "Record" button yet again, but his cell phone rings. He answers, and holds a short quiet conversation over the phone. He hangs up.
"Parise, I want you to take a good, long look at how I do things in that ring. It seems that this week I have the privilege of destroying yet another former FCW Champion. Edge has signed on to wrestle me, and I can promise you Alex that Edge isn't stopping me from going anywhere. I am going to steam full speed right through both of you, becoming FCW's Ultimate Champion, holding both singles titles, truely bringing glory to the Legacy. Randy and I will work out world title disputes when we get to that bridge, as we have already discussed. Don't think you can turn him against me. Don't try to hide behind that. Be smart, Alex. Hand that belt over to Legacy before we have to really hurt you. You haven't been warned; you've been marked. Don't let us find you before the Pay Per View, or you won't be defending your title, you will be surrendering it at our feet."
The video cuts from the TV, the camera panning back now, showing Alexander Parise watching Seifer's shoot promo on a screen. The scene fades with Alex standing facing the TV, the World Title gleaming over his shoulder.
End of RP
Comments, questions, critiques welcome.
The scene opens up in Seifer's interview room. He is pacing back and forth, something obviously on his mind. He picks up a water bottle off of a nearby table and takes a sip, now staring at a point on the floor. he takes deep breaths, trying to stay calm. He throws the water bottle to the floor, and turns to the camera. He presses record.
"Alexander the Third of Macedon was not a man poisoned by another. His allies dared not to harm a god among men. Alexander poisoned himself with years of heavy alcoholism. He destroyed himself from the inside, underestimating the evils close behind him, just as you have done."
Seifer suddenly explodes with anger.
"Don't, and I mean DON'T ever question my intentions, Alex. I am driven by things you don't understand."
Seifer shudders as he speaks, literally boiling over with anger. He looks to the floor, the water beginning to seep as a puddle into the carpet.
"You know, you shouldn't be so lax when talking about Randy Orton. If he didn't have to dispose of that psycho Jimmy Gimmick, he would be the one whipping your ass around that ring at Summer Salvation. But, Randy had something important he needed to do. Kennedy broke his damn ankle, and now I have the opportunity to hurt you. You don't seem intimidated, which is preferable. Those who stand most confident fall the hardest."
Seifer looks down, his brow furling in anger. His expression changes from anger to slight fear, a mess of emotion as usual. His rage returns and then looks back into the camera, ready to face it.
"I don't need anyone's help in this business. You know, Randy knows, and I know that if need be I would do just fine in becoming champion on my own. I don't need Legacy. It's not a necessity: it's a preference. I align myself with Legacy because they are like me. They want the same things, they strive for the same goals. I think the person most afraid of me is yourself, Alex. You go on the verbal offensive, pandering to the fans, feeling more sure footed with their cheers behind you. Well that's fine with me, because the more they cheer for you, the more satisfaction I will have when I beat you into paralysis in that ring. It will fill me with glee when I kick your damn head off. I will be in ecstasy as I pry that title belt from your slowly weakening grip."
Seifer screams out the last three words, but is no longer out of composure. His expression changes to apathy, the same stone cold apathy apparent in his dark eyes as well.
"You find it a problem that I can't be honest with myself? There are few things in this world that are truth. Peace is not truth. Love is not truth. The only truth on Earth is pain. It is the only thing everyone has to deal with, the only thing all can relate. Be honest with yourself: There is no way in hell you will remain Champion for long. If by some divine miracle you survive Summer Salvation with that title around your waist be prepared to have Legacy on your heels, eager to gnaw you apart. The only truth is Reality, and the reality in this matter is that someone is getting hurt, and it won't be me."
Seifer reaches for the "Record" button, but thinks better of it, and speaks again.
"You know what, Alexander Parise? I'm not done yet. You are the biggest disgrace to this business as a Champion. You focus innately on every aspect of your opponent's character at a level so intense it is obsession. You shouldn't be worrying about my problems. You shouldn't be worrying about making jokes, verbally abusing opponents, and beefing up your fanbase. You should be going to the gym, taking combat classes, maybe even a course on combat psychology, because those are the only things that will make you look better before I beat you. But it's funny that you mention my problems like they are still in my face. I let it all go. My dad? Who needs him? That bitch? Fuck her. It's not like I need FCW to escape from reality. From the minute I stepped into the ring, roles reversed. This became my reality, and everything else faded into fantasy. Reality is something you need to see."
Seifer stares into the camera almost looking confused.
"When you look at me, what do you see? I think you see a confused punk with an attitude problem, but do you want to know what I see? Do you want to know the reality? I am a nineteen year old Prodigy. I am the FCW Intercontinental Champion. I am brutal to my opponents, tossing them aside one by one. As far as I can remember, last time we were in that fucking ring, I pinned your ass. Thats the reality. The only person still living in limbo is yourself. Everyone else on the roster steps out of my way in fear, and yet the Champion, the cliche Top Dog, has to be stupid, has to fight alone in a battle he knows he won't win. Don't make that mistake. Prepare for me. I am more than ready for you."
Seifer reaches for the "Record" button yet again, but his cell phone rings. He answers, and holds a short quiet conversation over the phone. He hangs up.
"Parise, I want you to take a good, long look at how I do things in that ring. It seems that this week I have the privilege of destroying yet another former FCW Champion. Edge has signed on to wrestle me, and I can promise you Alex that Edge isn't stopping me from going anywhere. I am going to steam full speed right through both of you, becoming FCW's Ultimate Champion, holding both singles titles, truely bringing glory to the Legacy. Randy and I will work out world title disputes when we get to that bridge, as we have already discussed. Don't think you can turn him against me. Don't try to hide behind that. Be smart, Alex. Hand that belt over to Legacy before we have to really hurt you. You haven't been warned; you've been marked. Don't let us find you before the Pay Per View, or you won't be defending your title, you will be surrendering it at our feet."
The video cuts from the TV, the camera panning back now, showing Alexander Parise watching Seifer's shoot promo on a screen. The scene fades with Alex standing facing the TV, the World Title gleaming over his shoulder.
End of RP
Comments, questions, critiques welcome.