Another Bad Day (Spoilers)

[seifer]

Somewhere in New York, days after the March Madness PPV, the team known as The Lost Boyz find themselves once again convalescing a loss at the hands of the Wolfram Brothers. Proud warriors as the are, this loss was probably on of the most humiliating they've suffered. Sion was taken down with his very own finishing move that night, and Seifer had failed to bail him out.

Fuck!!!

Sion is visibly pissed off as he kicks a trash can a few meters away while they walk down a dark alley. There wasn't much that Seifer could say about it...


You know what PISSES ME OFF the most! He used my move! MY...MOVE!!! I'd have been happy if he used that gay-ass kick of his, but MY spear attack. ARGH!!! I want their asses again, Seifer...you have no idea, NONE!


You're wrong, brother. I do. In the worst way imaginable, but we have to wait now. We've had our chance and we failed...now we have to wait our turn again, let the others have their shot.



Fuck!!! I don't even CARE about those titles anymore, Seifer! I want their heads on a silver fuckin' platter!

Sion slams his hand into the side of a nearby door, leaving a clean dent in it.


I know...I know...there'll be another time. We have some other pressing matters to worry about now.


You can't possibly mean Darius, can you? He lost to a freakin' MAKE SHIFT team! At least the Wolframs are actually worked together before!


Be that as it may, he still poses a problem. For us...and everyone else. We have to do something about him, and soon.

Seifer was awfully adamant on changing the subject, so Sion decided to play along for now. Crossing his arms he stops to lean against a wall.


Fine...then what do you have in mind, Seif? What ARE we going to do?


I don't know yet.


Oh yeah! Nice to see you have things planned out, buddy.

From that response, Seifer shows his first but of emotion in a while, puching at the very wall Sion leans on, making a dent in it.


LISTEN!!! I'm just as fucking pissed off as you about Sunday, alright!!! If you start letting this shit get to you, you're no good to anybody, got it! Calm...the fuck...DOWN!!!

As Sion's eyes narrow, they suddenly here footsteps in the distance.


Who the hell?


I don't know, but they picked the wrong alley to walk down...

[Jon Payne]

He heard they're conversation the whole way down the alley. Jon just simply made his way behind them, knowing they'd eventually sense SOMEONE coming. He was looking quite "old school" tonight, all black, jeans boots shirts, and even his old trench coat from back in Ohio, the only actual color on him his red sunglasses, which he took off as he came withing sight of them.

I had to figure I'd find you two trolling down an alley in this town. You two don't sound very happy now do you?

[seifer]

Now this is just perfect.

Seifer remembers Jon Payne quite well from their first match in the XWA, and more importantly the near fight that happened afterward if not for his young half-brother.


What are you doing here? What do you want?

[Jon Payne]

What am I doing here? Well, I do kinda live here...transplant from Detroit city, actually...

Jon replies with a cocky smirk to Seifer's question. It wasn't that he was trying to lighten the mood, form the look of frustration on the brothers' faces, that was nearly impossible.

What I want...simple, to talk. You two, you have some potential...but from what I'm seeing there's something lacking. I wanna find out for myself what that is...

[seifer]

And who're you? Quai-Gon Chin? Quai-Chang Cain? What makes you think you can do anything for us?

Yes, the last time they met, Sion was the cooler head, but things do change don't they?

[Jon Payne]

Jon smirks again as he puts his hand to his chin.

That's a good question. Well, I did me some research...and I see that you two get most of your fighting experience from the fight clubs underground in town. I happen to know a few people who're familiar with that kind of scene...

So yeah, Jon's in the know. What would be their reaction?

[seifer]

And you think that makes you special or something? If you have done your research, then you'd know that underground, Sion and I are KINGS. I wouldn't waste my breath if I were you, Payne...in fact, if I were you, I'd turn and walk away. You don't know what you're dealing with here, and it looks like Sion isn't going to stop me this time if I DO attack.

[Jon Payne]

Then by all means, Seifer.

Jon simply cricks his neck, then waves his hand towards himself as if to tell him to "bring it".

You look like you need to blow off some steam anyway.

[seifer]

Seifer grits his teeth at Payne's advance.

**Following is all done w/ permission**

He more than obliges, lunging at Jon with a barrage of lefts at right aimed high and mid. Payne was anticipating the attack and began to defend himself accordingly, breaking up each attempt by pushing his oncoming fists away. Seifer throws a knee up that catches Payne off guard, striking him in the gut. As Jon keels over a bit, Seifer delivers another knee, this time to his face, sending him reeling backward with a splash of blood coming from his nose. Payne falls back into a wall, and Seifer follows in with a stiff right hand...

[Jon Payne]

As he backs into the wall, the faint taste of his own blood falls between his lips, the sting of the knee slam still lingering. Jon unclinches his eyes and suddenly sees a studded fist zooming straight to his face. Almost instinctively he sways away from, allowing it to smash into the wall behind him. In the same motion Jon balls up his left hand and release a punch that nails Seifer square in the gut, backing the attacker up as he gasps for air.

Jon wipes his face as Seifer steps back, and then rotates his body a full 180 degrees, lifting his leg from the ground with a scintillating roundhouse kick that he could feel from the heel of his boots connect flush with Sefier's jaw. The pure velocity of the strike sends Gryphon spinning the opposite way towards the ground. recovering from the kick, Jon takes up his fighting stance and awaits another potential attack.

[seifer]

Seifer eats pavement, and the warm, almost metallic taste of his own blood as it splashes in his mouth from the force of Payne's kick. His hands brace the ground, saving him from a full face-first impact. Seifer looks up at Jon who's now taken a proper fighting stance. Karate it looked like.

This ain't no regular wrestler here...

Sion's thoughts as he looks on. Seifer spits up the blood in his mouth and quickly gets back to his feet, firing a swift kick of his own towards Payne that's sidestepped once again. Payne answers back with a right hand to the side of his face. He was too fast, charging in without a startegy. Staggering back, Payne moves in and throws a barrage of lefts and rights of his own that Sefier was barely able to fend off. Finding a break in Payne's attacks he lays in a quick short kick to Jon's gut, giving him some much needed distance, enough to get a running start and lift himself from the ground with a stiif flying snap kick that connects to Jon Payne's chest, send him flying to the ground.

[Jon Payne]

Payne crashes back first into the pavement, clutching his chest from the burn of a perfectly executed strike. Suddenly, Seifer comes full force on a follow up attack, flying in the air in near slow motion. It all happened in a split second, Payne rolling out of the way as Seifer came down with another knee. On pure adrenaline, Jon kicks back up to his feet, back into fighting stance. Their breath is heavy now, but neither backs down yet. Seifer snarls as he darts towards him again, leading with another haymaker, and then some more lefts and rights high and mid, trying to throw Jon off guard again, but this time Jon anticipates the strategy. He starts to feel a bit more energy being used for each attempt. The punches drag for just a split second longer than they did before. He was losing steam. Perfect time to put the baby to bed.

Jon grabs at one last punch that grazes his jaw before it connected flush. He quickly spins himself around with Seifer's arm in hand and position him in an arm twist maneuver. Jon follows up with a classic wrestlling combination from this position, a high backward kick into Seifer's jaw. He flies backwards and crashes into some garbage cans across the alley. Jon returns to fighting stances awaiting further offense, but sees that Seifer is failing to pick himself up. He lowers his guard...

[seifer]

Sion heads over to his fallen brethren and helps him up to his feet.

OK Payne, you made your point, now IS there a point to this? What do want from us?

[Jon Payne]

There is...

Jon uses a hand to wipe away a trickle of blood from his face.

Now that I've seen what you can here on the streets Seifer, hmph...you're in way over your head if you even THINK you're going to make a dent in the ring. The moment that you realize there's a thin line between fighting and wrestling is the moment you start seeing things different.

You call yourself "kings"? No, the man who taught me what I know about surviving the game, that's the one true King. Not pretenders who get lucky for a match or two against guys who should be able to kick their asses. You know who I'm talking about, don't you?

[seifer]

The brothers look at each other. There wasn't a single place that someone didn't utter name of "The King" at wherever they fought. Seifer back his feet now, he simply replies...

Yeah, and? He's just an old legend. He had his day and then he went out and did what he wanted to do, the wrestling promotion and all that...we've already heard the stories. What, you wanna take us to meet him or something?