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Post by seifer on Mar 17, 2007 12:05:34 GMT -5
A day after the Night Of Champions, Seifer and Sion find themselves right back in their hometown of New York City. Rolling down the streets in their Caddy convertible, both the half brothers have a somewhat bitter look on their faces after dropping the ball against The Wolfram Brothers. It wasn't the kind of performance that they were looking to have, still yet to taste victory since coming up from the underground.
Seifer is at the wheel with the radio playing some tune he's not really paying attention to, and Sion is as usual laying in the backseat. They're quiet...a little TOO quiet, maybe contemplating their next move. The XWA had gotten a lot bigger over the course of a few days...there was still plenty of time to regroup, but in Seifer's proud mind, he felt that they were not doing well at all. After a while, he breaks his silence.
So, what are we going to do?
What do you mean?
You know what I mean. We dropped the ball...again. You know that doesn't sit well with me.
Well, what do YOU wanna do? It's not the end of the world, bro...
It might as well be. You know that you could have won the match for us if you weren't so "caring".
That comment leads Sion to sit up and answer.
Hey...I know you're not trying to blame this on me, Seifer! Maybe if you were quicker and not let the big apeman get his paws on you I wouldn't have had to try and bail you out!
We saw the tapes, Sion. You had that Reiner beat. You laid him out. You had the match won, and instead you decided to come and save me? I'm a big boy...he wouldn't have broken me the first time around, and even if he DID, the ref would have been paying attention to the cover instead. I'd much rather have a sore back AND the Tag Titles, then just a sore back.
Fine then, bro...
Sion lays back down.
...next time I wont watch your back. That kinda contradicts the whole TEAM part of this, doesn't it? Whatever...
Seifer simply sighs in reply...but then their leisurely drive is interrupted at an intersection, when a horde of sportbikes all red in color flank their vehicle. One of them pulls up on the driver's side with an Uzi in hand and orders...
"FOLLOW US!!!"
Oh great, like things couldn't get any worse...
Seeing no other alternative, Seifer follows the bikes to the DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass)section of Brooklyn, right by the river that separates Brooklyn from Manhattan. A souped up Audi Le Mans awaits them, and a familiar red jacket signals exactly who it was that was calling.
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Post by redragon on Mar 17, 2007 12:12:09 GMT -5
Looking across the river, he hears the incoming sounds of the vehicles headed their way. Turning around he sees his boys bringing along his guests. They all pull up not too far from him, and he waves off the soldiers who holster their weapons. With a smirk on his face, he greets his former allies.
Seifer. Sion. It's been a while hasn't it? |
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Post by seifer on Mar 17, 2007 12:15:47 GMT -5
Not hardly long enough, Darius. What the hell is this about?
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Post by redragon on Mar 17, 2007 12:25:00 GMT -5
Always straight to the point. That's what I always liked about you, Seif. You know, I was watching TV the other day and I saw the damnest thing. It was you and Sion...in a wrestliing ring getting punked out by two cheesy looking Germans. Well...I guess I shouldn't say much about nationality seeing as you both have German blood too...
I was wondering where The Lost Boyz had disappeared to all off a sudden. Then, I got my answer. Then...old WreKK told me that you two have been there since the first show, and in that show...you got beat as well by two old pros!
Darius shakes his head and laughs.
Is that what's become of you two? From fellow Lords to now...jobbers in a wrestling company?
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Post by seifer on Mar 17, 2007 15:41:00 GMT -5
At that point, Seifer is obviously beginning to lose his patience. As much as he wanted to run over and beat the crap out of Darius, just like had been done a year ago...Sion chimes in.
Lemme get this straight. You had your "boys" roll up on us, drive us all the way from downtown Manhattan here to Brooklyn, just so you could TEASE US? You know I thought you had a little bit of class, but I guess I was wrong.
Just pisses you off that we went out on top doesn't it? That we left the underground with you're ass on the floor in a heap. Now you see us getting beaten and it gives you some kind of...satisfaction. I really do pity you, Darius. There was a time when I respected you as an equal. You're so far from it it's not even funny.
Now...is there some kind point to this meeting...or are we going to have to mow down the hired help here and make you a stain on your ride?
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Post by redragon on Mar 17, 2007 15:47:32 GMT -5
Darius chuckles at Seifer's remarks. He was always the confident one, even when he was in the most precarious or life threatening situation. The henchmen behind the react to his threat by clutching the sticks of their guns, but Darius again waves them off.
No, no gentlemen. This isn't going to come to blows...not yet anyway. This is a family reunion. The Lords of the Underground together again...isn't that right, big guy?
Darius looks over to his left, to a dark corner that nobody was even looking at where another man stands and makes his presence known... |
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Post by wrekk on Mar 17, 2007 15:57:41 GMT -5
Stepping out of the shadows is the mountainous muscle of the gropu once known and feared as "LOTU". For an obvious reason, his nickname is WreKK. The Lost Boyz peer over to him with a bewildered look on their faces.
Wassup? I don't get no hug or nothing? Damn...I ain't seen ya'll in a minute.
He laughs.
You getting light there, Seifah...guess you missing that homecookin' that Manny was giving you, huh? |
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Post by seifer on Mar 17, 2007 16:07:57 GMT -5
Manny. The nickname of a person that Seifer himself never wanted to hear again. Her name was Emmanuelle, the beauty of the LOTU faction, but no less deadly in her craft. They had grown a romance in the three years they were altogether, then came the treachery that comes when one thirsts for power...and mind you, it was SEIFER who was the one thirsting.
He was the man at the top of the mountain and wanted more. He wanted it all and it grew to the point that he was willing to destroy everything to get it, even the relationship of the one woman he truly loved. Up until that point, Seifer was over the mistakes of his past, mistakes that only his half brother could help him to correct, but the memories were now hitting hard and fast.
Don't speak about her like that. You knew nothing about her like I did. Neither of you...
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Post by emma on Mar 17, 2007 16:19:51 GMT -5
The passenger side door to Darius' Le Mans opens, and out steps the very woman in question. Emmanuelle. He did know a lot about her, a great deal of things that they had both shared before he threw it all away. She watched and listened the whole time to the conversation from behind the tinted window and now, looking across to him, she felt something.
You always feel something when you're in the presence of someone that you once loved, but there was something stronger in the air. Something she just could seem to see through those dark sunglasses and that emotionless stare of his. He had changed, Sefier Gryphon did...but was it for better or worse? It couldn't possible be any worse than it was, could it? She's still holding the door as she looks on at the half brothers. She says nothing.
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Post by seifer on Mar 17, 2007 16:53:49 GMT -5
Sion, watching it all unfold behind his older half brother...always the one to let it like it is...does just that.
This is some fucked up shit right here.
It was almost as if nothing else was there anymore for Seifer. Just the beauty that he once had in his grasp at one point in his life...that he let slip through his fingers.
Emmanuelle...
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Post by emma on Mar 17, 2007 17:03:47 GMT -5
Her response is pure silence, save for a slight sigh from her lips. Was it that she had nothing to say, or that she couldn't say it in the presence of once allies of theirs, now turned bitter rivals. Only she knew...and she wasn't sharing, not on this night. She simply steps back into the car and closes the door, the tinted window blocking her from view. |
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Post by redragon on Mar 17, 2007 17:13:37 GMT -5
Darius makes an evil little laugh.
The plot thickens. I wouldn't be too worried about her though, Seif. You'll be seeing plenty of her, and WreKK...and myself in the near future. See, we're following in your footsteps...right into the XWA. I like how they're referred to as "Combatants", and not just wrestlers...because let's face it, we're in the business of COMBAT. The only difference now is that it's all going on camera for the world's enjoyment...but nobody's going to enjoy it more than me, maybe WreKK over might enjoy it a little more. |
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Post by wrekk on Mar 17, 2007 17:21:06 GMT -5
Damn real, D. Yeah...I know you remember what da Demo Man can do, doncha Blondie? Same thing homie, same thing...
WreKK is nodding in agreement with Darius, referring to that faithful night when the LOTU "split up" a night that saw WreKK upend Sion.
We gonna show you how to handle business, believe that, son... |
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Post by seifer on Mar 17, 2007 17:33:30 GMT -5
Now it takes a lot to get under the easy going Sion's skin...but WreKK was close to doing just that.
You're not gonna be so lucky the next time, bitch!
It was enough to make Sion start to charge at WreKK, but Sefier stopped him. All he could do was trying to calm his brother down, words...they couldn't come out of his mouth fast enough the way his mind was spinning.
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Post by redragon on Mar 17, 2007 17:44:20 GMT -5
Looks like we struck a nerve, didn't we? You thought that you were getting away from us? From ME? No, no, no...you've done way too much damage for me to just it slide. There's going to be payback boys. First, I'll take care of you, and then I'll take care of anyone else who stands in my way of being something more than just a "Lord". When all is said and done...we're going to be GODS.
All that's left now is to take care of some "business" with one Carmella Blackheart, but we'll be seeing each other again...and again, and again. Until then...
Darius turns to the driver's side of his Le Mans and gets in. Meanwhile the lights to a 2006 Black Mustang...Wrekk's ride, flash as well. Both cars pull off, the sportbikes right behind them, leaving the Lost Boyz behind. |
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