And so I dub thee Unforgiven.

A line from a piece of music that The Final Fantasy Seymour Almasy has never heard, and probably will never hear again in his life.

And yet, Ben Jerichos nickname of Unforgiven describes him to a T.

Hes arrogant, brash, cocky, and has charisma to spare.

He has not been forgiven for leaving the UWF once before.

And yet, beyond it all, is one of the most legendary competitors the Universal Wrestling Federation has ever, or will ever, see.

A former UWF World Champion, who beat Deke Aurora to achieve that honor.

A member of the famed Youngbloods, and a Stable Wars champion.

A man whos accolades outstrip those of Seymour Almasy.

But Ben Jericho would be mistaken to underestimate the RPG fanatic.

Because, for Seymour Almasy, his UWF World Title Match is not the date of the Chimp Champions choosing.

Hell, its not even against Pete.

Its on June 25^th, 2003.

Its on Wednesday Night Universal.

And it is most assuredly against Ben Jericho.

Seymour Almasy: This is it. Six months of combat in the UWF. It comes to this. It ALL comes to this.

A beautiful green park lives around Seymour, as The Final Fantasy stretches out on a park bench, clad in his full armor despite the oppressive heat. Beads of sweat become streams, trickles become pours, as moisture gushes from Seymours every visible pore.

Seymour Almasy: The heat of this evening pales greatly in comparison to the heat of combat. In the UWF Battle Arena, since my return, I have met with great success. But, if I am not victorious on Universal, all of it is for naught. Six months of work will be poured into one match against a man who is returning for his first combat in some time. A man who has taken it upon himself to make the most crucial mistake of his long and illustrious career. A man known as Ben Jericho.

A scornful look has formed itself on Seymour Almasys face, an uncharacteristic anger setting itself in Seymours eyes, and in his expression.

Seymour Almasy: Whether Jericho is aware of it or not, in his wonderfully elaborate tirade against me, he made a single, crucial error. You see, Ben Jericho, most of my opponents, they simply step into the Battle Arena, proclaiming that they will be victorious. Thus, when I face them in battle, my intent is to defeat them, to come out with the victory. But Jerichoyouve pushed it that one step farther. You have done what no one else, save Tsunami Oni, has decided or managed to do in the land of the Universal Wrestling Federation. You have angered me. You have deliberately attempted to upset me. I do not know why. Possibly you are trying to throw me off my game. Possibly, you want to make me feel inferior to you. And possibly, just possibly, you actually BELIEVE all of the heretical comments that come spewing forth from your fiendish mouth.

The green foliage overhead feels Seymours mighty wrath, as the Divine Blade Imperial II is unsheathed, and the innocent leaves are taken from their branch with a wide, arcing slice. They flutter down on top of The Final Fantasy, who brushes them off.

Seymour Almasy: For all of his boasting, I actually found Jericho quite humorous. He mocks my style of competing. He finds it perhaps, to translate the quite unnecessary terminology he used, too flashy? Im amused by that. Firstly, it is my firm belief that one must use the style that one is comfortable with. You mocking it really isnt going to change the fact that it is exactly what you will be seeing in the Battle Arena on Wednesday. You might as well get used to it, because, I assure you, a Firaga~! to your face will leave you in absolutely no condition to mock my style ever again.

Seymour grins, sheathing his sword once more, and laying it down on the bench beside him.

Seymour Almasy: And then, the ultimate hypocrisy, he mocks my flashy style of fighting, when he himself utilizes a style of flash. In your speaking, Ben, you conjure up images. You use analogies and words to demean people. In that sense, you are as flashy as I am. You love attracting attention to yourself with fancy nicknames. You enjoy controversy. As much as it frightens me to admit it, on the outside, were a lot alike. Our appearance draws attention. I carry a sword with me, and my hair is long and platinum. You have a long, blonde ponytail, and a mouth that never stops moving.

The Final Fantasy draws himself up to his full height, standing tall and strong, his piercing gaze looking straight ahead, as if to stare through Ben Jericho.

Seymour Almasy: But noyou couldnt leave well enough alone. You couldnt stop with insulting my style. You had to insult me. You insulted everything I have done in the Universal Wrestling Federation, and, to boot, were incorrect about several things. I did not turn my back on Tsunami Oni. Tsunami left. He had a cackle to find, and, while he was away, I came to the conclusion that evil was not for me! THE LOCAL NVA COMPANY SCREWED UP STABLE WARS FOR ME! Those idiots had to brainwash the Phenomenons! It is THEIR error! But, you know what? I just realized why you hate me so much. Why you resorted to this. The answers so simple, a Moogle could have figured it out. When it comes down to it, Ben Jericho, youre jealous of me.

Silence follows, as Seymour Almasy lets his accusation sink in to the mind of his adversary.

Seymour Almasy: You were the second man to hold the UWF World Title. You beat this Deke Aurora, another of the so-called Legends I hear about in this land. And then, you lost it. And since thenyou never got back. You were never able to climb the proverbial Mount Gagazet, you could never reach Zanarkand again. And that fact has eaten away at you. It has consumed you! For the past two years, you have been permanently poisoned and blinded! Poisoned, because you have been eaten away at, mentally and physically, by your failure to recapture that title, and blinded? You are blind to the fact that you WONT attain that status again! And that is why you insult me, Jericho. You do so because your words are the only thing you can attempt to harm me with.

A cocky smile begins to form on Seymours face. The more he thinks the situation over, the more confident he seems. He is more relaxed, the anger leaving his expression, replaced by placidity.

Seymour Almasy: You went on to win Stable Wars, didnt you? You did something I could not do. But then, you squandered the opportunity you got. You couldnt turn it into something. And you left. You returned, and left, and returned, and left again. You even tried to create your own promotion, in well, Japan! The same exact place that you mocked me for using the local style! What a hypocrite! And when your dream of Pro Wrestling DREAM failed, you came back under the mask of Ryusei! Who, if you take a look back over the weeks, I DEFEATED! I BEAT YOU IN MY RECORD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP REIGN! Let the record show, that on May 7^th, 2003, on UWF Wednesday Night Universal, that in a time of sixteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds, I rolled you up with the Renzozuken! I BEAT YOU! And, its not just I that beat youALL OF MY OPPONENTS THAT YOU DISPARAGED BEAT YOU TOO! FROM CRAIG WRIGHT ON DOWN, YOU WERE ON YOUR BACK MORE OFTEN THAN THE GIRLS AT THE HONEY BEE INN!

It is a much looser Seymour Almasy that stares down Ben Jericho through space and time now. A goofy grin on his face, and hands resting at the side of his armored body, he seems to be the epitome of calm.

Seymour Almasy: And then, I eliminated you from Stable Wars! Via Purifico, Yevon's Elbow, 1, 2, 3, bye-bye Ben Jericho! It's amazing to me how, in your effort to bend truth, and create your own reality, you are able to forget such key facts! Face it, as Ryusei, your efforts made Biggs and Wedge look like qualified contenders in the Battle Arena! And now, because you took off your mask and used an Echo Screen to cure your Silence status ailment, you think you
can defeat me? I held the UWF Television Title longer than the man you defeated, Deke Aurora. I defended it against everyone, yourself included, and was triumphant for two months! On every date in the Battle Arena! And over that
time, you did nothing, but embarrass what remained of your legacy! You are a pathetic human being, Ben!

The Divine Blade Imperial II is retrieved from the bench, and strapped tightly to Seymour's side.

Seymour Almasy: And so now, Ben Jericho, you have insulted my style, you have insulted me personally, but most gravely of all, you have insulted Aerith. I know not what this 'lesbian' is you speak of, but I am sure it is not a
complimentary term! Your insults in Aerith's direction do not even warrant any comment, for dignifying them with a response would be to let you win, Ben. And I have no intentions of letting you obtain anything resembling a victory. Not in the war of the words, and ESPECIALLY not in the war in the arena.

Seymour turns his back, as if to demean Jericho by doing so. Despite the gesture of disrespect, his final words are still equally powerful.

Seymour Almasy: Soon, the battle shall commence. The man on the rise versus the declining legend. For it is YOU who truly have everything to lose in this match. I can obtain other World Title shots. But you cannot gain another pride.
You have but one, and for you, this match is about it. After all of the vile words you have spewed in my direction, tell me how it would feel for you to lose to me AGAIN! For the second time, to fall by the hand of Seymour Almasy! I
know exactly how it would feel! It would obliterate you! Destroy you! And, Yevon willing, it would send you packing from the land of the UWF once again. Your worst fears are about to be realized, Ben. You are about to fall before The Final Fantasy.

Almasy has already begun walking away. Before he disappears from sight, however, he turns, one final thing to say.

Seymour Almasy: Your fall from grace shall be swift. Kenny Mercury cannot save you. The Youngbloods cannot save you. Your reputation in the UWF can save you.
And, most importantly, even your immense ego cannot save you. One day, I will indeed write a book. Yet, it will be different than your imagining. Once I have gone on to become champion of this realm, Ben, history will remember you as nothing more than a stepping stone on my way to that championship. The best you can do now is pray Yevon will be merciful in death, because in the Arena, I will show you none. For your comments, Ben Jericho, I dub thee Unforgiven. Unforgiven is your nickname, and Unforgiven is how you shall fall in my eyes.