{C.E.O. Matt Fisher} " Is this how a Corporate member is treated? With false accusations and stupidity? I'm going to do something great here folks. Everyone in the world enjoys a good laugh. As an Officer of the people, I wish to deliver a laugh to them. But when it's from Laura Wilson, it just makes everything all the more hilarious! "

**Immediately, the scene cuts to video clips of Laura's "Trip"...note, although he didn't say it, I know for a fact that Fish believes that Wilson went on an Acid Trip...**

{As the lady fills the car up with gas Primetime looks around once again. She's somewhat miffed of the scene before her. She shakes her head, then perks right up. Her mind starts working about 69 Gigibytes (OOC: For all ya non computer freaks....alot of memory) a minute. Once the Hummer was full of gas she took off and went to a nearby city. The colour was restored, but the colours were screwed up. Like, purple sky, orange grass and rainbow colour houses.}

Primetime: WHAT THE HELL?!?! The colours are messed up!!!

{A man walks up to her a couple of seconds later.)

Man: Finally! Someone can see that other than me! I have been wondering what the hell is going on here for about 2 hours. Now you can see it too. Not my fault.

Primetime: I think I know. Since Fisher is the Seeeeeeeeee Eeeeeeeeee Ohhhhh he probably had the power to do this, even though it is a questionable theory.

**The scene shows Matt Fisher sitting quietly at his desk now. He's in his office, with a few papers to his left. He smiles. Then laughs. Then gets a very estranged look on his face.**

{C.E.O. Matt Fisher} " Oh man...that's frickin' rich. Questionable? I'll say it's questionable. Oh god...yeah, that's right Laura, I did it, because you know I can change the color of the sky with a twitch of my nose and a bob of my head! Just please, shut up. You make no sense, you can't throw a hip toss worth crap, and there isn't a soul in this federation who likes you, save Morder Hunde! And that ain't something to be proud of. So your best bet is to come to the ring. That's right, come to the ring. Because that's what I want. I want you to come down the ring, so I can hear the fans boo you away, and embarass you. I've always said, "Give the fans what they want", and what they want to see is this fight. So I'm a winner no matter what Laura. Either I keep the Belt, or the fans get to cheer the match. I'm sure I'll be victim to another one of your foolish little talks about how it's impossible for me to win if you get the belt, but save me the torture. Strike that, save us the torture. Once I get done showing just how ignorant you can be, you won't have a chance to go after the rest of us. We'll still remain tall, and Old School Empire is going to take out Morder Hunde and who ever their shit-for-brains partner is."

**The scene fades out from Fish to Derian and Rancid at the supermarket...**

**At the local supermarket, Bolt 45 and hard liquor are sold in the same aisle. This being said, Derian is looking at the Bolt 45 flavors, and Rancid is turned, back to Deniot looking at Jim Beam, Jack Daniel's, and Smirnoff. Derian pulls a few flavors off the shelf of Bolt 45: Big Willie-Isms Berry, Old School Orange, Late Nite Lemonade, and A-Poc Apple. These are four in a series of eight, each featuring an autograph and picture of the said Superstar. Derian, still oblivious to Rancid's drooling over booze comments to the Man-ster.**

{Derian Deniot} " Which one you prefer big guy? Jackhammer Jelly? Or Hellraiser Hot Sauce?"

**Rancid whirls around. He doesn't know which one to choose. He sees the four in the basket already...he takes out Late Nite and A-Poc and puts in the Degenerates Bottles.**

{Derian Deniot} " Good point. After all, my money's on Jackhammer, and Hellraiser for the pre-show. You know we gonna need to do a lot more training than we are for Cold Day in Hell. What do you think of this new guy that's comin' in for Morder Hunde?...Don't growl at me...I've heard nothing about this guy except that he's new here. You know that nothing he says is gonna get to us Rancid. We're gonna go into Cold Day in Hell, and show Morder Hunde that the Old School style is still in...and then you can just beat the hell out of everyone else. You know the Mystery Man is out for you. Insultin' the education your momma worked so hard for to put you through...insultin' the Wrestling Education your daddy work so hard to put you in...insulting the fact you don't speak. I know why you don't speak. That uncontrollable anger that lives inside of you. If you talk, that stuff comes out and the world is a few dozen people less."

**Rancid smiles, sneers and shatters a bottle of Bolt 45: Morder Hunde Honey...concidence? You decide. Derian grins because he knows that Rancid is pumped for this match. He knows that Rancid is ready to decimate someone at the drop of a hat...or the ringing of a bell, whichever comes first.*

{Derian Deniot} " This guy's almost as bad as Wilson...the exception being, he knows what he's saying. It's just not making sense to many of us normal folks out there...what? Okay, Seth probably gets it then. Oh yeah, we're set. Morder Hunde is going to be expecting a bunch of pushovers, and we ain't gonna give them none of that! It's time to settle this war once and for all. You ready?"

**Rancid nods his head. A bell rings far off, and Rancid turns in the direction. First thing he sees is a store clerk, so he walks over, punches the clerk, then Kills his Joy...(in case yous a little slow in da head, KILLJOY). Derian stares for a second, then shrugs and walks off, dropping a Twenty across the pale man's chest.**

{Derian Deniot} " We more than ready. Morder Hunde will not know what got shoved up their ass until surgery shows it for 'em. Because Derian Deniot, Rancid, and Seth Calvert are all goin' postal on the bitches that have been blocking our rise to the top...oh yeah, we're ready...hmm, rise to the top...I'll go pay a visit to Deja Vu later heh heh... "

**Derian goes of smirking to himself as the scene closes with a janitor scraping up the limp store clerk.**

{Seth Calvert} " BASTARD! NEVER! DIS! OLD! SCHOOL! AGAIN!"

**The scene fades in to Seth in his backyard. With the excellent camerawork, it can be seen that he is throwing something, although we don't know what it is. Yet...we know it's something breakable, because the glass shatters everytime Seth throws something. As the view pans out, we see that the objects are Milk Bottles. He is chucking them at the four posters that he bought the other day. The poster of Morder Hunde, Rob Budai, Matt Budai and the Three Question Marks.**

{Seth Calvert} " THAT'S RIGHT MATT! YOU GOT THIS TO FIGHT! A DEMENTED PSYCHOPATH WITHOUT A BRAIN-CAPACITY TO KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING! You see, us Old School Scholars have a reason for keeping the Tradition alive. You'll see that reason come Sunday Hunde. You remember that match? The Stairway to Hell match? Jagged metal...rods...the scaffold...the Spike...the Barbed Wire. Oh that Barbed Wire. Brought a little of that Hardcore me topside. I am going all out ballistic on you Matt...Rob...and your little Mystery Shit. People speculate...who is it? Is it Seth Calvert's enemy, Mr. Late Nite? Is it one of the ladies? Is it Laura Wilson's midget? No matter who it is, be it Late Nite, bitch, or midget, Old School Empire is ready to deal out punishment...and from the looks of the hand being dealt, The Empire's got the upper hand. Matt, if you don't wanna have to go through all of that terrorizing punishment, drink your damn milk!"

**Seth chucks a glass bottle hard at the picture of Matt Budai...it hits it so hard, some of the shards get stuck to various anatomical parts of the Paper Body.**

{Seth Calvert} " Rob Budai...the little brother that can't. Can't wrestle, can't stand out, can't step up, and can't stop living in his brother's shadow. Grow up, get a life, and figure out that you aren't a badass, you aren't a tough guy, you're no better than the rest of us. You can be beaten, and you will be beaten come Cold Day in Hell. Look at you Rob. Bein' pushed around by Matt's little whore. Is that what you're gonna do Rob? Be the second? The slave boy to Melanie and her meal ticket? Pathetic. You think that what I did to Rob at Life or Death was the end of that? You think that this Sunday will be our last battle? No way. I will get Matt...and then I will come after you. So toughen up and stop playing Follow the Leader with Matt. Rob, if you don't want to be humiliated because you can't physically overcome us, eat your vitamins."

**Seth hurls another milk bottle right at the picture of Rob Budai. The glass shatters and little shards of fused sand fall to the ground as long tear lines are made through the Paper Posing picture of Rob Budai.**

{Seth Calvert} "And next, we have the overhyped Mystery Wrestler. Someone who has threatened to do away with the style of Old School believing that the New Extreme method is the way of the future. I'll let you in on something. Old School will never die. We will still be here when you're gone, and no matter how hard you try to deny it, the Extreme style will always have its roots in Old School Wrestling. You know our fears? Then you know that the Old School Empire fears one thing and one thing only...a Laura Wilson promo. Scratch that, I'm afraid of something else...ANOTHER DARKSIDE PROMO! Will you people ever shut up? "Black Aura" this "Unavoidable" that, boy, there ain't a soul here who gives a shit about that. Keep your observations to yourself, and talk to that inner child you got. It's about the only thing that'll listen to you babble on and on. You're better off saying "I'll kick yours!" You think about this match long and hard. It's your debut, and we're all sure it's starting off with a bang. But before you step through the curtains with the Budai Brothers, ask yourself if you're ready. Ask yourself if you are up to the task of facing something you aren't expected for. Because trust me...come this Sunday, you will not be expecting this. So if you, Mystery Man, want to prepare, say your prayers!"

**Seth chucks a third milk bottle at the Triple Question Marks. With a crash, it splinters into a hundred pieces and rips the poster apart.**

{Seth Calvert} " Morder Hunde is expecting three wanna-bes who are trying to survive wrestling a style that most say is extinct. What they're going to get are three experts in their style, who can break limbs, humiliate, and send their opponents into the realm of unconsiousness. On top of that, we know when to push the limits. This Sunday, don't be late to class...or you'll miss something special to be learned. Something you can't pick up from your fellow classmates. Drink your milk, eat your vitamins, and say your prayers, because the Lord knows you'll need all three in order to take us on."

**Seth takes out one full bottle of milk. He takes the rest and throws the entire carton of glass at the Morder Hunde poster. It gets knocked down. Seth takes a long gulp of his milk...looks at it and then tosses it away. The camera's fade out option is enabled, and we are left with Seth wearing his Game face...**

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This roleplay copyrighted by Seth Calvert, (C)August 2001, All Rights Reserved. Remember these two things: 1. E-fedding is a hobby, not a lifestyle, so treat it...or don't treat it...as such. 2. If any of this has been stolen in any way, shape, or form, I'll find you, and file suit. Have a Nice Day...Class Dismissed.