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--SETH CALVERT-- Here, in this building, I was taught the basics of the sport called Professional Wrestling. It's here that "The King of Old School" Steve Corino found a 19 year old kid and took interest in him. And it is here that I return today to speak on the tournament that I am participating in - When Worlds Collide Eight.
}}Seth Calvert now moves to a tree that stands closer to "The Monster Factory". It's slightly withered, leaves falling off of its old branches.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- I'm not going to go into the entire story of "The Prince of Old School" Seth Calvert - I'm not here to bore the almighty hell out of you. No, what I"m here to do is comment on my "competition" at the FWF hosted event. But who to start with? Those that we've heard from? Those that we haven't heard from? My fellow representatives from Death Row? Or my opponent, Joshua Trey? Randomness can prove for a longer life, so I'll start with the Death Row Wrestling Federation.
}}Seth now moves to a bench sitting on the sidewalk facing The Monster Factory. The camera moves so that the Wrestling School is no longer in view. Seth sits, legs crossed, laid back, arms stretched out across the back.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- Two of the representatives accepted into this tournament are, as you found out on Friday, my newest friends. Brett Hunter, the man who defeated me for the Death Row Wrestling Federation Dirty South Title, and Kid X, the man who beat him in a non-title match on Forsaken Friday. Brett, after our stellar match, showed the greatest sportsmanship in a wrestler I'd ever seen. Not rubbing in my face, not gloating over his win. Rather, Hunter congratulated me, thanked me for a good match. I've been in the DRWF for a good amount of months now, and nobody I've faced has shown me that sportsmanship. For that, I respect him, wish him the absolute best of luck here. But I will have him know that should the time come, I'll be glad to take him to the limit again...this time, more prepared...and possibly with different circumstances.
Kid X, I've seen many a match involving this young, rising superstar. And excellent matches they've been. I am quite entertained by them, and on top of that, he respects me. Anyone who shows me respect automatically earns my respect in turn. Kid has already revealed himself in WWC. With a flourish I might add. He has guts and fortitude too. I mean, look at him! He hangs with druggies, who also double as illegal firearms carriers and thieves. And he isn't even the least fazed. Granted, it might be because they're his friends, but it takes somethin' to be friends with a group like that. I see that he's already brought an enemy with him from TCW in the name of The Joker. After watching his little spiel of sleep in the ring, I'll say this. Joker, that's right...you were lucky to get a spot. Talentless J.O.B. Squad wanna-bes are one of the reasons X left TCW. To close my two sentences on the person who couldn't hold a candle to this other fellow, Aaron Christopher - The Joker couldn't be a more fitting name.
A-Poc. The man with a short name, an even shorter fuse, and the DRWF Eternal Title to boot. The one bad hombre I wouldn't want to get in the way of. 'Poc's been known to do crazy B.S. to someone who ticks him off pretty damn badly. Good Lord...this whole toning the quality down to no cussing is totally ruining this part of the tape. Anyways, A-Poc, bud I know you're gonna see this tape...and whilest in DRWF, we have our differences, here at WWC, we all have come here to conquer.
IcE...our true legend. Of course, I beat him for the now retired DRWF World Heavyweight Title...but I think we'll bury that matter. To all the WWC Participants who think they've seen a wrestler that is in their eyes hands down the greatest, wait until you see IcE hard at work. Then take your pants to the laundromat. Then again, there are some who think I'm giving The Cold One too much credit. Let them think that...I personally think he deserves every word of it. Even if he thinks he doesn't need it.
Myzery. The champion that should be. Myzery's moments in the DRWF have been nothing but pure excellence. It has definitely been an aboslute pleasure watching this man wrestle...even if it is a little too hardcore for my tastes. I do feel the need to say Ashram Kenjin should start praying to whatever god he worships for his match with Myzery. Bud, you don't know what's in store for you.
Ace - we ain't heard from you in a while over at the DRWF Arena. But I know you ain't a pushover. Get back in gear G-Dog...your skills would be quite appreciated in this tournament.
Aaron Awesome, better known as Static. Good job Friday kiddo. On top of that, I saw your promo from the VW. From the looks of it, it appears as if A-Squared is going places.
And then there's me. What do I say about myself? That everyone who is entering into this tournament as my opponent is going to get a lesson in Old School Beatdowns 101. Everyone says that Hardcore is the new way of the wrestling world...but Old School will never die...
}}This part of the video tape fades out, as the words "To Be Continued..." fade in to the scene. But don't think that we're done yet boys and girls. We still have to see what Seth is going to say about Forsaken Friday on the 16th.{{
}}Seth Calvert has been slated to appear in this dead time that fills the arena. Most of the matches have ended, with the exception of the two main events, which are going to showcase two of DRWF's Minor League talent, trying to impress the front office. But now...Seth comes out. Actually, what happens is that a deep, almost slow motion voice drawls out "WHEN WORLDS...COLLIDE!!!" and then Seth's music, "By Myself" by Linkin Park blares over the systems. Cheers rise up from the crowd, because with the mention of When Worlds Collide, the fans have totally forgotten that Seth has aligned himself with The Agency and Mr. Late Nite and instead are cheering a DRWF Representative. Seth stands at the top of the stage and pulls an Agency microphone from his black denim jeans. He straightens his black with yellow lettering "Old School Rules" T-Shirt, and picks something from off of his thin black leather jacket. He doesn't ask for the crowd to quiet down...but the music does so anyways.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- EVERYBODY IN THE AUDIENCE CAN JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!
}}Immediately, the crowd's cheers transform into a chorus of boos, as the cliche goes.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- I know those cheers aren't meant for me. You all hate and despise me. You remember who I'm aligned with? "EL PRESIDENTE" MR. LATE NITE! OH BOOOOOOO!
}}This little mockery of the fans, is followed by a small chuckle, as well as more heartfelt boos. Signs saying "Why Seth Why?" and others to that effect pop up across the arena.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- Pathetic. You hear me? That's what you are is pathetic. "Oh Seth, you were such a rolemodel for me, but now you've gone and beat the hell out of Jackhammer and Isms...what a bad bad boy!" What a bunch of losers! Or maybe losers is too kind of a word. Would Toilet-Drinkers work? Or maybe brainless idiots? No no...I have an insult right here that's gonna take the cake...YOU'RE ALL RESIDENTS OF COLUMBUS, OHIO! HOW FRIGGIN' TERRIBLE IS THAT?!?!?!?!
}}As expected, this draws up a deep resonant "BOO" from the crowd. Suddenly, chants of "YOU SOLD OUT, YOU SOLD OUT!" start rising from the center of the large arena.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- All I'm getting now is little whines of "Why Seth Why?!" People wanting to know why I took out Big Willie-Isms and aligned myself with Mr. Late Nite. People wondering...
}}The chants of "YOU SOLD OUT!" grow and grow until it becomes deafening...{{
--SETH CALVERT-- HEY! SHUT YOUR STUPID COLUMBIAN PIE-HOLES! If you'd all quiet down, I'd tell you the answer to "Why Seth Why". The question is not, "Why Seth did you turn your back on the DRWF and the fans?!"...but rather, "Why did the DRWF and the fans turn their back on Seth Calvert?!" That's right, you heard me loud and clear. Look at my situation! Ever since this jacked up Generation Five stuff got started, The Prince of Old School has been held down. Getting a shot at the LOWEST LEVEL title that's currently active in this federation? Getting a shot at the title who's value isn't even worth the leather it was made out of?! To quote The Hurricane..."WHASSUP WIT DAT?!" But no, being held down wasn't my only motive. The DRWF took away it's tradition. It's last remaining senses of Old School...it took the esteemed DRWF World Heavyweight Title away. The title that I held, albeit for two hours after that cheap whore Big Willie-Isms decided to start Generation Four...
}}At the dis of Big Willie-Isms, chants start anew. Some still saying "YOU SOLD OUT!" while others are now saying "SHUT THE F*CK UP clapclap clapclapclap".{{
--SETH CALVERT-- CAN'T YOU PEOPLE SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE? YOU SEE WHAT"S IN MY HAND?! It's called a microphone, and that means that while it's in my hand and I'm talking into it, YOU ALL SHUT UP, SIT DOWN, AND LISTEN! DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID SHUT UP!
}}The exact opposite happens however. The cheers grow louder and louder, and Seth gets angrier and angrier and starts pacing the entrance way like a caged animal. Finally, though he calms down and starts again.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- Isms started this Eternal Title crap, acting like the Eternal was something big...something huge. It Is Nothing. I don't know how long it's going to take him to realize that, but this Eternal Title thing is going to drive everyone nuts. A three title system? Sorry Isms, but that's not good for business. And seeing as how this move was probably going to shut the company down, I decided to go join the team that actually knew what the hell they were doing. I JOINED THE AGENCY. I knew Mr. Late Nite was a better business man than Isms could ever be...which was probably why he was hired as President. I knew that Late Nite could turn this company around once he got control of that. And even he knew that it would be too big a task for himself alone to accomplish. So he gathered up "The Usual Suspects". Kid X, the man who's going on to represent the future of the bigger and better DRWF. Brett Hunter, OUR Dirty South champion. "The Prince of Old School" Seth Calvert, THAT'S ME! THE THINKING MAN'S WRESTLER! THE SCHEME AND MIND GAMES ARTIST IS WHO I AM...and then "The Sic One" Joey LeVay. The Wild Card...the rebel without a cause so to speak. And headed, we are, by the Mastermind...MISTER LATE NITE!!!!!!!
}}Again, the "YOU SOLD OUT!" chants start again.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- You can chant that all the hell you want. I made a strategic move. Ooooh...and now it's on ladies and gents. The first time that two of The Agency's finest work as a cohesive unit to face a couple of Isms lackeys, Jackhammer and Anton Bailey. You heard me right Jackie...LACKEY...that's all you've been reduced to. A simple, ordinary lackey, taking orders from a big head honcho guy with a couple bucks in his pocket to his name. Now that's just pathetic. You're nothing now Jack. A nobody, a washout. And now, do you know what you're going to receive? A beating courtesy of "The Prince of Old School". So many problems going through your life now huh? Your brother returns unexpectedly to the scene...got your backside handed to you by The Agency last Friday...and this week, it can only go downhill from here. You and your partner don't really stand a chance against two of the finest that The Agency...as well as the DRWF have to offer. You used to be one of the best...and now lookit where you are. Ha. And then I question your partner...what a blowhole. Last I heard from him outside of the ring, he had five words to say. And now, you're trusting him as your partner? You're even worse than I thought Jackhammer. And to this Anton Bailey guy...first, where'd you get that name? It sounds like some screwed up coffee brand. Second, you're going into this match with a partner who doesn't have half a good match left in him. What kinds of crack are you smoking? But fans, rest assured, the slow, rusty antics of Jackhammer, combined with the boring inexperience of Anton Bailey shall be saved by The Agency's Joey LeVay and YOUR PRINCE OF OLD SCHOOL...SETH...CALVERT!!!!! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
}}"By Myself" plays again, and Seth poses on the stage, fist in the air. Drinks and wrappers are tossed at him as he stands somewhat tall after his speech. Seth leaves the stage area guarding from all the thrown debris, as well as shouting unheard, but lip-read obscenities at the fans.{{
::CREDITS::
Big Willie-Isms:
Keeping this Federation alive for TWO STRONG YEARS BABY! And also for
telling me that he should be first in these Credit things...
Xavier Garcia: Roleplay Layout and Seth Calvert Banner
Jake Hollman: Real Audio Player HTML Code and coming back...WOOT!
Matt Budai: For Telling me to use my head and use View Source to find the HTML code
Kevin Edwards: Being the Pal that He Is...you kick ass my friend.
And uh...to Dad: Thanks for getting on my ass about homework while I was doing this...
