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--SETH CALVERT-- Christ...stuck here for another three hours in freakin' Ric Flair country. But then again, which place in this God-Forsaken state isn't Ric Flair Country?
}}Another rousing chorus of boos. Suddenly, a knock sounds on his door.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- Come in.
}}The door opens, and in walks none other than Big Willie-Isms. The Owner of the DRWF, and the leader of the Bloodline. Immediate and loud cheers go up from the crowd.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- What do you want punk?! You better high tail it quick before someone gets KO'ed.
}}Isms holds up his hands, indicating he doesn't want anything drastic happening.{{
--BIG WILLIE-ISMS: OWNER-- Whoa whoa whoa Seth. I'm just here to wish you a good luck in that WWC tournament. But do you know who you're facing? What plans do you have for that person?
}}Seth eyes the Owner. He shrugs his shoulders. {{
--SETH CALVERT-- Get this...I'm facing some freak named Sick Puppy. What the heck? At least if they're going to keep me in this, give me a decent opponent. Sick Puppy...a fitting name, since he makes me sicker than all hell. Most of the idiots in this brainless tournament do. Why he even advanced, I'll never know. And as far as what I"m going to do him? It'll be worse than what I did to you two weeks ago...
}}Isms winces at that remark. He quickly recovers though...{{
--BIG WILLIE-ISMS: OWNER-- Seth, you do realize that you've got a pretty much, more important matchup two days before that...you're facing Americaz Most Wanted rep Ace...a tough man no doubt...
--SETH CALVERT-- What do you have up your sleeve coward? You've got something in store. Why would you be asking me if I was worried about some showmanistic yellow freak called Ace? Why should I be scared of someone who's all talk and no action whatsoever? Look at me...I already beat a legend called Jackhammer...twice in fact. Once, when I became DRWF World Heavyweight Champion - remember that? - and then last Friday. Look at Ace. He didn't even advance in the WWC Tournament, and SUCK Puppy did...c'mon. And I"m supposed to be scared of him? That's crap Isms, and you know it. I'm just glad I didn't come from some Loserville town like Los Angeles! You know this Isms, I'm the most underrated, underestimated, pure wrestler in this damned federation of yours. And he still thinks he can take me down...we'll see come Thursday right?
--BIG WILLIE-ISMS: OWNER-- ...Of course. Then, you still have your own team mate, Joey LaVey to contend with...
--SETH CALVERT-- Contend with? Hell no...we're workin' together here. I don't care which one of us wins, just so long as we win...it's a no loss situation for us! After all, I'm great. Joey's great. Joey and me together? We're aboslutely Perfect.
}}This show of egotism is greeted with a rousing round of boos. Seth with a smug smirk just blinks it off.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- But I do think he should know that I do favor winning for myself...and well, if the time comes that I have to whip you down good Joey? I will.
--BIG WILLIE-ISMS: OWNER-- How touching. But Seth...what are you two going to do about my frontman for this match...Simon Jac...
--SETH CALVERT-- What do you think I'm gonna do?! I'm gonna kick his just like I did at Wickedness. Fair and Square...
}}Chants of "BULLS**T" start...{{
--SETH CALVERT-- No help from anyone...
}}Chants of "YOU'RE ON CRACK!" start...{{
--SETH CALVERT-- But hopefully, with a better crowd behind me than this little place you call home...this pit stop country with a combined IQ that's less than Darcy Crisis' place you call Anderson, South Carolina...
}}Chants of "SHUT DA F**K UP" overpower everything else. Boos resound throughout the arena....{{
--SETH CALVERT-- Ask ol' Jacobs if he remembers Wickeness. You should. I mean, I cracked his head open with the Whirlwind...I totally demolished him...ALL BY MYSELF. And Painsgiving isn't going to be any different. It actually saddens me that you have to have some little ball of snot in your sorry excuse for a group. Speaking of which, what are you going to do now that your C.E.O. has been hospitalized, and Simon Jacobs is gonna be joining him really damn soon?
--BIG WILLIE-ISMS: OWNER-- I'm going to move on with life, and in a few days, I'm going to permanently put you and your little Agency out of business. But y'know? I think I'm done in here. I just really wanted to wish you luck in the WWC Tournament and your match, and to say thank you for representing the DRWF in the tournament.
--SETH CALVERT-- First...I don't need the luck. I'm the most gifted wrestler in this soon to be extinct federation of yours. And second...you think I'm representing DRWF now? Representing the DRWF that's soon going to go straight down the toilet with the fat chunks you had for lunch today? Hell no...I'm representing myself. You and the DRWF can shove it straight up your lard-clogged backside.
}}Isms looks to ponder this for a moment. He then smiles.{{
--BIG WILLIE-ISMS: OWNER-- Ah...well then. One more thing Seth. I came here to offer you an opportunity. Join the Bloodline. Look, you can have fans cheering your name...you can have signs preaching your talents across the arena...and more importantly, I can guarantee you that you won't get your ass kicked by me when the right time comes...
}}Seth looks at Isms with a wide eye. Looking Isms straight in his crooked eye...Seth gives Willie a hard left hand slap across the face.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- I think it's high time you leave here...*mockingly* Isms...
}}Isms makes his way to the door, holding his jaw with his right hand. As he opens it, he notices El Presidente, Mr. Late Nite walking towards the locker room. Smoothly, Isms translates the "Jaw Holding" into what looks like a stroking of the chin. He looks back into the room and smiles...{{
--BIG WILLIE-ISMS: OWNER-- An absolute pleasure talking to you Seth. Have a Great Day...
}}Isms walks out of the room cool-like. Passing Late Nite, he gives him a wink and walks on. Late Nite, both confused and a tad upset walks into the dressing room...{{
--EL PRESIDENTE: MR. LATE NITE-- And what...pray tell...exactly was that?
--SETH CALVERT-- What?
--EL PRESIDENTE: MR. LATE NITE-- Isms walking out of here with a smile on his face. Saying that it was a "Pleasure talking to you SETH"...you wouldn't be thinking...
--SETH CALVERT-- How could you even think that? You know Isms' a lying bastard. Why would you ever trust him? I just gave him a physical reminder not to try and recruit me again...
--EL PRESIDENTE: MR. LATE NITE-- Tried to recruit you eh?
--SETH CALVERT-- Tried being the keyword. C'mon. We gotta catch that plane outta here. I've got two men to beat, and one to decide on what to do after that. Then I gotta jet to the WWC Tournament. Let's get out of this dump.
}}Late Nite shrugs, nods his head and starts gathering his stuff. But while Seth's back is turned, Late Nite watches him cautiously...{{
SETH CALVERT'S NEW
LOOK: 
::CREDITS::
Big Willie-Isms:
Keeping this Death Row Wrestling Federation alive
for TWO
STRONG YEARS BABY! And also for telling me that he should be
first in these Credit things...ALSO, for letting me slap him here.
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...
