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--SETH CALVERT-- Thanksgiving. Such an odd holiday. What exactly are we giving thanks for? We're not the Pilgrims, so we don't give thanks for reaching this land safely. We're already here. We aren't the Indians, as poorly mistaken Christopher Columbus called them, so we don't give thanks for the new things that the white man brought. Do we give thanks for just the food? Thanks that we're alive? Don't we do that everyday? I have something to be thankful for Thursday. I'm very very thankful that I get another opportunity to slap Simon Jacobs silly.
}}Seth pauses here, runs his hand through his hair and then continues.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- Simon my dear boy, whatever could you be talking about? Brett Hunter had nothing to do with the fact that I Beat You. I did the match, I wrestled, I hit my finisher, I pinned you, I won. Simple as that. The belt being there? Who knows...just a coincidence. However, I do agree with you that it's getting quite OLD...facing you, beating you...not necessarily resulting in a win or a loss. As I stated before, I'll win this match BY MYSELF...Joey LaVey won't help me out, he may have already been taken care of by then. El Presidente won't be there to score a Top Ten...he knows I wouldn't like that. Brett Hunter won't come down, simply for the fact that LaVey and I asked him. Kid X? He's preoccupied with another match he'll either be getting ready for, or recuperating from. So no Simon...nobody to interfere with me Beating Your Ass...HARD. As you bring up the subject of Chess...I compare our history to that very game. We take turns moving...knocking each other's pieces off. A pawn here...Knight there...a Rook possibly. The way things are going, it would appear that you have the next win. But while you may be a newer man...so am I Simon. So am I. It definitely will be interesting to see what one pathetic Bloodline member can do against the stronger Agency members.
}}Stroking his beard, Seth moves on to...{{
--SETH CALVERT-- Ace...it seems that you're the odds on favorite. All I'm hearing about this match is "Ace this, Ace that...Ace has the upper hand...Ace is lookin' mighty fine..." A shame that all of them will be completely surprised. Nobody in this match is going to let you win Ace...I know you know that. But I'm really tired of hearing your Sunday Sermons about disrespecting the Lord, being a child of God trying to control the world and whatnot. Here's a little holy preaching for you. You know what God said when he made you? "Damnit, I screwed up...ah well, I'll just throw him somewhere in East LA...that place is already messed up..." You're disrespecting not only God, but the rest of us intelligent beings, barring Simon Jacobs by even being here. All I ever hear or see come out of you is words...I haven't seen one decent match with you yet. As I remember, last Friday, you were face down on the ground because of three men. And now, you have three other men to contend with Painsgiving. My predictions? Ace goes away, crying in shame from a beat down he received from three men.
}}Seth grins at the camera.{{
--SETH CALVERT-- And Joey...well, to quote Simon Jacobs, "We'll save the best for last"...see you tonight at the Painsgiving Party.
}}The camera slowly fades to black as Seth walks away.{{
::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...
Xavier Garcia: Roleplay Layout
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 and the Agency Banner...you kick ass my friend.
And uh...to Dad: Thanks for getting on my ass about homework while I was doing this...
