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Last time we joined our Old School Hero and his partner in TV Time, Mr. Late Nite, they were being ambushed by Vladamire Dracos and his partner, Scarab – who coincidentally happen to be the same people challenging our Champions for their Tag Team Belts. The next day, Dracos conducted a promo, saying he had respect for The Prince of Old School. This made Seth ponder…wonder…question…and think about the irony of it all. Now, we’re coming to the final days before the Pay Per View, entitled DRWF Kuruption, where Seth Calvert and Mr. Late Nite, the champions, will take on the Challengers, Vladamire Dracos and Scarab.
At the moment that the DRWF “Undercover” Camera Unit joins Seth and Late Nite, they’re at an airport, waiting in line for tickets to get to Saint Louis, Missouri from San Diego, California. There is one person ahead of our Tag Team Duo, and he seems to be having trouble checking his shipping box in.
Traveling
Man:
C’mon, please…I just need to get this one box on, and I’ll leave you alone.
It’s only five pounds over the weight limit, please, I’m trying to get to Saint
Louis and…
Woman: Look, I’m sorry, I’ve told you
before, and the sign right there says so. The weight limit is Seventy pounds,
and you’re over the weight limit. You know, you could just take it over to the
side and remove a few things from it that can go in a separate box supplied by
us.
Traveling
Man:
Yes, I understand that, but my flight leaves in 30 minutes, and they’ll be
boarding in less than that!
Seth
Calvert:
Yeah, and we’re from the Death Row Wrestling Federation. We’re trying to get to
Saint Louis as well, and we’d appreciate it if you’d just let the man on.
Woman: I’m sorry…rules are rules and…
The woman is stopped as Seth brings out a $100 bill and
gives it to her. She smiles, puts the bag on the conveyor belt, and grants the
man passage. Now Seth and Late Nite get to the counter. They don’t have any
boxes, just a suitcase apiece.
Woman: So you’re from the DRWF? Wait,
wait, wait…you’re Mr. Late Nite! I LOVE YOUR SHOW! When’s the next episode
going to be on?
Mr.
Late Nite:
When? Hmmm…Probably when I get done in St. Louis defending the Tag Team Titles.
Will they let us on the plane with the belts?
Woman: Well…here, let me give you a
pass so they know who you are. *She takes out two slips of paper and writes some things down on
them* Here you go.
Just go on through. No, wait. Can I have both of your autographs? My son is a
fan of yours Seth, and of course I’m a fan of The Late Nite Show!
Mr.
Late Nite:
Sure lady. We got time don’t we?
P.A.
Voice:
Now boarding, flight 1312 to Saint Louis…repeat, now boarding flight 1312 to
Saint Louis.
The two superstars look at each other, take a pen and sign the slip of paper the woman supplied. After that, they rush towards the gate. As they show the security guards their passes and step through the gates, a metal detector’s beeping sounds.
Security
Guard: Hmm…that’s
strange. The belts are in the bag. Oh well, this won’t take very long
gentlemen.
To save time, the guard uses the hand held metal detector, finds out that it is Mr. Late Nite’s watch and keys, Seth’s belt buckle and chain, and allows the two to go on. They arrive at the gate and hand their tickets to the man standing there.
Ticket
Dude:
Let’s see here…Two to Saint Louis…Seth Calvert and Kevin Edwards…DRWF? Well,
hurry up! Get in there and kick some ass!
With that, the Tag Team Champions board the plane. They meet several DRWF-acquainted passengers, and finally get to their first class seat. The chairs are laid out so that the passengers face each other. As Seth, at the window seat, and Late Nite, taking the aisle, sit down, two obviously rich kids get their seat in front of them.
Kid
#1:
Jerry, this is so freakin’ sweet that we…US! The two biggest Wrestlemaniacs in
San Diego are going to see Kuruption. So how long is the flight?
Jerry: Um…about an hour. It’s a
slow plane. BUT WHO CARES DALLAS? WE’RE GOING TO SPEND THREE DAYS IN SAINT F’N
LOUIS!
All heads in the first class cabin turn towards the two young upstarts. They look around, shrug, and go back to their conversation.
Dallas: Okay, okay…let’s start our audio journal…wait a sec…the plane’s
taking off.
Dallas is right. Seth takes a pack of chewing gum out of his pocket and takes a piece. He offers a piece to Mr. Late Nite, who declines. The plane levels out, and the flight attendants come around with the hot towels and offering honey roasted peanuts (OOC: does anyone know why it has to be Honey Roasted??? Okay, back to the role-play) Seth and Late Nite can hear the two kids starting their audio journal.
Dallas: This is Dallas Johnson here. We’re on the plane to St. Louis,
Missouri where my friend, Jerry Atwater and myself are going to see the Death
Row Wrestling Federation Pay Per View Spectacular, KURUPTION! Our seats
are…whoa, whoa…where are they again Jerry?
Jerry: Ah, I believe that they are THE ENTRY WAY SEATS!
Dallas: Aw Hell Yeah! Now, the “Question of the Day” is Jerry, What
match on the card are you looking forward to?
Jerry: Without a doubt Dallas, the show stealer on the PPV event is
going to be The Streets of Rage Death Match, featuring Triple H taking on
Enforcer. Enforcer is one pissed off hombre, seeing as Triple H turned on him,
costing him the tag team titles. Don’t expect either one of these men let up
until someone’s lifeline has Flat Lined. What about you Dallas? What are you
looking forward to?
Dallas: I’ve got to disagree with you on this Jerry. It’s interesting
you spoke of the Tag Titles. If you’ll remember, Enforcer and HBK lost the
titles to Mr. Late Nite and “The Prince of Old School” Seth Calvert. And the
next Televised card, the team of Saint Steve, Late Nite, and Calvert were
scheduled to take on Enforcer, HBK, and a mystery partner, who still remains a
mystery. But a few minutes into the match, Vladamire Dracos and Scarab came
through the crowd an assaulted the Tag Team Champs. This left Saint Steve
alone, and although he nailed the Path of Light on HBK, the mystery man had the
last laugh. Late Nite Productions is going to be throwing that old saying of
“The champ doesn’t have to beat the challenger” right out the window.
Seth Calvert: You damn straight we are.
Mr. Late Nite: We were fixing to just go out there on Saturday and take them
to School…but now it seems as if Detention is needed, if you catch my drift.
Dallas and Jerry stare at the two superstars. They look at each other open mouthed, then back at our heroes. They stutter into their audio journal.
Dallas: Uh…uh…ahem…on our plane, we are now actually across from the
Tag Team Champions…Seth Calvert and Mr. Late Nite! Now, we’re going to try to
conduct an interview…
Seth Calvert: You don’t have to try, kid, we’re gonna give it to you. See, you
guys have the seats that people desire. You get to see the ring, and the action
in it. You get to attend an Old School Class. On Saturday, you have the
privilege of seeing our first Tag Team Title Defense. And it will not
disappoint. As soon as we land in St. Louis, we’re going to head to the pre-Pay
Per View party at the Kiel Center, and we’re going to give our complete
thoughts on this match.
Mr. Late Nite: So why don’t you two bring your little tape recorder down to
the Arena, and record the stuff you want. You don’t want to miss it.
After some turbulence, in which three of the passengers blew chunks, the plane finally landed at the St. Louis Airport. Upon arriving, reporters flood the gate area.
Reporter: Seth, Late Nite, this Saturday…
Mr. Late Nite: Why don’t you get yourselves to the Kiel Center? All your
questions very well could be answered there. As one media lover to another, “if
enquiring minds wish to know, go on location”!
Late Nite and Seth maneuver through the crowd…not easily though. They do have to stop every few feet to sign autographs, and take pictures, but they finally get out to the car provided for them, and take off for the Kiel Center.
Seth and Late Nite get to the arena, and as they pull in to the Reserved Parking spots, they can see fans going in and out of the Center, and a large banner over the door advertising DRWF’s Kuruption. The Tag Champs get out, and walk towards the gate. After showing the security guards their IDs, they go through the gates. Upon entering the door, they see rows and rows, sections and sections, table by table of DRWF merchandising, autograph signings, broadcast booths, and the very wrestling ring they must step into at the Pay Per View to defend the titles. Tonight however, it’s being used as a recreational area for kids. Seth looks around and finds the man running the sound for the party.
Seth Calvert: You got a microphone? Two if you
could.
Sound Hombre: Yeah Seth. Here ya go, two
mics. Anything else?
Seth Calvert: Play our music over the speakers
and have everyone clear the way for us, and we should be fine!
Sound Hombre(over the
speakers):
And now, ladies and gentlemen, if you’ll look to the entrance of the building,
coming towards the ring at this time, YOUR DEATH ROW WRESTLING FEDERATION TAG
TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!!! Mr. Late Nite, and “The Prince of Old School”
Seth Calvert!!!
Seth’s theme, “Evil Eye” by Fu Manchu roars across the arena, and people stop and look towards the entrance of the building as The Prince himself and Mr. Late Nite walk down to the ring. The little kids clear the ring, except for this one person, around the age of 18. He just sits in the corner of the ring ala Raven. Mr. Late Nite enters the ring first, wearing his Tag Belt around his waist. Seth enters secondly, with a microphone in one hand, and his Tag Belt slung over his shoulder. Mr. Late Nite looks at the kid in the corner and asks him if he wants to leave. This is responded to by a dead, blank stare. MLN shrugs his shoulders and turns to the crowd. They’ve all gathered around to look at the two Champs in the ring. Seth will be the first one speaking tonight. The music dies out, and Seth’s monologue begins…
Seth Calvert: As all of you know, this coming
Saturday, Your TV Hero and mine, Mr. Late Nite and myself will be defending the
tag team belts against the brothers of the coffin, Vladamire Dracos and Scarab.
This Saturday, at the Pay Per View, you’ll all see us again. You’ll be seeing
us wearing these belts around our waists, and wrestle…that’s right, I said
WRESTLE, a rare word here I know…Dracos and Scarab to keep our titles. And when
all the blood has been possibly spilled, when all the dust settles…sheesh, I
just used an over used cliché…Late Nite Productions will be exiting the
building in our own true, unique style with the belts still around our waists.
That, my friends, is not a very hard concept to grasp. However, these
two…Dracos and Scarab…they confuse me. Confuse me to the point where I must sit
myself down and ponder the thing that’s been bugging me. Vladamire, you said
that you had respect for me. Maybe not my partner, but you said you had respect
for me. Why then, on the previous night, did you and your partner come out and
attack us? Hell, you could have waited until after the match to do that. You
cost our team a very important victory Monday. We could have been there to save
Saint Steve from the masked man, had you not interfered. You two knew we had a
thing going on with DX…and you chose that exact time to “soften us up for the
PPV”? I hate to be a Kurt Angle mark, but where’s the integrity in that?
Exactly guys. There is none. That is what confuses
me. Why you would take us out in the middle of a match, as opposed to after the
match – where 1. We would have been a little more tired…and 2. We would have
won the match – and then on the next night, say that you have some measure of
respect. This Saturday, we’ll see what respect you have for us, and what
respect you need to be taught…Old School style.
Mr. Late Nite; And welcome, welcome,
welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, and children that are up past
their bedtimes to watch my show. At the Pay Per View, you’ll all get to see
your Late Nite Hero successfully defend his Tag Team Title against Vladamire
Dracos and Scarab. And hell, I’ve said it, they won’t be pushovers…not like the
Jerky Boys or whoever the hell those two were. But you won’t cause too much of
a problem. We plan on staying the Champs for quite some time you see…and it won’t
be until we come across a team that’s better than we are that we lose them.
Which would not include you. A great team? Undoubtedly…better than Late Nite
Productions? Not quite. And if little Nytocris and baby Typh try to get their
team a win, more than hell on earth to pay for you two. After Saturday, you’ll
walk into the Church of the Defeated in Battle on Sunday! Keep that in mind at
the Pay Per View as your gothic little entrances play, and you strut down this
very aisle-way. You cannot, will not, and could not strip the straps from us.
But I will say this. The misinterpretation of Nytocris’ sex by JR was pretty
damn funny wasn’t it Seth?
Seth Calvert: Oh totally! But I’m not sure it
was really a misinterpretation. I mean, there are some pretty odd guys out
there…I wouldn’t put it past her…uh…him…ah the hell with it. I wouldn’t put it
past it.
Jerry, from the plane is sitting in the front row. He raises his hand and is acknowledged by Seth.
Jerry: Champs, it seems as if your
feud with Degeneration X and Shawn Michaels has been somewhat put on hold as
you defend the Tag Team Championships against Dracos and Scarab. Are there
plans to resurrect the struggle between Late Nite Productions and DX?
Mr. Late Nite: Are we not always planning? We
always have things in mind. DX, Shawn, things are far from over between you and
me. I’m still looking forward to facing you one on one in the ring. But due to
the fact you are a total chicken shit, I’m just going to have to wait until you’re
forced into it.
Seth Calvert: And until that time when the “mystery
partner” is revealed to us, and I beat the crap out of him for KO’ing Steve, I’m
just going to have to use Dracos and Scarab as stress balls. So now, as I am
fond of saying…CLASS IS DISMISSED!
Calvert’s voice (over the PA): Just Kickin’ it…Old School Style…
That phrase precedes the playing of Fu Manchu again as the kid in the corner finally gets up and with a smirk on his face proceeds to leave the ring. Seth shrugs at Mr. Late Nite, who can only respond with a look that says “To Hell with Him”. They get on the opposite turnbuckle corners and play the crowd some more before heading to the locker room to put their bags away and place their wrestling gear in there.
