He didn't like facing people more than twice. And it isn't because of reasons which Vladamire Dracos and Scarab might suggest. It's because he's got better things to do...more things to focus on...such as the IcE Games. But he must be content with going once again for the Tag Team Gold.
Seth Calvert is sitting down on the locker room bench, checking his wrist tape, and the tape on his ribs. Across from him, in a leather chair sits Mr. Late Nite, lightly dabbing an ice pack on the back of his head. They both look down at the floor. In the corner, at a small round table, Kung Fu Lee and Dragon Fly Jones are playing Poker...judging by the pile of money that Aaron Zarn has in the middle, it seems he's winning...Zarn's brother, Krayzie is lying on the floor counting the ticks on the ceiling. Brian Blazer is flipping through a wrestling attire magazine. Saint Steve is close to the Poker table counting his money. Upon seeing how much he has, he pickpockets a few more from Zarn. Following this, he gets up.
Saint Steve: All right guys, I'm gonna head out to the strip joint in Cameron, anyone wanna come?
Brian Blazer: Cameron? Isn't that around 70 miles away?
Seth Calvert: You ain't ever been in a car with Steve have you?
Brian Blazer: No...
Seth grins at Steve and SS tells Blazer that the joint will be a great way to "loosen" up for his match against Ryda tomorrow. Blazer shrugs and gets up from his position. As the door shuts, Late Nite looks at the ice pack and gets up to get another one.
Mr. Late Nite: I tell ya, if going to a strip joint were the essential key to loosening up for a match, I'd have been laid 70 times over by now.
This draws a small chuckle from Krayzie and Seth...who is still disappointed about losing the match (well...naturally, but..you get it). Seth tightens the tape around his ribs a little more.
Seth Calvert: We've got them one last time tomorrow. No stipulations. There's gotta be a winner. Why couldn't you have grabbed the belt when you were up there?
Mr. Late Nite: I was thinking to eliminate future opposition once we had gotten the belts...
Seth Calvert: Yeah, but we didn't get the belts. We coulda worried about the beatdown afterwards.
A knock sounds on the door. Krayzie, the closest to the door kips up and gets it. It's a delivery guy from Burger King. Puzzled, Krayzie takes the package from the man.
Krayzie: Burger King delivers?
Delivery Guy: Well, my boss said that the guy who ordered it threatened to put his nut sac on one of the grills if he didn't deliver.
Krayzie, looking as if all is solved, hands the package to Kung Fu. Lee dives in as he pulls out a Triple Whopper with cheese, no pickles, mustard instead of mayo, and a little bit of sweet and sour sauce, French Fries and a medium Coca-Cola. Upon seeing the Coca-Cola, the just-learning-English Kung Fu Lee, sets his things down calmly and gets up. He goes to the delivery person and looks at him. The Delivery Person looks like a midget next to Lee.
Kung Fu Lee: I ask for LARGE!!!
Deliver Guy: Please don't hurt me...I'm just a messenger and...gah!
Kung Fu grabs the Delivery Guy by the throat and throws him out of the room. He settles down to the poker table and takes a gigantic bite out his burger. Three minutes later, as Late Nite has finished Icing his head, and Seth seems satisfied with the taping job, another knock is heard. Krayzie, refusing to get up again starts counting out loud from 14,356,789,000 1/2, as Kung Fu gets up with the TV Remote in his hand. He opens the door and raises the remote...
Seth Calvert: WHOA WHOA WHOA! Hold it Lee. It's just Jordan. What you want Interviewer guy?
Jordan Jackson: Just wanted to get Late Nite and yours opinions on both the Tag Match and Ice Games.
Mr. Late Nite: It's quite simple Jackson. tomorrow, on Raw Thursday, Seth and myself are going out there, last time to regain the belts...and believe me we will. And then Hatred, I'll go on to win the World Heavyweight Championship, making me a double champion.
Seth Calvert: That ain't the way we talked it. The way we talked it, is how I'm gonna relay it. Jordan, we're going to win the belts tomorrow, and then Kev, we'll worry about me kicking your ass at Hatred.
Seth departs for ring side as Late Nite looks in astonishment at him. Late Nite shoves Jackson out of the way and chases Calvert down.
Fu Manchu's "Evil Eye" starts up unexpectedly in the DRWF Arena as Seth Calvert walks out. He doesn't strut...he doesn't cockily stride, he walks with straight determination. He gets in the ring and jacks the mic from Howard Finkel. He makes a quick cutthroat motion to cut the music.
Seth Calvert: I grow tired. I grow tired of having to face Dracos and Scarab card after card. Tomorrow, we end it. Tomorrow, there are no ladders, no interferences by UMS or Death Row. No one to save you. There are no gimmicks, no oddities, no people coming in to stop us from going over you. FOR THE LAST TIME, we, Late Nite Productions are going to step into the ring with Vladamire Dracos and Scarab, and we will come out on top finally. Those belts WILL go around our waists tomorrow, and we WILL become the champs. Tomorrow, for the LAST TIME, Dracos and Scarab will be facing one of the greatest tag teams in DRWF History. Dracos, you hosted your fun little spinoff of the Late Nite Show, but the words mentioned in that were about as effective as Taka Michinoku on the Big Show. But yet, I'll give you credit. You are the Taka to our Big Show. You'll keep resurrecting from that canvas to attempt to beat our asses. But two things: One: Attempt is the word. Two: I can also phrase that as saying you're like the proverbial NUGGET that won't go down the piss-pot. Thursday Raw Thursday, Mr. Late Nite and Seth Calvert drop an Old School Bomb on the two of you and put the Belts around deserving champions. And as far as the IcE Games are concerned...
Immediately, The Late Nite Show Theme plays as Late Nite walks down, microphone in hand.
Mr. Late Nite: As far as IcE Games go, you don't need to worry. Because after all, Seth, your goal was to win gold here. And win gold you will tomorrow. Why get greedy? I mean, I'm your friend, your partner, your stablemate, and I'm a part time boss to you! So it seems very fair for me to win the belt at Hatred.
Seth Calvert: My goal was to institute Old School Wrestling into the DRWF. Tomorrow, I'll win gold to prove a point. Hatred, I will win the World Heavyweight Title, and be on top of the company. I'll be on top and there ain't a damn thing you'll do about it. You may be my friend, partner, stablemate, and part-time boss, but come Hatred, I will regard you as an enemy. I will cut promos on you as such, treat you as such, and beat you as such. Will I go to the point of actually maiming you? More than likely not. Will I go to the point of getting my damn job done? Oh hell yeah.
Mr. Late Nite: Seth, calm down. Everyone knows that I've been here longer than you have been, and I'd make a better champion. You've got your own goals to pursue. So you do those, and I'll get the World Title for the stable...
Seth Calvert: Been here longer? Wow, a good two or three weeks. And what my agendas are, are my own business. If I want to win the title, then hell, I will. And Kevin, if you get in my face, and in my way at Hatred...
Late Nite shoves Seth and points to his head in a "Don't you get it? Get it through your head!" way. This is responded by a firm forearm to the face. Seth takes a hold of the mic again.
Seth Calvert: You get it through your head Kev. I won't lay down for you, I won't get out of your way. *turning away* DRACOS, SCARAB! Tomorrow is the night to end it all. Get yourselves prepared, because this ain't gonna be no joyride, no bloodgorge, and no happy fly by, pardon the pun. And IcE, shine the belt up, shove it up your ass, shine it again, and mark it with the name Seth Calvert...AWWSHI!
Mr. Late Nite clubbed Seth in the back for the forearm earlier. Calvert spins around with a fire in his eyes. He dives at Late Nite and takes him to the ground with a spear, followed by stiff left hands from the Southpaw. Late Nite flips him over and rains down right hands. It goes back and forth like this till Aaron Zarn and Krayzie come out and separate the two. Late Nite and Seth still cuss at each other as the brothers hold them back. All of a sudden, Myzery's face comes up on the Isms-tron...
Myzery: You two couldn't hold yourselves together with staples, a chain, and 30 gallons of Superglue...what makes you two think you'll be able to win tomorrow? Ha...pathetic.
Mr. Late Nite: Shut up Myzery. You couldn't rip anyone a new one on a promo save your mother who just got shagged by IcE I hear. You'll see. Tomorrow, we'll take out Dracos and Scarab, and then we'll take you to hell. And you can take that...
Seth Calvert: Screw Burbank...THAT'S A GUARAN-DAMN-TEE YOU SON OF A BITCH!
The scene fades out, Myzery laughing on the Isms-tron and Krayzie and Zarn holding Late Nite and the hot-headed Seth back. Tomorrow, on Thursday Raw Thursday, it's Seth Calvert and Mr. Late Nite versus Vladamire Dracos and Scarab, the last time for the Vacated Tag Titles! And on February 24, Hatred, featuring the IcE Games!!!
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