 ~~~Defeat. The fight at the Late Nite Show wasn't history-book lost by Derian Deniot. In fact, the true outcome was a tie. But figureatively and truthfully, Derian lost to the Budais. Retribution. Rancid achieved it for the Old School Empire taking out the two women of Morder Hunde. Tenacious. The Prince of Old School flipped a leaf and beat the unholy s*** out of Matt Budai. He withstood a chairshot and got up with the most evil look that anyone has seen come from Seth Calvert. Scary? Yeah. Needed? Definitely. Regrettable? Not in the slightest...~~~ **A doctor sits at a table examining Matt Fisher's nose. The nose definitely isn't the prettiest site in the world...very bloody and broken. This was a result of an A-Poc kick to the face that downed the Fish quite incredibly hard on Massacre. Seth Calvert is out in the hall keeping watch over the Lightweight Title belt, while having his hands in a folded position and his head sitting on the knuckles. But he doesn't look like he's in a far-off "meditation state"...he has a rather sick smile on his face. Who knows what's going through his mind? Hell if I know. The team of Simply Awesome is sitting in the locker room, Derian with tape around his ribs, and Rancid eating a plate of Sirloin Steak. Rancid will talk in this scene...** {Derian Deniot} " How the hell can you eat at a time like this? Matt's nose is broken, my ribs got busted, and Seth's turnin' into a...a...I DON'T KNOW, he's turnin' into somethin'. " **Rancid puts his fork and knife down and looks at him strangely. He cuts another piece off and then chews it happily. He starts to speak with his mouth full.** {Rancid} " Wha oo mean ha ca ah eat? Ah'm eally 'ungry, 'specially ater...*swallowing* last night. Besides, it's good steak." {Derian Deniot} " Whatever. Damn, my ribs hurt. Ain't no way I'm gonna be in top shape come Sunday for the Pay Per View." {Rancid} " What're you talking about? We don't have a match this Sunday." {Derian Deniot, shrugging} " Yeah, but you know there's gonna be something that Elite Alliance or the Dogs are gonna pull. Especially with Seth taking on Matt. Sure it's a scaffold match, but anything can happen, eh? Plus, if somethin' goes haywire in that Main Event, I'm gonna be on DRWF's side." {Rancid} " Hey, I'm with you there. But you right. Seth's gone a little whack during the past few weeks. Something's up. " {Derian Deniot} " You're right. I mean, you saw him when he chewed up Budai last night. Ah well...that's probably bound to help him in the Scaffold match. Maybe he'll even get a victory...you know he ain't had one. But this new attitude...I like his chances."
**Rancid nods, and cuts off another piece of sirloin. Sticking it in his mouth, he chews happily. Derian begins greasing his hair back, but every so often, he painfully grabs his ribs. Rancid on seeing how bad his partner is (I mean, he's having trouble greasing his hair...something definitely needs to be done before his image is completely ruined.) cuts a large portion of steak and offers it to The Sex Icon of the Northeast...Derian, ah...politely refuses...** {C.E.O. Matt Fisher} " AWW DAMNIT! Man, that hurts. Y'think you could be a little more gentle?" {Dr. Hanes Brief} " Sorry sir, but there is a certain procedure I have to go through to help a fractured nose bone, and if you feel pain during this part, then I'm doing it right. You do want to be able to compete next week don't you? Don't move...that's what I thought. So kindly sit and wait...whoa, that wasnt' supp...oh yeah it was..." **Matt sighs, and thinks back to the night before. Did he get his ass kicked? Yeah. And damn, it was because of a foolish mistake...but he always rushes head on into things. It's been that way since he was a kid. This time, it almost cost him his life. He'd be a little more careful in his match with Jack Knife...after all, it was Jack Knife, what did he have to worry about?** {C.E.O. Matt Fisher} "A match with Jack Knife. Man...last night I was fighting the former World Champion. At a Pay Per View I get Jack Knife? True, I ain't no wrestler...but when you do put me in a match, at least put me in there with someone respectable. He'll be easier than Craig Oliver. But in reality man, I'd like to cool off away from the ring and keep up with my corporate duties. Really I would. But you know me Doc. I go out there, and the fans cheer because they don't expect me to win. I am a man of the Peoples, and I would not want to disappoint them. So I go out there and I fight my best. And in the instances of my title defenses, they usually result in a win. Jack Knife will be no different. He's just there...not much of a factor in anything that happens here. I might have fun kickin' him from pillar to post. Damnit...wonder how much paper work is on my desk..." **Doc shrugs, and puts a cast like object on Fish's nose, and steps back. Fish feels his nose, and drops his arms in disgust...not at the good Doctor's work, but at his own mistake. Silently, he curses, and vows to not make that mistake in his match with Jack Knife. Also silently, he wonders still why he has to face Jack Knife...** **A cameraman sits outside the door kneeling in front of Seth, who is in the same position as he was earlier. The same head in hands, the Lightheavyweight Title draped across his lap, and the exact same twisted smile that's beginning to scare everyone, even the Owner. The cameraman points a finger at Seth and turns the camera on.** {Seth Calvert} "Matt Budai is becoming an increasingly annoying thorn in both mine and the Empire's side. Next week, it is not the match that Matt himself offered to me, the Iron Circle match which I accepted. Now, I don't know why...but instead, we get the match which has been made famous by many a great competitor in the DRWF. Life or Death shall be no different. To survive this match, you don't need a touch of Old School...you need to live the DRWF X-Treme style. That's all I'm doing now. But last night, when I beat the unholy bullshit out of you Matt Budai, I felt good. It felt like I had done something worthwhile. And what's goin' on at the Pay Per View. I will be doing something worthwhile in beating Matt Budai senseless. Through all the humiliations, the beatings, the breakings, and the sluts, I've kept my anger in check, not wanting to break the rules of Old School. I came back at that Massacre with a realization - there's only one way I'll conquer Matt Budai. Next Sunday, Matt Budai will walk up to that scaffold, expecting to beat a person specialized in the Old School ways. Is he gonna be surprised. I'm a new person Matt. I have changed again, and it feels pretty damn good. The DRWF will not be prepared to see this side of me...this side that I've cooped up since this feud started...and neither will you. I will bleed...but chances are, you will too...you'll see that the battles have gone back and forth, but the War will be won by Seth Calvert. You think I don't know about street fighting, or using weapons? Ha...then you'll be surprised as you look at me high above the scaffold while you're down, writhing in the absolutely stinging sensation known as pain. The sharpness of the barbed wire will be tested and tested again, refined until the point where there won't be a dull spot on the large trampoline-like structure. Have you felt barbed wire Matt? I know you'll say that you have, but I mean, have you ever really felt it? Felt it perforate your skin, cut through to your muscles, your tendons, your bones, and if you land in just the right spots...your organs. Don't bring Melanie to this event. She's not fit for seeing the punishment that her dear Matt Budai will endure. Primetime Laura Wilson needs to see this though. Who knows? Maybe she'll be next in my path. Matt, we have a Pits of Hell match at Life or Death. The winner gets to enjoy the benefits of Life. The loser burns in the literal Pits of Hell, as Death savors the sweet blood that drips from those who fight in matches such as this. Oh Matt...don't be foolish. Don't underestimate me. This time around if you do, it will be the worst and possibly last mistake that you Ever Make ." **Seth waves the cameraman off, and resumes his position. From the right, Matt Fisher comes out of the Doctor's office slightly touching his nose. Seth removes the Lightheavyweight Belt from his lap and hands it to Fish. Before getting up and leaving, he offers one last smile at the camera before it fades out...** This roleplay copyrighted by Seth Calvert, (C)July 2001, All Rights Reserved. Remember these two things: 1. E-fedding is a hobby, not a lifestyle, so treat it...or don't treat it...as such. 2. If any of this has been stolen in any way, shape, or form, I'll find you, and file suit. Have a Nice Day...Class Dismissed. |