**Here we are. A locker room that is holding one of the smartest wrestlers in the business today. This person is not the tallest individual, nor is he the strongest. But trust me my friends. He is the smartest. Seth Calvert, former two time Tag Team Champion, and former DRWF World Champion, however has the odds against him this Friday. Facing two people he's had problems with before, Myzery and Ryda a.k.a. Unnecessary Man Slaughter, is going to be no easy task. But with Seth being the thinking man's wrestler...he'll pull it off somehow. As our scene opens, we catch a glimpse of a Steve Corino T-Shirt hanging from a rod in the dressing room. We also hear a voice...a voice which belongs to Seth Calvert...**

{Seth Calvert} "Yeah...I know it's been a while...but here's the situation. The Elite Alliance, headed by...well, I don't know, they're unclear as it is. But this one dude in here, Sean Moro...yeah, IcE...is now the guy who hires and fires here. Yep...he's the President. Don't ask me how...I don't get to see the contracts. Some loophole...what? I know...you two probably didn't get to negotiate. Well Isms is out again...attacked at Massacre. Pal...yes, we do have guys fighting for him...but I don't think it's enough. That's why I...we need you. Isms' probably be over-f'n-joyed at this. Yes the fans will still remember you and yes, you'll still have it. You're only 28 for Pete's sake, and he's 30. C'mon...you don't think you ran out of gas at this age do ya? Gotta go? Okay then. Call me back later with the answer you've decided on. Thanks...bye."

**Seth replaces the phone in the cradle that's next to him. He's got thinking to do. He rests his head in his hands and runs his left hand through his hair. As it falls, he lets out a sigh. So much on his mind, and the Pay Per View is two weeks away. Suddenly...the phone rings. Calvert picks up the receiver...**

{Seth Calvert} "Hello?"

{Big Willie-Isms: Owner} "Seth? Hey, it's Isms. How's it hangin?"

{Seth Calvert} "Willie? Geez man, how you feelin'? I wasn't expecting you to be out this soon. Everything's great. I just got off the phone with [name to be disclosed at a later date]. He says that he needs a little more time to think it over. But he should be callin' me back sometime this week."

{Big Willie-Isms: Owner} "Excellent. I was just calling to make sure you knew about what Moro had done. You know you've got a handicap match against UMS on Late Nite's show. And...Late Nite gets a shot at Gibson for the title you know on Saturday..."

{Seth Calvert} "They are a challenge aren't they? And as for Late Nite? Don't worry Isms. I'll take care of him Saturday. Believe it."

{Big Willie-Isms: Owner} "Okay then...that's what I called for. I wanted to make sure you knew about your matches. A little extra preparation perhaps is needed. Think so?

{Seth Calvert} " Yeah. Well...heal up, and just wait for Saturday. Saturday will be a preview to your revenge. See ya!"

**Click...the sound heard before the following sound of...Knock knock...Seth sighs...looks at his photo at home and gets up. As he opens the door, he's greeted by the one...the only...Johnny Scotch! He carries a voice recorder and a Notepad...just in case. You know those reporters.**

{Johnny Scotch} "Seth! Thank God...I found you. I've been looking all over Anderson for you! I need this interview pal. Well...I don't not so much as the fans need it...but I got to make a living somehow.

{Seth Calvert} "Oh yeah. I totally understand. Lemme guess. You've come to me to talk about two things. First, you want to know how the hell I'm going to pull off a victory against Ryda and Myzery. Second, you want to know about my thoughts about Late Nite getting a shot against Gibson Saturday. And possibly third, you want to know who my manager is going to be. "

{Johnny Scotch} "........Wow. You're good. Am I getting that predictable? Well gee I guess so. Well, you nailed the nail on the head. That's exactly what I came to talk to you about. Got a chair?

{Seth Calvert} "Sure. Here ya go. Okay, lemme pull up here...A-ight...set up that recorder, and let's cut this promo!"

{Johnny Scotch(With a click of the play and record button)} "Okay. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your News and Rumors guy, the man with the insight to the DRWF's scenes, Johnny Scotch. I am conducting a special sit-down interview with the Prince of Old School, Seth Calvert. Now, as many of you may know, Seth has a handicap match, signed by his ex-best friend Mr. Late Nite, against UMS, Myzery and Ryda. Seth, how in the hell do you plan on even standing a chance against against two people, who combined, are pretty much twice the size of you!? I mean, c'mon Seth...it's pretty unthinkable, beating those two. They've got a..."

{Seth Calvert} "Johnny, shut up and let me do some of the talking. It's my time, and you're the one getting paid. It's by every word I say, not by the ones you say. Johnny, once again, we're at the age old situation when it comes to me. The point where I am underestimated by my opponents. Both of them. Hell, handicap match, two on one, three on one, when they underestimate me, they get a very unexpected surprise. You know Myzery right? I won IcE Games. You did not. And granted, that belt was taken from my hands three hours after I won it. But the fact is: I WON THE DRWF WORLD TITLE. And the thing is, no one thought I would. No one thought that some upstart from Trenton, New Jersey would ever hold any type of gold...except for a gold tooth. I proved them wrong."

"And now, it's time again. Time to prove those two who take me as a joke wrong. Ryda...you say it's the same old...what? "...Slaughter that everyone has seen..." Same old stuff. Damn straight. That's what it is...too damn old. And humiliate me in front of my fans? Ha. I have fans. You acknowledge that. I see signs everywhere with the name Seth Calvert mentioned in a positive way. And from those same people, I see the words "Elite Alliance" mentioned with Negative connotation. You are known...but not for anything great you've done. You haven't done anything worth mentioning. You call the World Title worthless? C'mon Ryda...you know you'd much rather compact that P.O.S. you call the Lightweight Title and go for that which I held. Everyone would. And Myzery...he'd denounce that U.S. Title if it meant that he could be on top of the federation. I don't have to say "I want that title". I've held it. In fact, I won't say "I want that title". I will say "I will get it back". Because damnit...I am going to regain that title...be once again the dominant force in the Death Row Wrestling Federation. But that's in future plans. But I have Friday to quote, unquote worry about."

"See, I'm not like you. I don't underestimate. And I don't have built up anger inside of me that can work against me. What I am is a smart person. Smart. I know it's a hard concept for either of you to grasp. Myzery with a head larger than Rikishi's posterior, and all of that with nothing but what fills Rikishi's posterior...an ass load of shit. And the inflated ego of Ryda which is larger than both of Trish's breasts. I am smart. I study...analyze your every move. I can turn everything you say is your advantage against you so that it is a handicap. And believe me....I will UMS. You don't think I will because I am what you call...a "has-been". Try me. Just f'n try me. You will be more surprised than you ever will be in your life. Ryda...get your facts straight. You faced me once before. In fact you and Myzery faced me and...why, it was Mr. Late Nite! I believe a tag team title defense...our first one. And who the bloody hell won? TAKE A GUESS! It was Late Nite Productions. You didn't "kick mine". You didn't "beat mine". We beat yours. And yes...I do think I can take out both of you. Easily? No way. No one can take out two people easily. Well...Paul Wight, but I'm not him am I? But I do plan on making you two the most famous people on this planet. You two will be known the world over as people who couldn't win against one "has-been"."

{Johnny Scotch} "Wow....strong words from an obviously strong man. Folks, I may be changing my top ten list after The Late Nite Show. And now, Mr. Calvert...you know that your opponent at Death Warrant, Mr. Late Nite has a World Title match...you can't be too happy with that. What are you planning on doing?"

{Seth Calvert} "If I had a nickel for every person that asked me that, I too could have my own television show that rots every week to the stinking core that is Mr. Late Nite. Everyone that knows me, knows my feelings on the fact that Late Nite has the potential and the opportunity to be a champion before I do. This works two ways. Negatively: He gets the shot before I do. I'm the one that deserves it. But there's not much I can do...or is there? Positively: If the bastard does win it, this challenge goes out to him: Late Nite, win that belt, and we'll make the Towel Match for the DRWF World Title. But that's if you win it...

{Johnny Scotch} "Speaking of your match against the same Mr. Late Nite, he has his manager, the belligerent Kevin Edwards. But you, Seth, have yet to pick a manager! Who is your pick?"

**At this point, the phone rings. Seth picks it up. Although a voice can't be heard, I, the narrator, your friend, will tell you that it is not the same person that Seth was talking to earlier. Seth waves Johnny off, telling him that the interview is over. Johnny nods, turns the recorder off and leaves the locker room, pretty much satisfied. Seth is seen talking into the phone a little...he nods his head...shakes it...then gets an all knowing, reassured grin on his face before hanging up. Upon this happening, a knock sounds...**

{Seth Calvert(as the door opens)} "Scotch go away, I told you what you needed to know."

{Derian Deniot} "It ain't Scotch. Although it does sound nice. Put it on the rocks and I'll be set."

{Seth Calvert} "Geez Derian. Wasn't expecting you. What brings you?"

{Derian Deniot} "A couple of things. First, I'm gonna go talk to Willie about them vacated Tag Team Titles. Rancid and I feel like kickin' ass again. Second, just gonna wish you luck in your match tomorrow. You know, call me stupid...but I think that Ryda's just blowin' you off as a no one..."

{Seth Calvert} "Ya think? Both of them are. I'll tell you Der, I will make them recant their statements. I am not, will not, and never was a has-been. Tomorrow, I'm going to prove that. It's me versus Tweedle-Dumb and Tweedle-Dumber. Myzery and Ryda think they've got themselves an easy match. Makes you laugh doesn't it?

{Derian Deniot} "Yeah yeah...I know. But don't you underestimate them either. They aren't Jack Knife or that Table Man guy. These two could make ya bleed harder than ever if you aren't careful. Just thought I'd let ya know that...well I'm off to talk to Willie about getting us some gold.

{Seth Calvert} "Okay...but uh...hey, Derian? You know, you ain't won a match since you came in here. Of course, Rancid had an incredibly easy opponent...but you? You got it tough. But I'm gonna support you in whatever way I can...

**With that, Derian nods and heads off. Seth grabs his gear and picks up plane tickets. Seth's headed to New York...Burbank. It's time to earn his keep.**