~~~ Again we join you today. But this time. The scenario is different. We're only going to be visited by two of our regularly themed friends today. One Seth Calvert, and "The Sex Icon of the Northeast" Derian Deniot. Oddly enough, there won't be any cameo appearances. We're focusing on our two with a match. Derian has an unnecessary First Blood Match with a sadly mistaken Chris Concord. Seth has a match with an incredibly stupid Neon. It seems as if both of their opponents have disadvantages. But on top of Derian's match, he's also got a Survivor Series match at Late Nite Live. Busy day for him...~~~

**Derian DENIOT(note the spelling. The I is before the O) is at his Dressing Room in the North Charleston Collesium in Charleston, South Carolina. He's pulling on elbow pads, and as he pulls on the final one on his left arm (he wears two on each arm) he picks up his glowing coat. Derian heads out the door to be greeted by a very long time no see person: Joey Styles.**

{Joey Styles} " Derian Deniot. I can't believe that you're gonna be wrestling in a match one week before a huge Survivor Series match. Not only that, it's a first blood match! "

{Derian Deniot} " You're telling me. Not only that, I'm going in against a poorly understood little punk by the name of Chris Concord. First blood? Doesn't exactly sounds like something a man of my looks and stature should be competeing in."

{Joey Styles} " Wel, undoubtedly you've heard the remarks made by Chris Concord. You know you've got him here and at Late Nite Live. Plus, with you're friend Rancid having a few drinking problems as of late, you must have a lot on your mind... "

{Derian Deniot} " Yeah....I do.... "

**Derian's face goes distant as he has a flashback to the times when he was a lad of around 17. His voice trails off and he slumps back in his chair as we are greeted with a somewhat unorthodox flashback scene...**

Derian's teenage years...well...year...
**The new scene is very different. And so is the younger Derian Deniot that we see. The scene...from about 9 years ago...is a creek. But don't think the normal picture when you think of creek. There are no beautiful running waters, no everglade trees, and no animals. What we see instead, is a ditch with a small stream of water passing through. The ditch is mostly filled with trash that you wouldn't like to see every day in your backyard. Empty trash bags, half filled beer cans, and half-eaten sandwiches litter the area along with some washed up roadkill that's not that pleasant to the eye. Off next to the bank of the "creek" there's a middle-aged woman standing there with a small little girl, presumably her daughter. They seem very concentrated on the water. A teenager steps out from under a propped up blanket behind the two females. He's dressed in tattered clothes, ripped Khakis, and no shoes. He is incredibly dirty and probably smells like spoiled meat and milk mixed into one. Off-camera, a voice is heard...**

{Voice(revealed to be fatherly figure)} " Derian, help your mom and sister look for our dinner tonight. I...have something to talk to you about after that."

{Derian Deniot} " Yes Dad. Okay Mom, what's turned up so far? "

**Amazingly, this is Derian's family. And that tattered boy we saw is Derian. As Derian helps his mother, his Dad sits down on a bumpy rock. He holds an envelope in his hands and is slowly turning it over...Fast Forward an hour...Derian is walking along the rocks with his had, and he's eagerly trying to sneak a peek at the envelope his dad holds. Mr. Deniot speaks...**

{Derian's Dad} " Well son. Tomorrow's your 18th birthday. It's time you stepped out into the world. Here. This is something that your mom's brother saved up for you before he died. It's a nice little total of 5,000 dollars. I know you've been having your eye on that wrestling clinic down the street..."

**Speechless but smiling like a madman, Derian hugs his dad very tightly.**

{Derian Deniot} " Thank you dad. Thank you very much. I won't waste it."

{Derian's Dad} " Don't let us down son...we want you to be successful in this world. We want you to have the life you should have..."

**Derian shakes his head while mouthing the word, "No"...followed by "I won't"...**

Present day...

{Joey Styles} " Derian? Um...Derian..."

{Derian Deniot} " ...huh? What? Oh...sorry Joey."

**Derian's thought: "No Dad...I won't let you down..."

{Joey Styles} "So what is it that you have in mind? You've got tomorrow's big match to think about and..."

{Derian Deniot} "Joey, Nine Years ago I made a promise to my father that I wouldn't let him down. So far, I haven't done that good in doing it. This Saturday it's all changing. Now, we got Chris Concord right? He thinks I ran over his buddy Jack Knife...well, not exactly buddies, but he seemed to care an awful lot about his archrival. And who's the first person he happens to go up to? Me. For what reason? "Because I look suspicious". What the hell kind of deduction is that? Why the hell would I be the first one to look at for this terrible crime? I didn't have an ongoing rivalry with Jack-o, and I certainly didn't have any beef with him backstage. You wanna know what the hell I was doing before that psycho Concord came up to me? I was hangin' with a fine chick that came backstage to see "The Sex Icon". And just as she leaves and I turn around, this crazed bastard rushes me. You wanna know how badly I've waited for this opportunity? You've realized that before Massacre, I was a person only to be used in dire emergencies. In a way, I have to thank you Chrissy...but wait, no, I'm being accused of a crime I didn't commit. You wanna know something? I had the cops raiding my place back in New Jersey my neighbors said. Supposedly, I have to get a new door, a new dresser, hell, they ripped apart my entire house! All because of some stupid accusation that your sorry ass made Chris. Sorry's right Joey. Tomorrow, he's gonna pay. Whether he has to bleed or not, I don't care, he's paying for calling me a murderer. I ain't done nothin' like that in my life. The only thing that could be considered remotely sinful is playin' up the ladies, which is nothin' more than havin' a bit of fun! But nooooooo, I've got something down at every major police station in the fifty states of America, which makes it hella hard to take a trip to a restaurant! Chris, you want proof I didn't do it? I'll find that proof if you want it. But tomorrow, I've got you in a First Blood match...now because I'm a man of beauty and finesse, I don't usually consider even going into this match. But I'm going to clear my name. And, if you want my honest opinion, Joey, there's only one person in my mind who coulda run over Jack-o and that's CHRIS CONCORD! So Chris, get ready, because you're the first person in line...and your team...one by one, they're gonna the next ones...

**The camera backs out of the room as Derian stares down the camera with his Trademark Sunshades pulled down to the tip of his nose, and Joey Styles pointing with his thumb at the determined Deniot...**

Now we head to another area of the arena...in fact, it's across the hall...to Seth Calvert...

**Seth Calvert is walking the halls looking at some of the new clothing items that can be for sale soon(we hope) online at the DRWF Shopzone. These include a Trey Hamlyn T-Shirt, a new Mr. Late Nite design, a Late Nite Live Pay Per View shirt, and a "Return of Legends" cap for Neo and Hellraiser. He picks up an Old School Pendant to admire it, and a random...we do mean random...cameraman approaches him. Seth is wearing a backwards baseball cap, a loose denim shirt, and black jeans. The cameraman taps Seth on the shoulder and points at the camera.**

{Seth Calvert} "What? Oh...you want an interview? Okay. Hold on a sec. Okay...let's go."

**The cameraman flips a switch on the back of the camera and a red light on the front lights up.**

{Cameradude} "Folks, I'm here with Former Death Row Wrestling Federation Champion, Seth Calvert. Seth, you know that at Late Nite Live, you have a match against a monster that calls himself Neon...what do you have to say to this dark individual?"

{Seth Calvert} " You wanna know my honest opinion of him? He's a complete dumbass. Sure, you may be the cousin of a great World Champion, but hell boy, you sure are a stupid little freak now aren't you? You think I need to cheat to beat a dark, quote unquote Evil being like you? And you insult my gathering? At least our name isn't so unoriginal. Through my career, and the careers of others, I've noticed a couple billion stables with the name "X-Treme" or "Revolution". And here we go again, another person who severely underestimates me. Hell boy, I've climbed bigger mountains than you, and I succeeded. Take Enforcer. He said he could take me down...and he didn't succeed. He didn't squash me, and look at how big that dumb ox is! You think that you're a challenge to me? You think that I don't have enough to take you on? Granted, I've got a pretty banged up knee, but hell Neon, I've got plans mapped out already as I speak. No no no, I don't care about you, I don't care who you are. I don't really care what you could do to me. I'm concerning myself with what you are going to do to me. Which from the looks of it ain't much.

{Cameradude} "And what about your friend Derian Deniot? You obviously know that he's been accused of running over and killing Jack Knife. "

{Seth Calvert} " Surely, Chris Concord has done some pretty stupid things in his life. But accusing Derian of killing someone? C'mon Chris. Everyone thought you had a little more sense in your head than that. Even Jack Knife thought so. You've totally flipped if you think Derian would do anything of the sort. "

{Cameradude} " And, that seems like it's the only thing I came to talk to you about Seth. We hope to see you tomorrow night at Saturday Massacre. "

**Seth nods at the cameraman as he winks the camera off. Seth resumes his inspection of the sale items, and thinks of buying them for some of the kids that he knows back in New Jersey. Our scene draws to a close...**

Chris...what are you smoking? Neon...you severely underestimate "The Prince of Old School"

This roleplay copyrighted by Seth Calvert, (C)June 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. Imitating what the DRWF Superstars do inside the ring whether you're at home or on the playground could result in three things: 1. Someone getting really pissed, 2. A DRWF Scout asking you to be a member, 3. Serious injury, possible death. LEAVE IT TO THE PROS!!!