Pained. Vengeful. Happy? Three words that describe The Prince of Old School, Seth Calvert. After losing to Table Man in the Second Round of the World Heavyweight Title Tournament, Seth wasn't seen for a very long time. No one knew where he went, until one camera crew from the DRWF picked up a hint from an anonymous person that he was training two people back in New Jersey to strike havoc on the people that have given him misery. This person shall remain nameless *cough cough, KEVIN EDWARDS, ahem...* while the camera crew heads out to a small town in New Jersey, on the outskirts of Trenton. As the crew searches all across this town, they see Seth get out of his truck at a wrestling facility. Following him are two people. The first person is recognized as Seth's training partner and friend, Derian Deniot. The other person doesn't look like a very friendly person. He's around seven feet tall, a definite heavyweight competitor, black hair, black goatee, and very very angry eyes. They go inside the facility and the crew gets out of the car.
Derian Deniot: Wait a sec...that's the piss-on that's facing that guy Kent Carthage? What's wrong with Kev? He thinks Myzery's up to par with Carthage?
Seth Calvert: Hey, don't look at me. I didn't sign the card. Personally, I think that ol' Timmy's a wanna-be superstar, and nothing else.
Derian Deniot: He'll never see it coming will he?
Seth Calvert: Not at all.
Derian Deniot: And the skin and bones P.O.S. guy from the beach BEAT you?
Seth Calvert: You saw what happened. His bitch sprayed me.
Derian Deniot: Like a dog?
Seth Calvert: Like a dog. I really hope she can pull off the win at the PPV.
Derian Deniot: But gosh Seth...suppose, God forbid, she gets crippled during that match?
The beast sitting to the right of Derian cackles horribly with a sick smile. He rubs his knuckles and his grin becomes wider. Seth gets up, presses the stop button and rolls the TV and VCR away into a room behind where it was. He re-emerges with a chalkboard. He picks up a piece of chalk, but the only thing the cameraman sees is the backside of the chalkboard. Calvert speaks.
Seth Calvert: Gentlemen, these three people are our intended targets. This person you see up here at the top is to be hurt indirectly until my furthur notice. Derian, the person below and to the right of him is our target. And you Indicating the gigantic mass of destruction, your target is this slim person. You both have your assignments for the Pay Per View. Old School is set to return with a bang and a break come Nuclear Warfare. And then, we're going to celebrate with a few friends of mine. Mutually, we'll dominate the federation as the one destructive force and reign over the DRWF...all the while with the fans behind us. They make us. They buy our stuff. They watch the show. They chant our names. Well, they will sooner or later for you two anyway. We and our comrades will impact the DRWF on Pay Per View in front of the entire nation at the Blood Bath. I will regain what was mine. You two will have your time. And our friends will join us in celebration. All this will happen at DRWF Nuclear Warfare. All this...for the good of the federation.
Derian and the monster look at each other. The seven foot tall mammoth shrugs and gives a thumbs up to Seth while Derian claps. Deniot wipes a fake tear from his eye.
Derian Deniot: *sniff sniff* That was beautiful!
This is responded to by a swift whack from a meter stick sitting nearby. Derian rubs his skull.
Derian Deniot: Man, chill. I was foolin' around...
As the lone cameraman slowly enters the gym, making sure he's not heard, he is surprised at what he sees. Instead of the three wrestling, they are sitting, watching what appears to be movies. As we get closer and can hear better, we can tell they're actually watching promos and interviews conducted by the other wrestlers. At the moment, we hear Table Man's beach promo being played. As that reaches an end, and the seven foot monster smiles sadistically, Derian pops in another tape, this time of Myzery. This promo runs its course and Derian gets a quizzical look on his face.
What plans do Seth and his buddies have in store for the DRWF at Nuclear Warfare: The Blood Bath? Only one way to find out, and if you ain't a total dumbass, you know what that is.
The above Roleplay is expressly copyrighted by Seth Calvert in the following (C)March 2001. Do not use any of the above material without the express written consent of Seth Calvert...because damnit, he knows some good lawyers.
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