Slowly the camera pans up from the black boots, past the knee pads, up the bare chest and directly into the eyes of Seth. As it slowly backed away you noticed the smile that was on his face. "We have to stop meeting like this." Seth smiled.
"Last time I had a camera on me in the backstage area. I verbally humiliated Devil." Seth smiled as he slowly wrapped his wrists. "But we'll get to him in a minute. Right now, I'm interested in a variety of topics. Let's start with the vacant Intercontinental title." Seth nodded. "I mean really? Just gonna pull the plug on Sands reign like that DWF Front office? And then come up with some ridiculous match, or tournament....or whatever the fuck it is you people have come up with now." Seth shrugged. "I don't know. Didn't we just have some big match, tournament thing-uh-ma-jig for the Undisputed title? Now we gotta do another?!" Seth shook his head.
"And for the love of Pete, don't get me started about the Undisputed Title. Apparently it isn't as Undisputed as thought. Now Papa Smurf is running around with two belts. Reaver is wondering around with a belt. Honey Badger would have a belt but he doesn't give a shit. Honey Badger is bad ass like that. And I'm gonna channel my inner Honey Badger and make it publicly known. I don't give a shit about Papa Smurf's titles. I don't give a shit about Reaver's title." Seth shrugged.
"See apparently, I now have to make it my personal mission to become the DWF Heavyweight Champion. I mean for Jesus, Mary and Joseph's sake can we please get some clarity around this fuckin' place?!" Seth glared as he stood. Slowly beginning to walk, the camera followed.
"I have to become DWF Champion, no. No wait it's not have to, I need to. The fans of the DWF deserve a better class of champion. And I'm gonna give it to 'em. And just like Honey Badger, I don't give a shit if Little Candie, that two dollar slut Stephanie, or any little leech in a suit with a title like Chris whatever his fucking name is has to say about it. Daddy's come home. And Daddy wants his property!" Seth smirked.
"Speaking of Little Candie, the T.D.S and the little leeches in the front office. They've been...abnormally quiet. A little too quiet. Makes me wonder. Did I not do my job? Did I not upset the establishment like I thought? Did my number one fan Crymzon who took upon my message and tried to deliver it do no good around here?" Seth asked.
"Speaking of Stan. I'm going to call Crymzon Stan from here on out. For the uninitiated look up Eminem and Stan on youtube and that'll answer that. Now Stan,I'm glad that I inspire you but Stan, why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan? I just don't want you to do some crazy shit. I seen this one promo that had Jason and Killburn that made me sick. Some dude was drunk and dealing with them damn near drove his career over a bridge with all his hopes and dream in the trunk along with his title. And if he had in that car they'da found a tape but they didn't say who it was to. Come to think of it the guy in that promo.....It was you." Seth said as he almost looked sadden. "Damn. Well I guess we'll get to see your bootlegged matches from Japan on again in a few weeks." Seth shrugged.
Stopping he smiled. "But that's what Little Candie, the T.D.S and the little leeches want. So we can have another tournament! So don't worry Stan. I'll come rescue you. Just like I'm rescuing everyone else from these leeches. But I can't rescue them all. And that includes you Devil. See Devil I have two goals for tonight. I'm going to walk out of this arena. And you'll be lying, covered in blood. And I'll be leaving as the victor. And that first goal will happen even if it comes at the cost of the second." Smirking, Seth stopped as he entered the area right before you go up the steps to the gorilla position.
"See you in a couple minutes pumpkin." Seth winked as the camera panned back into the arena just in time for Viper's entrance.......
