Seth Black

Introducing Seth Black

Nearing the end of an exciting TFWF house show, the camera cuts to the rear of the building near the parking lot. A reporter is seen walking with some hustle in his step trying to catch up to someone in the distance.
The reporter finally cathes up to the man, revealing that it is TFWF’s newest superstar, Seth Black. Black turns and acknowledges the reporter, as he takes a second to catch his breath.

“Seth Black, do you have a minute to talk to us?” The reporter asks.
Seth reaches up and removes his sunglasses from his eyes before answering.

“Yeah I got a minute.”

“Great. Seth coming up at Monday Mayhem you are making not only your TFWF debut, but also your pro wrestling debut. How does this feel?”
“Yeah, yeah…Whatever. Listen, I’m not gonna sit here an do this back and worth with you, like these other puppets around here. That’s not what I’m here for.”

Seth grabs the mic from the reporter and stares down at him. The reporter’s face began to show signs of worry, and he slowly started to back away. Seth turns to the camera and raises the mic to speak.

“On Monday Mayhem, the TFWF will see the coming of a new age, so to speak. From now on, no one is safe, and everyone needs to watch their backs. I’m not here to entertain fans, or put on a big show. I am here stricktly for me, and my personal gain.”

“Kent Clark? Are you serious? Because I certainly am. You better wake up and focus kid, because this ain’t no video game. There is no cheat codes to beat me, understand? You might even wanna do yourself a favor, and stay home with your Nintendo on Monday night.”

At that moment Seth’s cell phone starts to ring. He pulls the phone from his pocket and looks down at the screen to see who is calling. Seth hits the ignore button and puts the phone back into his pocket.

“Now, where was I? The next chump they put me in a match with, Randall Dylan. This has been? I feel bad for you Randall, not because of your old lady dyin’ of cancer, but because of how bad I’m gonna embaress you on Monday.”

Seth smirks at the camera, knowing that he is pushing the limit with that statement.

“Yeah, Randall, I said it. I went there, now what are you going to do about it? Not a damn thing because you are a disgrace! And an even greater disgrace to martial arts, which I happen to have a background in, might I mention. But back to the point, you are a has been. And on Monday night, I am going to use you, and everyone else in the match as stepping stones. That’s all any of you are to me. Just an obstacle in my way of a bigger paycheck, because in the end, that’s what it’s all about.”

“And the last opponent, Miss Nickles. The girl who wants to know so much about me. Google? Well hunny, to tell you the truth that is flattering. You like the internet? Because I see you having a good career on the internet, you know what I mean?” Seth chuckles.

“Yeah, with a little help from me, you could have a real good career. But in that ring, you ain’t [censor] to me. You can preach all the ‘don’t underestimate me because I’m a girl’ stories you want, because at the end of the day you’re still gonna end up on your back, whether it’s in the ring or not is irrelevant.”

A black Mercedes Benz pulls into the garage. Seth turns and looks at the car, and then turns back to the camera.

“This Monday on Mayhem, I will make my mark in this company. I will make an impact, and I promise you all, I WILL hurt someone.”

Seth turns and looks over at the reporter who is still standing a few feet away. He tosses the mic into the reporter’s chest and begins to walk to the Mercedes that pulled in a few moments ago. Seth opens the rear passenger side door and gets into the car. The TFWF camera fades out.
Inside the car there is a man driving, and a man in the passenger seat. The driver is wearing normal, casual clothes and an italian leather jacket. The man in the passenger seat is wearing a dark red business suit. The man in the passenger seat starts to speak.

“You ignored my call,” the man said.

“I was doing a, uh, interview,” Seth responded.

“An interview. You’re in with this company now? Am I going to start seeing my money, Seth?”

“Every week, Jimmy. I’m gonna have money for you every week.”

“Yeah, well, unfortunately for you Seth, that’s not the first time I’ve heard you say that. To tell you the truth, I don’t really believe you. How long before you skip town and disappear on everyone again? Huh?”

“Don’t be like that Jimmy, I said you have my word, I’ll pay you your money.”

“You’re right, you will pay me my money Seth. Because if you don’t, some people are gonna visit you and…well, you know how that goes.”

Seth looks out the back window at the street moving beneath them. He thought about his situation with Jimmy, and scowled over it. All over a stupid gambling problem, now Seth was in the whole with Jimmy for a lot of money. Then, of course, there was the small drug stint, but hey, who doesn’t like to party every now and then? Thankfully, Seth got himself into shape before his physical for TFWF. Seth has never considered himself a drug addict, because there is no addiction. Simply casual.
But somehow, that casual use, along with the gambling, and other personal demons, Seth has found himself at the bottom of the bottle. As the Mercedes speeds closer and closer to Seth’s hotel, the more anxious he gets. Seth know it’s going to be hard to make it through the night without making his usual mistakes.

After what seems like forever of a drive, the car finally arrives in the parking lot of a Marriot hotel. The car pulls into the parking lot and parks. The driver cuts the lights, and turns the engine off. Jimmy flips down the visor, and opens the mirror. He looks into the back seat at Seth, who is staring back at him.

“Seth, I’m gonna be straight with you. There’s gonna be people watching what you do. From now on, this little career choice of yours, well, you’re gonna go through with it. Because it’s my money on the line, Seth. My money that you are messing with. So, keep a clear head, keep your nose cleam, literally, and do what you gotta do. No more games, Seth.”

“Don’t worry about it Jimmy. Like I said, every week.”

“Good, good. I’ll see you Seth. And for the love of God get in shape. You look like shit.”

Seth rolls his eyes and opens the door. He steps out of the car and begisn to walk toward the hotel entrance as the driver starts the engine again. The Mercedes pulls out of the parking spot, and speeds off into the night.