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Seth Feder · **08-11-2015, 07:51 PM**

"Yes we have your honor," said the young business man who was standing among the rest of the jury as the front man. "We find the defendant, Seth Federer, guilty." The words echoed across the courtroom, "We find the defendant guilty on all accounts." The room was, for the most part, empty except for the jury; the judge; the state defense; Seth Feder; a few others spread out through the room studying the case for school. The family of Seth Feder is absent, as well as, an attorney to represent Mr. Feder. It was brought up as to why Mr. Feder chose to represent himself and there whereabouts of his family, but he chose to keep the response limited without really sharing information. After each piece of evidence was brought against Mr. Feder in producing a case against him, he oddly sat there and chose not to say a word in his defense. He sat at the desk and wrists in handcuffs. The only words he muttered in the court room were, "Fuck," in response to the case going too long. He shared his frustrations several times in hopes to get the judge to simply throw him into jail to end the whole ordeal, but the plan failed.

Once the jury decision was read outloud and the judge gave the sentence, Mr. Feder looked at all the jurors with his eyes wide open like a psycho. He flicked his tongue quickly as a gross mannerism to the women followed by two middle fingers. "Took you dipshits long enough." Finally, Mr. Feder spoke clear and loud. The officers came in and took the calm Seth Feder off from the courtroom.

He was a bit of a wild kid, though not much was known about him nor his family. He mine as well have been created in a science lab with a random name given by a generator online. Within weeks, Seth got into many fights where he was at and caused a lot of people to watch him. He was a little bit feared because he would randomly pick out people to fuck with and never really cared if you were part of a larger group. In fact, several gangs tried to get him listed with them but he would often tell them to "Fuck Off." Seth eventually kept most to himself as long as no one provoked him. He was heavily watched by security because of his chaotic behavior at the beginning, but he's seemed to calm down for the most part. After several years of good behavior, Seth was being released with probation back into the "free" world.

While the story of Seth's life is just beginning to unfold among the public, there's still much to look into about who he is and where he's from other than the last name - which some question he's related to the well known Sid Feder. One can easily look into his past and see his last name is legally Federer. A question people are wondering is if he really is related to the man he claims is his brother. Only time will tell.

As we fast forward several years later, we find Seth turning to his family roots - if, in fact he is related to Sid - and striking a bit of chaos into the XWF. Once the name Feder was shown appearing on the XWF website and brought into some conversations that circulated the company, it arose if he's Sid returning or if he's really related at all to the XWF's former loose canon. We all have come to hear Seth's side of the story and his claims that he is, indeed, the brother of Sid. His first match comes about on Wednesday Night Warfare in the month of August to test his skill and listen to his voice yell some foul language to stir up the hearts of fans and superstars alike.

Is Seth really Sid's brother?

Will Seth usher in the wild and chaotic in the XWF that's been missing for quite sometime?

Will we see the return of the one and only Sid Feder so we can find out the truth?

Why did Seth come to the XWF?

These questions, among many more, can only be answered by two men. We may get our wish; we may not.

Seth is walking along a fence that is surrounding a prison in Mexico; it's not pretty. It's night time out with only a little flash light shining on Seth's face as he walks along the fence.

:10 x Fucking Better Seth Feder:
The XWF has been so fucked up for so long that it needed a change. What better change that had to happen than a Feder making their way here? It doesn't matter to me what people think. A few of them think they know the Feder family because they had a few matches with my brother? They have some sort of ability to know about our history just because my damn brother chose to reveal only certain things? My brother was right about you all - fuckin' stupid. You don't need a boot to your ass or a fist slamming against your face; that's too much of a waste of time. What this place needs are buckets full of gasoline dropping on every

and a Feder dropping the damn match to rid this place of the idiots. I'm not talking about just the bitches who claim to be some sort of superstar here; I'm talking to the XWF office too. It's like some sort of

ass train with Shane 'Pound Me In The Ass'

leading the way. We all knew he was a

; he wouldn't deny it - at least he admits it while you others just go blow some other

in the back behind closed doors. This brings me to my match coming up this Wednesday.

First you have this dumb fuck who is scared to even appear his little head out of someone's ass, John Hilly. Let me make it real simple for you Johnny; don't sign up to fight in a match if you're gonna hide in your mamma's panties since it's probably the only fuckin' place that made you feel special. I'm pretty sure you came here thinking you're gonna tear on the scene and teach someone a lesson, but saw my same in the fight and decided to retire early. Who can blame you? You don't sound like a fighter anyhow; more like a Paul Blart kinda guy. Maybe you can snuggle back into the one place that made you of some value - your mom. Then again, the second go around would probably make her go for the abortion decision instead of letting you appear on this Earth.

Then we have this butterbean cock head trying to be some kind of bad ass. The most dangerous you've been is in a candy store around little kids; fuckin' fat ass hog. Go back to winning at hot dog eating contests or dick sucking contests; there, at least, you'll bring some entertainment. You see, dick head, you're not all that entertaining. You're fat, dumb, and a bitch. I'm glad you surrounded yourself with guys that like to play things dangerously other than fighting; it seems to be where you fit best. Dean will definitely use you to lure kids into the van as long as you don't eat all the fuckin' candy. Dean, be careful around him. He'll fuck everything up.

Finally, we have Tommy Wish. I wish you would just leave already. Would you do that for me, Thomas? Grant me that one fuckin' wish and just shut...the...fuck...up. It's a wonder why anyone listening to you talk hasn't put a gun to their head and pulled the trigger. If you want to save someone from committing suicide; don't let them hear Tommy Wish talk or watch him fight. It's not that he's bad; it's that he fuckin' sucks. You know I just want to outshine my relatives, right? Isn't that what you said about me? I'm not here to copy Sid's footsteps, or anyone's footsteps. I'm here to make my own mark and it starts with bitch slapping you, then watching you take it like the little btich you are. It's okay to be a pussy when you're facing me. You're forgiven, but stop trying to be some kind of bad ass. I think you need to give one of the general managers a call and let them find a new gimmick for you, because bad ass is definitely not you. Mary Poppins my be better suited for you. Imagine that shit! You walking out to some peppy music; falling from the ceiling with an umbrella; having

all around dancing. That fits you, Tommy boy. Hell, boy. . .join butterbean over here and you two could create quite a tag team - Dough Poppins Boys. Tommy Poppins can look at the talent that opposes him and shit in his pants, then Doughboy Darren can eat it all up.

Wednesday Night, I feel sorry for you guys - I really do. Maybe you'll listen next time someone warns your sorry ass not to fight a Feder.

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