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Seth Feder · **08-06-2015, 11:26 AM**

An end table is sitting beside a queen size bed in a messy room with clothes everywhere. On the end table sits several glass beer bottles, a few beer cans, an opened box of cigarettes, an ashtray, and an old digital black alarm clock. There's a lifeless body lying face down on the mattress, uncovered and appears to be passed out.

Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh . . .The alarm clock goes off with an annoying noise in hopes to wake up the person. The right arm moves and without looking, smacks the snooze button correctly and shuts it off. The man starts making some moaning noises like he's had a rough night and is hardly moving. Unfortunately for the man, roughly ten minutes later a suddenly loud song comes over his blue tooth speaker - BYOB by System of a Down. The body flinches at the sudden loud noise.

:10 x Fucking Better Seth Feder:
Shut the fuck up! Fuck!

Though Seth apparently doesn't like the way he woke up, he lets the song play out while sitting at the edge of the bed. His head is buried in his palms for a few minutes before wiping his eyes. He brushes his hair back and grabs a cigarette, only to find the box empty.

:10 x Fucking Better Seth Feder:
Shit. I just bought these last night.

Lucky for Seth, he keeps a stash of some 'fun medicine,' as he calls it, somewhere in his house. He gets up but about falls over. He picks up an almost empty bottle of beer and pours it down his throat. He tosses the bottle down and goes on to look for his fun medicine.

:10 x Fucking Better Seth Feder:
I hope these fuckers don't drug test yet.

Seth goes to his closet and finds a white shoe box labeled "fun medicine." When he opens it, it's nice and neat -- possibly the only neat thing in his house. There appears to be several different drugs in the box, but he takes out the tiny bag with white powder that looks like sand. He lays it across the top of the shoe box, and snorts it up his nostril.

:10 x Fucking Better Seth Feder:
Fuck yeah! You want some, Sid?

He realizes he's alone and Sid is no where around. Seth just sits on the floor with his back against the bed. As he's sitting on his hardwood floor, he reaches under his bed and slides out a thick photo book titled "Feder Family." He begins to flip through the photo album and comes across a picture of his blonde haired crazy brother, Sid. Seth continues to flip pages while it shows the crazy things Sid was apart of in the XWF, as well as outside the company. After minutes of looking through the past, he passes out. Several hours later, Seth awakes with music still going loud. His phone is ringing, but by the time he gets to it the call is missed. "24 Missed Calls" his phone reads. He looks at the missed calls and several are from the XWF -- confirming his one on one interview at 4:00pm. He has 30 minutes to get dressed and make an hour drive, so he rushes himself.

He somehow makes it with a few seconds to spare, but doesn't look very presentable. The XWF officials don't seem pleased with how he looks, but it's been scheduled so they grudgingly go with it.

:The Stupid Reporter:
Thanks for joining us here for this XWF exclusive. Here I am, sitting with a man who claims to be the brother of former XWF superstar, Sid Feder.

:10 x Fucking Better Seth Feder:
Shut the fuck up. I've been listening to the people backstage and it amazes me how fuckin' stupid people here are. Some are actually wondering if I'm Sid. I don't look like Sid; I don't talk like Sid. Whoever believes I'm Sid is not only fuckin' stupid but apparently blind. Of course I'm not Sid! I'm his damn brother.

:The Stupid Reporter:
There are others who say you're not related to Sid. You just happen to claim the last name.

:10 x Fucking Better Seth Feder:
Do you think I really give two fucks what anyone thinks around here? It's been a long time since Sid was ever here and people are still obsessed with him. Sid left this place because of the bullshit, and rightfully so; then was replaced by an old man who took on his name thanks to XWF fucktards. My brother has been missing for a while now and no one knows where the hell he is, but maybe it's better that way. People need to understand I'm not Sid and am not pretending to be him. I'm Seth Feder. Sid was three times better; I'm ten times better. If people don't want to believe Sid had a brother he never talked about, then fine by me. Let them believe only what Sid said at the time. We had a falling out, and it's no ones fuckin' business why he never talked about me. Everyone sees my last name and thinks I should be a carbon copy of my brother which is fuckin' stupid.

:The Stupid Reporter:
Right. We can't really disprove your claims.

:10 x Fucking Better Seth Feder:
Stop kissing ass. This whole place is nothing but people who kiss ass, bitch about something, are

, or afraid little pussies. I walk into this place and immediately people are talking. I call out the champion and he locks himself in a corner, and pushes out a retired name for me to call out. Sid and Samuels may have had problems, but why do I give a fuck about who hated Sid? SETH called out VINNIE LANE. That's all. The bitch ran and hid, and proved to everyone what a pussy he is for a champion. If someone came in, talked shit and called me out; better believe I'd fuck him up. I should show there isn't one person who could beat me and that I'm the fuckin' champion for a reason. He wants people to climb ladders and earn matches -- even non title matches.

:The Stupid Reporter:
Well, Seth, this Wednesday Night on Warfare you have your debut match against. . .

:10 x Fucking Better Seth Feder:

. One is a fat fuck who can't disciple himself enough to not eat so damn much. Another is an arab

who would probably drink my piss because I'm an American -- oh shit, he's a fat fucker too! Then we have a skinny cockblower who thinks he's a badass. I think his name is Tommy Bitch -- the name suits him since he is in fact a bitch. I will give these idiots credit, though, since they actually are fighting me in the ring unlike Vinnie Vegas. I think I've said enough about your bitch champion since we all know he's a pussy after being called out for a match, then throwing Samuels name in the mix. So Vinnie, have fun jacking off everyone who earns a match with you and thinking that owning a title is some fuckin' achievement. Next Wednesday I get to make my debut and continue the Feder name.

To Be Continued. . .

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