Post by Seth Archer on Nov 29, 2014 15:08:05 GMT -5
Seth Archer.
A name, no, a legendary concept.
Seth was no mere man, no, he is a god, an immortal…ah what are we saying, Seth Archer, is a douche.
See, from the age of sixteen, Seth had been a sex-crazed, exhibitionist party boy and with the money he had, nobody could really blame him. Sure, some people told him he should “invest” his father’s money, or that he should help “charity” with it.
Seth thought differently. I mean, if he did that, how would he be able to rock the latest in short short fashion? Who could simultaneously date the son AND daughter of the mayor if he couldn’t afford to treat them to the finest dining?
Seth loved few things. Sex, Money, Fashion and lots of it. Wrestling was his hobby and only now did he seek using it for more publicity and for something to be passionate about. He was good, not great but his sister’s connections could only help him grow in skill, right?
The problem was, they didn’t talk much, what with Seth being the bastard child of her father and a British whore. He’d make her understand though. I mean, blood is thicker than water, right? Whatever that meant.
Simply, he wanted to move to America, to conquer a new world where he was unknown. He wouldn’t be the playboy son of Jacob Jones. He wouldn’t be the owner of Xtacy Club, or the XY Passion. He’d simply be a guy, a very attractive, fabulous guy. A guy who could fight and could win.
This week, he debuted in live action against a multitude of superstars in the Deadly Rumble. Would he win? Would he be the first eliminated? Who knew. This chapter was only beginning.
A name, no, a legendary concept.
Seth was no mere man, no, he is a god, an immortal…ah what are we saying, Seth Archer, is a douche.
See, from the age of sixteen, Seth had been a sex-crazed, exhibitionist party boy and with the money he had, nobody could really blame him. Sure, some people told him he should “invest” his father’s money, or that he should help “charity” with it.
Seth thought differently. I mean, if he did that, how would he be able to rock the latest in short short fashion? Who could simultaneously date the son AND daughter of the mayor if he couldn’t afford to treat them to the finest dining?
Seth loved few things. Sex, Money, Fashion and lots of it. Wrestling was his hobby and only now did he seek using it for more publicity and for something to be passionate about. He was good, not great but his sister’s connections could only help him grow in skill, right?
The problem was, they didn’t talk much, what with Seth being the bastard child of her father and a British whore. He’d make her understand though. I mean, blood is thicker than water, right? Whatever that meant.
Simply, he wanted to move to America, to conquer a new world where he was unknown. He wouldn’t be the playboy son of Jacob Jones. He wouldn’t be the owner of Xtacy Club, or the XY Passion. He’d simply be a guy, a very attractive, fabulous guy. A guy who could fight and could win.
This week, he debuted in live action against a multitude of superstars in the Deadly Rumble. Would he win? Would he be the first eliminated? Who knew. This chapter was only beginning.
