Post by chriswilliams on Feb 5, 2011 10:56:16 GMT -5
The camera fades in to Chris Williams, who is driving his 1998 White Dodge Ram on the highway. During this cold winter day, the slush and dirt mix in quite evenly with the rust spots on the truck. Since he has the day off, Williams decided to run some errands around town. His first stop—the dry cleaners to pick up a few suits for a charity dinner later tonight. However, the highway is deadlocked right now, traffic for miles, as an accident up ahead is to blame. He spots an exit a few hundred feet ahead, and is able to merge over before getting off of the highway. Williams hasn’t eaten lunch yet today, so he stops off at a Subway to grab a bite to eat. As Williams walks up to the counter, the teenager who is working seems to be very excited.
Williams:
Hi, can I get a footlong Steak and Cheese sub on Italian bread please? Throw some tomatoes, lettuce, and mayo on there for me too, please.
Teenager:
Right away, Mr. Williams, sir!
Chris cracks a small smile, now realizing that this teenager has seen him on TV before.
Williams:
So, you watch the KoP, then?
Teenager:
Every Sunday night! And I have tickets to The Knighting in a few weeks! That isn’t something that comes along every day….
Williams:
Sounds like you’ll be having fun, then. You’ll probably get to see a lot of cool stuff….
Teenager:
I sure hope so!
Williams:
Heh, I’ll try not to disappoint you. Although I don’t really know who I’ll actually be up against at the Knighting….
Teenager:
I can’t wait to be there…. Anyway, here is your Steak and Cheese sub, Mr. Williams.
Williams:
Thanks, how much do I owe ya?
Teenager:
It’s $5.30, sir.
As Chris reaches into his pocket, he realizes that he doesn’t have his wallet with him. This could be an issue. He curses under his breath, then looks at the teenager behind the counter.
Williams:
Crap, I don’t have my wallet on me… I left it at home. Here, I can’t pay for this, I’m sorry.
Teenager:
Oh, don’t worry about it. If I can get your autograph on this napkin, we can just call it even! I’ve never gotten your autograph before, this will be great!
Williams:
Really? Just my autograph? I’ve barely been wrestling for a month in KoP…. Alright, I suppose. Thanks for helping me out here….
Chris takes a pen from the teenager and signs his name onto the napkin. It reads “To the best Subway sub maker in town, from Chris Williams.”
Teenager:
Wow! Thank you so much! Have a great day today, Mr. Williams, and beat Callaway and Ronan for me on tomorrow! I know you’re hungry for your first KoP win!
Williams: You know man, I want nothing more than to pick up that win. Callaway and Ronan are definitely no joke, but I’ve got to pick up my first win somehow. Coming in and losing to Obscene and Parker right off the bat… people are writing me off everywhere. I need to do everything I can to not only pick up the win, but to do it decisively. Thankfully, I’ve got a great tag-team partner in Adam Abel, and we’ve already been able to work together and run off part of UWL a few weeks back. He’s a great competitor, and I’m glad to have him on my side. Honestly, as for Callaway, I really want nothing to do with him anymore. I just want to pick up my win, and leave him be. But I swear, every time I see him at a show, I just make an ass out of myself, calling him out over this whole war.... Honestly, I just want to keep my head down, mouth shut, and let my matches do the talking, which I have every intention of doing this Sunday. Thanks a lot, kid.
Williams smiles and nods his head, as he walks out of the place with his sub. He gets back to his truck and hops in, hungry as all get-out. He unwraps the sub and takes a bite, expecting the usual Steak and Cheese deliciousness, but he is taken aback by a disgusting ingredient….
Williams:
PICKLES?!? Are you kidding me? I didn’t ask for pickles, I hate pickles! Ugh… well, at least it was free.
Chris wraps the sub back up in its paper, and starts up the truck to go to the dry cleaners. Now knowing that he doesn’t have his wallet, he hopes to be able to get at least one suit for the charity dinner tonight….
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15 Minutes Later….
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Williams:
Hi, there should be a few suits ready under the name of “Williams”…. I’m here to pick them up.
The man that looks to be in his low-30’s lights up with enthusiasm behind the counter.
Dry Cleaner Guy:
Ah, Mr. Williams! Of course! Your suits are all cleaned, pressed, and ready for you! I will go retrieve them right away!
The man goes to grab the suits, as Chris waits in front of the counter, wondering what he will say. The man quickly returns, with three different suits that belong to Williams. Chris decides to play dumb this time, acting as if he just realized that he doesn’t have his wallet. After all, it worked at Subway….
Williams:
So how much is this gonna cost me?
Dry Cleaner Guy:
Ah, don’t even worry about that, Mr. Williams! Your money is no good here! I wouldn’t accept your payment, just have a great day!
Chris is surprised and excited about this, but tries to play it cool….
Williams:
Nooooo, I insist, let me pay for it. I wouldn’t feel right otherwise. Really, how much?
Dry Cleaner Guy:
No no no, don’t wor—
Williams:
Alright then, I guess I won’t fight you over it….
As Chris grabs his suits and exits the Dry Cleaners, he faintly hears the man say:
Dry Cleaner Guy:
Win Sunday, you’re awesome!
Chris hangs up his suits in the back seat of his truck, now eager to get home and grab his wallet. He jumps on the highway to head back to his apartment, this side free of traffic, but the other side is still backed up. Happy that he doesn’t have to deal with any more problems, Williams speeds up on his way back. He rolls down his windows, turns up the radio, banging along to the beat on his steering wheel, not a care in the world.
Suddenly, a police car pulls up behind him, the rooflights flashing. Chris quickly checks his speedometer. He’s doing 83 miles per hour, and the speed limit is 70. Screaming profanities, he slows down and pulls over to the side of the highway. He turns off his radio and comes to a stop, the police car following right behind him.
Again, the thought dawns on Chris… he doesn’t have his wallet. That means that he also doesn’t have his license…. As the policeman begins walking toward the car, Williams starts panicking.
Williams:
Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit! Shit shi—Oh, hello officer!
Officer:
Any idea why I pulled you over, sir?
Williams:
Yes sir, I think I know why….
Officer:
Why would that be, then?
Williams:
I was in a hurry to get home, and I didn’t even notice I was speeding until I saw you behind me….
Officer:
Well, had you been doing the speed limit, I wouldn’t have stopped you, and you’d be getting home a lot sooner. License, registration, and proof of insurance, please.
Chris reaches into the glove-box and pulls out his registration and proof of insurance and hands them to the officer, who doesn’t look at Chris, merely gazing around while speaking to him. The officer also looks to be in his mid-thirties, wearing large aviator sunglasses.
Officer:
License please, sir.
Williams:
Look, I uh… I don’t have my license on me, because I left my wallet at home. That’s kinda the reason I was trying to get home quickly….
Officer:
Driving without a license is a pretty major offense, Mr…
The officer looks at the insurance card and realizes who he pulled over.
Officer:
Mr. Williams? Chris Williams? KoP wrestler, Chris Williams?
The officer quickly pulls off his sunglasses and looks right at Williams’ face.
Officer:
Well hell, I didn’t know I pulled over a celebrity! Do you have any idea how big of a deal the KoP is to our little town of Cookeville? You’re a helluva guy, Chris! Givin’ kids everywhere hope to become a big shot like yourself! Whew, can I get your autograph? Just sign here, on my notepad.
Chris is absolutely stunned; he can’t believe that he’s going to get out of this. He signs the officer’s notepad and smiles at him.
Williams:
So you don’t need my license, then?
Officer:
Aw no, I know who you are, you’re on my TV all the time! I’m really glad I met you, man! Tell me one thing though… are we finally gonna see the beginning of “The Williams Era” in the KoP? Are we finally going to have a guy at the top that everybody can look up to? I truly hope you work your way to the top like we’ve all seen you do in other companies, it would mean a lot to all the young children that watch you compete.
Williams:
Well I really hope so, sir. Believe me, I want nothing more than to get a World title, and become a great role model for everyone. I’ll be sure not to let you down. But I really am in a hurry, I’ve got to get to a charity dinner very soon….
Officer:
Oh, absolutely! As soon as I realized it was you, I figured you weren’t just goin’ fast for no reason! I won’t hold you up any longer, buddy! Here’s your proof of insurance and registration back.
Williams:
Oh, thank you office—
Officer:
And here’s your ticket. Make sure you pay that soon, wouldn’t want to arrest ya!
Chris mutters under his breath….
Williams: Karma. That bitch.
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Williams:
Hi, can I get a footlong Steak and Cheese sub on Italian bread please? Throw some tomatoes, lettuce, and mayo on there for me too, please.
Teenager:
Right away, Mr. Williams, sir!
Chris cracks a small smile, now realizing that this teenager has seen him on TV before.
Williams:
So, you watch the KoP, then?
Teenager:
Every Sunday night! And I have tickets to The Knighting in a few weeks! That isn’t something that comes along every day….
Williams:
Sounds like you’ll be having fun, then. You’ll probably get to see a lot of cool stuff….
Teenager:
I sure hope so!
Williams:
Heh, I’ll try not to disappoint you. Although I don’t really know who I’ll actually be up against at the Knighting….
Teenager:
I can’t wait to be there…. Anyway, here is your Steak and Cheese sub, Mr. Williams.
Williams:
Thanks, how much do I owe ya?
Teenager:
It’s $5.30, sir.
As Chris reaches into his pocket, he realizes that he doesn’t have his wallet with him. This could be an issue. He curses under his breath, then looks at the teenager behind the counter.
Williams:
Crap, I don’t have my wallet on me… I left it at home. Here, I can’t pay for this, I’m sorry.
Teenager:
Oh, don’t worry about it. If I can get your autograph on this napkin, we can just call it even! I’ve never gotten your autograph before, this will be great!
Williams:
Really? Just my autograph? I’ve barely been wrestling for a month in KoP…. Alright, I suppose. Thanks for helping me out here….
Chris takes a pen from the teenager and signs his name onto the napkin. It reads “To the best Subway sub maker in town, from Chris Williams.”
Teenager:
Wow! Thank you so much! Have a great day today, Mr. Williams, and beat Callaway and Ronan for me on tomorrow! I know you’re hungry for your first KoP win!
Williams: You know man, I want nothing more than to pick up that win. Callaway and Ronan are definitely no joke, but I’ve got to pick up my first win somehow. Coming in and losing to Obscene and Parker right off the bat… people are writing me off everywhere. I need to do everything I can to not only pick up the win, but to do it decisively. Thankfully, I’ve got a great tag-team partner in Adam Abel, and we’ve already been able to work together and run off part of UWL a few weeks back. He’s a great competitor, and I’m glad to have him on my side. Honestly, as for Callaway, I really want nothing to do with him anymore. I just want to pick up my win, and leave him be. But I swear, every time I see him at a show, I just make an ass out of myself, calling him out over this whole war.... Honestly, I just want to keep my head down, mouth shut, and let my matches do the talking, which I have every intention of doing this Sunday. Thanks a lot, kid.
Williams smiles and nods his head, as he walks out of the place with his sub. He gets back to his truck and hops in, hungry as all get-out. He unwraps the sub and takes a bite, expecting the usual Steak and Cheese deliciousness, but he is taken aback by a disgusting ingredient….
Williams:
PICKLES?!? Are you kidding me? I didn’t ask for pickles, I hate pickles! Ugh… well, at least it was free.
Chris wraps the sub back up in its paper, and starts up the truck to go to the dry cleaners. Now knowing that he doesn’t have his wallet, he hopes to be able to get at least one suit for the charity dinner tonight….
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15 Minutes Later….
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Williams:
Hi, there should be a few suits ready under the name of “Williams”…. I’m here to pick them up.
The man that looks to be in his low-30’s lights up with enthusiasm behind the counter.
Dry Cleaner Guy:
Ah, Mr. Williams! Of course! Your suits are all cleaned, pressed, and ready for you! I will go retrieve them right away!
The man goes to grab the suits, as Chris waits in front of the counter, wondering what he will say. The man quickly returns, with three different suits that belong to Williams. Chris decides to play dumb this time, acting as if he just realized that he doesn’t have his wallet. After all, it worked at Subway….
Williams:
So how much is this gonna cost me?
Dry Cleaner Guy:
Ah, don’t even worry about that, Mr. Williams! Your money is no good here! I wouldn’t accept your payment, just have a great day!
Chris is surprised and excited about this, but tries to play it cool….
Williams:
Nooooo, I insist, let me pay for it. I wouldn’t feel right otherwise. Really, how much?
Dry Cleaner Guy:
No no no, don’t wor—
Williams:
Alright then, I guess I won’t fight you over it….
As Chris grabs his suits and exits the Dry Cleaners, he faintly hears the man say:
Dry Cleaner Guy:
Win Sunday, you’re awesome!
Chris hangs up his suits in the back seat of his truck, now eager to get home and grab his wallet. He jumps on the highway to head back to his apartment, this side free of traffic, but the other side is still backed up. Happy that he doesn’t have to deal with any more problems, Williams speeds up on his way back. He rolls down his windows, turns up the radio, banging along to the beat on his steering wheel, not a care in the world.
Suddenly, a police car pulls up behind him, the rooflights flashing. Chris quickly checks his speedometer. He’s doing 83 miles per hour, and the speed limit is 70. Screaming profanities, he slows down and pulls over to the side of the highway. He turns off his radio and comes to a stop, the police car following right behind him.
Again, the thought dawns on Chris… he doesn’t have his wallet. That means that he also doesn’t have his license…. As the policeman begins walking toward the car, Williams starts panicking.
Williams:
Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit! Shit shi—Oh, hello officer!
Officer:
Any idea why I pulled you over, sir?
Williams:
Yes sir, I think I know why….
Officer:
Why would that be, then?
Williams:
I was in a hurry to get home, and I didn’t even notice I was speeding until I saw you behind me….
Officer:
Well, had you been doing the speed limit, I wouldn’t have stopped you, and you’d be getting home a lot sooner. License, registration, and proof of insurance, please.
Chris reaches into the glove-box and pulls out his registration and proof of insurance and hands them to the officer, who doesn’t look at Chris, merely gazing around while speaking to him. The officer also looks to be in his mid-thirties, wearing large aviator sunglasses.
Officer:
License please, sir.
Williams:
Look, I uh… I don’t have my license on me, because I left my wallet at home. That’s kinda the reason I was trying to get home quickly….
Officer:
Driving without a license is a pretty major offense, Mr…
The officer looks at the insurance card and realizes who he pulled over.
Officer:
Mr. Williams? Chris Williams? KoP wrestler, Chris Williams?
The officer quickly pulls off his sunglasses and looks right at Williams’ face.
Officer:
Well hell, I didn’t know I pulled over a celebrity! Do you have any idea how big of a deal the KoP is to our little town of Cookeville? You’re a helluva guy, Chris! Givin’ kids everywhere hope to become a big shot like yourself! Whew, can I get your autograph? Just sign here, on my notepad.
Chris is absolutely stunned; he can’t believe that he’s going to get out of this. He signs the officer’s notepad and smiles at him.
Williams:
So you don’t need my license, then?
Officer:
Aw no, I know who you are, you’re on my TV all the time! I’m really glad I met you, man! Tell me one thing though… are we finally gonna see the beginning of “The Williams Era” in the KoP? Are we finally going to have a guy at the top that everybody can look up to? I truly hope you work your way to the top like we’ve all seen you do in other companies, it would mean a lot to all the young children that watch you compete.
Williams:
Well I really hope so, sir. Believe me, I want nothing more than to get a World title, and become a great role model for everyone. I’ll be sure not to let you down. But I really am in a hurry, I’ve got to get to a charity dinner very soon….
Officer:
Oh, absolutely! As soon as I realized it was you, I figured you weren’t just goin’ fast for no reason! I won’t hold you up any longer, buddy! Here’s your proof of insurance and registration back.
Williams:
Oh, thank you office—
Officer:
And here’s your ticket. Make sure you pay that soon, wouldn’t want to arrest ya!
Chris mutters under his breath….
Williams: Karma. That bitch.
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