Post by Steven Carter on Jul 14, 2010 20:42:45 GMT -5
It's a very beautiful - though, windy - day in the city of London, England. We see the Fortunate One himself, Steven Watson Carter, sitting outside of a cafe sipping tea and reading a newspaper. He is wearing black dress pants, a white dress shirt, a black tie, and one fancy lookin' watch. He flips through the pages of the newspaper, taking breaks to sip his tea, before looking up towards the camera. He gives off a smug smile, before looking back down towards his newspaper. He laughs to himself, and looks back towards the camera.
SWC: "A local man is arrested for stealing jewels and various other valuables from the crypt of a wealthy family." Seems to me in the midst of all the child abuse, all the murders, and all the car jacking, a good old fashion jewel heist will just pop up and surprise you by making headlines. People say that due to increase in security and technology, such traditional crimes have become a thing of the past. Heh... "This man admitted to stealing from various other crypts, including one in Northern France. He admitted to have been doing this for over four years."
SWC folds the newspaper back up, and moves it off the table. A napkin that was placed on his lap is picked up, and placed on the table. He holds on to the napkin to save it from the wind, while the newspaper is seen flying away to the dismay of patrons at various other tables outside of the cafe. Littering, how disrespectful.
SWC: My name is Steven Watson Carter, and I am not from this lovely town nor country. You see, I am a native of Brooklyn in the United States. I've relocated here just last Fall, when my grandmother - God rest her soul - kicked the bucket, and left me a "generous" amount of money. I managed to make it out of Brooklyn, something my family has tried to do for generations, and make a name for myself. I became the hottest free agent on the European market for mixed martial arts. I was the hottest free agent on the European market for boxing. I was the hottest free agent on the European market for weight lifting! And now, I'm the hottest free agent on the market for professional wrestling. Now, I've always loved professional wrestling - but, these days, things seem a little too "flashy" for me.
He lets go of the napkin, and watches it fly as it is caught in a breeze.
SWC: These days, people focus too much on using flashy moves and colorful gimmicks to get by. These days, people try to catch the attention of the audience and their peers by doing outrageous stunts off of twenty foot ladders, or by slamming people through glass tables or onto thumbtacks. People have forgotten what this sport is really all about - winning, and raising your own stock value. Now, when you're me, and your stock is already pretty damn high, you need not worry too much about all this - however, adding more money to my own bank account and making myself more profitable will never hurt me in the long run.
He puts twenty pound note on the table and places his tea cup over it. He rises to his feet, and walks off out of the cafe and into the street. The camera follows him as he proceeds down the into the hustle and bustly of the city.
SWC: While I am turned off by this "flashiness", I understand why some people need to utilise it. Some people just cannot rely on their own talent, due to their own lack of it. Some people need to hide their own flaws by taking up the barbed wire baseball bat and lighting in on fire. Some people need to make themselves larger than life by diving off a fifteen foot high steel cage onto a electrified table surrounded by malnurished, pissed off sharks. The bottom line is, when you don't have any real talent... you gotta do something else to get by. Luckily for me, I have more talent in my little finger than most do in their entire bodies. I have no need for such shenanigans, all I need are two things...
He raises his fists, and shows them to the camera.
SWC: The hottest MMA, boxing, and professional wrestling free agent has no need for weapons and flashy acts of stupidity. All I need are my fists, and the fact that I am the next breakout star in this business. Some need tables, ladders, and chairs. Some need thumbtacks, two by fours, and canes. Hell, some bastards need railroad spikes and bleach. Not me. I just need two things, and these two things will get me to the top here in Kingdom of Pride.
The camera follows him to a nearby park, where he proceeds to sit on a bench. He stretches his arm out over the back of the bench, as he continues to talk to the camera.
SWC: You all might think I'm a little cliche, or maybe a little too old school. I know my opponent might by thinking that I'm wrong about modern day professional wrestling, since he's been involved with many of these numbskulls I talk of for the past two years. One thing I want you all to remember - this means you too, Dusty. Remember that news article I read to you at the beginning?
He chuckles to himself, before continuing.
SWC: That man has stolen from crypts worldwide for the past four years, something that many thought would be a thing of the past. An old fashioned jewel heist eluded officers of the law for years, as this man became richer and richer as the days gone by. Such an old school, almost cliche crime made this man wealthier than most for four years. He almost beat the system, but he lost his groove and got caught in the end.
Friends, Dusty, I prefer old school because I prefer to win. I don't give a damn about the fans, I don't give a damn about entertaining them, and I sure as hell don't give a damn about making them fall in love with me. Dusty, unlike you, I have no morals. I will do whatever it takes - and more - to become top dog in this young company. I will use my brawn and my wealth to become the best and make an impact, no matter who I must go through. It might be the legendary Chris Hart somewhere down the road, or it may even be the man himself, Josh Eagles. For now, Dusty, I am against you - and you, my friend, will find out first hand why it is better to be old school than cool. You, my friend, will be the first of many victims of the Fortunate One, Steven Watson Carter. You, my friend, will have your faith shattered, as well as every bone in your body.
He rises to his feet, and looks into the camera.
SWC: I'm a ruthless man, Dusty. Hell, I'd almost call myself evil. May your God have mercy on your soul, Dusty. Because... well, the Fortunate One, will not.
He walks off camera, as the following flashes across the screen...
SWC: "A local man is arrested for stealing jewels and various other valuables from the crypt of a wealthy family." Seems to me in the midst of all the child abuse, all the murders, and all the car jacking, a good old fashion jewel heist will just pop up and surprise you by making headlines. People say that due to increase in security and technology, such traditional crimes have become a thing of the past. Heh... "This man admitted to stealing from various other crypts, including one in Northern France. He admitted to have been doing this for over four years."
SWC folds the newspaper back up, and moves it off the table. A napkin that was placed on his lap is picked up, and placed on the table. He holds on to the napkin to save it from the wind, while the newspaper is seen flying away to the dismay of patrons at various other tables outside of the cafe. Littering, how disrespectful.
SWC: My name is Steven Watson Carter, and I am not from this lovely town nor country. You see, I am a native of Brooklyn in the United States. I've relocated here just last Fall, when my grandmother - God rest her soul - kicked the bucket, and left me a "generous" amount of money. I managed to make it out of Brooklyn, something my family has tried to do for generations, and make a name for myself. I became the hottest free agent on the European market for mixed martial arts. I was the hottest free agent on the European market for boxing. I was the hottest free agent on the European market for weight lifting! And now, I'm the hottest free agent on the market for professional wrestling. Now, I've always loved professional wrestling - but, these days, things seem a little too "flashy" for me.
He lets go of the napkin, and watches it fly as it is caught in a breeze.
SWC: These days, people focus too much on using flashy moves and colorful gimmicks to get by. These days, people try to catch the attention of the audience and their peers by doing outrageous stunts off of twenty foot ladders, or by slamming people through glass tables or onto thumbtacks. People have forgotten what this sport is really all about - winning, and raising your own stock value. Now, when you're me, and your stock is already pretty damn high, you need not worry too much about all this - however, adding more money to my own bank account and making myself more profitable will never hurt me in the long run.
He puts twenty pound note on the table and places his tea cup over it. He rises to his feet, and walks off out of the cafe and into the street. The camera follows him as he proceeds down the into the hustle and bustly of the city.
SWC: While I am turned off by this "flashiness", I understand why some people need to utilise it. Some people just cannot rely on their own talent, due to their own lack of it. Some people need to hide their own flaws by taking up the barbed wire baseball bat and lighting in on fire. Some people need to make themselves larger than life by diving off a fifteen foot high steel cage onto a electrified table surrounded by malnurished, pissed off sharks. The bottom line is, when you don't have any real talent... you gotta do something else to get by. Luckily for me, I have more talent in my little finger than most do in their entire bodies. I have no need for such shenanigans, all I need are two things...
He raises his fists, and shows them to the camera.
SWC: The hottest MMA, boxing, and professional wrestling free agent has no need for weapons and flashy acts of stupidity. All I need are my fists, and the fact that I am the next breakout star in this business. Some need tables, ladders, and chairs. Some need thumbtacks, two by fours, and canes. Hell, some bastards need railroad spikes and bleach. Not me. I just need two things, and these two things will get me to the top here in Kingdom of Pride.
The camera follows him to a nearby park, where he proceeds to sit on a bench. He stretches his arm out over the back of the bench, as he continues to talk to the camera.
SWC: You all might think I'm a little cliche, or maybe a little too old school. I know my opponent might by thinking that I'm wrong about modern day professional wrestling, since he's been involved with many of these numbskulls I talk of for the past two years. One thing I want you all to remember - this means you too, Dusty. Remember that news article I read to you at the beginning?
He chuckles to himself, before continuing.
SWC: That man has stolen from crypts worldwide for the past four years, something that many thought would be a thing of the past. An old fashioned jewel heist eluded officers of the law for years, as this man became richer and richer as the days gone by. Such an old school, almost cliche crime made this man wealthier than most for four years. He almost beat the system, but he lost his groove and got caught in the end.
Friends, Dusty, I prefer old school because I prefer to win. I don't give a damn about the fans, I don't give a damn about entertaining them, and I sure as hell don't give a damn about making them fall in love with me. Dusty, unlike you, I have no morals. I will do whatever it takes - and more - to become top dog in this young company. I will use my brawn and my wealth to become the best and make an impact, no matter who I must go through. It might be the legendary Chris Hart somewhere down the road, or it may even be the man himself, Josh Eagles. For now, Dusty, I am against you - and you, my friend, will find out first hand why it is better to be old school than cool. You, my friend, will be the first of many victims of the Fortunate One, Steven Watson Carter. You, my friend, will have your faith shattered, as well as every bone in your body.
He rises to his feet, and looks into the camera.
SWC: I'm a ruthless man, Dusty. Hell, I'd almost call myself evil. May your God have mercy on your soul, Dusty. Because... well, the Fortunate One, will not.
He walks off camera, as the following flashes across the screen...
Steve Watson Carter
The Fortunate One
Be Prepared
The Fortunate One
Be Prepared