Post by Steven Carter on Aug 6, 2010 9:58:23 GMT -5
Suffering defeat and losing his chance to become the first Kingdom of Pride Valiant Champion of the new era, Steven Watson Carter has been forced to rethink his entire strategy. Maybe the critics are right, maybe he is too self absorbed and overconfident, maybe he is too arrogant and selfish, maybe he is too unexperienced and in self denial of it. Whatever the case may be, for once Steven Watson Carter is even doubting himself. For once Steven Watson Carter is humbling himself, and taking the opinions of others to heart.
That was, of course, until his train of thought was ruined by the obnoxiousness and off the wall antics of one John D. Parker. Our scene opens up to a shot of Steven Watson Carter driving his black two thousand and nine Nissan Altima down a highway, with John Parker in the backseat. John is humming the most annoying of tunes, while Steven tries to ignore it and keep his focus on the road.
Insanity is sure to ensue. Let's take a look.
That was, of course, until his train of thought was ruined by the obnoxiousness and off the wall antics of one John D. Parker. Our scene opens up to a shot of Steven Watson Carter driving his black two thousand and nine Nissan Altima down a highway, with John Parker in the backseat. John is humming the most annoying of tunes, while Steven tries to ignore it and keep his focus on the road.
Insanity is sure to ensue. Let's take a look.
JDP: Hey Steve, where we going again?
SWC: I'm going to pick up my new ring attire, you're going to wait in the car and make sure nobody touches this thing!
JDP: C'mon, can't I come in? I need new ring clothes, too!
SWC: You've wore the same damn thing for the past three weeks in and out of the ring! Why ruin a good thing, mate?
JDP: Why do you insist on talking like a brit, when you know you're not really one? Aren't you from New Amsterdam or something?
His annoying question causes Steven to pick up speed, hoping to get to the store soon.
SWC: Knock it off, please. I talk like a brit, you wear the same clothes twenty four seven. We all have our vices...
JDP: So being a brit is a vice now? I don't think William Regal would like to hear that!
John laughs to himself as Steven sighs and shakes his head. There is about a thirty second silence, something that Steven cherishes. That is until, ironically, he is the one to break with this comment.
SWC: I'm from New York, by the way. Not New Amsterdam.
JDP: New Amsterdam WAS New York, silly! Didn't you ever listen to that They Might Be Giants song?
SWC: ...
John laughs some more, and Steven looks back at the young fool through his rear view mirror and sees him only smiling a very wide smile.
JDP: ;D Hai.
SWC: Oh, Lord...
Twenty minutes pass, and the duo are the still on the road. In this twenty minutes, John has sang the entire debut Lady GaGa album by heart and hand stitched a quilt which reads "Delikado is a Caterpie" on in. What has Steven done? He has drove, and he has prayed tot he Lord Almighty for the strength to not pull over and pummel the poor lad to oblivion. Steven's eyes light up, however, as he notices the exit coming up. The destination is drawing nearer.
SWC: Finally, we're almost there. John, please tell me you remembered the checkbook I gave you? It's black and gold...
JDP: Just like everything else you own? Christ, where is the variety up in here?
SWC: Doesn't matter! Just make sure it's ready when we get there!
JDP: Wait, make sure what's ready?
SWC: The damn checkbook!
JDP: Oh, the one I left on the counter back at the hotel?
Steven slams the breaks, and John flies up and hits the back of the passenger seat. There is a horrible, eery silence for about nineteen and a quarter seconds, before Steven turns around and glares at John dead in the eyes.
SWC: John... are you telling me you forgot the gold and black checkbook that is in my name on the counter of the hotel which we left four hours ago? In the hotel that WE CANNOT RETURN TO BECAUSE WE HAVE A SHOW IN SEVEN HOURS!?
JDP: Relax, man! I got you covered - see, I have money!
John rumages through his pocket and pulls out three ten american dollar bills, two paper clips, a condom wrapper, seven rubber bands, and a one hundred egyptian pound note. Steven looks at the assortment of supplies, and sighs and shakes his head.
SWC: John, why do you have Egyptian currency?
JDP: You never know, Steven. You never know.
Without saying a word, Steven pulls over on the side of the road and parks the car. He gets out of the car, and walks to the passenger side back door and opens it. He motions for John to get out, who does so with pleasure. Steven puts his hand on John's shoulder, and laughs. He just laughs and laughs and laughs. John starts to laugh, too. Hell, it looks like everybody happy now! Hahahahaha!
SWC: Hahahahaha...
JDP: Hahahahaha!!
SWC: ;D
JDP: ;D
SWC:
JDP:
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JDP:
And four hours worth of pented up frustration is unleashed at that very moment when Steven winds up for a strong right hand punch to the ever so fragile jaw of John. John sees that he is in danger and ducks, causing Steven to punch his own car and smash the back passenger side window!
SWC: DAMN IT ALL TO HELL, DAMN IT JOHN! WHY'D YOU MOVE!?
JDP: Clearly because you were going to punch me... jeez.
SWC: I THINK I BROKE MY FREAKIN' HAND!
JDP: Meh, you're just bleeding a lot. I think the window suffered more damage, though.
John walks over to the window and expects the damages. He makes a lot of "mhm" and "I see" noises and motions while Steve's handis bleeding all over the place.
JDP: The good news is, the engine is fine-
SWC: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!
Steven, despite his constant bleeding, grabs John by the neck and proceeds to strangle the poor fella. John manages to get a few words out while being strangled, with only two words getting to Steven.
JDP: CHRIS... HART...
SWC: Huh?
Steven loosens his grip on John's neck, allowing him to breathe and finish his words.
JDP: Don't... lose... focus.... remember, Chris Hart... is who... you should take this... cough cough... aggression... on.
SWC: The hell you mean by all that?
John clears his throat and adjusts his shirt collar before speaking to the large Steven.
JDP: Steven, I might have screwed up with the whole checkbook thing but c'mon, why take this out on me when you have a chance to pulverize someone else because of my actions? Think about it: instead of destroying me, you destroy your opponent in the ring.
Steven stops to think of this surprisingly good idea by John. However, John is not yet finished as he adds more to his thought.
JDP: Also, think about this: Who are you really more annoyed with? Me losing the checkbook, or Chris Hart taking away your rightful championship?
SWC: ...
JDP: Exactly, my friend.
Steven takes a moment or two to think this over, and a grin comes across his face. A grin of epic proportions, I must say. A grin that signifies that this angry young bloke has taken John's stroke of genius to heart, and intends to cash in on it.
SWC: John, why don't you think things like this more often, man? Not only did you save your ass from a near homicide, but you just reminded me what really matters in all this.
JDP: Wait... homicide?
SWC: You're right, the bottom line for all this is that Chris Hart is walking around with my Valiant Championship, and I just won't stand for it. I may be a rookie in this business, but I know what is mine and that belt that he so whorishly wears should be around my waist.
JDP: You weren't really gonna kill me, were you?
SWC: You're not off the hook for the checkbook, but damn you're right when you say I shouldn't be taking this out on you! The only way for us to be seen as a legitimate team and for me to extract my revenge is for us to work together, and destroy the team of the Chris' Hart and Strike.
Steven walks back towards the drivers side, and opens up the door. John looks on in confusion - having just heard that Steven did intend to kill him and now he seems to like him, he is a tad weired out by all this.
JDP: Where are we going now?
SWC: We're going to the arena, John. We're going to drop all of our belongings off, we're going to hit the gym, and then we're going to humble the Valiant Champion and his new friend Chris Strike.
JDP: Can we stop for lunch?
SWC: No.
JDP: Can you at least promise you won't try to kill me again?
SWC: Not a chance.
JDP: Can I sit up front this time?
SWC: It'll only make me want to kill you more.
JDP: Can we listen to the radio this time?
Steven starts the ignition, and turns on the radio without saying a word. We see a smile come across John's face, as Steven simply shakes his head and proceed to drive off.
JDP: You sure you don't wanna stop for lunch?
SWC:
Whether Steven wants to really kill John or not, even he cannot deny that this idea from John was a brilliant one. The self doubt that Steven had will turn into a weapon to take down the Valiant Champion. All the frustration from losing his shot at the Heavyweight Championship will manifest itself into the ultimate demise of one Chris Hart. In other words, Steven is pissed and thanks to John he is now able to channel this pissiness the right way. Steven is no idiot, however. He knows that to defeat the champion, he cannot do what he previously did. Chris is no fool, but neither is Steven. Add John and Strike to the mix, and you have one explosive match - literally of course, if John decides to bring fireworks into the mix.
Fin.
Fin.