Post by Christian Carter on Aug 8, 2013 19:47:56 GMT -5
“It’s been months since I last stepped in to a ring. MPW Army of One. I was thrown over the top and my career went out the window. I had flashbacks, memories of the old days when I would get booed out of arenas. Not for being a heel, for being an inconsiderate prick and a waste of a human body. I let the garbage and emotions thrown at me drive me out of the business. I made a change for the better when I met Jake and we were The Promised Ones. We almost had a World Tag Title run and I held that Sin City Title like it was my child. That was until I lost it and all hope went with it. I was clean, I was fun to be around and I was overall in good spirits. But she was always there. Her face always resided in the back of my head and every time I didn’t want to see it I did. This is why Myra and I didn’t work. She wasn’t.... She wasn’t Shelly. No one was. I let a simple act of friendship get in the way of the love of my life. My love that I lost. And here I am now, at the bottom of a bottle with nothing to show for it. Yeah my name is in the history books but I was never one to live in the past I am one to live in the now. Christian Carter is about the future. A future I once threw away. This is what they call a relapse”
[Christian Carter is on a bar stool with a black hooded jacket. The hood is over his head as his longer hair falls past his eyes. His beard makes him look like he hasn’t bathed in days. He takes another shot of Jack Daniels and shakes the bottle]
Christian Carter: Hey Jerry. Hit me
Bartender Jerry: I think you had enough tonight Chris
Christian Carter: Ahhh come on. One more
Bartender Jerry: Alright one more but that’s it. And I’m calling you a cab.
Christian Carter: A cab? Ha. I live around the block Jerry
[The bartender just shakes his head and puts the shot down. Christian holds it up to his face spilling it a little]
Christian Carter: Cheers Jerry!
[Christian downs it and slams the glass on the table before making a gagging look like hes about to vomit. He fights it back and shakes it off. The door to the bar opens as a man and a woman walk in. The woman is tall with long brown hair. Christian squints and looks over with his blurred vision]
Christian Carter: Oh my god Shelly you came back for me. Shelly! Over here!
[The woman looks confused as to who Christian is and why he’s calling her Shelly]
Christian Carter: Shelly! Come over here sugar tits let daddy buy you a drink!
[The woman’s boyfriend looks over at her and then back at Christian.]
Boyfriend: Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to.
Christian Carter: Shelly... My girlfriend *hiccup
Boyfriend: Well clearly you had one too many. See this is my girl and her name aint Shelly. Stupid Drunk
[Christian gets up off the barstool]
Christian Carter: Stupid Drunk huh? I’ll... I’ll
[Christian turns green before vomiting all over the man. He jumps back but can’t avoid the projectile vomit that spews from Carters mouth and on to his shoes]
Boyfriend: These... Are new Jordans you idiot.... Fuck this!
[The boyfriend goes to swing at Christian who dodges the punch. He dodges another one and laughs]
Christian Carter: Hahahah you don’t want to do this
[The boyfriend punches Christian in the gut and Christian lets out a yelp and doubles over. The guy kicks Carter]
Boyfriend: You wan’t to vomit on my shoes? I’ll rub it all over your face you fucking pathetic loser!
[Christian grabs the guys leg and sweeps him on to the ground and puts him in a figure four leg lock. The bouncers all come over to pull them apart but Christian has the hold on tight]
Boyfriend: Ah get this dirty scum off me!
Christian Carter: How’s that feel now!
[They pull them apart and the guy and his girlfriend leave]
Christian Carter: Yeah! How’s that feel now! By the way you have vomit on your shoes ha ha!
[The guy leaves enraged slightly limping. The bouncers grab Carter]
Bouncer: You’re out of here too
[They throw Christian out the door and he lands on his face. He looks up and the whole scenery spins. His eyes are crossed as he tries to get up and stumbles around. He walks across the street to the liquor store and throws a 20 on the counter. He walks out with a bottle of Jack Daniels and starts swigging it]
Christian Carter: You You You You You... What? What did you say?
[Christian looks next to me as if he’s talking to someone who isn’t there]
Christian Carter: Shelly. I should find Shelly. Where is she
[Christian looks around and stumbles down the curb. Teenagers drive by and throw an egg at him]
Teen: HEY ASSHOLE!
[They hit him on the arm as the egg breaks and Christian looks unphased]
Christian Carter: Shelly why you throw, why you.. Why you throw that at me.
[Christian starts to fade as he sits on a park bench and falls over laying on it. His eyes close]
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[The next morning Christian wakes up as cars are speeding by on the road. He looks up as a pigeon stands on his chest pecking at the dried up spots of egg on his jacket. He shoes the bird off and sits up holding his head. He looks around him and the bottle of Jack is busted open next to him with the alcohol all dried up. He puts his hands in his face and rubs his eyes. He look up and a kid stands in front of him with a camera and another with a microphone that says PWTorch]
Christian Carter: Oh jesus christ cant you guys give me privacy
Alex Lombardi: Christian Carter, did you spend the entire night here?
Christian Carter: I don’t want to answer any of your questions kid. Dirt sheets are for marks.
Alex Lombardi: We aren’t a dirt sheet we are a credited news source. We just want some comments from you.
Christian Carter: If I give you them will you leave me the fuck alone?
Alex Lombardi: Well, yes. Yes we will. We are in town for the MPW show on Sunday and when we ran in to you we felt it was a great opportunity to speak to the returning Christian Carter! Twisted Chaos!
Christian Carter: Twisted Chaos... Ha. Go ahead.
Alex Lombardi: Christian you are teaming with Tyler Axe this week on your re-debut for MPW. You guys will take on Taufik and Emi Yamamoto. Are you ready to make your in ring return?
Christian Carter: I’m sure there will be ring rust like everyone else who takes time away. But ready, sure. Let’s just hope Tyler Axe doesn’t get in my way and I won’t get in his
Alex Lombardi: Great Great... It has been some time since we have seen you and we haven’t noticed any indy shows with your name on it. Did you completely swear off wrestling during your hiatus?
Christian Carter: I didn’t wrestle no but I never stopped thinking about it.
//FLASHBACK://
Thomas Simon:
Bob Herman: Looks like Carter and Myra are discussing something.
[Carter is leaning in, shaking his head. Myra puts both hands on his face and smiles sadly. With a sigh, Carter picks her up and starts to slide her over the top rope to the mats. She lands softly on her butt and waves up at Carter from below.
ELIMINATED: MYRA PWNAGE
Thomas Simon: How sweet was that? Myra gave up her chance for Carter. Now that's true love.
Bob Herman: More like pure stupidity. She probably had a better chance then he did.
[Knight rolls his eyes from behind Carter while he watches his girlfriend leave the arena up the ramp. he walks over, picks up the man and dumps him head first over the top rope. Knight points down at him and laughs.]
BACKSTAGE
[Christian puts his hand over his face and pulls on his hair]
Christian Carter: It was all your fault Myra! ALL YOUR FAULT!
[Myra starts to cry and leaves the locker room slamming the door. Carter throws the lamp against the wall and it shatters. He breathes heavily and opens the mini fridge. He takes out a mini bottle of vodka and opens it]
Alex Lombardi: Christian? Christian? Are you with us Mr. Carter?
Christian Carter: I’m sorry what was the question?
Alex Lombardi: Are you and Ms. Pwnage still together?
Christian Carter: Oh.. Uhh.. No we aren’t. I actually haven’t spoken to her since Army of One. How many more questions do you got I have places to be.
Alex Lombardi: Last one we promise. Christian, when you make your return are you going to try to recapture your Sin City title?
Christian Carter: I was the first person to ever hold that belt so you’re damn right I want it back. But it’s not my first priority. Im going to win this match.. Err... We are going to win this match on Sunday and will move on to the next round until we get to face the Tag Team Champions and take those titles. Whether me and Tyler are on the same page or not I think I can do it all on my own. Are we done here?
Alex Lombardi: Yes... Yes we are done here. Ladies and Gents! Christian Carter of Millennium pro wrestling!
[As Alex is saying his send off, Carter gets up and stumbles away holding his head. He walks in to a deli as the scene fades]
[Christian Carter is on a bar stool with a black hooded jacket. The hood is over his head as his longer hair falls past his eyes. His beard makes him look like he hasn’t bathed in days. He takes another shot of Jack Daniels and shakes the bottle]
Christian Carter: Hey Jerry. Hit me
Bartender Jerry: I think you had enough tonight Chris
Christian Carter: Ahhh come on. One more
Bartender Jerry: Alright one more but that’s it. And I’m calling you a cab.
Christian Carter: A cab? Ha. I live around the block Jerry
[The bartender just shakes his head and puts the shot down. Christian holds it up to his face spilling it a little]
Christian Carter: Cheers Jerry!
[Christian downs it and slams the glass on the table before making a gagging look like hes about to vomit. He fights it back and shakes it off. The door to the bar opens as a man and a woman walk in. The woman is tall with long brown hair. Christian squints and looks over with his blurred vision]
Christian Carter: Oh my god Shelly you came back for me. Shelly! Over here!
[The woman looks confused as to who Christian is and why he’s calling her Shelly]
Christian Carter: Shelly! Come over here sugar tits let daddy buy you a drink!
[The woman’s boyfriend looks over at her and then back at Christian.]
Boyfriend: Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to.
Christian Carter: Shelly... My girlfriend *hiccup
Boyfriend: Well clearly you had one too many. See this is my girl and her name aint Shelly. Stupid Drunk
[Christian gets up off the barstool]
Christian Carter: Stupid Drunk huh? I’ll... I’ll
[Christian turns green before vomiting all over the man. He jumps back but can’t avoid the projectile vomit that spews from Carters mouth and on to his shoes]
Boyfriend: These... Are new Jordans you idiot.... Fuck this!
[The boyfriend goes to swing at Christian who dodges the punch. He dodges another one and laughs]
Christian Carter: Hahahah you don’t want to do this
[The boyfriend punches Christian in the gut and Christian lets out a yelp and doubles over. The guy kicks Carter]
Boyfriend: You wan’t to vomit on my shoes? I’ll rub it all over your face you fucking pathetic loser!
[Christian grabs the guys leg and sweeps him on to the ground and puts him in a figure four leg lock. The bouncers all come over to pull them apart but Christian has the hold on tight]
Boyfriend: Ah get this dirty scum off me!
Christian Carter: How’s that feel now!
[They pull them apart and the guy and his girlfriend leave]
Christian Carter: Yeah! How’s that feel now! By the way you have vomit on your shoes ha ha!
[The guy leaves enraged slightly limping. The bouncers grab Carter]
Bouncer: You’re out of here too
[They throw Christian out the door and he lands on his face. He looks up and the whole scenery spins. His eyes are crossed as he tries to get up and stumbles around. He walks across the street to the liquor store and throws a 20 on the counter. He walks out with a bottle of Jack Daniels and starts swigging it]
Christian Carter: You You You You You... What? What did you say?
[Christian looks next to me as if he’s talking to someone who isn’t there]
Christian Carter: Shelly. I should find Shelly. Where is she
[Christian looks around and stumbles down the curb. Teenagers drive by and throw an egg at him]
Teen: HEY ASSHOLE!
[They hit him on the arm as the egg breaks and Christian looks unphased]
Christian Carter: Shelly why you throw, why you.. Why you throw that at me.
[Christian starts to fade as he sits on a park bench and falls over laying on it. His eyes close]
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[The next morning Christian wakes up as cars are speeding by on the road. He looks up as a pigeon stands on his chest pecking at the dried up spots of egg on his jacket. He shoes the bird off and sits up holding his head. He looks around him and the bottle of Jack is busted open next to him with the alcohol all dried up. He puts his hands in his face and rubs his eyes. He look up and a kid stands in front of him with a camera and another with a microphone that says PWTorch]
Christian Carter: Oh jesus christ cant you guys give me privacy
Alex Lombardi: Christian Carter, did you spend the entire night here?
Christian Carter: I don’t want to answer any of your questions kid. Dirt sheets are for marks.
Alex Lombardi: We aren’t a dirt sheet we are a credited news source. We just want some comments from you.
Christian Carter: If I give you them will you leave me the fuck alone?
Alex Lombardi: Well, yes. Yes we will. We are in town for the MPW show on Sunday and when we ran in to you we felt it was a great opportunity to speak to the returning Christian Carter! Twisted Chaos!
Christian Carter: Twisted Chaos... Ha. Go ahead.
Alex Lombardi: Christian you are teaming with Tyler Axe this week on your re-debut for MPW. You guys will take on Taufik and Emi Yamamoto. Are you ready to make your in ring return?
Christian Carter: I’m sure there will be ring rust like everyone else who takes time away. But ready, sure. Let’s just hope Tyler Axe doesn’t get in my way and I won’t get in his
Alex Lombardi: Great Great... It has been some time since we have seen you and we haven’t noticed any indy shows with your name on it. Did you completely swear off wrestling during your hiatus?
Christian Carter: I didn’t wrestle no but I never stopped thinking about it.
//FLASHBACK://
Thomas Simon:
Bob Herman: Looks like Carter and Myra are discussing something.
[Carter is leaning in, shaking his head. Myra puts both hands on his face and smiles sadly. With a sigh, Carter picks her up and starts to slide her over the top rope to the mats. She lands softly on her butt and waves up at Carter from below.
ELIMINATED: MYRA PWNAGE
Thomas Simon: How sweet was that? Myra gave up her chance for Carter. Now that's true love.
Bob Herman: More like pure stupidity. She probably had a better chance then he did.
[Knight rolls his eyes from behind Carter while he watches his girlfriend leave the arena up the ramp. he walks over, picks up the man and dumps him head first over the top rope. Knight points down at him and laughs.]
BACKSTAGE
[Christian puts his hand over his face and pulls on his hair]
Christian Carter: It was all your fault Myra! ALL YOUR FAULT!
[Myra starts to cry and leaves the locker room slamming the door. Carter throws the lamp against the wall and it shatters. He breathes heavily and opens the mini fridge. He takes out a mini bottle of vodka and opens it]
Alex Lombardi: Christian? Christian? Are you with us Mr. Carter?
Christian Carter: I’m sorry what was the question?
Alex Lombardi: Are you and Ms. Pwnage still together?
Christian Carter: Oh.. Uhh.. No we aren’t. I actually haven’t spoken to her since Army of One. How many more questions do you got I have places to be.
Alex Lombardi: Last one we promise. Christian, when you make your return are you going to try to recapture your Sin City title?
Christian Carter: I was the first person to ever hold that belt so you’re damn right I want it back. But it’s not my first priority. Im going to win this match.. Err... We are going to win this match on Sunday and will move on to the next round until we get to face the Tag Team Champions and take those titles. Whether me and Tyler are on the same page or not I think I can do it all on my own. Are we done here?
Alex Lombardi: Yes... Yes we are done here. Ladies and Gents! Christian Carter of Millennium pro wrestling!
[As Alex is saying his send off, Carter gets up and stumbles away holding his head. He walks in to a deli as the scene fades]
