Post by "Perfection" Evan Cartwright on Jan 3, 2006 5:36:10 GMT -5
-=Arriving in Edmonton, Evan notices that he is the only black face in sight. Sure, most of the ruddy-faced white folk were generally kind and were most likely genuinely good people, but he could detect the sinister loathing and stifled hate in the eyes of some. Heh, if they only knew what a coconut Evan Cartwright really was. Not that he wasn't proud of his African-American heritage and all the bittersweet history attached to it, but deep down, he is what some refer to as a "house n*gga." Evan didn't care for that kind of talk, just because he liked to read and learn and tried his best to be a man of culture and aspiration as opposed to a degenerate with a forty of Mickey's in hand, he was considered a sell-out to the man. Evan didn't care again, because he knows who he is, and he refuses to be anything but what he know feels right. It was pretty funny the one time he was asked by his friends why he never dated any black girls. Evan's respone? "They're too loud." Random thoughts like these permeate Evan's consciousness as he arrives in his newly purchased pad, mere hours before MNF is set to begin.=-
[The place is bare, non-descript, and rather depressing. Evan enters and drops his bags on the floor, listening to the resonating thud that reverberates across the wood floor. A lone folding chair stands in the opposite corner of the room, which Evan grabs and sits facing the back of the seat. He stares at the wall and glances at the snow-lined streets outside.]
Evan: Punishment.
[Getting to his feet, Evan grabs at an exposed pipe hanging above his head a begins doing pull-ups, being careful not to hit his head. He lets go once he hears the wood creak and the metal groan and drops down with a hop.]
Evan: This place is falling apart. I'll have to see about getting something a little less...
~We'll be needing your assistance tonight during the tag title match. This is your chance to make an impactful pressance and help us consolidate the gold. This cash advance should do you some good, and ask Lou, the driver, if you need any specific "company" from the local ladies. We shall talk more backstage in a few hours.
-Terry~
Lou: Where to, pal? Strip bar? Massage Parlor? Gym?
Evan: Take me to the river.
Lou: Huh? You kidding me?
Evan: Not at all, Lou, not at all. The nearest one.
[Evan drops a c-note next to Lou and flips through the stack of American bills in the envelope. Taking Terry Brandon up on his offer was quite the lucrative move indeed.]
Evan: If my fortune is to remain in tact, I'll be needing to see what kind of river I'm dealing with here.
Lou: Whatever you say, Mac.
[Fade to a commerical for Brion's Monkey, Midget, and Goat Farm, proudly serving Edmonton for over 33 years!]
[The place is bare, non-descript, and rather depressing. Evan enters and drops his bags on the floor, listening to the resonating thud that reverberates across the wood floor. A lone folding chair stands in the opposite corner of the room, which Evan grabs and sits facing the back of the seat. He stares at the wall and glances at the snow-lined streets outside.]
Evan: Punishment.
[Getting to his feet, Evan grabs at an exposed pipe hanging above his head a begins doing pull-ups, being careful not to hit his head. He lets go once he hears the wood creak and the metal groan and drops down with a hop.]
Evan: This place is falling apart. I'll have to see about getting something a little less...
~We'll be needing your assistance tonight during the tag title match. This is your chance to make an impactful pressance and help us consolidate the gold. This cash advance should do you some good, and ask Lou, the driver, if you need any specific "company" from the local ladies. We shall talk more backstage in a few hours.
-Terry~
Lou: Where to, pal? Strip bar? Massage Parlor? Gym?
Evan: Take me to the river.
Lou: Huh? You kidding me?
Evan: Not at all, Lou, not at all. The nearest one.
[Evan drops a c-note next to Lou and flips through the stack of American bills in the envelope. Taking Terry Brandon up on his offer was quite the lucrative move indeed.]
Evan: If my fortune is to remain in tact, I'll be needing to see what kind of river I'm dealing with here.
Lou: Whatever you say, Mac.
[Fade to a commerical for Brion's Monkey, Midget, and Goat Farm, proudly serving Edmonton for over 33 years!]