Post by "Perfection" Evan Cartwright on Jan 18, 2006 3:50:14 GMT -5
-=Thoughts of slight boredom infiltrate Evan’s rather focused and determined mind this day. Too many days between now and Joker’s Wild, where destiny will lead him to Maniac vs. Cartwright part three—winner take all. Maniac disgusted Evan not simply because of his superiority complex, but because he is no different from every other pretender out there. They pretend to be crazy and unpredictable, unreadable and impenetrable, godlike and omniscient. They each bring their own pathetic brand of speak to proclaim these traits in themselves via their promos, and Maniac’s just happened to be preceded by Hallmark Moment’s presents: Maniac and Nichole Love-Happy-Sunshine Hour. It’s cool and all if Maniac watches soap operas and love stories, but it’s not something one would be wise to advertise or emulate. But alas, Maniac, the Lord of the Ringers, the King of Kinks, cares not what others think of him and his little world of non-irritation—a world where nothing can make him angry. Ah, it looks like his horse is about to win its four-thousandth straight race. Too bad—racing seems to have lost its thrill. Why has his favorite pastime lost its thrill?=-
[In West Edmonton Mall late evening upon us and we find Evan Cartwright walking alone on the 2nd floor level, decked out in a leisure suit and matching fedora. A bag from Banana Republic dangles between the fingers in his left hand as his right hand answers his cell phone.]
Evan: Sell.
[He promptly snaps his phone shut and turns his eye toward the Orange Julius in the distance. Being a fiend for the frothy orange drink, Evan gives in to his craving and buys a large. Turning, he is face to face with Megan Adams of the Edmonton Sun, who seems to be doing a bit of shopping herself.]
Megan: Do I know you? Yes, I do. You’re Evan Cartwright.
Evan: Nice to meet you to, Ms. Adams.
Megan: Miss… it’s actually, uh, Miss Adams.
Evan: Lovely. If you’ll excuse me…
Megan: I was hoping to get an interview with you sometime, if you’re interested.
Evan: That would be just fine. You can call my manager and set that up for whenever is most convenient for both of us.
Megan (slightly disappointed): Oh, ok, that works too. We’ll be in touch.
[Megan walks away without taking her eyes off of Cartwright for as long as possible. Evan cracks a half-smile and continues on his way like an oblivious fool. In his head, he was already formulating a game plan for “Miss” Adams.]
Evan: Monday will be here sooner than I may realize. But don’t worry; I’ve foregone my procrastinating ways for good. I will not wait until the last minute. My first PPV in NAPW, and it’s time to take the series 2-1. Maniac will not even realize what hit him. He may claim to be unreadable, but in reality… I can read your mind. You are not as crazy as you would like everyone to think. Disgusting, perverted, and putrid, maybe, but not so much crazy; more like disturbed and disenfranchised you be. All you had to do was give me a little bit of space, and I decided the outcome of that match. As a wise man once said, “Give me enough leverage, and I can move the world.”
[Suddenly, on the ground level below where Evan stands, a loud splash and inaudible yelling is heard. Evan turns his attention below and sees his stable mate, “Stylin” Kyle Roberts, in the mall fountain. Evan then notices the back of the perpetrator walking away from the scene and makes note of the cast on his hand.]
Roberts: Water’s fine, ladies, care to join me?
[Evan shakes his head and chuckles under his breath as he continues walking towards the escalator while taking a drink of his Orange Juluis. Fade to a commercial for Brion’s Pet Stuffing and Mounting. Also coming soon, Grandparents Forever!]
[In West Edmonton Mall late evening upon us and we find Evan Cartwright walking alone on the 2nd floor level, decked out in a leisure suit and matching fedora. A bag from Banana Republic dangles between the fingers in his left hand as his right hand answers his cell phone.]
Evan: Sell.
[He promptly snaps his phone shut and turns his eye toward the Orange Julius in the distance. Being a fiend for the frothy orange drink, Evan gives in to his craving and buys a large. Turning, he is face to face with Megan Adams of the Edmonton Sun, who seems to be doing a bit of shopping herself.]
Megan: Do I know you? Yes, I do. You’re Evan Cartwright.
Evan: Nice to meet you to, Ms. Adams.
Megan: Miss… it’s actually, uh, Miss Adams.
Evan: Lovely. If you’ll excuse me…
Megan: I was hoping to get an interview with you sometime, if you’re interested.
Evan: That would be just fine. You can call my manager and set that up for whenever is most convenient for both of us.
Megan (slightly disappointed): Oh, ok, that works too. We’ll be in touch.
[Megan walks away without taking her eyes off of Cartwright for as long as possible. Evan cracks a half-smile and continues on his way like an oblivious fool. In his head, he was already formulating a game plan for “Miss” Adams.]
Evan: Monday will be here sooner than I may realize. But don’t worry; I’ve foregone my procrastinating ways for good. I will not wait until the last minute. My first PPV in NAPW, and it’s time to take the series 2-1. Maniac will not even realize what hit him. He may claim to be unreadable, but in reality… I can read your mind. You are not as crazy as you would like everyone to think. Disgusting, perverted, and putrid, maybe, but not so much crazy; more like disturbed and disenfranchised you be. All you had to do was give me a little bit of space, and I decided the outcome of that match. As a wise man once said, “Give me enough leverage, and I can move the world.”
[Suddenly, on the ground level below where Evan stands, a loud splash and inaudible yelling is heard. Evan turns his attention below and sees his stable mate, “Stylin” Kyle Roberts, in the mall fountain. Evan then notices the back of the perpetrator walking away from the scene and makes note of the cast on his hand.]
Roberts: Water’s fine, ladies, care to join me?
[Evan shakes his head and chuckles under his breath as he continues walking towards the escalator while taking a drink of his Orange Juluis. Fade to a commercial for Brion’s Pet Stuffing and Mounting. Also coming soon, Grandparents Forever!]