Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2020 4:08:32 GMT -7
“The Storm Before The Calm”
(Off Camera)We find ourselves the night of the last Savage Thursday, where CCM is hosting his post-debut after party. Spirits are both high, and flowing in double shots as the man of the moment, his beautiful but ditzy +1 ChaCha, and the patriarch of Clan Millar are enjoying the good life.
CCM: So hands up who’s submitted a Hall of Famer? Oh right, just m--
He looks puzzled for a moment as WMD raises his hand.
CCM: Really?!
WMD: Yu-huh, it was before your time obviously Ol’ Paddy McCracken Paddy Pies they called him..
CCM: Neverheard of him, was this before Churchill or?
WMD: No you numpty Paddy Pies was an all you can eat Hall of Famer at Wetherspoons in..GRIMSBY.
CCM: ..that’s not even remotely same. I don’t even know what mistake to critique first I mean theres Grimsby for one.
He starts counting them digit by digit.
CCM: ..they can’t do pies to save their lives it’s all just fish and I’m talking about wrestling here so if you’d kindly stop pissing about on my party I’d--
WMD: I DID WRESTLE HIM!
CCM: for what?
WMD: The bloody tartar sauce! And for who paid the bill of course.
CCM: ..of course, you’ve never paid a tab in your life.
WMD: I paid yours! Once, back in 1986, it was an orange tab, you drank it up. Like a champ.
ChaCha, who had been quiet up to this point, piped up.
ChaCha: Grimsby sounds horrible. They should call it Happyby.
CCM: I’m never wrestling in Grimsby Town Hall again. If you don’t impress the crowd, they chuck haddocks at your face. Luckily, no need to worry about that now. We’re in the big time, baby!
WMD: ATLANTA GA!
ChaCha: YAY!
WMD and CCM both look at their honorable and integral interviewer. She shrugs.
ChaCha: I wanted to belong.
WMD: ..AAANYWAY, back on top there kiddo. I’ve never said this to you before but I’m pretty bloody proud of you son.
CCM is in shock, so much so he spit-takes his beer.
CCM: WHAT?! YOU HAVE NEVER ONCE SAID THAT TO ME!
WMD pouring himself more wine nodded solemnly.
WMD: Never, thought you’d get a big head and think you are worth a shite.
CCM: Harsh, no wonder I turned out to be such a prick.
WMD: Which is why I’m not saying it now either..
CCM: ?!?
WMD: Yup, remember that thing I just said?
CCM: About you being proud of me? Sure.
WMD: Didn’t say that, you didn’t earn it.
ChaCha chows down on snacks while CCM is in utter disgust.
CCM: I BEAT A BLOODY HALL OF FAMER, A MULTI-TIME WORLD CHAMPION YOU KNOW! A GUY TWICE MY SIZE..AT LEAST!
WMD: Nope.
CCM: DID TOO! THE REF CALLED THE BELL AND EVERYTHING!
WMD: Nu-uh. You didn’t beat him.
CCM: Who did then?
WMD: Me.
ChaCha: Nmmf, thggs bffstt!
CCM sighs.
CCM: Might wanna finish that mouthful first, sweetie.
ChaCha obliges.
ChaCha: I was just saying... you beat him, not the big man! I saw it on the monitor!
WMD: You can’t trust her, she got turned down for a job at Fox News.
ChaCha: That wasn’t my fault, they said I had too much journalistic integrity to work for them.
She sighed and continued.
ChaCha: Plus there wasn’t a single fox there..flappin’ fake news.
CCM: I’m not sure which part of that statement surprises me least...
He sighs, finishing his glass, before poking the big man.
CCM: Your round.
WMD: WHAT?!
CCM: Chill, I’m still paying. But you’re lugging up your big ass to go get it.
WMD: Oh sure boyo, but you’ll regret this one..
CCM: Whaddya mean old man?
His father gets up surprisingly quick for a guy of his size and age heading over to the bar.
WMD: Say barkeep, you yankee-doode-dimwits got any KARAOKE here? Oh you do do you?!! Well Sunshine, cue up some Bryan Adams and--
The younger version of him puts his face in his hands.
CCM: ..he was right, I am already regretting this.
Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, stroking him.
ChaCha: Cheer up C.C, you won. That’s a good thing now turn that frown upside down and let me give you a big hug?
CCM smiled at his girl, giving her a warm embrace and a kiss.
CCM: Anytime, sweetie. Anytime.