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Stan Stevens: Workout academy
Topic Started: Jun 30 2007, 04:52 AM (50 Views)
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Stan: ATTENNNNNSHUN!

Stan stands alone in the shot, an army helmet on his head, dark, thick sunglasses over his eyes, and his chin tuck out further than any boxer. Truly an image even Sgt. Slaughter would be proud of, if only it weren't Stan "The Man" Stevens doing it. Taking a step forward, it becomes clear that Stan is wearing combats as they make a mighty thud when he stamps down hard. For a brief moment, Stan's expression flinches but quickly goes back to his determined drill sergeant "killbot" mode. Moving his body forward a little, Stan comes face to...chest with Crackerjack. Stan's head stays put as he whips off his sunglasses and looks up at Crackerjack. Suddenly, the scene seems to skip forward when Stan is suddenly eye to eye with Crackerjack. Stan again whips off his glasses, which he might've forgotten he had already removed, and takes a deep breath letting his excess air come into contact with Crackerjack's face.

Stan: Where you from you maggot eating cheeseburger?

It's plainly obvious that Crackerjack is giving Stan the kind of look that any alien would give their target. Just trying to find out if this person is for real. Stan takes another deep breath waiting for the answer and finally gets one as Crackerjack calls out, his tone more serious and "I'm gonna kick your ass if you do that again"-ish.

Crackerjack: From the deepest recesses of your mind.

Like working from some script, Stan quickly yells out his pre planned, and rehearsed, response.

Stan: Well only two things come from there, boy. Steers and queers. And I don't see no antlers growing from that head of yours.

He remains silent for a moment. As he does, Crackerjack ponders just what he heard for a moment. Stan just stands there glaring a hole through his "trainee". Finally, Crackerjack can't stand it any longer and has to ask. His tone shows all respects of confusion as he tries to figure this all out.

Crackerjack: Wait...so in the back of your mind are--

Stan: Push ups!

Stan, sensing the tide of the conversation quickly becoming a tsunami with him in its destructive path, resorts to the first thing that comes to mind. That thing, luckily, turns out to be push ups. Stan's lip quivers a couple of times as a lone bead of sweat drips down his chubby cheek and down his unstiffened jaw. Suddenly, with a step back, Stan becomes a foot shorter. After a loud metallic crash heard by some metallic scraping, the camera lowers itself to show the point of a step ladder in the corner and Stan pointing to the ground. Crackerjack goes down shaking his head all the way.

Stan: Now give me fifty!

Crackerjack: Push ups?

Stan: No, dollars!

Crackerjack again shakes his head and starts performing the push ups as theough they are something he does every day. After the third one, Stan looks down at him puzzled.

Stan: No, seriously. I've still got cab fare to pay.

Crackerjack looks up at him astonished as Stan holds out his palm as if really expecting the taller, stronger individual to give him the money. Still in a state of shock and disbelief, Crackerjack moves into a seated position and reaches into his pocket. For some reason, Crackerjack does indeed have fifty dollars, and then some. Handing the crumpled bill to his "mentor", Crackerjack watches as Stan starts towards the door in a hurried rush. Now it's Crackerjacks turn to take the deep breath as Chester materializes on a chair not too far away.

Chester: Oh for the love of god let me hit him.

Crackerjack just shakes his head and rests his palms against the hard concrete floor just behind his back. Taking this moment of peace, Crackerjack looks up at the rafters.

Crackerjack: I can't believe I'm finally getting my return shot. And this early. I know this is some gimmick show and my possible win might be overshadowed by something bigger, but this is my deserved shot. I proved to the world I could hack it. It's funny though. To actually care about this when just a few months ago a match like this I would've fought just to get out of. I guess people do change.

Crackerjack goes silent for a moment as Chester just watches him in disbelief. It's just like he said, people do change and Crackerjack surely has. For the better? Or more for the worse? That's something at this time that Chester has no clue about. For all his cocky speeches, all those jokes about Crackerjack, Chester is speechless. Words escape him faster than fans leaving a Stan Stevens match.

Crackerjack: Oh...

This sudden intrusion on Chesters' own peace and quiet from the big man brings him to full alert. It wasn't something he was expecting.

Crackerjack: Don't hit him. Even if you could. I can tell he's got his reasons for going through with this. The guy is a total doofus, but he seems capable. We'll see where he goes with this.

Stan: We're going to a strip club!

Stan shouts that from across the empty gym. It's hard to tell if he heard the comments left about him from Crackerjack, but he seems full smiles as he makes his way back to his protegé.

Crackerjack: What?

Stan: Yea. C'mon. The taxi driver told me there's this great place just down the street. We'll race there! Onetwothree go!

Stan seems giddy as he hops and turns around to start another quick jog. Crackerjack rises from the ground and looks over towards Chester.

Crackerjack: One shot. Make it hard and to his head.

Chester smiles as both he and Crackerjack leave to follow The Man. Though which is making Chester more happy? It's really hard to tell at this point.
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