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Location: Houston, Texas: Houston Livestock Show & Rodeo
Date: March 15, 2023
The scene opens up to a brisk and sunny day with endless screaming and laughing filling the air…..what’s that smell?
SNIFF.
It smells like…..hamburgers.
SNIFF.
It also smells like corndogs.
S-N-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-F.
Yep, that is definitely manure
That can only mean one thing in Texas and that is Rodeo Season.
That is right ladies and gentlemen, the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo is in full swing and we have people of all ages and races waiting in endless lines for either food or to see the animals.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The sound of a roller coaster jetting by is heard with screams quickly fading into the background. More screams are heard from other rides like the couple bungee jump as it slingshots into the stratosphere and the Dungeon Drop like ride as it drops down before coming to a screeching halt before ascending upward once more. However, off in the distance, amongst the sea of people waiting inline for food sits an individual all by his lonesome enjoying a tasty burger. That individual happens to be the Demi-God of HOW and if you weren’t looking hard enough you might have missed him because he is wearing western wear and he is not normally seen wearing it. Stevens is wearing blue jeans with a black belt and a giant golden belt buckle that would make any combat sport championship envious. He is wearing black, full quilled ostrich boots with “Demi-God” embroidered on them in 97 Red. He is wearing a red and white plaid button up shirt with a bolo tie. A black vest wraps around him like a bear hug as it has a golden badge attached to the left side of it like a sheriff’s badge and his attire is topped with a black Stetson hat and some ZZ Top-esque cheap sunglasses.
“That’s a damn good burger.”
Scott says to himself as he takes another bite of his delicious Trill Burger. If you don’t know what a Trill Burger is, it is a hamburger concocted by Houston rapper, Bun B of the group UGK, and it consists of two beef patties, cheese, pickles, caramelized onions, and Trill sauce. The burger is so good it was named best burger in America by Good Morning America. Stevens engulfs the burger because after waiting twenty minutes in line and paying twenty dollars for the food it had lived up to the hype he was starving and wasn’t going to let his burger get cold. As Scott finishes his meal, he hears the dreaded words no one wants to hear at the rodeo carnival……
“We’re out of tickets.”
A feminine voice informs Scott as he turns around and sees his wife and three kids standing there along with other members of the Stevens family. His kids are wearing typical western wear for kids while his wife, Lisa, is wearing brown boots, Daisy Duke jean shorts with a white, fringe trim, halter crop top and a black hat.
“What do you mean you are out of tickets?”
Scott asks as he has a confused look on his face.
“I just spent two hundred dollars on tickets. How are they gone so fast?”
Scott demands an answer and his wife sighs.
“Well, everything is about fifteen tickets per person plus you have them that are mooching off of your kids’ tickets as well.”
Lisa informs her husband as she points towards The Stevens Dynasty. Scott looks towards his father, brothers, and cousin who all look away like they can’t be seen, but even at the rodeo they still stick out like a sore thumb. Cary Stevens is wearing a gold suit and a golden cowboy hat. George looks like Hoss from Bonanza. Bo looks like a cow as he is wearing white jeans with a white and black spotted button up and a white and black spotted hat. Ricky looks like Marilyn Manson as he has black everything including his nails, lips, eyes.
“You seriously going to steal tickets from my kids when you four are grown ass men and you can pay for your own tickets.”
Scott tells his family and cousin Bo looks confused.
“But uncle Cary said everything was on you since you invited all of us to the carnival and Kenny Chesney concert later.”
Bo tells his cousin who lets out a sigh.
“Fine.”
Scott replies with great disdain in his tone.
“I’ll pay for everything, this time, but next time you’re cheap asses are paying for you own or you are staying home.”
Stevens informs his family as he reaches into his back pocket and produces a brown leather wallet and opens it up to produce a black credit card that he hands to his wife.
“Good thing for that bonus or I’d be bankrupt at this fucking thing.”
Scott says to himself as he puts his wallet away and he sits back down at the table.
Location: Chicago, Illinois: Stevens Apartment
Date: March 16, 2023
As the scene opens up we look down a long hallway and at the end of that hallway is an elevator. The sound of an elevator moving up and down between floors is heard before it slowly begins to descend its acceleration until to makes the usual sound to signify that it has come to a complete stop.
DING!
As the doors open, Scott Stevens steps out of the elevator wearing 97 Red colored HOW officially licensed basketball shorts and a University of Houston t-shirt because it’s March Madness season that is soaked with sweat. Stevens removes the towel from his shoulder and begins to wipe his face, neck, and arms to remove the excess sweat dripping from his body. Once done, Stevens puts the towel over his shoulder and begins to walk down the hallway once more.
It has been an eventful week so far for the Demi-God of HOW. After March to Glory, Stevens flew home to rest and the next day began his training with his family and promoting his upcoming match against Stronk on this weekend’s Chaos. Scott took a day off from training and promoting yesterday to spend time with the family as they went to the rodeo to see Kenny Chesney in concert and spend hundreds, if not thousands of dollars on the carnival on food, tickets, and souvenirs. After the concert, he took the redeye back to Chicago to once again prepare for Sunday. Today, the Demi-God woke up bright and early at five in the morning to get in some training at Ten-X before doing morning and early afternoon radio with the usual local stations in the Windy City. Now, he’s headed to his apartment after putting in a workout in the apartment’s gym facility.
At March to Glory I was disappointed I didn’t walk out as the new HOTv champion, but it was a bittersweet ending because he helped ensure that Joe Bergman wasn’t the champion any longer. For close to a year, I have helped ensured the House of Best remained at the top starting at War Games last year when I answered the call of help from Lee Best. Since then, I have remained a loyal soldier that never questioned GOD’s decisions and never wavered when blasphemers like Jace Parker Davidson, Dan Ryan, Christopher America, and the Lord Commander of the EVIL EMPIRE himself, Joe Bergman, said that my GOD didn’t care about me because he never acknowledge my loyalty verbally.
They say actions speak louder than words and Lee’s action should’ve said enough to all the non-believers as HE was the one who flew me out to the Ukraine and resigned me to HOW. I helped the Final Alliance put the nail in the coffin of the Highwaymen when I made sure Steve Solex and Joe Bergman didn’t capture the LSD championship or the HOTv Tag championships with Jace. GOD decreed that the Highwaymen had to be stopped and after ICONIC the Highwaymen were no more. I proved my loyalty once more when HIS Final Alliance was starting to waver against the EVIL influence of Lord Halitosis by sending a message to Bergman after his sneak attacks. I also motivated his troops when I and the EVIL one defeated them on Chaos. I did my fucking job like I was supposed to and along with a newly motivated Dan Ryan and Jatt Starr we overcame the EVIL of Ordinary and a new champion was crowned.
With War Games announced to have three teams and two captains having already been named with a third being named tonight on the HOR I knew I would be named the third for my unwavering loyalty for close to a year, and all doubters would be silenced for good.
The sound of keys jiggling is heard as the Texan fumbles around until he finds the right key and places it into the keyhole to unlock his door. Stevens turns the handle and pushes the door open and follows inside. Scott throws the sweat towel onto the couch as he takes a seat and opens up his laptop. He begins to push some keys and brings up the latest HOR that was broadcasted thirty minutes ago and listens back.
Thirty-two minutes later…………….
Stevens slams shut the laptop and anger fills his face. Scott has the laptop in his hands and the Texan is seething at this point as the announcement he heard on the HOR wasn’t the one he was expecting and all the rage has been built up until…..
CRACK!
Stevens looks down and notices his anger about not being named captain for the last team of War Games as made him snap his laptop in half. Scott tosses the broken machine aside and shakes his head in disappoint as he sits on the floor with head face in his hands.
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Faith is defined as complete trust or confidence in someone or something and loyalty is defined as a person’s devotion or sentiment of attachment to a particular object, which may be another person or group of persons, an ideal, a duty, or a cause.
Two sides of the same coin.
You know when it was announced a few days after March to Glory that there was going to be three teams for War Games I was excited because I figured I would be named a captain for my unwavering loyalty to my GOD and the House of Best. However, I started to question my GOD’s faith in me just like everyone had been telling me to my face when the captains where announced.
Clay Byrd.
Really?
I get that he was the Wrestler of the Year in 2022, but it isn’t 2022 any longer. It’s 2023 and Captain Byrd-brain used his petty world title cash in at ICONIC and failed just like every time he’s challenged for the title or against a House of Best member when America snuffed him out permanently to end the Highwaymen. Then he blows his wad to get a rematch at March at Glory when he loses to Conor Fuse in the number one contender’s tournament, and he took his horse and rode home in the sunset never to be heard from again. Until now when he was gifted another opportunity at the most coveted championship in professional wrestling by sitting his ass at home for the last month doing absolutely nothing to earn it.
However, it appears that living off of past accomplishments and not doing anything in the meantime is rewarding of a captaincy position at War Games. I mean my past accomplishments trump everything he’s done, but I digress. If Lee wants to give the sad cowboy another chance at failure that is his choice.
Who am I to question?
Steve Solex is named the second captain.
When it was announced I was a little confused as it wasn’t Christopher America since he is UNDEFEATED and the WORLD CHAMPION, and he WON his match at the pay-per-view, but Lee stated the reasoning being he is number one in the standings coming out of March to Glory. Ok, but two more victories and failing to capture a championship when you had adequate time to prepare for your opponent doesn’t sit well with me as the outsider looking into the Final Alliance window.
However, who am I to question?
Then the final captain is revealed……
Evan Ward.
EVAN FUCKING WARD.
This is where I lose all faith in the GOD I praised and worshipped for almost a year and never questioned anything HE did or said until now.
What the fuck has Evan Ward done to deserve my captaincy?!?!?!?!?
A man that hasn’t been seen in HOW in years and he shows up at the end of March to Glory and knees Conor Fuse in the face and is awarded the title of captain of the last War Games team that should’ve been mine!
A lot can happen in twenty-four hours.
That decision proved just like a certain Motorhead song that GOD was never on my side. Apparently all it takes to be a War Games captain is to be absent for years on end and be good at failing and you’re rewarded. Being loyal and faithful is just things used to be manipulated by and I will be manipulated no more.
At Chaos 25, if I have to qualify to even be drafted for War Games then I start with sending an exclamation point when I defeat GOD’s favorite pet, STRonk Godson. He may be the King of Stallions, but kings always bow before Gods and STRonk will be laying at my feet when he is looking at the Best Arena lights in defeat as I take a step closer to War Games.
In the name of the Father, the Sons, and Cousin B-O.
Praised be to the Stevens Dynasty and praised be to the DEMI-GOD OF H-O-W!!!