To The Future

To The Future

Posted on February 24, 2024 at 9:21 pm by Scott Stevens

Location: Houston, Texas: Pappasito’s Cantina

Date: February 24, 2024

The scene opens to the inside of Pappasito’s Cantina and it is a packed night just like it is every Saturday night. The wait time for a table is about a hour minimum and the people who aren’t on the inside huddle by the door are sitting in the benches on the outside chatting with each other about various topics. As we look around the establishment, we see the various patrons crowded by the bar watching different college basketball games while eating chips and dip or drinking a variety of alcoholic drinks mostly though being frozen margaritas. The sound of guitars being strummed are heard off in the distance as a pair of mariachi players begin to serenade a couple in the corner of the restaurant. As “Por Tu Maldito Amor” blends in with the polluted chatter, a loud shout is heard to get the patrons attention.

“EVENING PAPPASITOS! WE HAVE A SPECIAL OCCASION IN THE HOUSE!”

A young man in his early to mid-twenties shouts throughout the restaurant.

“WE ARE HERE WITH MARIA AND SHE IS TURNING TWENTY-ONE AGAIN. WE ARE GOING TO CELEBRATE HER SPECIAL DAY PAPPASITOS STYLE!”

The man continues as other waiters and waitresses gathering around before all singing in unison.

“UNO! DOS! TRES! HEY BABY CAPASO!”

Clap.

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“IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY WE ALL KNOW!”

Clap.

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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAPASO!”

Clap.

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“FROM ALL OF US AT PAPPASITOS!”

All the waiters and waitresses along with Maria’s family and others in the restaurant cheer and clap as a tres leches cake is delivered with a sparkler on top. As Maria fights off her family and friends for the first piece, we see a familiar couple watching from a distance.

“Don’t we all wish we could be twenty-one again?”

The familiar voice of Scot Stevens asks the beautiful woman sitting across from him who takes a moment to stop eating to answer.

“Not really, no.”

Scott’s wife replies and Scott raises an eyebrow.

“How come?”

The question causes Lisa to chuckle.

“Because at twenty-one I was popping out your kids so I don’t want to feel that again.”

The comment causes Scott to smile playfully.

“Fair enough.”

Scott answers before finishing off his drink and their conversation is broken up by the waiter.

“Care for another one?”

Scott nods in response and so does Lisa.

“One whiskey sour and another frozen watermelon margarita coming up.”

The server informs the couple before departing and Scott looks at the smorgasbord of food in front of him that consists of bacon wrapped qual, beef and chicken fajita, grilled chicken, diablo shrimp. Scott looks over the food before he grabs a piece of beef fajita and tosses it into his mouth. As Scott’s mouth is orgasming from the fajita meat, Lisa asks the important question.

“How are you feeling?”

Stevens nods his head as he swallows his food.

“I feel great babe. The Stevens Dynasty recaptured the MVW Tag Titles and I defeated Black Mamba like I said I would so I’m feeling awesome.”

The statement doesn’t seem right with Lisa as she reaches over and grips her husband’s hand before asking the question again which causes Scott to sigh out in frustration.

“I’m pissed.”

Stevens responds as the waiter comes back with their drinks and Scott immediately downs it before motioning for another.

“I’m pissed how I lost the world title at ICONIC. I’m pissed that it should’ve been Mike and I in a rematch for the title and not him and Townsend. More than that, I’m pissed that I have to fucking win a tournament to get another opportunity against a man that isn’t doing a fucking thing, but sitting his ass at home and making a mockery of what a champion should be!”

Stevens shouts as he bangs his hand on the table causing some of the people around them to stop their conversations and looks toward his table. Stevens looks at them and apologizes before grabbing a piece of chicken and taking a bite to help calm himself down.

“As you should be because everything you have said about Mike is the truth and since he has won the title back nothing has changed.”

Lisa states as she comforts her husband as Scott looks away for a moment before talking.

“You know what pisses me off the most?”

Scott asks as he turns his attention back to his wife who simply shrugs.

“Being overlooked as some fucking scrub in this tournament.”

The hatred coming from Scott’s mouth would make Scottywood blush and Lisa tries to comfort her husband.

“I can see where the doubters would think that because of who’s in it…..”

Scott immediately pulls his hand away.

“I know who’s in it and instead of being one of the favorites to win it, I’m not even a fucking favorite to win my fucking group!”

Stevens growls again and hits the table again with his fist causing the Texan to apologize to the people around him once again.

“Fucking Steve Solex and Jackmeoff Nicely are the favorites to win my group, what the fuck is that?”

Stevens shakes his head as disbelief fills his tone.

“Just because Steve Solex was wrestler of the year doesn’t mean he’s the automatic favorite to win shit. Unlike our military failure I completed my mission of becoming world champion by beating Mike Best, again. You know, something Steve has never been able to do, but please favor his bitch ass. Then we have Jackson Cooley, a virtual nobody, that has knocked off the said favorite by a cunt hair is still favored over me which is bullshit!”

Stevens face begins to turn red as he becomes flustered with the conversation before downing another whiskey shower as the waiter put it on the table and Scott motions for another as the waiter looks at Mrs. Stevens.

“You heard the man.”

Lisa tells the waiter who takes the empty glass and exits as Lisa goes back to their conversation.

“Look, I know you are frustrated with this whole ordeal, but each victory will be even sweeter than the last when you prove everyone wrong and you win the Lee Best Invitational and go on to reclaim the world title at March to Glory.”

Lisa’s words seem to soothe and calm down her husband as he nods and takes a bite of qual.

“You’re right.”

Scott replies in between bites and Lisa smirks.

“Of course I’m right, I’m always right.”

Lisa begins to sip her margarita as Scott asks her the same question, she asked him.

“How do you feel?”

Lisa takes a moment to digest the question before leaning back in her chair.

“Honestly……it’s been tough.”

Lisa replies as she takes a long sip from her strong before continuing.

“I really wanted to win the women’s championship one last time and become a five-time champion, but it just wasn’t in the cards.”

Lisa thumps the table as she looks away.

“Not performing in the ring anymore on a full-time basis is hard because I know I still have a lot left, but helping breaking in our daughter properly is more important than what I want.”

Lisa says trying to convince herself, but Scott knows differently as he grabs her hand causing her to look his way.

“I know what you are going through and it is hard to give it up, and I’ve tried many times for us, but it’s an addiction that won’t go away and we will never be truly done with wanting to be a world champion.”

Lisa nods in agreement with her husband’s words.

“You’re right. You’re right”

Lisa says somberly as she sucks down a third of her margarita.

“On the bright side, with Emma competing now, maybe in the future you and her can team up and go after the tag titles and you can become a triple crown champion in MVW.”

Lisa eyes light up with positivity and nods.

“Maybe so.”

Scott smiles seeing her mood change.

“Speaking of our lovely daughter, how is she doing?”

Lisa takes a second to respond.

“Ok…..I guess.”

Lisa’s statement causes Scott to raise an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

Scott asks and Lisa shrugs.

“She has been kind of a recluse since she lost to Blair Williamson.”

Lisa informs Scott who takes a moment to realize who that is.

“That is the Bergman’s Barn Women’s champion, isn’t it?”

Scott asks cautiously and Lisa nods.

“Since the loss, Emma has been training harder than ever. Studying tape all hours of the day. At the gym and training every chance she can at the barn wanting to perfect herself.”

The comments bring a smile to Scott’s face.

“Already?”

Scott asks and Lisa nods.

“I’m surprised she’s taking it as serious as she is. I thought it would be a little bit before she got into the “wrestling groove” so to speak.”

Scott replies with air quotes and Lisa chuckles.

“Well, she was always a perfectionist so I’m not surprised by this. Plus, when you basically threatened her to not embarrass our family dynasties you know she is going to do all she can do make us proud.”

Lisa states and Scott smirks.

“Now, I know you are fully focused with reclaiming the HOW World title, but have you thought about your plans in MVW besides competing sporadically and being a manager?”

Lisa asks and Scott nods.

“Oh?”

Lisa is shocked by her husband’s non-verbal response and leans in closer.

“What do you have in mind?”

Curiosity won’t kill this car as she as a sly grin on her face.

“Simple, my cousin and brother have the tag division under control so I don’t need to help them there. I’m not really interested in competing in the Heartland division because been there and done that.”

Lisa’s eyes grow wide with the comment.

“Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

Her enthusiasm cannot be contained and her husband simply nods.

“First, I want to smack around that little piss ant, Adam Ellis, once my brother gets done with him and then I want to become the MVW Men’s champion.”

The waiter brings their drinks to the table as Scott finishes his sentence and Lisa snatches the whiskey sour and downs it. She wipes the excess from her lips and motions for another and the waiter nods as he collects the glass and leaves once again.

“I thought I would never hear those words.”

Lisa states and Stevens looks confused.

“Why’s that?”

The statement makes Lisa chuckle.

“Because this is the first, I’ve heard about you being serious about going for the MVW title.”

A devilish grin forms over Scott’s face.

“I have unfinished business with Adam Ellis and who the fuck does that piss ant think he is anyway? I mean do you think coming in and taking an opportunity away from my brother at the top prize is going to sit well with the Stevens Dynasty, more importantly, me?”

Scott asks as he points to himself and he shakes his head no answering his own question.

“I’m going to beat the living hell out of Adam Ellis and then I going to do what my family does best in MVW and that is beat the members of the Alabama Gang’s ass and “Southern Fried Fat Ass” Bill Dickinson has what I want!”

Scott slaps the table in excited and once again apologizes to the people around him.

“Babe, I will be the unified heavyweight champion of the world as I represent both, HOW and MVW, proudly. I will be a fighting champion and make not only both promotions happy, but I’ll also make HOTv proud as they will have a champion that actually shows up weekly and is actually marketable unlike some champions I know.”

Scott informs his wife as he tosses a bacon wrapped qual into his mouth.

“I love the sound of that, but first, you have to put out the Cool front that awaits you Monday night in Baltimore.”

Lisa tells her husband as the newest round of drinks hit the table and the couple toast to a possible luxurious future.

——————————–

Jackson Cooley.

Congratulations on defeating Steve Solex in your first match in the Lee Best Invitational.

That is not an easy task to accomplish because Steve Solex is a Hall of Famer for a reason and defeating any HOW Hall of Famer is a big deal.

I will admit you have some skill, but for people to claim you are a favorite to win our group bracket and a dark horse candidate to win the whole LBI is a fucking slap in the face to me.

The first thing you need to realize Cooley is that I’m not Steve Solex. I don’t come up with ridiculous nicknames that are self-given and fail when I need to back up the claims of being an alpha or the last man of wrestling. Unlike the man you beat, I’ve beaten the alpha you are trying to win an opportunity at and I’ve actual shown what a man of wrestling looks like three times when I had a red leather strap dripping in gold and jewels firmly fastened around my gorgeous waist.

To get back what I lost I have to go through you and I have no issue with that because you are nothing to me, but an obstacle that I need to overcome to satisfy my mission to eradicate the stench that has attached itself to the world title. Your run in this tournament will be like your Raiders past NFL season, disappointing and predictable while mine will be unexpected and surprising like the Houston Texans because no one expects me to win just like no one expected the Texans.

Come Monday on Chaos, I’m going to turn that McKenna Blue jacket of yours into a 97 Red colored stain when I carve my name into your chest and give your body something it can be proud to display instead of that travesty that you had on it before.

See you in a few days.