On The Road Again

[The Steve]

The Steve exits the front door of his North Carolina home, carrying a suitcase and a large duffel bag. He walks over to his car and pops the trunk and places the bags in the trunk. Before he closes it, he unzips the duffel bag and pulls out a plastic case, approximately the size of a pack of cigarettes. He zips the bag up, closes the trunk, walks over to the driver’s side door and enters the driver’s seat.

 

Once inside the car, The Steve pulls a joint from the case he retrieved from the duffel bag and a lighter and lights up the joint. After a few tokes, he starts the car and pulls out of the driveway. After a couple miles of driving and smoking, The Steve pulls out his phone and makes a phone call.

 

Unknown Person: Who is this?

 

The Steve: It’s Steve.

 

Unknown Person: Steve who?

 

The Steve: The Steve, you fool!

 

Unknown Person: Got no time for love, Dr. Jones.

 

The Steve: Clerks…yea, I get it. Are you busy, dude?

 

Dude: What’s with this ‘I’ sh*t?

 

The Steve: Am I in front of a packed arena or on camera? Use your head, dude. Anyway, I have a favor to ask ya.

 

Dude: It’s been 2 years and not even a ‘how ya doin’? I’m hurt.

 

The Steve: Fine. How ya been?

 

Dude: Oh, you know…same ol’, same ol’. How about you? Where have you been hiding since retirement?

 

The Steve: I moved to North Carolina, near the ocean. I’m living in a golf community now.

 

Dude: Golf!? Seriously? Are you 50 years old already?

 

The Steve: Yea, you’re funny. I’m tellin’ ya, nothing beats a blunt or 5 and 18 holes, then heading to the beach to relax ya.

 

Dude: Whatever man. You stick to that old fogey game. Anyway, what favor did you need?

 

The Steve: I’m going to be in the area next week and I’m gonna need some supplements. Think you could help me out?

 

Dude: Sure...what you need? I’ve got Andro, Fluoxymesterone, Oxymetholone, HGH…whatever you need.

 

The Steve: Not those supplements, tool. I’ve never done ‘roids, and never will. I’m talking about grass.

 

Dude lets out a sheepish laugh.

 

Dude: Oh yea. How much you need?

 

The Steve: A QP probably.

 

Dude: Consider it done. By the way, why are you coming back up here? There ain’t sh*t up here.

 

The Steve: Well, I’m getting the itch, so I'm thinking of pulling a Jericho. But if I’m gonna do that, I need to get back into shape. Greg opened a new school in Irondequoit called Upstate Wrestling Academy, so I’m gonna let him whoop my ass until the rust is gone.

 

Dude: Sounds like…well, hell. More power to ya. I gotta get goin’, so call me when you’re in town and I’ll arrange a drop.

 

The Steve: Sounds good, man. I’ll talk to ya then. Later.

 

The Steve hits end on the phone and puts it back in his pocket, and continues driving up I-95 as he mutters to himself...

 

The Steve: It's a good thing he has great pot, 'cause he's an idiot.

[Useless Dane Xavier]

Good stuff, looking forward to seeing where this leads...

[Mayhem]

same here

[Iceberg LeTuce]

I never saw much of you while you where competing, other than in OCF(we ruled)

 

Gotta step into the ring with me, braugh!

[Leon Valentine]

The Steve has still got it...

[Chris Mania]

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