Chad Evans was back in the SCW, and better than ever. No one will ever be able to
match him. At least that was what was running through his mind as he was sitting in a small town diner, the night before he
was to be making his return to the SCW, against a new addition to the Exodus locker room, Zodiac the Icon. Chad looked around
the diner and grimaced. Normally these older places got him sick to his stomach. It was one of those restaurants with the
settings right out of a fifty's movie, with artifacts from that era, and some from the early sixty's. Pictures of Elvis Presley,
and Jersey's of the town's baseball team fifty years ago were lined up all over the wall. Old records were placed above the
doorway in like trophy's. From a jukebox in the corner The Beatles could be heard playing. Chad liked to change some letters
around in the word jukebox, in order to make junk box, considering that all the music you ever hear from them are junk. Tonight
was no exception. Everything in the restaurant was old fashion. It had a charm that most people would find relaxing. Chad
on the other hand considered theses sort of places revolting. Normally he wouldn't be within fifteen feet of them, but tonight
was different. For one there wasn't another place to eat for miles. He was rather tired as well. The day had been long and
stressful. He had to make sure everything was set up for Chad TV, which would be making it's first appearance on Exodus this
week before he had his returning match with the supposed "Icon." Chad found that funny. To him, he was the only Icon. The
somewhat attractive waitress probably helped keep him calm as well as he sat there looking around the place. It was only a
few minutes before when he had made his order. Chad was tired to the point he didn't even bother reading the two page menu,
but simply pointed randomly when asked what he wanted. For all he knew he had ordered dog shit with a side of French fries.
Now he simply prepared for the worse not knowing what to expect to find on his plate in the minutes to come. He yawned finally
breaking up the concentration he had built around one of the pictures hanging on the wall. Cracking his neck he laid his arms
down along the table and laid the weight of his head down upon them. It was at the time he was about to slip into sleep when
his cell phone went off. Startled back into reality he lays back, reaches into his pocket and answers the call that so rudely
interrupted his slumber.
Chad Evans- Yep...
Voice- So how did it go?
Chad Evans- How did it go? It went on and on and on... It was horrible. I announce
I am going to start up Chad TV and these idiots in the back have no idea on how to set it up with some class, and getting
it set for the return of a legend.
Voice- Well, shit happens. I take it you got it all straightened out?
Chad Evans- Yeah but with no help from those morons you hired to help plan it out.
The only thing they managed to do right was pick out what will be placed out on stage. They couldn't get the Dalla's Cowboy
Cheerleaders to come out with me. They screwed up big time, so I ended up having to hire fucking hookers to take the spot
for them. Just to let you know. This is the last time I am dealing with your sorry ass. Your agency promised top act prompters
and instead I get overpaid morons. Now-
Looks over to see the waitress coming out from the kitchen with a tray.
Chad Evans- Ok listen. My food for the night, whatever it may be is on it's way
to me. So I am hanging up. Word of advice. Lose my number. I won't be calling yours again, so see you in the next life when
you are burning in hell.
Chad hangs up his phone just as the waitress arrives at the table with the tray.
This was the moment he was dreading. He had no clue as to what he would be eating. She smiled at him as she placed a glass
of water down to his right. That was something he was comfortable with. He did knowingly order the water. She placed his dinner
down in front of him.
Waitress- Tell me if you like it ok? It's one of my specialties!
Chad looks directly at her breasts as he speaks.
Chad Evans- I'll keep that in mind.
Waitress- Well thank you!
Chad Evans- Yeah...
The waitress begins to walk back towards the kitchen as Chad takes his first look
at her specialty. It was meatloaf, with some corn bread. The meatloaf looked like a squirrel he had ran over on the road earlier
with maybe the addition of salt, pepper, and a few onions.
Chad Evans- Uh... I think I can wait till later to eat this... Can you get me a
box and the check?
Waitress- Are you sure you wouldn't rather eat it here?
Chad Evans- My stomach just isn't feeling right... I'll eat it later for sure...
He wasn't lying about the feeling right part. The meatloaf smelled horrible. Even
the cornbread had it's flaws. For starters it was molding... He was beginning to wonder if the crazy bitch was purposely trying
to poison him.
Waitress- Oh, I am so sorry. I hope you feel better soon. I take it you're an out
of towner?
Chad Evans- Yep... Professional wrestler...
Waitress- Oh... I don't think I watch that...
Chad controlled the urge he had to just smack the shit out of her... How can you
not know wither you watch it or not? She doesn't think she watches it but would have to rethink to be sure?
Chad Evans- Oh... What a shame... I am the best.
Waitress- Well, they always said if you're going to do something why not be the
best right? Heh heh.
Chad Evans- Yeah... Hm. Mind getting that box and the check?
Waitress- Oh sorry...
She goes into the kitchen to fetch a box as she is writing out the check. Chad took
this time to think on wither he should just leave now and save himself from having to walk out with that garbage she was undoubtedly
sure he was going to eat once he left and saving himself from having to pay for the trash. He didn't have long to think as
she was back in no time. Made him wonder how many people walk out on her.
Waitress- Here you go sir. That'll be just seven dollars and four cents.
Chad fishes into his back pocket for his wallet. He flipped through his cash and
was disappointed to see the lowest bill he had was a fifty. Grunting he handed her a fifty.
Waitress- Oh, I am sorry sir but I can't possibly break this.
Chad Evans- Fine... Just keep it.
Waitress- Wow! Really? Thanks. Hm. You wrestlers must make some good money if you
can just give money out like that.
Chad Evans- Only the successful ones... Like me. Bye.
Waitress- Sir! Wait!
Chad Evans- What?
Waitress- Here. You forgot your food!
She hands him the box containing his "food."
Chad Evans- Uh... Thanks?
Waitress- Don't mention it sir. Come back again sometime you hear?
Chad Evans- Yeah sure...
Chad briefly waves behind sarcastically which went unnoticed by the waitress smiling
at the fifty in her hand. As soon as Chad got outside he looked around and tossed the box of meatloaf into the trashcan. Now
he was once more alone. The way he liked it. Why have company when no one is better company then yourself? That was the way
he looked at it. The only time he found himself with someone else is when he let lust take him. He would then wake up with
some naked bitch next to him the next morning holding him like a stuff animal she had won the night before. Most likely
it would be like that Friday morning. Sex was always what Chad went after after kicking someones ass. Best way to celebrate,
apart from letting everyone know just who is number one. thinking now on matches Chad had to keep in mind his match with Zodiac.
This time his smirk came unnoticed by even him. He was more upset then he was cocky going into this match. He returns only
to be greeted with a sacrifacial lamb. I should be main eventing this fucking show and instead I am treated as
the introducer into wrestling for the rookies. What the hell are these people thinking when they see me, the only talent on
the entire roster, staying in the low card position week in and week out? Sure I don't stick around for long, but talent like
me is one of a kind. Who can expect me to just stick around one place? The only reason people should expect me to remain loyal now
is the fact in reality there is no other federation that meets SCW. Up the ratings it has gone, and so have other federations
suffered due to it. The waitress wasn't joking. If you're going to do something you might as well be the best at it, and that
I am. Zodiac The so called Icon best get used to the idea I run this place. I am not leaving again. Next time I leave
I am retiring with every damn title there is. A hall of fame fucking legend. The fucking best so easy to see, nobody can possibly
disagree. Chad was halfway to his hotel now. This made him wish he had driven here but he thought the walk would
get his mind off of everything. Sadly it just gave him more time to dwell on it. Regardless, he was getting to where he was
aiming to be. Tommorrow night he was to be reintroduced to the world, and if he was going to do it right, it was going to
be with an impact.
