CarltonFC - The Road to Greatness

[flight23]

[r Kerrigan_DE]

just gets better and better, fantastic

[r dub]

amazing.

[Nige Cooper]

This is brilliant, please tell me there's some John Elliot action?

[drd23]

You weren't the one that wrote the Caro story on BF a few years ago were you?

[Rory]

You have excellent writing skills!

[Axel.]

Although to be truthful he had his credentials removed by an ethics committee almost a decade ago. But that was nothing a few forgeries couldn’t solve.

[Red Bear]

Stephen looked sheepishly towards his feet. That was all Jeanne needed to know the truth. Karaoke. Of all possible vices a man could have he had to love karaoke. The bumbling alcoholic idiot she could live with but the singer. Never had she heard such sounds emitted from a human mouth and had she not experienced it first hand she would not believe such things possible.

[WolfGang]

Chris finally returned home after a long and arduous session at Ashley & Martin. He loved his now long golden locks. Long and golden in comparison to his previous hair do at the very least. He did often question whether the treatment was worth it though. Growing hair on surrogate children from indonesia and then implanting it strand by strand had become an incredibly time intensive process. Were it not for Rebecca’s insistence and then subsequent arrangement of a sponsorship deal Chris was sure he would remain bald. But Rebecca was the best thing that ever happened to him, Becs he liked to call her. Not that she would have any of that. She always pushed him to do more, to be better, to earn more money for her to spend.

Chris walked through the hallway to the kitchen, passing Van Goughs, Picasos and Warhols as he went. He didn’t like any of them, He didn’t get art.

The fridge was full of Maggi food products. After she secured him a sponsorship with the company it was all he was legally allowed to eat. Chris didn’t mind. His love of food was miniscule compared to his love of money. After a long deliberation Chris settled on the Maggi Chicken Bouillon over the Maggi Tender Roast Chicken. A quick microwave and he was off to his office to see what contracts awaited him.

On his desk were the days contracts to be signed, all Becs doing. Chris didn’t know how she did it, but somehow she managed to find him new sponsorship deals daily. He leafed through the stack of papers. China Steel Australia Limited, Serola Biomechanics Inc., True Blood Season 5. Why any of these companies wanted to be affiliated with an Australian footballer, but just like with Visy chris was quick to sign all of them three times and initial them twice.

There was a commotion coming from the bedroom. “Becs” thought Chris. “She’s waiting for me”. He shot up from his desk like lighting and bolted to his chambers, She was not the kind of woman who appreciated tardiness. As he opened the door he saw a balding man buttoning up his fly and Becs adjusting her bra.

“Chris” Her voice had a hint of surprise, as if she had not expected him home so early. “This is Mr Sampson, he’s in charge of the Dulux lead paint division. We were just banging out the last details of your new sponsorship arrangement”

A glint of joy flicked in Chris’s eyes. He liked money, no he loved it. A man could have all the success in whatever field he chose, but if it didn’t amount to monetary gains then Chris wouldn’t give it the time of day.

“Well it’s very nice to meet you Mr Sampson.” Chris had to concentrate hard to prevent his salivations pouring out his mouth “I truly look forwards to working with your company”

“Yes that’s nice.” Mr Sampsons cheecks were flushed and he seemed to be in some sort of a hurry. “But i really should be going now” and with that he ran from the house. Chris hardly notice, he was still thinking of all the money this new deal could provide for him. Not that Chris ever spent it, no that was Becs job.

“Pants off” Becs voice had taken a commanding tone. Chris was quick to comply. “Good, now bend over.” The strap on, black and rubber hung for 12 inches between her legs.

He hated this, He never liked sex with Bec. He had never had sex with her. Some would point to Oscar, their child as proof of copulation. But Chris and Rebecca knew the true origin of the child. He was not their true born offspring, he was not their offspring at all. Rebecca had stolen him from a maternity ward. She had been photographed with a beer belly, the result of a Brownlow medal drinking game. The media was quick to suggest she was sporting a brand new baby bump. Rebecca was quick to see the potential of the situation. The new baby industry was worth billions of dollars and Chris was the perfect poster boy. 9 months later Oscar met his new family for the first time.

It was always the strap on or if he was lucky her fist. That was as intimate as their love making had ever been. But never with the kindness of lubrication. Chris had once demanded that he be in charge of organising a sponsorship, KY Jelly was the product currently being negotiated, the deal was nearly done but as soon as Chris took over the deal fell through. Rebecca had now forbidden the use of these products until he had fixed the deal.

Rebecca began to thrust. Hard and force full, she had not time for kindness. Chris closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Harder and faster the thrusting came. He reached for his wallet and pulled out a fist full of notes. He clenched his fists round the bundle of money and thought of how much he loved it. Sure money was cold, but it was green, it gave him power and soon he was thinking only of a land made of money. His money, where there was no pain, only wealth. This was his happy place.But these thoughts did little to distract Chris from the trail of blood that slowly trickled down his thigh

[Red Bear]

MOar

[FOREVERtrumbone]

just found this brilliant thread

pls WolfGang moar

[WolfGang]

moar will be coming in the new year guys. I promise

[The Vet]

Well???

Moarrrrrr

[WolfGang]

hey this shit takes time to write (because I'm not very good). Also, I know I'm not going to have a lot of free time come Feb so I'm trying to get as many "chapters" written as I can before then.

Neg me if I don't have a new chapter up by saturday morning.

[WolfGang]

Gerard was hiding in the bushes. He knew he had failed already though. Try as he might he was unable to stop the mechanised warhorse that is Jeanne Pratt reaching her goals. Worst of all was that Australia didn’t seem to care.

Black Caviar had won everything, everyone was talking about her and she was in the news non stop. The whole media sensation had been his doing, too keep the horse in the public spotlight so such a thing couldn’t happen. But over night Black Caviar went missing and no one in australia seemed to care. He even wrote a fucking book, but still nothing.

Gerard didn’t know how she did it, or even why. All he knew was that Black Caviar was the last piece in Jeannes puzzle and it was up to him to put a stop to it. Gideon Haigh had offered to help, but apparently something was happening on the BCCI board that required his immediate attention. Gerard was on his own.

The players were hitting the track again. A lot had changed over the past 6 months Gerard had been observing the team. Judd was no longer captain and Ratten had gone missing. He went missing the same night as Black Caviar, no one was talking about that either... but that was to be expected.

Horns blared as a limo pulled up. A red carpet rolled out and two young indonesian children, barely able to walk stumbled their way ahead of the precession. they were dressed as wood nymphs by the looks of it. Mrs Pratt must have been reading some Shakespeer. They left a trail of rose petals in their wake. A detail of security guards quickly secured the area. Then Jeanne appeared.

“Attention everyone” she bellowed. “It is my pleasure to inform you that there are now wheels being set in motion and cogs are turning. The Brock Mclean has been perfected and has already begun the decimation. The plan is coming to fruition. Our time is now. We will be all, we will be perfection.”

She paused and collected herself. the field was dead silent. Gerard could not believe what he was hearing. 12 months of sitting in the mud was finally paying off. He fumbled for pad and pen so to hastily scribble down everything Jeanne said. What plan? what wheels? and why now... and since when was Brock Mclean perfected?

“But we are not there yet” Jeanne continued. “Come with me”. She called Chris Judd over with her finger. He looked reluctant to move. But soon enough the Wood Nymphs laid a path of $100 notes along the ground leading into the limo. Chris was unable to resist.

As chris entered the limo the door closed and it drove off. Then everything went black