CSM's Tales: Comfy Sofa, Competitive Ross
Somwhere outside the track of Tsukuba, Japan. Charlie Nash and his team of mechanics arrived, accompanied by the team’s trucks. One mechanic approaches Nash…
Mech: Boss, may I ask a question?
Charlie: Fire away.
Mech: Are we really racing a Sofa?
Charlie: The hell? No we’re not racing a damm Sofa! Who said that…!?
Mech: Several magazines claim to have seen a Sofa driving around Japan with our team’s colors…
Charlie: Damm idiot, our car is over there! (points at a covered car stepping out of one of the trucks) We have our car, and it’s not a stinkin’…
Suddendly, a Sofa painted in the team’s colors of green and black shows up, stopping near the team’s waiting spot. Unlike how it should be, only the bumpers are black. Stepping out the car is…
Charlie: Manny! How did… you know what? I’m not even gonna bother asking.
Manny: Good, that means you’ll concentrate on the track then. Let’s go, guys!
Sometime later, inside CSM’s garage…
Manny (working on the car): Nashie my friend, this is quite the sight. Between my childhood movie cars and all these famous drivers, I might need to pinch both my arms and legs!
Charlie: I still fear waking up in my house and thinking it’s all a dream, Manny. So much… (spots a familar old cap moving past the garage’s entrance)
Manny: Wait, that cap is…
Charlie: Keeping working on the car, Manny. I’ll be right back.
Charlie rushes out of the garage, following the man. Eventually, he gathers the courage to adress him…
Charlie: Mr. Ross, yeah?
Oliver Ross: Sorry, have we met?
Charlie: Um… not in person, no. My name is Charlie Nash, sir. Friends call me “Guile”…
Oliver: Wait, did you say “Nash”? Are you related to one Walter Nash, by any chance?
Charlie: By blood and parenthood, sir. I am CSM’s driver… and Walter’s son.
Oliver: Well I’ll be dammed. I’d introduce myself, but it seems you know me quite well. Is something wrong?
Charlie: …no, it’s nothing, sir! Er, I mean no, I just wanted to talk for a bit… if that’s alright with you.
Oliver: I’m a bit pressed for time, but… You did ask politely, I can see you waited for this for a long time. Oh, and drop the formalities. In here, we’re all equals, regardless of track experience. Call me Oliver.
Charlie: Thank you, sir! (facepalms) Christ… I mean thanks, Oliver.
Oliver: That’s the ticket. So, Charlie, what did you want to talk about?
Charlie: Well, since you said you’re pressed for time, only a couple of things. What are you going to drive?
Oliver: That beauty over there. (points at the Dragotech Sagitta, peeking out of Throwback’s garage) We’re still putting the finishing touches to it, though…
Charlie: A Sagitta…? It is a nice car, but oddly modern for something… well, something you would drive.
Oliver: There are no age limits to speed, kid. I’d be doomed against you if that was the case, haha.
Charlie: Er, that’s not what I meant. The Sagitta is only a year old, yes? It may have not been broken in properly…
Oliver: But it’s mid-engined, and light on its feet. Less strain on the components, and losing control of it isn’t on my to-do list. Speaking of rides, what are you driving…?
Charlie: Well that’s the other thing I wanted to talk about. Could you come to our garage quickly?
Oliver: Alright, but we have to make it snappy. Lead the way, hot shot.
Charlie and Oliver head to CSM’s garage, where the car is still under wraps. Manny himself is inside the car, tweaking a few details.
Charlie: Here we are. Manny! We’re heading out! Oh, and I’d like you to meet someone.
Manny (stepping out of the car from the driver’s seat): Right on cue, Nashie. And Mr. Ross, it’s a major honor. Manny Vega, chief mechanic.
Oliver: Likewise, Manny. So Charlie, you’re taking the wraps off for me? Talk about an exclusive conference…
Charlie: Actually, si… dammit! That’s not the case, Oliver. I wanted to do this with Mr. Turini, but he’s already out there setting laps. No wasted motion, just like I expected from a Turini… I’d like you to have this, Oliver.
Oliver: I see… You want an autograph. Well, I’ll get to it once I get back to my garage.
Charlie (getting in the car): Actually, that side is the cover. Well, I have to set a few laps myself. It was a massive honor, Oliver. I hope we can have a fair and exciting battle out there.
Oliver: You know where to find my old man’s car… Guile.
Charlie grins from ear to ear, then gets into the car. In a flash, Manny takes the cover off and Charlie fires up the distinctive turbo engine. All of this happens while Oliver was still checking the picture out, so he misses the car heading out…
Oliver: “That side is the cover”…? What did he mean by that? Wait, why is this photo so damm thick?
Oliver flips the photo around, finding something else…
Oliver: … Hahahahahaha! Walter, your kid may not have your fear of racing, but he’s certainly inherited your sense of humor…
Well here it is, @Mr.Computah. Hope this sequel didn’t follow the sequel rules and didn’t actually suck as a follow-up!