“Alright, alright, I’ll get things movin’ again,” Buck said, “I been eyeballin’ trust fund over there an’ I figured I just might be the guy to knock ‘im offa his high horse.”
“You wouldn’t happen to be talking about me, would you?” Carson scoffed, “You couldn’t even dream of beating me! I spent thousands of my father’s money on training for this game show. What’s a bumpkin like you to the heir of the most powerful media magnate in the country?”
“Well I ain’t the boastin’ type,” Buck shrugged, “but what I am is honest, hard working, and well mannered. Not to mention, grown up.”
“We’ll see about that,” Carson turned his nose up, “Now go on, you issued the challenge! You propose the game!”
“Taming angry bulls,” Buck crossed his arms, “First one to git their bull to calm down wins.”
“N-nothing easier,” Carson gulped.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! For our fourth challenge of the night, Bull Wrangling!” The stage transformed into a rodeo arena as two very lifelike bulls formed on either side. They were bucking and screaming like crazy, the very picture of seeing red. The crowd’s cheers were deafening.
Buck went to work on placating his bull. It was like the good ol’ boy from Texas had a natural touch of sorts, and knew exactly what to do. It didn’t take long before he got his raging bovine to calmly stand still and even lick him. Carson, of course, thought he had all the training in the world. He didn’t think to train for taming animals, and it most assuredly showed. The trust fund baby didn’t even last two minutes before the beast flung his body across the arena. He was livid.
“YOU CHEATED!” he screamed at Buck, “You knew that you would win something like this! You must’ve picked something like this on purpose just so that you could have some unfair advantage!”
“Hey, you agreed to it,” Buck shrugged, “I figgered it’d give you a slice of humble pie, and it looks like you lost. Say goodbye to loving yer daddy’s billions.”
“N-no! NO! You can’t do this to me!” the petulant child cried, “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO-” In a flash of light he was cut off, and transformed into a strong and lean cowhand cat girl.
“Sorry ‘bout yellin’ at’cha Boss,” the cat girl apologized, “Ah purr-omise ta be a hard workin’ kitty cat.”
“Betcha you will, Carly,” Buck nodded, “That’s yer name now. Once I win, I’m gonna have me fifteen new ranch hands!”