Post by Steve Awesome on May 11, 2013 13:17:11 GMT -6
We open up to a giant press conference. All over the room were posters and pictures with Steve Awesome’s face all over it. Movie posters advertising his next upcoming film; “It came from her Vagina!” In the center of it all standing on a big stage in front of a podium was the man himself. His hair was cut short and he was dressed in a suit.
“….and that’s why it’s considered more of a romantic comedy. Anyone else have a question?”
One of the members of the mob step forward and rose there hand.He was a short fat balding guy with a t-shirt to small for him. Obviously a wrestling fan….well then again he could be a movie critic.
“Um, yeah, Can you please explain why a mega star such as yourself is continuously losing every week on Sunday Night Collision?”
Steve grins at the seemingly awkward situation this question caused in the crowd. He’s been asked this question a lot lately so he’s been able to prepare himself for it. He smiles and adjusts his trademark shades.
“Well to be honest I’m not one hundred percent sure. It could come down to any reason really. But I do know that I’m just happy to be back with the company during it’s final run. You know? I’m happy that I have two careers that I can manage and still be able to entertain the fans. Whether im in the ring winning or losing im just happy to be back.”
He smiles wide for the cameras and they snap away.
“Ok guys that’s it. Thanks coming out. Go see, “It Came From Her Vagina” when it comes out in theatres and see me this Sunday on Collision when I take on Caleb Lockwood. Follow me on twitter, like me on facebook, subscribe to my youtube account. And of course…..”
Steve throws up the peace sign.
“Deuces.”
Another spree of flashbulbs before Steve walks off stage and in the green room. There he finds Jayson Matthews. Jay walks up and pats Steve on the shoulder.
“Nice job out there.”
Steve takes a drink of water.
“Thanks. But I forgot to push my insta-gram. Dang it!”
All of a sudden the door opens and in walks Rob Diamond. He doesn’t say anything he just starts walking right toward Steve.
“Oh hey dude what’s-“
*SMACK!!!!!!*
From out of nowhere Rob cracks Steve Awesome across the face with a mighty slap. Steve stumbles a bit and catches himself on the wall and holds his face in shock, meanwhile Jayson Matthews steps forward.
“Hey man! You can’t just walk in here and bitch slap Steve like that!”
Rob glares at him.
“What are you going to do?”
“Don’t tempt me Rob. I may look small but I am a former world champion!”
“Yeah, in a fed ran by a CHILD MOLESTER!”
“I….uh….yeah but……damn it……..”
Jayson hangs his head in shame and slinks into the background. Rob turns his attention back to Steve, who undoubtedly was a little miffed.
“Dude…..the hell was that for?”
“It’s for acting like a bitch lately!
Steve steps forward.
“Excuse me?”
“Look at you man……you just lost to Caleb Lockwood…….”
Steve drops his head. Low blow.
“…..and you’ve been losing constantly, to people you know you could have beaten. It’s like you’re just
going through the motions out there, like your just not even showing up.”
Steve sighs.
“It’s like I just said man, I don’t care about wins. I’m just happy to be here and-“
Rob slaps him again and knocks Steve’s sunglasses off his face, they fly off and crash into the wall Steve was currently looking at. After a few minutes his head snaps back and Steve clutches his cheek and glares daggers engulfed in flames into Rob Diamond.
“I don’t know even know who you are anymore. This isn’t the Steve Awesome I know. This isn’t the “INFAMOUS” Steve Awesome. Your just “happy” to be here, the real Steve Awesome went out to that ring every night determined to show everyone watching that he is UNDENIABLY better than the other man. Now you don’t care about wins, is this how you want the world to remember you? Some actor in a wrestling ring posing and pimping his twitter account?”
Steve stands there with every intention on just plowing Rob right in the face but he doesn’t because Steve knows Rob is right.
“Maybe this is the new you. You cut your hair, picked up a whole new career, maybe your not the same wrestler I battled for the ncw heavyweight champion…all I’m saying is…if you’re going to be here…..then BE HERE. If not……”
Rob just sighs and shakes his head. His disappointment was blatantly obvious.
“…..just go back to Hollywood.”
And with that, Rob turns and heads out the way he came, leaving his friend to contemplate what he just said.
Maybe I’m lost.
Caught between careers.
Stuck between this desire to entertain the fans and the smoky remains of my burning competition.
I have been talking about retirement, I’ve just been too scared to actually pull the trigger on it. I call
it “Reverse Brad Kane” syndrome.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve known that NCW was going to close and deep down inside I’ve just lost hope. This overwhelming feeling of “what’s the point?” that I can’t shake. I’ve always been horrible when dealing with death.
I remember when I first started in NCW. I was coming out of XHF and a bunch of small indy companies and everyone always told me that I had all this potential ready to be tapped into. Maybe there just comes a time when you finally reach the other side. You get better, then you peak, then the only other way to go is down.
Maybe I’ve not only climbed my mountain but touched the ground on the other side?
Maybe I’m done for good.
Maybe.
But do I care?
He smiles that infamous smirk.
Not one damn bit. See this week, I’m participating in a dream match of sorts. That’s right, in one corner you have The Internationals and Team America; The longest reigning tag team champs ever. Wich is crazy to think that people actually paid attention to that dying division long enough to count a month long reign let alone a full year. And in the other corner you have Will Washington, Xavier Cross, and the two most badass outlaws to ever force you to lock your doors when they walk by. That’s right InFamous is back. Even if it was for one night only, half the population of women simultaneously had and orgasm at the thought.
And in my personal, humble opinion, that alone is worth dumping a little kerosene on the fire that is my drive to compete and getting a little serious.
Which brings us to the opponents. The internationals……..I don’t care.
Team America on the other hand……I might care a little. See Simon I listened to you talk the other day in your promo. It was pretty rude, pretty crude, you had a little attitude. Reminded me of myself back in the day. But your logic is a little flawed. I mean trust me, I get the concept of telling your opponent that nobody cares about them, it’s mind games 101 for sure. But one point of advice, if your going to say such things about my best buddy Rob at least try for some truth in the matter. The fact that my hombre is like number eleven in a top fifty list MIGHT mean people care about him a tiny bit more then you think.
The fact that people hated the fact that Rob and I were dominating the main event in a top notch feud to the point they were threatening to leave….MIGHT mean they cared about my buddy Rob. The fact that you’re basically the diet version of Rob Diamond, from the cursing all the way down to having the same ex girlfriend might lead people to believe that you MIGHT care about Rob Diamond.
In the grand scheme of things, I’d like to think that a lot of people care about Rob Diamond. And if they don’t it’s because there mad and pissy because the dude beat them. The guy beats everyone. But what have you done Simon? Besides you know be a side character in everyone elses adventure? Hold the tag belts for a long time? Ooh tough guy, I know that feud against the “Second Rate Riders” really made you guys work hard. You lugged the tag belts around for a year, good job, without you, the tag belts would have probably been retired. You were the “third” tough and emotional relationship for Zelda. And for as good as you think you are, you only really managed to have a high thirties spot on a list of the fifty greatest. Up there with Ron Gibson and Ander Carvetti.
So really when it comes down to it Simon…..who cares about you?
Not very many people, and definitely not Zelda since she’s already slobbin a new knob.
And then there’s Gib.
What can I say, that old bastard has been whipping my ass for the past couple weeks. But the thing about Gib and I is that we go way back. He taught me a lesson that I never forgot. And now I have a family of my own that I love unconditionally. And the one thing that Gib will never forget is the fact that even when everyone writes Steve Awesome off. Even when they say Steve has no chance, there is ALWAYS a chance that Steve will find a way to win. I found a way to kill Homeless Harold…twice. And this week Gib you might beat me up again, you might toss me around like a Vietnamese hooker but I walk easy knowing that in your head you’ll never rule out the possibility that this week could be one of those weeks that Steve Awesome does something crazy and pulls off the win.
I guess it’s called personal respect.
Over the years it’s one of those things we put inside each other….deep…..
Steve’s eye’s shift back and forth.
“that was weird…..”
He shrugs his shoulders and throws them up.
“Deuces.”
We open to a shot of a cell phone screen. An empty text message screen with Rob Diamond as a recipient.
“Thanks for knocking some sense into me. This week, I got your back bro.”
Steve hits send and sets his phone down. He looks up and see’s Xavier Cross giggling with Zelda across from him at his kitchen table. Mandi sits next to him.
“Wow Zelda…..you sure do move fast don’t you…”
She stops and glares at Steve.
“Falcon, then Rob, then Simon, now Xavier…..Is there like a waiting list I can sign up for?”
Mandi gets offended and slaps him, then Zelda gets up and slaps him too.
“UGHH! Why does everyone think they can just slap people? It’s RUDE!”
Fade.