Post by Steve Awesome on Jan 27, 2010 6:50:54 GMT -6
A few hours after Collision……
The ring crew work diligently to load the ring and all the equipment up after another sold out Collision has taken place. Two men in black shirts set the last of four turnbuckles into a truck and slide the door down and lock it up so nothing falls out when it drives to the next arena. The two men congratulate each other on a job well done and head back toward the building. On there way they pass a pacing Steve Awesome with his cell phone pressed against his ear.
Crewman: “Hey Steve, good job out there against Hammond.”
Steve gives him an appreciative nod.
“Thanks Dave. See you in L.A?”
Dave: “Yeah buddy. I’m driving the ring truck…just gotta run in and grab the lock for the latch. See you later man.
Awesome throws up the piece sign and as Dave and the other crewman walk back toward the arena, Steve returns his focus back to his cell phone and starts dialing numbers.
“Come on Mandi, pick up!”
He paces back and forth, the phone pressed up against the side of his head as if he would miss something if the speaker happened to be a millimeter away from his ear. He begs the other end to pick up.
“Come on, come on, come on. Hello!? Mandi! Listen, I know you’re mad at me right now but please don’t hang up! I…..hello? Damn!”
He pulls the phone away from his head and dials the same numbers again.
“Mandi….Please do not hang up. This is important!…………okay I’ll make it quick. I know your mad at me right now but…….*sigh* okay you hate me right now, but I need you to do me a favor. I must have left my wallet at the house when you kicked me out. I need you to call up the nearest hotel and reserve me a room using my credit card. Can you do that for me?”
He waits for her response.
“What do you mean no? Come on, I have no where else to go and it’s freezing out here. I just need you to call them up and……Hello? Mandi? Ugh.”
Defeated, Steve drops his arms to his side, exhaling the last breath he’d waste on that option into the air in front of him. With no money to purchase a room and no vehicle to get him from point A to point B, things seem to have went from bad to worse. He silently considers more options and as he does so he walks backward until his back is against the Ring Truck. After much consideration he finally decided that his future in “finding a place to sleep tonight” looked bleak, that is, until one last idea come to fruition in his mind.
“The Ring Truck!”
Awesome whips around and stares at the hook latch that separated him from his would be home for the night. He glances around the empty parking lot for any on lookers and then carefully starts working on un hooking the hatch.
“Uh…what are you doing?”
“GAHHH!”
Awesome nearly jumps out of his skin! He clutches his heart and turns around to find Jimmy Turner munching on a chicken leg standing behind him. Awesome fumbles for an idea to quickly cover up his real plan.
“uh…..nothing I was just….um…checking the strength of the latch on this truck. You can never be too careful you know and-”
“You were going to try and sleep in the truck weren’t you?”
Awesome shakes his head and first trying to deny it but he ultimately just confirms it by hanging his head in shame.
“Yeah….I know I must seem like a loser.”
Jimmy shrugs his shoulders and takes a bite out of his chicken leg.
“Meh…..I do it all the time and look how cool I am!”
Awesome stares at him and notices the stains all over his shirt, his greasy mouth and face and his two cent hair cut that he probably did by himself without a mirror.
“Your not helping…..”
Jimmy opens the latch and they both climb inside the truck.
Fade on the beginning of a road trip!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Lance Ryan versus Steve Awesome.”
“The Icon verse The Face of the Franchise.”
“Hall of Famer versus Hall of Famer.”
The scene opens and we find Steve Awesome standing in an undisclosed location. His green eyes sparkled with excitement under the moon lit sky.
“This right here…is what wrestling is all about. No titles, no stipulations, just two of perhaps the greatest ever stepping inside the ring against one another all for the sake of bragging rights. All for the sake of finding out who is better. It’s something I’ve wanted to find out about way back before I even signed with this company. Back when I was just a rookie, fresh on the scene and Lance had just beaten The Mayor of Obscurity Town to become the first world champion in the very same tournament I won just last year. I beat him on an episode of Collision back in two thousand eight and he managed to pin me in a triple threat match after Trent Helms did the damage at Picture Perfect of the same year. As Lance said, we were technically tied in wins, and ever since then there had always been this part of me that seemed to salivate whenever the thought of facing The Icon one more time crossed my mind. I wanted that rubber match. I wanted to finally answer all the questions in my mind with one more match. I wanted Lance Ryan in a wrestling match on pay per view when you know everyone is going to be working on all cylinders. Years went by before I’d ever get that opportunity and now that it’s finally here, now that I’m facing The Icon live in Los Angeles, California at Metamorphosis……I couldn’t be more ecstatic.”
He rubs his hands together to keep warm in the cold as his hair blew in the wind. He spoke to the camera but he didn’t seem to look at it, perhaps looking past it. Towards his match against an Icon! And the moves he’d have to pull out in order to win.
“Because I can feel it again Lance. That “all eyes on me” feeling I always get right before I’m about to step inside the ring against somebody who is going to give me the challenge I needed. Right before I step inside the ring against somebody who is going to help me steal the show. Right before I get in there and give the fans a match they wont soon forget. And those people….oh man you know there going to be at the edge of there seats. You know there going to be hanging on every move we do, every punch, every kick, every suplex, bomb, driver, moonsault, flip, springboard, super kick, every spec of blood, every tear drop, and every bead of sweat for the answer to that one question that’s been burning in everyone’s mind since that fateful night I super kicked you and started all this…..”
He steps forward, towards the camera.
“Who is better?”
His eyes flint with intensity as he says it and he can’t help but smile.
“I don’t even know for sure and the suspense is killing me. I thought I had answered the greatest question of all time last year at Fallout when I beat Spike Kane but man…..this one really takes the cake Lance. And I know, you took time out of your busy schedule to belittle me and my career, my past accomplishments and then display your own on a pedestal, but I’d like to inform you Lance, that this isn’t about the past. This isn’t about my skanky world title reign, or the fact that you won the world title twice over two years ago. This is about you and me, five days from now, and what were going to be able to do right then, in those crucial moments that matter the most. Do you have enough heart Icon? Do you have enough will power to back up every word you said or are you still just living off a reputation you made for yourself three years ago?”
“I understand why you think you have this in the bag Lance. The bottom line from you Lance is that I can’t beat you because your better than me in your head. It’s improbable for me, a pathetic one time world champion to be able to beat the only two time world champion. You think its just straight up impossible for a punk like me to ever beat the almighty Icon……and that’s cute Lancey, it’s so….“predictable” of you Lance but I’ll give it to you because I’m a respectful guy. But if you don’t mind….I’d like to tell you what I think.”
“I think, that my path to victory is set on one very big difference between us. Our definition. See when people think of you Lance, they think about the only two time world champion. They think of the first ever world champion. As good as you are Lance, your history is only defined by fifteen pounds of gold and a leather strap. What happens if any seven of the other former world champions manage to recapture the world title? Are you still as good as you claim or do you just become like everyone else? Magic eight ball?
Awesome pulls one from his pocket and shakes it up.
“Signs point to yes!”
He tosses the toy off to the side and continues.
“But me on the other hand….I’m defined by my ability Lance. I’m not in the hall of fame because I’m the first anything. Hell there were four people already in there before me. I’m not there because I did something more times then someone else…..even if you do become a champ for a third time…it still wouldn’t matter. Because I’m listed among the greats because of my ability to keep coming through anything you dish out. I’m in there because I bust my ass on a weekly basis, five star matches, stealing the show, damn near breaking my back on a weekly basis! I’m in there because I have the ability to take anything you say is impossible, do it, and then make it look easy because I’m the Face of the Franchise, Lance. That’s just what I do. And nobody does it better that Steve Awesome. And I believe that reason right there is going to help me defeat you at Meta, and finally answer the question once and for all. With all due respect Lance, you have never faced anybody like the man you will face at Meta on Sunday. You’ve never fought such unbridled passion, you’ve never challenged the heart and soul of nCw Lance……”
Awesome steps even closer to the camera, so that he was almost face to face with the lens.
“You have never squared off……”
He flashes that confident smirk. The one he shoves into the face of adversity.
“…against the ”Face of the Franchise”.”
Deuces.
The ring crew work diligently to load the ring and all the equipment up after another sold out Collision has taken place. Two men in black shirts set the last of four turnbuckles into a truck and slide the door down and lock it up so nothing falls out when it drives to the next arena. The two men congratulate each other on a job well done and head back toward the building. On there way they pass a pacing Steve Awesome with his cell phone pressed against his ear.
Crewman: “Hey Steve, good job out there against Hammond.”
Steve gives him an appreciative nod.
“Thanks Dave. See you in L.A?”
Dave: “Yeah buddy. I’m driving the ring truck…just gotta run in and grab the lock for the latch. See you later man.
Awesome throws up the piece sign and as Dave and the other crewman walk back toward the arena, Steve returns his focus back to his cell phone and starts dialing numbers.
“Come on Mandi, pick up!”
He paces back and forth, the phone pressed up against the side of his head as if he would miss something if the speaker happened to be a millimeter away from his ear. He begs the other end to pick up.
“Come on, come on, come on. Hello!? Mandi! Listen, I know you’re mad at me right now but please don’t hang up! I…..hello? Damn!”
He pulls the phone away from his head and dials the same numbers again.
“Mandi….Please do not hang up. This is important!…………okay I’ll make it quick. I know your mad at me right now but…….*sigh* okay you hate me right now, but I need you to do me a favor. I must have left my wallet at the house when you kicked me out. I need you to call up the nearest hotel and reserve me a room using my credit card. Can you do that for me?”
He waits for her response.
“What do you mean no? Come on, I have no where else to go and it’s freezing out here. I just need you to call them up and……Hello? Mandi? Ugh.”
Defeated, Steve drops his arms to his side, exhaling the last breath he’d waste on that option into the air in front of him. With no money to purchase a room and no vehicle to get him from point A to point B, things seem to have went from bad to worse. He silently considers more options and as he does so he walks backward until his back is against the Ring Truck. After much consideration he finally decided that his future in “finding a place to sleep tonight” looked bleak, that is, until one last idea come to fruition in his mind.
“The Ring Truck!”
Awesome whips around and stares at the hook latch that separated him from his would be home for the night. He glances around the empty parking lot for any on lookers and then carefully starts working on un hooking the hatch.
“Uh…what are you doing?”
“GAHHH!”
Awesome nearly jumps out of his skin! He clutches his heart and turns around to find Jimmy Turner munching on a chicken leg standing behind him. Awesome fumbles for an idea to quickly cover up his real plan.
“uh…..nothing I was just….um…checking the strength of the latch on this truck. You can never be too careful you know and-”
“You were going to try and sleep in the truck weren’t you?”
Awesome shakes his head and first trying to deny it but he ultimately just confirms it by hanging his head in shame.
“Yeah….I know I must seem like a loser.”
Jimmy shrugs his shoulders and takes a bite out of his chicken leg.
“Meh…..I do it all the time and look how cool I am!”
Awesome stares at him and notices the stains all over his shirt, his greasy mouth and face and his two cent hair cut that he probably did by himself without a mirror.
“Your not helping…..”
Jimmy opens the latch and they both climb inside the truck.
Fade on the beginning of a road trip!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Lance Ryan versus Steve Awesome.”
“The Icon verse The Face of the Franchise.”
“Hall of Famer versus Hall of Famer.”
The scene opens and we find Steve Awesome standing in an undisclosed location. His green eyes sparkled with excitement under the moon lit sky.
“This right here…is what wrestling is all about. No titles, no stipulations, just two of perhaps the greatest ever stepping inside the ring against one another all for the sake of bragging rights. All for the sake of finding out who is better. It’s something I’ve wanted to find out about way back before I even signed with this company. Back when I was just a rookie, fresh on the scene and Lance had just beaten The Mayor of Obscurity Town to become the first world champion in the very same tournament I won just last year. I beat him on an episode of Collision back in two thousand eight and he managed to pin me in a triple threat match after Trent Helms did the damage at Picture Perfect of the same year. As Lance said, we were technically tied in wins, and ever since then there had always been this part of me that seemed to salivate whenever the thought of facing The Icon one more time crossed my mind. I wanted that rubber match. I wanted to finally answer all the questions in my mind with one more match. I wanted Lance Ryan in a wrestling match on pay per view when you know everyone is going to be working on all cylinders. Years went by before I’d ever get that opportunity and now that it’s finally here, now that I’m facing The Icon live in Los Angeles, California at Metamorphosis……I couldn’t be more ecstatic.”
He rubs his hands together to keep warm in the cold as his hair blew in the wind. He spoke to the camera but he didn’t seem to look at it, perhaps looking past it. Towards his match against an Icon! And the moves he’d have to pull out in order to win.
“Because I can feel it again Lance. That “all eyes on me” feeling I always get right before I’m about to step inside the ring against somebody who is going to give me the challenge I needed. Right before I step inside the ring against somebody who is going to help me steal the show. Right before I get in there and give the fans a match they wont soon forget. And those people….oh man you know there going to be at the edge of there seats. You know there going to be hanging on every move we do, every punch, every kick, every suplex, bomb, driver, moonsault, flip, springboard, super kick, every spec of blood, every tear drop, and every bead of sweat for the answer to that one question that’s been burning in everyone’s mind since that fateful night I super kicked you and started all this…..”
He steps forward, towards the camera.
“Who is better?”
His eyes flint with intensity as he says it and he can’t help but smile.
“I don’t even know for sure and the suspense is killing me. I thought I had answered the greatest question of all time last year at Fallout when I beat Spike Kane but man…..this one really takes the cake Lance. And I know, you took time out of your busy schedule to belittle me and my career, my past accomplishments and then display your own on a pedestal, but I’d like to inform you Lance, that this isn’t about the past. This isn’t about my skanky world title reign, or the fact that you won the world title twice over two years ago. This is about you and me, five days from now, and what were going to be able to do right then, in those crucial moments that matter the most. Do you have enough heart Icon? Do you have enough will power to back up every word you said or are you still just living off a reputation you made for yourself three years ago?”
“I understand why you think you have this in the bag Lance. The bottom line from you Lance is that I can’t beat you because your better than me in your head. It’s improbable for me, a pathetic one time world champion to be able to beat the only two time world champion. You think its just straight up impossible for a punk like me to ever beat the almighty Icon……and that’s cute Lancey, it’s so….“predictable” of you Lance but I’ll give it to you because I’m a respectful guy. But if you don’t mind….I’d like to tell you what I think.”
“I think, that my path to victory is set on one very big difference between us. Our definition. See when people think of you Lance, they think about the only two time world champion. They think of the first ever world champion. As good as you are Lance, your history is only defined by fifteen pounds of gold and a leather strap. What happens if any seven of the other former world champions manage to recapture the world title? Are you still as good as you claim or do you just become like everyone else? Magic eight ball?
Awesome pulls one from his pocket and shakes it up.
“Signs point to yes!”
He tosses the toy off to the side and continues.
“But me on the other hand….I’m defined by my ability Lance. I’m not in the hall of fame because I’m the first anything. Hell there were four people already in there before me. I’m not there because I did something more times then someone else…..even if you do become a champ for a third time…it still wouldn’t matter. Because I’m listed among the greats because of my ability to keep coming through anything you dish out. I’m in there because I bust my ass on a weekly basis, five star matches, stealing the show, damn near breaking my back on a weekly basis! I’m in there because I have the ability to take anything you say is impossible, do it, and then make it look easy because I’m the Face of the Franchise, Lance. That’s just what I do. And nobody does it better that Steve Awesome. And I believe that reason right there is going to help me defeat you at Meta, and finally answer the question once and for all. With all due respect Lance, you have never faced anybody like the man you will face at Meta on Sunday. You’ve never fought such unbridled passion, you’ve never challenged the heart and soul of nCw Lance……”
Awesome steps even closer to the camera, so that he was almost face to face with the lens.
“You have never squared off……”
He flashes that confident smirk. The one he shoves into the face of adversity.
“…against the ”Face of the Franchise”.”
Deuces.