Post by Steve Awesome on Feb 24, 2010 14:26:25 GMT -6
Bandages.
Cold Presses.
Over a thousand tiny cuts pulsating pain through the burns on his back.
And a couple stitches over his right eye.
I guess this is what it feels like after a train mows you down.
“How are you feeling?”
Kelly Fox walks into the door. It was hard to tell if it was concern or sarcasm.
“Like a million bucks.”
That was definitely sarcasm. The pregnant Kelly brushes it off and walks further into the guest room of her house. The place Steve must stay in per Doctor‘s order for the next couple days.. Awesome wasn’t having any of it though as he forces his body to sit up, wincing his way through it.
“Steve, lay back down. You’ll end up hurting yourself more.”
She grabs his shoulders to sort of push him back the other way but he shakes his head and moves her arms out of his way.
“You think what happened to me on Collision is the worst of it? That was just the tip of the iceberg. What Harry has in store for me at Crossroads……”
He pauses. He knew it was going to be bad…..but how bad? He didn’t even want to think about it.
“…well let’s just say this is like a walk in the park.”
It takes a bit of effort but he manages to lift himself off the bed. He limps past Kelly and grabs a glass of water that sat on a nearby bookcase.
“You’re calling him Harry now?”
“Well he definitely isn’t Harold anymore.”
Steve matches her confused stare with a solemn one.
“Dude, they’re the same person.”
“I know…..it sounds stupid but the guy that beat me up like that wasn’t Harold Campbell. Something was different…..he was ravenous, blood thirsty……he wanted me to feel pain, a lot of it, and he succeeded. When I looked into his eyes Kelly….I could just tell he was somebody else. Call it weird….call it whatever you want…..”
He turns his back against her. Even though he was dressed in a pair of sweat pants and bandages, the marks that Hardcore Harry left on his body was still peaking out over the top. The singed skin from the fire, the collection of tiny holes from his skin. It was uneasy to see, completely unlike earlier times when Steve would just walk around naked.
“I’m worried about you, Steven.”
Awesome turns around slowly. Did Kelly just say what he thought she said?
“Did you just say you’re worried about me?”
Kelly instantly regrets admitting that.
“Well your about to get into the ring with a homicidal freakazoid in a few days and I’m not sure I’m comfortable calling your time of death live on pay per view.”
Awesome shakes his head.
“Don’t worry. Harry isn't going to kill me. He’s going to make an attempt but I’m going to stop him……or die trying.”
Steve stops for a second to reconsider what he just said.
“That’s not very reassuring you know. Anyways, I wanted to tell you that Mandi called while EMT’s were checking you out after the show.”
Awesome’s eyes light up at the mention of his ex-girlfriend as he grabs his cell phone from the side table.
“Oh wow…what did she say?”
Kelly shrugs.
“I don’t know. She was freaking out, I was freaking out. None of us really used any real words throughout the conversation.”
Awesome points and laughs at Kelly.
“Ha Ha, you were totally worried about me.”
Kelly rolls her eyes.
“Yeah well don’t get used to it. Because after Harry gets done with you…there wont be much left to worry about.”
She laughs and walks out the door. Steve just chuckles as he starts to dial a number on his phone. His thumb hovers above the send button but then he turns and looks at the door wear Kelly walked out of, and changes his mind. He sets the phone down and takes a seat on the bed.
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We find Steve Awesome sitting alone in what looks like the Library of the Fox Family Home. His head is down, his black hair soaked and hanging down past his head. After a few moments he looks up into the camera. His face bruised, the bandaged forehead more than obvious, and the anger fuming through his body was doing it’s best to be contained.
“One thousand three hundred twenty two thumbtacks Harry. One thousand three hundred twenty two holes up and down my back, the back of my arms, my neck, the back of my head. I spent three hours in an Emergency Room as doctors plucked one thousand three hundred twenty two thumbtacks out of my bloody, beaten, and burned skin. All because of you.”
His wet hair had fallen out of place and he runs a hand through it to put it back where it belonged.
“I know your sitting somewhere laughing your crazy little head off about it, telling yourself that what you put me through was only the beginning. But me….well it’s taken me this long to get over the shock. I guess I didn’t think you truly existed Harry. I guess I thought that Harold was just faking. I thought he was just pretending to be crazy to get himself over, you know, all part of the big gimmick. But now one thousand three hundred twenty two thumbtacks later I’m fully aware of how wrong I truly was. I guess you were right to call me gullible Harry. I guess when it comes down to it, I always try and find the good in people. Call it dumb, but I was raised with the belief that everyone on this Earth has at least a shred of decency in there body’s but not you Harry. No, you’re a special case. Your not like every other person on this Earth. Where everyone else has a conscience, where everyone else keeps there mercy, there remorse…..you have darkness. It’s obvious Harry. I just watched you drink my own blood. Your sitting there babbling about how there’s no rules in a Death Match. I know that, but I also know that even if we were in a match with rules…they wouldn’t stop you. There’s nothing to tell you what’s right, there’s nothing to tell you what’s wrong. If you so desired, you could wrap a strand of barbed wire around my throat until my head came completely off and there wouldn’t be anything in your head that would tell you to stop.”
He pauses for a moment and steps forward, closer to the camera.
“I guess that’s where I come in.”
“Now, the world knows that I’m not the type of guy that uses weapons. I’m not a big fan of barbed wire, tables, fire, thumbtacks, glass. I’m more of a, beat your ass with my untouchable abilities, kind of a guy. But this time….even that’s not going to be enough.”
His fists clench together and he exhales slowly. Attempting to stay calm even though so much anger is running through his body.
“So when that bell rings Harry, I’m going to pick up that barbed wire. I’m going to set up that table. I’m going to light that fire. I’m going to lay down those thumbtacks and I am going to CUT THE HELL OUT OF YOU WITH THAT GLASS! I’m going to use whatever there is to use Harry, I’m going to descend into the darkness that you call home Harry and I’m going to meet you head on at Crossroads.”
Steve reaches out and grabs the camera, pulling it close to face.
“And I will beat you to death.”
He shoves it forward and it falls to the ground.
Static.
Cold Presses.
Over a thousand tiny cuts pulsating pain through the burns on his back.
And a couple stitches over his right eye.
I guess this is what it feels like after a train mows you down.
“How are you feeling?”
Kelly Fox walks into the door. It was hard to tell if it was concern or sarcasm.
“Like a million bucks.”
That was definitely sarcasm. The pregnant Kelly brushes it off and walks further into the guest room of her house. The place Steve must stay in per Doctor‘s order for the next couple days.. Awesome wasn’t having any of it though as he forces his body to sit up, wincing his way through it.
“Steve, lay back down. You’ll end up hurting yourself more.”
She grabs his shoulders to sort of push him back the other way but he shakes his head and moves her arms out of his way.
“You think what happened to me on Collision is the worst of it? That was just the tip of the iceberg. What Harry has in store for me at Crossroads……”
He pauses. He knew it was going to be bad…..but how bad? He didn’t even want to think about it.
“…well let’s just say this is like a walk in the park.”
It takes a bit of effort but he manages to lift himself off the bed. He limps past Kelly and grabs a glass of water that sat on a nearby bookcase.
“You’re calling him Harry now?”
“Well he definitely isn’t Harold anymore.”
Steve matches her confused stare with a solemn one.
“Dude, they’re the same person.”
“I know…..it sounds stupid but the guy that beat me up like that wasn’t Harold Campbell. Something was different…..he was ravenous, blood thirsty……he wanted me to feel pain, a lot of it, and he succeeded. When I looked into his eyes Kelly….I could just tell he was somebody else. Call it weird….call it whatever you want…..”
He turns his back against her. Even though he was dressed in a pair of sweat pants and bandages, the marks that Hardcore Harry left on his body was still peaking out over the top. The singed skin from the fire, the collection of tiny holes from his skin. It was uneasy to see, completely unlike earlier times when Steve would just walk around naked.
“I’m worried about you, Steven.”
Awesome turns around slowly. Did Kelly just say what he thought she said?
“Did you just say you’re worried about me?”
Kelly instantly regrets admitting that.
“Well your about to get into the ring with a homicidal freakazoid in a few days and I’m not sure I’m comfortable calling your time of death live on pay per view.”
Awesome shakes his head.
“Don’t worry. Harry isn't going to kill me. He’s going to make an attempt but I’m going to stop him……or die trying.”
Steve stops for a second to reconsider what he just said.
“That’s not very reassuring you know. Anyways, I wanted to tell you that Mandi called while EMT’s were checking you out after the show.”
Awesome’s eyes light up at the mention of his ex-girlfriend as he grabs his cell phone from the side table.
“Oh wow…what did she say?”
Kelly shrugs.
“I don’t know. She was freaking out, I was freaking out. None of us really used any real words throughout the conversation.”
Awesome points and laughs at Kelly.
“Ha Ha, you were totally worried about me.”
Kelly rolls her eyes.
“Yeah well don’t get used to it. Because after Harry gets done with you…there wont be much left to worry about.”
She laughs and walks out the door. Steve just chuckles as he starts to dial a number on his phone. His thumb hovers above the send button but then he turns and looks at the door wear Kelly walked out of, and changes his mind. He sets the phone down and takes a seat on the bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We find Steve Awesome sitting alone in what looks like the Library of the Fox Family Home. His head is down, his black hair soaked and hanging down past his head. After a few moments he looks up into the camera. His face bruised, the bandaged forehead more than obvious, and the anger fuming through his body was doing it’s best to be contained.
“One thousand three hundred twenty two thumbtacks Harry. One thousand three hundred twenty two holes up and down my back, the back of my arms, my neck, the back of my head. I spent three hours in an Emergency Room as doctors plucked one thousand three hundred twenty two thumbtacks out of my bloody, beaten, and burned skin. All because of you.”
His wet hair had fallen out of place and he runs a hand through it to put it back where it belonged.
“I know your sitting somewhere laughing your crazy little head off about it, telling yourself that what you put me through was only the beginning. But me….well it’s taken me this long to get over the shock. I guess I didn’t think you truly existed Harry. I guess I thought that Harold was just faking. I thought he was just pretending to be crazy to get himself over, you know, all part of the big gimmick. But now one thousand three hundred twenty two thumbtacks later I’m fully aware of how wrong I truly was. I guess you were right to call me gullible Harry. I guess when it comes down to it, I always try and find the good in people. Call it dumb, but I was raised with the belief that everyone on this Earth has at least a shred of decency in there body’s but not you Harry. No, you’re a special case. Your not like every other person on this Earth. Where everyone else has a conscience, where everyone else keeps there mercy, there remorse…..you have darkness. It’s obvious Harry. I just watched you drink my own blood. Your sitting there babbling about how there’s no rules in a Death Match. I know that, but I also know that even if we were in a match with rules…they wouldn’t stop you. There’s nothing to tell you what’s right, there’s nothing to tell you what’s wrong. If you so desired, you could wrap a strand of barbed wire around my throat until my head came completely off and there wouldn’t be anything in your head that would tell you to stop.”
He pauses for a moment and steps forward, closer to the camera.
“I guess that’s where I come in.”
“Now, the world knows that I’m not the type of guy that uses weapons. I’m not a big fan of barbed wire, tables, fire, thumbtacks, glass. I’m more of a, beat your ass with my untouchable abilities, kind of a guy. But this time….even that’s not going to be enough.”
His fists clench together and he exhales slowly. Attempting to stay calm even though so much anger is running through his body.
“So when that bell rings Harry, I’m going to pick up that barbed wire. I’m going to set up that table. I’m going to light that fire. I’m going to lay down those thumbtacks and I am going to CUT THE HELL OUT OF YOU WITH THAT GLASS! I’m going to use whatever there is to use Harry, I’m going to descend into the darkness that you call home Harry and I’m going to meet you head on at Crossroads.”
Steve reaches out and grabs the camera, pulling it close to face.
“And I will beat you to death.”
He shoves it forward and it falls to the ground.
Static.