Post by Steve Awesome on Jun 4, 2010 3:10:37 GMT -6
It was a day like any other day for the Face of the Franchise. Sitting in a chair in front of a mirror while a crew vigorously poked and prodded at his face in order to make it “TV” ready. It was another commercial, another television cameo, another movie spot, poster pose, t-shirt meeting, autograph signing, he honestly didn’t know what it was. Lately they had all just become a blur. A dull, drawn out moment of flash bulbs and fake smiles.
But it was the life he chose.
Just to get to her.
He could see her reflection in the mirror. She sat across the room, un-amused. Her gaze fixated out the window to the courtyard outside. She watched as a bird suddenly took flight and soared into the horizon. She longed to be that bird but when she glances up at him her dreams disappeared as soon as reality hit. He wasn’t completely stupid though, he could tell that she was upset, but it just didn’t seem to register to him exactly what the reason was like it did to just about everyone around him. He shows his concern through his mirror reflection.
“What’s with the long face sugar pumpkin?”
Just hearing him speak those words made her dig her fingernails into the couch cushions. She tilted her head to the side and glared at him from across the room.
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
A harmless chuckle escapes his lips.
“Of course I am. I care when your upset baby.”
She stares dumbfounded for a few moments. She wonders how one man could frustrate her so quickly.
“You care when I’m upset?”
He nods his head as she stands up from the sofa.
“You feel empathy and sympathy when I feel upset? Do you now?”
Steve nods his head through the mirror, honestly a little surprised by the way she’s acting.
“Yes I do. Why wouldn’t I? Where is all this coming from baby?”
She shakes her head. Her hip sticks out and her pointer finger starts wagging like an angry black lady.
“First of all, don’t call me baby.”
“Do you like “Love Bug” better?”
She spins his chair completely around and she gets right into his face.
“SHUT UP!”
Steve flinches a bit from her outburst. She glares at him, ready to unleash everything she had been bottling up inside.
“If you “care” so much how come this is the first time that you’ve noticed I’m upset? If you felt any type of empathy at all you would have realized during the first freaking DAY that I wasn’t happy in that house. If you weren’t completely blind to the things going on around you, you would know I’m miserable in that house. So don’t sit in that stupid chair and tell me about empathy and sympathy because I highly doubt that you even know the meaning of the word.”
And with that she spins around and crosses her arms, trying to fight back the adrenaline so it doesn’t become tears. The whole room stays silent, well shocked would be a better word, as Kelly begins to sob a bit. Awesome looks heartbroken as he watches her from the chair. He waves off the crew.
“Take five guys.”
He says before slowly standing up from the chair and walking toward Kelly. He places his hand on her shoulder but she just moves it off.
“I knew.”
“Pfft, yeah right.”
“No, I did. I knew it all along. I just couldn’t seem to figure it out before. Duh!”
Steve laughs and slaps his own forehead.
“I can’t believe I didn’t see this sooner. You don't want to be stuck in that house all the time!"
Kelly spins around almost as quickly as she spun away.
“I completely hate it! I wan‘t to go ho-””
Awesome shakes his head in disgust.
“It’s all so clear to me now. Well it’s time to fix it Kelly. It’s time to do the right thing by you and Ryleigh and just turn this whole thing around.”
Kelly grabs his hands and squeezes tightly.
“Oh my god, do you really mean it?”
Steve nods his head with pride.
“Of course I do. As soon as I’m done here, I’m putting this stupid face of the franchise work on hold so I can home and spend more time with you and Ryleigh.”
Kelly starts dancing around the room.
“Oh that wonderful! That’s spectacular! That’s............
She stops dancing and looks at him.
"Wwwwhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?”
Kelly stands with her jaw dropped thanks to the mighty swerve Steve just through her way. The stage manager pokes his head into the door.
“You’re on in five Mr. Awesome.”
The manager leaves and Steve puts his hands on her shoulders.
“I thought you might like that. This week is your week Kelly. We can do whatever you want. It’s your choice, I promise. All I want is to see your smile.”
He rubs her chin, plants a kiss on her cheek and walks off through the door. She just shakes her head in disbelief.
“Ugh, What an idiot.”
“Awes-Some! Awes-Some! Awes-Some!”
We open to the mighty roar of a screaming crowd filled with Steve Awesome fans. They surround a gate and a red ribbon that blocks the entrance to a small mini mart in the background. All these fans have on all his merchandise. T-shirt’s, hats, bandana’s, sunglasses, wigs, wristbands, foam fingers, those little tube things that make sounds when you bang them together. There’s even a couple in the front row with a baby dressed in a little baby Steve Awesome wig and tiny baby Steve Awesome sunglasses. It’s totally freaking cute. They start another chant.
“We Want Awesome! We Want Awesome! We Want Awesome!”
….I know. I’m surprised too.
Suddenly, his theme music begins to play over a sound system and Steve Awesome and The Motor City Mafia come walking out onto the stage and his home town fans start going nuts! He takes off his shirt and hands it to a fan. Underneath that is the same shirt that he takes off and hands to another lucky fan. He repeats this process a few more times while McM follow behind him and make people pay for the shirts. Everybody is whistling and cheering, banging those little tube things together. That little couple in the front are bestowing there child to him like it’s Simba from the Lion King. It’s all a loud mess of love and emotion until Steve finally takes the mic on stage.
“What’s up D-TOWN?”
The crowd yell and scream because they live there.
“More importantly, what’s up to all my Awesome-holics?”
Yup, he seriously called them that. And they didn’t get up and punch him. He paces around the stage and waits as the cheers die down. The owner of the building behind him hands him the scissors.
“Well I guess I should just cut the string.”
Steve walks over and puts the red ribbon between the blades and is about to cut but he stops.
“I said, I should just cut the string!”
The echo of Steve’s voice finally catches Johnny’s attention away from a lady at the bar. He downs his two shots then gets up and yells.
“oh uh...SPEECH! SPEECH!”
The rest crowd seem to just mindlessly catch on and begin chanting for a speech. Awesome turns around and pretends to look shocked.
“Oh you want a speech? Well I don’t really have anything prepared……”
Very slyly, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper, that then unfolds to half his body length. He clears his throat.
“You know Angel says that all I care about is the spotlight. Says that’s what drives me in this business. And he’s totally right. I do crave the spotlight…in fact I lust for it sometimes, but that’s just me. I’ve always had that need to make every second count. To make every moment memorable. To always leave the crowd wanting more. I’ve always had that insatiable urge to steal the show. And I have to ask you man, what in the hell is wrong with that? Having this urge to steal the show means I’m willing to go the distance to make that happen. Having this will to impress on a weekly basis is the reason why I have been the single most entertaining wrestler on the roster yesterday, today, and tomorrow. And that’s not just bragging that’s fact. It’s why these people chose me to become the Face of the Franchise and it’s why I’m a whole other level then you are God boy.
“Maybe you could learn something from me Angel. Maybe you could figure out how to lighten up and not be so dang anal retentive about everything. I’m going to kill you all, oh Tara I love you, I‘m gonna slap my wife in the eye, then talk about how no one loves me. I swear you switch from emo to angry and back again so fast it feels like I’m watching a Bullet For My Valentine video. It’s sort of weird, it’s years ahead of waking up in a coffin, but it’s still weird. But you’ve always been like that haven’t you? Where did that get you before the Riot? Oh yeah….Future Endeavored….right….”
He breathes in through his teeth like he hit a bad nerve.
“But all jokes aside Angel, I really want to ask you what the hell your problem is? Your calling me a joke like you haven’t seen me whip nothing but ass for the past three years. Like I wasn’t stealing the show and becoming The New Icon while you were winning that belt you obsess over. Like losing to Falcon is such a bad thing in this business. At least Bird Breath has actually beaten me. Something you’ve never been able to do mister Best in the world.”
“Oh, well maybe there lies the problem. Maybe your so mean to me because your scared of what I can do. So you try and beat me down with your words and petty insults to make me doubt myself. If it worked against Will Washington it might just work against Steve Awesome. Well for it to work, that person needs to fear you Angel. They need to view you as some type of monster. But I don’t. I still see you as the little boy with dreads in his hair that I made look like an idiot in front of everybody all those years ago, during that title reign you said was a joke.”
He lowers the paper down and motions for the cameraman to zoom in.
“I don’t fear you Angel, because I know that you fear me. Deep down beneath the face paint and the God Complexes and the spousal abuse, you fear me, because you know that for everything you‘ve ever done, for every person you‘ve ever faced in an actual match, the almight Savior X can‘t put down the Face of the Franchise. From your epic rise against me those years ago, to when I carried Ace to a win over the Burning Angels, and this week at Reborn when I take your title and give nCw a champion they can be proud of, I’m always going to be there to put you back into your place.
He grabs the scissors and clips the ribbon.
“Second.”
Deuces.
But it was the life he chose.
Just to get to her.
He could see her reflection in the mirror. She sat across the room, un-amused. Her gaze fixated out the window to the courtyard outside. She watched as a bird suddenly took flight and soared into the horizon. She longed to be that bird but when she glances up at him her dreams disappeared as soon as reality hit. He wasn’t completely stupid though, he could tell that she was upset, but it just didn’t seem to register to him exactly what the reason was like it did to just about everyone around him. He shows his concern through his mirror reflection.
“What’s with the long face sugar pumpkin?”
Just hearing him speak those words made her dig her fingernails into the couch cushions. She tilted her head to the side and glared at him from across the room.
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
A harmless chuckle escapes his lips.
“Of course I am. I care when your upset baby.”
She stares dumbfounded for a few moments. She wonders how one man could frustrate her so quickly.
“You care when I’m upset?”
He nods his head as she stands up from the sofa.
“You feel empathy and sympathy when I feel upset? Do you now?”
Steve nods his head through the mirror, honestly a little surprised by the way she’s acting.
“Yes I do. Why wouldn’t I? Where is all this coming from baby?”
She shakes her head. Her hip sticks out and her pointer finger starts wagging like an angry black lady.
“First of all, don’t call me baby.”
“Do you like “Love Bug” better?”
She spins his chair completely around and she gets right into his face.
“SHUT UP!”
Steve flinches a bit from her outburst. She glares at him, ready to unleash everything she had been bottling up inside.
“If you “care” so much how come this is the first time that you’ve noticed I’m upset? If you felt any type of empathy at all you would have realized during the first freaking DAY that I wasn’t happy in that house. If you weren’t completely blind to the things going on around you, you would know I’m miserable in that house. So don’t sit in that stupid chair and tell me about empathy and sympathy because I highly doubt that you even know the meaning of the word.”
And with that she spins around and crosses her arms, trying to fight back the adrenaline so it doesn’t become tears. The whole room stays silent, well shocked would be a better word, as Kelly begins to sob a bit. Awesome looks heartbroken as he watches her from the chair. He waves off the crew.
“Take five guys.”
He says before slowly standing up from the chair and walking toward Kelly. He places his hand on her shoulder but she just moves it off.
“I knew.”
“Pfft, yeah right.”
“No, I did. I knew it all along. I just couldn’t seem to figure it out before. Duh!”
Steve laughs and slaps his own forehead.
“I can’t believe I didn’t see this sooner. You don't want to be stuck in that house all the time!"
Kelly spins around almost as quickly as she spun away.
“I completely hate it! I wan‘t to go ho-””
Awesome shakes his head in disgust.
“It’s all so clear to me now. Well it’s time to fix it Kelly. It’s time to do the right thing by you and Ryleigh and just turn this whole thing around.”
Kelly grabs his hands and squeezes tightly.
“Oh my god, do you really mean it?”
Steve nods his head with pride.
“Of course I do. As soon as I’m done here, I’m putting this stupid face of the franchise work on hold so I can home and spend more time with you and Ryleigh.”
Kelly starts dancing around the room.
“Oh that wonderful! That’s spectacular! That’s............
She stops dancing and looks at him.
"Wwwwhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?”
Kelly stands with her jaw dropped thanks to the mighty swerve Steve just through her way. The stage manager pokes his head into the door.
“You’re on in five Mr. Awesome.”
The manager leaves and Steve puts his hands on her shoulders.
“I thought you might like that. This week is your week Kelly. We can do whatever you want. It’s your choice, I promise. All I want is to see your smile.”
He rubs her chin, plants a kiss on her cheek and walks off through the door. She just shakes her head in disbelief.
“Ugh, What an idiot.”
“Awes-Some! Awes-Some! Awes-Some!”
We open to the mighty roar of a screaming crowd filled with Steve Awesome fans. They surround a gate and a red ribbon that blocks the entrance to a small mini mart in the background. All these fans have on all his merchandise. T-shirt’s, hats, bandana’s, sunglasses, wigs, wristbands, foam fingers, those little tube things that make sounds when you bang them together. There’s even a couple in the front row with a baby dressed in a little baby Steve Awesome wig and tiny baby Steve Awesome sunglasses. It’s totally freaking cute. They start another chant.
“We Want Awesome! We Want Awesome! We Want Awesome!”
….I know. I’m surprised too.
Suddenly, his theme music begins to play over a sound system and Steve Awesome and The Motor City Mafia come walking out onto the stage and his home town fans start going nuts! He takes off his shirt and hands it to a fan. Underneath that is the same shirt that he takes off and hands to another lucky fan. He repeats this process a few more times while McM follow behind him and make people pay for the shirts. Everybody is whistling and cheering, banging those little tube things together. That little couple in the front are bestowing there child to him like it’s Simba from the Lion King. It’s all a loud mess of love and emotion until Steve finally takes the mic on stage.
“What’s up D-TOWN?”
The crowd yell and scream because they live there.
“More importantly, what’s up to all my Awesome-holics?”
Yup, he seriously called them that. And they didn’t get up and punch him. He paces around the stage and waits as the cheers die down. The owner of the building behind him hands him the scissors.
“Well I guess I should just cut the string.”
Steve walks over and puts the red ribbon between the blades and is about to cut but he stops.
“I said, I should just cut the string!”
The echo of Steve’s voice finally catches Johnny’s attention away from a lady at the bar. He downs his two shots then gets up and yells.
“oh uh...SPEECH! SPEECH!”
The rest crowd seem to just mindlessly catch on and begin chanting for a speech. Awesome turns around and pretends to look shocked.
“Oh you want a speech? Well I don’t really have anything prepared……”
Very slyly, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper, that then unfolds to half his body length. He clears his throat.
“You know Angel says that all I care about is the spotlight. Says that’s what drives me in this business. And he’s totally right. I do crave the spotlight…in fact I lust for it sometimes, but that’s just me. I’ve always had that need to make every second count. To make every moment memorable. To always leave the crowd wanting more. I’ve always had that insatiable urge to steal the show. And I have to ask you man, what in the hell is wrong with that? Having this urge to steal the show means I’m willing to go the distance to make that happen. Having this will to impress on a weekly basis is the reason why I have been the single most entertaining wrestler on the roster yesterday, today, and tomorrow. And that’s not just bragging that’s fact. It’s why these people chose me to become the Face of the Franchise and it’s why I’m a whole other level then you are God boy.
“Maybe you could learn something from me Angel. Maybe you could figure out how to lighten up and not be so dang anal retentive about everything. I’m going to kill you all, oh Tara I love you, I‘m gonna slap my wife in the eye, then talk about how no one loves me. I swear you switch from emo to angry and back again so fast it feels like I’m watching a Bullet For My Valentine video. It’s sort of weird, it’s years ahead of waking up in a coffin, but it’s still weird. But you’ve always been like that haven’t you? Where did that get you before the Riot? Oh yeah….Future Endeavored….right….”
He breathes in through his teeth like he hit a bad nerve.
“But all jokes aside Angel, I really want to ask you what the hell your problem is? Your calling me a joke like you haven’t seen me whip nothing but ass for the past three years. Like I wasn’t stealing the show and becoming The New Icon while you were winning that belt you obsess over. Like losing to Falcon is such a bad thing in this business. At least Bird Breath has actually beaten me. Something you’ve never been able to do mister Best in the world.”
“Oh, well maybe there lies the problem. Maybe your so mean to me because your scared of what I can do. So you try and beat me down with your words and petty insults to make me doubt myself. If it worked against Will Washington it might just work against Steve Awesome. Well for it to work, that person needs to fear you Angel. They need to view you as some type of monster. But I don’t. I still see you as the little boy with dreads in his hair that I made look like an idiot in front of everybody all those years ago, during that title reign you said was a joke.”
He lowers the paper down and motions for the cameraman to zoom in.
“I don’t fear you Angel, because I know that you fear me. Deep down beneath the face paint and the God Complexes and the spousal abuse, you fear me, because you know that for everything you‘ve ever done, for every person you‘ve ever faced in an actual match, the almight Savior X can‘t put down the Face of the Franchise. From your epic rise against me those years ago, to when I carried Ace to a win over the Burning Angels, and this week at Reborn when I take your title and give nCw a champion they can be proud of, I’m always going to be there to put you back into your place.
He grabs the scissors and clips the ribbon.
“Second.”
Deuces.