Post by Steve Awesome on Sept 18, 2010 21:16:58 GMT -6
A golden waterfall flows down a rocky cliff into the sparkling lake below. The lake was surrounded by a luscious meadow where the flowers and the plants looked so bright you could almost smell them through the screen. A voice over begins to speak over the clip.
“Love has always existed. Ever since the dawn of time.”
A buck and a doe come walking out from behind some bushes. They nuzzle up to each other and shortly after some little bambi’s come galloping up to there parents. The voice over guy continues.
“Anybody or anything can love. You just need the right two souls to come together. Sometimes it works out….”
The camera pans over to show a couple sitting on a picnic cloth. There arms were wrapped around each other and they were sipping wine out of each other’s glass.
“…..then sometimes…..it doesn’t.”
The man accidentally spills his glass over his girlfriend and she slaps him in the face and turns away with her arms crossed.
“They say love conquers all. But you need a special type of love to really win the battle. A love so pure, a love so perfect….it can only be described in one word…..”
The girl looks over to her left and what she see’s make’s her jaw drop to the ground. A giant white steed comes sauntering into the scene along the lake side. The camera starts to pan up. Past the white horses strong legs. Past the long flowing mane. Over the finely defined abs, and all the way up to those aviator sunglasses.
“…Awesome!”
Steve Awesome sits upon the horse, with his long black hair blowing in the wind. He reaches up and flicks his shades down onto the point of his nose so his deep green eyes could see over the lenses. He flashes that million dollar smile and winks into the camera.
“Fabio…..eat you’re heart out.”
*click*
The image collapses into a square then the completely fades away leaving the black screen of a plasma television. It reveals the reflection of Steve Awesome clutching a remote control in his hand. He was smiling from ear to ear…apparently he thinks that train wreck of a commercial was good.
“So…..what did you think? Is this going to be the number one show on cable or what?”
He nudges the man next to him. The man was Leonard Fox, boss, leader, mentor and surrogate father to the Face of the Franchise. Leonard doesn’t answer right away. He just stares at the imageless TV screen with an eyebrow raised and his jaw open. A look you might reserve for train wrecks. Awesome nods his head in agreement.
“Speechless eh? I know….that part where I come out on a white horse and my hair does that wind blow thing, got me too. Did you get goose bumps too?”
Leonard wasn’t exactly sure what to say. He wasn’t exactly sure if this whole “reality show” thing was a good idea to start with.
“Uh yeah…..it was great. So you’re really going through with this then? This whole “reality show” business?”
Awesome glances over at Leonard like he was an idiot.
“Come on Leo….a giant mansion with a bunch of hott chicks roaming around. Pining for me and waiting for there chance to get in my pants…..wich I wont even be wearing…because that’s totally allowed!”
Leonard nods his head and rubs his chin.
“Hmm….yeah I guess that’s your nirvana.”
Leonard shrugs and walks over toward the bar he had in his house. And he starts poring drinks for himself and Steve.
“Look Steve….I’m sure that’s going to be a great experience for you and all. But I’m hoping that it doesn’t take your mind off of-”
Leonard turns around and notices Steve watching the commercial again. He cheers when he comes out on the white horse.
“…..would you turn that thing off? I’m trying to talk to you!”
Leonard walks over toward him and pulls his remote from Steve’s hand and shuts the TV off again.
“I need to make sure your focused on the task at hand this Sunday. Winning is of the utmost importance.”
Steve scratches his head.
“Uh…what’s going on Sunday?”
Leonard’s face begins to redden.
“I’m just kidding. Yeesh…don’t go all Ric Flair on me boss man.”
“This is serious, Steve! Those revolution punks have been a thorn in our side for too long. I want this Warfare match to be an example to them and anybody else who thinks it’s a good idea to rebel against the man who signs there paychecks. Lousy good for nothing ingrates. You give people chances…..world titles, National Titles….X-Division titles…tag team titles…..Coliseum’s…..pay per view main events…..and then they go and drop the ball. They can’t keep there grubby little hands on the belts, they can’t get it done when it matters and suddenly it’s my fault? Suddenly I’m holding them back? It just boggles my mind Steve….it just frustrates me to no end.”
Leonard clenches his fist and shakes it in anger. Awesome walks over to the bar and hands Fox the shot he had just poured for himself. Leonard thanks him and tosses it back in hopes that it might calm him down.
“Ahh. Gotta love Jack Daniels.”
He sets the shot glass down on the tray and wipes his mouth with a napkin.
“I just want the revolution eliminated. I want them all beaten to a bloody mess for sticking there noses where it doesn’t belong. I just-”
“Leonard.”
Steve puts a hand on Fox’s shoulder. He just flashes that smirk he’s known for and shakes his head.
“We got this. We’re the Front Office. The only thing that can beat us…is ourselves.”
Awesome grabs the remote from Leonard’s hand.
“Now…..let’s watch that commercial again!”
We open on Steve Awesome leaning against a brick wall. His hands were shoved in his pockets and that arrogant grin you all know and hate was present on his flawless face.
“When Leonard and I decided to ask the Young Guns to join our ranks in the Front Office….we both knew right at that moment that it was going to be huge. But even we had no idea exactly how huge it was going to be. It turned heads the world over. Nobody knew what to think. Perhaps the two most powerful entities in the entire nCw, The Front Office and the Young Guns….together? It just doesn’t get much better then that right there. We had it all. It was a perfect combination of talent, charisma, power, brains, and ego. Nobody could stop it. It was probably one of the most dangerous factions to ever walk the planet. But of course…..like all great things…..there are people who have to oppose it.”
He picks himself up off the wall and starts walking closer toward the camera.
“Brad Kane and Andrew Jacobsen thought they could destroy the Front Office. They joined forces and started sticking there noses in where it didn’t belong. It was almost like clock work. But yeah…nobody ever believed that those two could handle something so amazing like The Front Office. It only took one member to shut them up. Charlie made Jacobsen and Brad Kane his bitch in back to back months. You would think, after being so soundly defeated by someone so obviously better that you would realize your in over your head and just quit. But nope….they tucked tail and ran and they got a Mr. Will Washington to join there group.”
“Now that one…im actually a bit surprised about. I mean….wasn’t Will supposed to join us like four weeks ago? Will was going to be our next big star. He was going to get all the perks that came with being a member of this illustrious group and all he had to do was get rid of that little puissant Ian Kline. That was it Will. Just send his little fro hawk having ass packing to the curb and it would have been all over. But you couldn’t even do that could you? It was too much to see a fellow wrestler get beat up inside a wrestling ring. Apparently, Mister “War hero” lost his killer instinct. You claim to dislike me and the things I stand for Will, yet you wanted to join our group. But you didn’t because we roughed up your boyfriend. You didn’t even like the guy Will. What about Ian Kline was worth you getting your ass handed to you by six to seven guys? What about Ian Kline was worth throwing away a golden opportunity to work under Leonard Fox and learn from people like myself and Charlie Velez?”
Steve just shrugs his shoulders.
“I don’t know…I guess I’ll never understand some people. But then there is the final piece to the puzzle. My good buddy….Falcon. You know…it’s funny…as much as he talks you can just tell he doesn’t even want to be in this match. He wanted to be the valiant boyfriend to his elementary school girlfriend and beat up the vampire guy. But Adam beat him to it and now he’s stuck in the warfare match playing baby sitter to the naïve Jacobsen, the apathetic Brad Kane, and the Front Office reject Will Washington. But I’m not stupid….I know that despite the fact that Falcon doesn’t really care about this match…he’s going to give it his all inside the cage. And that’s good for the rest of them because Falcon won this match once before so that makes him a master. Yeah…whatever…..”
Steve rolls his eyes. He reaches up and pulls down the hood from his Lion’s hoodie and he flashes a grin.
“And that brings us to today. Enter the Revolution. It’s always a Revolution isn’t it? Somebody gets a wild hair up there ass and suddenly there a “revolutionary”. You think were holding you down? You think because of us little Andrew Jacobsen doesn’t get a chance to shine? Because of Leonard Fox, Brad Kane can’t be himself. Will’s little pride is hurt because we wouldn’t let him join our club? Falcon’s mad because…..well that dude has always been a little disgruntled. We havent held you back…..you hold yourselves back. A part from Falcon….all of you have failed to show anybody anything. Sure you’ve won a few championships but you all seem to fail when times are at there toughest. Leonard Fox is suppose to put a person like Brad Kane back into the main event when the dude can’t even bring himself to care about the movement he started in the first place? I’m supposed to hand over the torch to a guy like Jacobsen when his biggest wins come once every blue effing moon? Were supposed to make a hard working guy like Joe Everyman wait in line again because Will Washington won the coliseum that one time and then never really did anything else that important? No, the tag titles don’t count. Nobody cares about those belts except the Hollands.”
Leonard was right…it does boggle the mind. These guys babble about what they deserve and who should be where, but they can’t ever seem to prove it. Maybe that’s what this match is all about.
“It’s a noble cause Revolution…but now it’s put up or shut up. I know you all live in a world where everything is decided fairly and split up amongst everyone but here in real life….this is business. You don’t put a pitcher who can barely get a strike in at the world series. And you don’t put a bunch of whiny, losers into main event matches. It’s just the way things go and the sooner you realize it the better. You can talk about being held down and skipped over all you want…..but maybe if you tried not sucking every once in awhile you might see some changes. But then again…it might be too late. Because after we whip your revolutionary asses in all out warfare……Leonard and I are going to make sure you really know what it’s like to get buried. You may as well start calling me “trips” ha ha ha…..”
Awesome pulls his sunglasses out from his hoodie pocket and continues to laugh as he walks off camera.
Deuces.
“Love has always existed. Ever since the dawn of time.”
A buck and a doe come walking out from behind some bushes. They nuzzle up to each other and shortly after some little bambi’s come galloping up to there parents. The voice over guy continues.
“Anybody or anything can love. You just need the right two souls to come together. Sometimes it works out….”
The camera pans over to show a couple sitting on a picnic cloth. There arms were wrapped around each other and they were sipping wine out of each other’s glass.
“…..then sometimes…..it doesn’t.”
The man accidentally spills his glass over his girlfriend and she slaps him in the face and turns away with her arms crossed.
“They say love conquers all. But you need a special type of love to really win the battle. A love so pure, a love so perfect….it can only be described in one word…..”
The girl looks over to her left and what she see’s make’s her jaw drop to the ground. A giant white steed comes sauntering into the scene along the lake side. The camera starts to pan up. Past the white horses strong legs. Past the long flowing mane. Over the finely defined abs, and all the way up to those aviator sunglasses.
“…Awesome!”
Steve Awesome sits upon the horse, with his long black hair blowing in the wind. He reaches up and flicks his shades down onto the point of his nose so his deep green eyes could see over the lenses. He flashes that million dollar smile and winks into the camera.
“Fabio…..eat you’re heart out.”
*click*
The image collapses into a square then the completely fades away leaving the black screen of a plasma television. It reveals the reflection of Steve Awesome clutching a remote control in his hand. He was smiling from ear to ear…apparently he thinks that train wreck of a commercial was good.
“So…..what did you think? Is this going to be the number one show on cable or what?”
He nudges the man next to him. The man was Leonard Fox, boss, leader, mentor and surrogate father to the Face of the Franchise. Leonard doesn’t answer right away. He just stares at the imageless TV screen with an eyebrow raised and his jaw open. A look you might reserve for train wrecks. Awesome nods his head in agreement.
“Speechless eh? I know….that part where I come out on a white horse and my hair does that wind blow thing, got me too. Did you get goose bumps too?”
Leonard wasn’t exactly sure what to say. He wasn’t exactly sure if this whole “reality show” thing was a good idea to start with.
“Uh yeah…..it was great. So you’re really going through with this then? This whole “reality show” business?”
Awesome glances over at Leonard like he was an idiot.
“Come on Leo….a giant mansion with a bunch of hott chicks roaming around. Pining for me and waiting for there chance to get in my pants…..wich I wont even be wearing…because that’s totally allowed!”
Leonard nods his head and rubs his chin.
“Hmm….yeah I guess that’s your nirvana.”
Leonard shrugs and walks over toward the bar he had in his house. And he starts poring drinks for himself and Steve.
“Look Steve….I’m sure that’s going to be a great experience for you and all. But I’m hoping that it doesn’t take your mind off of-”
Leonard turns around and notices Steve watching the commercial again. He cheers when he comes out on the white horse.
“…..would you turn that thing off? I’m trying to talk to you!”
Leonard walks over toward him and pulls his remote from Steve’s hand and shuts the TV off again.
“I need to make sure your focused on the task at hand this Sunday. Winning is of the utmost importance.”
Steve scratches his head.
“Uh…what’s going on Sunday?”
Leonard’s face begins to redden.
“I’m just kidding. Yeesh…don’t go all Ric Flair on me boss man.”
“This is serious, Steve! Those revolution punks have been a thorn in our side for too long. I want this Warfare match to be an example to them and anybody else who thinks it’s a good idea to rebel against the man who signs there paychecks. Lousy good for nothing ingrates. You give people chances…..world titles, National Titles….X-Division titles…tag team titles…..Coliseum’s…..pay per view main events…..and then they go and drop the ball. They can’t keep there grubby little hands on the belts, they can’t get it done when it matters and suddenly it’s my fault? Suddenly I’m holding them back? It just boggles my mind Steve….it just frustrates me to no end.”
Leonard clenches his fist and shakes it in anger. Awesome walks over to the bar and hands Fox the shot he had just poured for himself. Leonard thanks him and tosses it back in hopes that it might calm him down.
“Ahh. Gotta love Jack Daniels.”
He sets the shot glass down on the tray and wipes his mouth with a napkin.
“I just want the revolution eliminated. I want them all beaten to a bloody mess for sticking there noses where it doesn’t belong. I just-”
“Leonard.”
Steve puts a hand on Fox’s shoulder. He just flashes that smirk he’s known for and shakes his head.
“We got this. We’re the Front Office. The only thing that can beat us…is ourselves.”
Awesome grabs the remote from Leonard’s hand.
“Now…..let’s watch that commercial again!”
We open on Steve Awesome leaning against a brick wall. His hands were shoved in his pockets and that arrogant grin you all know and hate was present on his flawless face.
“When Leonard and I decided to ask the Young Guns to join our ranks in the Front Office….we both knew right at that moment that it was going to be huge. But even we had no idea exactly how huge it was going to be. It turned heads the world over. Nobody knew what to think. Perhaps the two most powerful entities in the entire nCw, The Front Office and the Young Guns….together? It just doesn’t get much better then that right there. We had it all. It was a perfect combination of talent, charisma, power, brains, and ego. Nobody could stop it. It was probably one of the most dangerous factions to ever walk the planet. But of course…..like all great things…..there are people who have to oppose it.”
He picks himself up off the wall and starts walking closer toward the camera.
“Brad Kane and Andrew Jacobsen thought they could destroy the Front Office. They joined forces and started sticking there noses in where it didn’t belong. It was almost like clock work. But yeah…nobody ever believed that those two could handle something so amazing like The Front Office. It only took one member to shut them up. Charlie made Jacobsen and Brad Kane his bitch in back to back months. You would think, after being so soundly defeated by someone so obviously better that you would realize your in over your head and just quit. But nope….they tucked tail and ran and they got a Mr. Will Washington to join there group.”
“Now that one…im actually a bit surprised about. I mean….wasn’t Will supposed to join us like four weeks ago? Will was going to be our next big star. He was going to get all the perks that came with being a member of this illustrious group and all he had to do was get rid of that little puissant Ian Kline. That was it Will. Just send his little fro hawk having ass packing to the curb and it would have been all over. But you couldn’t even do that could you? It was too much to see a fellow wrestler get beat up inside a wrestling ring. Apparently, Mister “War hero” lost his killer instinct. You claim to dislike me and the things I stand for Will, yet you wanted to join our group. But you didn’t because we roughed up your boyfriend. You didn’t even like the guy Will. What about Ian Kline was worth you getting your ass handed to you by six to seven guys? What about Ian Kline was worth throwing away a golden opportunity to work under Leonard Fox and learn from people like myself and Charlie Velez?”
Steve just shrugs his shoulders.
“I don’t know…I guess I’ll never understand some people. But then there is the final piece to the puzzle. My good buddy….Falcon. You know…it’s funny…as much as he talks you can just tell he doesn’t even want to be in this match. He wanted to be the valiant boyfriend to his elementary school girlfriend and beat up the vampire guy. But Adam beat him to it and now he’s stuck in the warfare match playing baby sitter to the naïve Jacobsen, the apathetic Brad Kane, and the Front Office reject Will Washington. But I’m not stupid….I know that despite the fact that Falcon doesn’t really care about this match…he’s going to give it his all inside the cage. And that’s good for the rest of them because Falcon won this match once before so that makes him a master. Yeah…whatever…..”
Steve rolls his eyes. He reaches up and pulls down the hood from his Lion’s hoodie and he flashes a grin.
“And that brings us to today. Enter the Revolution. It’s always a Revolution isn’t it? Somebody gets a wild hair up there ass and suddenly there a “revolutionary”. You think were holding you down? You think because of us little Andrew Jacobsen doesn’t get a chance to shine? Because of Leonard Fox, Brad Kane can’t be himself. Will’s little pride is hurt because we wouldn’t let him join our club? Falcon’s mad because…..well that dude has always been a little disgruntled. We havent held you back…..you hold yourselves back. A part from Falcon….all of you have failed to show anybody anything. Sure you’ve won a few championships but you all seem to fail when times are at there toughest. Leonard Fox is suppose to put a person like Brad Kane back into the main event when the dude can’t even bring himself to care about the movement he started in the first place? I’m supposed to hand over the torch to a guy like Jacobsen when his biggest wins come once every blue effing moon? Were supposed to make a hard working guy like Joe Everyman wait in line again because Will Washington won the coliseum that one time and then never really did anything else that important? No, the tag titles don’t count. Nobody cares about those belts except the Hollands.”
Leonard was right…it does boggle the mind. These guys babble about what they deserve and who should be where, but they can’t ever seem to prove it. Maybe that’s what this match is all about.
“It’s a noble cause Revolution…but now it’s put up or shut up. I know you all live in a world where everything is decided fairly and split up amongst everyone but here in real life….this is business. You don’t put a pitcher who can barely get a strike in at the world series. And you don’t put a bunch of whiny, losers into main event matches. It’s just the way things go and the sooner you realize it the better. You can talk about being held down and skipped over all you want…..but maybe if you tried not sucking every once in awhile you might see some changes. But then again…it might be too late. Because after we whip your revolutionary asses in all out warfare……Leonard and I are going to make sure you really know what it’s like to get buried. You may as well start calling me “trips” ha ha ha…..”
Awesome pulls his sunglasses out from his hoodie pocket and continues to laugh as he walks off camera.
Deuces.