Post by Steve Awesome on Sept 19, 2010 5:15:25 GMT -6
“Your not going to change anything.”
Close up on Steve’s face as the scene opens.
“No matter what happens in this little warfare match……you don’t change a thing. You guys do realize this right? You might break up our little team….we all might go our separate ways…..but what do you ultimately achieve? What does the revolution finally change?”
He stands there as if he awaited the answer.
“Nothing.”
A smile spreads out on his face.
“Because I can assure you that win or lose….it’s not going to break my stride. I’m just going to keep on, keeping on like I always do, like only the Face of the Franchise can. Win or lose, your not going to keep Ron Gibson from doing his thing, your not going to stop Charlie and Joe from being who they are. You may break up what is commonly referred to as The Front Office but you can’t stop who we are and what we do.
I’m still going to be the Face of the Franchise whether you like it or not. I’m still going to be breaking hearts and winning wrestling matches, like I do most of the time as it is. The best Hall of Famer there is. A certifiable legend round these parts and the one dude everyone’s mom has a crush on.
Charlie and Joe, are going to continue right on down the road becoming the next big things, right before Washington and Jacobsen. Future world champions, future hall of famers. With or without Leonard Fox backing them.
Ron Gibson will…..well you know he’ll just continue being Ron Gibson.
“You could very well pull off the big win this Sunday and accomplish….whatever the hell it is your looking to accomplish. You can break us up, you can move Leonard Fox from the equation all together but after the dust has settled and the next Sunday night on Collision when you lose your next match and we keep on winning ours……you’ll realize one thing.
We may have represented Leonard Fox and The Front Office……but WE were the ones inside that ring.”
Steve Awesome counted the seconds off the microwave screen. Each second was another second closer to the crispy flaky goodness of a Hot Pocket. One of Leonard Fox’s hot pockets to be exact. Free stuff always seemed to taste better. Leonard enters the kitchen.
“Were going to have a team meeting of our own.”
Awesome’s look of anticipation fell to the tiles of the counter.
“Your still on this?”
Leo shrugs.
“Look, I saw Will Washington and the rest of the Revolution do it and I figured…it couldn’t hurt to have one for ourselves.”
“Good idea….except one problem.”
Steve opens the microwave after it beeps and drops the flaky treat down onto a plate and sets it aside to let it cool off.
“Nobody else on our team seems to like us.”
“Ron likes us.”
“You really want to invite Ron into your house?”
Leonard thinks it through and seems a bit frightened at the thoughts that pop up.
“Yeah…great point. But…I don’t know what else to do Steve, I need to make sure my team is on the same page.”
“I’m pretty sure we will be.”
Leonard was surprised at how sure Steve sounded.
“Joe and Charlie might not like us very much….but they hate the Revolution more. And I know they want nothing more then to shut them up once and for all.”
Leonard looks content with what Steve just said for a moment, but I doesn’t last very long.
“I don’t know…I’m still going to send out a group text. Maybe we can get the others to say what you said. Then maybe I can get some sleep.”
Leonard heads out the door leaving Steve alone with his precious. He picks up the Hot Pocket and takes a bite out of it. His eyes rolls back in his head in shear delight.
“Will Washington…..shut up.”
Steve shakes his head in pure disgust.
“What…am I supposed to cower in fear now that the great and merciless Will Washington just got done spouting threats about destruction and violence from the study of his damn town house? You think your some hardened war vet? Last war you were in Will you lead a brigade to there deaths and then the army let you go home because you got your ass handed to you by Afghani’s. So excuse me if I’m not so quick to be frightened by some trust fund asshole with a big mouth and nothing to show for it.”
“So what makes you a hero? Because you just so happen to be fighting on the Revolution’s side? If anybody can’t be trusted its you. You Will are just like us. Hell you wanted to be us. You wanted to be a part of us. We gave you the opportunities. The perks. And you took them with open arms. The Front Office was all you ever wanted to be, but then you got beat down, and now suddenly it’s screw The Front Office. You can stand there in your little three piece suit and talk about how were worthless or whatever it is you say about me and my partners. But I know better…..I know how you really are….and I know you have a price….just like me.
Awesome runs a palm through his hair.
“Speaking of being just like me……Andrew Jacobsen wants to be Steve Awesome when he grows up. He wants to have girls follow him around and not trannies, he wants to have the status that I do when I walk into a room. He wants the revere I get in the locker room. More importantly, he wants the respect that I have. To that I say….it could happen.”
He tries to keep a straight face but eventually the chuckles break through.
“What? It is. In the next ten to twenty years I bet Andrew Jacobsen might be a world champion. I mean he even had his big boy pants on today when he told me off, boy howdy. Listen you little virginal boy scout……I don’t care what minute thing you did that you shape and mold into seeming sort of like something decent. Your still nothing in my eyes. Oh…you took Velez to the limit….yeah but you still lost. Your going to make me tap out? Yeah I highly doubt that, kid. Because you’ll have your hands full with your own ass after I hand it to you on a silver platter this Sunday. Your going to be the one to crush me into the cement? Way cooler people have tried and failed tough guy…..
It’s been hours since the group text and nobody has shown up. Leonard looks distraught, Steve looks satisfied. Probably thinking about how awesome he is. They both sit and wait, watching out a window.
“No one is going to show up.”
“Didn’t I tell you that earlier?”
Leonard buries his head in his palm and that’s when Steve Awesome notices the headlights shining down the drive way. Awesome nudges Leonard.
“Get a load of this.”
Leonard looks up and a look of shock forms on his face.
“I can’t believe this. Somebody actually came. Is it Joe? Or is it Charlie…I can’t tell.”
Leonard steps away from the window and heads for the door. They both make it outside to find the limo off and sitting in the driveway. No driver gets out and nobody steps out of the back. Leonard slowly approaches the limo. He walks toward the door and reaches out to grip the handle when suddenly, Ron Gibson’s head pops out of the moon roof!
“It’s time to party!
The limo door swings open and out steps Ron Gibson and Russell from the limo. Ron hands Russel the beer.
“Okay…go inside and start setting up for spin the bottle. Were going to start this party right!”
Ron heads inside Leonard’s house as he looks on in horror.
“Brad Kane…I gotta question.”
Awesome leans toward the camera.
“Why should I care about you? You’re always asking peple why you should care. Why you should care about nCw…and my answer is….I don’t know. If you can’t think of a single reason then it seems more like a personal problem. But if you don’t care…..then why should I?
He shrugs.
“Then of course these Falcon. Listen birdo, I’d like to feel bad about ruining all your “hard work” in changing me…but I don’t. I just can’t bring myself to do it. I tried doing things your way Falcon. I played it down the straight and narrow. I did and said things that the people loved…..they made me into the biggest superstar in nCw….but then I got involved with emotions and feelings and I acted on them and it all went down the drain. The people turned on me because I loved Kelly. The people who loved and adored me turn there backs when I could have used them the most. So now I’m here, getting the perks from Leonard. Getting title shots and pay per views with my face on the banner, living a good life. I don’t care……I’m cool with it.
“I know you can’t understand it and I’m sure there’s countless scenarios that you could warn me about but you know what Kyle….I don’t need you to protect me. I don’t need your deep seeded advice or your mind puzzling riddles or the warnings or anything. I’m a big boy….I can take care of myself. What you did happened two years ago man….things change. Things aren’t so damn black and white anymore. I’m just going to do things my way and if that means cutting a few throats along the way then so be it. It’s the nature of the beast. But I know you know deep down inside that despite the short cuts and the group warfare…I’m just as deadly by myself.”
“And it doesn’t matter what happens at Battlegrounds. You guys could beat us…we could beat you. The Front Office could end or we could wind up stronger then ever…….as long as I’m still Steve Awesome when it’s all said and done……you’ll never be on top.
Deuces.
Close up on Steve’s face as the scene opens.
“No matter what happens in this little warfare match……you don’t change a thing. You guys do realize this right? You might break up our little team….we all might go our separate ways…..but what do you ultimately achieve? What does the revolution finally change?”
He stands there as if he awaited the answer.
“Nothing.”
A smile spreads out on his face.
“Because I can assure you that win or lose….it’s not going to break my stride. I’m just going to keep on, keeping on like I always do, like only the Face of the Franchise can. Win or lose, your not going to keep Ron Gibson from doing his thing, your not going to stop Charlie and Joe from being who they are. You may break up what is commonly referred to as The Front Office but you can’t stop who we are and what we do.
I’m still going to be the Face of the Franchise whether you like it or not. I’m still going to be breaking hearts and winning wrestling matches, like I do most of the time as it is. The best Hall of Famer there is. A certifiable legend round these parts and the one dude everyone’s mom has a crush on.
Charlie and Joe, are going to continue right on down the road becoming the next big things, right before Washington and Jacobsen. Future world champions, future hall of famers. With or without Leonard Fox backing them.
Ron Gibson will…..well you know he’ll just continue being Ron Gibson.
“You could very well pull off the big win this Sunday and accomplish….whatever the hell it is your looking to accomplish. You can break us up, you can move Leonard Fox from the equation all together but after the dust has settled and the next Sunday night on Collision when you lose your next match and we keep on winning ours……you’ll realize one thing.
We may have represented Leonard Fox and The Front Office……but WE were the ones inside that ring.”
Steve Awesome counted the seconds off the microwave screen. Each second was another second closer to the crispy flaky goodness of a Hot Pocket. One of Leonard Fox’s hot pockets to be exact. Free stuff always seemed to taste better. Leonard enters the kitchen.
“Were going to have a team meeting of our own.”
Awesome’s look of anticipation fell to the tiles of the counter.
“Your still on this?”
Leo shrugs.
“Look, I saw Will Washington and the rest of the Revolution do it and I figured…it couldn’t hurt to have one for ourselves.”
“Good idea….except one problem.”
Steve opens the microwave after it beeps and drops the flaky treat down onto a plate and sets it aside to let it cool off.
“Nobody else on our team seems to like us.”
“Ron likes us.”
“You really want to invite Ron into your house?”
Leonard thinks it through and seems a bit frightened at the thoughts that pop up.
“Yeah…great point. But…I don’t know what else to do Steve, I need to make sure my team is on the same page.”
“I’m pretty sure we will be.”
Leonard was surprised at how sure Steve sounded.
“Joe and Charlie might not like us very much….but they hate the Revolution more. And I know they want nothing more then to shut them up once and for all.”
Leonard looks content with what Steve just said for a moment, but I doesn’t last very long.
“I don’t know…I’m still going to send out a group text. Maybe we can get the others to say what you said. Then maybe I can get some sleep.”
Leonard heads out the door leaving Steve alone with his precious. He picks up the Hot Pocket and takes a bite out of it. His eyes rolls back in his head in shear delight.
“Will Washington…..shut up.”
Steve shakes his head in pure disgust.
“What…am I supposed to cower in fear now that the great and merciless Will Washington just got done spouting threats about destruction and violence from the study of his damn town house? You think your some hardened war vet? Last war you were in Will you lead a brigade to there deaths and then the army let you go home because you got your ass handed to you by Afghani’s. So excuse me if I’m not so quick to be frightened by some trust fund asshole with a big mouth and nothing to show for it.”
“So what makes you a hero? Because you just so happen to be fighting on the Revolution’s side? If anybody can’t be trusted its you. You Will are just like us. Hell you wanted to be us. You wanted to be a part of us. We gave you the opportunities. The perks. And you took them with open arms. The Front Office was all you ever wanted to be, but then you got beat down, and now suddenly it’s screw The Front Office. You can stand there in your little three piece suit and talk about how were worthless or whatever it is you say about me and my partners. But I know better…..I know how you really are….and I know you have a price….just like me.
Awesome runs a palm through his hair.
“Speaking of being just like me……Andrew Jacobsen wants to be Steve Awesome when he grows up. He wants to have girls follow him around and not trannies, he wants to have the status that I do when I walk into a room. He wants the revere I get in the locker room. More importantly, he wants the respect that I have. To that I say….it could happen.”
He tries to keep a straight face but eventually the chuckles break through.
“What? It is. In the next ten to twenty years I bet Andrew Jacobsen might be a world champion. I mean he even had his big boy pants on today when he told me off, boy howdy. Listen you little virginal boy scout……I don’t care what minute thing you did that you shape and mold into seeming sort of like something decent. Your still nothing in my eyes. Oh…you took Velez to the limit….yeah but you still lost. Your going to make me tap out? Yeah I highly doubt that, kid. Because you’ll have your hands full with your own ass after I hand it to you on a silver platter this Sunday. Your going to be the one to crush me into the cement? Way cooler people have tried and failed tough guy…..
It’s been hours since the group text and nobody has shown up. Leonard looks distraught, Steve looks satisfied. Probably thinking about how awesome he is. They both sit and wait, watching out a window.
“No one is going to show up.”
“Didn’t I tell you that earlier?”
Leonard buries his head in his palm and that’s when Steve Awesome notices the headlights shining down the drive way. Awesome nudges Leonard.
“Get a load of this.”
Leonard looks up and a look of shock forms on his face.
“I can’t believe this. Somebody actually came. Is it Joe? Or is it Charlie…I can’t tell.”
Leonard steps away from the window and heads for the door. They both make it outside to find the limo off and sitting in the driveway. No driver gets out and nobody steps out of the back. Leonard slowly approaches the limo. He walks toward the door and reaches out to grip the handle when suddenly, Ron Gibson’s head pops out of the moon roof!
“It’s time to party!
The limo door swings open and out steps Ron Gibson and Russell from the limo. Ron hands Russel the beer.
“Okay…go inside and start setting up for spin the bottle. Were going to start this party right!”
Ron heads inside Leonard’s house as he looks on in horror.
“Brad Kane…I gotta question.”
Awesome leans toward the camera.
“Why should I care about you? You’re always asking peple why you should care. Why you should care about nCw…and my answer is….I don’t know. If you can’t think of a single reason then it seems more like a personal problem. But if you don’t care…..then why should I?
He shrugs.
“Then of course these Falcon. Listen birdo, I’d like to feel bad about ruining all your “hard work” in changing me…but I don’t. I just can’t bring myself to do it. I tried doing things your way Falcon. I played it down the straight and narrow. I did and said things that the people loved…..they made me into the biggest superstar in nCw….but then I got involved with emotions and feelings and I acted on them and it all went down the drain. The people turned on me because I loved Kelly. The people who loved and adored me turn there backs when I could have used them the most. So now I’m here, getting the perks from Leonard. Getting title shots and pay per views with my face on the banner, living a good life. I don’t care……I’m cool with it.
“I know you can’t understand it and I’m sure there’s countless scenarios that you could warn me about but you know what Kyle….I don’t need you to protect me. I don’t need your deep seeded advice or your mind puzzling riddles or the warnings or anything. I’m a big boy….I can take care of myself. What you did happened two years ago man….things change. Things aren’t so damn black and white anymore. I’m just going to do things my way and if that means cutting a few throats along the way then so be it. It’s the nature of the beast. But I know you know deep down inside that despite the short cuts and the group warfare…I’m just as deadly by myself.”
“And it doesn’t matter what happens at Battlegrounds. You guys could beat us…we could beat you. The Front Office could end or we could wind up stronger then ever…….as long as I’m still Steve Awesome when it’s all said and done……you’ll never be on top.
Deuces.