Post by Steve Awesome on Feb 6, 2011 6:22:13 GMT -6
“You hate me, don’t you Andrew?”
We open up, once again to the face of Steve Awesome. He stares into the camera with that pretty boy swag of his.
“A lot of people hate me.”
He brings up both his hands so that he could list them on his fingers.
“Falcon, Angel, Adam Knite, Kelly Knite, Xavior Cross, Trent Helms, The Ace, Lance Ryan, Jack Manson, Brad Kane…and I could go on but I just ran out of fingers.”
He smiles and shrugs holding up all five fingers on both hands and waving them around.
“Point is, I know when somebody hates me. I can tell when I look into there eyes. You just get this overwhelming feeling that they wish you were dead. And you….”
He smirks and points into the camera lens. Wagging his finger up and down as he does so.
“…you definitely hate me. I guess all I really had to do to find that out was listen to you for a couple minutes but this goes much deeper then that. This goes past all the insults. This goes beyond what I did to your mother and it doesn’t even go near what I did to your father. There’s something else entirely. You hate me Andrew….simply because I have what you want.”
“You hate me because I possess the one thing that you strive to get but yet can’t. You absolutely despise the fact that even though I have it and a lot of it, I just don’t care that much about it. You hate me Andrew because the whole wrestling world……
“Respects me.”
He underlines the word with his fingers as it flows through his mouth.
“That’s all you really want from anybody. Somebody to take you serious. Somebody to look at you like a legitimate contender and not some joke. You’ve won the X-Division title twice, fought in a Warfare Match, are friend zoned by the most underrated female wrestler in nCw, Zelda Knite, and yet no matter what you do, who you beat, you’re a joke. A boring, unfunny, Chris Benoit joke. Meanwhile, I can sit here in my house and have sex with your mom, and host my own reality show and I still have a place at the top of the card. Hell, I’m so world renowned, other wrestling companies put me in there main events, without me even working a match with them.
You hate me, because no matter what I do. No matter who I beat up, the whole world pays to see me. I spent a whole summer trying to steal a mans wife. I tried to steal the world title on multiple occasions and I even forced your cute little wannabe girlfriend Zelda Knite to tap out. What happens? I’m rewarded! Falcon taps his girlfriend in the face and gets suspended for a month, meanwhile I try to pull her shoulder out of socket and I get the heel of the year award.
Do you know why?
Because despite all my little nefarious means, they don’t call me the best in the whole wide world for a reason Andrew. I’m still, one hundred percent capable of completely out wrestling and out classing you on any given night Andrew. I can whip the mat with your Bret Hart wannabe ass. You did more then me in your first year? For real? I won the nCw world championship in my first year, did you? I did enough in my first year to warrant a Hall of Fame spot in my second year. All you’ve ever done was lose to everyone on the roster and bore the piss out of everyone while doing it. From the moment I stepped through those doors I was a star, Jacobsen. An immediate upward climb from Suspense curtain jerker to certifiable legend. You’ve been a bumbling, happy-go-lucky douche bag since your debut and its taken you this long to be able to even grasp the concept of a promo.
You hate me because the respect, the fame, the status it all just comes so easily to me. It’s like I don’t even have to try most of the time. ”
He just stares into the camera, a grin on his face from ear to ear. He was basking in his superiority and rubbing it in Andrew’s face.
“Don’t hate me because I’m the freaking man, Andrew. Your only going to stress yourself out……”
We open up in the Steve Awesome home. Of course the guy is going to stay in his home while nCw is in the Motor City. He stands in front of the mirror inside his bedroom and checks out himself and the clothes he was wearing. Designer black jeans with a chain running from his wallet to his front belt loop. A “Beware the Dragon’s Wrath” t-shirt, and of course his classic shades. He looked good….as always….but he couldn’t help feeling less then excited.
“*sigh* This is gonna suck…..”
He was talking about an autograph signing to be held later tonight. Even though he was such a popular name he really hated signing autographs. All the stupid, smarky, know it all fans asking him stupid questions. Standing in front of him and reciting useless bits of information about his life. Touchy-feely-teeny boppers asking for pictures. This usually lasted for hours and usually by the fifteen minute mark all Awesome wanted to do was flip the table and bail.
“I need to find someone to go with me.”
That was easier said then done though. Even before he started thinking he was running out of options. Trent Helms was a no go and any other potential friend was either not with the company or just didn’t exist. There was one other option…well two actually. He steps away from the mirror and walks out of his room and into the living room where Jayson Matthews sat on the floor playing Playstation 3 and Mandi Matthews sat on the sofa reading a book.
“Hey guys….”
Mandi lowers her book at the sound of his voice revealing a glare pointed right at him.
“Ohh….look who suddenly has some time for us, Jayson.”
Jayson pauses his video game and looks up at his wrestling teacher. The usual dumb look on his face replaced with a scowl of his own.
“Oh hey Steve…I haven’t seen you since you fed me to Jacobsen two weeks ago. Thanks for the phone call ass bag.”
Both the Matthews siblings scoff at his presence and go back to the things that were keeping them occupied.
“I was just wondering if you guys wanted to go to this autograph signing down at Cobo tonight? I could use the company. We can just sit at the table and poke fun at the make-a-wish kids. Remember how fun that is Jayson?”
Mandi lets out a mighty harrumph from behind her book.
“Oh now you want our company? What about when the doctors were checking Jayson for herniated disks in his spine. He could have used your company then.”
Jayson hops to his knees his hands on his hips.
“Why should I do anything with you man? Jacobsen was stretching me out and you didn’t do anything to help me?”
Awesome reaches into his pocket and pulls out a snickers.
“Because I have candy?”
Mandi drops her book to her lap and just shakes her head.
“Typical Steve. Really typical. Using things to bribe people into being your friend. Well it isn’t going to work this time. Right Jayson? Right?”
She looks up to find Jayson holding the snickers in his hand enjoying a nice nougaty bite.
“Sorry sis. But the man drives a hard bargain.”
Jayson sinks his teeth into the bar and rips another piece off of it. Mandi sighs and stands up from the chair.
“You might have been able to sway my little brother, but your not going to sway me. I want an apology from you Steve. Something that makes me believe you feel remorse for your actions. Anything.”
Mandi stands there, fuming with anger and all Steve can do is just start laughing. It’s funny to see her get worked up over something that was never going to happen.
“Why in the hell should I care what you want? You of all people should know that I’m not a very nice person. You should know that for the majority of the time I’m going to do whatever the hell I want to do. I could care less if you want an apology from me. I don’t have remorse for me actions Mandi. I never do.”
Mandi was seeing red at this point. She couldn’t believe just how stubborn Steve was. How could someone be so talented and so gifted yet not care about anything around him. She could only think of one thing to say.
“And that’s why you’ll never be truly happy.”
And she walks off. Steve still didn’t care one way or the other but it made her feel good to finally say something to him.
“Now let me tell you why I hate you.”
We come back to Steve in front of the handi cam. This time there’s no smile just darkness.
“Let’s start with the obvious reasons. I hate how overly-optimistic you are. I hate how much of a piece of garbage you are. I hate how boring you are….oh my Goodness you can get it done in the ring….so can just about anybody else on the roster. Jimmy Turner knows how to wrestle in the ring but lord knows nobody wants to watch Jimmy Turner do anything.
I hate how you tried to rip on me for making a transvestite joke on Emma when in all actuality I was actually calling Temp-a-whatever the transvestite. I know Emma is a chick, that’s just what all Mexican women look like. I just think you have a dirty mind…or maybe she really does have a penis and your just afraid to admit it.
I hate how unbelievably deluded you are. Rising star? You’ve accomplished more then me in your first year? Come on Andrew, look at the facts here. You’re a loser. The perennial jobber to the stars. I know deep down in your heart you believe that but yet your just so adamant about calling yourself a star.
I hate a lot about you Andrew.
But let me tell you what I hate the most.
He reaches up and pulls off his sunglasses. His teeth begin to grind as he starts to think about it.
“No matter what happens…..no matter what I’ve done. The insults, the mind games, banging your mom, injuring your dad, taking you out of the Riot after you fought all the way from number one, none of it….seems to break you!”
He slaps his own forehead and slowly drags it down his face.
“Nothing seems to slow you down. You can lose for three months straight and still come in the next week with a smile on your face and the thought in your brain that this week is the week your luck changes. You can sit around and watch as another man you hate falls in love with your best friend and you can be happy for her. You got shot down by Zelda and you can still sit there and be her friend. Nothing seems to slow you down. Nothing seems to break you down.”
Both his fists were clenched in front of him and he shakes them both with intensity as he thinks about it.
“I guess what I’m trying to say…is that I hate you because no matter what your still happy.”
He lowers his head.
“And I can’t stop it.”
He picks it back up. A devious smirk on his face.
“But what I can do, is beat you up and move on, Andrew. I can force you to say those three words. I can make you admit that I’m better then you and then never have to deal with your sorry ass again. You’ll heal Andrew, you’ll walk again some day and you’ll always have your friends and family with you, but I’ll always be superior. So this Sunday…..you bring your hate, I’ll bring mine….”
He smiles.
“And may the better man win.
Fade.
We open up, once again to the face of Steve Awesome. He stares into the camera with that pretty boy swag of his.
“A lot of people hate me.”
He brings up both his hands so that he could list them on his fingers.
“Falcon, Angel, Adam Knite, Kelly Knite, Xavior Cross, Trent Helms, The Ace, Lance Ryan, Jack Manson, Brad Kane…and I could go on but I just ran out of fingers.”
He smiles and shrugs holding up all five fingers on both hands and waving them around.
“Point is, I know when somebody hates me. I can tell when I look into there eyes. You just get this overwhelming feeling that they wish you were dead. And you….”
He smirks and points into the camera lens. Wagging his finger up and down as he does so.
“…you definitely hate me. I guess all I really had to do to find that out was listen to you for a couple minutes but this goes much deeper then that. This goes past all the insults. This goes beyond what I did to your mother and it doesn’t even go near what I did to your father. There’s something else entirely. You hate me Andrew….simply because I have what you want.”
“You hate me because I possess the one thing that you strive to get but yet can’t. You absolutely despise the fact that even though I have it and a lot of it, I just don’t care that much about it. You hate me Andrew because the whole wrestling world……
“Respects me.”
He underlines the word with his fingers as it flows through his mouth.
“That’s all you really want from anybody. Somebody to take you serious. Somebody to look at you like a legitimate contender and not some joke. You’ve won the X-Division title twice, fought in a Warfare Match, are friend zoned by the most underrated female wrestler in nCw, Zelda Knite, and yet no matter what you do, who you beat, you’re a joke. A boring, unfunny, Chris Benoit joke. Meanwhile, I can sit here in my house and have sex with your mom, and host my own reality show and I still have a place at the top of the card. Hell, I’m so world renowned, other wrestling companies put me in there main events, without me even working a match with them.
You hate me, because no matter what I do. No matter who I beat up, the whole world pays to see me. I spent a whole summer trying to steal a mans wife. I tried to steal the world title on multiple occasions and I even forced your cute little wannabe girlfriend Zelda Knite to tap out. What happens? I’m rewarded! Falcon taps his girlfriend in the face and gets suspended for a month, meanwhile I try to pull her shoulder out of socket and I get the heel of the year award.
Do you know why?
Because despite all my little nefarious means, they don’t call me the best in the whole wide world for a reason Andrew. I’m still, one hundred percent capable of completely out wrestling and out classing you on any given night Andrew. I can whip the mat with your Bret Hart wannabe ass. You did more then me in your first year? For real? I won the nCw world championship in my first year, did you? I did enough in my first year to warrant a Hall of Fame spot in my second year. All you’ve ever done was lose to everyone on the roster and bore the piss out of everyone while doing it. From the moment I stepped through those doors I was a star, Jacobsen. An immediate upward climb from Suspense curtain jerker to certifiable legend. You’ve been a bumbling, happy-go-lucky douche bag since your debut and its taken you this long to be able to even grasp the concept of a promo.
You hate me because the respect, the fame, the status it all just comes so easily to me. It’s like I don’t even have to try most of the time. ”
He just stares into the camera, a grin on his face from ear to ear. He was basking in his superiority and rubbing it in Andrew’s face.
“Don’t hate me because I’m the freaking man, Andrew. Your only going to stress yourself out……”
We open up in the Steve Awesome home. Of course the guy is going to stay in his home while nCw is in the Motor City. He stands in front of the mirror inside his bedroom and checks out himself and the clothes he was wearing. Designer black jeans with a chain running from his wallet to his front belt loop. A “Beware the Dragon’s Wrath” t-shirt, and of course his classic shades. He looked good….as always….but he couldn’t help feeling less then excited.
“*sigh* This is gonna suck…..”
He was talking about an autograph signing to be held later tonight. Even though he was such a popular name he really hated signing autographs. All the stupid, smarky, know it all fans asking him stupid questions. Standing in front of him and reciting useless bits of information about his life. Touchy-feely-teeny boppers asking for pictures. This usually lasted for hours and usually by the fifteen minute mark all Awesome wanted to do was flip the table and bail.
“I need to find someone to go with me.”
That was easier said then done though. Even before he started thinking he was running out of options. Trent Helms was a no go and any other potential friend was either not with the company or just didn’t exist. There was one other option…well two actually. He steps away from the mirror and walks out of his room and into the living room where Jayson Matthews sat on the floor playing Playstation 3 and Mandi Matthews sat on the sofa reading a book.
“Hey guys….”
Mandi lowers her book at the sound of his voice revealing a glare pointed right at him.
“Ohh….look who suddenly has some time for us, Jayson.”
Jayson pauses his video game and looks up at his wrestling teacher. The usual dumb look on his face replaced with a scowl of his own.
“Oh hey Steve…I haven’t seen you since you fed me to Jacobsen two weeks ago. Thanks for the phone call ass bag.”
Both the Matthews siblings scoff at his presence and go back to the things that were keeping them occupied.
“I was just wondering if you guys wanted to go to this autograph signing down at Cobo tonight? I could use the company. We can just sit at the table and poke fun at the make-a-wish kids. Remember how fun that is Jayson?”
Mandi lets out a mighty harrumph from behind her book.
“Oh now you want our company? What about when the doctors were checking Jayson for herniated disks in his spine. He could have used your company then.”
Jayson hops to his knees his hands on his hips.
“Why should I do anything with you man? Jacobsen was stretching me out and you didn’t do anything to help me?”
Awesome reaches into his pocket and pulls out a snickers.
“Because I have candy?”
Mandi drops her book to her lap and just shakes her head.
“Typical Steve. Really typical. Using things to bribe people into being your friend. Well it isn’t going to work this time. Right Jayson? Right?”
She looks up to find Jayson holding the snickers in his hand enjoying a nice nougaty bite.
“Sorry sis. But the man drives a hard bargain.”
Jayson sinks his teeth into the bar and rips another piece off of it. Mandi sighs and stands up from the chair.
“You might have been able to sway my little brother, but your not going to sway me. I want an apology from you Steve. Something that makes me believe you feel remorse for your actions. Anything.”
Mandi stands there, fuming with anger and all Steve can do is just start laughing. It’s funny to see her get worked up over something that was never going to happen.
“Why in the hell should I care what you want? You of all people should know that I’m not a very nice person. You should know that for the majority of the time I’m going to do whatever the hell I want to do. I could care less if you want an apology from me. I don’t have remorse for me actions Mandi. I never do.”
Mandi was seeing red at this point. She couldn’t believe just how stubborn Steve was. How could someone be so talented and so gifted yet not care about anything around him. She could only think of one thing to say.
“And that’s why you’ll never be truly happy.”
And she walks off. Steve still didn’t care one way or the other but it made her feel good to finally say something to him.
“Now let me tell you why I hate you.”
We come back to Steve in front of the handi cam. This time there’s no smile just darkness.
“Let’s start with the obvious reasons. I hate how overly-optimistic you are. I hate how much of a piece of garbage you are. I hate how boring you are….oh my Goodness you can get it done in the ring….so can just about anybody else on the roster. Jimmy Turner knows how to wrestle in the ring but lord knows nobody wants to watch Jimmy Turner do anything.
I hate how you tried to rip on me for making a transvestite joke on Emma when in all actuality I was actually calling Temp-a-whatever the transvestite. I know Emma is a chick, that’s just what all Mexican women look like. I just think you have a dirty mind…or maybe she really does have a penis and your just afraid to admit it.
I hate how unbelievably deluded you are. Rising star? You’ve accomplished more then me in your first year? Come on Andrew, look at the facts here. You’re a loser. The perennial jobber to the stars. I know deep down in your heart you believe that but yet your just so adamant about calling yourself a star.
I hate a lot about you Andrew.
But let me tell you what I hate the most.
He reaches up and pulls off his sunglasses. His teeth begin to grind as he starts to think about it.
“No matter what happens…..no matter what I’ve done. The insults, the mind games, banging your mom, injuring your dad, taking you out of the Riot after you fought all the way from number one, none of it….seems to break you!”
He slaps his own forehead and slowly drags it down his face.
“Nothing seems to slow you down. You can lose for three months straight and still come in the next week with a smile on your face and the thought in your brain that this week is the week your luck changes. You can sit around and watch as another man you hate falls in love with your best friend and you can be happy for her. You got shot down by Zelda and you can still sit there and be her friend. Nothing seems to slow you down. Nothing seems to break you down.”
Both his fists were clenched in front of him and he shakes them both with intensity as he thinks about it.
“I guess what I’m trying to say…is that I hate you because no matter what your still happy.”
He lowers his head.
“And I can’t stop it.”
He picks it back up. A devious smirk on his face.
“But what I can do, is beat you up and move on, Andrew. I can force you to say those three words. I can make you admit that I’m better then you and then never have to deal with your sorry ass again. You’ll heal Andrew, you’ll walk again some day and you’ll always have your friends and family with you, but I’ll always be superior. So this Sunday…..you bring your hate, I’ll bring mine….”
He smiles.
“And may the better man win.
Fade.