Post by Steve Awesome on Apr 16, 2011 14:18:19 GMT -6
“I have a question…..”
The Face of the Franchise was just chilling. He was posted up against a wall staring into the camera like he thinks he’s cute, or he knows he’s sexy, almost like he’s got the looks that drive the girls wild. He’s just a sexy boy, and it doesn’t take rocket science to know that.
“…When the hell is Alex Jone’s going to stop crying? I mean he just stands in a room and gets all pissy because nobody takes him serious. Nobody thinks I should be here wahhhhhh, everyone says I’m a failure cryyyyyy, I’m not a failure….I was screwed stomp stomp tantrum tantrum. Ugh, give me a break. Here Alex, because I’m tired of hearing your crap all the time I’m going to tone down the ego maniacal hub bub for two seconds and force myself to admit something that could possibly kill me. Okay hear it goes…..”
He does a few warm up stretches. Really working the shoulder area and a couple of squats to op it all off.
“Alex Jones……might have……possibly….slightly…..by like this much…..”
He extends his arm with his thumb and his index finger practically touching each other. He pulls his arm back and glances around the room with a reluctant grimace on his face. He sighs deep and just says the first part as quick as he could.
“…..deservedaworldtitleshot.”
He staggers back and clutches his heart like he’s about to go into cardiac arrest. His face contorts into a look of utter disgust as if he just has the most God awful taste in his mouth. He quickly cocks his head to the side and spit’s a loogey on the floor.
“Ugh…..that was horrible for me to say.”
He holds his stomach.
“I feel sick. Like literally sick to my stomach. But I guess in some twisted way it’s true.”
He dry heaves, holds up the one moment finger, and spits off to the side again.
“I guess when you really look at it Alex, throughout the three years you’ve been employed in this company you’ve probably clocked like a full years worth of actual in ring action. You’ve beat a couple people worth mentioning and I suppose…if I had to give you one compliment…it would be that you’re a tenacious little douche in girl pants and most people who face you better bring at least there B game. And you did pin Charlie Velez in that Death Cage. That sort of made you number one contender, even though you forgot to note that I pinned you before you even had your shot so by your logic, that should have sent you back home and I should have been the one in the world title match. But hey, the world is full of shouldas and couldas and It doesn’t do anybody any good dwelling on moments you can’t change. That’s something you might want to write down Alex….”
Steve holds for a dramatic pause. And also so Alex can actually write that down. He needs to remember that desperately.
“But the fact remains that you got your shot…and you lost. Then….that should have been it. You should have stepped back to the back of the line but no, and this is the part that really pisses me off, you not only get an opportunity to get another title shot but if you happened to lose that, and we all knew you were going to because I mean come on….it’s Rob effing Diamond the dude doesn’t lose…..you get a free pass into the Coliseum. THAT’S where we have the issue Alex. You, a loser twice over, get’s yet another chance to get the world title and it’s all because you feel like you got screwed and won’t shut the hell up about it. Well guess what Alex…..people get screwed by people in wrestling all the time. I’ve been screwed before. I’ve done a whole hell of a lot of screwing too. You’ve screwed people, they’ve been screwed, two people screw one person at the same time, some times there’s a just a big pile of people screwing anybody that moves….nCw is one gigantic orgy Alex, and if you don’t want to be screwed….you either grip your balls in your hand and start doing the screwing or you just stop ****ing crying and take it up the ass like a good boy. You understand?”
A smirk suddenly grows on the once scowl dominate face of the former world champion. He slowly shakes his head and laughs to himself.
“Nah, you don’t get it. That’s why it took you two straight years just to try to fix the first problem you had. You think you can just disappear for months on end and then come back and were supposed to be up in arms about the return of the almighty Alex Jones. Even though you were pretty much defeated twice for the world title in back to back months, you still think you “deserve” more. Why?….
He puts up the finger quotes.
“..because you don’t go down easily?”
He leans forward and cups his mouth like it’s a secret.
“I’m sure Angel could confirm or deny that…..”
He chuckles to himself. Oral sex jokes are funny.
“…because you beat eleven world champions? Well that’s great Alex, because I’ve beaten all of them. I’ve been undefeated for the past two months Alex, I was beaten down to a bloody pulp by two monsters and I still managed to come back and pin you and win that match. I’m number two in the rankings, underneath the next world champion and my home slizzle Rob Diamond, I deserve a world title shot more then anybody, but I can’t just go out and call dibbies like you Alex. I have to earn it by competing in matches like The Coliseum were about to enter in less then a day. I guess that’s what pisses me off the most when I think about you AJ, you’re a waste of time with wasted opportunities and it’s time to put you back in your place. You may compete at a high level Alex but…and I hate to just steal this catchphrase but it totally fits…..but I am the freaking GAME! And since I’m stealing catchphrases….I’ll steal one from someone that you just love……
He clears his throat.
“This Sunday night at the Coliseum Alex…”
He pulls his sunglasses off. His eyes were filled with adrenaline and his mouth was twisted into a grin.
“….Game over.”
The mid day sun bounced off the jet black paint of the stretch limo pulling into the parking lot. There were a few people walking around and the immediately stop and block the sun from there eyes so they could see what was going on. The limo comes to a stop in front of the main doors of a nearby hotel somewhere in Memphis. The limo driver exits his driver’s seat and starts making the hike from the front to the back when suddenly one of the back doors swings open and Todd Williams steps out of it! The whitest X-Champion in nCw history runs from one side to the other, cuts the limo driver off and opens the other back door himself. Todd swings the door open all the way and steps back to admire the sight he’s about to behold. First it was a pair of high heels. Then a pair long caramel colored legs, a booty hidden under a red dress and a pair a big beautiful brown eyes. Todd just looks at her and smiles.
“Crystal baby, you look amazing.”
“Uh-huh.”
She says, barely even acknowledging her own husband. Instead she just keeps her nose pointed to her cell phone.
“I’m glad we get to spend this time together. It’s been tough with our schedules and everything.”
Crystal just keeps typing away at her cell phone as Todd stands next to her, admiring her stunning beauty. She was like a caramel treat that he wanted to unwrap. As Todd tries to think of the next thing he was going to say the limo driver walks up to them, clears his throat and extends his open palm. He obviously wanted to get paid. Crystal Hilton notices the creepy old limo driver staring at her awkwardly and she starts heading toward the door. She turns to Todd.
“Todd, sweetie, could you take care of that for me. I think I‘m going to go get ready to go for a swim.”
She heads in the doors and Todd is left with the limo driver. He starts fishing in his pockets for money. He opens his wallet and hands the driver his last hundred and he takes it and slides into his suit pocket.
“Thank you sir, now there is the matter of the luggage.”
The driver walks over to the trunk and pops it open. There was a huge haul of stuff back there. Almost as if Crystal took her whole wardrobe with her.
“Uh…..Crystal? Darling? You wanna grab one of these?”
But she was already gone. Where did she go? Up to her room by now. And with the glory of editing were going to go there now. Crystal quickly slides the card key into the door and it instantly opens up and allows her to go inside. She scans the whole room. Plasma screen television, stocked mini bar, naked Steve Awesome, a Ficus plant…..wait a minute….she quickly turns back to see Steve Awesome standing near the bed with nothing but a pair of sunglasses on. Don’t worry, his junk is blurred out, so nobody can be pervy.
“STEVE!? What the hell are you…..how did you get….why are you naked!?”
Crystal quickly covers her eyes but splits her middle finger apart from her fourth finger so she could sneak a peak. Steve walks forward, the section of blur on his junk doing it’s best to compensate for the wagging.
“I’m sorry…I just couldn’t decide what to wear, so I just said screw it. Surprised?”
Crystal was very surprised, almost to the point where she was speechless. She didn’t know how to respond but she enjoyed the view while she tried to think of something. After awhile she just started laughing and walked toward the door.
“You have to get out of here.”
“What do you mean? Aren’t you happy to see me?”
She nods her head and smiles, almost blushing at some points. She quickly shakes her head.
"I’m definitely happy to see you…it’s just that Todd could come up here at any minute.”
Steve shrugs.
“So?”
“He’s my husband you know.”
Steve blinks.
“…..so?”
Crystal cracks the door open and peaks out of it.
"So...if he catches you in here, then it means I’ll have to deal with his crap this whole weekend.”
Steve sighs.
“Okay, lets get together later. Let’s go get a couple drinks later tonight.”
She smiles and bats her eyelashes.
“I'd love too."
Suddenly the hear some grunting and a couple thuds. Crystal peeks out the door and she notices Todd struggling to carry all her luggage down the hall to her door. Todd notices her looking and waves, dropping some stuff in the process. She laughs nervously and waves back.
“Hi…Todd…”
She spins back around.
“Steve you need to get out of….”
But when she looks around, Steve was gone!
“…here?”
At that moment Todd finally makes it to the room, the door swings open and he drops all the luggage on the floor and takes a sigh of relief.
“Haven’t you ever herd of traveling light? Phew…I’m definitely ready for a swim. I’m about to grab a towel.”
Todd Williams walks over to the closet and when he does, Crystal notices Steve hiding in the there but Todd doesn’t seem to see him. Steve quickly hands Todd a towel.
“Thanks.”
He says as he shuts the door. Crystals heart starts to pound as Todd suddenly stops in his steps.
“Wait a minute…..”
He quickly turns around and walks right by the closet.
“This TV has HD capabilities!? I could totally hook up my Playstation 3 on this! Sweet!”
Crystal takes a sigh of relief as Todd kneels down near the TV and starts nerding out.
And were back to a close up of that sexy face of Steve Awesome. His hair was pulled back in a green bandana and his Infamous T-shirt fit snugly around his defined abs. He walks up closer toward the camera but stops when he notices a stand up mirror near by. He couldn’t help but to check out his reflection as he past. He reaches out and motions for the camera to come near him so that it could pick up his reflection too.
“You see this?”
He points at himself in the mirror.
“That is one pretty looking guy right there. If I were gay….I’d totally do him. I mean this guy…he just looks like championship material. He’s been a world champion before so he knows what it takes to get to that point. And sometimes, what it takes, doesn’t necessarily mean heart, and determination, or strategy or talent.
He turns back toward the camera.
“See I don’t even have to be better, even though I clearly am, I just have to be the guy who gets the pin. I don’t have to wrestle like my careers is on the line and all that cool stuff, I just have to be the first guy to pin Mark Evil for a three count and I’m going to A Night To Remember. I could wrestle circles around all of you chump stains but it isn’t necessary….I just have to be smarter then the rest of you. Wich will be pretty damn easy when there are men like Paul Star and Xander Famu-whatever his name is in this match. I mean first off Paul Star has got to be the dumbest piece of crap I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Paul Star…..you need to be VERY careful of the challenges and threats you decide to throw around. You want to take me out? You want to get rid of me so that you can have your moment because you are the future of nCw?”
Steve covers his mouth as he snickers.
“Your joking right? Let me tell you something Paul, holding titles for a month and managing to beat Ander Carvetti doesn’t make you the future of anything. As a matter of fact, it sort of just puts in the same group as half the people who work here. Everyone’s held a title for a month and I’m pretty damn sure that anybody who’s anybody has beaten Ander Carvetti. But I gotta ask you Paul…..how do you expect to get me out of the way? Are you going to do it?”
Steve reaches forward and grabs the camera and quickly pulls it toward his face so that he’s looking straight into the camera.
“Well you better crap or get off the pot Paul, because I’ve taken people out that were WAY tougher then you and I didn’t even break a sweat. I Xavior Cross out last year and he’s just NOW getting back to the ring and even still he isn’t the same man he was before. I broke Trent Helms in half just because he pulled my tights Paul, and you wanna threaten me? As far as I’m concerned Paul…..your standing between me and a shot at the world championship. Your standing between me….and MY LIFE….and I swear to you that I will not hesitate to put you out of your misery. So if your feeling froggy star boy……then please….I’m begging you to leap….
Steve quickly wipes his nose with his finger and takes a couple breaths to calm himself down.
“And then Xander…..I know you have this cute little fantasy where this Sunday becomes the culmination of the journey your life took you on. The moment where you can look back at the life of dirt and grime and then the sign for A Night To Remember and you can say it was all worth it. But the sad part is Xander…..that’s just a fantasy. It’s just a world you made up. Just like Homeless Harold and just like your father’s love. See this….”
He moves his pointer finger around, referring to everything around him.
“…this is the real world. This is what reality looks like. And the reality of it all is that you may be big, you may be tough, and you may have something to fight for….but we all do. Alex has to fight to rectify his wrong doing, Paul is fighting to prove he is the future, Xander your fighting to begin your own legacy, and me I’m fighting because I want the world championship more then anything else in the world. I need this moment Xander….more then anything you could imagine. You call yourself the future Xander, you think you’ll carry this company in the years to come….well honestly I hope so…because my back is getting tired. But the future isn’t here yet Xander. This Sunday…I take the next step toward getting back to the top of the company I own….”
He smirks.
“But don’t worry…..”
He shrugs.
“…You can have it after I’m done.”
He throws them up.
“Deuces.”
End.
The Face of the Franchise was just chilling. He was posted up against a wall staring into the camera like he thinks he’s cute, or he knows he’s sexy, almost like he’s got the looks that drive the girls wild. He’s just a sexy boy, and it doesn’t take rocket science to know that.
“…When the hell is Alex Jone’s going to stop crying? I mean he just stands in a room and gets all pissy because nobody takes him serious. Nobody thinks I should be here wahhhhhh, everyone says I’m a failure cryyyyyy, I’m not a failure….I was screwed stomp stomp tantrum tantrum. Ugh, give me a break. Here Alex, because I’m tired of hearing your crap all the time I’m going to tone down the ego maniacal hub bub for two seconds and force myself to admit something that could possibly kill me. Okay hear it goes…..”
He does a few warm up stretches. Really working the shoulder area and a couple of squats to op it all off.
“Alex Jones……might have……possibly….slightly…..by like this much…..”
He extends his arm with his thumb and his index finger practically touching each other. He pulls his arm back and glances around the room with a reluctant grimace on his face. He sighs deep and just says the first part as quick as he could.
“…..deservedaworldtitleshot.”
He staggers back and clutches his heart like he’s about to go into cardiac arrest. His face contorts into a look of utter disgust as if he just has the most God awful taste in his mouth. He quickly cocks his head to the side and spit’s a loogey on the floor.
“Ugh…..that was horrible for me to say.”
He holds his stomach.
“I feel sick. Like literally sick to my stomach. But I guess in some twisted way it’s true.”
He dry heaves, holds up the one moment finger, and spits off to the side again.
“I guess when you really look at it Alex, throughout the three years you’ve been employed in this company you’ve probably clocked like a full years worth of actual in ring action. You’ve beat a couple people worth mentioning and I suppose…if I had to give you one compliment…it would be that you’re a tenacious little douche in girl pants and most people who face you better bring at least there B game. And you did pin Charlie Velez in that Death Cage. That sort of made you number one contender, even though you forgot to note that I pinned you before you even had your shot so by your logic, that should have sent you back home and I should have been the one in the world title match. But hey, the world is full of shouldas and couldas and It doesn’t do anybody any good dwelling on moments you can’t change. That’s something you might want to write down Alex….”
Steve holds for a dramatic pause. And also so Alex can actually write that down. He needs to remember that desperately.
“But the fact remains that you got your shot…and you lost. Then….that should have been it. You should have stepped back to the back of the line but no, and this is the part that really pisses me off, you not only get an opportunity to get another title shot but if you happened to lose that, and we all knew you were going to because I mean come on….it’s Rob effing Diamond the dude doesn’t lose…..you get a free pass into the Coliseum. THAT’S where we have the issue Alex. You, a loser twice over, get’s yet another chance to get the world title and it’s all because you feel like you got screwed and won’t shut the hell up about it. Well guess what Alex…..people get screwed by people in wrestling all the time. I’ve been screwed before. I’ve done a whole hell of a lot of screwing too. You’ve screwed people, they’ve been screwed, two people screw one person at the same time, some times there’s a just a big pile of people screwing anybody that moves….nCw is one gigantic orgy Alex, and if you don’t want to be screwed….you either grip your balls in your hand and start doing the screwing or you just stop ****ing crying and take it up the ass like a good boy. You understand?”
A smirk suddenly grows on the once scowl dominate face of the former world champion. He slowly shakes his head and laughs to himself.
“Nah, you don’t get it. That’s why it took you two straight years just to try to fix the first problem you had. You think you can just disappear for months on end and then come back and were supposed to be up in arms about the return of the almighty Alex Jones. Even though you were pretty much defeated twice for the world title in back to back months, you still think you “deserve” more. Why?….
He puts up the finger quotes.
“..because you don’t go down easily?”
He leans forward and cups his mouth like it’s a secret.
“I’m sure Angel could confirm or deny that…..”
He chuckles to himself. Oral sex jokes are funny.
“…because you beat eleven world champions? Well that’s great Alex, because I’ve beaten all of them. I’ve been undefeated for the past two months Alex, I was beaten down to a bloody pulp by two monsters and I still managed to come back and pin you and win that match. I’m number two in the rankings, underneath the next world champion and my home slizzle Rob Diamond, I deserve a world title shot more then anybody, but I can’t just go out and call dibbies like you Alex. I have to earn it by competing in matches like The Coliseum were about to enter in less then a day. I guess that’s what pisses me off the most when I think about you AJ, you’re a waste of time with wasted opportunities and it’s time to put you back in your place. You may compete at a high level Alex but…and I hate to just steal this catchphrase but it totally fits…..but I am the freaking GAME! And since I’m stealing catchphrases….I’ll steal one from someone that you just love……
He clears his throat.
“This Sunday night at the Coliseum Alex…”
He pulls his sunglasses off. His eyes were filled with adrenaline and his mouth was twisted into a grin.
“….Game over.”
The mid day sun bounced off the jet black paint of the stretch limo pulling into the parking lot. There were a few people walking around and the immediately stop and block the sun from there eyes so they could see what was going on. The limo comes to a stop in front of the main doors of a nearby hotel somewhere in Memphis. The limo driver exits his driver’s seat and starts making the hike from the front to the back when suddenly one of the back doors swings open and Todd Williams steps out of it! The whitest X-Champion in nCw history runs from one side to the other, cuts the limo driver off and opens the other back door himself. Todd swings the door open all the way and steps back to admire the sight he’s about to behold. First it was a pair of high heels. Then a pair long caramel colored legs, a booty hidden under a red dress and a pair a big beautiful brown eyes. Todd just looks at her and smiles.
“Crystal baby, you look amazing.”
“Uh-huh.”
She says, barely even acknowledging her own husband. Instead she just keeps her nose pointed to her cell phone.
“I’m glad we get to spend this time together. It’s been tough with our schedules and everything.”
Crystal just keeps typing away at her cell phone as Todd stands next to her, admiring her stunning beauty. She was like a caramel treat that he wanted to unwrap. As Todd tries to think of the next thing he was going to say the limo driver walks up to them, clears his throat and extends his open palm. He obviously wanted to get paid. Crystal Hilton notices the creepy old limo driver staring at her awkwardly and she starts heading toward the door. She turns to Todd.
“Todd, sweetie, could you take care of that for me. I think I‘m going to go get ready to go for a swim.”
She heads in the doors and Todd is left with the limo driver. He starts fishing in his pockets for money. He opens his wallet and hands the driver his last hundred and he takes it and slides into his suit pocket.
“Thank you sir, now there is the matter of the luggage.”
The driver walks over to the trunk and pops it open. There was a huge haul of stuff back there. Almost as if Crystal took her whole wardrobe with her.
“Uh…..Crystal? Darling? You wanna grab one of these?”
But she was already gone. Where did she go? Up to her room by now. And with the glory of editing were going to go there now. Crystal quickly slides the card key into the door and it instantly opens up and allows her to go inside. She scans the whole room. Plasma screen television, stocked mini bar, naked Steve Awesome, a Ficus plant…..wait a minute….she quickly turns back to see Steve Awesome standing near the bed with nothing but a pair of sunglasses on. Don’t worry, his junk is blurred out, so nobody can be pervy.
“STEVE!? What the hell are you…..how did you get….why are you naked!?”
Crystal quickly covers her eyes but splits her middle finger apart from her fourth finger so she could sneak a peak. Steve walks forward, the section of blur on his junk doing it’s best to compensate for the wagging.
“I’m sorry…I just couldn’t decide what to wear, so I just said screw it. Surprised?”
Crystal was very surprised, almost to the point where she was speechless. She didn’t know how to respond but she enjoyed the view while she tried to think of something. After awhile she just started laughing and walked toward the door.
“You have to get out of here.”
“What do you mean? Aren’t you happy to see me?”
She nods her head and smiles, almost blushing at some points. She quickly shakes her head.
"I’m definitely happy to see you…it’s just that Todd could come up here at any minute.”
Steve shrugs.
“So?”
“He’s my husband you know.”
Steve blinks.
“…..so?”
Crystal cracks the door open and peaks out of it.
"So...if he catches you in here, then it means I’ll have to deal with his crap this whole weekend.”
Steve sighs.
“Okay, lets get together later. Let’s go get a couple drinks later tonight.”
She smiles and bats her eyelashes.
“I'd love too."
Suddenly the hear some grunting and a couple thuds. Crystal peeks out the door and she notices Todd struggling to carry all her luggage down the hall to her door. Todd notices her looking and waves, dropping some stuff in the process. She laughs nervously and waves back.
“Hi…Todd…”
She spins back around.
“Steve you need to get out of….”
But when she looks around, Steve was gone!
“…here?”
At that moment Todd finally makes it to the room, the door swings open and he drops all the luggage on the floor and takes a sigh of relief.
“Haven’t you ever herd of traveling light? Phew…I’m definitely ready for a swim. I’m about to grab a towel.”
Todd Williams walks over to the closet and when he does, Crystal notices Steve hiding in the there but Todd doesn’t seem to see him. Steve quickly hands Todd a towel.
“Thanks.”
He says as he shuts the door. Crystals heart starts to pound as Todd suddenly stops in his steps.
“Wait a minute…..”
He quickly turns around and walks right by the closet.
“This TV has HD capabilities!? I could totally hook up my Playstation 3 on this! Sweet!”
Crystal takes a sigh of relief as Todd kneels down near the TV and starts nerding out.
And were back to a close up of that sexy face of Steve Awesome. His hair was pulled back in a green bandana and his Infamous T-shirt fit snugly around his defined abs. He walks up closer toward the camera but stops when he notices a stand up mirror near by. He couldn’t help but to check out his reflection as he past. He reaches out and motions for the camera to come near him so that it could pick up his reflection too.
“You see this?”
He points at himself in the mirror.
“That is one pretty looking guy right there. If I were gay….I’d totally do him. I mean this guy…he just looks like championship material. He’s been a world champion before so he knows what it takes to get to that point. And sometimes, what it takes, doesn’t necessarily mean heart, and determination, or strategy or talent.
He turns back toward the camera.
“See I don’t even have to be better, even though I clearly am, I just have to be the guy who gets the pin. I don’t have to wrestle like my careers is on the line and all that cool stuff, I just have to be the first guy to pin Mark Evil for a three count and I’m going to A Night To Remember. I could wrestle circles around all of you chump stains but it isn’t necessary….I just have to be smarter then the rest of you. Wich will be pretty damn easy when there are men like Paul Star and Xander Famu-whatever his name is in this match. I mean first off Paul Star has got to be the dumbest piece of crap I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Paul Star…..you need to be VERY careful of the challenges and threats you decide to throw around. You want to take me out? You want to get rid of me so that you can have your moment because you are the future of nCw?”
Steve covers his mouth as he snickers.
“Your joking right? Let me tell you something Paul, holding titles for a month and managing to beat Ander Carvetti doesn’t make you the future of anything. As a matter of fact, it sort of just puts in the same group as half the people who work here. Everyone’s held a title for a month and I’m pretty damn sure that anybody who’s anybody has beaten Ander Carvetti. But I gotta ask you Paul…..how do you expect to get me out of the way? Are you going to do it?”
Steve reaches forward and grabs the camera and quickly pulls it toward his face so that he’s looking straight into the camera.
“Well you better crap or get off the pot Paul, because I’ve taken people out that were WAY tougher then you and I didn’t even break a sweat. I Xavior Cross out last year and he’s just NOW getting back to the ring and even still he isn’t the same man he was before. I broke Trent Helms in half just because he pulled my tights Paul, and you wanna threaten me? As far as I’m concerned Paul…..your standing between me and a shot at the world championship. Your standing between me….and MY LIFE….and I swear to you that I will not hesitate to put you out of your misery. So if your feeling froggy star boy……then please….I’m begging you to leap….
Steve quickly wipes his nose with his finger and takes a couple breaths to calm himself down.
“And then Xander…..I know you have this cute little fantasy where this Sunday becomes the culmination of the journey your life took you on. The moment where you can look back at the life of dirt and grime and then the sign for A Night To Remember and you can say it was all worth it. But the sad part is Xander…..that’s just a fantasy. It’s just a world you made up. Just like Homeless Harold and just like your father’s love. See this….”
He moves his pointer finger around, referring to everything around him.
“…this is the real world. This is what reality looks like. And the reality of it all is that you may be big, you may be tough, and you may have something to fight for….but we all do. Alex has to fight to rectify his wrong doing, Paul is fighting to prove he is the future, Xander your fighting to begin your own legacy, and me I’m fighting because I want the world championship more then anything else in the world. I need this moment Xander….more then anything you could imagine. You call yourself the future Xander, you think you’ll carry this company in the years to come….well honestly I hope so…because my back is getting tired. But the future isn’t here yet Xander. This Sunday…I take the next step toward getting back to the top of the company I own….”
He smirks.
“But don’t worry…..”
He shrugs.
“…You can have it after I’m done.”
He throws them up.
“Deuces.”
End.