Post by Steve Awesome on Jul 30, 2011 1:15:00 GMT -6
After a strange dream about bunnies and squeezing the Big Show into the back of a Honda Prelude, it was finally morning again. The son has set again in the sky and the Hall of Famer stretches his arms and yawns as he awakes from a good nights sleep. It felt good being Steve Awesome, he had just about everything you could ever want. Lexus in the driveway, giant home on the coast of Lake Eerie, a robot maid from the future….
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Cut to Steve at the kitchen table. He has a napkin tucked into the collar of his special Infamous T-shirt made by Tommy Hilfiger. Suddenly Rosie from the Jetsons wearing a sexy French maid outfit comes rolling into the room with a plate of Bacon and Eggs.
“Breakfast time, Mistah A.”
Rosie rolls up to the table and sets the plate of delicious breakfasty goodness right in front of the salivating Steve.
“Ooh yeah! Rosie this looks great!”
He rubs his tummy in delight.
“Anytime Mistah A. Can I refill your Oh Jay?”
Steve glances at it and notices it was half full. Pure optimist. Like knowing how bad he’s gonna beat Rob Diamond at Picture Perfect.
“No thanks, Rosie.”
Rosie clicks and clanks.
“Would you like me to get the newspaper, Mistah A?”
Steve takes a sip of his juice.
“You know I enjoy reading that on the toilet, Rosie.”
The hydraulics in Rosie’s neck cause her to nod.
“Right. Would you like me to jerk you off while you eat?”
At first he looked disgusted but the more he considered it, the more he liked the idea. Don’t you?
“Now that’s what I call service.”
Rosie gets smaller and rolls under the table.
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….and on top of everything else, He had an amazingly beautiful girlfriend that he….oh wait….he rolls over and sure enough Crystal wasn’t there. They were pissed off at each other, over something stupid that he couldn’t even remember. All he could think about was how much he missed her. And how huge his king size bed looked without another her in it. And how far away the walls seemed to be. And how small he felt when he realized he was the only person in the whole entire house.
It gave him an empty feeling.
After a shower and some time to make himself look Mac Daddy fresh you could see him checking himself out in the mirror up above his mantle. He flips a few stray hairs into the places there supposed to go and flips his trusty sunglasses down his face. He looked sexy. The way Crystal always liked him to look when they went out. He was even happened to be wearing her favorite shirt. A black button down with Gold trim. But it didn’t matter, she wasn’t here to see it. He takes a few steps back and plops down on the leather sofa and grabs the remote and presses a button and the mirror suddenly turns into a High Definition Television screen complete with surround sound. Maybe some mindless entertainment could take his mind off of Crystal for awhile. Although if free Roxxxie vagina couldn’t…he wasn’t sure what could.
“Welcome back to TMZ!”
The TV said.
“We have shocking footage of nCw wrestler Crystal Hilton getting real frisky in a bar. She was dancing on tables and making out with random dudes so bad you thought her name was Paris.”
The TV reveals all the horrible debauchery as it happens and Steve’s jaw gets lower and lower, almost as low as Rob is for being a douche and trying to spoil my angle. Great guess, and my guess is Zelda has to vacate the title. Suck it.
“Are you KIDDING ME!?”
He leans forward and slams his fists onto the table.
“That’s just ****ing SUPERB!”
He says as he sarcastically puts both of his thumbs up.
“We get in one argument and suddenly she’s off kissing random dudes at the club?
Before he can get super mad, the TV starts revealing more things to the world that it really shouldn’t.
“I bet her little boy toy Steve Awesome will be mad. But what can he say? Because he’s totally banging fellow nCw wrestler Roxxxie on the side. We don‘t know that for sure but I mean, come on….it’s Steve Awesome….rumor has it he actually made it with Betty White!”
They show footage of Roxxxie showing up to Steve’s house dressed up like Erin Brockovich last week. And then a brief montage of his love affair with Betty White. Steve instantly introduces his head to his hand.
“Man I HATE the freaking media!”
“And since were doing nCw wrestlers. Here’s an interesting scandal that’s been lighting up the legal world. Apparently the goat that Rob Diamond slept with is trying to sue the world champion for sexual misconduct and possible rape.”
Cuts to a shot of a goat with a dress and a sun hat with mascara running down its face.
“He just came in the room and he slapped me. And he said hey bitch! Me and you are gonna DO IT! I tried to tell him I was a male but he wouldn’t listen and-”
Steve cuts off the TV. He paces back and forth for a few minutes trying to think about what to do.
“Ohhh! Why would TMZ try to ruin my life like this? I’m a successful celebrity that people know and enjoy watching! I figured I was untouchable!”
He looks all around the room to try and spark some kind of idea when suddenly his eyes meet up with the picture of Crystal on his coffee table. Then he knew what he had to do. He digs his car keys out of his front pocket and he heads for the front door.
“Rosie! I’m going out! Watch the house!”
Rosie comes rolling into the living room where Steve was. Still dressed in her hot French maid outfit.
“Sure thing, Mistah A. How about a hand job before you leave?”
Steve waves his hand at her and shakes his head.
“There’s no time.”
He walks out and shuts the door behind him. Moments later the door swings open and Steve comes walking back in.
“Okay….but make it quick because this is extremely important!”
“Look at you Rob….”
We open to Steve Awesome standing wherever it is he cut his promos from. Does it matter? Did it ever? What matters is the feel. And that feeling is…awe. Steve Awesome stands before you, his arms crossed over in an Infamous t-shirt, with one of those tilted heads and a side ways smirk. Even though he was wearing his designer aviator shades because they made him look clit tickling sexy, you could still see the look of admiration he seemed to have for his best friend.
“….your on top of the world.”
Oh Rob knew that already. But he did he really know? Was he really aware of what’s next?
“You have it all kid.”
He brings the fingers up as he begins to count things off.
“The girl, the title, the fame, the respect, the admiration, more importantly the FEAR of half the roster. Heh, your living the dream buddy. Your stylin’ and your profiling’ and your Ric Flair strutting all over the ****ing place. Your kicking people in the balls, your running people down into the ground verbally and then physically and your making them BEG for mercy. You don’t mess around man, I should know…..you punched me in the balls with a pair of brass knuckles. Let it be known people….
He nods his head up and down and stares at you like you shouldn’t take his words lightly.
“Rob Diamond is one sick mother ****er.”
He grips his junk and then shudders at the memory. That feeling you get when you have to puke and crap at the same time but you can’t move from the fetal position…..yeah….
“But more importantly……”
He reaches up and pulls his sunglasses off his head. Sure enough, that respectful glare was hidden behind them.
“…he’s the world champion.”
He takes a breath.
“And maybe I didn’t notice it until now, or maybe I refused to admit it to myself all along, but Rob Diamond is the world champion. Just like I was all those years ago. Back when I was the man!”
He thrusts his thumb into his chest.
“Back when I had the belt and the girl and the respect and fear of the roster. I had the fame, the status, the love, I was king of the castle just like Rob Diamond is today. But unlike Rob, I let my personal life screw me over. I lost control and my demons took over and before I knew it….I had lost everything. The girl, and the world title…..”
His face falls toward the ground.
“…the two things I ever really loved.”
He sighs deep.
“And I’ve been trying for three years to get them back. Match description says one, but to me it’s three. Ever since that match against Xavier Williams all those years ago, I’ve tried everything I could. But I always come this close….”
He puts his hand up, thumb and index finger mere centimeters apart.
“I tried to just declare myself the number one contender like you did, but guess what happened? The entire roster decided that was bull **** and formed a stable to stop me. I tried to win the Riot, I tried to win the Coliseum and somehow…..someway…..it never worked out. Part of me thinks, I don’t have it anymore. Part of me thinks that I’m just getting too old to do this anymore. I’ve been wrestling non stop for damn near seven years, every day, every night, for two thousand five hundred fifty five days has been non-stop TXA, XHF, and NcW. I don’t want to end up like Falcon is. Old, beat up, broken, alone, all because he can’t stop wrestling. All because he can’t stop doing this. What else does he even have? A friendship with Ayla and a legion of fans that wont stop calling him a pedophile? I don‘t wanna wake up one day like he did and realize I have become one of the best there were, instead of the best there is…..”
He stared into the camera.
“Sometimes Rob, I wonder how much longer I have left in me….
He looks away as the camera fades.
A blue Mustang peels out around a corner as it speeds down the road. Gravel flies up around the tires and the car narrowly misses a mail box as it flies into a driveway. The car quickly turns off and the driver’s door shoots open and Steve Awesome comes running out of the car and up to the front door.
“CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL! DON’T WATCH TMZ! AHHHHHH!!!!!”
He runs up to the door and starts pounding on it but when he looks into the window nearby he realizes he was too late. He see’s the Goat telling his side of the story again. He bangs his head on the window.
“CRAP!”
Suddenly, the screen door swings open and smacks against the back of his head!
“SUNOVA!”
And out of the house and out steps Crystal Hilton. So mad, that you’d think Tyler Perry was around reading from a diary. She glares at him from the porch like a women scorn, with instincts to go straight for the jugular.
“I hope that freaking hurt cheater!”
He finishes rubbing the sore spot on his head and looks up at her, obviously pretty cheesed off himself.
“Me? I’m the cheater? You were the one who was out kissing dudes at the club.”
He crosses his arms and smirks. It’s always good to have stuff to throw into your girlfriends face for a change.
“That’s because you made it seem like you didn’t even want me anymore. Besides, you were the one who invited Roxxxie over as soon as I stopped staying at your house. You just couldn’t WAIT for me to leave could you?”
Steve looks at her like she’s stupid. He crosses his arms and almost chuckles.
“You think I had sex with Roxxxie? Totally not true.”
This time Crystal almost laughs at this.
“Typical Steve thing to say. Deny it all ever happened.”
Steve reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone and jerks it in her direction.
“You want to call her? I didn’t do anything with her because I actually cared about your feelings. But if I knew you were out gallivanting with random dudes at a bar, maybe I should have.”
Crystal loses a little bit of her steam on that, but she didn’t want Steve to realize it. She crosses her arms and turns away.
“Why should I believe you? Some people say you‘ve even banged Betty White!”
Steve points at her defensively.
“That was before I met you!”
He pleads.
“And besides…..there’s actual proof you kissed another dude. So why in the hell am I getting yelled at?
She spins around. And shoves a finger into his heart.
“I was just trying to make you mad.”
Steve nods his head, you could tell he’s reached a boiling point.
“Yeah well it ****ing worked!”
The go silent. Both of there minds running a mile a minute, trying to think of a comeback or something but none of them could. After a few moments, Steve finally breaks the silence.
“You know what….”
He nods his head quickly, attempting to stay one step ahead of his emotions.
“…maybe we don’t know each other as good as we think we do.”
That one took her off guard, and she didn‘t look at him because of it.
“What’s that mean?”
“Well obviously, you think I’m just some skeezebag whore who will bang anything just because you watched a few Steve Awesome DVD‘s.. And maybe I just blinded myself to the fact that you basically left your husband and kids to be with me, some guy you barely knew, because I was sexy. What made me think you wouldn’t do the same to me? This thing all happened so fast. I mean, I’d probably would have said anything just to get in your pants back then, but apparently it’s all gotten blown way out of proportion.”
She gets it now. It all makes complete sense. But she just didn’t want to admit it to herself. She turns around and Steve could see the tear streaming down her cheek.
“What are you saying?”
He simply shrugs and fishes out his car keys from his pocket.
“Are you just another piece of ass? Am I just an escape from your husband? I’m saying maybe we need to think what were really doing here.”
And with that, Crystal watches as her boyfriend leaves her house and gets into his car. He pulls out of the driveway, and turns off the street for what could be the last time.
“But the thing is Rob…..”
Were back to Steve, his heart hurts a bit, but that’s between him and himself. Unless Rob decides to exploit it in his next rp like a douche.
“…even though a part of me doubts myself. Even though sometimes I really just think about quitting this ****ing game and moving on with my life, opening up a tiki bar in Honolulu and reenacting the Happy Days movie, I say no, and keep going. Even though sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get that redemption I crave, I peel myself from the mat and I keep going. For some reason Rob, I’ve fought against everybody that they’ve ever put me in the ring against. I’ve put my life on the line, I’ve sacrificed my whole entire life to this sport while being paid the same amount of crap that contract Falcon worked up all those years ago. And I’ve done it all for this moment right here.”
He points down toward his feet. The signification of the hear and now.
“You and me, best two out of three falls. Best friend verse best friend, The New Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship is on the line. It’s only fitting Rob. The end of my road, befalls the ultimate test. And there’s another part of me Rob…..that has waited a very, very, very long time for this ONE moment. There’s a part of me that has overcome every obstacle that’s been put in my way to get to this ONE moment. There’s a part of me Rob Diamond, that’s done some SICK things to get to this ONE…..”
He holds up the lone index finger.
“…..moment.”
He takes a deep breath.
“This is it Rob. I find out everything I ever wanted to know about myself in that ring on Sunday night. I find out if I can handle myself against the TRUE best in the world. This Sunday Rob, I will either become world champion or I will DIE a valiant competitor. This Sunday Rob, I don’t fight you for pride. I don’t fight you for ego. I don’t fight you for your spot on top, all I want is the world championship.”
He holds his finger out.
“One last time.”
He stares at you with a look you’ve never seen before. For a brief moment in time he wasn’t Steve Awesome anymore. He was Steve Bates.
“You had your happy ending……”
He slides his sunglasses on and he nods his head reassuringly.
“And this Sunday I get mine!”
Cut to Steve Awesome sitting in his home, staring at the picture of Crystal. But all he could think about was where those lips had been. It was actually kind of ironic in a way.
He tosses the picture behind the couch and you can hear it shatter and he gets up and walks out of his home.
"What's left of it."
Deuces.
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Cut to Steve at the kitchen table. He has a napkin tucked into the collar of his special Infamous T-shirt made by Tommy Hilfiger. Suddenly Rosie from the Jetsons wearing a sexy French maid outfit comes rolling into the room with a plate of Bacon and Eggs.
“Breakfast time, Mistah A.”
Rosie rolls up to the table and sets the plate of delicious breakfasty goodness right in front of the salivating Steve.
“Ooh yeah! Rosie this looks great!”
He rubs his tummy in delight.
“Anytime Mistah A. Can I refill your Oh Jay?”
Steve glances at it and notices it was half full. Pure optimist. Like knowing how bad he’s gonna beat Rob Diamond at Picture Perfect.
“No thanks, Rosie.”
Rosie clicks and clanks.
“Would you like me to get the newspaper, Mistah A?”
Steve takes a sip of his juice.
“You know I enjoy reading that on the toilet, Rosie.”
The hydraulics in Rosie’s neck cause her to nod.
“Right. Would you like me to jerk you off while you eat?”
At first he looked disgusted but the more he considered it, the more he liked the idea. Don’t you?
“Now that’s what I call service.”
Rosie gets smaller and rolls under the table.
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….and on top of everything else, He had an amazingly beautiful girlfriend that he….oh wait….he rolls over and sure enough Crystal wasn’t there. They were pissed off at each other, over something stupid that he couldn’t even remember. All he could think about was how much he missed her. And how huge his king size bed looked without another her in it. And how far away the walls seemed to be. And how small he felt when he realized he was the only person in the whole entire house.
It gave him an empty feeling.
After a shower and some time to make himself look Mac Daddy fresh you could see him checking himself out in the mirror up above his mantle. He flips a few stray hairs into the places there supposed to go and flips his trusty sunglasses down his face. He looked sexy. The way Crystal always liked him to look when they went out. He was even happened to be wearing her favorite shirt. A black button down with Gold trim. But it didn’t matter, she wasn’t here to see it. He takes a few steps back and plops down on the leather sofa and grabs the remote and presses a button and the mirror suddenly turns into a High Definition Television screen complete with surround sound. Maybe some mindless entertainment could take his mind off of Crystal for awhile. Although if free Roxxxie vagina couldn’t…he wasn’t sure what could.
“Welcome back to TMZ!”
The TV said.
“We have shocking footage of nCw wrestler Crystal Hilton getting real frisky in a bar. She was dancing on tables and making out with random dudes so bad you thought her name was Paris.”
The TV reveals all the horrible debauchery as it happens and Steve’s jaw gets lower and lower, almost as low as Rob is for being a douche and trying to spoil my angle. Great guess, and my guess is Zelda has to vacate the title. Suck it.
“Are you KIDDING ME!?”
He leans forward and slams his fists onto the table.
“That’s just ****ing SUPERB!”
He says as he sarcastically puts both of his thumbs up.
“We get in one argument and suddenly she’s off kissing random dudes at the club?
Before he can get super mad, the TV starts revealing more things to the world that it really shouldn’t.
“I bet her little boy toy Steve Awesome will be mad. But what can he say? Because he’s totally banging fellow nCw wrestler Roxxxie on the side. We don‘t know that for sure but I mean, come on….it’s Steve Awesome….rumor has it he actually made it with Betty White!”
They show footage of Roxxxie showing up to Steve’s house dressed up like Erin Brockovich last week. And then a brief montage of his love affair with Betty White. Steve instantly introduces his head to his hand.
“Man I HATE the freaking media!”
“And since were doing nCw wrestlers. Here’s an interesting scandal that’s been lighting up the legal world. Apparently the goat that Rob Diamond slept with is trying to sue the world champion for sexual misconduct and possible rape.”
Cuts to a shot of a goat with a dress and a sun hat with mascara running down its face.
“He just came in the room and he slapped me. And he said hey bitch! Me and you are gonna DO IT! I tried to tell him I was a male but he wouldn’t listen and-”
Steve cuts off the TV. He paces back and forth for a few minutes trying to think about what to do.
“Ohhh! Why would TMZ try to ruin my life like this? I’m a successful celebrity that people know and enjoy watching! I figured I was untouchable!”
He looks all around the room to try and spark some kind of idea when suddenly his eyes meet up with the picture of Crystal on his coffee table. Then he knew what he had to do. He digs his car keys out of his front pocket and he heads for the front door.
“Rosie! I’m going out! Watch the house!”
Rosie comes rolling into the living room where Steve was. Still dressed in her hot French maid outfit.
“Sure thing, Mistah A. How about a hand job before you leave?”
Steve waves his hand at her and shakes his head.
“There’s no time.”
He walks out and shuts the door behind him. Moments later the door swings open and Steve comes walking back in.
“Okay….but make it quick because this is extremely important!”
“Look at you Rob….”
We open to Steve Awesome standing wherever it is he cut his promos from. Does it matter? Did it ever? What matters is the feel. And that feeling is…awe. Steve Awesome stands before you, his arms crossed over in an Infamous t-shirt, with one of those tilted heads and a side ways smirk. Even though he was wearing his designer aviator shades because they made him look clit tickling sexy, you could still see the look of admiration he seemed to have for his best friend.
“….your on top of the world.”
Oh Rob knew that already. But he did he really know? Was he really aware of what’s next?
“You have it all kid.”
He brings the fingers up as he begins to count things off.
“The girl, the title, the fame, the respect, the admiration, more importantly the FEAR of half the roster. Heh, your living the dream buddy. Your stylin’ and your profiling’ and your Ric Flair strutting all over the ****ing place. Your kicking people in the balls, your running people down into the ground verbally and then physically and your making them BEG for mercy. You don’t mess around man, I should know…..you punched me in the balls with a pair of brass knuckles. Let it be known people….
He nods his head up and down and stares at you like you shouldn’t take his words lightly.
“Rob Diamond is one sick mother ****er.”
He grips his junk and then shudders at the memory. That feeling you get when you have to puke and crap at the same time but you can’t move from the fetal position…..yeah….
“But more importantly……”
He reaches up and pulls his sunglasses off his head. Sure enough, that respectful glare was hidden behind them.
“…he’s the world champion.”
He takes a breath.
“And maybe I didn’t notice it until now, or maybe I refused to admit it to myself all along, but Rob Diamond is the world champion. Just like I was all those years ago. Back when I was the man!”
He thrusts his thumb into his chest.
“Back when I had the belt and the girl and the respect and fear of the roster. I had the fame, the status, the love, I was king of the castle just like Rob Diamond is today. But unlike Rob, I let my personal life screw me over. I lost control and my demons took over and before I knew it….I had lost everything. The girl, and the world title…..”
His face falls toward the ground.
“…the two things I ever really loved.”
He sighs deep.
“And I’ve been trying for three years to get them back. Match description says one, but to me it’s three. Ever since that match against Xavier Williams all those years ago, I’ve tried everything I could. But I always come this close….”
He puts his hand up, thumb and index finger mere centimeters apart.
“I tried to just declare myself the number one contender like you did, but guess what happened? The entire roster decided that was bull **** and formed a stable to stop me. I tried to win the Riot, I tried to win the Coliseum and somehow…..someway…..it never worked out. Part of me thinks, I don’t have it anymore. Part of me thinks that I’m just getting too old to do this anymore. I’ve been wrestling non stop for damn near seven years, every day, every night, for two thousand five hundred fifty five days has been non-stop TXA, XHF, and NcW. I don’t want to end up like Falcon is. Old, beat up, broken, alone, all because he can’t stop wrestling. All because he can’t stop doing this. What else does he even have? A friendship with Ayla and a legion of fans that wont stop calling him a pedophile? I don‘t wanna wake up one day like he did and realize I have become one of the best there were, instead of the best there is…..”
He stared into the camera.
“Sometimes Rob, I wonder how much longer I have left in me….
He looks away as the camera fades.
A blue Mustang peels out around a corner as it speeds down the road. Gravel flies up around the tires and the car narrowly misses a mail box as it flies into a driveway. The car quickly turns off and the driver’s door shoots open and Steve Awesome comes running out of the car and up to the front door.
“CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL! DON’T WATCH TMZ! AHHHHHH!!!!!”
He runs up to the door and starts pounding on it but when he looks into the window nearby he realizes he was too late. He see’s the Goat telling his side of the story again. He bangs his head on the window.
“CRAP!”
Suddenly, the screen door swings open and smacks against the back of his head!
“SUNOVA!”
And out of the house and out steps Crystal Hilton. So mad, that you’d think Tyler Perry was around reading from a diary. She glares at him from the porch like a women scorn, with instincts to go straight for the jugular.
“I hope that freaking hurt cheater!”
He finishes rubbing the sore spot on his head and looks up at her, obviously pretty cheesed off himself.
“Me? I’m the cheater? You were the one who was out kissing dudes at the club.”
He crosses his arms and smirks. It’s always good to have stuff to throw into your girlfriends face for a change.
“That’s because you made it seem like you didn’t even want me anymore. Besides, you were the one who invited Roxxxie over as soon as I stopped staying at your house. You just couldn’t WAIT for me to leave could you?”
Steve looks at her like she’s stupid. He crosses his arms and almost chuckles.
“You think I had sex with Roxxxie? Totally not true.”
This time Crystal almost laughs at this.
“Typical Steve thing to say. Deny it all ever happened.”
Steve reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone and jerks it in her direction.
“You want to call her? I didn’t do anything with her because I actually cared about your feelings. But if I knew you were out gallivanting with random dudes at a bar, maybe I should have.”
Crystal loses a little bit of her steam on that, but she didn’t want Steve to realize it. She crosses her arms and turns away.
“Why should I believe you? Some people say you‘ve even banged Betty White!”
Steve points at her defensively.
“That was before I met you!”
He pleads.
“And besides…..there’s actual proof you kissed another dude. So why in the hell am I getting yelled at?
She spins around. And shoves a finger into his heart.
“I was just trying to make you mad.”
Steve nods his head, you could tell he’s reached a boiling point.
“Yeah well it ****ing worked!”
The go silent. Both of there minds running a mile a minute, trying to think of a comeback or something but none of them could. After a few moments, Steve finally breaks the silence.
“You know what….”
He nods his head quickly, attempting to stay one step ahead of his emotions.
“…maybe we don’t know each other as good as we think we do.”
That one took her off guard, and she didn‘t look at him because of it.
“What’s that mean?”
“Well obviously, you think I’m just some skeezebag whore who will bang anything just because you watched a few Steve Awesome DVD‘s.. And maybe I just blinded myself to the fact that you basically left your husband and kids to be with me, some guy you barely knew, because I was sexy. What made me think you wouldn’t do the same to me? This thing all happened so fast. I mean, I’d probably would have said anything just to get in your pants back then, but apparently it’s all gotten blown way out of proportion.”
She gets it now. It all makes complete sense. But she just didn’t want to admit it to herself. She turns around and Steve could see the tear streaming down her cheek.
“What are you saying?”
He simply shrugs and fishes out his car keys from his pocket.
“Are you just another piece of ass? Am I just an escape from your husband? I’m saying maybe we need to think what were really doing here.”
And with that, Crystal watches as her boyfriend leaves her house and gets into his car. He pulls out of the driveway, and turns off the street for what could be the last time.
“But the thing is Rob…..”
Were back to Steve, his heart hurts a bit, but that’s between him and himself. Unless Rob decides to exploit it in his next rp like a douche.
“…even though a part of me doubts myself. Even though sometimes I really just think about quitting this ****ing game and moving on with my life, opening up a tiki bar in Honolulu and reenacting the Happy Days movie, I say no, and keep going. Even though sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get that redemption I crave, I peel myself from the mat and I keep going. For some reason Rob, I’ve fought against everybody that they’ve ever put me in the ring against. I’ve put my life on the line, I’ve sacrificed my whole entire life to this sport while being paid the same amount of crap that contract Falcon worked up all those years ago. And I’ve done it all for this moment right here.”
He points down toward his feet. The signification of the hear and now.
“You and me, best two out of three falls. Best friend verse best friend, The New Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship is on the line. It’s only fitting Rob. The end of my road, befalls the ultimate test. And there’s another part of me Rob…..that has waited a very, very, very long time for this ONE moment. There’s a part of me that has overcome every obstacle that’s been put in my way to get to this ONE moment. There’s a part of me Rob Diamond, that’s done some SICK things to get to this ONE…..”
He holds up the lone index finger.
“…..moment.”
He takes a deep breath.
“This is it Rob. I find out everything I ever wanted to know about myself in that ring on Sunday night. I find out if I can handle myself against the TRUE best in the world. This Sunday Rob, I will either become world champion or I will DIE a valiant competitor. This Sunday Rob, I don’t fight you for pride. I don’t fight you for ego. I don’t fight you for your spot on top, all I want is the world championship.”
He holds his finger out.
“One last time.”
He stares at you with a look you’ve never seen before. For a brief moment in time he wasn’t Steve Awesome anymore. He was Steve Bates.
“You had your happy ending……”
He slides his sunglasses on and he nods his head reassuringly.
“And this Sunday I get mine!”
Cut to Steve Awesome sitting in his home, staring at the picture of Crystal. But all he could think about was where those lips had been. It was actually kind of ironic in a way.
He tosses the picture behind the couch and you can hear it shatter and he gets up and walks out of his home.
"What's left of it."
Deuces.