Post by Steve Awesome on Aug 26, 2011 0:49:42 GMT -6
“Blah.....blah...blah....blah......”
Scene up on the poster boy, nCw championship, fresh from Ricky's clutches over his shoulder. He is standing in one of those poses that adorned a million kids walls. Dressed from head to toe in merchandise that had his face or the logo of his company printed onto it. His aviator sunglasses. His InFamous bandana, his tight t-shirt with his face on the front and one of his millions of catchphrases written on the back. His own brand of tight denim jeans that really showcased his bulge in such an extreme fashion. And the final part of the Steve Awesome package.....the one thing that you can't buy in stores.....
….....that cocky smirk.
“If Ricky Johnson is good at anything it's being able to ramble on and on and on about the three same major point's.”
Seriously, the first one was so long and drawn out, I'm just glad I packed a lunch for the second one.
“I mean we get it Ricky, we do. You don't like me because I fit the perfect guy in all your conspiracy theories. Tall, dark, and handsome, debonair, the guy who has accomplished so much without making it seem like he's trying to hard. I mean look at me, I'm a freaking walking billboard! I've been either the main event or the co-main event for this company for four years. Whether I was the most popular guy here or the one everyone wants to see lose. It totally makes sense, and since your all about truth and shocking conspiracies, I thought I'd reveal a giant shocker right here, live in this Steve Awesome promo......ya ready for it?”
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Epic pause for dramatic effect.....drum roll.....he walks up real close to the camera so everyone can hear this shocking secret he isn't supposed to reveal.
“I AM A CORPORATE PUPPET!”
He quickly leans back to avoid the proverbial backlash and covers the gaping hole in his face that is his jaw.
“Like totally gasp right?”
Next he's gonna tell Ricky that Santa doesn't really exist either.
“I mean, what did you think Face of the Franchise even meant? That my gimmick was being Shane Douglas's cranium? The big wigs slap my face on the seven eleven cups, they sell my action figure, they put my sexilicious abs on all the posters and it grabs the attention of the millions of wrestlings fans watching at home. Is that what your pissed at Ricky? A freaking marketing ploy? Then fine be mad, but it doesn't change anything. I am everything you say I am.....
With a smirk and a shrug he continues.
“If I wasn't then why would I say I am? I'm good for business, Leonard wants to make some money he puts me at the top of the card. What is he going to do? Use you?”
Pfffft.....
“Yeah, the weird guy who sits in a mysterious room and rambles on and on about conspiracies and the man holding him down like he's some sort of black guy from the seventies. Yup, thats good for buisness right? The card carrying member of the Black Panther Party is the guy who represents this company? Come on think about it Ricky, your just mediocre. Not even worth keeping on the roster, the only reason your in the match is because I wanted to kick your ass before Leonard decides to fire you. I might have gotten an extra title shot every here and there, My feuds and rivalries may have gotten a little extra attention but my career Ricky....
He slowly reaches up and yanks the sunglasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. His face crinkles together as he deals with the anger that was brewing inside of him.
“.....is NOT a conspiracy!”
The word bounces off the four walls that surround him. As he glares into the camera. How pissed would you be if someone tried to tell you the past four years were a lie?
“Whatever extra chances you think I've gotten Ricky, whatever special favors I got from Leonard Fox and management.....they stop there. You've seen the tapes, I'm sure you've watched the DVD's. The camera has followed me my entire life! The whole world has sat and watched me for four years. They've watched me fail, and they've watched me win. But one thing that they can't deny Ricky is that I've been in that ring, each and every week, BUSTING MY ASS, to be where I am today. I EARNED a title shot against Rob Diamond, and then when I wrestled him in a two out three falls match at Picture Perfect, I didn't have Leonard Fox out there in that match holding my hand Ricky I had me, myself, and I! That's it. I won this title all on my own. Ask anybody around if my talent inside that ring is a lie. Ask Falcon, ask Angel, ask Lance Ryan hell ask Spike Kane how real Steve Awesome is. I may be a pampered, pretty boy whose had a lot of things handed to him. But when it comes to wrestling in that ring, I have proved on a consistent basis that I am one of, if not THE best. When it comes to that ring Ricky, I have proven that I got the talent to back up everything I say.
“Have you?”
He pauses for a moment to allow Ricky to try and answer that rhetorical question.
“I gotta be real Ricky, world championships don't go to fakes. So don't let the fact that my face is on t-shirts trick you into thinking that I'm not the Hall of Fame inducted, MULTIPLE time world champion, that has defeated every last person in this entire company....
He points into the camera.
…except for you.”
His eyes narrow into slits. His eyes recognizing the challenge that has been placed in front of him. Just another mediocre Trauma rat that has gotten too big for his britches.
“But come this Sunday, you just become another notch in my belt.”
He smiles.
“Which coincidentally is also available at nCw dot com. For anyone to purchase.”
Fade out on a thumbs up, and a cheesey grin.
“Hello everyone and welcome back to the DDT. The best in online wrestling news. I'm Chris McCloud and next to me is Dan Mitchell.”
“Thats right folks and were on part three of our nCw predictions for there pay per view this Sunday called Nothing To Lose.”
“And of course, guess who is in the main event. Steve Awesome. You know, if I wanted to watch a Steve Awesome match, I'd go to my tivo and watch any Collision from the past four years, Dan.”
“You know, I couldn't agree more Chris. It's like Leonard Fox and the brass in nCw management just like shoving the guy down our throats every month. You know, I was driving down the interstate the other day and I saw a billboard that advertised Nothing to Lose. It had a big picture of Steve Awesome's stupid grin and it just said, “Watch Steve Awesome defend the nCw Championship!”
“Are you kidding me? No mention of Ricky Johnson at all?”
“Zero. Can you believe that? I'm tired of Steve Awesome's face, Chris, and I personally cannot wait to see Ricky Johnson beat him and become world champion! It's Ricky's time, Chris. It's anyone besides Steve Awesome's time.”
“I think there might be some callers who agree. “Has the Face of the Franchise expired? Lets hear what you have to say.”
“Steve Awesome blows. He's old news, get him off my television!”
“Ricky rules! He's going to destroy Steve Awesome.”
“I wanna see Steve die in a fire. Ricky Johnson for brand new world champ!”
*Click*
When Steve slammed the lap top closed it startled Roxi a bit. At first she was upset, but when she looked up and saw the usually flippant world champion staring out the limo window like a little kid driving his family pet to the old farm to “live”, she understood.
“Sorry....”
She said, breathing in through her teeth.
'...I guess I should have thought they'd be ripping you to shreds on there.”
Steve simply shrugs, but still doesn't break his gaze from the yellow lines passing by on the road below him.
“eh, it's the popular thing to do, these days.'
“It's just crazy you know....he pretty much turned the whole world against you. How powerful must Ricky's voice really be?”
This finally generates a response from the champ. He turns away from the window and looks back at her.
“Ricky's voice isn't powerful, it's the words he's saying that are.
Anybody could have done what Ricky did and said what Ricky did and this whole thing still would have started. But it doesn't matter really, I've been hated before.”
She places her hand on his shoulder and scoots in closer to him.
“But that was because of something you did. This time.....people hate you because you just exist. Because you continue to wrestle and do the thing you love. How in the hell can you deal with that?”
Awesome stays silent. How can you deal with something like that? The limo starts to slow down as it pulls into some kind of parking lot. The limo comes to a full stop and Awesome pushes the door open so he could get out. He turns back to Roxi and just shrugs.
“What other choice do I have?”
And with that Roxi watches him exit the limo and walk toward some giant building that sort of looked like a hospital.
“And what about you Ricky? When in the hell did you go from a conspiracy theorist, to just plain damn crazy? I remember back when you were the Rockstar. Just a cool dude with a cool wife, you said “sick burn” a bunch of times and you were fighting guys like Jack Manson with the National Championship on the line.....course you lost that match....because Jack Manson actually showed up....but none the less you were just on the fringe of relevancy back then and now....well....i guess nothing has really changed about you except you were a whole lot nicer back then.”
Steve's back and he has his arms crossed and that sly grin across his face. World Championship over his shoulder.
“I mean I know you've held each championship except the one I'm currently holding for like a month each until somebody beat you down in your first defense. Congrats Ricky you beat all the future endeavor’s for us and got to be called a “champion” for a couple weeks. I know your some sort of internet hero to the fat kids in there basement. But how hard is it to be a hero to the internet fans? All you gotta do is do nothing but kick's and then make this face all the time.”
Steve scrunches his face up like he just might crap himself, screams and thrusts his arms out into the crucifix pose.
“and then of course be somebody who will never actually be anything more then a wrestling geeks wet dream. People like....
He points into the camera lens with an innocent look on his face as if he's preaching the gospel.
….Andrew Jacobsen....
Zack Ryder
...Joe Everyman....
Daniel Bryan
...and you.
He shrugs his shoulders in confusion.
“What else is there Ricky? All those trauma and web show guys you beat supposed to make you some kind of tough guy? Honestly Ricky.....that's it. You've beaten me twice in the past. But this time Ricky....this match has a purpose. It's not some throw a way week where I half ass it and gift wrap a jobber with an ounce of credibility. This is for all the crap you've put me through. The beat downs.....
He counts it down on his fingers.
….the cheap shots....
…..causing the fans to doubt me......
…..putting your grubby hands on MY world championship.”
He takes a moment to pat the face plate of his hard earned championship belt.
“And now it's time to put you in your place Ricky. Back on Trauma, back on the web show, begging management to put you in a match that isn't against Steve Marlay. I'm going to show the world that your little conspiracies, are just real dolled up excuses as to why your inadequate and can't do anything about it. And I know you spent some time going over all the things I might say about you this week and I probably crossed a few off your list. I know...I know.....that makes me oh so unoriginal.....”
He sneers.
“....but just because it's unoriginal doesn't make it any less true.”
He pulls the sunglasses down a bit past his nose and looks over the top with his bright green eyes.
“Aren't you always talking about the truth, Ricky?”
He smirks and grips his bulge.
“Seek this truth, bitch.”
He throws them up with his free hand.
“Deuces.'
Scene up on the poster boy, nCw championship, fresh from Ricky's clutches over his shoulder. He is standing in one of those poses that adorned a million kids walls. Dressed from head to toe in merchandise that had his face or the logo of his company printed onto it. His aviator sunglasses. His InFamous bandana, his tight t-shirt with his face on the front and one of his millions of catchphrases written on the back. His own brand of tight denim jeans that really showcased his bulge in such an extreme fashion. And the final part of the Steve Awesome package.....the one thing that you can't buy in stores.....
….....that cocky smirk.
“If Ricky Johnson is good at anything it's being able to ramble on and on and on about the three same major point's.”
Seriously, the first one was so long and drawn out, I'm just glad I packed a lunch for the second one.
“I mean we get it Ricky, we do. You don't like me because I fit the perfect guy in all your conspiracy theories. Tall, dark, and handsome, debonair, the guy who has accomplished so much without making it seem like he's trying to hard. I mean look at me, I'm a freaking walking billboard! I've been either the main event or the co-main event for this company for four years. Whether I was the most popular guy here or the one everyone wants to see lose. It totally makes sense, and since your all about truth and shocking conspiracies, I thought I'd reveal a giant shocker right here, live in this Steve Awesome promo......ya ready for it?”
javascript:add("","")
Epic pause for dramatic effect.....drum roll.....he walks up real close to the camera so everyone can hear this shocking secret he isn't supposed to reveal.
“I AM A CORPORATE PUPPET!”
He quickly leans back to avoid the proverbial backlash and covers the gaping hole in his face that is his jaw.
“Like totally gasp right?”
Next he's gonna tell Ricky that Santa doesn't really exist either.
“I mean, what did you think Face of the Franchise even meant? That my gimmick was being Shane Douglas's cranium? The big wigs slap my face on the seven eleven cups, they sell my action figure, they put my sexilicious abs on all the posters and it grabs the attention of the millions of wrestlings fans watching at home. Is that what your pissed at Ricky? A freaking marketing ploy? Then fine be mad, but it doesn't change anything. I am everything you say I am.....
With a smirk and a shrug he continues.
“If I wasn't then why would I say I am? I'm good for business, Leonard wants to make some money he puts me at the top of the card. What is he going to do? Use you?”
Pfffft.....
“Yeah, the weird guy who sits in a mysterious room and rambles on and on about conspiracies and the man holding him down like he's some sort of black guy from the seventies. Yup, thats good for buisness right? The card carrying member of the Black Panther Party is the guy who represents this company? Come on think about it Ricky, your just mediocre. Not even worth keeping on the roster, the only reason your in the match is because I wanted to kick your ass before Leonard decides to fire you. I might have gotten an extra title shot every here and there, My feuds and rivalries may have gotten a little extra attention but my career Ricky....
He slowly reaches up and yanks the sunglasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. His face crinkles together as he deals with the anger that was brewing inside of him.
“.....is NOT a conspiracy!”
The word bounces off the four walls that surround him. As he glares into the camera. How pissed would you be if someone tried to tell you the past four years were a lie?
“Whatever extra chances you think I've gotten Ricky, whatever special favors I got from Leonard Fox and management.....they stop there. You've seen the tapes, I'm sure you've watched the DVD's. The camera has followed me my entire life! The whole world has sat and watched me for four years. They've watched me fail, and they've watched me win. But one thing that they can't deny Ricky is that I've been in that ring, each and every week, BUSTING MY ASS, to be where I am today. I EARNED a title shot against Rob Diamond, and then when I wrestled him in a two out three falls match at Picture Perfect, I didn't have Leonard Fox out there in that match holding my hand Ricky I had me, myself, and I! That's it. I won this title all on my own. Ask anybody around if my talent inside that ring is a lie. Ask Falcon, ask Angel, ask Lance Ryan hell ask Spike Kane how real Steve Awesome is. I may be a pampered, pretty boy whose had a lot of things handed to him. But when it comes to wrestling in that ring, I have proved on a consistent basis that I am one of, if not THE best. When it comes to that ring Ricky, I have proven that I got the talent to back up everything I say.
“Have you?”
He pauses for a moment to allow Ricky to try and answer that rhetorical question.
“I gotta be real Ricky, world championships don't go to fakes. So don't let the fact that my face is on t-shirts trick you into thinking that I'm not the Hall of Fame inducted, MULTIPLE time world champion, that has defeated every last person in this entire company....
He points into the camera.
…except for you.”
His eyes narrow into slits. His eyes recognizing the challenge that has been placed in front of him. Just another mediocre Trauma rat that has gotten too big for his britches.
“But come this Sunday, you just become another notch in my belt.”
He smiles.
“Which coincidentally is also available at nCw dot com. For anyone to purchase.”
Fade out on a thumbs up, and a cheesey grin.
“Hello everyone and welcome back to the DDT. The best in online wrestling news. I'm Chris McCloud and next to me is Dan Mitchell.”
“Thats right folks and were on part three of our nCw predictions for there pay per view this Sunday called Nothing To Lose.”
“And of course, guess who is in the main event. Steve Awesome. You know, if I wanted to watch a Steve Awesome match, I'd go to my tivo and watch any Collision from the past four years, Dan.”
“You know, I couldn't agree more Chris. It's like Leonard Fox and the brass in nCw management just like shoving the guy down our throats every month. You know, I was driving down the interstate the other day and I saw a billboard that advertised Nothing to Lose. It had a big picture of Steve Awesome's stupid grin and it just said, “Watch Steve Awesome defend the nCw Championship!”
“Are you kidding me? No mention of Ricky Johnson at all?”
“Zero. Can you believe that? I'm tired of Steve Awesome's face, Chris, and I personally cannot wait to see Ricky Johnson beat him and become world champion! It's Ricky's time, Chris. It's anyone besides Steve Awesome's time.”
“I think there might be some callers who agree. “Has the Face of the Franchise expired? Lets hear what you have to say.”
“Steve Awesome blows. He's old news, get him off my television!”
“Ricky rules! He's going to destroy Steve Awesome.”
“I wanna see Steve die in a fire. Ricky Johnson for brand new world champ!”
*Click*
When Steve slammed the lap top closed it startled Roxi a bit. At first she was upset, but when she looked up and saw the usually flippant world champion staring out the limo window like a little kid driving his family pet to the old farm to “live”, she understood.
“Sorry....”
She said, breathing in through her teeth.
'...I guess I should have thought they'd be ripping you to shreds on there.”
Steve simply shrugs, but still doesn't break his gaze from the yellow lines passing by on the road below him.
“eh, it's the popular thing to do, these days.'
“It's just crazy you know....he pretty much turned the whole world against you. How powerful must Ricky's voice really be?”
This finally generates a response from the champ. He turns away from the window and looks back at her.
“Ricky's voice isn't powerful, it's the words he's saying that are.
Anybody could have done what Ricky did and said what Ricky did and this whole thing still would have started. But it doesn't matter really, I've been hated before.”
She places her hand on his shoulder and scoots in closer to him.
“But that was because of something you did. This time.....people hate you because you just exist. Because you continue to wrestle and do the thing you love. How in the hell can you deal with that?”
Awesome stays silent. How can you deal with something like that? The limo starts to slow down as it pulls into some kind of parking lot. The limo comes to a full stop and Awesome pushes the door open so he could get out. He turns back to Roxi and just shrugs.
“What other choice do I have?”
And with that Roxi watches him exit the limo and walk toward some giant building that sort of looked like a hospital.
“And what about you Ricky? When in the hell did you go from a conspiracy theorist, to just plain damn crazy? I remember back when you were the Rockstar. Just a cool dude with a cool wife, you said “sick burn” a bunch of times and you were fighting guys like Jack Manson with the National Championship on the line.....course you lost that match....because Jack Manson actually showed up....but none the less you were just on the fringe of relevancy back then and now....well....i guess nothing has really changed about you except you were a whole lot nicer back then.”
Steve's back and he has his arms crossed and that sly grin across his face. World Championship over his shoulder.
“I mean I know you've held each championship except the one I'm currently holding for like a month each until somebody beat you down in your first defense. Congrats Ricky you beat all the future endeavor’s for us and got to be called a “champion” for a couple weeks. I know your some sort of internet hero to the fat kids in there basement. But how hard is it to be a hero to the internet fans? All you gotta do is do nothing but kick's and then make this face all the time.”
Steve scrunches his face up like he just might crap himself, screams and thrusts his arms out into the crucifix pose.
“and then of course be somebody who will never actually be anything more then a wrestling geeks wet dream. People like....
He points into the camera lens with an innocent look on his face as if he's preaching the gospel.
….Andrew Jacobsen....
Zack Ryder
...Joe Everyman....
Daniel Bryan
...and you.
He shrugs his shoulders in confusion.
“What else is there Ricky? All those trauma and web show guys you beat supposed to make you some kind of tough guy? Honestly Ricky.....that's it. You've beaten me twice in the past. But this time Ricky....this match has a purpose. It's not some throw a way week where I half ass it and gift wrap a jobber with an ounce of credibility. This is for all the crap you've put me through. The beat downs.....
He counts it down on his fingers.
….the cheap shots....
…..causing the fans to doubt me......
…..putting your grubby hands on MY world championship.”
He takes a moment to pat the face plate of his hard earned championship belt.
“And now it's time to put you in your place Ricky. Back on Trauma, back on the web show, begging management to put you in a match that isn't against Steve Marlay. I'm going to show the world that your little conspiracies, are just real dolled up excuses as to why your inadequate and can't do anything about it. And I know you spent some time going over all the things I might say about you this week and I probably crossed a few off your list. I know...I know.....that makes me oh so unoriginal.....”
He sneers.
“....but just because it's unoriginal doesn't make it any less true.”
He pulls the sunglasses down a bit past his nose and looks over the top with his bright green eyes.
“Aren't you always talking about the truth, Ricky?”
He smirks and grips his bulge.
“Seek this truth, bitch.”
He throws them up with his free hand.
“Deuces.'