Post by Steve Awesome on Aug 27, 2011 18:19:28 GMT -6
The sliding double doors of the hospital opened for him from almost three feet away. In a way it almost felt welcoming for him. In times where nobody seemed to want him around, it was nice to think that at least something was anticipating his arrival. The front lobby barely had any people in it, except for two random twenty somethings standing back near the coke machines. They instantly spotted the world champion step into the building and they made a bee line right toward him. If the looks on there faces didn't give you a hint, the clothes they wore were a dead give away. One of those old “I still Believe in Davey Ortega” tees and a slightly stained up “XHF WILL NEVER DIE” hoodie.
…..smarks.
Angry smarks.
The fans, one with brown hair and one with blonde, back the world champion into a corner with there accusing eyes and there pointy fingers.
“Well look at what we have here.....if it isn't the face of the franchise?”
They look the champion up and down with pure disgust.
“Must be him. He's dressed in nothing but merchandise my seven year old brother bought from nCw shop zone.”
“What happened Steve? Holding he entire roster down in nCw got boring so you decided you wanted to hog the spotlight from sick kids?”
Awesome just dead pan stares through the onslaught of verbal attacks. He tries not to show them that they're pissing him off.
“Glad to see you two could get out of the basement and finally get some sun. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do.”
Steve shoves his way through the two opinionated fans and tries to leave but they keep heckling him.
“Pffft, yeah right....Steve Awesome never does the job.”
“That's not necessarily true dude, he does do a job. A “blow job” in order to get more title shots.”
They both laugh at there jokes and they high five each other in celebration of there epic burns. What they don't notice though, is Steve's knuckles slowly turning white.
“Seriously Steve, I really hope Ricky injures you out there.”
“Yeah. That's probably the only way they'll ever take you off tv.”
He was at a crossroads right here. The company man in him is telling him to just walk away. Avoid the inevitable law suit and just walk away. But his InFamous side is telling him to kick this little douchebags in the nads and then walk away. Lawsuit be damned. Oh....decisions....decisions....
“Look here you little punks! I-”
“Mister Awesome, glad you could make it.”
Steve turns his head to see where the voice came from. It belonged to some guy wearing a t-shirt that read “Dream-a-Dream.” He comes up and places his arm around the world champion and leads him toward a nearby door. The two fans make funny faces and lewd blow job references as he walks away but Steve could still see it in the corner of his eye. He tries to turn back to say something but the guy keeps him on course.
“Don't worry about them. Wrestling fans can be very rude and very critical. For example....I dont really like Falcon all that much. Stupid bird brained loser, thinks he can wax philosophical about peoples lives.....pedophilia....ugh....he's the worst.”
The guy mutter some stuff under his breath about the hall of famer as Steve listens, growing a bit disgusted the more he listens.
“But enough about that, I have a cancer patient here who is a huge wrestling fan. I really think seeing you would really up his spirits during this trying time.”
Steve smiled. Finally, somebody who didn't hate his guts.
“Sounds great man. I'm sure this kid could use a friend. And honestly, so could I.”
The guy opens up a random door and motions for Steve to go in.
“Well lets get everything set up then....”
They both walk in and close the door shut.
We're back on Steve Awesome, he's dressed in the same get up as last time and he still looks extra sexy. I swear, the dude barely winks at a girl and her panties are off.
“You know, when I was growing up in Michigan my parents really only gave me one option for a future. Go to college become a doctor and make a lot of money. It was just tradition you know? Everybody else in my family did it, and when I turned eighteen everyone was looking at me to do the same thing. So you could imagine there surprise when I come home one day and told them that I had enrolled in a wrestling school instead of Harvard or Yale. My mom, she feinted. My dad, he drunk himself stupid and then yelled at me for an hour, but it was no use. Maybe it was just my stubbornness or the fact that they were trying to make me into somebody I wasn't, but my mind was made up and I was going to wrestling school.'
“I worked hard, graduated at the top of my class....”
He breathes on his manicured nails and shines them up on his t-shirt.
“.....and soon it wasn't long until I made my debut in a wrestling company based out of England. I relocated, and had to deal with the cultural differences around me, but nothing could change my main goal. To work hard and become one of the best. I know, its a little cliché but thats how I was. Nothing and nobody would stop me from getting as far up the mountain as I possibly could. I just went to the ring every night and I put my heart and my soul into it and I left it there. As time went on, people began to take notice. I kept on getting call ups to bigger more prominent companies. Each one telling me that they were going to put Steve Awesome on the map, they were going to use me to put there companies on the map, but I didn't care about that crap. I just wanted to wrestle. I just wanted to achieve. I just wanted to show the people who doubted me exactly what I could do with wrestling as my career. It wasn't long until I made it back to the united States and it was'nt much longer until I was signing a contract with Leonard Fox.”
“The more I wrestled, the more my stock rose. The more my stock rose, the more merchandise I would sell and it didnt take much up in marketing to realize that I was the person they wanted to use to sell there company. I didn't care, I just wanted to wrestle. I just wanted to be the best. The one day, in his old interview show, Keybo Shabaz coined the term “Face of the Franchise” and that was that. My hard work, my blood, sweat and tears, had transformed me into a superstar.'
“I never planned on becoming this. I never walked up to Leonard with the deed to my soul and ask him to make his best offer. I just wanted to become the best. I just wanted to go out there and do the thing I loved more then anything and have the people out there tell me I did a good job. I wanted people, when they considered dream matches, to wanna include me in those pair ups. I wanted to become like Spike Kane and Lance Ryan. I wanted that respect.”
“But now when I look around, I don't see that anymore. Even as I hold the world championship, I just get crapped on. People show there disdain for me because I'm successful. People get mad when I get another title shot because I got stuck in a tag match instead of the actual world championship title match that I really earned by beating Trent. They want me to hang it up, step back, go home. They use words like give and let when they talk about the new guys and I think to myself.....for real!?
That's the way you want it to happen? Nobody “let” me become a champion. Nobody “gave” me a shot at the spotlight. I had to break Trent Helm's wrist just to get a taste of it! I had to work hard for three years just to earn the title for real this time. Guys like Falcon, Angel, Adam Knite and myself....we had to EARN our spots here. And we did that by BEATING the guys that came before us in the middle of the ring. Nobody stepped back and gave us a chance, we pushed those mother****ers out of the way and we TOOK our chance at stardom.
And now all of you have to do the same thing. Love it or hate folks, but I absolutely refuse to go home and let guys like Ricky Johnson or Roberto Verona have the spot I worked so hard for. If you guys want to be the future, you have to destroy the past! Until then, your nothing but talk. And even if it means me being champion for another year, and main eventing pay per views until im old and grey, I'm not going home until somebody....
Makes me.
We open up in what looks like a hospital bed. A little boy, bald and all hooked up to the equipment lays there looking pale and miserable. A doctor checks his chart and just shakes his head in sadness as he shows the nurse the read out.
“It's really only a matter of time.”
The doctor said, the gravity in his voice was enough to inform you exactly what he meant. As the doctor leaves, the man in the “Dream-a-Dream” shirt comes bursting into the door with huge smile on his face, followed by a group of cameramen.
“Kyle O'Nassis!”
The little boys ears perk up and he sits up in his bed to see what was going on.
“This is Dream-a-Dream! We know your fighting for your life, and we wanted to do something nice for you. So we want to make your wildest dreams come true! Tell us Kyle....”
The guy walks over to the side of the bed and stares into the camera next to the kid.
“What do you dream about?”
The kid glances at all the people in the room and then covers his mouth when he coughs. He considers it for a brief moment.
“Ummmmm......I dream about not dieing from cancer.”
Awkward stare from the guy into the camera.
“Well, we'd love to make that dream come true....but unfortunately modern science has only come so far.”
The kid scoffs at the understatement.
“Tell me about it.....”
The guy puts his hand on little Kyle's shoulder.
“But I think we got the next best thing Kyle. We got your favorite nCw wrestler to come here and visit you today.”
His eyes light up.
“No effing way!”
The host smiles and nods his head.
“Way. We got you the hall of famer, the two time world champion, the best wrestler in the world.....”
Kyle could barely contain himself.
“You got Falcon!?”
“What!? No way! I got you the Face of the Franchise and the current champion of the world....Steve Awesome!!!!!”
On cue, Steve comes running into the room, world title on his shoulder and the sunglasses on his face.
“Hi Kyle! I herd you were a fan of mine.”
Kyle just stares. You could just see the enthusiasm running out of his body.
“Are you F*bleep*ing kidding me!?”
Kyle glares at the room full of cameras.
“I'm dieing in three months and this is the clown you brought me!? Out of the whole roster, Ricky Johnson, Falcon, Ander Carvetti, Trent Helms.....you bring me this spotlight hogging, five move knowing, merchandise shilling whore? Do I look like I'm seven?”
The kid may be dieing in a couple months, but today Steve died a little inside.
“You guys suck. Steve sucks.”
Steve tries to save the whole situation from being a total failure.
“I'm sorry I'm not who you want to see. But I'm here now, and I want to help. Maybe I could just sit with you and talk with you anyways, y'know? Try and keep you company?”
The kid spits in his general direction.
“Pfft, I might as well die now.”
The kid reaches down near his bed and yanks his life support out of the wall. All the machines turn off instantly and he rolls over and goes to sleep. Steve just stands there in disbelief.
“Did he just....”
The host walks up next to him and pats him on the shoulder.
“Heavens no. They were just monitoring him, not keeping him alive. But boy does that sting.....kid would rather die then hang out with you. I'd feel pretty bad if I were you.”
He didn't know the half of it.
“one thing is true Ricky.....you sure did do a great job of turning them all against me.”
He shrugs.
“I don't know what to do with myself to be honest. I only have two options right now. Give in and go home and hate my life, or stand up and stay and still hate my life. I feel like even if I kick your ass at the pay per view and retain my title its just going to be the same crap coming from the next guy. Telling me about all my favors, how I'm just a corporate tool. I'll have to listen to another guy berate me, listen to him as he paints a strange picture of fantasy. They'll tell me that my time is over, that I never deserved it in the first place, and that they will be the ones that will finally break me. Then I'll have to strap on the old kick pads and prove myself all over again for the world to still crap on me the moment my back is turned.”
He sighs and shakes his head. He shrugs weakly then lets his shoulders slump to the side.
“Whats the point?”
“Maybe Ricky is right? Maybe everything I have done and accomplished in this company was pre-determined. Maybe I'm just a vehicle to sell DVD's and keep little kids interested. Maybe I'm just suppose to look good in front of a camera to get the female demographic to turn into Collision every week. Maybe I'm just here for nCw to be able to collect revenue from all the movies I star in? Maybe I should just give up? Go home and forget about this business. Turn my back on it like it's done to me. Maybe I should just pack up and go home and “let” Ricky have his time because lord knows he isn't going to beat me if I show up. If I left tomorrow, would anybody even miss me?”
He shrugs his shoulders again.
“Probably not. In fact, I bet there would be people out there celebrating. Just loving the fact that Steve Awesome has finally left. Maybe I'll just give Ricky what he wants. I'll hand him the world title and then I'll just walk away.”
Steve spins on his heel and just heads for the door. He gets about five feet when he suddenly stops and comes walking back.
“But then again, I haven’t been able to satisfy the fans yet, so why should I start now? Ricky Johnson.....you may have turned the fans against me. They may hate me just as much as you do, but one thing is for certain.....you can never RUIN my passion for this business. You can never RUIN my strive to be the best. I've got plenty of friends, Rob Diamond, The Ace, your wife....I have a girl that loves me. Who are your friends, mister socially awkward conspiracy theorist? Who has your back? The fans? They only like you because your going against me. They're just gonna rally behind the next guy who tries to take my title away. But thats fine....I'd very much rather be hated for what I am Ricky, then be loved for being something that you're not.”
He pauses for dramatic effect.
“A winner.”
He throws them up.
“Deuces.”
…..smarks.
Angry smarks.
The fans, one with brown hair and one with blonde, back the world champion into a corner with there accusing eyes and there pointy fingers.
“Well look at what we have here.....if it isn't the face of the franchise?”
They look the champion up and down with pure disgust.
“Must be him. He's dressed in nothing but merchandise my seven year old brother bought from nCw shop zone.”
“What happened Steve? Holding he entire roster down in nCw got boring so you decided you wanted to hog the spotlight from sick kids?”
Awesome just dead pan stares through the onslaught of verbal attacks. He tries not to show them that they're pissing him off.
“Glad to see you two could get out of the basement and finally get some sun. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do.”
Steve shoves his way through the two opinionated fans and tries to leave but they keep heckling him.
“Pffft, yeah right....Steve Awesome never does the job.”
“That's not necessarily true dude, he does do a job. A “blow job” in order to get more title shots.”
They both laugh at there jokes and they high five each other in celebration of there epic burns. What they don't notice though, is Steve's knuckles slowly turning white.
“Seriously Steve, I really hope Ricky injures you out there.”
“Yeah. That's probably the only way they'll ever take you off tv.”
He was at a crossroads right here. The company man in him is telling him to just walk away. Avoid the inevitable law suit and just walk away. But his InFamous side is telling him to kick this little douchebags in the nads and then walk away. Lawsuit be damned. Oh....decisions....decisions....
“Look here you little punks! I-”
“Mister Awesome, glad you could make it.”
Steve turns his head to see where the voice came from. It belonged to some guy wearing a t-shirt that read “Dream-a-Dream.” He comes up and places his arm around the world champion and leads him toward a nearby door. The two fans make funny faces and lewd blow job references as he walks away but Steve could still see it in the corner of his eye. He tries to turn back to say something but the guy keeps him on course.
“Don't worry about them. Wrestling fans can be very rude and very critical. For example....I dont really like Falcon all that much. Stupid bird brained loser, thinks he can wax philosophical about peoples lives.....pedophilia....ugh....he's the worst.”
The guy mutter some stuff under his breath about the hall of famer as Steve listens, growing a bit disgusted the more he listens.
“But enough about that, I have a cancer patient here who is a huge wrestling fan. I really think seeing you would really up his spirits during this trying time.”
Steve smiled. Finally, somebody who didn't hate his guts.
“Sounds great man. I'm sure this kid could use a friend. And honestly, so could I.”
The guy opens up a random door and motions for Steve to go in.
“Well lets get everything set up then....”
They both walk in and close the door shut.
We're back on Steve Awesome, he's dressed in the same get up as last time and he still looks extra sexy. I swear, the dude barely winks at a girl and her panties are off.
“You know, when I was growing up in Michigan my parents really only gave me one option for a future. Go to college become a doctor and make a lot of money. It was just tradition you know? Everybody else in my family did it, and when I turned eighteen everyone was looking at me to do the same thing. So you could imagine there surprise when I come home one day and told them that I had enrolled in a wrestling school instead of Harvard or Yale. My mom, she feinted. My dad, he drunk himself stupid and then yelled at me for an hour, but it was no use. Maybe it was just my stubbornness or the fact that they were trying to make me into somebody I wasn't, but my mind was made up and I was going to wrestling school.'
“I worked hard, graduated at the top of my class....”
He breathes on his manicured nails and shines them up on his t-shirt.
“.....and soon it wasn't long until I made my debut in a wrestling company based out of England. I relocated, and had to deal with the cultural differences around me, but nothing could change my main goal. To work hard and become one of the best. I know, its a little cliché but thats how I was. Nothing and nobody would stop me from getting as far up the mountain as I possibly could. I just went to the ring every night and I put my heart and my soul into it and I left it there. As time went on, people began to take notice. I kept on getting call ups to bigger more prominent companies. Each one telling me that they were going to put Steve Awesome on the map, they were going to use me to put there companies on the map, but I didn't care about that crap. I just wanted to wrestle. I just wanted to achieve. I just wanted to show the people who doubted me exactly what I could do with wrestling as my career. It wasn't long until I made it back to the united States and it was'nt much longer until I was signing a contract with Leonard Fox.”
“The more I wrestled, the more my stock rose. The more my stock rose, the more merchandise I would sell and it didnt take much up in marketing to realize that I was the person they wanted to use to sell there company. I didn't care, I just wanted to wrestle. I just wanted to be the best. The one day, in his old interview show, Keybo Shabaz coined the term “Face of the Franchise” and that was that. My hard work, my blood, sweat and tears, had transformed me into a superstar.'
“I never planned on becoming this. I never walked up to Leonard with the deed to my soul and ask him to make his best offer. I just wanted to become the best. I just wanted to go out there and do the thing I loved more then anything and have the people out there tell me I did a good job. I wanted people, when they considered dream matches, to wanna include me in those pair ups. I wanted to become like Spike Kane and Lance Ryan. I wanted that respect.”
“But now when I look around, I don't see that anymore. Even as I hold the world championship, I just get crapped on. People show there disdain for me because I'm successful. People get mad when I get another title shot because I got stuck in a tag match instead of the actual world championship title match that I really earned by beating Trent. They want me to hang it up, step back, go home. They use words like give and let when they talk about the new guys and I think to myself.....for real!?
That's the way you want it to happen? Nobody “let” me become a champion. Nobody “gave” me a shot at the spotlight. I had to break Trent Helm's wrist just to get a taste of it! I had to work hard for three years just to earn the title for real this time. Guys like Falcon, Angel, Adam Knite and myself....we had to EARN our spots here. And we did that by BEATING the guys that came before us in the middle of the ring. Nobody stepped back and gave us a chance, we pushed those mother****ers out of the way and we TOOK our chance at stardom.
And now all of you have to do the same thing. Love it or hate folks, but I absolutely refuse to go home and let guys like Ricky Johnson or Roberto Verona have the spot I worked so hard for. If you guys want to be the future, you have to destroy the past! Until then, your nothing but talk. And even if it means me being champion for another year, and main eventing pay per views until im old and grey, I'm not going home until somebody....
Makes me.
We open up in what looks like a hospital bed. A little boy, bald and all hooked up to the equipment lays there looking pale and miserable. A doctor checks his chart and just shakes his head in sadness as he shows the nurse the read out.
“It's really only a matter of time.”
The doctor said, the gravity in his voice was enough to inform you exactly what he meant. As the doctor leaves, the man in the “Dream-a-Dream” shirt comes bursting into the door with huge smile on his face, followed by a group of cameramen.
“Kyle O'Nassis!”
The little boys ears perk up and he sits up in his bed to see what was going on.
“This is Dream-a-Dream! We know your fighting for your life, and we wanted to do something nice for you. So we want to make your wildest dreams come true! Tell us Kyle....”
The guy walks over to the side of the bed and stares into the camera next to the kid.
“What do you dream about?”
The kid glances at all the people in the room and then covers his mouth when he coughs. He considers it for a brief moment.
“Ummmmm......I dream about not dieing from cancer.”
Awkward stare from the guy into the camera.
“Well, we'd love to make that dream come true....but unfortunately modern science has only come so far.”
The kid scoffs at the understatement.
“Tell me about it.....”
The guy puts his hand on little Kyle's shoulder.
“But I think we got the next best thing Kyle. We got your favorite nCw wrestler to come here and visit you today.”
His eyes light up.
“No effing way!”
The host smiles and nods his head.
“Way. We got you the hall of famer, the two time world champion, the best wrestler in the world.....”
Kyle could barely contain himself.
“You got Falcon!?”
“What!? No way! I got you the Face of the Franchise and the current champion of the world....Steve Awesome!!!!!”
On cue, Steve comes running into the room, world title on his shoulder and the sunglasses on his face.
“Hi Kyle! I herd you were a fan of mine.”
Kyle just stares. You could just see the enthusiasm running out of his body.
“Are you F*bleep*ing kidding me!?”
Kyle glares at the room full of cameras.
“I'm dieing in three months and this is the clown you brought me!? Out of the whole roster, Ricky Johnson, Falcon, Ander Carvetti, Trent Helms.....you bring me this spotlight hogging, five move knowing, merchandise shilling whore? Do I look like I'm seven?”
The kid may be dieing in a couple months, but today Steve died a little inside.
“You guys suck. Steve sucks.”
Steve tries to save the whole situation from being a total failure.
“I'm sorry I'm not who you want to see. But I'm here now, and I want to help. Maybe I could just sit with you and talk with you anyways, y'know? Try and keep you company?”
The kid spits in his general direction.
“Pfft, I might as well die now.”
The kid reaches down near his bed and yanks his life support out of the wall. All the machines turn off instantly and he rolls over and goes to sleep. Steve just stands there in disbelief.
“Did he just....”
The host walks up next to him and pats him on the shoulder.
“Heavens no. They were just monitoring him, not keeping him alive. But boy does that sting.....kid would rather die then hang out with you. I'd feel pretty bad if I were you.”
He didn't know the half of it.
“one thing is true Ricky.....you sure did do a great job of turning them all against me.”
He shrugs.
“I don't know what to do with myself to be honest. I only have two options right now. Give in and go home and hate my life, or stand up and stay and still hate my life. I feel like even if I kick your ass at the pay per view and retain my title its just going to be the same crap coming from the next guy. Telling me about all my favors, how I'm just a corporate tool. I'll have to listen to another guy berate me, listen to him as he paints a strange picture of fantasy. They'll tell me that my time is over, that I never deserved it in the first place, and that they will be the ones that will finally break me. Then I'll have to strap on the old kick pads and prove myself all over again for the world to still crap on me the moment my back is turned.”
He sighs and shakes his head. He shrugs weakly then lets his shoulders slump to the side.
“Whats the point?”
“Maybe Ricky is right? Maybe everything I have done and accomplished in this company was pre-determined. Maybe I'm just a vehicle to sell DVD's and keep little kids interested. Maybe I'm just suppose to look good in front of a camera to get the female demographic to turn into Collision every week. Maybe I'm just here for nCw to be able to collect revenue from all the movies I star in? Maybe I should just give up? Go home and forget about this business. Turn my back on it like it's done to me. Maybe I should just pack up and go home and “let” Ricky have his time because lord knows he isn't going to beat me if I show up. If I left tomorrow, would anybody even miss me?”
He shrugs his shoulders again.
“Probably not. In fact, I bet there would be people out there celebrating. Just loving the fact that Steve Awesome has finally left. Maybe I'll just give Ricky what he wants. I'll hand him the world title and then I'll just walk away.”
Steve spins on his heel and just heads for the door. He gets about five feet when he suddenly stops and comes walking back.
“But then again, I haven’t been able to satisfy the fans yet, so why should I start now? Ricky Johnson.....you may have turned the fans against me. They may hate me just as much as you do, but one thing is for certain.....you can never RUIN my passion for this business. You can never RUIN my strive to be the best. I've got plenty of friends, Rob Diamond, The Ace, your wife....I have a girl that loves me. Who are your friends, mister socially awkward conspiracy theorist? Who has your back? The fans? They only like you because your going against me. They're just gonna rally behind the next guy who tries to take my title away. But thats fine....I'd very much rather be hated for what I am Ricky, then be loved for being something that you're not.”
He pauses for dramatic effect.
“A winner.”
He throws them up.
“Deuces.”