Post by Steve Awesome on Aug 28, 2011 3:20:09 GMT -6
Shot of Crystal Hilton sitting against the bed board. In there Detroit home.
“If that's what you wanna do babe, I support you.”
She kisses him.
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Fade in on The Ace sipping on a pint at the bar.
“That's pretty drastic dude. Have you thought about it completely?”
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Roxi Johnson stands there with her jaw open.
“Don't give in to them Steve....don't let Ricky win!”
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The camera slowly fades in on the nCw World Championship title that hung majestically over his shoulder. He was dressed the same, everything about him just screamed “As seen on Tv” section. But the only thing missing was that arrogant grin that was almost always there to greet us. Instead it was a look of annoyance. A look of frustration. It's been a month of the same crap day in and day out from the so called number one contender, his flock of sheep,consistently shoveling crap on him on the internet and in person when they have the ability too, and quite frankly, he's tired of all of it.
He sighs.
'Here I am again, responding to the SAME accusations, the SAME insults, the SAME conspiracies, and the SAME crap, that you've been peddaling in these long drawn out promos that literally make me wanna punch babies. You would think somebody with as cracked out of a personality as yours Ricky, could come up with a little variety to his ramblings. I mean, do something, be like Trent Helms and take a ride on the magic school bus right in the middle of your promo, feed a monkey a banana, crack a joke.....****ing smile! Make me feel like I'm talking to a human instead of reply to every thing I just said in order while putting song lyrics in between. I mean seriously Ricky, that's supposed to be your grand finale? You just ramble even longer then that past two times combined and put song lyrics in between? Seriously?”
He peers over the top of his sunglasses and stares at him like the idiot he is.
“Is that the best YOU can do?”
humph...
“I mean, what in the hell do you want me to say Ricky? I'm a bad person? I've done things I shouldn't be proud of? You should know this already! I got a shot at Rob Diamond. I wasn't satisfied that the real title match that I did EARN was shenaniganized....
Yup, I made that word up.
….By management, the same people that are supposed to be watching my back mind you, and turned into a tag team match. So I got in Rob's face and I demanded another one. And I got it because I've earned a shot at the title at any point, to be perfectly honest with you. By getting in that ring and pinning guys like Falcon and Angel and Rob Diamond and Lance Ryan and Spike Kane and Trent Helms and Dave Holland and all those other guys you tend to believe are on the same level as you but I dont ever think you've ever beat once. I got that title shot the same way you got yours, by taking opportunity by the hand and leading it where YOU wanted it to go.
He points a finger into the camera.
It's not a conspiracy Ricky it's called showing some damn initiative. Title shots don't go to people who sit in a dark room and bitch, they go to people who step up and show they deserve it. I received five title matches in a four year span where I never left once and have been consistently at the top of the ranks throughout my career. You made it to the top of the ranks recently and now you got a title shot. But the way you make it seem is that even though I win matches and put myself in title contention again and again through that method, but I shouldn't get another shot because I already had a turn? I should just sit back and wait till everyone else gets a title shot first? This isn't kindergarten Ricky, this is a cut throat competition where people work every day to raise up those ranks and earn the title shots the right way. I'm not waiting for Joe Everyman or Hexx to get another pity shot before I get the shot I deserve. You know what Ricky? It is what it is man. We're two different people with two different opinions from two different worlds. I'm a pretty boy athlete with a million dollar smile and the world championship, your an internet sensation, an indy darling for wants to be an individual...
AKA ugly.
….Were never gonna agree. The only thing we can do is settle it in the middle of the ring where I will be forced to crush your dreams Ricky and shatter them into nothing.....
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We open to Rob Diamond in his Infamous garb, playing some playstaion.
“Don't do it bro.....You know I'd miss you way to much!”
He pauses the game and bats his eyelashes at him.
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Falcon is standing in the weight room, getting ready to work on his cardio.
“You really wanna know what I think?”
He turns around to dial the training specifics onto the device then turns back around.
“Hey where did you go?”
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Fade in on Zelda Knite. Sitting at home. Doing nothing.
“Steve....don't make the same mistakes that I did. Because once you do it, you can't go back to the way things used to be.”
She puts her hand on his shoulder.
“Don't give them the satisfaction.”
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He leaned against his 2005 Shelby Mustang as it sat in some parking lot. His arms crossed, his world title most likely packed safely in one of his duffel bags.
“The money is a perk, there's no doubt about that. I enjoy all the things that go along with being a man in my position. I can't lie. When the world thinks nCw they think my face and they turn on the TV or they go to the show in there town. But I always liked to think that after they were greeted by my face, they left the arena, after they turned off the TV they went away with a piece of my heart and my soul. No matter what I was doing in this company I always put my heart into everything. Every match, every promo, every backstage segment. No matter if it was black or three sizes two big, I wore it on my sleeve for the world to see. I gave them a show, I gave them something to see, I entertained them to a point where they wanted to come back again and watch.'
He smiles. A legit one.
“That always made me feel good.”
He exhales through his nose.
“But lately, its been becoming more and more clear that I wont be feeling that feeling again for a long time. Because Ricky decided he wanted to trash my entire career just so he can get some validation of his own. Ricky, your good. Obviously, your good enough to make the world believe your going to beat me this Sunday. But I'm not gonna openly admit that, because were at each others throats and I'm stubborn. Hell, a couple weeks ago I would have been rooting for you to become world champion, I would have loved to pass the torch to you Ricky.”
He yanks off the sunglasses and glares into the camera. Here comes his big boy voice.
“But not now Ricky. Not after everything we've been through. No, now I have something to prove Ricky, a statement to make. You got me backed into a corner Ricky, you got the mobs with there pitchforks and torches ready to back me up off the cliff. Nobody in the world thinks I can beat you...
Except everyone in the prediction thread.
“….You have this clear vision of your “destiny” being fullfilled. Of becoming the first grand slam champ, of becoming the world champion, of sealing your induction into the hall of fame, of becoming the hero of the new generation. You want the happy ending to your story Ricky, you want people to talk about the time when the great Ricky Johnson overcame the Corporate Machine and brought the title back to the people. But im sorry Rick, but I just cant allow that happen. Not this Sunday...not now.
He flashes that adversity doubting grin.
“Now I gotta show you exactly how powerful the corporate machine is. How good the Face of the Franchise can be when he really sets his mind to it. You may have the support of the whole free world Ricky, you may think you have this huge advantage but I've been in this situation before. These are the moments I strive for Ricky, when they say I cant do it...when the world says it's impossible, I rise up and I make impossible my bitch!'
He pounds his fist into his flat palm.
“When they tell me it never happens I go out there and prove otherwise IN SPITE of the naysayers. So keep telling the world I can't do it. Ricky I respect what you bring to the table myself, but it's not a disrespectful thing to say that i'm better then you Ricky. Not when it's the truth. What chance to you have against a man like me? Your greatest accomplishment was losing your titles to men who are far better then you. I'm the Face of the Franchise Ricky, the pampered golden boy, who sales merchandise, entertains the masses and kicks all sorts of asses...I'm the best in the world two times over Ricky and when it comes to that ring....”
He throws it up. A single flat palm in front of his face, knuckles facing out. He then waves said back and forth repeatedly.
...You just can't see me.”
Leonard Fox was busy doing paperwork in his office when all of a sudden the world championship falls flat on his desk. It startles the old man and he quickly looks up to see Steve Awesome standing in his office.
“I'm done.”
Leonard cleans his ear.
“Come again?”
Steve steps forward.
“After my match with Ricky. I'm done being your guy. I'm done with all the appearances, i'm done with all the talk shows, the autograph signings...i'm done with all of it.”
He slashes the air with both arms to emphasize the point further.
“I don't want to be the Face of the Franchise anymore.”
Leonard stays silent for a few moments but then smiles.
“Too bad.”
“But the people, they don't want to see me anymore. This kid, he would rather kill himself then talk to me.”
Leonard nods his head, he herd about that scenario.
“He wasn't hooked up to life support. He was just making a point. A point that I don't care about. Who cares what a couple kids on the internet says about you? Do you realize how many people buy the pay per view with you on it? Who cares about the opinions of ten percent when the ninety is whats making me money.”
Steve grunts in annoyance.
“I do! I don't want to deal with it anymore. Not while im some social pariah. So find yourself a new corporate tool or else....'
Leonards eyes narrow. The boss doesnt like being challenged.
“Or else what? You'll quit?”
Steve's eyes narrow too. he didn't enjoy being challenged either.
“Thought crossed my mind.”
Leonard smiles. he almost looks inviting.
“Try it. And 'I'll sue you so hard, you'll wish I used lube. See what you don't understand Steve is your contractually obligated to be..as you put it...my corporate tool. And if I say, you have to show up at a hospital and hug retards all night then you had damn well do it!”
Leonard hands him a copy of Steve's contract.
“After your last outburst, I had to take a minute to relook your contract over and low and behold according to that signed document......”
He smiles and a baby starts crying somewhere in the building.
“....I can shove you down anyones throats anytime I want. If I want you to main event a pay per view, your going to do it. If I want you to star in a commercial, your going to do it. If I want you to sign autographs at an IT convention, your going to do it. Because I own you Steve.”
He starts to laugh in textbook villain form.
“I own your face.”
Steve just grits his teeth, because he knows there really isn't much he can do about it.
“And most of all....I own your soul!”
Leo laughs again.
“Now get out of my office and shake that ass around so I can sell some more tickets.....champ.
Fade out on the two men glaring at each other.
“If that's what you wanna do babe, I support you.”
She kisses him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Fade in on The Ace sipping on a pint at the bar.
“That's pretty drastic dude. Have you thought about it completely?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Roxi Johnson stands there with her jaw open.
“Don't give in to them Steve....don't let Ricky win!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
The camera slowly fades in on the nCw World Championship title that hung majestically over his shoulder. He was dressed the same, everything about him just screamed “As seen on Tv” section. But the only thing missing was that arrogant grin that was almost always there to greet us. Instead it was a look of annoyance. A look of frustration. It's been a month of the same crap day in and day out from the so called number one contender, his flock of sheep,consistently shoveling crap on him on the internet and in person when they have the ability too, and quite frankly, he's tired of all of it.
He sighs.
'Here I am again, responding to the SAME accusations, the SAME insults, the SAME conspiracies, and the SAME crap, that you've been peddaling in these long drawn out promos that literally make me wanna punch babies. You would think somebody with as cracked out of a personality as yours Ricky, could come up with a little variety to his ramblings. I mean, do something, be like Trent Helms and take a ride on the magic school bus right in the middle of your promo, feed a monkey a banana, crack a joke.....****ing smile! Make me feel like I'm talking to a human instead of reply to every thing I just said in order while putting song lyrics in between. I mean seriously Ricky, that's supposed to be your grand finale? You just ramble even longer then that past two times combined and put song lyrics in between? Seriously?”
He peers over the top of his sunglasses and stares at him like the idiot he is.
“Is that the best YOU can do?”
humph...
“I mean, what in the hell do you want me to say Ricky? I'm a bad person? I've done things I shouldn't be proud of? You should know this already! I got a shot at Rob Diamond. I wasn't satisfied that the real title match that I did EARN was shenaniganized....
Yup, I made that word up.
….By management, the same people that are supposed to be watching my back mind you, and turned into a tag team match. So I got in Rob's face and I demanded another one. And I got it because I've earned a shot at the title at any point, to be perfectly honest with you. By getting in that ring and pinning guys like Falcon and Angel and Rob Diamond and Lance Ryan and Spike Kane and Trent Helms and Dave Holland and all those other guys you tend to believe are on the same level as you but I dont ever think you've ever beat once. I got that title shot the same way you got yours, by taking opportunity by the hand and leading it where YOU wanted it to go.
He points a finger into the camera.
It's not a conspiracy Ricky it's called showing some damn initiative. Title shots don't go to people who sit in a dark room and bitch, they go to people who step up and show they deserve it. I received five title matches in a four year span where I never left once and have been consistently at the top of the ranks throughout my career. You made it to the top of the ranks recently and now you got a title shot. But the way you make it seem is that even though I win matches and put myself in title contention again and again through that method, but I shouldn't get another shot because I already had a turn? I should just sit back and wait till everyone else gets a title shot first? This isn't kindergarten Ricky, this is a cut throat competition where people work every day to raise up those ranks and earn the title shots the right way. I'm not waiting for Joe Everyman or Hexx to get another pity shot before I get the shot I deserve. You know what Ricky? It is what it is man. We're two different people with two different opinions from two different worlds. I'm a pretty boy athlete with a million dollar smile and the world championship, your an internet sensation, an indy darling for wants to be an individual...
AKA ugly.
….Were never gonna agree. The only thing we can do is settle it in the middle of the ring where I will be forced to crush your dreams Ricky and shatter them into nothing.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~```
We open to Rob Diamond in his Infamous garb, playing some playstaion.
“Don't do it bro.....You know I'd miss you way to much!”
He pauses the game and bats his eyelashes at him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``
Falcon is standing in the weight room, getting ready to work on his cardio.
“You really wanna know what I think?”
He turns around to dial the training specifics onto the device then turns back around.
“Hey where did you go?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``
Fade in on Zelda Knite. Sitting at home. Doing nothing.
“Steve....don't make the same mistakes that I did. Because once you do it, you can't go back to the way things used to be.”
She puts her hand on his shoulder.
“Don't give them the satisfaction.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``
He leaned against his 2005 Shelby Mustang as it sat in some parking lot. His arms crossed, his world title most likely packed safely in one of his duffel bags.
“The money is a perk, there's no doubt about that. I enjoy all the things that go along with being a man in my position. I can't lie. When the world thinks nCw they think my face and they turn on the TV or they go to the show in there town. But I always liked to think that after they were greeted by my face, they left the arena, after they turned off the TV they went away with a piece of my heart and my soul. No matter what I was doing in this company I always put my heart into everything. Every match, every promo, every backstage segment. No matter if it was black or three sizes two big, I wore it on my sleeve for the world to see. I gave them a show, I gave them something to see, I entertained them to a point where they wanted to come back again and watch.'
He smiles. A legit one.
“That always made me feel good.”
He exhales through his nose.
“But lately, its been becoming more and more clear that I wont be feeling that feeling again for a long time. Because Ricky decided he wanted to trash my entire career just so he can get some validation of his own. Ricky, your good. Obviously, your good enough to make the world believe your going to beat me this Sunday. But I'm not gonna openly admit that, because were at each others throats and I'm stubborn. Hell, a couple weeks ago I would have been rooting for you to become world champion, I would have loved to pass the torch to you Ricky.”
He yanks off the sunglasses and glares into the camera. Here comes his big boy voice.
“But not now Ricky. Not after everything we've been through. No, now I have something to prove Ricky, a statement to make. You got me backed into a corner Ricky, you got the mobs with there pitchforks and torches ready to back me up off the cliff. Nobody in the world thinks I can beat you...
Except everyone in the prediction thread.
“….You have this clear vision of your “destiny” being fullfilled. Of becoming the first grand slam champ, of becoming the world champion, of sealing your induction into the hall of fame, of becoming the hero of the new generation. You want the happy ending to your story Ricky, you want people to talk about the time when the great Ricky Johnson overcame the Corporate Machine and brought the title back to the people. But im sorry Rick, but I just cant allow that happen. Not this Sunday...not now.
He flashes that adversity doubting grin.
“Now I gotta show you exactly how powerful the corporate machine is. How good the Face of the Franchise can be when he really sets his mind to it. You may have the support of the whole free world Ricky, you may think you have this huge advantage but I've been in this situation before. These are the moments I strive for Ricky, when they say I cant do it...when the world says it's impossible, I rise up and I make impossible my bitch!'
He pounds his fist into his flat palm.
“When they tell me it never happens I go out there and prove otherwise IN SPITE of the naysayers. So keep telling the world I can't do it. Ricky I respect what you bring to the table myself, but it's not a disrespectful thing to say that i'm better then you Ricky. Not when it's the truth. What chance to you have against a man like me? Your greatest accomplishment was losing your titles to men who are far better then you. I'm the Face of the Franchise Ricky, the pampered golden boy, who sales merchandise, entertains the masses and kicks all sorts of asses...I'm the best in the world two times over Ricky and when it comes to that ring....”
He throws it up. A single flat palm in front of his face, knuckles facing out. He then waves said back and forth repeatedly.
...You just can't see me.”
Leonard Fox was busy doing paperwork in his office when all of a sudden the world championship falls flat on his desk. It startles the old man and he quickly looks up to see Steve Awesome standing in his office.
“I'm done.”
Leonard cleans his ear.
“Come again?”
Steve steps forward.
“After my match with Ricky. I'm done being your guy. I'm done with all the appearances, i'm done with all the talk shows, the autograph signings...i'm done with all of it.”
He slashes the air with both arms to emphasize the point further.
“I don't want to be the Face of the Franchise anymore.”
Leonard stays silent for a few moments but then smiles.
“Too bad.”
“But the people, they don't want to see me anymore. This kid, he would rather kill himself then talk to me.”
Leonard nods his head, he herd about that scenario.
“He wasn't hooked up to life support. He was just making a point. A point that I don't care about. Who cares what a couple kids on the internet says about you? Do you realize how many people buy the pay per view with you on it? Who cares about the opinions of ten percent when the ninety is whats making me money.”
Steve grunts in annoyance.
“I do! I don't want to deal with it anymore. Not while im some social pariah. So find yourself a new corporate tool or else....'
Leonards eyes narrow. The boss doesnt like being challenged.
“Or else what? You'll quit?”
Steve's eyes narrow too. he didn't enjoy being challenged either.
“Thought crossed my mind.”
Leonard smiles. he almost looks inviting.
“Try it. And 'I'll sue you so hard, you'll wish I used lube. See what you don't understand Steve is your contractually obligated to be..as you put it...my corporate tool. And if I say, you have to show up at a hospital and hug retards all night then you had damn well do it!”
Leonard hands him a copy of Steve's contract.
“After your last outburst, I had to take a minute to relook your contract over and low and behold according to that signed document......”
He smiles and a baby starts crying somewhere in the building.
“....I can shove you down anyones throats anytime I want. If I want you to main event a pay per view, your going to do it. If I want you to star in a commercial, your going to do it. If I want you to sign autographs at an IT convention, your going to do it. Because I own you Steve.”
He starts to laugh in textbook villain form.
“I own your face.”
Steve just grits his teeth, because he knows there really isn't much he can do about it.
“And most of all....I own your soul!”
Leo laughs again.
“Now get out of my office and shake that ass around so I can sell some more tickets.....champ.
Fade out on the two men glaring at each other.