Post by Steve Awesome on Oct 28, 2011 16:30:49 GMT -6
“So.......you seem a little confident there sonny boy.....”
There stood the world champion in all his magnificent glory. The stunning good looks, the luscious hair, the designer sunglasses, the hot selling #ifawesomewinsweriot t-shirt merely a thin layer between you and his amazing abdominal region. That classic Steve Awesome grin that has drilled and poked and prodded and infested itself deep into the hearts of millions. And probably the most important piece of the puzzle...the world championship. See a guy like Steve just looked like a world champion....unlike Gib's “downsy” looking son.
Right Foot Forward
“You gave me the whole life story, the same bullcrap everyone and there twin brother seems to have as a backstory. I came up from nothing, daddy issues, I struggled to make it big, more daddy issues....I mean if you add in a heroin addiction your pretty much Spike Kane spot on. And I'll be honest he tells the story way better. His has an orphanage in it....those are major brownie points in the heart string department....
Right Foot Backward
“.......all that, leading up to the big moment. Everything has come down to this Sunday. The long winning streak, The X-title run, winning Road to the Gold, facing me inside a wrestling ring one on one for my world championship this sunday night, your high on your own success Xander. There is absolutely no way you can lose this match, your already touting this as the biggest test of my career. Your going to defeat me and bring a new era into nCw. No matter what happens...i'm screwed.
He chuckles to himself and shakes his head condescendingly.
“Typical effing rookies.....”
right foot forward
“...they think that just because they got a few inches further into the game they can suddenly take a mile. You wanna live up to your father's legacy? More people know your father from jimmy's brown eye promo then they do as being a champion. Hell it happened so fast, even I don't remember it half the time. The only thing your old man ever did was get his ass handed to him by the real legacies of this company. Adam, Rob, Angel, Falcon, and myself. And now you've taken the ride of your life and suddenly nothing can hold you back? You don't have the best winning streak ever Xander, it's like third best behind Rob and Zelda.....hey...remember when I made your little sister tap out? That was pretty cool, only man to ever make Zelda Knite tap out.....except Rob but that's a different story entirely.”
then you shake it all about......
He starts thinking about how close he has gotten to getting Rob to say yes to a threesome. It will happen. Infamous=double team for life! It ain't gay in a three way. He suddenly realizes that he had trailed off and snaps himself back into reality.
“....and then of course you won road to the gold. Before that, the coliseum....in wich I still say you got the luckiest break in the world because if I didn't have beef with Trent Helms, I would have went on to A Night To Remember to win where you failed the last time you said you “couldn't be beaten” and boy Xander....how you were beaten......”
He shudders at the thought of that crippling loss. Man, I would be embarrassed.
“....and now comes Road to the Gold.....”
Been there.....won that.
“...where you went through guys like Jimmy Zane.....”
Like it's hard.
…..and KLB.....”
Really? All by yourself?
“....Ricky Johnson.....”
Do I even need a sarcastic comment here?
“.....and of course Seth “I wish I was Falcon” Evans.....”
Amazed whistle sound.
“...and now you've put all your eggs in one basket. Now is the moment you have been waiting for during your sad, pathetic, daddy didn't love me life, where you go on to face me for the world championship. The world is behind you, the momentum is there, all of the internet smarks, the fat kids with there lap tops, and all the other losers who know they couldn't beat me for this belt by themselves....there all pulling for you to win. To usher in this new era of change in NCW. Some kind of new era where the best in the world isn't champion and everybody from the x-division can get a shot. In all honesty....it doesn't look good for me. All the odds are stacked against me. How could I possibly top your boring, long winded....hey look at me I'm no different then anyone else, life story.”
He starts to rub his chin as he thinks about his next move. Suddenly he realizes the perfect plan of action.
you do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around.....”
“See you forgot one thing Xander. One little, tiny, minscule point of interest has seemingly escaped your overly sized, thinning hairline, head. I'm Steve Awesome. I'm the Face of the Franchise and if you had to narrow down the list of things that I do the best to the one thing I do better then anyone else in the world.......that's outperform ANYONE at a grand stage. That's overcoming the odds and winning the matches nobody thought I could win. That's walking into a pay per view like Road to the Gold 5, looking you square in your beady little eyes, and proceeding to kick your ass from pillar to post. I know it was hard racking up an undefeated streak in the x-division against guys like Sexy Jason, and that weird guy in a mask and everything, but up here in the main event...where real athletes and wrestlers tend to lurk, where the Famularo clan always seem to fail miserably, minus Zelda but she's more a Knite then one of you, this is the real deal Xander. This is where I've been standing for four years, Xander and if you think your going to have it easy because you went undefeated for a month or two, your about as retarded as your dad was. You may not be the same Xander that I beat the week after the coliseum.....
Told you, you got lucky.
“......but I'm still the same Steve Awesome. The same polarizing figure that half the world hates because of how good I am. The same world champ. The same sexy, awesome, Face of the Franchise I always have been and will always be no matter what. The guy who has entertained the masses and kicked alllllll the asses for four straight years. And you....your just a rookie. A second generation star from a family that wasn't even all that great to begin with. Heh...heh...heh....you got my number Xander?”
He flashes that cocky grin, glances down at the world title hanging over his shoulder and he pats the face plat with pride.
“Use it to call me up next Monday and ask me what it's like to be world champion.”
and thats what getting your ass kicked by the champ is all about.
Crotch Chop.
“Suck it.”
Crystal's town house in an upscale part of Detroit. Well, as upscale as Detroit can be. It was pink, it was girly, but it really didn't matter as Steve Awesome walked silently through the house. He was a little wobbly on his feet, probably still a little hung over from his long night of binge drinking to battle his depression. His thick tuft of a beard was still there, calling out to anyone that saw it and saying....look at me....i got issues. He had gotten the text message the morning after it happened. How Brittany, Crystal's daughter, was hit by a drunk driver. It was a very sobering moment. And to still be a tad bit drunk even after something like that just goes to show you how much the champ could put away when he didn't care that much anymore. He turned around a corner and found the room where Brittany slept when she was visiting her mother. He cracked the door open and that's when he saw her. Just lying there motionless.
“oh God....”
He said to himself as he took a deep breath and continued into the room. Even though the kid wasn't his, he still felt a connection to her. She was the daughter of his ex girlfriend, they've spent time together getting to know one another to the point where Steve could honestly say he cared about her. And to see her like this.....her eyes closed tight, her body in casts and bandages. It was heartbreaking. Steve wipes a tear from his eyes.
“*sniff* Even when your in a coma.....you still look just as beautiful as your mother.”
Steve shakes his head and drops down to his knees and gets closer.
“Maybe....I didn't need a kid of my own. Maybe if things went right between me and your mother, you could have been the one to carry on the Awesome name. The rose goddess of awesomeness......or something....I don't know.....we could have worked on the name.”
He bites his lower lip.
“....we could have worked on the name.....”
He drops his head into the side of the bed and begins to sob in a drunken, emotional mess. All of a sudden, Brittany's eyes flutter open. She had just been sleeping, this whole time but Steve didn't even realize it. She reaches and see's the sobbing mess of black hair laying next to her and she pats the head.
“...I'm okay mom....I swear....”
but when brittany touches the hair she soon realizes that this hair didn't exactly feel like her mom's hair. It was soft, and bouncy, and it didn't have a tag with a price written on it either.
“......mom?”
Steve herd the question and slowly looks up. Brittany see's the face of someone that wasn't her mother. Steve looks up and see's Brittany's face staring back at her. For someone who was in a coma she sure seemed lively. Kind of freaked him out a bit.
“YOU'RE ALIVE?”
He he grabs her hand and squeezes it as little Brittany looks on in confusion. Steve drops down on his knees, arms outstretched and thanks the heavens above.
“HOLY CRAP IT'S A MIRACLE!!!!”
Just then Crystal Hilton comes rushing into the room after hearing all the commotion and ruckus from somewhere else in the house. She spots the world champion hovering over brittany thanking every God and deity that he could think of and Brittany staring back at her mother like a fly stuck in a spider's web.
“Help me.....”
Crystal intervenes.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Steve looks up at Crystal and then points down at Brittany.
“Don't you see? Brittany is alive and well! It's a Halloween Miracle!”
Crystal shakes her head and walks over and pulls his hand away from Brittany's and she drags him out in the hallway. So her daughter didn't have to see her cut his scrotum off.
“What....what are you doing? That's rude to the miracle.”
Crystal just shakes her head, already frustrated by his idiocy.
“First of all.....there is no miracle. Brittany survived the crash just fine. Just a few broken bones. And second of all, what the hell are you doing here? Todd will be home any minute.”
“I came as soon as I herd the news about her crash. I had to make sure she was okay.”
That sort of surprised Crystal a bit, she didn't exactly expect Steve to care so much. But then she smelled the alcohol on his breath and she got pissed all over again.
“Wait...are you drunk?”
Steve shrugged.
“Maybe a little.....”
And she jacks him right across the face. The drunken world champion stumbles a bit but catches his balance.
“You asshole! After everything this family has been through in the past couple days, you decide to show up here drunk?”
Steve rubs his face where he just got slapped and glares at Crystal like she was the bad guy.
“Well what the hell do you expect Crystal? I'm a freaking wreck with out you.”
He jabs a finger toward his face.
“You see this beard? It itches! And it's annoying! But I don't shave it because what the hell is the point? You left me.....and now i'm ****ing miserable and I can't do anything to fix it because you hate me.”
You know....she almost felt sorry for him.....almost. But she was stubborn and she remembered what pissed her off to begin with. Steve's secret rendezvous with another girl. Something she was warned about in the beginning but was still to blind to see.
“Maybe you should have thought of that before you broke my heart.”
“But...Crystal....I...”
But she just shakes her head, her face a window into her sadness.
“...I don't care anymore Steve. Maybe you should just get out of here before Todd gets home.....”
And of course, thats exactly when Todd Williams walks into the scene, his eyes staring daggers into the world champion.
“What? And miss the party?”
“So here we are Xander....all eyes on you.”
Were back to the face of the franchise. He stands in the same room he stood in earlier facing the camera, glaring past the lens and most likely at his challenger this Sunday. Still dressed to impress and still better looking then Xander.
“Just the way you wanted it to be. All the pressure is sitting on your shoulders right now. You have to make up for your first failure at the title when you lost to a guy that I beat twice in a row in one night. You have all these promises to keep to people who hate me because they ain't me. You have the world waiting with baited breath for the moment you raise my world title up above your head. This is your moment. It might happen, it might now, but did you ever stop to think that this was somebody elses moment? I mean....what if this was my moment Xander? What if all this build, all this hype was there so that when I crush your dreams this Sunday when all the haters recognize that I should be the world champion after I beat an opponent that they all deemed unbeatable? What happens when the big bad world champion does what he always does to each and every one of his opponents in the past and embarasses them and puts them in there place where they belong. Maybe you can get an X-title rematch at Breaking Away next month because of how good you did this week against me?”
He reaches up and pulls off his sunglasses revealing those green eyes that revel in the torment of his opponents.
“Whats gonna happen when you follow in your daddies footsteps this sunday and fail when it mattered the most?”
He flashes that trademark grin that has pissed off many men in its lifetime.
“Because I don't think you realize that I have been working to get where I am for four years Xander. Many years before that in other companies and I don't need a boring life story from an even more boring man to tell people that. That's just something they know. And it doesn't matter how big your winning streak is Xander, it don't matter if you won Road to the Gold the Coliseum AND the Riot....I don;t care if Gib trains you, Adam trains you....I don't even care if Jesus Christ himself trained you I'm just not ready to lose this title yet. Not to someone whose only been working at it for a year and who uses big words and talks like he's some sort of fourth grade writing assignment. You want change Xander? Me too. But it just doesnt happen because you won a bunch of matches in your past, all that rests on this one moment Xander. I wanna see a new change in this company but you know what? Nobody has been man enough to usher it in. I've been waiting for so long for someone to come and take this company off my shoulders, but nobody could stand the weight. And it's easy to sit there and say it's going to be you Xander, especially when you got people like Adam Knite and your father saying it to pump you up.....but so many other people have tried and failed to do so, what makes you any different?”
Awesome just stares into the camera and he shakes his head back and forth and almost looks apologetic about it.
“Your just a rookie Xander, a kid in a grown ups world, you've been following the road to the gold and you've been seeing the dreams that follow with it but this Sunday Xander....your going to come crashing back down to reality.”
He looks down and sighs before throwing them up.
“Deuces.”
We open up at the front door where Steve was grabbing the knob to leave when Todd Williams catches up to him.
“Hey...”
He calls out, ensuing a glare from the world champion as a reaction.
“...I appreciate you caring about Brittany. At least I know when she was around you you weren't a complete failure as a father figure. But if I ever catch you around here.....”
Before Todd could even finish Steve reaches out and grabs Todd by the shirt and pulls him in close.
“I'm warning you Todd....DO NOT....finish that threat. Today isn't the day.”
Todd just shrugs and glares back at Steve like it didn't matter that Steve was wrinkling the FUBU.
“Go ahead....kick my ass. It won't change things one way or another. I got the girl....and the mega heart throb world champion got nothing. This is so like scott pilgrim verses the world!”
Steve yanks on his shirt again.
“You think this is over?”
Todd doesn't skip a beat.
“We both know it is.”
This makes Steve loosen his grip and todd just fixes his shirt and brushes the dirt off his shoulder.
“I have my family back Steve. I have my high school sweetheart, I have my daughter and pretty soon.....I'm going to have my marriage back. And I don't want to see you back here again. Crystal doesn't want you, I don't want you. You've messed everything up as it is and were all going to be much much MUCH happier when your finally gone from our lives.”
Todd walks over toward the door and pulls open the front door.
“I win.”
He pushes the screen door open.
“You lose.”
Todd throws them up.
“Deuces.”
And with that....Steve Awesome just walks out the door and to his car defeated. Maybe he just didnt know what else to say or maybe he just decided that there really wasnt anything else that he could do. The depression beard grows another inch and he opens the car door. Unbeknownst to him and to Todd, Crystal was watching him leave, and a single tear streamed down her eye.
Fade.
There stood the world champion in all his magnificent glory. The stunning good looks, the luscious hair, the designer sunglasses, the hot selling #ifawesomewinsweriot t-shirt merely a thin layer between you and his amazing abdominal region. That classic Steve Awesome grin that has drilled and poked and prodded and infested itself deep into the hearts of millions. And probably the most important piece of the puzzle...the world championship. See a guy like Steve just looked like a world champion....unlike Gib's “downsy” looking son.
Right Foot Forward
“You gave me the whole life story, the same bullcrap everyone and there twin brother seems to have as a backstory. I came up from nothing, daddy issues, I struggled to make it big, more daddy issues....I mean if you add in a heroin addiction your pretty much Spike Kane spot on. And I'll be honest he tells the story way better. His has an orphanage in it....those are major brownie points in the heart string department....
Right Foot Backward
“.......all that, leading up to the big moment. Everything has come down to this Sunday. The long winning streak, The X-title run, winning Road to the Gold, facing me inside a wrestling ring one on one for my world championship this sunday night, your high on your own success Xander. There is absolutely no way you can lose this match, your already touting this as the biggest test of my career. Your going to defeat me and bring a new era into nCw. No matter what happens...i'm screwed.
He chuckles to himself and shakes his head condescendingly.
“Typical effing rookies.....”
right foot forward
“...they think that just because they got a few inches further into the game they can suddenly take a mile. You wanna live up to your father's legacy? More people know your father from jimmy's brown eye promo then they do as being a champion. Hell it happened so fast, even I don't remember it half the time. The only thing your old man ever did was get his ass handed to him by the real legacies of this company. Adam, Rob, Angel, Falcon, and myself. And now you've taken the ride of your life and suddenly nothing can hold you back? You don't have the best winning streak ever Xander, it's like third best behind Rob and Zelda.....hey...remember when I made your little sister tap out? That was pretty cool, only man to ever make Zelda Knite tap out.....except Rob but that's a different story entirely.”
then you shake it all about......
He starts thinking about how close he has gotten to getting Rob to say yes to a threesome. It will happen. Infamous=double team for life! It ain't gay in a three way. He suddenly realizes that he had trailed off and snaps himself back into reality.
“....and then of course you won road to the gold. Before that, the coliseum....in wich I still say you got the luckiest break in the world because if I didn't have beef with Trent Helms, I would have went on to A Night To Remember to win where you failed the last time you said you “couldn't be beaten” and boy Xander....how you were beaten......”
He shudders at the thought of that crippling loss. Man, I would be embarrassed.
“....and now comes Road to the Gold.....”
Been there.....won that.
“...where you went through guys like Jimmy Zane.....”
Like it's hard.
…..and KLB.....”
Really? All by yourself?
“....Ricky Johnson.....”
Do I even need a sarcastic comment here?
“.....and of course Seth “I wish I was Falcon” Evans.....”
Amazed whistle sound.
“...and now you've put all your eggs in one basket. Now is the moment you have been waiting for during your sad, pathetic, daddy didn't love me life, where you go on to face me for the world championship. The world is behind you, the momentum is there, all of the internet smarks, the fat kids with there lap tops, and all the other losers who know they couldn't beat me for this belt by themselves....there all pulling for you to win. To usher in this new era of change in NCW. Some kind of new era where the best in the world isn't champion and everybody from the x-division can get a shot. In all honesty....it doesn't look good for me. All the odds are stacked against me. How could I possibly top your boring, long winded....hey look at me I'm no different then anyone else, life story.”
He starts to rub his chin as he thinks about his next move. Suddenly he realizes the perfect plan of action.
you do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around.....”
“See you forgot one thing Xander. One little, tiny, minscule point of interest has seemingly escaped your overly sized, thinning hairline, head. I'm Steve Awesome. I'm the Face of the Franchise and if you had to narrow down the list of things that I do the best to the one thing I do better then anyone else in the world.......that's outperform ANYONE at a grand stage. That's overcoming the odds and winning the matches nobody thought I could win. That's walking into a pay per view like Road to the Gold 5, looking you square in your beady little eyes, and proceeding to kick your ass from pillar to post. I know it was hard racking up an undefeated streak in the x-division against guys like Sexy Jason, and that weird guy in a mask and everything, but up here in the main event...where real athletes and wrestlers tend to lurk, where the Famularo clan always seem to fail miserably, minus Zelda but she's more a Knite then one of you, this is the real deal Xander. This is where I've been standing for four years, Xander and if you think your going to have it easy because you went undefeated for a month or two, your about as retarded as your dad was. You may not be the same Xander that I beat the week after the coliseum.....
Told you, you got lucky.
“......but I'm still the same Steve Awesome. The same polarizing figure that half the world hates because of how good I am. The same world champ. The same sexy, awesome, Face of the Franchise I always have been and will always be no matter what. The guy who has entertained the masses and kicked alllllll the asses for four straight years. And you....your just a rookie. A second generation star from a family that wasn't even all that great to begin with. Heh...heh...heh....you got my number Xander?”
He flashes that cocky grin, glances down at the world title hanging over his shoulder and he pats the face plat with pride.
“Use it to call me up next Monday and ask me what it's like to be world champion.”
and thats what getting your ass kicked by the champ is all about.
Crotch Chop.
“Suck it.”
Crystal's town house in an upscale part of Detroit. Well, as upscale as Detroit can be. It was pink, it was girly, but it really didn't matter as Steve Awesome walked silently through the house. He was a little wobbly on his feet, probably still a little hung over from his long night of binge drinking to battle his depression. His thick tuft of a beard was still there, calling out to anyone that saw it and saying....look at me....i got issues. He had gotten the text message the morning after it happened. How Brittany, Crystal's daughter, was hit by a drunk driver. It was a very sobering moment. And to still be a tad bit drunk even after something like that just goes to show you how much the champ could put away when he didn't care that much anymore. He turned around a corner and found the room where Brittany slept when she was visiting her mother. He cracked the door open and that's when he saw her. Just lying there motionless.
“oh God....”
He said to himself as he took a deep breath and continued into the room. Even though the kid wasn't his, he still felt a connection to her. She was the daughter of his ex girlfriend, they've spent time together getting to know one another to the point where Steve could honestly say he cared about her. And to see her like this.....her eyes closed tight, her body in casts and bandages. It was heartbreaking. Steve wipes a tear from his eyes.
“*sniff* Even when your in a coma.....you still look just as beautiful as your mother.”
Steve shakes his head and drops down to his knees and gets closer.
“Maybe....I didn't need a kid of my own. Maybe if things went right between me and your mother, you could have been the one to carry on the Awesome name. The rose goddess of awesomeness......or something....I don't know.....we could have worked on the name.”
He bites his lower lip.
“....we could have worked on the name.....”
He drops his head into the side of the bed and begins to sob in a drunken, emotional mess. All of a sudden, Brittany's eyes flutter open. She had just been sleeping, this whole time but Steve didn't even realize it. She reaches and see's the sobbing mess of black hair laying next to her and she pats the head.
“...I'm okay mom....I swear....”
but when brittany touches the hair she soon realizes that this hair didn't exactly feel like her mom's hair. It was soft, and bouncy, and it didn't have a tag with a price written on it either.
“......mom?”
Steve herd the question and slowly looks up. Brittany see's the face of someone that wasn't her mother. Steve looks up and see's Brittany's face staring back at her. For someone who was in a coma she sure seemed lively. Kind of freaked him out a bit.
“YOU'RE ALIVE?”
He he grabs her hand and squeezes it as little Brittany looks on in confusion. Steve drops down on his knees, arms outstretched and thanks the heavens above.
“HOLY CRAP IT'S A MIRACLE!!!!”
Just then Crystal Hilton comes rushing into the room after hearing all the commotion and ruckus from somewhere else in the house. She spots the world champion hovering over brittany thanking every God and deity that he could think of and Brittany staring back at her mother like a fly stuck in a spider's web.
“Help me.....”
Crystal intervenes.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Steve looks up at Crystal and then points down at Brittany.
“Don't you see? Brittany is alive and well! It's a Halloween Miracle!”
Crystal shakes her head and walks over and pulls his hand away from Brittany's and she drags him out in the hallway. So her daughter didn't have to see her cut his scrotum off.
“What....what are you doing? That's rude to the miracle.”
Crystal just shakes her head, already frustrated by his idiocy.
“First of all.....there is no miracle. Brittany survived the crash just fine. Just a few broken bones. And second of all, what the hell are you doing here? Todd will be home any minute.”
“I came as soon as I herd the news about her crash. I had to make sure she was okay.”
That sort of surprised Crystal a bit, she didn't exactly expect Steve to care so much. But then she smelled the alcohol on his breath and she got pissed all over again.
“Wait...are you drunk?”
Steve shrugged.
“Maybe a little.....”
And she jacks him right across the face. The drunken world champion stumbles a bit but catches his balance.
“You asshole! After everything this family has been through in the past couple days, you decide to show up here drunk?”
Steve rubs his face where he just got slapped and glares at Crystal like she was the bad guy.
“Well what the hell do you expect Crystal? I'm a freaking wreck with out you.”
He jabs a finger toward his face.
“You see this beard? It itches! And it's annoying! But I don't shave it because what the hell is the point? You left me.....and now i'm ****ing miserable and I can't do anything to fix it because you hate me.”
You know....she almost felt sorry for him.....almost. But she was stubborn and she remembered what pissed her off to begin with. Steve's secret rendezvous with another girl. Something she was warned about in the beginning but was still to blind to see.
“Maybe you should have thought of that before you broke my heart.”
“But...Crystal....I...”
But she just shakes her head, her face a window into her sadness.
“...I don't care anymore Steve. Maybe you should just get out of here before Todd gets home.....”
And of course, thats exactly when Todd Williams walks into the scene, his eyes staring daggers into the world champion.
“What? And miss the party?”
“So here we are Xander....all eyes on you.”
Were back to the face of the franchise. He stands in the same room he stood in earlier facing the camera, glaring past the lens and most likely at his challenger this Sunday. Still dressed to impress and still better looking then Xander.
“Just the way you wanted it to be. All the pressure is sitting on your shoulders right now. You have to make up for your first failure at the title when you lost to a guy that I beat twice in a row in one night. You have all these promises to keep to people who hate me because they ain't me. You have the world waiting with baited breath for the moment you raise my world title up above your head. This is your moment. It might happen, it might now, but did you ever stop to think that this was somebody elses moment? I mean....what if this was my moment Xander? What if all this build, all this hype was there so that when I crush your dreams this Sunday when all the haters recognize that I should be the world champion after I beat an opponent that they all deemed unbeatable? What happens when the big bad world champion does what he always does to each and every one of his opponents in the past and embarasses them and puts them in there place where they belong. Maybe you can get an X-title rematch at Breaking Away next month because of how good you did this week against me?”
He reaches up and pulls off his sunglasses revealing those green eyes that revel in the torment of his opponents.
“Whats gonna happen when you follow in your daddies footsteps this sunday and fail when it mattered the most?”
He flashes that trademark grin that has pissed off many men in its lifetime.
“Because I don't think you realize that I have been working to get where I am for four years Xander. Many years before that in other companies and I don't need a boring life story from an even more boring man to tell people that. That's just something they know. And it doesn't matter how big your winning streak is Xander, it don't matter if you won Road to the Gold the Coliseum AND the Riot....I don;t care if Gib trains you, Adam trains you....I don't even care if Jesus Christ himself trained you I'm just not ready to lose this title yet. Not to someone whose only been working at it for a year and who uses big words and talks like he's some sort of fourth grade writing assignment. You want change Xander? Me too. But it just doesnt happen because you won a bunch of matches in your past, all that rests on this one moment Xander. I wanna see a new change in this company but you know what? Nobody has been man enough to usher it in. I've been waiting for so long for someone to come and take this company off my shoulders, but nobody could stand the weight. And it's easy to sit there and say it's going to be you Xander, especially when you got people like Adam Knite and your father saying it to pump you up.....but so many other people have tried and failed to do so, what makes you any different?”
Awesome just stares into the camera and he shakes his head back and forth and almost looks apologetic about it.
“Your just a rookie Xander, a kid in a grown ups world, you've been following the road to the gold and you've been seeing the dreams that follow with it but this Sunday Xander....your going to come crashing back down to reality.”
He looks down and sighs before throwing them up.
“Deuces.”
We open up at the front door where Steve was grabbing the knob to leave when Todd Williams catches up to him.
“Hey...”
He calls out, ensuing a glare from the world champion as a reaction.
“...I appreciate you caring about Brittany. At least I know when she was around you you weren't a complete failure as a father figure. But if I ever catch you around here.....”
Before Todd could even finish Steve reaches out and grabs Todd by the shirt and pulls him in close.
“I'm warning you Todd....DO NOT....finish that threat. Today isn't the day.”
Todd just shrugs and glares back at Steve like it didn't matter that Steve was wrinkling the FUBU.
“Go ahead....kick my ass. It won't change things one way or another. I got the girl....and the mega heart throb world champion got nothing. This is so like scott pilgrim verses the world!”
Steve yanks on his shirt again.
“You think this is over?”
Todd doesn't skip a beat.
“We both know it is.”
This makes Steve loosen his grip and todd just fixes his shirt and brushes the dirt off his shoulder.
“I have my family back Steve. I have my high school sweetheart, I have my daughter and pretty soon.....I'm going to have my marriage back. And I don't want to see you back here again. Crystal doesn't want you, I don't want you. You've messed everything up as it is and were all going to be much much MUCH happier when your finally gone from our lives.”
Todd walks over toward the door and pulls open the front door.
“I win.”
He pushes the screen door open.
“You lose.”
Todd throws them up.
“Deuces.”
And with that....Steve Awesome just walks out the door and to his car defeated. Maybe he just didnt know what else to say or maybe he just decided that there really wasnt anything else that he could do. The depression beard grows another inch and he opens the car door. Unbeknownst to him and to Todd, Crystal was watching him leave, and a single tear streamed down her eye.
Fade.