Post by Steve Awesome on Nov 26, 2011 3:16:41 GMT -6
“Can I be real with you guys for a second?”
We open up on the sparkling eyes of Steve Awesome. He stares into the camera not with a smirk or a grin, but with almost a blank stare. Far away, not in this room. Somewhere else entirely.
“I still can't believe I’m getting married.”
He just shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. It was just awe inspiring to consider. Especially for him. He chuckles and points at himself.
“Me. The guy who railed Jacobsen's mom for fun, the guy who bagged Carly Robbins before anybody. The devil may care, no need for a name, meet me at the after party walking advertisement for valtrex is going to settle down and get married.”
It was hard to put into words the things he had been feeling. In a strange way.....it almost felt like closure.
“And.....I'm happy about it.
His sunglasses hung on the outside of his tuxedo vest and his hair was slicked back.
“All I ever really had in this world was success. That's the only time people would look at me was when I was out there achieving something, winning some trophy, giving my parents a reason to be proud of themselves and then me if there was time. My dad barely cared about my family and only came around whenever he could brag about something, my mom was too far gone in her own world, and I was left to figure it all out on my own. And now seven years later and I'm some kind of living legend, some kind of hall of famer, a former two time world champion and a whole list of other things that look reallllll nice in my trophy room inside my giant empty prison of a house. I have millions of dollars, I've wrestled all around the world, been a champion multiple times and beaten pretty much everyone there is to beat, but when I came home after the last autograph was signed all I really had was the sound of the keys hitting the coffee table echoing back at me through ten different empty rooms.”
He lowers his head. How could one of the most beloved men in all of wrestling feel so alone?
“Some of the fans want me to leave. They want me to quit wresting and leave so that I would quit holding the roster down or whatever they say, but I could never quit. When I first debuted I used to say that Awesomeness wasn't a word, it was a lifestyle. It's a way of life. I HAVE to be Steve Awesome because being Steve Bates ****ing sucks! You take this away from me, you get rid of my platform for attention and I die. If I can't come out to this ring and forget that my real life sucked and that in the eyes of this roster and the fans in attendance that I was some kind of larger then life rock star, then I have nothing. ”
He finally looks up.
“But then I met Crystal.....”
His face lights up.
“....and suddenly things don't feel that empty anymore. She lights up my world, folks. Simple as that. I'm marrying the most beautiful women in the world this Sunday night. You know.....I feel like I can leave with her on our honeymoon after I whip Todd's ass and then never come back again. I know the Steve Awesome haters would love that, but it's true. This moment, this feeling, I've been searching for it my entire life. I finally feel like....I can just......”
He pauses, searching for the right way to convey his message. He waves through his vocabulary with his hands until he finally finds the perfect word.
“......stop.”
He suddenly felt lighter. And it honestly surprised him a bit.
“Ride into the sunset, hit the dusty trail, hang up the boots, be....done.......retire......I could never wrestle another match again if I could wake up to Crystals face every morning and know that she thought I was best in the world. Not because of any accolade but because she just knows it in her heart because she loves me, and I love her.”
He reaches toward his chest and garbs the pair of aviator sunglasses in his palm.
“When I'm with Crystal......”
He shrugs his shoulders and just sets the shades down on the table in his hotel room.
“....I don't have to be Steve Awesome anymore.”
He slides the sunglasses into the trash can nearby.
“And honestly.......I'm good with that.....”
Our scene opens up on the lovely sight of our two little lovebirds sucking each others lips off. They stop only for air and the occasional word of encouragement.
“I love you.”
More kissy face.
“I'm so glad we're getting married.”
More tonsil hockey.
“You mean everything to me.”
Some unknown guy in a suit comes waltzing in, passing Brittany Williams, Crystal's daughter as he does so.
“Excuse me Miss Hilton....I uh...oh.....erm....ahem....”
He glances at Steve and Crystal fused at the mouth and then back at Brittany who just gags and goes back to her ds. The guy just shrugs loudly and clears his throat again. But they still don't hear him and he goes for an even louder throat clear and finally he gets someone's attention.
“Hey pal....I can't make out with my fiance with all that throat clearing over there. You mind keeping it down?”
Steve goes back to kissing her but Crystal quickly turns her head back toward the suited man.
“Oh crap, you're hear about the floral arrangement aren't you?”
The man nods and pulls two magazines from behind his back and smiles.
“I have catalogs.”
The dominant female instinct to decorate takes hold and she quickly stands up.
“I'll be back later, love.”
Awesome watches her leave and as soon as the door is shut he notices Brittany glaring at him from across the room. As if someone deleted her skyrim save file!
“Jeez....what did I do to you?”
She slowly lowers her DS into her lap but the glare never changes.
“I don't know how you tricked my mom into liking you, let alone loving you. But I see right through your crap.”
Needless to say the face of the franchise was kind of surprised by the eight year old's sudden outburst.
“I watch the show, I know the type of person you are. This is all just some game to you. Some fun thing to do, wreck my family, turn everything inside out and change everything. Well I don't like it. And I don't like you. And you may think that your just going to come in here play married life, but you'll NEVER replace my daddy. You hear me?”
Tears start to roll down her tiny face. Her outburst taking its own life and just overwhelming her with emotions.
“He's ten times better then you'll ever be!”
And with that she completely breaks down and starts to cry. Steve quickly comes to her side and tries to console her but of course she doesn’t want any of that. Steve just speaks even though she probably wouldn't listen.
“Look...Brittany...I love your mom. With all my heart and soul and I would never do anything to hurt her. I'm sorry you can't see that, but maybe over time you can learn to accept that. But as for your daddy.....
She turns her head up toward him.
“I know....I could never truly replace him. He's your dad, and he always will be. But he's the one who challenged me to a fight. I may not be able to replace him as your father.....but after this Sunday....i'm going to be the closest thing you have left.”
And with that Awesome walks out of the room as young Brittany continues to tear up.
“...so what's it going to be now Todd?”
Were back to the same room where Steve was, now dressed in more of the tuxedo he would wear to his wedding. Black over coat, green undershirt. Black tie. The look on his face displayed shear annoyance.
“You got what you wanted. A match against me. This sunday will be the happiest moment of my life, and now directly afterward I have to see your bitch ass instead of spending time with my brand new wife.”
He sighs. The kind of sigh when somebody stupid makes another stupid decision.
“You know Todd......sometimes I really hate you. And that's not without merit, I mean you did kick my ass on one night and pinned me on another. You embarrassed me in front of a lot of people Todd. Not only do I lose my title to Giblet, but to add insult to injury you come out of left field and make me look like a damn chump. I should be fuming right now. I've hurt people for less Todd....I made Andrew Jacobsen call me daddy in front of the world because he pissed me off and he's a groomsmen at my wedding. I should be salivating at the thought of beating your ass in front of the world but I don't.”
He shrugs his shoulders and smirks.
'Because I have her.”
“This match isn't even necessary for me. It's a contractual obligation. Something nCw is making me do. This match is for you. This match is for you to somehow prove your not a pathetic loser. So you can show the world that yeah, Steve Awesome may have swept your ex wife off her feet and showed her what true love really is.....but I can still kick his ass! You want to prove to yourself that Todd Williams really does mean bidness.”
He laughs to himself.
“That's cute. Real nice catchphrase. Sold you a couple t-shirts from the ncw website....but your talking about proving yourself against me. I mean, I may be in love, I may be contemplating taking a much deserved break in the not to distant future but I'm still the mother loving best in the world. Just because I broke down and showed a little emotion doesn't mean I'm suddenly just going to forget what it was that brought me to the dance. You think you mean business Todd?”
Steve steps forward, his face in super cereal mode.
“Bitch, I AM THE BUSINESS!”
He puts a thumb into his chest.
“I'm the guy that people literally hate because he's just too damn good. I'm the guy that people want to see leave just so other people can pretend to be half as good as I am. And who is Todd Williams? Honestly, look at me with a straight face...no catchphrases, no funny jokes and tell me who in the **** Todd Williams even is, because the way I see it Todd....you're nothing but a failure. Everything you've ever done resulted in you failing miserably. The x-division reign, the debacle that was flashbang, the only way you beat me is after Kanyon Banged me.....
He pauses for a second.
'…your marriage.....
That probably stung a bit.
“...honestly....have you ever really won anything?”
I heard he beat Saint's Row last week.
“Didn't think so. And now with your last ounce of credibility you want face me in a match where I absolutely have nothing to lose or quite frankly anything to really gain?”
Career suicide anyone?
“Whatever it's your funeral. You want to fight me? Fine, I'll fight you Todd. Just meet me at Breaking Away.”
He flashes that arrogant smirk that we've been deprived of in this promo.
“I'll be the guy marrying your wife.”
He throws them up.
“Deuces.”
We open up on the sparkling eyes of Steve Awesome. He stares into the camera not with a smirk or a grin, but with almost a blank stare. Far away, not in this room. Somewhere else entirely.
“I still can't believe I’m getting married.”
He just shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. It was just awe inspiring to consider. Especially for him. He chuckles and points at himself.
“Me. The guy who railed Jacobsen's mom for fun, the guy who bagged Carly Robbins before anybody. The devil may care, no need for a name, meet me at the after party walking advertisement for valtrex is going to settle down and get married.”
It was hard to put into words the things he had been feeling. In a strange way.....it almost felt like closure.
“And.....I'm happy about it.
His sunglasses hung on the outside of his tuxedo vest and his hair was slicked back.
“All I ever really had in this world was success. That's the only time people would look at me was when I was out there achieving something, winning some trophy, giving my parents a reason to be proud of themselves and then me if there was time. My dad barely cared about my family and only came around whenever he could brag about something, my mom was too far gone in her own world, and I was left to figure it all out on my own. And now seven years later and I'm some kind of living legend, some kind of hall of famer, a former two time world champion and a whole list of other things that look reallllll nice in my trophy room inside my giant empty prison of a house. I have millions of dollars, I've wrestled all around the world, been a champion multiple times and beaten pretty much everyone there is to beat, but when I came home after the last autograph was signed all I really had was the sound of the keys hitting the coffee table echoing back at me through ten different empty rooms.”
He lowers his head. How could one of the most beloved men in all of wrestling feel so alone?
“Some of the fans want me to leave. They want me to quit wresting and leave so that I would quit holding the roster down or whatever they say, but I could never quit. When I first debuted I used to say that Awesomeness wasn't a word, it was a lifestyle. It's a way of life. I HAVE to be Steve Awesome because being Steve Bates ****ing sucks! You take this away from me, you get rid of my platform for attention and I die. If I can't come out to this ring and forget that my real life sucked and that in the eyes of this roster and the fans in attendance that I was some kind of larger then life rock star, then I have nothing. ”
He finally looks up.
“But then I met Crystal.....”
His face lights up.
“....and suddenly things don't feel that empty anymore. She lights up my world, folks. Simple as that. I'm marrying the most beautiful women in the world this Sunday night. You know.....I feel like I can leave with her on our honeymoon after I whip Todd's ass and then never come back again. I know the Steve Awesome haters would love that, but it's true. This moment, this feeling, I've been searching for it my entire life. I finally feel like....I can just......”
He pauses, searching for the right way to convey his message. He waves through his vocabulary with his hands until he finally finds the perfect word.
“......stop.”
He suddenly felt lighter. And it honestly surprised him a bit.
“Ride into the sunset, hit the dusty trail, hang up the boots, be....done.......retire......I could never wrestle another match again if I could wake up to Crystals face every morning and know that she thought I was best in the world. Not because of any accolade but because she just knows it in her heart because she loves me, and I love her.”
He reaches toward his chest and garbs the pair of aviator sunglasses in his palm.
“When I'm with Crystal......”
He shrugs his shoulders and just sets the shades down on the table in his hotel room.
“....I don't have to be Steve Awesome anymore.”
He slides the sunglasses into the trash can nearby.
“And honestly.......I'm good with that.....”
Our scene opens up on the lovely sight of our two little lovebirds sucking each others lips off. They stop only for air and the occasional word of encouragement.
“I love you.”
More kissy face.
“I'm so glad we're getting married.”
More tonsil hockey.
“You mean everything to me.”
Some unknown guy in a suit comes waltzing in, passing Brittany Williams, Crystal's daughter as he does so.
“Excuse me Miss Hilton....I uh...oh.....erm....ahem....”
He glances at Steve and Crystal fused at the mouth and then back at Brittany who just gags and goes back to her ds. The guy just shrugs loudly and clears his throat again. But they still don't hear him and he goes for an even louder throat clear and finally he gets someone's attention.
“Hey pal....I can't make out with my fiance with all that throat clearing over there. You mind keeping it down?”
Steve goes back to kissing her but Crystal quickly turns her head back toward the suited man.
“Oh crap, you're hear about the floral arrangement aren't you?”
The man nods and pulls two magazines from behind his back and smiles.
“I have catalogs.”
The dominant female instinct to decorate takes hold and she quickly stands up.
“I'll be back later, love.”
Awesome watches her leave and as soon as the door is shut he notices Brittany glaring at him from across the room. As if someone deleted her skyrim save file!
“Jeez....what did I do to you?”
She slowly lowers her DS into her lap but the glare never changes.
“I don't know how you tricked my mom into liking you, let alone loving you. But I see right through your crap.”
Needless to say the face of the franchise was kind of surprised by the eight year old's sudden outburst.
“I watch the show, I know the type of person you are. This is all just some game to you. Some fun thing to do, wreck my family, turn everything inside out and change everything. Well I don't like it. And I don't like you. And you may think that your just going to come in here play married life, but you'll NEVER replace my daddy. You hear me?”
Tears start to roll down her tiny face. Her outburst taking its own life and just overwhelming her with emotions.
“He's ten times better then you'll ever be!”
And with that she completely breaks down and starts to cry. Steve quickly comes to her side and tries to console her but of course she doesn’t want any of that. Steve just speaks even though she probably wouldn't listen.
“Look...Brittany...I love your mom. With all my heart and soul and I would never do anything to hurt her. I'm sorry you can't see that, but maybe over time you can learn to accept that. But as for your daddy.....
She turns her head up toward him.
“I know....I could never truly replace him. He's your dad, and he always will be. But he's the one who challenged me to a fight. I may not be able to replace him as your father.....but after this Sunday....i'm going to be the closest thing you have left.”
And with that Awesome walks out of the room as young Brittany continues to tear up.
“...so what's it going to be now Todd?”
Were back to the same room where Steve was, now dressed in more of the tuxedo he would wear to his wedding. Black over coat, green undershirt. Black tie. The look on his face displayed shear annoyance.
“You got what you wanted. A match against me. This sunday will be the happiest moment of my life, and now directly afterward I have to see your bitch ass instead of spending time with my brand new wife.”
He sighs. The kind of sigh when somebody stupid makes another stupid decision.
“You know Todd......sometimes I really hate you. And that's not without merit, I mean you did kick my ass on one night and pinned me on another. You embarrassed me in front of a lot of people Todd. Not only do I lose my title to Giblet, but to add insult to injury you come out of left field and make me look like a damn chump. I should be fuming right now. I've hurt people for less Todd....I made Andrew Jacobsen call me daddy in front of the world because he pissed me off and he's a groomsmen at my wedding. I should be salivating at the thought of beating your ass in front of the world but I don't.”
He shrugs his shoulders and smirks.
'Because I have her.”
“This match isn't even necessary for me. It's a contractual obligation. Something nCw is making me do. This match is for you. This match is for you to somehow prove your not a pathetic loser. So you can show the world that yeah, Steve Awesome may have swept your ex wife off her feet and showed her what true love really is.....but I can still kick his ass! You want to prove to yourself that Todd Williams really does mean bidness.”
He laughs to himself.
“That's cute. Real nice catchphrase. Sold you a couple t-shirts from the ncw website....but your talking about proving yourself against me. I mean, I may be in love, I may be contemplating taking a much deserved break in the not to distant future but I'm still the mother loving best in the world. Just because I broke down and showed a little emotion doesn't mean I'm suddenly just going to forget what it was that brought me to the dance. You think you mean business Todd?”
Steve steps forward, his face in super cereal mode.
“Bitch, I AM THE BUSINESS!”
He puts a thumb into his chest.
“I'm the guy that people literally hate because he's just too damn good. I'm the guy that people want to see leave just so other people can pretend to be half as good as I am. And who is Todd Williams? Honestly, look at me with a straight face...no catchphrases, no funny jokes and tell me who in the **** Todd Williams even is, because the way I see it Todd....you're nothing but a failure. Everything you've ever done resulted in you failing miserably. The x-division reign, the debacle that was flashbang, the only way you beat me is after Kanyon Banged me.....
He pauses for a second.
'…your marriage.....
That probably stung a bit.
“...honestly....have you ever really won anything?”
I heard he beat Saint's Row last week.
“Didn't think so. And now with your last ounce of credibility you want face me in a match where I absolutely have nothing to lose or quite frankly anything to really gain?”
Career suicide anyone?
“Whatever it's your funeral. You want to fight me? Fine, I'll fight you Todd. Just meet me at Breaking Away.”
He flashes that arrogant smirk that we've been deprived of in this promo.
“I'll be the guy marrying your wife.”
He throws them up.
“Deuces.”
