Post by Steve Awesome on Apr 1, 2008 22:14:48 GMT -6
The stars are out tonight. Almost like a flurry of bulbs to help light the way when it’s dark and your alone. Many a wayward traveler would lose himself in the dark if it wouldn’t have been for the comfort of the stars. In more peaceful time you could always look up and see those shimmers of light for miles and miles. People could look up and judge your destiny. You know, the zodiac and the horoscope deal. Don’t know if you buy into that, but it’s true. You could even go out on a warm summer night with a blanket and lay with your girl and watch the stars. Have yourselves a real romantic time. Of course I know you’ll do more than just relax but I’m not telling anybody anything.
Yeah stars are pretty cool. I just like it when the stars are out. It’s just a shame though…..
That you can’t see a damn one!
You know why? Because the place is completely packed I tell ya! People everywhere, dressed up in the finest clothes. Were talking MTV awards style, and these people going in and out of this building like a swarm of ants! Yellows, blues, greens, reds, the whole rainbow just circling around in the sky like a Daft Punk concert on acid! The cars? I don’t think there is any room for any more cars in this parking lot. I mean they are already going ass to mouth as it is. I’d really suggest calling the fire marshal to get this whole thing taken care of. We really wouldn’t want anybody getting hurt.
Too bad the music is really slamming.
Crazy techno dance rock plays from the inside but even out here in this aerial shot of it, almost fifty feet above the ground, it seems like were inside the speaker. Stars are beautiful but damn this party is bumping!
You cut to the front door and your first in line. Of course that’s only for this video, any other time you come to a party like this you have to look important enough to get in. On a night like this only the highest of class gets in. That’s a rule!
As you enter you see the party for what it is. It’s completely impressive. It almost feels like there were over a thousand people packed inside this building although you were pretty certain that wasn’t the case. Still it was almost hard not to get caught in the trance it gives off, even through the lens. See the people are just dancing. They are just having a blast. The girls are dancing erotically and there’s sweat dripping all over there bodies and the dudes there with are just digging it. He’s feeling good, he’s dancing with an extremely sexy chick, and nothing can bring him down. There’s fog and lights blasting everywhere and when you take it all in you just see a sea of fog with heads and hands and lights cutting through it at various times.
And as if that wasn’t enough you then go up a flight of stairs. Gold railings, red carpet, butlers serving the finest foods and drinks. You named it they could get it. Serious. I asked one of them for a bowl of misprint M & M’s! Five minutes later they brought me a bowl with weird looking “E’s” Now even you have to admit that’s impressive.
You finish that flight of stairs and you wind up in a hallway. It had a few random doors in but the one were interested in the one right at the end of the hallway, right where it boxes off. On the window in pure gold lettering it read….
V…..I…..P!
The VIP room. You have got to be kidding me, you think to yourself. Man, that party downstairs is too crazy. It’s truly unlike anything you could ever imagine, but now, you stand before the VIP room? What could possibly be in there. And that’s when the door swings open. Nervous, you enter and look around. It’s just like it was downstairs. People and colors everywhere. Doesn’t even look like there is anymore room for you to stand but you don’t care, you just barge right on it. Your too curious to even turn back now. You wage war with the mass of people in front of you. Pushing yourself through the people who don’t even know your there. You do your best to not get crushed but you can’t help but to look up in the faces of these people. It looks like they don’t have any care in the world. Just concentrated on having the time of there lives. Your almost there, but that’s when you see it.
ALEX WRIGHT DANCING IN THE CORNER!!!!!!
You lose focus from the utter awesomeness of this occasion and you allow your self to get bumped by a renegade elbow. You stumble forward unable to find your balance, you fall into another couple who just shove you the other way like your at some kind of metal concert. You can’t seem to catch yourself and you go tumbling down to the ground. It hurt too! Your ass cheek is throbbing and now you just want to go home. Your pissed that you let your curiosity get the best of you and lead you into this circus of a party. Then like an executioners axe a rather fat mans foot is seen coming down at full speed towards your body! The only way out is to roll backward through the people. And that’s exactly what you do!
And you pop out into a clearing. A place where the people aren’t dancing. You stand up and dust yourself off, confused as all what is going on. That’s when you hear the voice.
"Pretty intense part, don't you think?"
You turn around and you see him! Steve Awesome. And he is sitting on a large black plush sofa, currently being attended to by a few very beautiful women. Dressed in a black hoodie with the Steve Awesome logo, the heart and the guns, outlined in gold lining. He sat with hood up and his aviator sunglasses attached at the bridge of the nose. Even at a party like this he looks to be too cool to be there. And don’t ask me why he has on his sunglasses, he just does. Probably can’t even see. He flashes a chuckle.
“I’m known as a big partier when I go out, but even all this…..”
He moves his hand around in the air, referring to the party at hand.
“…even this is a bit much for me. I like a more laid back atmosphere. A couple hundred people tops, and get me some hard rock. See all this was just me going all out for a party these people will never….EVER…forget.”
At this point a gorgeous blonde walks up and hands the blast of class a drink. He takes a sip and sets it down on a side table located next to the couch.
“Not that I owe these peons anything. In fact I could care less what there actually doing down there. I don’t know any of these people. There not me so what do I care anyways? I’m only doing this so I can show Reckless Jack and Spike how easily I can blow a bunch of money on my favorite of all charities. The getting me and a ****-load of people drunk beyond there wildest dreams fund of America.”
He smirks.
“I have a rep to take care of you know? I figure…if I’m part of the reason why our society is dwindling as a whole, then might as well actually contribute to that problem. It’s like my father said, if your going to bitch then I’ll give you something to bitch about. So riddle me this Jack and Spike, what do you get when a world wide celebrity like myself invites a whole city to a party filled with alcohol and bring them into an environment like Davey Ortega’s casino? A place where gambling and intoxication is running rampant? You see more and more people start to lose it all. They all fall down that broken path of debts and addictions and they eventually fall off the face of the planet. And Jack, Spike, you know for a fact that an addiction is more powerful than words. Seeing as though you both have suffered through your fair share of them.”
These ladies just continue to pamper him. They rub his shoulders, hold his drinks, anything he wants. But Steve on the other hand just stays focused on you. His legs planted firmly on the ground and he himself leaned in forward, his hands clasped in front of him. You could see the arrogant smirk pasted firmly on his face. He had his sunglasses on but you could just tell that his eyes matched the smirk with that “above you” stare he’s known to give.
“So you know that all I would need to do in order to win this war against you two would be to speed up the poisoning of this society already. And you know that I have the tools to do so. Seeing as how the mindless drones you call a society have it in there heads to follow my word. I’m a trend setter. I keep the world in on what’s cool and new. You might say I keep the world “Awesomely Informed”. People these days just love the idea of being a star. Of course not everyone can be one since most of the world are filled with fat and ugly people, so they do there best to act like them. Act like me. I say it’s cool, the sheep do it. That’s the way it works…and eventually I can have this society so messed up that ONLY the rich and famous and important people, such as muah,….”
He points to himself. One of the blondes whisper into his ear.
“…..and these extra sexy ladies, would survive. But I won’t. Because I honestly like being envied by you guys and the rest of the lower class members of society you call friends. I mean what’s the point of being a superstar like I am if I can’t rub it in all you poor peoples faces? Not very fulfilling I’ll tell you that much. So I won’t be doing that guys. I don’t need too. It would be pointless to go through all the extra work corrupting America and the world and all that other cool stuff when I could easily take the more easy route.”
“Beating you two.”
He pauses as a brunette feeds the blast of class a single grape. He chews it and continues.
“I mean….I really don’t know why everyone thinks its going to be so damn hard. Everyone thinks that Age of the Revolution is a formidable force. They say they can’t be beaten. Granted they have the world champion in there group. They have some impressive victories under that banner…including me. So I suppose I could see where there might be a cause to worry. But once you get past everything about them. The scary music, the random acts of violence, the spooky prophecies, and that weird soaked hair style they sport and you get down to the actual wrestling portion of the equation, the situation gets a little less one sided.”
“Hell it actually looks like Ace and I have a chance now. Spike and Reckless Jack are no doubt fierce competitors and former world champions in there own right, but there not unbeatable. They are not as perfect as they’d like you to believe. As good as they are they have there weaknesses. There are points where they cant defend as well. Trust me I know….I’ve been in the ring with both of them. And I hold victories over both of them to this day. I pinned Spike Kane last month while he was STILL nCw world champion. During that amazing title run he had, I pinned his shoulders to the mat. When it meant so much more to Spike Kane. I didn’t win the title that night but I forever left that blemish on his record.”
“And Jack. Man, we’ve been going back and forth for a few months now. He’s won a few and I’ve won a few. So don’t take Jacks win over me at Sovereign as some kind of giant achievement or anything. It’s just him taking the lead in our own personal rivalry, which will come back to even come A night to Remember.”
“The night the Smokin Aces defend there nCw world tag team titles against Age of the Revolution in a tag team forty five minute iron man match. The match that takes some much conditioning, so much stamina, so much effort, so much sweat and the only way to win is to outlast your opponent and have the better score at the end. When Reckless Jack chose this type of match I bet he thought he got one over on Ace and I. I bet he thought that since we were partiers and that we liked to have fun that our endurance wouldn’t be enough to keep up with them. Well if he thought that, then he couldn’t be any further from the truth! Don’t worry, as Smokin Aces we take our “stamina” very seriously. And I can assure you that we work on it every night. Were the kings of staying up all night guys, we do it all the time. I guarantee you two that we can go for the whole time limit. If you really want these tag belts….your going to have show us you want them. Because I don’t buy into your hype. I don’t believe that your unbeatable. I wont tolerate the idea of your side winning this war. So your going to have to straight up kill us to take those belts home. And if you didn’t know that by now…..well….it’s going to be a long forty five minutes”
Earlier That Day…..
When we last saw our hero he had just found out that Layla had come back. She stood in the doorframe of the hotel room, her eyes not leaving Steve’s who was still in the same clothes he had been lounging around in. She however was dressed in a blue summer dress with a white jacket over the top of it. In her arms was a large bag used to carry her things.
“Layla….you’re back?”
He said with a surprised tone in his voice.
“Where have you been?”
Steve questions her but she stays silent. The only sound that is herd is the sound of her bag hitting the floor. Steve rubs the back of his head.
“Look…I understand you might be mad but…..”
But before Steve could finish Layla grabs him and begins to kiss him rather passionately. She starts to push Steve inside the room.
“But what about the bag?”
He says while using only half of his lips. She just slams the door shut, answering Steve’s question. She pushes him back more and more until they spill onto the couch with Layla being on top. She removes the white jacket she was wearing as Awesome runs a hand up her thigh, moving the dress up with every inch. Layla begins to undue the strings that keep the tag champs pants on, but Steve stops her.
“Hold on a second here….’
He says, attempting to catch his breath from all the kissing he had just done.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this….but we have got to stop for a second.”
“Why?”
“What’s this all about? Why did you come here and just decide to jump my bones like this? From out of nowhere?”
Layla smiles. Her sexy curls bounce in front of her seducing eyes. She lowers a strap on the dress and bites her lip.
“Because you’re sexy.”
“I know this. But I thought you were mad at me?”
She sits back on her knees, still on top of Steve.
“Well…I was. But I thought about it and it’s silly for me to be mad at you for what happened a few weeks ago. I love you. You’re the man I want to be with. I want the whole thing. I understand that girls are going to be all over you, I’ll have to get used to it I guess.”
Awesome smiles.
“I knew you’d see it that way eventually.”
She nods.
“I just want to put the past behind us and start over. Start on a fresh note. Do you want that?”
“Of course I do!”
Steve says as he tries to kiss her some more but she stops him.
“I don’t care what you do. Just as long as you promise me one thing.”
“You name it.”
She grabs his hand.
“I want you to promise me that you’ll stay committed, that throughout your parties and social events you won’t just randomly run away with some bimbo.”
Awesome hugs her tightly.
“Babe. I love you. Nobody will ever come between us…this I promise you!”
“Good!”
She says with a giggle as she kisses her boyfriend again.
“And if you did…I’d have to kill her!”
Awesome laughs but Layla doesn’t.
“Your joking right?”
“Probably.”
She pushes him down onto the couch as the scene fades out.
Yeah stars are pretty cool. I just like it when the stars are out. It’s just a shame though…..
That you can’t see a damn one!
You know why? Because the place is completely packed I tell ya! People everywhere, dressed up in the finest clothes. Were talking MTV awards style, and these people going in and out of this building like a swarm of ants! Yellows, blues, greens, reds, the whole rainbow just circling around in the sky like a Daft Punk concert on acid! The cars? I don’t think there is any room for any more cars in this parking lot. I mean they are already going ass to mouth as it is. I’d really suggest calling the fire marshal to get this whole thing taken care of. We really wouldn’t want anybody getting hurt.
Too bad the music is really slamming.
Crazy techno dance rock plays from the inside but even out here in this aerial shot of it, almost fifty feet above the ground, it seems like were inside the speaker. Stars are beautiful but damn this party is bumping!
You cut to the front door and your first in line. Of course that’s only for this video, any other time you come to a party like this you have to look important enough to get in. On a night like this only the highest of class gets in. That’s a rule!
As you enter you see the party for what it is. It’s completely impressive. It almost feels like there were over a thousand people packed inside this building although you were pretty certain that wasn’t the case. Still it was almost hard not to get caught in the trance it gives off, even through the lens. See the people are just dancing. They are just having a blast. The girls are dancing erotically and there’s sweat dripping all over there bodies and the dudes there with are just digging it. He’s feeling good, he’s dancing with an extremely sexy chick, and nothing can bring him down. There’s fog and lights blasting everywhere and when you take it all in you just see a sea of fog with heads and hands and lights cutting through it at various times.
And as if that wasn’t enough you then go up a flight of stairs. Gold railings, red carpet, butlers serving the finest foods and drinks. You named it they could get it. Serious. I asked one of them for a bowl of misprint M & M’s! Five minutes later they brought me a bowl with weird looking “E’s” Now even you have to admit that’s impressive.
You finish that flight of stairs and you wind up in a hallway. It had a few random doors in but the one were interested in the one right at the end of the hallway, right where it boxes off. On the window in pure gold lettering it read….
V…..I…..P!
The VIP room. You have got to be kidding me, you think to yourself. Man, that party downstairs is too crazy. It’s truly unlike anything you could ever imagine, but now, you stand before the VIP room? What could possibly be in there. And that’s when the door swings open. Nervous, you enter and look around. It’s just like it was downstairs. People and colors everywhere. Doesn’t even look like there is anymore room for you to stand but you don’t care, you just barge right on it. Your too curious to even turn back now. You wage war with the mass of people in front of you. Pushing yourself through the people who don’t even know your there. You do your best to not get crushed but you can’t help but to look up in the faces of these people. It looks like they don’t have any care in the world. Just concentrated on having the time of there lives. Your almost there, but that’s when you see it.
ALEX WRIGHT DANCING IN THE CORNER!!!!!!
You lose focus from the utter awesomeness of this occasion and you allow your self to get bumped by a renegade elbow. You stumble forward unable to find your balance, you fall into another couple who just shove you the other way like your at some kind of metal concert. You can’t seem to catch yourself and you go tumbling down to the ground. It hurt too! Your ass cheek is throbbing and now you just want to go home. Your pissed that you let your curiosity get the best of you and lead you into this circus of a party. Then like an executioners axe a rather fat mans foot is seen coming down at full speed towards your body! The only way out is to roll backward through the people. And that’s exactly what you do!
And you pop out into a clearing. A place where the people aren’t dancing. You stand up and dust yourself off, confused as all what is going on. That’s when you hear the voice.
"Pretty intense part, don't you think?"
You turn around and you see him! Steve Awesome. And he is sitting on a large black plush sofa, currently being attended to by a few very beautiful women. Dressed in a black hoodie with the Steve Awesome logo, the heart and the guns, outlined in gold lining. He sat with hood up and his aviator sunglasses attached at the bridge of the nose. Even at a party like this he looks to be too cool to be there. And don’t ask me why he has on his sunglasses, he just does. Probably can’t even see. He flashes a chuckle.
“I’m known as a big partier when I go out, but even all this…..”
He moves his hand around in the air, referring to the party at hand.
“…even this is a bit much for me. I like a more laid back atmosphere. A couple hundred people tops, and get me some hard rock. See all this was just me going all out for a party these people will never….EVER…forget.”
At this point a gorgeous blonde walks up and hands the blast of class a drink. He takes a sip and sets it down on a side table located next to the couch.
“Not that I owe these peons anything. In fact I could care less what there actually doing down there. I don’t know any of these people. There not me so what do I care anyways? I’m only doing this so I can show Reckless Jack and Spike how easily I can blow a bunch of money on my favorite of all charities. The getting me and a ****-load of people drunk beyond there wildest dreams fund of America.”
He smirks.
“I have a rep to take care of you know? I figure…if I’m part of the reason why our society is dwindling as a whole, then might as well actually contribute to that problem. It’s like my father said, if your going to bitch then I’ll give you something to bitch about. So riddle me this Jack and Spike, what do you get when a world wide celebrity like myself invites a whole city to a party filled with alcohol and bring them into an environment like Davey Ortega’s casino? A place where gambling and intoxication is running rampant? You see more and more people start to lose it all. They all fall down that broken path of debts and addictions and they eventually fall off the face of the planet. And Jack, Spike, you know for a fact that an addiction is more powerful than words. Seeing as though you both have suffered through your fair share of them.”
These ladies just continue to pamper him. They rub his shoulders, hold his drinks, anything he wants. But Steve on the other hand just stays focused on you. His legs planted firmly on the ground and he himself leaned in forward, his hands clasped in front of him. You could see the arrogant smirk pasted firmly on his face. He had his sunglasses on but you could just tell that his eyes matched the smirk with that “above you” stare he’s known to give.
“So you know that all I would need to do in order to win this war against you two would be to speed up the poisoning of this society already. And you know that I have the tools to do so. Seeing as how the mindless drones you call a society have it in there heads to follow my word. I’m a trend setter. I keep the world in on what’s cool and new. You might say I keep the world “Awesomely Informed”. People these days just love the idea of being a star. Of course not everyone can be one since most of the world are filled with fat and ugly people, so they do there best to act like them. Act like me. I say it’s cool, the sheep do it. That’s the way it works…and eventually I can have this society so messed up that ONLY the rich and famous and important people, such as muah,….”
He points to himself. One of the blondes whisper into his ear.
“…..and these extra sexy ladies, would survive. But I won’t. Because I honestly like being envied by you guys and the rest of the lower class members of society you call friends. I mean what’s the point of being a superstar like I am if I can’t rub it in all you poor peoples faces? Not very fulfilling I’ll tell you that much. So I won’t be doing that guys. I don’t need too. It would be pointless to go through all the extra work corrupting America and the world and all that other cool stuff when I could easily take the more easy route.”
“Beating you two.”
He pauses as a brunette feeds the blast of class a single grape. He chews it and continues.
“I mean….I really don’t know why everyone thinks its going to be so damn hard. Everyone thinks that Age of the Revolution is a formidable force. They say they can’t be beaten. Granted they have the world champion in there group. They have some impressive victories under that banner…including me. So I suppose I could see where there might be a cause to worry. But once you get past everything about them. The scary music, the random acts of violence, the spooky prophecies, and that weird soaked hair style they sport and you get down to the actual wrestling portion of the equation, the situation gets a little less one sided.”
“Hell it actually looks like Ace and I have a chance now. Spike and Reckless Jack are no doubt fierce competitors and former world champions in there own right, but there not unbeatable. They are not as perfect as they’d like you to believe. As good as they are they have there weaknesses. There are points where they cant defend as well. Trust me I know….I’ve been in the ring with both of them. And I hold victories over both of them to this day. I pinned Spike Kane last month while he was STILL nCw world champion. During that amazing title run he had, I pinned his shoulders to the mat. When it meant so much more to Spike Kane. I didn’t win the title that night but I forever left that blemish on his record.”
“And Jack. Man, we’ve been going back and forth for a few months now. He’s won a few and I’ve won a few. So don’t take Jacks win over me at Sovereign as some kind of giant achievement or anything. It’s just him taking the lead in our own personal rivalry, which will come back to even come A night to Remember.”
“The night the Smokin Aces defend there nCw world tag team titles against Age of the Revolution in a tag team forty five minute iron man match. The match that takes some much conditioning, so much stamina, so much effort, so much sweat and the only way to win is to outlast your opponent and have the better score at the end. When Reckless Jack chose this type of match I bet he thought he got one over on Ace and I. I bet he thought that since we were partiers and that we liked to have fun that our endurance wouldn’t be enough to keep up with them. Well if he thought that, then he couldn’t be any further from the truth! Don’t worry, as Smokin Aces we take our “stamina” very seriously. And I can assure you that we work on it every night. Were the kings of staying up all night guys, we do it all the time. I guarantee you two that we can go for the whole time limit. If you really want these tag belts….your going to have show us you want them. Because I don’t buy into your hype. I don’t believe that your unbeatable. I wont tolerate the idea of your side winning this war. So your going to have to straight up kill us to take those belts home. And if you didn’t know that by now…..well….it’s going to be a long forty five minutes”
Earlier That Day…..
I don’t know why I do the things that I do. If someone were to ask me why I do it, I doubt I could answer. It’s just that when I see a pretty girl, I just have got to talk to her. I just gotta have her. I gotta walk up to her and work my magic. See how far I can get, regardless if I’m tied down or not.
That’s always been the way it was. I’ve been a pretty good looking kid all my life. I’m the prettiest player in the game. So I’ve never had any problems getting girls. For the most part my pick up line has been a simple head nod and the girls are putty.
I just have a way with woman you know? If I can get it, then I’m going to get it and odds normally are that I can.
That’s always been the way it was. I’ve been a pretty good looking kid all my life. I’m the prettiest player in the game. So I’ve never had any problems getting girls. For the most part my pick up line has been a simple head nod and the girls are putty.
I just have a way with woman you know? If I can get it, then I’m going to get it and odds normally are that I can.
When we last saw our hero he had just found out that Layla had come back. She stood in the doorframe of the hotel room, her eyes not leaving Steve’s who was still in the same clothes he had been lounging around in. She however was dressed in a blue summer dress with a white jacket over the top of it. In her arms was a large bag used to carry her things.
“Layla….you’re back?”
He said with a surprised tone in his voice.
“Where have you been?”
Steve questions her but she stays silent. The only sound that is herd is the sound of her bag hitting the floor. Steve rubs the back of his head.
“Look…I understand you might be mad but…..”
But before Steve could finish Layla grabs him and begins to kiss him rather passionately. She starts to push Steve inside the room.
“But what about the bag?”
He says while using only half of his lips. She just slams the door shut, answering Steve’s question. She pushes him back more and more until they spill onto the couch with Layla being on top. She removes the white jacket she was wearing as Awesome runs a hand up her thigh, moving the dress up with every inch. Layla begins to undue the strings that keep the tag champs pants on, but Steve stops her.
“Hold on a second here….’
He says, attempting to catch his breath from all the kissing he had just done.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this….but we have got to stop for a second.”
“Why?”
“What’s this all about? Why did you come here and just decide to jump my bones like this? From out of nowhere?”
Layla smiles. Her sexy curls bounce in front of her seducing eyes. She lowers a strap on the dress and bites her lip.
“Because you’re sexy.”
“I know this. But I thought you were mad at me?”
She sits back on her knees, still on top of Steve.
“Well…I was. But I thought about it and it’s silly for me to be mad at you for what happened a few weeks ago. I love you. You’re the man I want to be with. I want the whole thing. I understand that girls are going to be all over you, I’ll have to get used to it I guess.”
Awesome smiles.
“I knew you’d see it that way eventually.”
She nods.
“I just want to put the past behind us and start over. Start on a fresh note. Do you want that?”
“Of course I do!”
Steve says as he tries to kiss her some more but she stops him.
“I don’t care what you do. Just as long as you promise me one thing.”
“You name it.”
She grabs his hand.
“I want you to promise me that you’ll stay committed, that throughout your parties and social events you won’t just randomly run away with some bimbo.”
Awesome hugs her tightly.
“Babe. I love you. Nobody will ever come between us…this I promise you!”
“Good!”
She says with a giggle as she kisses her boyfriend again.
“And if you did…I’d have to kill her!”
Awesome laughs but Layla doesn’t.
“Your joking right?”
“Probably.”
She pushes him down onto the couch as the scene fades out.