Post by Steve Awesome on Dec 15, 2007 12:38:08 GMT -6
Ring, Ring. Scene up and that’s the first thing we here as we take in our surroundings. Seems to be some kind of boiler room slash utility closet. There’s a man dressed in a brown janitor suit, cleaning up for the day, when he hears something. His cell phone ringing of course. He lays the mop he had against the wall and digs into his pocket to retrieve his mobile device and he answers it.
“Hello?……Oh hey darling. Yeah I’m just finishing up here, I’ll be home in a bit……..Oh I KNOW! That game was really something else. The way the home team came back after all that had me on the edge of my seat! You saw it on your fancy shmancy HD TV, but I got to see the real thing. Heh. It’s a dirty job but at least I get to watch the shows for free.”
The janitor pauses for a few moments before he bursts into laughter. It was probably something his wife had said. He heads toward the back door of the room and twists the dead bolt lock and gives it a good pull to make sure it was completely locked.
“Yeah. I’m just locking up, so I’ll be there fairly soon.”
The man sighs.
“The longer you keep me on this phone the longer its going to take me to get home. I gotta’ go. I love you. Bye.”
The janitor hangs up his phone and after making sure that everything was in order he headed towards the light switch that was located by the door on the other side of the room. He flips the light off, and the room falls into complete darkness and that’s when it happens. A knock is herd and the janitor quickly flips the lights back on. He seems confused as to what is going on, as he is already half way out the main door so it couldn’t have come from there. The knock comes again and now the janitor is sure that it came from the back door. He walks over to it and tries to yell through it.
“Who is it?”
He said in a deep stern voice, hoping that it would scare whoever it was away. He listened for an answer but nothing came except for another knock. So reluctantly that janitor opened the door and almost like lightning his forehead met up with four very arrogant knuckles. Four knuckles that belonged to the fist of the Blast of Class himself. Steve Awesome stands in the doorway rather impressed at his dirty work.
“Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Awesome said as he flippantly stepped over the unconscious janitor, chuckling to himself as he walks out the other door after flipping the light switch back to off.
Cut
We then come back to a much more spacious view. Rows and rows and rows of seats all lined up around a large floor. A sports arena, to be exact. And the logos and designs that litter the main floor reveal it to be the United America arena in scenic Chicago, Illinois. It was weird to see an arena such as this completely empty, but all would be explained in due time. Steve Awesome enters the scene, staring at a piece of paper in his hand. He is in the first row of seats on the main floor and he is counting up as he goes along.
“18.….19.…20.….21.….22! Here it is.”
Steve said as he sits down in the chair marked twenty two. He removes his sunglasses to really take a big look around the arena, and he lets out a whistle to emphasize the fact that he was impressed.
‘Wow. This place is huge. Really big. It’s almost humbling to think that all these chairs are going to be filled with people this Sunday.”
He grins.
“Almost.”
He takes one last look around before he puts his focus into the camera lens.
“In case you haven’t figured it out by now, this mighty establishment is the United America arena and the location for this Sunday’s Metamorphosis pay per view. It doesn’t look like much right now, but eventually a whole bunch of nCw trucks are going to show up and all the roadies are going to swarm the place and make it look like something special. A giant big screen will go up over there.”
He points right.
“Commentary booth will go right over there.”
He points to the left.
“And right here in the middle, no more than fifteen feet away from where I’m sitting, is where they will put up MY wrestling ring. In it you’ll see Spike vs. Davey, Jack Manson vs. Ricky Johnson, Reckless Jack vs. Trent Helms and a whole slew of other matches. But in a match-up that a lot of people are saying will steal the show this Sunday, will be Jason “Bore-Tron” vs. Steve Awesome. Two men that have been turning heads since there debut.”
He shakes his head. A look of disgust on his face.
“I don’t know about you Jason, but I’m getting sick of that phrase. “Turning Heads”? I’ve been turning heads ever since I could remember. I was walking and talking at an early age, I could read before I even went to Kindergarten. The head of my wrestling class. Good looks, perfect body, great hair, yeah I have it all. So in reality…I’m always turning heads, it isn’t anything new to me. That’s why on Sunday, I don’t plan on just “turning heads”. I plan on “Capturing There Attention!”. And I’m going to do it at your expense, Jason.”
He grins as he imagines the match in his head.
“Look at the facts man. No matter which way you slice it, you’re a step behind me. You’ve only beaten two men compared to my three, five if you want to get technical. After my first match I was taken off Suspense to compete on Collision. I’ve been given harder opponents, men that have been tested, men that know what it takes to win, and I beat them. You’ve just been sliding by against the bottom of the barrel. You’ve just been scraping through by the skin of your teeth! And now you expect to beat me? Especially when so much is on the line this Sunday? Before, all those matches I had, they were just business. But this Sunday there is so much more to it. It’s my nCw pay per view debut. My streak is on the line and not only that, but when I win I get a shot at the National Championship. You know this, man. So why would you think those old tapes would give you anything? This Sunday night, with all these things on the line, I’m going to unleash the dragon of Vengeance upon you with such a fury that you’ll question your whole entire existence. You think heart is going to save you from pure talent? No, it wont. The term heart is given to those who need an excuse. A reason as to why they can make it so far in life but can’t get past that final obstacle. Those people are the ones who have “heart”. You can bring all the heart you have Norton but it won’t mean dick when your face to face with the Awesome One."
He shrugs. In his mind his words were simple fact. In his mind he was going to completely annihilate his opponent and nothing Norton or anybody else could say would change his mind. That’s the thought process of a REAL champion.
“But for everything that’s on the line this Sunday Jason, there is really just one thing that is keeping The Awesome Express at full speed. And that’s the seat that I’m sitting in right now. Well, more like the person who is supposed to sit in this particular chair. See after listening to your promo you cut the other day, I decided to go and do some research. I got some interesting information about this seat. Apparently some old man is supposed to sit here this Sunday.”
Awesome flashes his cocky smirk and his eyes narrow as he stares into the camera. Giving off the vibe that he is one evil son of a bitch.
“Your Grandfather.”
He chuckles.
“Paps, as you call him. He is supposed to be sitting right here to watch you compete this Sunday. He has the perfect view too. No jackasses in front of him to block his view or anything. Just a clear view of me vs. you and that really has to build on the pressure for you. I mean what will Paps think when he comes to watch his grand son compete and you lose? He hasn’t seen you in twelve years man, and you invite him to a show where your sure to fail? Do you even love your grandfather? The man is old. He deserves respect. He deserves to have a match dedicated to him by the winner. So you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to dedicate our match to your grandfather Jason. I’m going to give the man a show he deserves. I’m going to show him what a winner looks like.”
He pauses for a moment.
“Paps. Since your own flesh and blood won’t be able to get the job done, I’m hereby dedicating my match in your honor. I mean, Jason won’t be able to give you justice, so somebody has too right?”
Awesome smirks into the camera as the scene slowly fades into…..
Static.
“Hello?……Oh hey darling. Yeah I’m just finishing up here, I’ll be home in a bit……..Oh I KNOW! That game was really something else. The way the home team came back after all that had me on the edge of my seat! You saw it on your fancy shmancy HD TV, but I got to see the real thing. Heh. It’s a dirty job but at least I get to watch the shows for free.”
The janitor pauses for a few moments before he bursts into laughter. It was probably something his wife had said. He heads toward the back door of the room and twists the dead bolt lock and gives it a good pull to make sure it was completely locked.
“Yeah. I’m just locking up, so I’ll be there fairly soon.”
The man sighs.
“The longer you keep me on this phone the longer its going to take me to get home. I gotta’ go. I love you. Bye.”
The janitor hangs up his phone and after making sure that everything was in order he headed towards the light switch that was located by the door on the other side of the room. He flips the light off, and the room falls into complete darkness and that’s when it happens. A knock is herd and the janitor quickly flips the lights back on. He seems confused as to what is going on, as he is already half way out the main door so it couldn’t have come from there. The knock comes again and now the janitor is sure that it came from the back door. He walks over to it and tries to yell through it.
“Who is it?”
He said in a deep stern voice, hoping that it would scare whoever it was away. He listened for an answer but nothing came except for another knock. So reluctantly that janitor opened the door and almost like lightning his forehead met up with four very arrogant knuckles. Four knuckles that belonged to the fist of the Blast of Class himself. Steve Awesome stands in the doorway rather impressed at his dirty work.
“Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Awesome said as he flippantly stepped over the unconscious janitor, chuckling to himself as he walks out the other door after flipping the light switch back to off.
Cut
We then come back to a much more spacious view. Rows and rows and rows of seats all lined up around a large floor. A sports arena, to be exact. And the logos and designs that litter the main floor reveal it to be the United America arena in scenic Chicago, Illinois. It was weird to see an arena such as this completely empty, but all would be explained in due time. Steve Awesome enters the scene, staring at a piece of paper in his hand. He is in the first row of seats on the main floor and he is counting up as he goes along.
“18.….19.…20.….21.….22! Here it is.”
Steve said as he sits down in the chair marked twenty two. He removes his sunglasses to really take a big look around the arena, and he lets out a whistle to emphasize the fact that he was impressed.
‘Wow. This place is huge. Really big. It’s almost humbling to think that all these chairs are going to be filled with people this Sunday.”
He grins.
“Almost.”
He takes one last look around before he puts his focus into the camera lens.
“In case you haven’t figured it out by now, this mighty establishment is the United America arena and the location for this Sunday’s Metamorphosis pay per view. It doesn’t look like much right now, but eventually a whole bunch of nCw trucks are going to show up and all the roadies are going to swarm the place and make it look like something special. A giant big screen will go up over there.”
He points right.
“Commentary booth will go right over there.”
He points to the left.
“And right here in the middle, no more than fifteen feet away from where I’m sitting, is where they will put up MY wrestling ring. In it you’ll see Spike vs. Davey, Jack Manson vs. Ricky Johnson, Reckless Jack vs. Trent Helms and a whole slew of other matches. But in a match-up that a lot of people are saying will steal the show this Sunday, will be Jason “Bore-Tron” vs. Steve Awesome. Two men that have been turning heads since there debut.”
He shakes his head. A look of disgust on his face.
“I don’t know about you Jason, but I’m getting sick of that phrase. “Turning Heads”? I’ve been turning heads ever since I could remember. I was walking and talking at an early age, I could read before I even went to Kindergarten. The head of my wrestling class. Good looks, perfect body, great hair, yeah I have it all. So in reality…I’m always turning heads, it isn’t anything new to me. That’s why on Sunday, I don’t plan on just “turning heads”. I plan on “Capturing There Attention!”. And I’m going to do it at your expense, Jason.”
He grins as he imagines the match in his head.
“Look at the facts man. No matter which way you slice it, you’re a step behind me. You’ve only beaten two men compared to my three, five if you want to get technical. After my first match I was taken off Suspense to compete on Collision. I’ve been given harder opponents, men that have been tested, men that know what it takes to win, and I beat them. You’ve just been sliding by against the bottom of the barrel. You’ve just been scraping through by the skin of your teeth! And now you expect to beat me? Especially when so much is on the line this Sunday? Before, all those matches I had, they were just business. But this Sunday there is so much more to it. It’s my nCw pay per view debut. My streak is on the line and not only that, but when I win I get a shot at the National Championship. You know this, man. So why would you think those old tapes would give you anything? This Sunday night, with all these things on the line, I’m going to unleash the dragon of Vengeance upon you with such a fury that you’ll question your whole entire existence. You think heart is going to save you from pure talent? No, it wont. The term heart is given to those who need an excuse. A reason as to why they can make it so far in life but can’t get past that final obstacle. Those people are the ones who have “heart”. You can bring all the heart you have Norton but it won’t mean dick when your face to face with the Awesome One."
He shrugs. In his mind his words were simple fact. In his mind he was going to completely annihilate his opponent and nothing Norton or anybody else could say would change his mind. That’s the thought process of a REAL champion.
“But for everything that’s on the line this Sunday Jason, there is really just one thing that is keeping The Awesome Express at full speed. And that’s the seat that I’m sitting in right now. Well, more like the person who is supposed to sit in this particular chair. See after listening to your promo you cut the other day, I decided to go and do some research. I got some interesting information about this seat. Apparently some old man is supposed to sit here this Sunday.”
Awesome flashes his cocky smirk and his eyes narrow as he stares into the camera. Giving off the vibe that he is one evil son of a bitch.
“Your Grandfather.”
He chuckles.
“Paps, as you call him. He is supposed to be sitting right here to watch you compete this Sunday. He has the perfect view too. No jackasses in front of him to block his view or anything. Just a clear view of me vs. you and that really has to build on the pressure for you. I mean what will Paps think when he comes to watch his grand son compete and you lose? He hasn’t seen you in twelve years man, and you invite him to a show where your sure to fail? Do you even love your grandfather? The man is old. He deserves respect. He deserves to have a match dedicated to him by the winner. So you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to dedicate our match to your grandfather Jason. I’m going to give the man a show he deserves. I’m going to show him what a winner looks like.”
He pauses for a moment.
“Paps. Since your own flesh and blood won’t be able to get the job done, I’m hereby dedicating my match in your honor. I mean, Jason won’t be able to give you justice, so somebody has too right?”
Awesome smirks into the camera as the scene slowly fades into…..
Static.
