Post by Steve Awesome on Jan 26, 2008 21:05:09 GMT -6
Fear.
Four letters that are grouped together to form a word that consumes. Controls. Destroys. Owns. Cripples man from accomplishing the things needed to survive. Not me. I view fear as a burden. An excuse to hide from the uncertain. Fear does not control me. I control fear. You should fear me, for I am fear. I am your worst ever nightmare. Fear me Jack, something wicked this way comes!
Scene up on the bright green eyes of the future National Champion, Steve Awesome. Even in darkness, Awesome’s eyes seem to shine. Almost like a cat or some sort of malicious demon hiding amongst the shadows. Steve was well aware of these features and sometimes he would think about them. But tonight wasn’t the case. Tonight, he lied awake thinking of something else. Something much more important. Cross Roads this Sunday. More specifically, First Blood.
Steve tosses over to his side, searching for a more comfortable spot. But its no use as his mind is running a marathon tonight. Now I know what your thinking. He is scared. And while its completely normal to have pre-match jitters, especially if it’s a match as violent as first blood, scared was not the case. To be honest with you, I don’t think I’ve ever truly seen a moment in Steve’s career where he has been completely scared. Worried? Yes. Hesitant? A few times. The questioning of his own abilities? Who hasn’t? But fear? No. Never. Not even as a kid, has fear really taken hold of the Blast of Class. As a kid, Steve had a extreme curiosity about him. He wanted to figure things out. See how they worked. I remember once when he had noticed a birds nest high up in a tree. His curiosity got the best of him and up the tree he went. No fear. Just climbed straight up. I also remember a time in his teenage years he and a group of friends broke into a condemned building because it was rumored to be haunted. And regardless of the consequences or the thought of what could be lurking inside, Awesome walked right in, leading the pack as they followed behind him. The many stunts, the fist fights against the bigger kids, all these things that you would assume could possibly strike fear into the heart of a human being, did not. And why? I guess you could say that Steve Awesome was just too stupid to be scared of anything.
And lying awake in his bed, he knew this about himself. But still he couldn’t fall asleep. He kept thinking of what was about to transpire in almost twenty four hours. And as confident as he was in himself he knew that Manson was just as confident as he was. He knew that Jack Manson was willing to just about anything to put him down. So his mind wandered through all these what if scenarios and Awesome countered with the things he would do in all those situations should they arise. It was a horrible thought process. Thinking of ways to really hurt somebody. Thinking of ways to stop them from hurting you. Team that with the fact that this man in particular isn’t really considered a friend of Steve’s and you can sort of start to realize why he can’t fall asleep. So he sits up, and at this point, Layla wakes up.
Layla: “Baby, what are you doing up?”
She says as she sits up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Awesome: “I’m just…..thinking.”
He wasn’t even looking at her. Just straight forward into the darkness.
Layla: “What are you thinking about?”
Awesome: “Nothing. Well something. But I’m not sure if I like it.”
Layla: “Well, you know you can tell me about it if you want too.”
She puts her hand on his shoulder. It was comforting for Steve to know that he had somebody to talk too.
Awesome: “I’m not sure if you’ll like it either. It’s pretty bad.”
This of course concerns Layla. She sits up all the way now.
Layla: Well you know you have to tell me about it now. Give me a hint?”
Awesome: It’s about Cross Roads.
Layla: Oh. It’s okay to be scared it’s a nat-”
Awesome: NO!
Steve says, interrupting her quick. His brows cross in a stern look but they quickly break as he shakes his head.
Awesome: “Well….I don’t know….but its not the way your thinking.”
Layla: “So enlighten me, sweets. How can I help you if you can’t tell me what it is.”
Makes sense.
Awesome: “Alright. But you have to promise me that you won’t think differently of me after I tell you.”
Layla: Sure.
Awesome: No. You have to really promise me Layla. I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve never thought like this before. Tell me you promise.
Layla: Okay. I promise.
Awesome remains silent for a few moments, trying to find the right words.
Awesome: “This Sunday, Cross Roads, First Blood. National Title is on the line against The Maniac. I’m scared of what will happen.”
Layla runs her fingers through Steve’s hair. Trying to comfort her boyfriend.
Layla: Baby, I told you it was okay to be scared. Jack is a mean individual but I have no doubt that-
Steve shakes his head.
Awesome: No. I’m scared of what I’m going to do to him.
Layla: What?
Awesome: I know its cliche but I keep having these thoughts. These dreams. Like blips and glimpses of the match this Sunday. And I just see Jack lying there on the ground just covered in blood. Like he is barely moving. The ref is calling for EMT’s and I’m just laughing. I’m just loving it. Loving that fact that Lindsay Lewis can’t stop the blood. Enjoying the thought that Jack can’t get up. I’ve got blood on me too, but I don’t think it’s mine. And the thing that worries me the most is I don’t stop. I shove through the EMT’s and go right back to work. Punching and clawing at the open wounds. Ripping them wider. I’ve never displayed that type of rage before. I’m afraid….that something bad is going to happen at Cross Roads. That this match is going to be more than just the National Championship. This thing has gotten personal. And the thing that I’m afraid of…..is that I’m going to like it.”
Awesome: “And that’s exactly what I told her last.”
The scene has switched from Awesome in his bed to him sitting at a table as The Ace pours him a glass of coke. Ace shakes his head.
Ace: You’re sick man.
He says as he moves the two liter over to his glass. A grin appears on his face.
Ace:….But I like it.
Awesome: “Yeah, well I don’t. I don’t like the thought of bludgeoning somebody to death being on my record. I’ve already got so much on my record already.”
Ace nods.
Ace: I’ll say. You remember that bar fight back when we were on the road with XHF?
Awesome: Those ass clowns messed up my hair! What did you expect me to do? Just let it slide?”
Ace: I had a black eye for two days because of that fight you started. The next time you decide to start fights with people three times your size, leave me out of it. That shiner really put a damper on my night life.
Awesome: You should know me better than anybody, dude. I don’t back down from anybody. I don’t care if Cletus and his gang of fatties outweigh me by tons. I’m going down swinging.
Ace: You always have been too stupid to be scared. But I’m sure that’s part of the reason I picked you to be my tag partner.
Awesome: That may be true, but it will be kind of hard to have tag team matches if I’m convicted for murder after this Sunday.
Ace: But hey, look on the Brightside. At least you’ll be National Champion.
Awesome: Heh, yeah. And I’ll stay undefeated too.
Ace: That’s the way to go. But look at it like this Steve. First blood matches aren’t for the weak of heart, you know that as well as I do. And now to make matters worse, Jack Manson has let his Maniac side out in order to keep you at bay.”
Awesome: I still call lies on that bull ****.
Ace: I know. This isn’t the first time he has done this either. We all endure it.
Awesome: Ah. I see. So we just humor him.
Ace: Indeed. But he still wants to put you down. I say you take these thoughts you keep having and make them a reality. You want to be a National Champion? You want that top spot? Then for God’s sake show these people you want it. If that means taking Manson out for an extended period of time then by all means, bludgeon the Maniac until he can’t stand up. He is the only man standing in your way. I’ll be taking out Dave Holland, Trent has Davey, and now you have the ability to drop Jack.”
Awesome nods.
Awesome: “Your right. Your so right. All this time in my career I’ve been okay with sitting on the back burner. I’ve been okay with holding back. But it’s not okay! Jack said it himself, I’m a diamond in the rough, and with some smoothing I can be the best. Too bad for him, he’s the man I’ll be cutting my teeth on.”
Ace: That’s the spirit mate.
Awesome: “I mean…he asked for it. He was the one who requested this match in the first place! He is the one who made this thing personal to begin with. He is the one who went through all the trouble to switch his mindset. Whether you believe him or not, he has said that he wants to end me. Well like any and all situations like that, I say bring it on. I say come try and take me out. And like any and every fight that I have EVER been in, I’m going down swinging! I’m coming full force and I garen-DAMN-tee that Jack Manson will never EVER forget my name.”
Ace: “So I take it your ready then?”
Awesome stands up from the chair.
Awesome: “No. I’m ****ing pumped!”
Scene up one more time and we find ourselves at a park. It’s still night time, but the time of night doesn’t matter. Steve Awesome is feeling it now. And as we find him, leaning up against the slide he flashes that cocky smirk.
“Hey kids, it’s everybody’s favorite wrestler, Steve Awesome. The prettiest player in the game and the reason why you tune in and watch nCw in the first place. Don’t lie, you know it’s true.”
He flashes a smile.
“Now I know what your wondering. Why on Earth is Steve Awesome standing in a park at all hours of the night? It’s freezing cold out here. But it just goes to show you exactly how cool, I really am. See I can’t sleep. Big match is coming up this Sunday and I can honestly say that I’m excited. My veins are pumping fool of the adrenaline. The passion, the rage, the hardcore talent that flows through me is ready to go this Sunday and I just thought I’d let you know that. The best abs in the company today is ready to go all Maniac on the Maniac himself this Sunday.”
“I remember awhile back that I said that I’m feeling it now. And I still do. Can you feel it? Can you feel the electricity in the air whenever I’m around? I can. These people can. The boys in the back can. But the only person that can’t seem to grasp the thought is Jack Manson. See I don’t think he knows what he is up against this Sunday.”
Steve shakes his head.
“And you know something? That really is a damn shame. Because I thought that a guy like Jack Manson had some sort of intelligence pumping through that boring skull of his, but I guess I was wrong. I mean he has those beady little eyes, that Forrest Gump haircut, and the looks Al Pacino’s ass. So excuse me for assuming that he would rather hit the books instead of a personal life. But apparently, the kid lacks on both sides of the spectrum. It’s not my fault, not all of us could have been born a star like me. See all Jack had to do to avoid the beat down he is going to receive from me this Sunday was just hand me that National Championship. All he had to do was back down gracefully. But he didn’t so now he is taking on the Blast of Class at Cross Roads, Live on Pay Per View. Check your local cable provider for more details. Be sure to catch the show kids, your not going to want to miss this. It’s going to be a show like no other, and do you know why? Well I’m sure you know the biggest reason already.”
Steve pauses as if to wait for somebody to answer him. But since he is in the middle of a park, late at night he isn’t going to get one.
“Because I’m on it. Duh. But of course there are other reasons too. Take the fact that my match against Jackie Boy is First Blood. We are going to finally prove who the better man is. Even if everybody already knows the answer to that question. And if you don’t you have been living underneath a damn rock. I am the better man. And let me tell you why. Four simple reasons. Reason one: “I’ve already made him bleed.”
Awesome slaps his own forehead.
“DUH! Come on people. Work with me here. I’ve already made the guy bleed. He has bled do to my actions. Good old Steve Awesome has put the Maniac down in a puddle of his own blood. And for those with a literary background, you would classify that as a bit of foreshadowing. A simple preview of what’s to come this Sunday. And let me just say, if all it takes is kicking a chair into his ugly face one time to pop his tiny head open like a zit, then *** damn I’ve got an easy night ahead of me. Reason number two: He has no momentum.”
Awesome rubs his hands together because of the excitement…or possibly the cold. You pick.
“And I’ll only give you one guess as to where all that momentum lies.”
Steve counts down from five on his fingers.
“Times up, folks. You really need to step up your game. The only answer that you should have came up with is…..ME! Steve Awesome. All the momentum all the battle victories belong to me. The stitches in his forehead, the tag match screw job, the beat downs that me and my fellow mid-carders dished out on you, the victory in the tag match….all ME! What has Jack done? Nothing but run his mouth. Nothing but jaw jack about how great he is and rabble on about respect. Save it Jack, nobody is listening to you anymore. You have already been bested. You’ve already been shoved aside and on Sunday I make it official by signing off in your blood. Reasono el Tres. Translation: Reason Three: He is a huge douche.”
Awesome puts his hands up in defense.
“Now I know I may have just pissed off the few Manson fans that are left, but check this out. All three of you need to listen up. How many times can a man say he is going to beat somebody….and then NOT do it, before you give up on the cause? What’s Jackie going on now? Three times? “I’m going to beat you Steve Awesome” he says. Yup….I’m sure you would like that, I’m sure it’s a great thought in your tiny head but each time you’ve said it Jack, I’ve proved you wrong. Quit setting yourself up with so much disappointment man. I wouldn’t want you to go and get all depressed on me. But of course this time it’s different, right? This time you’ve gone and went crazy on me. You pulled a Mick Foley and let your darker side take over. Well bring the dark side on “Cactus” Jack. I’m generally excited to see you try and fail this time. Because then you’ll know the truth. You may be good, you may be forever in the history books as the first ever National Champion, but to know that even when you bring your very best against me, it STILL won’t be enough.”
He gives us a very arrogant “tsk, tsk,” sound.
“And that right there. That’s got to be the worst that can ever happen to somebody like you, Jack. Your sitting there on top of the world when all of a sudden nCw signs a new talent. And at first you thought nothing of it. Right? You paid no attention to me. But then as time came along, I started getting attention. I was beating people that I shouldn’t have been able to. The current number one contender to the world title, Christian Kane. The man whom you slated yourself as a future world champion, my friend, The Ace. Even the man you share a tag team with, Davey Ortega. I took Ricky’s spot! And now it’s time for me to face you. One on one. And Jack….the Awesome Express is coming for you. Faster than ever. I haven’t slipped, I haven’t faltered once. You think that you can kill my career? You want to end me? The simple fact is Jack, that you can’t end me. My career won’t end until I say it does. You damn douche!”
That cocky smirk appears on his face once more.
“And finally, reason four. The most important reason. Reason number four: Because I’m Steve Awesome! I am the showstopper baby! The pay per view MVP. And this Sunday at Cross Roads…we might as well be the main event, since nobody cares about the Kane’s that much. It’s all about me, this Sunday. It’s all about that National Championship. And how its coming home to me. About how my streak will remain intact. About how one of the “big-boys” was forcibly removed from his spot just like we have been saying all along. But most of all its about your blood Jack. About how its going to spill all over the mat. And about how once and for all, Jack Manson….The Maniac…whoever you are right now, WILL BE……”
He steps forward so that all you can see are those shiny green eyes. Staring back at you like the malicious dragon he will be this Sunday. And as he whispers the final words he will speak before the Cross Road’s takes place this Sunday…..those glimpses…those blips that have been haunting his head. They come back. And Steve finally realizes that these haunting were haunting at all. But motivation. A work of art in progress.
“Awesomely….INFORMED!”
Static
Four letters that are grouped together to form a word that consumes. Controls. Destroys. Owns. Cripples man from accomplishing the things needed to survive. Not me. I view fear as a burden. An excuse to hide from the uncertain. Fear does not control me. I control fear. You should fear me, for I am fear. I am your worst ever nightmare. Fear me Jack, something wicked this way comes!
Scene up on the bright green eyes of the future National Champion, Steve Awesome. Even in darkness, Awesome’s eyes seem to shine. Almost like a cat or some sort of malicious demon hiding amongst the shadows. Steve was well aware of these features and sometimes he would think about them. But tonight wasn’t the case. Tonight, he lied awake thinking of something else. Something much more important. Cross Roads this Sunday. More specifically, First Blood.
Steve tosses over to his side, searching for a more comfortable spot. But its no use as his mind is running a marathon tonight. Now I know what your thinking. He is scared. And while its completely normal to have pre-match jitters, especially if it’s a match as violent as first blood, scared was not the case. To be honest with you, I don’t think I’ve ever truly seen a moment in Steve’s career where he has been completely scared. Worried? Yes. Hesitant? A few times. The questioning of his own abilities? Who hasn’t? But fear? No. Never. Not even as a kid, has fear really taken hold of the Blast of Class. As a kid, Steve had a extreme curiosity about him. He wanted to figure things out. See how they worked. I remember once when he had noticed a birds nest high up in a tree. His curiosity got the best of him and up the tree he went. No fear. Just climbed straight up. I also remember a time in his teenage years he and a group of friends broke into a condemned building because it was rumored to be haunted. And regardless of the consequences or the thought of what could be lurking inside, Awesome walked right in, leading the pack as they followed behind him. The many stunts, the fist fights against the bigger kids, all these things that you would assume could possibly strike fear into the heart of a human being, did not. And why? I guess you could say that Steve Awesome was just too stupid to be scared of anything.
And lying awake in his bed, he knew this about himself. But still he couldn’t fall asleep. He kept thinking of what was about to transpire in almost twenty four hours. And as confident as he was in himself he knew that Manson was just as confident as he was. He knew that Jack Manson was willing to just about anything to put him down. So his mind wandered through all these what if scenarios and Awesome countered with the things he would do in all those situations should they arise. It was a horrible thought process. Thinking of ways to really hurt somebody. Thinking of ways to stop them from hurting you. Team that with the fact that this man in particular isn’t really considered a friend of Steve’s and you can sort of start to realize why he can’t fall asleep. So he sits up, and at this point, Layla wakes up.
Layla: “Baby, what are you doing up?”
She says as she sits up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Awesome: “I’m just…..thinking.”
He wasn’t even looking at her. Just straight forward into the darkness.
Layla: “What are you thinking about?”
Awesome: “Nothing. Well something. But I’m not sure if I like it.”
Layla: “Well, you know you can tell me about it if you want too.”
She puts her hand on his shoulder. It was comforting for Steve to know that he had somebody to talk too.
Awesome: “I’m not sure if you’ll like it either. It’s pretty bad.”
This of course concerns Layla. She sits up all the way now.
Layla: Well you know you have to tell me about it now. Give me a hint?”
Awesome: It’s about Cross Roads.
Layla: Oh. It’s okay to be scared it’s a nat-”
Awesome: NO!
Steve says, interrupting her quick. His brows cross in a stern look but they quickly break as he shakes his head.
Awesome: “Well….I don’t know….but its not the way your thinking.”
Layla: “So enlighten me, sweets. How can I help you if you can’t tell me what it is.”
Makes sense.
Awesome: “Alright. But you have to promise me that you won’t think differently of me after I tell you.”
Layla: Sure.
Awesome: No. You have to really promise me Layla. I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve never thought like this before. Tell me you promise.
Layla: Okay. I promise.
Awesome remains silent for a few moments, trying to find the right words.
Awesome: “This Sunday, Cross Roads, First Blood. National Title is on the line against The Maniac. I’m scared of what will happen.”
Layla runs her fingers through Steve’s hair. Trying to comfort her boyfriend.
Layla: Baby, I told you it was okay to be scared. Jack is a mean individual but I have no doubt that-
Steve shakes his head.
Awesome: No. I’m scared of what I’m going to do to him.
Layla: What?
Awesome: I know its cliche but I keep having these thoughts. These dreams. Like blips and glimpses of the match this Sunday. And I just see Jack lying there on the ground just covered in blood. Like he is barely moving. The ref is calling for EMT’s and I’m just laughing. I’m just loving it. Loving that fact that Lindsay Lewis can’t stop the blood. Enjoying the thought that Jack can’t get up. I’ve got blood on me too, but I don’t think it’s mine. And the thing that worries me the most is I don’t stop. I shove through the EMT’s and go right back to work. Punching and clawing at the open wounds. Ripping them wider. I’ve never displayed that type of rage before. I’m afraid….that something bad is going to happen at Cross Roads. That this match is going to be more than just the National Championship. This thing has gotten personal. And the thing that I’m afraid of…..is that I’m going to like it.”
Awesome: “And that’s exactly what I told her last.”
The scene has switched from Awesome in his bed to him sitting at a table as The Ace pours him a glass of coke. Ace shakes his head.
Ace: You’re sick man.
He says as he moves the two liter over to his glass. A grin appears on his face.
Ace:….But I like it.
Awesome: “Yeah, well I don’t. I don’t like the thought of bludgeoning somebody to death being on my record. I’ve already got so much on my record already.”
Ace nods.
Ace: I’ll say. You remember that bar fight back when we were on the road with XHF?
Awesome: Those ass clowns messed up my hair! What did you expect me to do? Just let it slide?”
Ace: I had a black eye for two days because of that fight you started. The next time you decide to start fights with people three times your size, leave me out of it. That shiner really put a damper on my night life.
Awesome: You should know me better than anybody, dude. I don’t back down from anybody. I don’t care if Cletus and his gang of fatties outweigh me by tons. I’m going down swinging.
Ace: You always have been too stupid to be scared. But I’m sure that’s part of the reason I picked you to be my tag partner.
Awesome: That may be true, but it will be kind of hard to have tag team matches if I’m convicted for murder after this Sunday.
Ace: But hey, look on the Brightside. At least you’ll be National Champion.
Awesome: Heh, yeah. And I’ll stay undefeated too.
Ace: That’s the way to go. But look at it like this Steve. First blood matches aren’t for the weak of heart, you know that as well as I do. And now to make matters worse, Jack Manson has let his Maniac side out in order to keep you at bay.”
Awesome: I still call lies on that bull ****.
Ace: I know. This isn’t the first time he has done this either. We all endure it.
Awesome: Ah. I see. So we just humor him.
Ace: Indeed. But he still wants to put you down. I say you take these thoughts you keep having and make them a reality. You want to be a National Champion? You want that top spot? Then for God’s sake show these people you want it. If that means taking Manson out for an extended period of time then by all means, bludgeon the Maniac until he can’t stand up. He is the only man standing in your way. I’ll be taking out Dave Holland, Trent has Davey, and now you have the ability to drop Jack.”
Awesome nods.
Awesome: “Your right. Your so right. All this time in my career I’ve been okay with sitting on the back burner. I’ve been okay with holding back. But it’s not okay! Jack said it himself, I’m a diamond in the rough, and with some smoothing I can be the best. Too bad for him, he’s the man I’ll be cutting my teeth on.”
Ace: That’s the spirit mate.
Awesome: “I mean…he asked for it. He was the one who requested this match in the first place! He is the one who made this thing personal to begin with. He is the one who went through all the trouble to switch his mindset. Whether you believe him or not, he has said that he wants to end me. Well like any and all situations like that, I say bring it on. I say come try and take me out. And like any and every fight that I have EVER been in, I’m going down swinging! I’m coming full force and I garen-DAMN-tee that Jack Manson will never EVER forget my name.”
Ace: “So I take it your ready then?”
Awesome stands up from the chair.
Awesome: “No. I’m ****ing pumped!”
Scene up one more time and we find ourselves at a park. It’s still night time, but the time of night doesn’t matter. Steve Awesome is feeling it now. And as we find him, leaning up against the slide he flashes that cocky smirk.
“Hey kids, it’s everybody’s favorite wrestler, Steve Awesome. The prettiest player in the game and the reason why you tune in and watch nCw in the first place. Don’t lie, you know it’s true.”
He flashes a smile.
“Now I know what your wondering. Why on Earth is Steve Awesome standing in a park at all hours of the night? It’s freezing cold out here. But it just goes to show you exactly how cool, I really am. See I can’t sleep. Big match is coming up this Sunday and I can honestly say that I’m excited. My veins are pumping fool of the adrenaline. The passion, the rage, the hardcore talent that flows through me is ready to go this Sunday and I just thought I’d let you know that. The best abs in the company today is ready to go all Maniac on the Maniac himself this Sunday.”
“I remember awhile back that I said that I’m feeling it now. And I still do. Can you feel it? Can you feel the electricity in the air whenever I’m around? I can. These people can. The boys in the back can. But the only person that can’t seem to grasp the thought is Jack Manson. See I don’t think he knows what he is up against this Sunday.”
Steve shakes his head.
“And you know something? That really is a damn shame. Because I thought that a guy like Jack Manson had some sort of intelligence pumping through that boring skull of his, but I guess I was wrong. I mean he has those beady little eyes, that Forrest Gump haircut, and the looks Al Pacino’s ass. So excuse me for assuming that he would rather hit the books instead of a personal life. But apparently, the kid lacks on both sides of the spectrum. It’s not my fault, not all of us could have been born a star like me. See all Jack had to do to avoid the beat down he is going to receive from me this Sunday was just hand me that National Championship. All he had to do was back down gracefully. But he didn’t so now he is taking on the Blast of Class at Cross Roads, Live on Pay Per View. Check your local cable provider for more details. Be sure to catch the show kids, your not going to want to miss this. It’s going to be a show like no other, and do you know why? Well I’m sure you know the biggest reason already.”
Steve pauses as if to wait for somebody to answer him. But since he is in the middle of a park, late at night he isn’t going to get one.
“Because I’m on it. Duh. But of course there are other reasons too. Take the fact that my match against Jackie Boy is First Blood. We are going to finally prove who the better man is. Even if everybody already knows the answer to that question. And if you don’t you have been living underneath a damn rock. I am the better man. And let me tell you why. Four simple reasons. Reason one: “I’ve already made him bleed.”
Awesome slaps his own forehead.
“DUH! Come on people. Work with me here. I’ve already made the guy bleed. He has bled do to my actions. Good old Steve Awesome has put the Maniac down in a puddle of his own blood. And for those with a literary background, you would classify that as a bit of foreshadowing. A simple preview of what’s to come this Sunday. And let me just say, if all it takes is kicking a chair into his ugly face one time to pop his tiny head open like a zit, then *** damn I’ve got an easy night ahead of me. Reason number two: He has no momentum.”
Awesome rubs his hands together because of the excitement…or possibly the cold. You pick.
“And I’ll only give you one guess as to where all that momentum lies.”
Steve counts down from five on his fingers.
“Times up, folks. You really need to step up your game. The only answer that you should have came up with is…..ME! Steve Awesome. All the momentum all the battle victories belong to me. The stitches in his forehead, the tag match screw job, the beat downs that me and my fellow mid-carders dished out on you, the victory in the tag match….all ME! What has Jack done? Nothing but run his mouth. Nothing but jaw jack about how great he is and rabble on about respect. Save it Jack, nobody is listening to you anymore. You have already been bested. You’ve already been shoved aside and on Sunday I make it official by signing off in your blood. Reasono el Tres. Translation: Reason Three: He is a huge douche.”
Awesome puts his hands up in defense.
“Now I know I may have just pissed off the few Manson fans that are left, but check this out. All three of you need to listen up. How many times can a man say he is going to beat somebody….and then NOT do it, before you give up on the cause? What’s Jackie going on now? Three times? “I’m going to beat you Steve Awesome” he says. Yup….I’m sure you would like that, I’m sure it’s a great thought in your tiny head but each time you’ve said it Jack, I’ve proved you wrong. Quit setting yourself up with so much disappointment man. I wouldn’t want you to go and get all depressed on me. But of course this time it’s different, right? This time you’ve gone and went crazy on me. You pulled a Mick Foley and let your darker side take over. Well bring the dark side on “Cactus” Jack. I’m generally excited to see you try and fail this time. Because then you’ll know the truth. You may be good, you may be forever in the history books as the first ever National Champion, but to know that even when you bring your very best against me, it STILL won’t be enough.”
He gives us a very arrogant “tsk, tsk,” sound.
“And that right there. That’s got to be the worst that can ever happen to somebody like you, Jack. Your sitting there on top of the world when all of a sudden nCw signs a new talent. And at first you thought nothing of it. Right? You paid no attention to me. But then as time came along, I started getting attention. I was beating people that I shouldn’t have been able to. The current number one contender to the world title, Christian Kane. The man whom you slated yourself as a future world champion, my friend, The Ace. Even the man you share a tag team with, Davey Ortega. I took Ricky’s spot! And now it’s time for me to face you. One on one. And Jack….the Awesome Express is coming for you. Faster than ever. I haven’t slipped, I haven’t faltered once. You think that you can kill my career? You want to end me? The simple fact is Jack, that you can’t end me. My career won’t end until I say it does. You damn douche!”
That cocky smirk appears on his face once more.
“And finally, reason four. The most important reason. Reason number four: Because I’m Steve Awesome! I am the showstopper baby! The pay per view MVP. And this Sunday at Cross Roads…we might as well be the main event, since nobody cares about the Kane’s that much. It’s all about me, this Sunday. It’s all about that National Championship. And how its coming home to me. About how my streak will remain intact. About how one of the “big-boys” was forcibly removed from his spot just like we have been saying all along. But most of all its about your blood Jack. About how its going to spill all over the mat. And about how once and for all, Jack Manson….The Maniac…whoever you are right now, WILL BE……”
He steps forward so that all you can see are those shiny green eyes. Staring back at you like the malicious dragon he will be this Sunday. And as he whispers the final words he will speak before the Cross Road’s takes place this Sunday…..those glimpses…those blips that have been haunting his head. They come back. And Steve finally realizes that these haunting were haunting at all. But motivation. A work of art in progress.
“Awesomely….INFORMED!”
Static
