Post by Steve Awesome on Apr 4, 2008 2:06:10 GMT -6
This morning, as the sun obnoxiously declared it’s existence through the blinds in my window, I woke up happy. Now that’s an odd statement to make, usually when something like that is said one would begin to think the opposite. But I assure you there isn’t any depression on my side of the fort. I’m rich, famous, attractive, a damn good athlete and my name has Steve and Awesome in it, I have nothing to be depressed about.
But today, I woke up extra happy. I suppose that’s a better way to describe it. I woke up extra happy today because I began my day by looking into her eyes. Her deep brown eyes almost like a fat kids dream of swimming in a pool of milk chocolate. I slowly regained awareness from my night of slumber and as my vision gained focus the very first thing I saw today were here eyes looking at me. It was at that moment that I truly wondered what it was I did to deserve a girl like her.
Let’s face it, I do a lot of bad things. I know I do. So you don’t have to bring it to my attention every time I enter in a room. If you asked me why, I wouldn’t have an answer for you. My friends say that I’m addicted to the female body. But what man isn’t? Some say I just think with my penis. But again, what man hasn’t had that internal battle before? I just happen to look damn good, so when I endure that battle of the “minds”, the brain downstairs happens to win thanks to consistency. Then there are others who claim that I’m just a commitment phobe and I’m too afraid to settle down with just one woman. But what do they know?
So yes, I do have a problem. Be it a chemical in-balance, an addiction, or even a phobia (as dumb as that sounds), whatever the reason is, I know it’s there. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to stop it.
Occasionally my conscious will realize that it does indeed have a job and get off its lazy ass and give me some guidance. Randomly I’ll have a big conversation with myself about how much of a horrible person I am for cheating on my girlfriend. I’ll look at myself in the mirror or I’ll just lay silently and think about all the girls I’ve hurt, all the lies I’ve told, and I think that there has GOT to be a better way in life then putting people through that all the time.
That happened this morning, when I looked into Layla’s eyes. I’m telling you guys, this could be something that I could do for the rest of my life. I mean if it makes you happy then you should definitely do it right? Why should I even put in the effort of bagging some random chick at a night club and gain the ten seconds of satisfaction after forty five minutes of humping, when I can be this happy just looking into Layla’s eyes?
Am I retarded or something?
I have this beautiful creature willing to spend her life with me and I’m constantly ****ing it up! I look her in the eyes and tell her I love her, I tell her that she’s the only one for me and then I go out that very same night and do my thing at the club. A few weeks ago I was supposed to take her on a date and I didn’t even get a chance to do that. You don’t have to tell me, I already know.
I AM retarded.
You know what? Today is the day I make the change. Today is the day that I start being faithful to my girlfriend because Lord knows she deserves it. I want family, I marriage, I want to start that next part of my life. I’m not going to be young forever. The Gods have granted me with this sexy body and amazing talents but like Lance Ryan can attest too, looks and talent don’t last forever.
I should do something nice for her. I should take her on that date I promised her. That would be nice right? Yeah. A fancy dinner date and as a preliminary we can go and get new clothes for the event. Anything for one half of the greatest tag team in the world and his gorgeous girlfriend. And after that, I’m going straight.
Stop giggling Adam you know what I meant! I’m going to swear off all these one night stands and the lying and the groupies. I mean it! It’s what I need to do in order to keep the happiness. And besides if I keep sleeping with all these girls I’ll probably just end up with gonorrhea or something and that’s never good.
Although, I’m sure Trent Helms has a cream for that…….
But today, I woke up extra happy. I suppose that’s a better way to describe it. I woke up extra happy today because I began my day by looking into her eyes. Her deep brown eyes almost like a fat kids dream of swimming in a pool of milk chocolate. I slowly regained awareness from my night of slumber and as my vision gained focus the very first thing I saw today were here eyes looking at me. It was at that moment that I truly wondered what it was I did to deserve a girl like her.
Let’s face it, I do a lot of bad things. I know I do. So you don’t have to bring it to my attention every time I enter in a room. If you asked me why, I wouldn’t have an answer for you. My friends say that I’m addicted to the female body. But what man isn’t? Some say I just think with my penis. But again, what man hasn’t had that internal battle before? I just happen to look damn good, so when I endure that battle of the “minds”, the brain downstairs happens to win thanks to consistency. Then there are others who claim that I’m just a commitment phobe and I’m too afraid to settle down with just one woman. But what do they know?
So yes, I do have a problem. Be it a chemical in-balance, an addiction, or even a phobia (as dumb as that sounds), whatever the reason is, I know it’s there. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to stop it.
Occasionally my conscious will realize that it does indeed have a job and get off its lazy ass and give me some guidance. Randomly I’ll have a big conversation with myself about how much of a horrible person I am for cheating on my girlfriend. I’ll look at myself in the mirror or I’ll just lay silently and think about all the girls I’ve hurt, all the lies I’ve told, and I think that there has GOT to be a better way in life then putting people through that all the time.
That happened this morning, when I looked into Layla’s eyes. I’m telling you guys, this could be something that I could do for the rest of my life. I mean if it makes you happy then you should definitely do it right? Why should I even put in the effort of bagging some random chick at a night club and gain the ten seconds of satisfaction after forty five minutes of humping, when I can be this happy just looking into Layla’s eyes?
Am I retarded or something?
I have this beautiful creature willing to spend her life with me and I’m constantly ****ing it up! I look her in the eyes and tell her I love her, I tell her that she’s the only one for me and then I go out that very same night and do my thing at the club. A few weeks ago I was supposed to take her on a date and I didn’t even get a chance to do that. You don’t have to tell me, I already know.
I AM retarded.
You know what? Today is the day I make the change. Today is the day that I start being faithful to my girlfriend because Lord knows she deserves it. I want family, I marriage, I want to start that next part of my life. I’m not going to be young forever. The Gods have granted me with this sexy body and amazing talents but like Lance Ryan can attest too, looks and talent don’t last forever.
I should do something nice for her. I should take her on that date I promised her. That would be nice right? Yeah. A fancy dinner date and as a preliminary we can go and get new clothes for the event. Anything for one half of the greatest tag team in the world and his gorgeous girlfriend. And after that, I’m going straight.
Stop giggling Adam you know what I meant! I’m going to swear off all these one night stands and the lying and the groupies. I mean it! It’s what I need to do in order to keep the happiness. And besides if I keep sleeping with all these girls I’ll probably just end up with gonorrhea or something and that’s never good.
Although, I’m sure Trent Helms has a cream for that…….
Scene opens to a view that takes your breath away. Layla had found this amazing little dress and she is now modeling it for Steve Awesome inside the store they were in. She looked good. Really good, and Steve had trouble keeping his jaw closed.
“So….how do I look?”
She says with a smile and a spin. Awesome can barely find words to describe it.
“Damn.”
That was all that he could muster.
“What? You don’t like it? I’ll just take it off and find something else for our date then.”
She turns back toward the dressing room but Steve stops her.
“No. That was definitely a good damn.”
That comment puts a smile back on her face causing her to turn and look at herself in the mirror nearby. She nod, signaling her approval.
“Yeah, it is a good dress isn’t it.”
Steve watches as she takes her hands and brings them down her sides and curves to make sure the dress isn’t wrinkled anywhere.
“It definitely fits you. That’s for sure.”
“We are going to have so much fun on our date. I bet that we are going to be the best looking couple there.”
“There isn’t much competition. As a matter of fact there is never much competition when it comes to me and you.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Oh no. Your not about to talk about wrestling right now are you?”
“I have a big match coming up this Sunday. It’s always going to be on my mind.”
She smiles and nods. She’s accepted that fact a long time ago.
“Yeah. I know that. Doesn’t mean I have to be present when you go off on your tangents. I think I’m going to go take this off and then get it paid for.”
Awesome grins.
“Well, I’m here to help for the undressing part. I’m always going to be good at that.”
He grips her by the hips and pulls her in.
“Easy tiger. Save it for tonight.”
She breaks lose, kisses him and walks away. Leaving Awesome to watch her as she does so. Once she had gone a ways he takes a big breath and smiles big. You could tell that he seemed happier today. Which was good because even a man as mean and spiteful as Steve was, deserved to be happy. As Layla did her thing a few girls walked past him. They were hot but Steve didn’t even give them a glance. He didn’t have to because he had Layla. And he wasn’t going to mess that up again. So he just stood there with his hands in his pocket and minding his own business. Well he tried to anyways.
“Psst!”
Awesome looks around to see where that sound had come from and that’s when he saw her. Carly Robbins and she was coming in his direction. He tries to sneak off the other way and just when he thought he was safe…..
“Hey Steve. Funny running into you here.”
Carly said, her blue eyes locked onto his.
“Carly? Hey, what are you doing here?”
He says nervously, his eyes scanning the surroundings for an easy ecsape.
“Shopping.”
She replied, pointing to a pile of clothes on her arm.
“You?”
“The same.”
There's nothing. He was completely trapped.
“In the women’s section?”
“Well, I’m actually here with somebody. Speaking of, I should probably be getting back to-”
As he spoke he attempted a quick walk off but Carly moved in front of him.
“That’s cool. This will totally only take like 3.2”
“Yeah but….”
It didn’t matter what he had to say. Carly grabs the tag team champion by the arm and drags him off toward the dressing rooms. Yeah! The same one that Layla is in. She pushes him into an empty room.
“Oh God. It had to be the dressing rooms? Carly, somebody might catch us in here.”
“Don’t worry about security they have no idea!”
“I’m not worried about security. I’m more worried about my gi-”
She does one of those finger on the lips moves that always works in the movies to shush somebody up.
“Well just don’t worry then. This will only take a second.”
She stands on her tip toes to kiss him.
“I have a crush on you.”
She kisses him again. But Awesome stops her.
“Look, Carly, I’m flattered. I really am.
He stops to think about it for a moment.
Actually, I’m not surprised. I am pretty sexy.”
“Yeah you totally are!”
She tries to kiss him again but he stops her.
“But I can’t be doing this. It’s wrong. Especially when my gir-”
“I should have known! God, I’m so stupid!”
He hugs her.
“No. Your not stupid. Your just caught up in the moment, that’s all. It happens to everybody.”
“Yes I am. I found out you were coming to this store so I hurried up and I came here. I dragged you in this dumb dressing room and I told you that I like, like you like you, I mean who does that? Seriously.”
Awesome lets out a silent chuckle as Carly hits her own forhead in fustration.
“Yeah, it was pretty drastic.”
“Tell me about it. You deserve better than this Steve. I’m going to make this right. Here take this.”
She pulls a business card from her pocket.
“Take this. It’s my hotel room address. Meet me there tomorrow and I swear I’ll make this right.”
Steve shakes his head.
“No Carly. You don’t understand. I’m trying to tell you that this won’t work because I have a girl-”
“Steve?”
“Oh God! That came from outside! She’ll never believe me if she catches me like this. Carly you have to stay in here till I say, you got that? Don’t come out of this dressing room until I’m gone. I’ll explain it to you tomorrow night, okay? Now give me a shirt or something!”
Awesome grabs a shirt from Carly and quickly puts it on and walks outside. Sure enough Layla was standing there, her dress already bagged up and ready to go.
“Well I’m done. But uh…what were you just doing in there?”
“I was trying on a shirt, babe. I want to look good too you know.”
Layla looks disgusted.
“And you decided on that one? Your not going on a date with me dressed in that! Take it off and let’s go.”
She walks off and Awesome looks down at the shirt he was wearing. In sparkly purple letters it read “Naughty Girl”. Awesome just stops and looks up into the camera.
“Shut up!”
Static.
Later that night…..
Believe it or not, the latest Reckless Jack promo made our hero actually sit down and think. As much as Steve hated to admit it, Jack had a point. It was hard to deny it. I know Steve Awesome is supposed to be this giant ass hat and everything but you’d have to be an idiot to try and disagree with what RJ had said. Drugs, alcohol, sexual encounters with random women, they are all part of a lifestyle that will only lead to personal and physical problems. This I’m positive on. I’ve seen it go down. But the sad thing is, for most people anyway, that once your in….your in.
We open on a shantytown located somewhere within the inner city. What city doesn’t necessarily matter but you can definitely tell that this place was in need of some renovations. Not entirely unlike the projects we saw Jack and his friend visit, in fact not much has changed except the crudely built houses and shacks aren’t built together. They’re separate. Separate lives for separate people.
But every person pretty much lives the same life. They are into drugs. Maybe not the same drugs but they will most likely end up dead. There lips attached to the bottle. Beer or liquor, their choice, but the end is always the same. Every day there is a fight. Somebody inflicting random acts of violence on somebody else just because there shirt has a different color then that persons. That’s it! A string of violence begins because of the color of somebody’s ****ing shirt and it just makes me sick.
All these people continue on the path of destruction, most likely because they don’t know any better, and they wind up dead before you can even blink. It’s like feeder fish. My friend has this terrarium and when I watch him feed his animals I can’t even begin to count how many end up food because they had no idea the type of danger they were really in.
This is the way the citizens of this shantytown, or shack town as its more affectionately known, live every day. They just don’t care. It’s horrifying to think that God granted life to these fools and they just throw it away. They ruin it, pollute it, flat out **** it up and when there health starts to suffer because of it they look around all dumbfounded as if they didn’t know what they were doing. Bull****!
We pan up along a large building that overlooks this dead end town. On this building about five or six floors up was a balcony. It was windy on this night so it was hard for the camera to focus at first but with the new age technology we have these days that problem was quickly fixed and we find that there is a person standing on the balcony, looking down on the shacks. His long black hair blew wildly in the wind but he didn’t care. We notice that this man was actually Steve Awesome, and an sadness took him over.
Awesome: “Can I be serious? Okay. I get it. This world…this life….it’s horrible. I sat down and listened to what you had to say Jack and I have to admit that a lot of what you say has a lot of truth to it. Take this town for instance. This town, these people who live in it, they are all heading for disaster. They are all set to completely ruin there lives. It honestly hurts me to know that. To know that these people are all basically lost, stuck in this never ending battle with addiction. I’d help them but to put it bluntly, they won’t make it anyway.”
“Trust me I know. I’ve lived here. My childhood was established inside this town of fools, so I’ve seen my fair share of ****ed up ****. I’ve watched as my best friends are maliciously beaten for there bicycle. We would try to fight back but we knew that even if we won that fight there would only end up with more people coming for our blood. I’ve seen grown men stumbling around stoned blind drunk because they have nothing else left. It’s a vicious cycle man. They can’t get ahead because there life revolves around the bottle and yet they guzzle the brew because they just can’t get ahead. When I was just turning thirteen, I actually had a woman, who was hooked on heroin offer to give me oral sex for money. Thirteen Jack! Thirteen years old! In a perfect world I shouldn’t have even known what the hell a blow job was, let alone being offered it for money!”
“I’ve never mentioned this before to anybody, but my own mother was so messed up on drugs that she tried to kill herself! I’m serious! She just took a bottle of pills and intended to come down the stares and slip away into death. The only thing that saved her was the fact that she fell down a flight of stairs and cracked her head open at the bottom. Can you imagine how ****ed up it would be to watch your own mother land in a heap of mass and blood in front of you while your just playing a video game? The only way we knew that she wanted to kill herself was because of the damn suicide note. Don’t worry, she’s fine now. She is one of the small few that were able to kick there addictions. The rest? Dead. People that I grew up with, people that I looked up to as a kid wound up dead because they were idiots.
I thank God every day that I never got into any of the harder things out there. I’ve drank alcohol before, I’ve even smoked weed on a few occasions, but never in my life would I ever get into anything else. I guess in a round about way, I actually thank my mother for falling into hard times. If it wasn’t for the things I saw her go through I may have fallen on the same path. But I didn’t. And I never want to be sick like that. I never want my life to end up so bad that the only reason I don’t kill myself is because suicide is a sin and I could go to Hell if I did it.
So I sit here on this balcony and I look down on the town I used to live in. I remember all the horrible things that I saw as a kid, the people I lost, the people I came close to losing, and the people who will die tomorrow. I realize that this town is just one. There is thousands of towns, cities, suburbs, valleys, ports just like shack town. Where the people continuously kill themselves slowly. I even contemplated throwing the tag titles away and joining your cause. I don’t think Ace would be too keen on that but the point is that I agree with you Jack that there is a problem with society. But I don’t represent it.
I’m one of the few that tries to steer clear of substances. I’ve even contemplated converting to the straight edge movement on numerous occasions. Survey time Jack, count for me the number of times that you have actually seen me with drugs or an alcoholic beverage on camera. Never any drugs and there is the occasional time that I’ll be seen with a beer. You know what it is? You know what connects me to all of them for you? The fact that I like to have fun. I do enjoy going to parties. I like being social. I like talking to people. Sure I’ve been known as a womanizer and that is a habit I need to quit, but I’m not responsible for all of that!”
He extends his hand out over the balcony. Pointing to the city of shattered dreams that suffered below him. He shakes his head in disgust and runs a finger through his wind tussled hair. It stays in place for only a second or two before succumbing to the force of the wind once again.
“I don’t put the needle in there arms. I don’t pour the alcohol down there throats and I don’t place the bong in there hands. As a matter of fact I don’t even tell people to do **** like that except for my last promo and that was just to piss you off. I do agree that our society is dwindling but I have to ask you…how is it my fault? And why exactly should I care? These people aren’t me. These people aren’t anybody that I care about. I stopped giving a **** about saving the druggies as soon as my mother came back to us. You know why? Because there stupid and they deserve to die.
It’s called evolution, Jack. I like to think of it as a social cleansing. If we get rid of the idiots, the people who aren’t responsible enough to take control of there lives, eventually all that’s left are the people who know what there doing. The people who deserve to keep there life, the people who were destined to survive. All the rest? Let them die.
And that right there is the MAIN difference between us Jack. You care too much, and I don’t care at all. You want to change the world and I say “**** it, just let it burn”. All that’s on my mind right now is that Iron man match at A Night To Remember. All that I care about is successfully defending my tag team titles, even if I have to do it without Ace. I don’t care what I have to do in order to do that either. Even if I have to bleed, even if all my muscles lock up and my body won’t move anymore. Just as long as I have the minimalist of life left inside of me I’m going to get back up and come back.
And I think you know that Jack. At least I hope that you do. We’ve fought each other numerous times, whether it was an nCw ring or not, I still hold the same info on you man. I still know your style, your moves, the way you hit them and what moves I should avoid. I still understand the fact that your damn good in that ring. I know that Ace and I will have our work cut out for us this Sunday. That’s why were training, practicing, watching tapes and mentally preparing for A Night To Remember. All that matters to me…is keeping the tag team titles. That’s it! And that’s what I intend on doing.
But before I go, I just want you to remember one thing. If you really want to save the world, if you really want to give your time to a hopeless cause then get in ****ing line Jack. Your not the first cock box with a bleeding heart and access to a giant bank account and I know you sure as hell won’t be the last. So you can go ahead and fight your cause with your buddies in Age of the Revolution, fight that cause with all the other umpteen million activist fighting for the same thing….but there is only ONE Smoking Aces. And your NOT taking our tag team championships.”