Post by Steve Awesome on Jun 11, 2008 22:54:00 GMT -6
The constant murmur of the crowd was buzzing throughout the gymnasium sized banquet hall. The alcohol was helping them to buzz a lot more, it’s okay though, the champagne was stocked up to the ceiling in a room somewhere in the back next to the kitchen. The kitchen was a haven for the most pleasant food you could ever think of. Dishes of every origin and dialect have been and will be prepared again in this kitchen and the smells of these delicious plates have roamed through the halls of the building and found it’s way into the noses of the guests that litter the dance floor. Good thing too, it’s almost time to eat.
The music was being played by a live band, a Bruce Springsteen cover band, played by a guy who definitely wasn’t “born in the U.S.A”. The people ,however, were too drunk to even realize it though and danced anyway. That sort of sloppy drunk dancing that people tend to do when they’ve had to much. There was something about the atmosphere that made them lose there inhibitions. Something that caused these usually responsible citizens of Lexington, Kentucky to drop all there cares for one night and get all sorts of ****ed up.
That they did underneath the sparkling chandelier that hung down from the ceiling and illuminating the drunkards below. They stood on a red carpet and right along the back wall of the room was a flight of stairs that lead somewhere. We don’t know much about it except that it’s completely blocked off by guards and rope so were assuming that it’s pretty damn important. Although, you know what they say about assuming right? It makes an ass out of you and Ming. So that leaves me with one question. Who is Ming and why should I care? **** Ming, there is a Corporate Empire party going on right now! The people have long since filled in the banquet hall and all were really waiting on is the guests of honor. The main events. The men you wish you could be when you grow up. The only four men in professional wrestling that you ever need to give a crap about. You know them, you love them (or at least I tell them you do) The Corporate Empire.
And there going to be fashionably late.
What? Did you think I was just going to give you what you came for right out of the box? Come on now, I have to give you some suspense. I have to make you want it. Make you fiend for that upper classity that these men seem to ooze from there pours. Make you dream about the moment when you see Kole Kaos and his sheer genius and business tenacity. Make you yearn for the point in time when you can see JFK, the only Karn that matters anymore, or The Ace and his own special brand of charisma. Of course, I have to make you wait the longest for “Everybodies Favorite” future world champion and the real deal of sex appeal, the Awesome One himself, Steve Awesome.
You people don’t get a privilege like that. You people don’t ever deserve to see these men on camera let alone in person. But it’s your lucky night, because you will see the men you came to see. You will be able to view there shining faces and there chiseled good looks. You will hear there soothing voices and you’ll see the most ludicrous reactions from the girls in the crowd. You thought that little girl who was a Sanjaya fan was over the top? Just wait till the chicks get a load of the CE.
We cut to somewhere around the punch bowl. Grape, if anybody was wondering about that. The table was filled with scrumptious appetizers, butter and bread, and of course the mostacholi dinner that was served earlier. A man, dressed to the nines in a three piece suit with a red tie and a golden “W” tie clip. He stood, fingering the shrimp and growing more and more frustrated by the minute. Finally he turns around and crosses his arms.
“You gotta be kidding me”
He says out loud. Quickly turning away from the table and crossing his arms.
“You just pull the tail off and swallow it. It’s actually pretty simple.”
A beautiful blonde with tan brown skin had said to the man. She was dressed in a green dress, and her hair was done up and classy. No doubt she had a nice rack and an even better ass, but it was those dazzling green eyes that took any man off guard. Including the man in the suit. As soon as he turns around to respond his jaw drops and he loses all ability to form complete sentences.
Man: “I uh…..um…..what?”
The blonde smiles. She seemed used to the spaced out first reaction from guys. She obviously gets it a lot or she is married.
Blonde: “The shrimp. You looked like you were having problems figuring it out.”
The man in the suit, still seemed a bit blank in his approach. The blonde can definitely see this. She rolls her eyes and points at the plate of shrimp sitting on the table.
Man: “OH! Shrimp….I thought you said uh……fethasi”
Crap! The dude lost focus again. If he wants to bag this chick he is going to have to play it a lot smarter than that. The blonde is totally cool about it though and she laughs.
Blonde: “What was that? Fethasi? Is that some kind of foreign language or something?”
She looks at him with those green eyes. Almost daring him to snap out of the beauty induced coma.
Man: Ha Ha Ha, no. It’s just that, well, your extremely pretty. Gorgeous even, and I tend to get really nervous around girls like you. If you looked at my pits right now I bet they’d look like an ocean.”
The man immediately regrets that previous statement.
Man: “I uh…also tend to say the wrong things at times.
Blonde: “It’s okay. I’m married. Maybe that will take away some of the added pressure.”
Man: “Well, I don’t see a ring on your finger.”
The blonde pulls her perfectly manicured hand up and gazes longingly at her ring finger.
Blonde: Okay….well I’m not married….yet. It’s sort of unofficial you know? Anyways, the point is I’m taken. So, you hate shrimp or something?”
The blonde says quickly with the intent to change the subject.
Man: No. I really have no preference on shrimp. It’s just that I’m not the biggest fan of the décor around here. Look, they actually had the audacity to super impose the nCw championship in Steve Awesome’s hands in these posters. How ridiculous is that?
The cute smile that stayed on the blondes face for most of this conversation suddenly falls away.
Blonde: “What’s so ridiculous about that?”
The man seems confused. He must of thought that everybody hated Steve Awesome.
Man: He isn’t going to become champion. Lance Ryan is going to retain. He is fighting for his grandfathers honor and I don’t think Steve or Trent can stop that.
Blonde: “See, I should have figured you were a Lance Ryan fan. Don’t tell me your going to buy into this crap as well. Lance’s grandfathers passing, although upsetting, doesn’t give him any special powers. It doesn’t make him super human or unbeatable. All it did, apparently, was cause him to go crazy. Or that could of course be the steroids.”
Man: Lance Ryan isn’t on steroids. He is just going through hard times right now.
Blonde: Well maybe Lance should man up. Maybe he should act like a champion for once instead of running and hiding whenever bad things happen to him. I can’t WAIT for Picture Perfect. I’m sick and tired of having such a weak champion. That’s why I’m here. I want to show my support for Steve. He is going to be the new face of nCw.
Man: Well you know what miss, I’m sorry you feel that way but to be perfectly honest with you, there’s no way that’s happening. Lance Ryan will not and cannot lose. He is untested in big matches like this. I think that Trent and Steve haven’t even seen the worst of Lance yet. I really don’t think they know what there getting into this Sunday. And besides, Trent Helms is injured. And Steve Awesome is a bitch.”
And with that said, the man in the suit turns and walks away. Pissed but content on his sign off line. Steve Awesome is NOT a bitch! And no I’m not saying that because he pays my salary. Okay…maybe a little bit. The blonde doesn’t look like she enjoyed that last line at all. She stares at him with her cold evil, woman stare, and walks away the other way. Shoving her way through the mass of bad dancers and Alex Write….whose also a pretty bad dancer.
Once both members of the previous conversation had pretty much disappeared into the crowds, the lights in the room completely fade out. There are a few screams from girls who think the power went out but for the most part the people remain quiet, waiting for the real reason to reveal itself. Or should I say, himself. Up on the flight of stairs that I mentioned earlier, engulfed in a bright spotlight was none other than Kole Kaos. The financial backing of the new and improved Corporate Empire, stands in that spotlight with his hands together in front of him and his head lowered. The crowd, filled with yuppies and Empire fans, begin to cheer for possibly the richest man in the world. Kole slowly raises his head and smiles.
Kole Kaos: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I appreciate that you all would take time out of your small and pitiful lives to attend this event. It reminds me of the way things were back in ancient times. Of course I wasn’t there personally, but my kind of people were thoroughly represented. As royalty. As kings and queens, lords and ladies. The greatest warriors, the richest men, and the prettiest females. And you all were represented as well. As peasants.”
He flashes those pearly whites before clearing his throat.
Kole Kaos: “You the people, would come to my ancestors castles, they’re Kingdoms and you would bow before us. Virgins would give themselves to us, soldiers were willing to die at a moments notice if it meant the King survived. There would be food and drinks and minstrels playing in the background and all the lowly peasants and slaves would watch from a far but consistently longed to be where they were. Not to be a king themselves, no mere man could just become a King, but they wanted to be a part of the celebration. To be a part of the royalty, to lead an easy life.”
Kole stares down at the people below him. He can’t see them in the dark but he knew that they were all looking up at him. People can’t turn away from greatness.
Kole Kaos: “But they can’t! They peasants knew that they would NEVER EVER become what they yearned to become and just like you people, you’ll never become as great as the Corporate Empire. You’ll never be as rich, be as pretty, be as GOOD as us. You’ll always be looking up to us. You’ll always be watching us from a far. The only real interaction you’ll ever get is when you watch us on television. When you tune into nCw Collision. And the next time you people watch Collision we WILL have a brand new nCw world champion. A man that embodies what professional wrestlers should be. A man among men and the face of nCw. Ladies and gentlemen I proudly bring to you……..”
He pauses.
Kole Kaos: The future nCw champion of the WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!
He pauses again. Damn him and his suspense.
Kole Kaos: The Blast of Class, the Innovator of Awesomeness himself, Steve AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!
The crowd actually goes nuts for his name. That’s only going to happen in a room full of Empire fans anyways. Kole holds his arm out as if he was pointing at him and steps out of the spotlight. The light fades out and a new spotlight starts to fly around the room. Lighting up a bunch of random people in the crowd. It scans the food table, they have cake, and even a few of the wall until it finally flashes directly at the chandelier. On top of it, holding onto the rope, was Steve Awesome himself. Dressed in his own style. An open jacket that shows off his abs, a pair of aviator sunglasses and that cocky smirk. The girls in the crowd start to scream uncontrollably as the chandelier begins to be lowered down to the floor. The mass of people move out of the way as the chandelier makes a complete stop about six feet from the ground. Awesome extends his arms out in a very Orton like pose and then suddenly falls backward! The crowd catches him though and they crowd surf him to the flight of stairs and they stand him up on them. Once up the stairs Kole hands him a microphone as the lights return to normal.
Steve stands at the top of the staircase, looking down at the people below him just as Kole did. They gaze upward at them just as it should be.
Steve Awesome: Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my pre-winning the world title party. It really means a lot to me that you all could drop the pointless poor people things that you do and come here and celebrate alongside me. Well…not exactly alongside me since you could never be what I am but you’re here and your celebrating my existence. Which actually now that I think about it, this really isn’t any different then any other day. You always celebrate my existence. I’m everybody’s favorite! I know girls who would turn there uterus into my own personal semen hotel. I know dudes that would dodge in front of bullets just to save my life. I know animals that somehow develop the ability to speak English and travel from the far depths of the world just to tell me how totally kick ass I am. On a daily friggen basis. So it’s no doubt that I’m one of the biggest celebrities in the entire world. And I’m just going to state right now that if any of you try to take pictures of me or even try to speak to me, those guards down there at the end of the stairs……”
Steve points at them. Two overly muscular guys in swat vests.
Steve Awesome: …Have been ordered to shoot to kill. So if talking to me is worth dieing for…..and I know that for a few of you, it totally is, then be my guest. But don’t expect me to answer back, I have a strict “I don’t talk to poor people” policy.”
He smiles down at them as if he were joking. Just pulling there leg but you just knew that he hated every single one of them. But you want the money right? So you have to smile for the masses. That sick fake smile. Then just like that, it was gone. Replaced by the serious side of the spoiled megastar that comes in from time to time. He raises up and pulls off the sunglasses he always sported, and hands them to a security guard that stood behind him.
Steve Awesome: “This week, I finally have my chance to wrestle for the championship I deserved more than three months ago! I finally have the chance to win the one thing that’s eluded me for most of my career. With that world strap firmly around my pretty waste would solidify all the things that I have been saying for years. It would finally do for me the thing that I could never do before. Prove to all of you the one thing that I’ve been saying all along.”
He turns to his left and starts to head down the stairs. For a few steps he staid quiet, he thought of the words that he could fill these people. A new way for this arrogant man to lead the sheep.
“I’ve done a lot of crazy things in this business as a whole. I won championships. World championships. Three different promotions all around the world. Sure it was a nice addition to the list of championships that I’ve won but none of those companies were anything to shake a stick at. Little worthless bingo hall bull**** that paid my bills. But I knew that I was destined for so much more. My name wasn’t supposed to be printed on a little piece of paper and taped on the inside of a gas station window! It should be up in marquees, on posters, television commercials, books, the minds of adults and children. Trivia ****ing game shows! I’m a megastar. The brightest light in the whole damn world! I refuse to sweat in front of two old ladies and a family that isn’t even paying attention! So after my contract went out I left. Made my way to XHF. The place were dreams are made of.”
He rolls his eyes.
“I turned that place upside down. Honestly, I was the only one who even ****ing wanted it! I was the one who busted my ass for the longest time. Trying to make things interesting. Trying to give the people a good show and I get no showed like a Davey Ortega match. Nobody had the guts to take on the best United States Champion they had seen in a long damn time. Then….”
Awesome shudders.
“He who shall not be named, got my scent and we turned that place the hell out for four straight months. But I never got my shot at the belt. Oh I had my matches, but I had to go out with a damn low blow each time. If they would have been smart they would have put that belt on me instead of trusting the two bird brains to do anything right.”
Steve Awesome travels down into the crowd, microphone still in hand. A few people are seen behind him and they are nodding there approval.
“But you know what, I look back and I think that maybe back then wasn’t my time. It wasn’t my moment to truly be a world champion. I had to move on to bigger and better things. New Championship Wrestling. The very fiber of what competition stands for. Trent and Lance, I’m not going to sugarcoat it, I hate you two with a passion. Lance I hate everything that you stand for. I hate the way you expect everybody to look past what a horrible person you really are. You fake a smile, or a seizure or whatever the hell it is your doing now and expect that these people have forgotten all the low down, dirty things that you’ve done. The lies, the bull****. You talk about how you had all these tough matches with Dave Holland and Brad Kane. How it took every fiber of your body to pick up the win on those guys. I don’t buy it Lance, I’ve wrestled both Reckless Jack and Dave Holland. There not that good! And it’s funny to me that you would actually back out of your retirement deal as soon as you step up to an actual threat to your little world title reign. You knew that you had a good chance of losing this match this Sunday against one of us and you didn’t want the world that you wish would love you to see you get shoved off by that titles rightful owner. Your pathetic Lance. You’re a dirty worm that is about to get squashed “Icon”. Directly underneath my designer wrestling boots. Somebody should have raised you better.”
“And Trent Helms. The man that’s been in my shadow more then paparazzi and Mr. Showtime combined. Riddle me this Trent, How does it feel to finally be stepping out on your own? How does it feel to finally make yourself look like an actual threat instead of hiding behind me whenever the **** hit the fan and splattered all over your direction? You’ve been riding my coat tails since I signed the contract and now that your finally taking matters into your own hands you look pathetic. Your broken, battered, bruised, and quick SteveKO away from another three months on the shelf. Just to let you know Trent, I’m itching to pull the trigger on that. I’m waiting for the chance to where I can finally get my perfectly manicured hands wrapped around your flapping Canadian head and squeeze the last bit of energy you have left. I look at you Trent, the way you limp around. Hobbling, finding it frustrating just to get into your own car, and I know that your not ready to handle the top. How could you, dude? You can’t even keep yourself from falling into shambles? Your just days away from me putting you out of your misery and still your determined to prove your point. That a small man can still make it in this business. Why Trent? Why put your body through all this? You could die! Nobody would care because your Canadian but still, you could be ended by just about anything that goes on in the triple threat. Are you really willing to put your life on the line just because you have some small mans complex? That inferiority complex kicking in again Trenticles? Trent, Shawn Michaels was a small man, Eddie Guererro was a small man, but you dude….your five eight, not even two hundred pounds. Your like…..a tenth grader. Your basically the tallest midget that I’ve ever seen.”
A brief pause overtakes the future champion. Something strikes him as funny as he lets a small chuckles escape his lips.
“And that’s what I’m set to face this week at Picture Perfect? A midget and a worm? How incredibly easy this will be. How incredibly Picture Perfect.”
Another pause. He quickly jumps up on top of the food table. The dishes clanged together when he landed.
“And that is what I’ve been talking about. The fact that I’ve done nothing but rocket since hitting the mainstream. I’ve done nothing but get bigger and better, more well known, more in your face, more aggressive, more pretty and generally more better with every passing day. The opponents have been dropping like flies. Whoever they’ve beaten, I’ve beaten. Whoever they can’t beat, I CAN BEAT. I know it’s impossible, but I’m starting to think that I’m unbeatable. That at this point in time in my life there is an aura around me that won’t let any bad forces in. It’s as if…..it’s as if I’m starting to turn into a God! I’m starting to realize my destiny. All this time I’ve been talking about a future. How one day I’d become the face of this company. How some time in the future I would finally become a champion again.”
He starts to stare at his hands. He starts to smile in excitement.
“That future…..it’s coming. Quicker then any of you all thought. It’s going to start this Sunday at Picture Perfect. The moment when I officially become the world champion and become a GOD!”
-You gotta be kidding me!-
The voice came from the side of the room. Everyone turned to look at who it was except for Steve himself who stared directly in front of him. Still completely enraged that some peasant interrupted him. The man wasn’t just any man. He was….”The man.” You know, the dude with the “W” tie clip. He stared at the Steve with a condescending look on his face.
The man: “Does it make you happy?”
The man said, now looking a bit more drunk then he should be. He was wobbling back and forth and spilling little bits of his champagne on the hard wood floor.
The Man: Answer my question you cocky son of a BITCH!
The man yelled through slurred words. At this point, Awesome turns his head to look at the man that had the nerve to call him out. Kole Kaos re-enters the scene.
Kole Kaos: “It’s obvious that this man is drunk Steve. I’ll have security come down here and ha-”
“No.”
The Awesome One said. He steps down from the table and slowly starts to walk towards the man with the cool neck tie pendent.
“Excuse me if I’m a little hard to get a hold of peon, I have a hard time listening to trash! Now what was it that you had the nerve to say to me?”
The Man: “Does it make you happy to treat everybody below you? To make up all these stories, all these lies to somehow set you apart from the rest of the world? Does it make you ****ing happy?”
The man shouts that last part causing him to stagger and fall to his knees.
“You know something? It does. It does make me happy knowing that the things that I say set me apart from the rest of the world. I like being unique. I enjoy being better then the rest.”
Steve reaches down and grips the neck tie around his palm and pulls on it.
“And if you EVER, disrespect me like that again, I’ll beat the respect into you. You understand me? Do YOU?”
Awesome tugs on the tie, making it choke the man. He struggles just to get a yes out and Awesome shoves him away.
“Besides, that’s no way to talk to the future champion of the world anyhow. You should learn some manors.”
“You’ll never win that championship! NEVER!”
The man says in-between haggard breaths. Awesome stops suddenly and then like a shot of lightening he turns around and lands a huge knee to the side of the drunks mans face.
“You little bastard! You had to open your mouth. You had to be a foul mouthed little douche bag! Well now look at you! Bring that camera in so you can retract that little lie you told."
A camera comes in, getting a close up as Awesome makes it so that the mans face is staring at the camera.
“Tell the world how much of a lie you just told! TELL THEM!”
The man mumbles something and Awesome lets go of the man and he falls down with a thud. Awesome backs up slowly from the unconscious man.
“I will be champion. I will become champion. It’s my destiny!”
He keeps backing away but he can’t seem to look away.
“Everybody get the hell out of here. Party’s ****ing over! NOW!”
Steve palm shoves the camera back as the scene fades to…….
Static.
The music was being played by a live band, a Bruce Springsteen cover band, played by a guy who definitely wasn’t “born in the U.S.A”. The people ,however, were too drunk to even realize it though and danced anyway. That sort of sloppy drunk dancing that people tend to do when they’ve had to much. There was something about the atmosphere that made them lose there inhibitions. Something that caused these usually responsible citizens of Lexington, Kentucky to drop all there cares for one night and get all sorts of ****ed up.
That they did underneath the sparkling chandelier that hung down from the ceiling and illuminating the drunkards below. They stood on a red carpet and right along the back wall of the room was a flight of stairs that lead somewhere. We don’t know much about it except that it’s completely blocked off by guards and rope so were assuming that it’s pretty damn important. Although, you know what they say about assuming right? It makes an ass out of you and Ming. So that leaves me with one question. Who is Ming and why should I care? **** Ming, there is a Corporate Empire party going on right now! The people have long since filled in the banquet hall and all were really waiting on is the guests of honor. The main events. The men you wish you could be when you grow up. The only four men in professional wrestling that you ever need to give a crap about. You know them, you love them (or at least I tell them you do) The Corporate Empire.
And there going to be fashionably late.
What? Did you think I was just going to give you what you came for right out of the box? Come on now, I have to give you some suspense. I have to make you want it. Make you fiend for that upper classity that these men seem to ooze from there pours. Make you dream about the moment when you see Kole Kaos and his sheer genius and business tenacity. Make you yearn for the point in time when you can see JFK, the only Karn that matters anymore, or The Ace and his own special brand of charisma. Of course, I have to make you wait the longest for “Everybodies Favorite” future world champion and the real deal of sex appeal, the Awesome One himself, Steve Awesome.
You people don’t get a privilege like that. You people don’t ever deserve to see these men on camera let alone in person. But it’s your lucky night, because you will see the men you came to see. You will be able to view there shining faces and there chiseled good looks. You will hear there soothing voices and you’ll see the most ludicrous reactions from the girls in the crowd. You thought that little girl who was a Sanjaya fan was over the top? Just wait till the chicks get a load of the CE.
We cut to somewhere around the punch bowl. Grape, if anybody was wondering about that. The table was filled with scrumptious appetizers, butter and bread, and of course the mostacholi dinner that was served earlier. A man, dressed to the nines in a three piece suit with a red tie and a golden “W” tie clip. He stood, fingering the shrimp and growing more and more frustrated by the minute. Finally he turns around and crosses his arms.
“You gotta be kidding me”
He says out loud. Quickly turning away from the table and crossing his arms.
“You just pull the tail off and swallow it. It’s actually pretty simple.”
A beautiful blonde with tan brown skin had said to the man. She was dressed in a green dress, and her hair was done up and classy. No doubt she had a nice rack and an even better ass, but it was those dazzling green eyes that took any man off guard. Including the man in the suit. As soon as he turns around to respond his jaw drops and he loses all ability to form complete sentences.
Man: “I uh…..um…..what?”
The blonde smiles. She seemed used to the spaced out first reaction from guys. She obviously gets it a lot or she is married.
Blonde: “The shrimp. You looked like you were having problems figuring it out.”
The man in the suit, still seemed a bit blank in his approach. The blonde can definitely see this. She rolls her eyes and points at the plate of shrimp sitting on the table.
Man: “OH! Shrimp….I thought you said uh……fethasi”
Crap! The dude lost focus again. If he wants to bag this chick he is going to have to play it a lot smarter than that. The blonde is totally cool about it though and she laughs.
Blonde: “What was that? Fethasi? Is that some kind of foreign language or something?”
She looks at him with those green eyes. Almost daring him to snap out of the beauty induced coma.
Man: Ha Ha Ha, no. It’s just that, well, your extremely pretty. Gorgeous even, and I tend to get really nervous around girls like you. If you looked at my pits right now I bet they’d look like an ocean.”
The man immediately regrets that previous statement.
Man: “I uh…also tend to say the wrong things at times.
Blonde: “It’s okay. I’m married. Maybe that will take away some of the added pressure.”
Man: “Well, I don’t see a ring on your finger.”
The blonde pulls her perfectly manicured hand up and gazes longingly at her ring finger.
Blonde: Okay….well I’m not married….yet. It’s sort of unofficial you know? Anyways, the point is I’m taken. So, you hate shrimp or something?”
The blonde says quickly with the intent to change the subject.
Man: No. I really have no preference on shrimp. It’s just that I’m not the biggest fan of the décor around here. Look, they actually had the audacity to super impose the nCw championship in Steve Awesome’s hands in these posters. How ridiculous is that?
The cute smile that stayed on the blondes face for most of this conversation suddenly falls away.
Blonde: “What’s so ridiculous about that?”
The man seems confused. He must of thought that everybody hated Steve Awesome.
Man: He isn’t going to become champion. Lance Ryan is going to retain. He is fighting for his grandfathers honor and I don’t think Steve or Trent can stop that.
Blonde: “See, I should have figured you were a Lance Ryan fan. Don’t tell me your going to buy into this crap as well. Lance’s grandfathers passing, although upsetting, doesn’t give him any special powers. It doesn’t make him super human or unbeatable. All it did, apparently, was cause him to go crazy. Or that could of course be the steroids.”
Man: Lance Ryan isn’t on steroids. He is just going through hard times right now.
Blonde: Well maybe Lance should man up. Maybe he should act like a champion for once instead of running and hiding whenever bad things happen to him. I can’t WAIT for Picture Perfect. I’m sick and tired of having such a weak champion. That’s why I’m here. I want to show my support for Steve. He is going to be the new face of nCw.
Man: Well you know what miss, I’m sorry you feel that way but to be perfectly honest with you, there’s no way that’s happening. Lance Ryan will not and cannot lose. He is untested in big matches like this. I think that Trent and Steve haven’t even seen the worst of Lance yet. I really don’t think they know what there getting into this Sunday. And besides, Trent Helms is injured. And Steve Awesome is a bitch.”
And with that said, the man in the suit turns and walks away. Pissed but content on his sign off line. Steve Awesome is NOT a bitch! And no I’m not saying that because he pays my salary. Okay…maybe a little bit. The blonde doesn’t look like she enjoyed that last line at all. She stares at him with her cold evil, woman stare, and walks away the other way. Shoving her way through the mass of bad dancers and Alex Write….whose also a pretty bad dancer.
Once both members of the previous conversation had pretty much disappeared into the crowds, the lights in the room completely fade out. There are a few screams from girls who think the power went out but for the most part the people remain quiet, waiting for the real reason to reveal itself. Or should I say, himself. Up on the flight of stairs that I mentioned earlier, engulfed in a bright spotlight was none other than Kole Kaos. The financial backing of the new and improved Corporate Empire, stands in that spotlight with his hands together in front of him and his head lowered. The crowd, filled with yuppies and Empire fans, begin to cheer for possibly the richest man in the world. Kole slowly raises his head and smiles.
Kole Kaos: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I appreciate that you all would take time out of your small and pitiful lives to attend this event. It reminds me of the way things were back in ancient times. Of course I wasn’t there personally, but my kind of people were thoroughly represented. As royalty. As kings and queens, lords and ladies. The greatest warriors, the richest men, and the prettiest females. And you all were represented as well. As peasants.”
He flashes those pearly whites before clearing his throat.
Kole Kaos: “You the people, would come to my ancestors castles, they’re Kingdoms and you would bow before us. Virgins would give themselves to us, soldiers were willing to die at a moments notice if it meant the King survived. There would be food and drinks and minstrels playing in the background and all the lowly peasants and slaves would watch from a far but consistently longed to be where they were. Not to be a king themselves, no mere man could just become a King, but they wanted to be a part of the celebration. To be a part of the royalty, to lead an easy life.”
Kole stares down at the people below him. He can’t see them in the dark but he knew that they were all looking up at him. People can’t turn away from greatness.
Kole Kaos: “But they can’t! They peasants knew that they would NEVER EVER become what they yearned to become and just like you people, you’ll never become as great as the Corporate Empire. You’ll never be as rich, be as pretty, be as GOOD as us. You’ll always be looking up to us. You’ll always be watching us from a far. The only real interaction you’ll ever get is when you watch us on television. When you tune into nCw Collision. And the next time you people watch Collision we WILL have a brand new nCw world champion. A man that embodies what professional wrestlers should be. A man among men and the face of nCw. Ladies and gentlemen I proudly bring to you……..”
He pauses.
Kole Kaos: The future nCw champion of the WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!
He pauses again. Damn him and his suspense.
Kole Kaos: The Blast of Class, the Innovator of Awesomeness himself, Steve AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!
The crowd actually goes nuts for his name. That’s only going to happen in a room full of Empire fans anyways. Kole holds his arm out as if he was pointing at him and steps out of the spotlight. The light fades out and a new spotlight starts to fly around the room. Lighting up a bunch of random people in the crowd. It scans the food table, they have cake, and even a few of the wall until it finally flashes directly at the chandelier. On top of it, holding onto the rope, was Steve Awesome himself. Dressed in his own style. An open jacket that shows off his abs, a pair of aviator sunglasses and that cocky smirk. The girls in the crowd start to scream uncontrollably as the chandelier begins to be lowered down to the floor. The mass of people move out of the way as the chandelier makes a complete stop about six feet from the ground. Awesome extends his arms out in a very Orton like pose and then suddenly falls backward! The crowd catches him though and they crowd surf him to the flight of stairs and they stand him up on them. Once up the stairs Kole hands him a microphone as the lights return to normal.
Steve stands at the top of the staircase, looking down at the people below him just as Kole did. They gaze upward at them just as it should be.
Steve Awesome: Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my pre-winning the world title party. It really means a lot to me that you all could drop the pointless poor people things that you do and come here and celebrate alongside me. Well…not exactly alongside me since you could never be what I am but you’re here and your celebrating my existence. Which actually now that I think about it, this really isn’t any different then any other day. You always celebrate my existence. I’m everybody’s favorite! I know girls who would turn there uterus into my own personal semen hotel. I know dudes that would dodge in front of bullets just to save my life. I know animals that somehow develop the ability to speak English and travel from the far depths of the world just to tell me how totally kick ass I am. On a daily friggen basis. So it’s no doubt that I’m one of the biggest celebrities in the entire world. And I’m just going to state right now that if any of you try to take pictures of me or even try to speak to me, those guards down there at the end of the stairs……”
Steve points at them. Two overly muscular guys in swat vests.
Steve Awesome: …Have been ordered to shoot to kill. So if talking to me is worth dieing for…..and I know that for a few of you, it totally is, then be my guest. But don’t expect me to answer back, I have a strict “I don’t talk to poor people” policy.”
He smiles down at them as if he were joking. Just pulling there leg but you just knew that he hated every single one of them. But you want the money right? So you have to smile for the masses. That sick fake smile. Then just like that, it was gone. Replaced by the serious side of the spoiled megastar that comes in from time to time. He raises up and pulls off the sunglasses he always sported, and hands them to a security guard that stood behind him.
Steve Awesome: “This week, I finally have my chance to wrestle for the championship I deserved more than three months ago! I finally have the chance to win the one thing that’s eluded me for most of my career. With that world strap firmly around my pretty waste would solidify all the things that I have been saying for years. It would finally do for me the thing that I could never do before. Prove to all of you the one thing that I’ve been saying all along.”
He turns to his left and starts to head down the stairs. For a few steps he staid quiet, he thought of the words that he could fill these people. A new way for this arrogant man to lead the sheep.
“I’ve done a lot of crazy things in this business as a whole. I won championships. World championships. Three different promotions all around the world. Sure it was a nice addition to the list of championships that I’ve won but none of those companies were anything to shake a stick at. Little worthless bingo hall bull**** that paid my bills. But I knew that I was destined for so much more. My name wasn’t supposed to be printed on a little piece of paper and taped on the inside of a gas station window! It should be up in marquees, on posters, television commercials, books, the minds of adults and children. Trivia ****ing game shows! I’m a megastar. The brightest light in the whole damn world! I refuse to sweat in front of two old ladies and a family that isn’t even paying attention! So after my contract went out I left. Made my way to XHF. The place were dreams are made of.”
He rolls his eyes.
“I turned that place upside down. Honestly, I was the only one who even ****ing wanted it! I was the one who busted my ass for the longest time. Trying to make things interesting. Trying to give the people a good show and I get no showed like a Davey Ortega match. Nobody had the guts to take on the best United States Champion they had seen in a long damn time. Then….”
Awesome shudders.
“He who shall not be named, got my scent and we turned that place the hell out for four straight months. But I never got my shot at the belt. Oh I had my matches, but I had to go out with a damn low blow each time. If they would have been smart they would have put that belt on me instead of trusting the two bird brains to do anything right.”
Steve Awesome travels down into the crowd, microphone still in hand. A few people are seen behind him and they are nodding there approval.
“But you know what, I look back and I think that maybe back then wasn’t my time. It wasn’t my moment to truly be a world champion. I had to move on to bigger and better things. New Championship Wrestling. The very fiber of what competition stands for. Trent and Lance, I’m not going to sugarcoat it, I hate you two with a passion. Lance I hate everything that you stand for. I hate the way you expect everybody to look past what a horrible person you really are. You fake a smile, or a seizure or whatever the hell it is your doing now and expect that these people have forgotten all the low down, dirty things that you’ve done. The lies, the bull****. You talk about how you had all these tough matches with Dave Holland and Brad Kane. How it took every fiber of your body to pick up the win on those guys. I don’t buy it Lance, I’ve wrestled both Reckless Jack and Dave Holland. There not that good! And it’s funny to me that you would actually back out of your retirement deal as soon as you step up to an actual threat to your little world title reign. You knew that you had a good chance of losing this match this Sunday against one of us and you didn’t want the world that you wish would love you to see you get shoved off by that titles rightful owner. Your pathetic Lance. You’re a dirty worm that is about to get squashed “Icon”. Directly underneath my designer wrestling boots. Somebody should have raised you better.”
“And Trent Helms. The man that’s been in my shadow more then paparazzi and Mr. Showtime combined. Riddle me this Trent, How does it feel to finally be stepping out on your own? How does it feel to finally make yourself look like an actual threat instead of hiding behind me whenever the **** hit the fan and splattered all over your direction? You’ve been riding my coat tails since I signed the contract and now that your finally taking matters into your own hands you look pathetic. Your broken, battered, bruised, and quick SteveKO away from another three months on the shelf. Just to let you know Trent, I’m itching to pull the trigger on that. I’m waiting for the chance to where I can finally get my perfectly manicured hands wrapped around your flapping Canadian head and squeeze the last bit of energy you have left. I look at you Trent, the way you limp around. Hobbling, finding it frustrating just to get into your own car, and I know that your not ready to handle the top. How could you, dude? You can’t even keep yourself from falling into shambles? Your just days away from me putting you out of your misery and still your determined to prove your point. That a small man can still make it in this business. Why Trent? Why put your body through all this? You could die! Nobody would care because your Canadian but still, you could be ended by just about anything that goes on in the triple threat. Are you really willing to put your life on the line just because you have some small mans complex? That inferiority complex kicking in again Trenticles? Trent, Shawn Michaels was a small man, Eddie Guererro was a small man, but you dude….your five eight, not even two hundred pounds. Your like…..a tenth grader. Your basically the tallest midget that I’ve ever seen.”
A brief pause overtakes the future champion. Something strikes him as funny as he lets a small chuckles escape his lips.
“And that’s what I’m set to face this week at Picture Perfect? A midget and a worm? How incredibly easy this will be. How incredibly Picture Perfect.”
Another pause. He quickly jumps up on top of the food table. The dishes clanged together when he landed.
“And that is what I’ve been talking about. The fact that I’ve done nothing but rocket since hitting the mainstream. I’ve done nothing but get bigger and better, more well known, more in your face, more aggressive, more pretty and generally more better with every passing day. The opponents have been dropping like flies. Whoever they’ve beaten, I’ve beaten. Whoever they can’t beat, I CAN BEAT. I know it’s impossible, but I’m starting to think that I’m unbeatable. That at this point in time in my life there is an aura around me that won’t let any bad forces in. It’s as if…..it’s as if I’m starting to turn into a God! I’m starting to realize my destiny. All this time I’ve been talking about a future. How one day I’d become the face of this company. How some time in the future I would finally become a champion again.”
He starts to stare at his hands. He starts to smile in excitement.
“That future…..it’s coming. Quicker then any of you all thought. It’s going to start this Sunday at Picture Perfect. The moment when I officially become the world champion and become a GOD!”
-You gotta be kidding me!-
The voice came from the side of the room. Everyone turned to look at who it was except for Steve himself who stared directly in front of him. Still completely enraged that some peasant interrupted him. The man wasn’t just any man. He was….”The man.” You know, the dude with the “W” tie clip. He stared at the Steve with a condescending look on his face.
The man: “Does it make you happy?”
The man said, now looking a bit more drunk then he should be. He was wobbling back and forth and spilling little bits of his champagne on the hard wood floor.
The Man: Answer my question you cocky son of a BITCH!
The man yelled through slurred words. At this point, Awesome turns his head to look at the man that had the nerve to call him out. Kole Kaos re-enters the scene.
Kole Kaos: “It’s obvious that this man is drunk Steve. I’ll have security come down here and ha-”
“No.”
The Awesome One said. He steps down from the table and slowly starts to walk towards the man with the cool neck tie pendent.
“Excuse me if I’m a little hard to get a hold of peon, I have a hard time listening to trash! Now what was it that you had the nerve to say to me?”
The Man: “Does it make you happy to treat everybody below you? To make up all these stories, all these lies to somehow set you apart from the rest of the world? Does it make you ****ing happy?”
The man shouts that last part causing him to stagger and fall to his knees.
“You know something? It does. It does make me happy knowing that the things that I say set me apart from the rest of the world. I like being unique. I enjoy being better then the rest.”
Steve reaches down and grips the neck tie around his palm and pulls on it.
“And if you EVER, disrespect me like that again, I’ll beat the respect into you. You understand me? Do YOU?”
Awesome tugs on the tie, making it choke the man. He struggles just to get a yes out and Awesome shoves him away.
“Besides, that’s no way to talk to the future champion of the world anyhow. You should learn some manors.”
“You’ll never win that championship! NEVER!”
The man says in-between haggard breaths. Awesome stops suddenly and then like a shot of lightening he turns around and lands a huge knee to the side of the drunks mans face.
“You little bastard! You had to open your mouth. You had to be a foul mouthed little douche bag! Well now look at you! Bring that camera in so you can retract that little lie you told."
A camera comes in, getting a close up as Awesome makes it so that the mans face is staring at the camera.
“Tell the world how much of a lie you just told! TELL THEM!”
The man mumbles something and Awesome lets go of the man and he falls down with a thud. Awesome backs up slowly from the unconscious man.
“I will be champion. I will become champion. It’s my destiny!”
He keeps backing away but he can’t seem to look away.
“Everybody get the hell out of here. Party’s ****ing over! NOW!”
Steve palm shoves the camera back as the scene fades to…….
Static.