Post by Steve Awesome on Jul 15, 2008 4:03:53 GMT -6
Scene up on an outside shot of a quick stop health clinic located off of route 234 in Washington D.C. The place was a part of a little strip mall that contained a store for some of those motorized scooters that the disabled ride on, a sports accessory shop the sold anything you needed to play the sports you like, so you can sort of get the picture as to the type of people that frequent this little clinic. It didn’t seem like a very high end med stop but you could tell that it made some good money, what with the sign in the window telling the patients to ask about the “Dave Batista Special”.
Inside were greeted with the sounds of an old fashioned printer doing it’s job. The gears turn and the motor moans but still the paper is fed out slowly but surely. A lady, “Connie” according to her nametag, patiently waits for the device to stop printing. She takes a few pulls from her Mountain Dew and taps her red fingernails along the counter a quick rhythm to pass the time. She was pretty but she never really was the type to go out looking for boys. She was always the career oriented one in her family, so vanity always took a back seat to responsibility. Everybody told Connie that she was good looking though. She had that girl next door appeal and a pair of real pretty eyes. Blue with little hints of a yellow-ish gold inside the pupils. Very photogenic.
That’s why your concerned when those eyes develop a sign of distress in them. Her eyebrows cross and she begins looking frantically and hovering finger over the control panel of the machine as she tries to find the right button to fix the sudden problem that came up with the printer.
“Crap.”
She mutters to herself. The paper that was printing just jammed and the machine is beeping in that annoying pitch as if it were demanding anybody’s attention rather than simply announcing that there was a problem. Connie pulls the jammed sheet of paper from the mouth of the printer and proceeds to push a collection of random buttons until the machine finally quits making noise. She takes a sigh of relief, happy that the printer finally shut up, and then crumples the failed attempt at a patients bill and tosses into the garbage that was next to her. She takes another pull from her Mountain Dew and that’s when she hears the bell the signifies that there is another customer. She turns around to the front window and nearly heaves her five dollar foot long.
“I need some help.”
Said an older looking gentlemen in a John Deere trucker hat a pair of overalls and an already bled through paper towel that he had firmly pressed to his ear. Connie takes a moment to fully assess the situation and she slowly nods her head.
“I’d say that you do sir, what happened to you?”
The old man opened up his mouth to speak. He had about as much teeth as a jack-o-lantern and the words that came out seemed to prove that he had the same I.Q. as one as well.
“Well, I was teachin my two year old son about gun safety in my backyard. One thing led to the other and I wound up with my right ear blown clear off. It’s okay, I found it in a rose bush somewhere next door. I have it here with me in a bag full of ice.”
The old man reaches into his overall pocket and pulls out a zip lock baggie complete with an ice tray worth of cubes and one ear, complete with some white hairs sticking out of it. Connie is startled from the sight and lets out a pretty loud gasp. The old man winces in pain and pulls the bag away.
“Don’t be so loud women! My ear is right in front of you.”
Connie nods her head slowly and grabs a clip board with a sign in form on it and a pen attached by a string.
“Fill this out…”
Connie starts to say, but the old man winces again and she remembers to talk more quietly.
“Fill this out and turn it in. Somebody will be with you shortly.”
The old man takes the clipboard and takes a seat somewhere in the waiting room. There were a bunch of pictures of the Doctors that work in this practice. Along the back wall was a magazine rack filled with a few old Rolling Stones and a tattered and ripped copy of a Readers Digest about Cancer. Next to that was a bunch of pamphlets about appendixes and a really graphic one about gall bladders. And next to that, a little more closer to the ground was little Solitaire Conway, and she was playing with a few baby blocks and a green care bear. She seemed to be having a blast just stacking the blocks on top of each other and then knocking down the tower with one fatal swing from her Care Bare stuffed animal. She giggles just as hard for every impact made and Ace comes into the scene and hands her a handful of animal crackers for her to gnaw into a soggy mess and most likely leave behind the rack of pamphlets. He wipes her mouth with a baby wipe and then heads back to his seat where Layla, Kathy and Steve Awesome were sitting.
The phone rings in the nurses station and Connie quickly picks it up.
“D.C Health Stop, Connie speaking.”
She pauses for a few moments.
“She got her braces caught on what?”
She places her hand over her mouth.
“Oh my. Yes, you two should definitely come in right away!”
Connie listens to the other end again.
“I hadn’t thought about that. How would you drive here? For that matter, how would you even walk?”
Connie continues on the phone call and we cut back to the members of the Corporate Empire that were sitting there. Steve Awesome, dressed in a “White Zombie” T-shirt a pair of silver gym shorts, has a big smile on his face.
“God, people in D.C are awfully stupid.”
He says as some of the other people look up and give the Blast of Class an evil stare. Layla mouths to them that Steve was only joking, but he continues to dig himself deeper in the hole.
“I swear, I feel like I’m rapidly losing intelligence the more I stay in this s**t shack. Good thing we will be in our hotel after this because I don’t think I can take anymore of these retards. I don’t even know why I’m here, I already told you it was just a tweak. I’m fine, I promise.”
Steve starts to move his left shoulder, the one that was injured in a cage match years ago for those who hadn’t been aware, every which way to show that it doesn’t bother him. Layla just shakes her head and pulls his arm back down to his side.
“I don’t care if you think it’s fine Steve. The trainer said that you should get it checked out by a doctor regardless. I don’t want you to have to take time off because you didn’t get it looked at and it ends up becoming a problem like it did before.”
Steve rolls his eyes.
“But that was before, babe. This shoulder is in perfect condition. See? No problems.”
He says as he wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. He kisses her on the cheek and then she turns into it and the two share an actual kiss in the middle of the waiting room. Once they stop, they look into each others eyes for a few moments. You could tell that they loved each other a lot, even with Steve’s habit of attracting lose women. Layla was definitely not a fan of the attention her man often got but she felt that all she could really do was trust him. Probably not the best of ideas.
Next to them, Ace was festering in his chair. His mind was currently on the tag team match from Collision last week.
“Stupid time limit draws.”
He said to Kathy.
“I’ll bet that if Steve hadn’t kicked me instead of Adam, we would have walked out as winners. Instead, now I’m stuck with a blemish on my record.”
“Excuse me?”
These words came rushing from Awesome’s mouth, as his head snapped away from his gaze and directly at The Ace who was sitting on the other side.
“I’m just saying Steve, that if you hadn’t of inadvertently gave me that jawbreaker on Sunday, we would probably beaten A Knitemare on Helm’s Street. That’s all.”
An entirely legit possibility by The Ace in my opinion, but Steve doesn’t seem to take it that way. Instead he seems to darken up a bit, as if he were currently growing fangs.
“Are you saying it was my fault?”
Ace looks at Kathy and then at Layla seemingly looking to see there reaction to Steve’s reaction. They both shrug at him and Ace shakes his head.
“No man, it’s not your fault at all it’s just that…..”
Ace tries to explain himself but it doesn’t seem like Steve was even listening. He shakes his head, completely blowing off Ace’s attempt at a response.
“Because…..It’s sort of sounding like your blaming me for what happened on Collision. And Ace, I really wouldn’t do that dude.”
“No, no. That’s not what I’m saying at all, if you would just listen to me…..”
But Steve interrupts again.
“MAYBE, Jake, maybe you should start watching where I’m kicking. Maybe if you paid more attention you would have seen it coming and had enough common sense to avoid it all together. Maybe, if you didn’t get nailed by that super kick we would have won the match. Or maybe, I wanted to hit you.”
This last bit sends Ace into shock. He couldn’t even begin to imagine hearing those words from his best friend. The man with whom he’s traveled the world with. The man he won the nCw tag team championships with, the God Father of his pride and joy.
“What are you saying?”
Ace asks, doing his best to hold onto his composure in that chair next to Steve.
“Maybe I wanted to lose. Maybe I’m sick and tired of carrying this team. Maybe when I kicked you in the teeth I enjoyed it because you always irk me with your jealousy. Maybe the next time we find ourselves in a predictament like Collision I’ll do more then just….”
He puts up his hands and does the finger quotes.
“….inadvertently…”
He pulls them down.
“…kick you in the face. If you don’t start holding up your side of this team. Your slacking Jake and I refuse to carry your piddly ass to anymore victories.”
Ace seems heartbroken as he slumps in his chair.
“I uh…I didn’t know you felt that way Steve. I’ll try and do better next time.”
The room falls into an awkward silence. That is until Awesome bursts into laughter. Layla crosses her arms.
“What in the world is so funny?”
Connie steps out of a door and calls Steve’s name off of her clipboard telling him that it was his turn to get his check up. He continues to laugh as he stands up out of his chair.
“I was just kidding dude, lighten up. Don’t worry about it bro, we will get them next time. Your like my brother from another mother, Jake, I’d never purposely kick you in the face. How could I ever look little Solitaire in the face again if she found out I hurt her daddy.”
Ace forces a smile to show Steve that there wasn’t any hard feelings but it’s obvious that he was still a bit shaken from the verbal assault.
“Anyways, I’m next. It’s time to go get my clean bill of health and then it’s off to the hotel. I’ll see you guys when I get out. You should have seen your face, dude. Priceless.”
He says and then walks towards Connie. She starts leading the way toward the doctors room and Awesome makes a facial expression that silently compliments the behind of nurse Connie before getting in pursuit and walks out of sight. Once Steve was gone, Ace turns and looks at Layla.
“You mind telling me what that was all about?”
Layla just shrugs and shakes her head.
“Your guess is as good as mine. I mean he said he was just joking. Maybe it was just a really bad one.”
Ace leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling tile.
“Yeah, your probably right. Didn’t sound much like a joke though…..”
We cut to the back room and Steve is seen sitting on the Doctors table.
“It’s all coming back to me now as I sit here and wait on the verdict from the doctor. It was probably around two thousand two or maybe it was three and I was wrestling in a fatal four way steel cage match for a summer pay per view in a company called The Central Wrestling Alliance. It was a small company based over seas in the London area and it was really starting to take off over there around this time. I started seeing flyers all over the place promoting the event with my picture on them. It was crazy to me to see that because up until then I had never been in the main event of anything. To see my beautiful face on that sheet of paper made me feel like I had finally made it in this business. It made me feel like all my hard work wrestling in the high school gymnasiums and in pavilions at the fair grounds had finally paid off. I was working the main event of a CWA pay per view against four of there biggest guys at the time and the best part of it all was that it was for the world championship.”
“Needless to say, I was ecstatic. I think I had one of the fastest rises that CWA had ever seen. I came in the December before that and here it was June and I’m already challenging for the world title. I couldn’t have asked for a better push then that. Of course, it wasn’t all genius booking on the company’s behalf, my loads of untapped talent helped a lot too. I was the golden boy. I couldn’t have a bad match. Everybody wanted to work with me, the fans loved every minute of it too, so it was only a matter of time before I got put into contention for the world title. Half way through the month of June the owner of the company announced who and what would decide the championship of the world. David Shand, Rob Arnold, Mark Lewis, and me, Steve Awesome, in a fatal four way cage match for the world heavyweight championship of the world. The crowd instantly went nuts and my stomach instantly did three back flips.”
“Of course, back then I wasn’t fully aware of my natural gifts. I was still, I guess you’d call it a little green, and figured that he made a mistake in the announcement. Me in a world title match, I thought to myself, it sounded too good to be true and for awhile I had trouble believing it was true. I kept having to pinch myself or throw water on my face to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Then the promotional poster came out, and the TV Commercials started running and they both featured me. This new kid on the professional wrestling circuit who up until now had never been even mentioned in the same sentence with world championship. It was so surreal to me but a part of me knew that I had finally made it. I was finally a star.”
“The weeks leading up to the match were tough though. I had butterflies in my stomach for so long I thought I developed stomach ulcers or something. I was just so nervous you know? I guess I felt the pressure a little bit. Everybody would come up to me and they’d pat me on the shoulder and they’d look me in the eyes and they’d tell me to “give em hell kid” and that “They knew I could do it” or that “everybody was counting on me” and that didn’t help any. I was so worried about letting everybody down, but I knew that I couldn’t allow that to happen. So I pushed the fear of the cage match into the back of my head and I pressed on until the day of the pay per view.”
“You know, I don’t even remember what the event was called, but I’ll never forget the night. The pay per view was going on without any problems. The fans were eating it up and there wasn’t a lot of fighting spirit but I’m sure that even Brad Kane would give most of the matches a three star or more. Then came the moment everyone was waiting for. The main event. My music hit and I walked down to the ring as the whole place went nuts, like they should be doing now, and I climbed into the ring and I looked at all three men that were currently looking at me. They were huge and I knew that they were already writing me off as anything but a threat. The cage started getting lowered to the ring apron and once it was in place the bell was rung and the match was underway.”
“And I got my ass handed to me! I was taking abuse from all three men. I got all kinds of suplexed and they dropped me on my head, wrapped me up in more submissions that I care to remember, and slammed me into the steel more than any other guy in the match. I was the first to bleed but I was always the first one up. It was something about that night that wouldn’t let me stay down, even when my body wanted me too. They’d knock me down, I’d get right back up. They’d knock me down harder, and somehow I’d make it back to my feet. It happened like this all the way to the end of the match. Currently, Shand and Arnold are fighting off to the side of the cage. They were more interested in hurting each other at this point in time which left me against the champ, Mark Lewis. He leveled me with huge right hook that sent me stumbling to the mat and then he started to climb the side of the cage. He was up a little past the ropes when I got back up and I hurried up and put a forearm into his spine as hard as I possibly could. It stopped him long enough so that I could start climbing the cage as well. But he kicked me in the head and I let go and he started scrambling up the side of the cage. Knowing this I shook off effects of the kick and I gave chase after him up the side of the cage. Mark was swinging his leg over the side of the cage as I’m starting my climb. I’m reaching up to try and grab him or hit him or something, anything that I could think of to stop him but nothing worked. As I got to the top of the cage, Mark had already pulled his other leg over the top of the cage and began climbing down. So I did the only thing I could think of in a moment like this.”
“I pulled myself on to the ledge of the cage, and I did a swan dive from the top of the cage to the concrete below completely f**king up my shoulder but ultimately winning the CWA world championship in the process. My shoulder was on fire, like little midgets were burning it with Tiki Torches or something, but I didn’t care because I was a champion. I was on top of the world.”
“I just thought I’d share that little story with my opponents this week at Last Stand. Brad Kane and Jack Manson. Two men that I share personal history with. One man, Brad Kane, I’ve had a little rivalry that has lasted through two different companies and almost a year now. The guy just refuses to admit it, but I take him to his limit every time we step foot in the ring. I know he’s thinking about it, he’ll never forget the time I dropped him on his neck into a pile of steel chairs at A Night To Remember. Hell, I won’t forget it either because it was so kick ass. And if I could just get Layla to agree to it, I know I could prove that I can bang my woman better than he can.”
“Dude thinks that anal sex equals love. Brad, do you know how many girl butts I’ve had the pleasure to take a look around in? A whole bunch. And throughout it all dude, I’ve managed to learn one thing. That thing is that “ass to mouth” isn’t love, it’s just a funny story to tell your friends after the bitch leaves. But all jokes aside, Brad, I have to admit that your one of the few people that I happen to dislike that has actually earned some respect from me. Whether it means anything to you, since your happy being a slacker with your perfect family then a wrestler, remains to be seen, but at least you don’t have to search for too long.”
“Then there is the other man in this triple threat match. The man I don’t respect. Jack Manson. Oh buddy old pal, we went through one hell of a match didn’t we? That brutal first blood match back at Cross Roads. We fought all over the place in that one. The ring, the crowds, the ramp, backstage, and right on top of that stage. And in the end, I wind up making you a star, Jack. You slam me through a table and I start coughing up blood and the bell rings. The match is over and you win. You know that never sat well with me Jack. I can’t but to think that had that not of been the stip, you might not have been the one to walk out of Cross Roads the winner. Then people would have seen what you really are and I would have gotten all the praise and the compliments that I’m getting now, back then. But because of a stip, because of a lousy stip, you got the win. I wasn’t done kicking your ass, Manson. I wasn’t done.”
“But it’s good, because now I have the opportunity to take out some pent up aggression that I’ve been harboring ever since you disappeared in a whiny huff because you lost the title match. You told me on Sunday that you’d just make me bleed again. You know what? If you think you can Jack, then be my guest. But remember Jack, my blood isn’t going to save you this time. No…..this time….your mine!”
“Brad, Jack, this match at Last Stand may just end up being the best match of your lives. I have no doubt that we are going to blow the roof off the place. And just like in that cage match those five years ago, I’m going to do whatever it is that I can to ensure that Steve Awesome is the one that walks out of Last Stand, still standing. But somehow, in the back of my mind, I think you two already knew that.”
Fade to static.
Inside were greeted with the sounds of an old fashioned printer doing it’s job. The gears turn and the motor moans but still the paper is fed out slowly but surely. A lady, “Connie” according to her nametag, patiently waits for the device to stop printing. She takes a few pulls from her Mountain Dew and taps her red fingernails along the counter a quick rhythm to pass the time. She was pretty but she never really was the type to go out looking for boys. She was always the career oriented one in her family, so vanity always took a back seat to responsibility. Everybody told Connie that she was good looking though. She had that girl next door appeal and a pair of real pretty eyes. Blue with little hints of a yellow-ish gold inside the pupils. Very photogenic.
That’s why your concerned when those eyes develop a sign of distress in them. Her eyebrows cross and she begins looking frantically and hovering finger over the control panel of the machine as she tries to find the right button to fix the sudden problem that came up with the printer.
“Crap.”
She mutters to herself. The paper that was printing just jammed and the machine is beeping in that annoying pitch as if it were demanding anybody’s attention rather than simply announcing that there was a problem. Connie pulls the jammed sheet of paper from the mouth of the printer and proceeds to push a collection of random buttons until the machine finally quits making noise. She takes a sigh of relief, happy that the printer finally shut up, and then crumples the failed attempt at a patients bill and tosses into the garbage that was next to her. She takes another pull from her Mountain Dew and that’s when she hears the bell the signifies that there is another customer. She turns around to the front window and nearly heaves her five dollar foot long.
“I need some help.”
Said an older looking gentlemen in a John Deere trucker hat a pair of overalls and an already bled through paper towel that he had firmly pressed to his ear. Connie takes a moment to fully assess the situation and she slowly nods her head.
“I’d say that you do sir, what happened to you?”
The old man opened up his mouth to speak. He had about as much teeth as a jack-o-lantern and the words that came out seemed to prove that he had the same I.Q. as one as well.
“Well, I was teachin my two year old son about gun safety in my backyard. One thing led to the other and I wound up with my right ear blown clear off. It’s okay, I found it in a rose bush somewhere next door. I have it here with me in a bag full of ice.”
The old man reaches into his overall pocket and pulls out a zip lock baggie complete with an ice tray worth of cubes and one ear, complete with some white hairs sticking out of it. Connie is startled from the sight and lets out a pretty loud gasp. The old man winces in pain and pulls the bag away.
“Don’t be so loud women! My ear is right in front of you.”
Connie nods her head slowly and grabs a clip board with a sign in form on it and a pen attached by a string.
“Fill this out…”
Connie starts to say, but the old man winces again and she remembers to talk more quietly.
“Fill this out and turn it in. Somebody will be with you shortly.”
The old man takes the clipboard and takes a seat somewhere in the waiting room. There were a bunch of pictures of the Doctors that work in this practice. Along the back wall was a magazine rack filled with a few old Rolling Stones and a tattered and ripped copy of a Readers Digest about Cancer. Next to that was a bunch of pamphlets about appendixes and a really graphic one about gall bladders. And next to that, a little more closer to the ground was little Solitaire Conway, and she was playing with a few baby blocks and a green care bear. She seemed to be having a blast just stacking the blocks on top of each other and then knocking down the tower with one fatal swing from her Care Bare stuffed animal. She giggles just as hard for every impact made and Ace comes into the scene and hands her a handful of animal crackers for her to gnaw into a soggy mess and most likely leave behind the rack of pamphlets. He wipes her mouth with a baby wipe and then heads back to his seat where Layla, Kathy and Steve Awesome were sitting.
The phone rings in the nurses station and Connie quickly picks it up.
“D.C Health Stop, Connie speaking.”
She pauses for a few moments.
“She got her braces caught on what?”
She places her hand over her mouth.
“Oh my. Yes, you two should definitely come in right away!”
Connie listens to the other end again.
“I hadn’t thought about that. How would you drive here? For that matter, how would you even walk?”
Connie continues on the phone call and we cut back to the members of the Corporate Empire that were sitting there. Steve Awesome, dressed in a “White Zombie” T-shirt a pair of silver gym shorts, has a big smile on his face.
“God, people in D.C are awfully stupid.”
He says as some of the other people look up and give the Blast of Class an evil stare. Layla mouths to them that Steve was only joking, but he continues to dig himself deeper in the hole.
“I swear, I feel like I’m rapidly losing intelligence the more I stay in this s**t shack. Good thing we will be in our hotel after this because I don’t think I can take anymore of these retards. I don’t even know why I’m here, I already told you it was just a tweak. I’m fine, I promise.”
Steve starts to move his left shoulder, the one that was injured in a cage match years ago for those who hadn’t been aware, every which way to show that it doesn’t bother him. Layla just shakes her head and pulls his arm back down to his side.
“I don’t care if you think it’s fine Steve. The trainer said that you should get it checked out by a doctor regardless. I don’t want you to have to take time off because you didn’t get it looked at and it ends up becoming a problem like it did before.”
Steve rolls his eyes.
“But that was before, babe. This shoulder is in perfect condition. See? No problems.”
He says as he wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. He kisses her on the cheek and then she turns into it and the two share an actual kiss in the middle of the waiting room. Once they stop, they look into each others eyes for a few moments. You could tell that they loved each other a lot, even with Steve’s habit of attracting lose women. Layla was definitely not a fan of the attention her man often got but she felt that all she could really do was trust him. Probably not the best of ideas.
Next to them, Ace was festering in his chair. His mind was currently on the tag team match from Collision last week.
“Stupid time limit draws.”
He said to Kathy.
“I’ll bet that if Steve hadn’t kicked me instead of Adam, we would have walked out as winners. Instead, now I’m stuck with a blemish on my record.”
“Excuse me?”
These words came rushing from Awesome’s mouth, as his head snapped away from his gaze and directly at The Ace who was sitting on the other side.
“I’m just saying Steve, that if you hadn’t of inadvertently gave me that jawbreaker on Sunday, we would probably beaten A Knitemare on Helm’s Street. That’s all.”
An entirely legit possibility by The Ace in my opinion, but Steve doesn’t seem to take it that way. Instead he seems to darken up a bit, as if he were currently growing fangs.
“Are you saying it was my fault?”
Ace looks at Kathy and then at Layla seemingly looking to see there reaction to Steve’s reaction. They both shrug at him and Ace shakes his head.
“No man, it’s not your fault at all it’s just that…..”
Ace tries to explain himself but it doesn’t seem like Steve was even listening. He shakes his head, completely blowing off Ace’s attempt at a response.
“Because…..It’s sort of sounding like your blaming me for what happened on Collision. And Ace, I really wouldn’t do that dude.”
“No, no. That’s not what I’m saying at all, if you would just listen to me…..”
But Steve interrupts again.
“MAYBE, Jake, maybe you should start watching where I’m kicking. Maybe if you paid more attention you would have seen it coming and had enough common sense to avoid it all together. Maybe, if you didn’t get nailed by that super kick we would have won the match. Or maybe, I wanted to hit you.”
This last bit sends Ace into shock. He couldn’t even begin to imagine hearing those words from his best friend. The man with whom he’s traveled the world with. The man he won the nCw tag team championships with, the God Father of his pride and joy.
“What are you saying?”
Ace asks, doing his best to hold onto his composure in that chair next to Steve.
“Maybe I wanted to lose. Maybe I’m sick and tired of carrying this team. Maybe when I kicked you in the teeth I enjoyed it because you always irk me with your jealousy. Maybe the next time we find ourselves in a predictament like Collision I’ll do more then just….”
He puts up his hands and does the finger quotes.
“….inadvertently…”
He pulls them down.
“…kick you in the face. If you don’t start holding up your side of this team. Your slacking Jake and I refuse to carry your piddly ass to anymore victories.”
Ace seems heartbroken as he slumps in his chair.
“I uh…I didn’t know you felt that way Steve. I’ll try and do better next time.”
The room falls into an awkward silence. That is until Awesome bursts into laughter. Layla crosses her arms.
“What in the world is so funny?”
Connie steps out of a door and calls Steve’s name off of her clipboard telling him that it was his turn to get his check up. He continues to laugh as he stands up out of his chair.
“I was just kidding dude, lighten up. Don’t worry about it bro, we will get them next time. Your like my brother from another mother, Jake, I’d never purposely kick you in the face. How could I ever look little Solitaire in the face again if she found out I hurt her daddy.”
Ace forces a smile to show Steve that there wasn’t any hard feelings but it’s obvious that he was still a bit shaken from the verbal assault.
“Anyways, I’m next. It’s time to go get my clean bill of health and then it’s off to the hotel. I’ll see you guys when I get out. You should have seen your face, dude. Priceless.”
He says and then walks towards Connie. She starts leading the way toward the doctors room and Awesome makes a facial expression that silently compliments the behind of nurse Connie before getting in pursuit and walks out of sight. Once Steve was gone, Ace turns and looks at Layla.
“You mind telling me what that was all about?”
Layla just shrugs and shakes her head.
“Your guess is as good as mine. I mean he said he was just joking. Maybe it was just a really bad one.”
Ace leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling tile.
“Yeah, your probably right. Didn’t sound much like a joke though…..”
We cut to the back room and Steve is seen sitting on the Doctors table.
“It’s all coming back to me now as I sit here and wait on the verdict from the doctor. It was probably around two thousand two or maybe it was three and I was wrestling in a fatal four way steel cage match for a summer pay per view in a company called The Central Wrestling Alliance. It was a small company based over seas in the London area and it was really starting to take off over there around this time. I started seeing flyers all over the place promoting the event with my picture on them. It was crazy to me to see that because up until then I had never been in the main event of anything. To see my beautiful face on that sheet of paper made me feel like I had finally made it in this business. It made me feel like all my hard work wrestling in the high school gymnasiums and in pavilions at the fair grounds had finally paid off. I was working the main event of a CWA pay per view against four of there biggest guys at the time and the best part of it all was that it was for the world championship.”
“Needless to say, I was ecstatic. I think I had one of the fastest rises that CWA had ever seen. I came in the December before that and here it was June and I’m already challenging for the world title. I couldn’t have asked for a better push then that. Of course, it wasn’t all genius booking on the company’s behalf, my loads of untapped talent helped a lot too. I was the golden boy. I couldn’t have a bad match. Everybody wanted to work with me, the fans loved every minute of it too, so it was only a matter of time before I got put into contention for the world title. Half way through the month of June the owner of the company announced who and what would decide the championship of the world. David Shand, Rob Arnold, Mark Lewis, and me, Steve Awesome, in a fatal four way cage match for the world heavyweight championship of the world. The crowd instantly went nuts and my stomach instantly did three back flips.”
“Of course, back then I wasn’t fully aware of my natural gifts. I was still, I guess you’d call it a little green, and figured that he made a mistake in the announcement. Me in a world title match, I thought to myself, it sounded too good to be true and for awhile I had trouble believing it was true. I kept having to pinch myself or throw water on my face to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Then the promotional poster came out, and the TV Commercials started running and they both featured me. This new kid on the professional wrestling circuit who up until now had never been even mentioned in the same sentence with world championship. It was so surreal to me but a part of me knew that I had finally made it. I was finally a star.”
“The weeks leading up to the match were tough though. I had butterflies in my stomach for so long I thought I developed stomach ulcers or something. I was just so nervous you know? I guess I felt the pressure a little bit. Everybody would come up to me and they’d pat me on the shoulder and they’d look me in the eyes and they’d tell me to “give em hell kid” and that “They knew I could do it” or that “everybody was counting on me” and that didn’t help any. I was so worried about letting everybody down, but I knew that I couldn’t allow that to happen. So I pushed the fear of the cage match into the back of my head and I pressed on until the day of the pay per view.”
“You know, I don’t even remember what the event was called, but I’ll never forget the night. The pay per view was going on without any problems. The fans were eating it up and there wasn’t a lot of fighting spirit but I’m sure that even Brad Kane would give most of the matches a three star or more. Then came the moment everyone was waiting for. The main event. My music hit and I walked down to the ring as the whole place went nuts, like they should be doing now, and I climbed into the ring and I looked at all three men that were currently looking at me. They were huge and I knew that they were already writing me off as anything but a threat. The cage started getting lowered to the ring apron and once it was in place the bell was rung and the match was underway.”
“And I got my ass handed to me! I was taking abuse from all three men. I got all kinds of suplexed and they dropped me on my head, wrapped me up in more submissions that I care to remember, and slammed me into the steel more than any other guy in the match. I was the first to bleed but I was always the first one up. It was something about that night that wouldn’t let me stay down, even when my body wanted me too. They’d knock me down, I’d get right back up. They’d knock me down harder, and somehow I’d make it back to my feet. It happened like this all the way to the end of the match. Currently, Shand and Arnold are fighting off to the side of the cage. They were more interested in hurting each other at this point in time which left me against the champ, Mark Lewis. He leveled me with huge right hook that sent me stumbling to the mat and then he started to climb the side of the cage. He was up a little past the ropes when I got back up and I hurried up and put a forearm into his spine as hard as I possibly could. It stopped him long enough so that I could start climbing the cage as well. But he kicked me in the head and I let go and he started scrambling up the side of the cage. Knowing this I shook off effects of the kick and I gave chase after him up the side of the cage. Mark was swinging his leg over the side of the cage as I’m starting my climb. I’m reaching up to try and grab him or hit him or something, anything that I could think of to stop him but nothing worked. As I got to the top of the cage, Mark had already pulled his other leg over the top of the cage and began climbing down. So I did the only thing I could think of in a moment like this.”
“I pulled myself on to the ledge of the cage, and I did a swan dive from the top of the cage to the concrete below completely f**king up my shoulder but ultimately winning the CWA world championship in the process. My shoulder was on fire, like little midgets were burning it with Tiki Torches or something, but I didn’t care because I was a champion. I was on top of the world.”
“I just thought I’d share that little story with my opponents this week at Last Stand. Brad Kane and Jack Manson. Two men that I share personal history with. One man, Brad Kane, I’ve had a little rivalry that has lasted through two different companies and almost a year now. The guy just refuses to admit it, but I take him to his limit every time we step foot in the ring. I know he’s thinking about it, he’ll never forget the time I dropped him on his neck into a pile of steel chairs at A Night To Remember. Hell, I won’t forget it either because it was so kick ass. And if I could just get Layla to agree to it, I know I could prove that I can bang my woman better than he can.”
“Dude thinks that anal sex equals love. Brad, do you know how many girl butts I’ve had the pleasure to take a look around in? A whole bunch. And throughout it all dude, I’ve managed to learn one thing. That thing is that “ass to mouth” isn’t love, it’s just a funny story to tell your friends after the bitch leaves. But all jokes aside, Brad, I have to admit that your one of the few people that I happen to dislike that has actually earned some respect from me. Whether it means anything to you, since your happy being a slacker with your perfect family then a wrestler, remains to be seen, but at least you don’t have to search for too long.”
“Then there is the other man in this triple threat match. The man I don’t respect. Jack Manson. Oh buddy old pal, we went through one hell of a match didn’t we? That brutal first blood match back at Cross Roads. We fought all over the place in that one. The ring, the crowds, the ramp, backstage, and right on top of that stage. And in the end, I wind up making you a star, Jack. You slam me through a table and I start coughing up blood and the bell rings. The match is over and you win. You know that never sat well with me Jack. I can’t but to think that had that not of been the stip, you might not have been the one to walk out of Cross Roads the winner. Then people would have seen what you really are and I would have gotten all the praise and the compliments that I’m getting now, back then. But because of a stip, because of a lousy stip, you got the win. I wasn’t done kicking your ass, Manson. I wasn’t done.”
“But it’s good, because now I have the opportunity to take out some pent up aggression that I’ve been harboring ever since you disappeared in a whiny huff because you lost the title match. You told me on Sunday that you’d just make me bleed again. You know what? If you think you can Jack, then be my guest. But remember Jack, my blood isn’t going to save you this time. No…..this time….your mine!”
“Brad, Jack, this match at Last Stand may just end up being the best match of your lives. I have no doubt that we are going to blow the roof off the place. And just like in that cage match those five years ago, I’m going to do whatever it is that I can to ensure that Steve Awesome is the one that walks out of Last Stand, still standing. But somehow, in the back of my mind, I think you two already knew that.”
Fade to static.