Post by Steve Awesome on Sept 25, 2008 16:02:21 GMT -6
It was a day like any other day here in this airport. People form here or people from there, rushing up and down the crowded hallways. Scurrying in every direction, dragging there children and there luggage, all so they can make it to there flight or there business appointment, or to the Hotel before check in time. It seemed pretty hectic to her. It was as if somebody moved a giant rock and watched as all the bugs and insects that lived underneath ran off to find another safe haven for there six and eight legged kind.
Kind of a gross analogy Layla confessed to herself, but hey, it made sense. She always tried to get ready before hand so she wouldn’t be that person who had to run the airport marathon. Of course she had been to about a million different airports in her life so it was no big thing. She had developed her own way of doing things and it always seemed to work and she couldn’t help but laugh as all those “bugs” rushed to there new rock, all the while her rock would remain untouched in this situation.
But as she sat in the lobby of Gate Eighteen, waiting for the airplane to come and take her away from her home, she was doing a different sort of running around. Her mind was running a mile a minute it would seem. Taking a break only when she managed to break her focus on things like the people and the bugs analogy. They were short lived however, because it seemed like not even a minute in, something would remind her and she’d be back to being carried away by her renegade imagination. She tried her best to not think of the daunting task that lied ahead. But watching a couple walk by, holding hands and taking there eyes off each other only to scan the horizon for any forthcoming obstacles, then it was right back to each other. That was something she missed.
She took a deep sigh and grabbed her purse. She unzips the top and reaches inside, successfully digging out her cell phone. She pressed a few buttons on the key pad and then presses the phone to her ear. After a few rings the other end finally picked up.
“Hello?”
The voice asked on the other end.
“Hey Kel.”
She was referring to Kelly Kaos. Kole Kaos’s sister and the man he is facing this Sunday at Road to the Gold: JFK’s girlfriend.
Kelly Kaos: (on the phone) “Layla? Oh My Gosh! How are you, I haven’t herd from you in awhile? What’s been going on? Where have you been?”
She smiles. It was nice to know somebody missed her. Even if it wasn’t the person she wanted it to be.
“Oh, I’ve just been home. Well, my parents home in D.C. Yeah, I just had to get away from the crazy lifestyle of wrestling. It was making me go nuts.”
Kelly: “Yeah I know what you mean. It does get pretty hectic every once in awhile. That’s why James and I took some time off and we just had some us time. Girl, it was so great.”
“Sounds nice.”
Layla said dryly.
Kelly: It really was. James took me all over the world, almost. We had the most glorious time. He’s a changed man too, you saw Collision last week didn’t you?”
“Yeah, he came back and turned on The Empire. Best move he could have done in my opinion.”
Kelly: “Yeah, I love my brother, but in all honesty, he’s really warped the minds of the rest of them. I’m glad James finally saw the light through the darkness that my brother was casting on him.”
“Me too Kelly. I’m really happy for you two. I just wish that somebody else in that group of assholes would finally just wake up.”
Kelly: “Your talking about Steve aren’t you? I don’t know Layla, he seems to be the one that believes in what Kole says the most. So far, he’s done worse than all of them. What he did to Trent, what he had done to Angel, Lord knows what else he is capable of.”
“I know, I know.”
She shakes her head, placing her forehead in her palm.
“He’s become a monster. That’s why I keep having second thoughts about this.”
Kelly: “Second thoughts about what? What are you doing?”
“I’m going back to him.”
Kelly: WHAT?
“I know it’s crazy.”
Kelly: It’s dumb!
“Okay, that too. But I just have to try this. I have to see what happens. All that time that I was with him, I didn’t fall in love with him for nothing you know.”
“Flight eighteen to Miami now boarding.”
The voice over the speaker announced.
“Well, that’s my flight.”
Kelly: Look, you go down this road Layla, you might not like what’s at the end of it. James was one of the lucky ones to escape that life, I can’t say the same for the rest.
“Yeah, but I think I’m going to take my chances. See you soon.”
Kelly: Bye.
Layla hangs up the phone and drops it back into her purse. She grabs the handle of her luggage and carries with her as she steps in line to board the plane that will whisk her away to Miami.
Meanwhile at the bottom of the United States, on the tip of the Penis that is Florida, Miami was booming. Business as usual. Fast sports cars, blazing hot weather, The Cubans smuggling drugs in through the coast, and old people driving slower and more boring then an Ace promo. Hot blondes dressed in what few would call an appropriate bikini all playing volleyball along the beach that over looked the Ocean line. The water sparkled like diamonds and a bird flew over the water. Flapping its wings until it found a nice place to land. It’s new perch was the balcony railing of a hotel room. Five stories up and connected to one of the most extravagant hotels in all of Miami. Who was inside the room? Well, do you even have to ask?
Inside said room, it was still pretty dark even with the sun blaring down. Mostly due to the curtains being drawn, but the sunlight still managed to creep through the lace blinds. There were clothes scattered about around this said bed, some guy clothes and others were girl clothes. A pair of pink panties hung on the bed board and our world heavyweight champion slept like a baby on the right side of the bed. Although we know that he wasn’t as innocent as one….no….not by a long shot.
He lied face up with a smile wrapped around that face of his. Still fast asleep but proud and arrogant even while dreaming. Next to him, was yet another girl, There’s no telling who it could be, much like all the others before her, probably just another slut that he had met while heading from point A to point B. Just another blonde that wanted that special attention from the world champion. He could get any girl he wanted, even your own girlfriend if your not careful. Sometimes more than one girl at a time.
The two remained fast asleep until Steve’s cell phone began to ring. This jogs the world champion out of his slumber. He wakes up refreshed and with a good stretch of his arms and back he was ready to face the day….or at the least answer the phone call. He reaches over towards the side table next to his side of the bed, where a lamp and world championship also held a place. He grabs his blue tooth head set and shoves it in his ear.
“What do you want?”
He blurted without any worry of who it was on the other end. It could have been the Pope but Steve wouldn’t have cared. He was the champion of the world….He didn’t HAVE to care.
“Yo, this is Zero. I saw that slut you brought up to your room. You always got the right tastes champ.”
Awesomes raises an eyebrow.
“I brought a girl up here last night?”
“Don’t you always?”
A smirk appears on his face and he nods.
“This is true.”
He leans over to her side of the bed and checks out the face. His lower lip protrudes and he nods again in approval.
“Wow….I guess I did. Just goes to show you how much I pay attention. I swear Zero, all I have to do is say my name at the club and half the girls are jumping over each other just to be the girl that follows me up to my room. God, it’s so good being me. Neither one of my opponents have that luxury.”
“They probably would say they don’t want that luxury.”
Awesome just has to smirk at this.
“I don’t care what they have to say. You should know that by now dude. Burns is an irrelevant piece of **** and Ace has always been jealous of my success.”
At this point the blonde wakes up. She was smoking hot as per the usual type of girl that found themselves in Steve’s room in the morning. She keeps the covers above her chest, since you know she’s probably completely naked underneath, and she starts to run her finger through the defined lines of Steve’s chest and abs.
“Oh come on man, Burns ain’t that bad.”
Awesome eyes widen in complete shock! He couldn’t believe what Zero had said.
“Ain’t that bad? Ain’t that bad? Dude! The only reason Phillip Burns even made it this far is because I took Angel out in the beginning. Instead of Burns losing to Angel I pretty much gave him the finals on a silver platter. He can say all the things he wants to say to me but he should be kissing my feet! Because if it wasn’t for me, he’d be sitting in the losers circle just like he was last year.
“That’s true. But he does seem to have a nice following.”
Awesome chuckles. The blonde next to him begins rubbing his waste line with the obvious in mind.
“Oh please. Zero, Phillip Burns hasn’t been relevant since this time last year. Nobody even cares that he’s back. The guy is like Hacksaw Jim Duggan. He comes out, gets a few nostalgia pops and then everybody forgets he exists again. But yeah…screw Burns. What are you calling me for?”
“I’s just ringin ya to make sure we goin to the bar later tonight. I got a bunch of girls that said they wanna meet you. And as you know….the girls that you don’t pick….I get.”
The blonde begins kissing on your world champions neck. Moving his silky jet black hair out of the way to do so.
“Of course we’re going dude. What? You think I got plans with this bitch later? I’ll talk to you later.”
As soon as that comes shooting out of Steve’s mouth the blonde is definitely more than pissed. She gives him a good slap and starts gathering up her clothes on the side of the bed. Awesome clutches his cheek but he couldn’t help but to grin.
“What were you still doing here anyway? You sluts are supposed to leave after I’m done. Jeeze, none of them ever get that.”
“You’re a asshole!”
The girl says through guilt and tears.
“It's pronounced...."AWE-SOME."
“No. You’re an asshole. You treat everybody with disrespect. You make girls think that they mean something to you but in all reality they don’t.”
Steve just nods his head.
“Right. Hey…before you leave in a huff you think you can make me a sammich?”
“Go to HELL!”
The blonde screams.
“So that’s a no on the sammich isn’t it?”
“UGH!”
And with that the girl storms out of the room and slams the door behind her. Awesome just smirks and leans back against the bed board. He takes a relaxing breath.
“Ahhhh……gotta love the morning routines.”
He chuckles.
Just a few moments later as a now dressed Steve Awesome stand before a camera. His world championship hanging over his shoulder. His evil green eyes hidden behind those fancy aviator sunglasses. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a “Wolfmother” T-shirt. Behind him was a green screen that flashed his logo along with the tron he uses when he walks out to the ring.
“Okay….so before I really get into what I want to talk about here, I need to bring up one name. That name? Jack Hammond. The Hamster. The man challenging AJ Phoenix for the X-Division Championship this Sunday and a man that is more than likely going to lose. I say more than likely because the guy proved last week that he can SOMETIMES….shock the hell out of people and pull off a major upset. Last week on Collision he and that worthless interviewer Nelly Angel managed to beat AJ and myself in a tag team match. I’m not even that mad about it though. Mostly because he pinned AJ and not me, but also because I know that I’m the best wrestler in this world today and now that Jack has a “kinda” win over me it’s going to do wonders for the kids career. He can go anywhere, mention that he sort of beat the champ and the chicks will be all over him. Which he needs desperately because when he called me cute last week it instantly placed him in the same Homo Suspicion group that Sexy Jason has forever occupied. But Hammond being gay has no relevance to my point and it is his choice after all so I’m just going to drop the subject entirely. But I did want to offer my congratulations to The Hamster for his marvelous upset last week. This could mean big things for your career kid so DON’T screw it up.”
“But, I didn’t bring up Hammonds name so that I can congratulate him because really, when have you ever known me to do something like that? No, I brought his name up because of something he said to me last week. Something about how he would absolutely love it if the Corporate Empire were to implode on itself and we all started to fight. He thought that it was bound to happen because of all the ego’s running wild in the same room. And you know Hammy, I have to admit that it really makes a lot of sense. Were all pretty ego driven when you sit down and think about it. Me most definitely, this I admit. My ego is huge but when you look at me and all I’ve done in barely a year, you could imagine why my ego is the size of Miami itself. Plus you have Kole and his millions and AJ who is a trailblazer. Derek Sitar who single handedly created his own legacy, it’s not hard to believe that one day it could be all of us fighting against each other. Plus with JFK turning on us and dropping Kole like that last week, that definitely doesn’t disprove Jacks little theory now does it?”
“I mean after watching all that and thinking some of these things through I actually had to take a second and look into this “imploding” theory. I had to take a look at each one of these “friendships” that I have with My Empire brothers and make sure that they were legit. Let’s start with Sitar. Very talented. I respect the guy for the raw talent he possess and he respects me for what I’ve accomplished already. This guy only wants the money, folks. His mind is ran by the almighty dollar and how do you get that dollar? By winning. And who wins? The Empire. Then there’s AJ. Now AJ is the kind of guy whose been to the top of the mountain before. World champion, an unofficial legend in that other company, and a man whose name proceeds his presence. What would he have to accomplish by attacking one of us? Another world title reign? Something that already proves what everybody should know already? That AJ is one of the best this industry has and a crucial member to The Empire? Then I looked at Kole. Kole is a very, very smart man. He gets it ladies and gentlemen. He understands that as long as me, his own business investment, holds this world championship, well then his millions of dollars can become billions and he becomes even richer then we all thought possible. So why in the hell would he screw that up? Kole doesn’t care about being a champion, he cares about making his money. And I make his money.”
“Then you know Jack, I was almost positive that your theory was wrong after that. But then I ran into one more name. The Ace. Jake Conway. And I thought about it and at first I just tossed it aside. I mean, we’re best friends right? He’s like my brother. I’m the Godfather to his child for crying out loud. Why in the world would he want to screw up this great thing that is The Empire by attacking me? But then, when I was hanging out with him the other day and he was cutting one of his promos that seem to go on forever….I noticed him staring at my world title.”
“Now a lot of people stare at this belt. They see what it represents and I instantly get the best table at the restaurant or the hottest girls come rushing to my side. But Ace….Ace stared just a little bit too long. And I realized that Jack Hammond’s little theory could be right. The kill switch in the Empire, if there was any, was none other then Jake “The Ace” Conway. I saw the way he pretended to be my friend, but was really staring at my title like it was a steak dinner. The way he wanted to touch it, hold it, wear it. I could see in his eyes how he yearned to be able to finally say he was a champion. And that’s when it hit me. The Ace…was jealous!”
“And it’s not just about the world title. That’s just part of it. This goes back before The Empire, before nCw. All the way back to XHF. All the way back when I was some new rookie in the company. Ace came up to me and said that he would take me under his wing and show me the ropes. He said that he already was established in the company and that he would in turn, make me a star. But what happened Ace? You soon realized that I was worth more than you thought. And it wasn’t long until I surpassed you, Ace! You were established, but I became a rookie sensation. Everybody forgot about The Ace, wich was easy because you suck, and everybody loved me. I hate to use our own stables catchphrase on you dude but, I AM BETTER THAN YOU.”
And I think somewhere deep down underneath your receding hair line and your pointless bravado, that you realize this. You’ve known this all along Ace. I’ve always been better. I wrestle better, I look better, I get better looking girls than you, my fan site gets more hits than you, my merchandise gets more sales than yours, and even though were both hated….these people…..Like me better. I’ve passed you up partner….Hell, I’ve ran ****ing laps around you. The only reason your even mentioned in the same breath as me is because I carried your “piddly ass” to the tag team titles. You know what else? I HATE Trent Helms, I ****ing hate that miserable short piece of ****, but even HE was a better friend than you were. And as I think about it, I wish he never got hurt back then, because if he didn’t I wouldn’t have needed your sorry ass to reform a tag team I’ve hated since the beginning, to win the tag titles. It would have been me and Trent as tag champions. Then he wouldn’t have turned on me, and Close Encounters would still be alive and everybody in nCw would have been ****ed! Pure and simple.”
“Then you know what would have happened to you? Nothing. Absolutely nothing, because nobody would have gave a damn about you. I’m the reason your as popular as you are now Ace. And I can’t believe Xavier Williams didn’t shut you up when he had the chance. You sorry sack of crap. If you EVER stare at MY world championship like that again, I’ll tell everybody about the time you ran out of the XHF because I hurt your feelings in my promo that time we were about to face off.”
“You would think I’d be done talking about how miserable you are Ace. But for some reason I think that even with the undeniable evidence of me being straight up better than you’ll ever be, you’ll still feel the need to come back. Maybe with an hour long promo with you playing with your brat of a daughter but then acting like your evil but then going back to loving you family and then you’ll take everything I just said to you flip it around put it in a nice bow tie and repeat it back to me with a ****ed up spin on it and some not so clever puns attached. So I figure that I probably should explain this to you in your own language.
“I am the world champion.”
The Steve grins.
“I am a former tag team champion. And I held them for a good amount of time even while carrying your pathetic carcass.”
The Steve smirks.
“I’m evil because this one time I….insert something crazy that I did one time before to somebody completely irrelevant here.
The Steve smiles.
“And every time we’ve ever faced off in the middle of the ring, you’ve either ran away like a scared bitch or I pinned your shoulders to the mat.”
The Steve grins.
“I’ve beat men like Dave Holland, Lance Ryan, Spike Kane, Adam Knite, and Trent Helms and you never have.”
The Steve….uh….yeah lets go with grins again.
“I’m better, faster, stronger, better looking, more talented, and straight up more entertaining than you’ll ever be.”
The Steve…..I don’t know…did we use smirk yet?
“Your wife is ugly. And everybody talks about you behind your back.”
The Steve smiles again.
“Oh…and you wish you could be me. But your not….because unfortunately for you and for everybody else, Your just…..The Ace.”
The Steve shrugs. Yeah that’s a good one, don’t want them to think I can’t think of any other expressions.
“And if you make it past Philip Burns…..You will lose to me.”
The Steve smiles.
“Okay…you can go die now.”
Awesome waves into the camera and walks off the set, as the screen fades to….
Static.