Post by Steve Awesome on Nov 2, 2008 7:29:31 GMT -6
The scene quickly opens to a shot with Steve Awesome and Kole Kaos watching a monitor with Angels last promo playing on it. Awesome is grinning from ear to ear while Kole grows more and more frustrated as the promo unravels.
Damn…that is a lot of gay jokes.
Steve nods.
“See I told you. And how the hell do I emulate Kevin Smith movies? Has there ever been a midget wearing pink underwear in any Kevin Smith movie?
Kole just chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.
Not that I remember. Another thing I don’t get. His weird infatuation with genitalia. Yours in general.
Awesome just smiles and blows off his finger nails arrogantly.
“Just like every other bitch I know.”
A hardy laugh forces its way out of Kole’s throat.
HA! He probably just can’t remember what a vagina actually looks like. You know….one without herpes all over it.
They both share a laugh. One of those upper class laughs and its followed instantly by the classic lull. Steve Awesome takes a deep breath.
Yup…..Angel is pret-ty lame. If I do say so myself.
Kole nods.
Yeah. You think you know a guy….management goes and gives this young up and comer a chance to finally shine. They finally give him the opportunity to wrestle for your championship and he goes and he waists it on gay jokes. And rape. Rape for God’s sake.
Steve Awesome looks directly into the camera, a very serious look on his face.
Angel you went too far man. Rape isn’t funny.
Yeah man, did you know that in two thousand six alone there were 272,350 victims of sexual assault. Seriously, that’s somebody’s mother. Or sister…or grandmother. Hell even toddlers.
Awesome just shakes his head.
Tsk, tsk. Seriously, have a freaking heart man. This is nCw….not the screwed up secret life of Angel…..who thinks raping people is funny. What a bastard.
Kole grabs the remote and hit’s the stop button. Then tosses the device across the room they were sitting in like it were a dirty diaper.
I can’t even watch this smut anymore. I know he promo’s on you again but if you can stand to watch it then I’m going to have to leave.
Steve looks at Kole like’s he’s stupid and waves off the idiocy with his right hand.
Nah, I’m not going to allow this to ruin my moral fiber. Besides, I already seen this a few times before so I already know what I wanna say.”
Nice! High five for remembering stuff.
The duo slap hands in the air.
Say….don’t we have a guy that we pay to remember stuff for us? Raul something?
Oh I think your talking about Igor. Yeah, I had to fire him because he kept forgetting to come to work.
Woot. Irony!
So you going to cut that promo? Sorry if I sound bossy, I just want to keep you on track you know.
Yeah, God forbid I randomly wake up in a coffin for no apparent reason.
This causes Kole to raise an eyebrow.
Hey…that sounds familiar where did I see that again?
Steve shrugs.
I don’t know…probably in a Nine Inch Nails video or something.
Yeah your probably right. Nine Inch Nails suck.
That they do, Kole. That they do.
A silence consumes the room It goes on for a few moments as Steve and Kole think about all the ways that Nine Inch Nails suck. Not in the gay way either…They're both more mature than that.
So….you uh….gonna cut that promo now?
Well see I would…but I got a date with Layla tonight. I promised her.
Kole looks shocked.
What!?!? Am I hearing this right? Steve Awesome…THE Steve Awesome….is actually fulfilling a promise….to a GIRL?
Yeah…I’m surprised myself. But I figure, if the girl is carrying my child, I should at least try to make this work. I want my kids to have both there parents so they don’t grow up and make bad decisions in life. Like….put there hair into dread locks.
Or cracking wise about rape!
Steve and Kole glare into the camera for a few moments. Before Kole turns to look at Steve.
Well that sucks….I kind of wanted to hear you rip on Angel a bit.
Well that’s the thing, I really had no intentions of even dignifying the hardcore bad ass who uses a bull dog off the top rope as a finisher with a response to the questions I’ve already answered. But then he had to go and compare me to the Ace.
Ouch.
Yeah. That actually stung a bit, I gotta be honest. But I mean seriously, if I spoke like The Ace I’d probably say something like….
We cut away rather instantly….to Steve Awesome with blonde hair. The hair line pulled back further than Undertaker, Shaun Michaels AND Matt Hardy’s put together.
The Steve: You were right to where a mask Angel. Because that mask is a lot like how things will be this Sunday where I proceed to kick your piddly ass all over Houston Texas, and the only thing you’ll be able to do is “mask” the pain I cause you.
The Steve grins
The Steve: It seems like almost the perfect irony Angel, that the kids in your school would call you “Hunter”. For you see, it is not you who will be the Hunter this Sunday. It is I who will be hunting you! And the only thing you’ll be able to do is “prey” that I let you survive. For I am the face of Satan….isn’t that right my beloved Kathy?”
The Steve looks over to his right as a small house cat jumps onto his lap.
Kathy: Meow
Cut back to Steve where we left him.
That’s nothing like me. Right Kole?
Steve looks over and Kole is slumped down in the chair and sleeping.
KOLE!
Kole jumps awake.
Huh, what? Sorry, I fell asleep.
That’s fine, I was just leaving. I’m off to go make things right with Layla. So wish me luck.
Kole just smirks.
Were the Empire Steve, we don’t need luck.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pv1WfG3bFO0&feature=related
Click here to watch all the fun things Steve and Layla did on there date. Shown…by….some other family.
Later that night…..
Okay seriously, that date with Layla had to of been the best night of my life. If not, then it definitely ranks up there with the night I got drunk with the Coors Light twins in Vegas a few months back. Either way, it was great. I feel like we really connected, you know? Which is good because with that baby coming and me being a father and everything, it’s great to have the baby momma on board. Besides...child support would be a bitch if she wasn’t.
Okay….even though that’s partially true…
There’s more to it. I mean…between you and me….and I swear to God if you rat on me I will find you and dropkick your teeth down your ear canal….I…uh…love her.
Wow…..this is an intense feeling. But it’s true. I do, I really do. It’s like a void that’s been filled inside of me. I realized tonight when I was with her, that I didn’t need any other skeezy whore to make me fill good. I had my money and I had Layla. That’s all that mattered in life now. I was going to have a hot Cuban chick that I could have mass amounts of unprotected sex with since she’s a Prego now AND I’m going to have a little **** machine running around that will one day take my spot and carry on the Awesome name when I’m too old and tired to kick ass anymore.
I realized all this on the ride home. And as soon as we got back from the carnival, Layla went upstairs to shower and I’m down here in my den puffing on a cigar. I was chatting with Zero but I gotta stop procrastinating and actually cut this promo. So I set up my handheld camera and I stand it up in front of me so I can just say what’s on my mind. You ready…..go.
“It sucks to be me?”
He blinks into the camera for a few seconds. As if he were taking a moment to really allow the concept to sink into his mind.
“Seriously?”
He mouths the statement to himself, and the slowly shakes his head.
“No…nope…it really doesn’t actually suck to be me.”
He scratches his chin.
“No see…as a matter of fact….it ****ing rules being me.”
He throws his hands outward as the camera pans backward.
“Just look at all this cool stuff I have.”
Steve’s den looks amazing. It had a fireplace with gold trim. Bookshelves filled with DVD’s, an entertainment center that made your local cinema look like watching VHS’s at your grandma’s house, and he even had a giant stuffed polar bear similar to the one Mr. Burns had in his office on the Simpsons.
“And that’s just the den. Plus all the stuff you couldn’t actually see but you know there here anyway. Like my talent, my good looks, my money, my great career as a multi-media superstar. Being the world champion of a world class company like nCw. Not to mention my great girlfriend that doesn’t look like her face got knocked crooked by a shovel. It’s really great being me.”
He flashes that trademark smirk that he always seemed to bring with him everywhere he went.
“See Angel, what I think you were really trying to say was that it sucked being you.”
Steve points into the camera lens.
“Now don’t worry Angel, I’m not going to follow that up with a “because you suck” or anything…because really…you don’t suck. It’s true.”
Steve nods his head.
“I know that I’m a cheater, an asshole, a guy who blatantly breaks the rules whenever he feels likes it for no reason other then to piss the world off, but if it’s one thing that I’m not Angel…it’s ignorant. See, part of being a good business man, is keeping you eyes open. I look at you Angel, and I may make fun of you relentlessly because I’m damn good at it, but I know that when we do get to our match tomorrow night in Houston……I’m probably going to get awfully bloody.”
Steve’s usual grin disappears as a look of seriousness shows up instead. He takes another deep breath.
“I never said you weren’t going to beat my ass all around that place…..I just confidently stated that you weren’t going to take my title and that I was going to do whatever I could to make sure you wake up a little sore the next day as well. Whether that involves pinning your shoulders to the mat, or ripping them out of there sockets , it makes no difference to me. But what I want to know Angel, is how is it going to feel when you all your big talk….all your big boy threats somehow just don’t pan out and your left to swallow each and every gay joke you told this week. What’s Shelly going to think after the huge debacle that I simply parodied just to get a rise out of you, and you don’t come home with my world championship? Huh? Well hopefully you can lather on some of good ole’ JR’s barbeque sauce on them and eat because that’s about the only way its going to taste remotely good going down your throat.”
“I mean honestly Angel, did you really expect to beat me? Did that thought actually register in your mind? HA! That’s hilarious. I don’t know why you think so highly of yourself Angel, your just some lame hard core little freak who likes to say penis and vagina and then giggle like Beavis and Butt-Head. You’ve been wrestling for at least ten damn years and you’ve never been a top guy? There’s probably a reason for that Angel…did you ever think of that? Did you ever think….maybe your not meant to be the top guy? Maybe it was just something you would try and try for but you’d never be able to reach that plateau. I mean seriously, it’s taken you ten years to even get this far and it took me not even a full year to win my first world championship? How can you even consider yourself to be any good when all you‘ve really done was beat up on the mid-card chumps.”
“My dreams were achieved five years ago chief, now it’s just maintenance.”
“You know what happened here. You know where I think you went wrong? See you went and you started hanging around some other douche bags and then you started listening to there opinion. You started hearing that some dumb fan who thinks Jeff Hardy is the best wrestler alive because he does “super cool flips” thought you were a good wrestler to and you started believe what they were saying. You started letting there uninformed opinions get into your head. You got Falcon and Xavier whispering in your ear, stroking your ego because there afraid there going to get there asses kicked again. And at first, you thought you would challenge Spike Kane to a match. He left before he could kick your ass and shut you up, so now it’s up to me.”
Steve shakes his head.
“Why is breaking peoples hearts always my job?”
“Now Angel…now your in the big leagues where your fun little rampage on guys that aren’t worth the sweat on my jock strap doesn’t mean ****. Your in very dangerous territory Angel and winning my world title is something that’s just not going to happen.”
“I just hope….that when all this is said and done….you finally shut up for once….and for the love of God…seek some help about that genitalia thing…it’s kind of weird.”
I smirk one last time into the camera just to let him know how much I hate his guts. Zero is nodding his head in approval and I lean back in my chair with a smug look on my face. I am the man! I have everything I want. Nothing can bring me down.
And that’s when she shows up.
Layla, fresh from the shower walks into the room, and she’s carrying the two bags she brought with her from the airport……my heart sinks to the bottom of my feet.
“Steve….we need to talk.”
She said in a voice that seemed to be able to wield pain like a dagger.
“What about?”
I say, with caution in my voice for the first time in years. She looks away at first but shakes her head no and stares at me again. The tears in her eyes more than apparent.
“I’m…..leaving.”
You remember how you felt when the World Trade Towers were attacked? That feeling of helplessness and overwhelming.
“I came back because I needed to try and make this work. To see for myself if it were possible. But I’ve come to the conclusion…..that it isn’t. Your not what I want.”
I don’t get it! I’m so confused I feel like Sexy Jason in a strip club.
“What do you mean I’m not what you want? I have everything. I’m rich. I’m talented. I’m the best there is period. I’m good looking. I’m the father of our child for ****s sake.”
My heartbeat starts to rise. My temperature starts to go up. I haven’t felt this angry since McDonalds took away the McRib.
“Okay, yeah. You may have all of those things. The money, the ability, the good looks, the body……but underneath all of that Steve….is your personality…..the one thing that actually matters in a relationship….and it’s ugly. Your soul is black, Steve, and I don’t want any part of it.”
I…I….I can’t think straight.
“So I’m leaving you. I’m done with this on again, off again bull****. Don’t tell me you can change either because I’ve herd that same tired line too many times from you and its just not gonna cut it anymore. You’ve let yourself go to far, and I don’t love the person you’ve become.”
I…I…I….I can’t breathe.
“What about the baby?”
I manage to choke out. She looks away as tears stroll down her face.
“The doctor said its still early enough in the pregnancy to…..well….just…don’t call me or write me or do anything. I’m done. Goodbye.”
…………..
And with that she just walks away. Steve is visibly shaken by the whole thing. His face stoic, his body deathly still. Zero, tries to comfort him.
Zero: Hey buddy….you wanna get out of here? Maybe get a drink or something?”
But he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even think anything.
Zero: Steve?
Steve stays silent until Zero finally leaves. He remains motionless as if Rigor Mortis already set in. All of a sudden, his breathing starts to get heavy and tears start rolling down his cheek like waterfalls. He shoots up from his chair and turns around and starts punching the wall. Lefts and rights, repeatedly, constantly, like pistons in an engine. There’s no telling how many times he’s hit the wall now and he starts to scream at the top of his lungs. Then just as soon as the outburst started…it stops. Steve collapses in his chair and clutches his hands on his head.
It’s ironic,
The one thing that he always wanted, is the one thing that money couldn’t buy.
Fade on his bloody knuckles.
Damn…that is a lot of gay jokes.
Steve nods.
“See I told you. And how the hell do I emulate Kevin Smith movies? Has there ever been a midget wearing pink underwear in any Kevin Smith movie?
Kole just chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.
Not that I remember. Another thing I don’t get. His weird infatuation with genitalia. Yours in general.
Awesome just smiles and blows off his finger nails arrogantly.
“Just like every other bitch I know.”
A hardy laugh forces its way out of Kole’s throat.
HA! He probably just can’t remember what a vagina actually looks like. You know….one without herpes all over it.
They both share a laugh. One of those upper class laughs and its followed instantly by the classic lull. Steve Awesome takes a deep breath.
Yup…..Angel is pret-ty lame. If I do say so myself.
Kole nods.
Yeah. You think you know a guy….management goes and gives this young up and comer a chance to finally shine. They finally give him the opportunity to wrestle for your championship and he goes and he waists it on gay jokes. And rape. Rape for God’s sake.
Steve Awesome looks directly into the camera, a very serious look on his face.
Angel you went too far man. Rape isn’t funny.
Yeah man, did you know that in two thousand six alone there were 272,350 victims of sexual assault. Seriously, that’s somebody’s mother. Or sister…or grandmother. Hell even toddlers.
Awesome just shakes his head.
Tsk, tsk. Seriously, have a freaking heart man. This is nCw….not the screwed up secret life of Angel…..who thinks raping people is funny. What a bastard.
Kole grabs the remote and hit’s the stop button. Then tosses the device across the room they were sitting in like it were a dirty diaper.
I can’t even watch this smut anymore. I know he promo’s on you again but if you can stand to watch it then I’m going to have to leave.
Steve looks at Kole like’s he’s stupid and waves off the idiocy with his right hand.
Nah, I’m not going to allow this to ruin my moral fiber. Besides, I already seen this a few times before so I already know what I wanna say.”
Nice! High five for remembering stuff.
The duo slap hands in the air.
Say….don’t we have a guy that we pay to remember stuff for us? Raul something?
Oh I think your talking about Igor. Yeah, I had to fire him because he kept forgetting to come to work.
Woot. Irony!
So you going to cut that promo? Sorry if I sound bossy, I just want to keep you on track you know.
Yeah, God forbid I randomly wake up in a coffin for no apparent reason.
This causes Kole to raise an eyebrow.
Hey…that sounds familiar where did I see that again?
Steve shrugs.
I don’t know…probably in a Nine Inch Nails video or something.
Yeah your probably right. Nine Inch Nails suck.
That they do, Kole. That they do.
A silence consumes the room It goes on for a few moments as Steve and Kole think about all the ways that Nine Inch Nails suck. Not in the gay way either…They're both more mature than that.
So….you uh….gonna cut that promo now?
Well see I would…but I got a date with Layla tonight. I promised her.
Kole looks shocked.
What!?!? Am I hearing this right? Steve Awesome…THE Steve Awesome….is actually fulfilling a promise….to a GIRL?
Yeah…I’m surprised myself. But I figure, if the girl is carrying my child, I should at least try to make this work. I want my kids to have both there parents so they don’t grow up and make bad decisions in life. Like….put there hair into dread locks.
Or cracking wise about rape!
Steve and Kole glare into the camera for a few moments. Before Kole turns to look at Steve.
Well that sucks….I kind of wanted to hear you rip on Angel a bit.
Well that’s the thing, I really had no intentions of even dignifying the hardcore bad ass who uses a bull dog off the top rope as a finisher with a response to the questions I’ve already answered. But then he had to go and compare me to the Ace.
Ouch.
Yeah. That actually stung a bit, I gotta be honest. But I mean seriously, if I spoke like The Ace I’d probably say something like….
We cut away rather instantly….to Steve Awesome with blonde hair. The hair line pulled back further than Undertaker, Shaun Michaels AND Matt Hardy’s put together.
The Steve: You were right to where a mask Angel. Because that mask is a lot like how things will be this Sunday where I proceed to kick your piddly ass all over Houston Texas, and the only thing you’ll be able to do is “mask” the pain I cause you.
The Steve grins
The Steve: It seems like almost the perfect irony Angel, that the kids in your school would call you “Hunter”. For you see, it is not you who will be the Hunter this Sunday. It is I who will be hunting you! And the only thing you’ll be able to do is “prey” that I let you survive. For I am the face of Satan….isn’t that right my beloved Kathy?”
The Steve looks over to his right as a small house cat jumps onto his lap.
Kathy: Meow
Cut back to Steve where we left him.
That’s nothing like me. Right Kole?
Steve looks over and Kole is slumped down in the chair and sleeping.
KOLE!
Kole jumps awake.
Huh, what? Sorry, I fell asleep.
That’s fine, I was just leaving. I’m off to go make things right with Layla. So wish me luck.
Kole just smirks.
Were the Empire Steve, we don’t need luck.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pv1WfG3bFO0&feature=related
Click here to watch all the fun things Steve and Layla did on there date. Shown…by….some other family.
Later that night…..
Okay seriously, that date with Layla had to of been the best night of my life. If not, then it definitely ranks up there with the night I got drunk with the Coors Light twins in Vegas a few months back. Either way, it was great. I feel like we really connected, you know? Which is good because with that baby coming and me being a father and everything, it’s great to have the baby momma on board. Besides...child support would be a bitch if she wasn’t.
Okay….even though that’s partially true…
There’s more to it. I mean…between you and me….and I swear to God if you rat on me I will find you and dropkick your teeth down your ear canal….I…uh…love her.
Wow…..this is an intense feeling. But it’s true. I do, I really do. It’s like a void that’s been filled inside of me. I realized tonight when I was with her, that I didn’t need any other skeezy whore to make me fill good. I had my money and I had Layla. That’s all that mattered in life now. I was going to have a hot Cuban chick that I could have mass amounts of unprotected sex with since she’s a Prego now AND I’m going to have a little **** machine running around that will one day take my spot and carry on the Awesome name when I’m too old and tired to kick ass anymore.
I realized all this on the ride home. And as soon as we got back from the carnival, Layla went upstairs to shower and I’m down here in my den puffing on a cigar. I was chatting with Zero but I gotta stop procrastinating and actually cut this promo. So I set up my handheld camera and I stand it up in front of me so I can just say what’s on my mind. You ready…..go.
“It sucks to be me?”
He blinks into the camera for a few seconds. As if he were taking a moment to really allow the concept to sink into his mind.
“Seriously?”
He mouths the statement to himself, and the slowly shakes his head.
“No…nope…it really doesn’t actually suck to be me.”
He scratches his chin.
“No see…as a matter of fact….it ****ing rules being me.”
He throws his hands outward as the camera pans backward.
“Just look at all this cool stuff I have.”
Steve’s den looks amazing. It had a fireplace with gold trim. Bookshelves filled with DVD’s, an entertainment center that made your local cinema look like watching VHS’s at your grandma’s house, and he even had a giant stuffed polar bear similar to the one Mr. Burns had in his office on the Simpsons.
“And that’s just the den. Plus all the stuff you couldn’t actually see but you know there here anyway. Like my talent, my good looks, my money, my great career as a multi-media superstar. Being the world champion of a world class company like nCw. Not to mention my great girlfriend that doesn’t look like her face got knocked crooked by a shovel. It’s really great being me.”
He flashes that trademark smirk that he always seemed to bring with him everywhere he went.
“See Angel, what I think you were really trying to say was that it sucked being you.”
Steve points into the camera lens.
“Now don’t worry Angel, I’m not going to follow that up with a “because you suck” or anything…because really…you don’t suck. It’s true.”
Steve nods his head.
“I know that I’m a cheater, an asshole, a guy who blatantly breaks the rules whenever he feels likes it for no reason other then to piss the world off, but if it’s one thing that I’m not Angel…it’s ignorant. See, part of being a good business man, is keeping you eyes open. I look at you Angel, and I may make fun of you relentlessly because I’m damn good at it, but I know that when we do get to our match tomorrow night in Houston……I’m probably going to get awfully bloody.”
Steve’s usual grin disappears as a look of seriousness shows up instead. He takes another deep breath.
“I never said you weren’t going to beat my ass all around that place…..I just confidently stated that you weren’t going to take my title and that I was going to do whatever I could to make sure you wake up a little sore the next day as well. Whether that involves pinning your shoulders to the mat, or ripping them out of there sockets , it makes no difference to me. But what I want to know Angel, is how is it going to feel when you all your big talk….all your big boy threats somehow just don’t pan out and your left to swallow each and every gay joke you told this week. What’s Shelly going to think after the huge debacle that I simply parodied just to get a rise out of you, and you don’t come home with my world championship? Huh? Well hopefully you can lather on some of good ole’ JR’s barbeque sauce on them and eat because that’s about the only way its going to taste remotely good going down your throat.”
“I mean honestly Angel, did you really expect to beat me? Did that thought actually register in your mind? HA! That’s hilarious. I don’t know why you think so highly of yourself Angel, your just some lame hard core little freak who likes to say penis and vagina and then giggle like Beavis and Butt-Head. You’ve been wrestling for at least ten damn years and you’ve never been a top guy? There’s probably a reason for that Angel…did you ever think of that? Did you ever think….maybe your not meant to be the top guy? Maybe it was just something you would try and try for but you’d never be able to reach that plateau. I mean seriously, it’s taken you ten years to even get this far and it took me not even a full year to win my first world championship? How can you even consider yourself to be any good when all you‘ve really done was beat up on the mid-card chumps.”
“My dreams were achieved five years ago chief, now it’s just maintenance.”
“You know what happened here. You know where I think you went wrong? See you went and you started hanging around some other douche bags and then you started listening to there opinion. You started hearing that some dumb fan who thinks Jeff Hardy is the best wrestler alive because he does “super cool flips” thought you were a good wrestler to and you started believe what they were saying. You started letting there uninformed opinions get into your head. You got Falcon and Xavier whispering in your ear, stroking your ego because there afraid there going to get there asses kicked again. And at first, you thought you would challenge Spike Kane to a match. He left before he could kick your ass and shut you up, so now it’s up to me.”
Steve shakes his head.
“Why is breaking peoples hearts always my job?”
“Now Angel…now your in the big leagues where your fun little rampage on guys that aren’t worth the sweat on my jock strap doesn’t mean ****. Your in very dangerous territory Angel and winning my world title is something that’s just not going to happen.”
“I just hope….that when all this is said and done….you finally shut up for once….and for the love of God…seek some help about that genitalia thing…it’s kind of weird.”
I smirk one last time into the camera just to let him know how much I hate his guts. Zero is nodding his head in approval and I lean back in my chair with a smug look on my face. I am the man! I have everything I want. Nothing can bring me down.
And that’s when she shows up.
Layla, fresh from the shower walks into the room, and she’s carrying the two bags she brought with her from the airport……my heart sinks to the bottom of my feet.
“Steve….we need to talk.”
She said in a voice that seemed to be able to wield pain like a dagger.
“What about?”
I say, with caution in my voice for the first time in years. She looks away at first but shakes her head no and stares at me again. The tears in her eyes more than apparent.
“I’m…..leaving.”
You remember how you felt when the World Trade Towers were attacked? That feeling of helplessness and overwhelming.
“I came back because I needed to try and make this work. To see for myself if it were possible. But I’ve come to the conclusion…..that it isn’t. Your not what I want.”
I don’t get it! I’m so confused I feel like Sexy Jason in a strip club.
“What do you mean I’m not what you want? I have everything. I’m rich. I’m talented. I’m the best there is period. I’m good looking. I’m the father of our child for ****s sake.”
My heartbeat starts to rise. My temperature starts to go up. I haven’t felt this angry since McDonalds took away the McRib.
“Okay, yeah. You may have all of those things. The money, the ability, the good looks, the body……but underneath all of that Steve….is your personality…..the one thing that actually matters in a relationship….and it’s ugly. Your soul is black, Steve, and I don’t want any part of it.”
I…I….I can’t think straight.
“So I’m leaving you. I’m done with this on again, off again bull****. Don’t tell me you can change either because I’ve herd that same tired line too many times from you and its just not gonna cut it anymore. You’ve let yourself go to far, and I don’t love the person you’ve become.”
I…I…I….I can’t breathe.
“What about the baby?”
I manage to choke out. She looks away as tears stroll down her face.
“The doctor said its still early enough in the pregnancy to…..well….just…don’t call me or write me or do anything. I’m done. Goodbye.”
…………..
And with that she just walks away. Steve is visibly shaken by the whole thing. His face stoic, his body deathly still. Zero, tries to comfort him.
Zero: Hey buddy….you wanna get out of here? Maybe get a drink or something?”
But he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even think anything.
Zero: Steve?
Steve stays silent until Zero finally leaves. He remains motionless as if Rigor Mortis already set in. All of a sudden, his breathing starts to get heavy and tears start rolling down his cheek like waterfalls. He shoots up from his chair and turns around and starts punching the wall. Lefts and rights, repeatedly, constantly, like pistons in an engine. There’s no telling how many times he’s hit the wall now and he starts to scream at the top of his lungs. Then just as soon as the outburst started…it stops. Steve collapses in his chair and clutches his hands on his head.
It’s ironic,
The one thing that he always wanted, is the one thing that money couldn’t buy.
Fade on his bloody knuckles.