Post by Steve Awesome on Dec 7, 2008 7:06:42 GMT -6
Ring..…
Ring……
All you could see were feet.
Ring…..
Propped up on a table in the middle of a dark room.
Ring…..
Bits of light from the mid-day sun find it’s way from a nearby window, but the darkness is able to eat most of it.
“Hello?”
The feet suddenly move from the desk and down to the floor in one fluid motion.
“Hello!? Layla?”
……..
“Gotcha….leave your name and number after the beep.”
A fist pounds the desk in frustration, followed by the cell phone that the call was being made on. It wasn’t long after that, that the door suddenly comes swinging open. In the doorframe stood Johnny Rotten. He was dressed in a pair of dirty denim jeans and an old Guns N Roses T-shirt. His Marlboro Reds conveniently rolled up in his sleeve like a make shift pocket. Johnny was almost sporting a full beard and his long stringy hair didn’t look like it had been washed in over a couple days. He was holding a cold beer in his palm and guzzling it as he stood there. He finishes the beer, wipes his mouth and smiles that black toothed grin.
“Steve…there you is….been looking everywhere for you. What chu doin holed up in here?”
The world champ just gives a quick shrug. It was hard to see the man with all the darkness surrounding him.
“Just….making a phone call.”
The disdain in his voice was hard to miss.
“Well forget bout that, boy. Come out here and get drunk.”
“It’s not even noon.”
Johnny nods his head.
“Yeah..I know. I just like getting a head start. You gonna sit there and patronize me about meh drinkin habits or you gonna come out here and party with these girls out here.”
“Ehhh…I’m not in the mood dude.”
Johnny has to blink a few times to make sure he got that right.
“You ain’t getting sick on me is ya?”
“NO…..”
The irritation in his voice definitely apparent.
“I’m just trying to make this phone call. It’s important.”
Johnny thinks about it for a few seconds, scratching his chin as he does so. Finally, he realizes exactly what phone call he was trying to make.
“So…any luck?”
You can see Steve sigh deeply before shaking his head.
“It’s been a week and I still can’t get a hold of her. You think she is trying to avoid me?”
“****…I would. Especially if I was a baby killin bitch like her. Maybe she couldn’t take the guilt anymore and she went and killed herself too.”
A small smirk appears on Steve’s face.
“Pfft….not before I get my shots in. Suicide would be too good for her.”
“I concur.”
Johnny nods his head before he peaks it out of the door and yells for two more beers to be brought to him. Awesome just shakes his head in disgust.
“Jesus…do you ever stop consuming? You’ll end up like Brad Kane.”
Johnny seems to take offense to this. He holds up his index finger and begins to wave it back and forth.
“Woah, woah. I ain’t ever gonna be anything like no Brad Kane. The difference between me and that punk is I know how to hold my liquor. I don’t go out and smack my wife in the eye every time I get a sip of Jack Daniels in me. ****, I bet that boy can get wasted off some damn Pepto Bismol.”
Steve lets out a laugh. Making fun of Brad Kane always made the world champion feel better.
“Speakin a Brad Kane…..what you think Brad Kane Light is doing right about now?”
Steve shrugs.
“I don’t know….probably taping his wrists or something. Why should I care?”
“You ain’t nervous bout the Death Cage?”
In all honesty, Steve hadn’t given the Death Cage a single though throughout this whole week. And when he finally did, it didn’t seem so scary.
“Nah. The cage isn’t what’s supposed to be scary. It’s the sick bastard that’s going to be in there with me that’s supposed to be the scary part.”
“Is he?”
Steve confidently shakes his head. He raises up his right hand and flaps his four fingers and thumb together.
“He’s all this. Too much talk. It’s fun to say all the things he says….makes you sound tough. But once you look past it and realize what it is you have to do……the scary talk doesn’t have much of an effect.”
“So yer ready for the Death Cage then?”
Awesome just smiles.
“I’m more ready than Xavier thinks.”
We see Steve Awesome standing in front of the camera. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black hoodie with his own personal logo emblazoned on the chest in bright blue gems. The world title sparkled enough on its own and on his face was a pair of sunglasses.
“You know Xavier…..I don’t think you know me as well as you think you do.”
I mean what are you expecting to happen here man?
You just waltzing into the cage and kicking my ass all over the place because you said so?
“If everything happened they way you predicted it Xavier…you’d still be X-Division Champion and you’d actually have a win against The Ace.”
“But you don’t have any of that. Do you X?
“Nope.
Instead your just like every other punk on the roster today.
Telling me what they think there going to do to me and how much I deserve these actions.
‘Bleh…I don’t deserve to be punished.
If anything…you deserve to be punished Xavier.
Why?
For sticking your wide nose exactly where it DIDN’T belong!
Mine and Price’s business is exactly that.
Mine and Price’s business.
All I wanted was to show Price how helpless and pathetic he had become.
Why?
Because I’m an asshole.
“I’m not right in the head.
I do things on impulse.
But you couldn’t stand to see me crush some has been legend into the ground.
I don’t know why.
It’s like saving expired milk just because your grateful for cereals past.
When something is old and past its prime you crush it and toss it out into the garbage.
The night on Collision was supposed to be Price’s night to be tossed out.
But you saw fit to make sure that didn’t happen.
You took it upon yourself to play the hero Xavier.
And you certainly saved the day.
And then because Spike Kane is a dick weed you got a first class ticket to a world title match.
Good job, Xavier….now you get to sleep in the bed that you made.
“I listen to you talk about all the pain and torment that you intend on putting me through.
Like I haven’t herd that before.
You want me to feel the same pain that I’ve put everybody else through.
My path through life has taken down a lot in its wake.
I feel no remorse for any of them.
I step over each and every body that falls before me and I keep walking.
And I never look back.
But how can you tell me that I haven’t sacrificed something.
I sacrificed my life.
My whole entire life to become this heartless.
To become this warrior.
To do the things that I’m capable of without emotion.
I’ve transcended beyond just a face.
I’ve become more then just Steve Awesome.
“I’ve become an enigma.”
An entity.
A spark of life all it’s own.
You see all the pain that I cause.
If I don’t care what happens to the former mother of my child.
If I can attempt to drive my feet through the rib cage of a man who was sick with Cancer.
“What makes you think that I’m just going to be some kind of easy task this Sunday?
To you Xavier….all of this is about honor and respect.
But to me…..it’s my life!
I have nothing else.
So I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that you don’t walk out of that cage as champion.
I’ll see you in hell.
Static.
Ring……
All you could see were feet.
Ring…..
Propped up on a table in the middle of a dark room.
Ring…..
Bits of light from the mid-day sun find it’s way from a nearby window, but the darkness is able to eat most of it.
“Hello?”
The feet suddenly move from the desk and down to the floor in one fluid motion.
“Hello!? Layla?”
……..
“Gotcha….leave your name and number after the beep.”
A fist pounds the desk in frustration, followed by the cell phone that the call was being made on. It wasn’t long after that, that the door suddenly comes swinging open. In the doorframe stood Johnny Rotten. He was dressed in a pair of dirty denim jeans and an old Guns N Roses T-shirt. His Marlboro Reds conveniently rolled up in his sleeve like a make shift pocket. Johnny was almost sporting a full beard and his long stringy hair didn’t look like it had been washed in over a couple days. He was holding a cold beer in his palm and guzzling it as he stood there. He finishes the beer, wipes his mouth and smiles that black toothed grin.
“Steve…there you is….been looking everywhere for you. What chu doin holed up in here?”
The world champ just gives a quick shrug. It was hard to see the man with all the darkness surrounding him.
“Just….making a phone call.”
The disdain in his voice was hard to miss.
“Well forget bout that, boy. Come out here and get drunk.”
“It’s not even noon.”
Johnny nods his head.
“Yeah..I know. I just like getting a head start. You gonna sit there and patronize me about meh drinkin habits or you gonna come out here and party with these girls out here.”
“Ehhh…I’m not in the mood dude.”
Johnny has to blink a few times to make sure he got that right.
“You ain’t getting sick on me is ya?”
“NO…..”
The irritation in his voice definitely apparent.
“I’m just trying to make this phone call. It’s important.”
Johnny thinks about it for a few seconds, scratching his chin as he does so. Finally, he realizes exactly what phone call he was trying to make.
“So…any luck?”
You can see Steve sigh deeply before shaking his head.
“It’s been a week and I still can’t get a hold of her. You think she is trying to avoid me?”
“****…I would. Especially if I was a baby killin bitch like her. Maybe she couldn’t take the guilt anymore and she went and killed herself too.”
A small smirk appears on Steve’s face.
“Pfft….not before I get my shots in. Suicide would be too good for her.”
“I concur.”
Johnny nods his head before he peaks it out of the door and yells for two more beers to be brought to him. Awesome just shakes his head in disgust.
“Jesus…do you ever stop consuming? You’ll end up like Brad Kane.”
Johnny seems to take offense to this. He holds up his index finger and begins to wave it back and forth.
“Woah, woah. I ain’t ever gonna be anything like no Brad Kane. The difference between me and that punk is I know how to hold my liquor. I don’t go out and smack my wife in the eye every time I get a sip of Jack Daniels in me. ****, I bet that boy can get wasted off some damn Pepto Bismol.”
Steve lets out a laugh. Making fun of Brad Kane always made the world champion feel better.
“Speakin a Brad Kane…..what you think Brad Kane Light is doing right about now?”
Steve shrugs.
“I don’t know….probably taping his wrists or something. Why should I care?”
“You ain’t nervous bout the Death Cage?”
In all honesty, Steve hadn’t given the Death Cage a single though throughout this whole week. And when he finally did, it didn’t seem so scary.
“Nah. The cage isn’t what’s supposed to be scary. It’s the sick bastard that’s going to be in there with me that’s supposed to be the scary part.”
“Is he?”
Steve confidently shakes his head. He raises up his right hand and flaps his four fingers and thumb together.
“He’s all this. Too much talk. It’s fun to say all the things he says….makes you sound tough. But once you look past it and realize what it is you have to do……the scary talk doesn’t have much of an effect.”
“So yer ready for the Death Cage then?”
Awesome just smiles.
“I’m more ready than Xavier thinks.”
We see Steve Awesome standing in front of the camera. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black hoodie with his own personal logo emblazoned on the chest in bright blue gems. The world title sparkled enough on its own and on his face was a pair of sunglasses.
“You know Xavier…..I don’t think you know me as well as you think you do.”
I mean what are you expecting to happen here man?
You just waltzing into the cage and kicking my ass all over the place because you said so?
“If everything happened they way you predicted it Xavier…you’d still be X-Division Champion and you’d actually have a win against The Ace.”
“But you don’t have any of that. Do you X?
“Nope.
Instead your just like every other punk on the roster today.
Telling me what they think there going to do to me and how much I deserve these actions.
‘Bleh…I don’t deserve to be punished.
If anything…you deserve to be punished Xavier.
Why?
For sticking your wide nose exactly where it DIDN’T belong!
Mine and Price’s business is exactly that.
Mine and Price’s business.
All I wanted was to show Price how helpless and pathetic he had become.
Why?
Because I’m an asshole.
“I’m not right in the head.
I do things on impulse.
But you couldn’t stand to see me crush some has been legend into the ground.
I don’t know why.
It’s like saving expired milk just because your grateful for cereals past.
When something is old and past its prime you crush it and toss it out into the garbage.
The night on Collision was supposed to be Price’s night to be tossed out.
But you saw fit to make sure that didn’t happen.
You took it upon yourself to play the hero Xavier.
And you certainly saved the day.
And then because Spike Kane is a dick weed you got a first class ticket to a world title match.
Good job, Xavier….now you get to sleep in the bed that you made.
“I listen to you talk about all the pain and torment that you intend on putting me through.
Like I haven’t herd that before.
You want me to feel the same pain that I’ve put everybody else through.
My path through life has taken down a lot in its wake.
I feel no remorse for any of them.
I step over each and every body that falls before me and I keep walking.
And I never look back.
But how can you tell me that I haven’t sacrificed something.
I sacrificed my life.
My whole entire life to become this heartless.
To become this warrior.
To do the things that I’m capable of without emotion.
I’ve transcended beyond just a face.
I’ve become more then just Steve Awesome.
“I’ve become an enigma.”
An entity.
A spark of life all it’s own.
You see all the pain that I cause.
If I don’t care what happens to the former mother of my child.
If I can attempt to drive my feet through the rib cage of a man who was sick with Cancer.
“What makes you think that I’m just going to be some kind of easy task this Sunday?
To you Xavier….all of this is about honor and respect.
But to me…..it’s my life!
I have nothing else.
So I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that you don’t walk out of that cage as champion.
I’ll see you in hell.
Static.