Post by Steve Awesome on Feb 12, 2009 20:40:23 GMT -6
“That’s it, I give up. This thing is impossible.”
The reflection in Eric Hardy’s glasses quickly give away the source of his frustration. In his hands, was a copy of the official contract signed by both Falcon and Steve Awesome. The words Blood and Iron in bold red print on the top. Underneath there seemed to be a ton of small printed words and legal terms that only seemed to blur together the longer you looked at them. And no matter how you read them they still ultimately meant one thing. There would either be a new National Champion come Crossroads…..or one less member on the roster.
Eric scans the document one last time before he gives up completely. He lets out a sigh of defeat and pulls his eye glasses up so that they rested on the top of his head. He then spins around in his chair, away from his office desk and lamp to the shadow of another person occupying the same room.
“It’s airtight.”
The Resistance commentator reveals.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to find a loophole in this Steve.”
He closes his eyes tight, fearing some kind of bad reaction from the former champion of the world but he soon realizes that he wasn’t going to get much of a reaction at all.
“Steve? Are you even listening to me?”
Eric Hardy waves his hand in front of the face of the distracted Steve Awesome. The wave does it’s job and brings him back to reality and he quickly shoves the source of his distraction, a single red handkerchief, into the front pocket of his home made “Resistance” hoodie. Let’s hear it for iron ons.
“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
Eric crosses his eyebrows.
“I said there’s no loophole in this contract. This is your job were talking about here Steve, you’d think that you’d be a little more attentive of the whole situation.”
Awesome shakes his head.
“Well then it’s a good thing I wasn’t paying attention…..”
Steve reaches out and grabs the contract from Eric’s hand.
“…because I told you earlier that I didn’t need any loopholes. If I win then I win, if I lose then I lose alright? It’s just as simple as that.”
Awesome begins to rise up from his seat but Eric continues on with the conversation.
“No. It’s not that simple. This is the Age of the Revolution were talking about here. What if you get screwed over? What if they pull the same crap they pulled on Hammond last week on you?”
You can hear the alarm in Eric Hardy’s voice growing apparent. Steve on the other hand doesn’t seem too worried…or at least he wasn’t showing it now. He just shrugs his shoulders and continues to get up from his seat, walking toward a mini-fridge in the corner of Hardy’s home office and then starts shuffling through it.
“Then I guess I’m out of a job aren’t I? Hey, do you mind if I grab some O.J?”
“Yeah go for it. You know, not all of us are okay with the idea of you possibly being fired. What happens if Falcon screws you over?”
Steve cracks a smile before taking a gulp of the orange juice. MMMMM pulpy.
“Falcon is not going to screw me over. He may enjoy spreading rumors like a little school girl…..but he isn’t the kind of guy who would go to all this trouble to get me in this match just to intentionally cheat to win. Come on, this is Falcon were talking about here.”
Eric does one of those half nod half head shake moves.
“I don’t know. Up until a month or two ago I thought I knew who Falcon was. But he’s changed. A lot of us have. But fine….how about this? What if Age of the Revolution comes out to screw you over? What will the Resistance do without it’s leader?”
Awesome sets the empty glass on the table.
“Eric……I’m no leader. In order to have a leader you need to have a stable. You need a faction and The Resistance isn’t anything like that.”
“What is it then?”
“To me, The Resistance is a movement. It’s a cause. A cause that A.J, Davey, Jack, you and myself hold very close to our hearts. A movement that I’m willing to put my career on the line for if it means getting even just an inch closer to stopping the Revolution. Guys like Xavier Williams and Jack Hammond don’t trust us because of our pasts and you know what? That’s fine. I’m not asking for there trust. I’m not asking them to wear the hoodie. I’m not even asking them to be my friend. But as long as they fight for nCw….whether it’s alongside us or on there own….as long as nCw has that glimmer of hope…..then everything is good with me.
Eric shakes his head.
“So you’re really going through with this huh?”
Steve shrugs. If he was nervous right now he wouldn’t admit it…..at least not to Eric.
“I signed the contract didn’t I?”
“Well like I said earlier….it’s completely air tight. There’s no going back on it now.”
A smile forms on Steve’s lips.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Whatever Falcon wants….whether it’s me gone for good…or to “save me”…..he’s going to realize that’s he’s going to have to kill me first.”
Eric stands up and shakes his hand.
“That’s what I like to hear. Just do me one favor Steve….bring that National Championship home. Bring it home where it belongs.”
Eric pats Steve on the back as the scene fades.
The scene re-opens to find Steve Awesome standing in the ratty hallway of a lower-end Toronto hotel. He still has on the Resistance hoodie from earlier and a red bandana keeps his hair back. He stares into the handi-cam and just smiles.
“I suppose I should be thrilled right? I suppose I should be walking on cloud nine because the wise old condor is going to come down and swoop me away. Away from the hard life where he’s going to slowly but surely transform me into something he believes is a better version of myself? Or maybe some horrible version of himself? Who knows, I’m not too sure on that. But screw it right? I mean I should just be jumping at the chance to go through the Dr. Falcon twelve step program. Learn the ways of smoking cigarettes and having deep conversations with yourself. Painting your face in a bunch of lovely colors and spreading lies about people just for the hell of it. Yeah, you can send that in the mail with my best of Phillip Burns DVD.”
Awesome begins to gag at the thought.
“Maybe I should just go and dye my hair brown and wear JNCO jeans and pretend I’m Falcon myself. Save the guy so much extra trouble. Yeah, I’ll fly around and eat fruit roll ups. Gliding and flying around high above the trees not a care in the world, except what time Angel wants to meet up for some wings at the bar. But first…what’s this? Oh look it’s a life! Let me swoop down and try and assimilate it into believing my believes. I mean my life must totally suck already if I have to watch Kelly Fox and Adam Knite making out constantly…..Ewww…I bet it’s like watching Boo Radley play tonsil hockey with Olive Oil. No wonder I have to unleash this hell on other people.
Steve extends his arms and begins to fly around in circles as if he were a Falcon flying down to grab it’s prey. But suddenly he starts to struggle as if something beyond his control was forcing him back the other way.
“But wait…whats this? Suddenly I feel this overwhelming urge to…to….butt out. But why? It’s the Falcon way to meddle in everybody’s life, why am I being forced to stop? I don’t understand. I have to spread rumors and lies. KLB has a third nipple, Sexy Jason goes to self esteem classes, Joe Everyman and Vertigo Dirtmurder are the same person.”
He shakes his head.
“No…this isn’t right. I don’t feel like a Falcon. A soaring, majestic, honorable, vicious bird of prey.”
He shakes his head again.
“Instead I feel like an annoying parrot. A creepy little parrot that won’t stop squawking about change. And it blabbers on and on until I just wanna rip each and every feather out of it’s annoying little know it all skull.”
“In case you hadn’t realized Falcon, this is my life were talking about. And I may not have done a lot of things that I’m proud of but I’ll be DAMNED if I’m going to let somebody tell me how to live it. At least never again. And especially not you. I mean…I’m not even too sure where this urge to save me is coming from. Maybe that same place that talks to you in mirrors…..or that other place that urges you to give me a hotel room right around Valentines Day. That’s the set up I was referring too, Sparkles.”
Damn, he swore he wasn’t going to do a gay joke.
“I don’t need your help Falcon. I don’t want your help. If I’m heading down a path where I’m going to fall then I guess I’m just going to have to fall. But I’ll pull myself back out of it and I’ll realize what my mistakes were, and I’ll do that on my own. So thanks but no thanks Falcon. I don’t need your Revolution Kool-Aid.
“All I want is for you to tell the truth for once.”
Awesome stares into the camera before reaching over to turn it off manually.
Static.
Somewhere between happy
and total ****ing wreck
Feet sometimes on solid ground,
sometimes at the edge
To spend your waking moments,
simply killing time
Is to give up on your hopes and dreams,
to give up on your...
Life for you,
has been less than kind
So take a number,
stand in line
We've all been sorry,
we've all been hurt
But how we survive, is what makes us who we are
An obvious disinterest,
a barely managed smile
A deep nod in agreement,
a status quo exile
I shirk my obligations,
I miss all your deadlines
I excel at quitting early,
and ****ing up my life
Life for you,
has been less than kind
So take a number,
stand in line
We've all been sorry,
we've all been hurt
But how we survive, is what makes us who we are
All smiles and sunshine,
a perfect world on a perfect day
Everything always works out,
I have never felt so ****ing great
(Life isn't like this)
(Life isn't like this)
(Life isn't like this)
(Life isn't like this)
(Life isn't like this) Life isn't like this
(Life isn't like this) Life isn't like this
(Life isn't like this) Are we verging on an answer,
or ****ing up our...
Life for you, has been less than kind
So take a number, stand in line
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt
But how we survive, is what makes us who we are
The reflection in Eric Hardy’s glasses quickly give away the source of his frustration. In his hands, was a copy of the official contract signed by both Falcon and Steve Awesome. The words Blood and Iron in bold red print on the top. Underneath there seemed to be a ton of small printed words and legal terms that only seemed to blur together the longer you looked at them. And no matter how you read them they still ultimately meant one thing. There would either be a new National Champion come Crossroads…..or one less member on the roster.
Eric scans the document one last time before he gives up completely. He lets out a sigh of defeat and pulls his eye glasses up so that they rested on the top of his head. He then spins around in his chair, away from his office desk and lamp to the shadow of another person occupying the same room.
“It’s airtight.”
The Resistance commentator reveals.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to find a loophole in this Steve.”
He closes his eyes tight, fearing some kind of bad reaction from the former champion of the world but he soon realizes that he wasn’t going to get much of a reaction at all.
“Steve? Are you even listening to me?”
Eric Hardy waves his hand in front of the face of the distracted Steve Awesome. The wave does it’s job and brings him back to reality and he quickly shoves the source of his distraction, a single red handkerchief, into the front pocket of his home made “Resistance” hoodie. Let’s hear it for iron ons.
“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
Eric crosses his eyebrows.
“I said there’s no loophole in this contract. This is your job were talking about here Steve, you’d think that you’d be a little more attentive of the whole situation.”
Awesome shakes his head.
“Well then it’s a good thing I wasn’t paying attention…..”
Steve reaches out and grabs the contract from Eric’s hand.
“…because I told you earlier that I didn’t need any loopholes. If I win then I win, if I lose then I lose alright? It’s just as simple as that.”
Awesome begins to rise up from his seat but Eric continues on with the conversation.
“No. It’s not that simple. This is the Age of the Revolution were talking about here. What if you get screwed over? What if they pull the same crap they pulled on Hammond last week on you?”
You can hear the alarm in Eric Hardy’s voice growing apparent. Steve on the other hand doesn’t seem too worried…or at least he wasn’t showing it now. He just shrugs his shoulders and continues to get up from his seat, walking toward a mini-fridge in the corner of Hardy’s home office and then starts shuffling through it.
“Then I guess I’m out of a job aren’t I? Hey, do you mind if I grab some O.J?”
“Yeah go for it. You know, not all of us are okay with the idea of you possibly being fired. What happens if Falcon screws you over?”
Steve cracks a smile before taking a gulp of the orange juice. MMMMM pulpy.
“Falcon is not going to screw me over. He may enjoy spreading rumors like a little school girl…..but he isn’t the kind of guy who would go to all this trouble to get me in this match just to intentionally cheat to win. Come on, this is Falcon were talking about here.”
Eric does one of those half nod half head shake moves.
“I don’t know. Up until a month or two ago I thought I knew who Falcon was. But he’s changed. A lot of us have. But fine….how about this? What if Age of the Revolution comes out to screw you over? What will the Resistance do without it’s leader?”
Awesome sets the empty glass on the table.
“Eric……I’m no leader. In order to have a leader you need to have a stable. You need a faction and The Resistance isn’t anything like that.”
“What is it then?”
“To me, The Resistance is a movement. It’s a cause. A cause that A.J, Davey, Jack, you and myself hold very close to our hearts. A movement that I’m willing to put my career on the line for if it means getting even just an inch closer to stopping the Revolution. Guys like Xavier Williams and Jack Hammond don’t trust us because of our pasts and you know what? That’s fine. I’m not asking for there trust. I’m not asking them to wear the hoodie. I’m not even asking them to be my friend. But as long as they fight for nCw….whether it’s alongside us or on there own….as long as nCw has that glimmer of hope…..then everything is good with me.
Eric shakes his head.
“So you’re really going through with this huh?”
Steve shrugs. If he was nervous right now he wouldn’t admit it…..at least not to Eric.
“I signed the contract didn’t I?”
“Well like I said earlier….it’s completely air tight. There’s no going back on it now.”
A smile forms on Steve’s lips.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Whatever Falcon wants….whether it’s me gone for good…or to “save me”…..he’s going to realize that’s he’s going to have to kill me first.”
Eric stands up and shakes his hand.
“That’s what I like to hear. Just do me one favor Steve….bring that National Championship home. Bring it home where it belongs.”
Eric pats Steve on the back as the scene fades.
The scene re-opens to find Steve Awesome standing in the ratty hallway of a lower-end Toronto hotel. He still has on the Resistance hoodie from earlier and a red bandana keeps his hair back. He stares into the handi-cam and just smiles.
“I suppose I should be thrilled right? I suppose I should be walking on cloud nine because the wise old condor is going to come down and swoop me away. Away from the hard life where he’s going to slowly but surely transform me into something he believes is a better version of myself? Or maybe some horrible version of himself? Who knows, I’m not too sure on that. But screw it right? I mean I should just be jumping at the chance to go through the Dr. Falcon twelve step program. Learn the ways of smoking cigarettes and having deep conversations with yourself. Painting your face in a bunch of lovely colors and spreading lies about people just for the hell of it. Yeah, you can send that in the mail with my best of Phillip Burns DVD.”
Awesome begins to gag at the thought.
“Maybe I should just go and dye my hair brown and wear JNCO jeans and pretend I’m Falcon myself. Save the guy so much extra trouble. Yeah, I’ll fly around and eat fruit roll ups. Gliding and flying around high above the trees not a care in the world, except what time Angel wants to meet up for some wings at the bar. But first…what’s this? Oh look it’s a life! Let me swoop down and try and assimilate it into believing my believes. I mean my life must totally suck already if I have to watch Kelly Fox and Adam Knite making out constantly…..Ewww…I bet it’s like watching Boo Radley play tonsil hockey with Olive Oil. No wonder I have to unleash this hell on other people.
Steve extends his arms and begins to fly around in circles as if he were a Falcon flying down to grab it’s prey. But suddenly he starts to struggle as if something beyond his control was forcing him back the other way.
“But wait…whats this? Suddenly I feel this overwhelming urge to…to….butt out. But why? It’s the Falcon way to meddle in everybody’s life, why am I being forced to stop? I don’t understand. I have to spread rumors and lies. KLB has a third nipple, Sexy Jason goes to self esteem classes, Joe Everyman and Vertigo Dirtmurder are the same person.”
He shakes his head.
“No…this isn’t right. I don’t feel like a Falcon. A soaring, majestic, honorable, vicious bird of prey.”
He shakes his head again.
“Instead I feel like an annoying parrot. A creepy little parrot that won’t stop squawking about change. And it blabbers on and on until I just wanna rip each and every feather out of it’s annoying little know it all skull.”
“In case you hadn’t realized Falcon, this is my life were talking about. And I may not have done a lot of things that I’m proud of but I’ll be DAMNED if I’m going to let somebody tell me how to live it. At least never again. And especially not you. I mean…I’m not even too sure where this urge to save me is coming from. Maybe that same place that talks to you in mirrors…..or that other place that urges you to give me a hotel room right around Valentines Day. That’s the set up I was referring too, Sparkles.”
Damn, he swore he wasn’t going to do a gay joke.
“I don’t need your help Falcon. I don’t want your help. If I’m heading down a path where I’m going to fall then I guess I’m just going to have to fall. But I’ll pull myself back out of it and I’ll realize what my mistakes were, and I’ll do that on my own. So thanks but no thanks Falcon. I don’t need your Revolution Kool-Aid.
“All I want is for you to tell the truth for once.”
Awesome stares into the camera before reaching over to turn it off manually.
Static.
Somewhere between happy
and total ****ing wreck
Feet sometimes on solid ground,
sometimes at the edge
To spend your waking moments,
simply killing time
Is to give up on your hopes and dreams,
to give up on your...
Life for you,
has been less than kind
So take a number,
stand in line
We've all been sorry,
we've all been hurt
But how we survive, is what makes us who we are
An obvious disinterest,
a barely managed smile
A deep nod in agreement,
a status quo exile
I shirk my obligations,
I miss all your deadlines
I excel at quitting early,
and ****ing up my life
Life for you,
has been less than kind
So take a number,
stand in line
We've all been sorry,
we've all been hurt
But how we survive, is what makes us who we are
All smiles and sunshine,
a perfect world on a perfect day
Everything always works out,
I have never felt so ****ing great
(Life isn't like this)
(Life isn't like this)
(Life isn't like this)
(Life isn't like this)
(Life isn't like this) Life isn't like this
(Life isn't like this) Life isn't like this
(Life isn't like this) Are we verging on an answer,
or ****ing up our...
Life for you, has been less than kind
So take a number, stand in line
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt
But how we survive, is what makes us who we are