Post by Steve Awesome on Jul 5, 2009 10:26:42 GMT -6
(first of all, I had wrote this last night in response to Harolds rp. Was going to finish it up and post after I went with my friend to Wal-Mart to buy UFC: Undisputed. Well we never made it. He got pulled over for speeding and we both ended up spending a night in jail. Some I’m posting it now just because I told Harold I have a second and I don’t want this rp to go to waste.)
The scene opens, Steve Awesome is standing in front of his handi-cam again. The look on his face made him fed up. He shakes his head, as if he were saying “You don’t get it”.
“Fear?”
He raises an eyebrow. Was Harold serious?
“Oh you have fear now?”
He flashes a grin.
“Good.”
“You know for two months….TWO DAMN MONTHS…..I had been wishing….hoping…..preying that somehow you would know what it’s like. That you would know what it’s like to live your life wondering what somebody else was going to do. Feeling like there was nothing you could do to stop somebody because they seemed to have an answer for everything you through at them. I just wished that somehow you would feel at least one iota of the fear and stress that you put me through for the past month and a half.”
He shakes his head. He keeps swallowing to hold back the tears that were trying to get to the surface.
“And now I can rest easy knowing that somewhere in that screwed up brain of yours that you are afraid. You are worried about what I might do at Picture Perfect, worried about what I might reveal. And I know, it’s not much. Monsters like you aren’t effected by fear, they merely acknowledge it and continue. Fear isn’t going to hinder you like it did me. But see that’s the difference between me and you Harold. See I’m just a regular guy. I’m just a guy named Steve Bates from a suburb west of Detroit. When fear enters my life, especially when it’s fear that my family is in danger, I can’t take it. Because I love them, and I don’t want anything to happen to them. So I played the martyr. I was willing to let you hurt me so you didn’t hurt them. Because I couldn’t bare to see them hurt because I love them. And no matter what I did in the past, no matter what I may end up doing in the future…..I’m always going to love them and I’d always do anything I can for them.”
“But you…..”
He points his finger into the camera, as if he were pointing at Harold.
“Your incapable of truly loving another person. In fact, I don’t think you even know what love is. Maybe you could, but Homeless Harold is a monster. He’s gone way beyond the dark side. Jackie never loved that monster, and Hope may have been naïve at first but now she see’s past the front you put up. Harold your days of tormenting and harming the other wrestlers is over because now that you know fear…it’s only the beginning. Your already starting your downward spiral, your already heading down the same path I went. And it’s only a matter of time before you’ve truly broken.”
“So have I gotten past my own fear? No. I haven’t. It’s still there. Only this time it’s a different fear. A new thing to be afraid of. See Harold, I’m well aware that your not just going to let me walk out of Picture Perfect alive. I know you want to end this thing once and for all. But so am I. And I’m afraid of the things I might do in order to make sure it’s me who walks out. I’m afraid of what the world might think after I do some of the things I’m planning. After were done fighting Harold, because this has gone way beyond just a wrestling match, after were done fighting people are going to feel differently. I’m afraid that…..after its all said and done…..people might look at me like a monster. But I won’t let it hold me back….
Steve takes another step, closer to the camera. His eyes had black bags under them, they seemed red, tired, but there was a spark of determination that made you realize that at this point nothing else mattered until that match takes place.
“At Picture Perfect….I’m either going to win and leave you mask less in the center of the ring…..”
….or die trying.”
Static.
“Fear?”
He raises an eyebrow. Was Harold serious?
“Oh you have fear now?”
He flashes a grin.
“Good.”
“You know for two months….TWO DAMN MONTHS…..I had been wishing….hoping…..preying that somehow you would know what it’s like. That you would know what it’s like to live your life wondering what somebody else was going to do. Feeling like there was nothing you could do to stop somebody because they seemed to have an answer for everything you through at them. I just wished that somehow you would feel at least one iota of the fear and stress that you put me through for the past month and a half.”
He shakes his head. He keeps swallowing to hold back the tears that were trying to get to the surface.
“And now I can rest easy knowing that somewhere in that screwed up brain of yours that you are afraid. You are worried about what I might do at Picture Perfect, worried about what I might reveal. And I know, it’s not much. Monsters like you aren’t effected by fear, they merely acknowledge it and continue. Fear isn’t going to hinder you like it did me. But see that’s the difference between me and you Harold. See I’m just a regular guy. I’m just a guy named Steve Bates from a suburb west of Detroit. When fear enters my life, especially when it’s fear that my family is in danger, I can’t take it. Because I love them, and I don’t want anything to happen to them. So I played the martyr. I was willing to let you hurt me so you didn’t hurt them. Because I couldn’t bare to see them hurt because I love them. And no matter what I did in the past, no matter what I may end up doing in the future…..I’m always going to love them and I’d always do anything I can for them.”
“But you…..”
He points his finger into the camera, as if he were pointing at Harold.
“Your incapable of truly loving another person. In fact, I don’t think you even know what love is. Maybe you could, but Homeless Harold is a monster. He’s gone way beyond the dark side. Jackie never loved that monster, and Hope may have been naïve at first but now she see’s past the front you put up. Harold your days of tormenting and harming the other wrestlers is over because now that you know fear…it’s only the beginning. Your already starting your downward spiral, your already heading down the same path I went. And it’s only a matter of time before you’ve truly broken.”
“So have I gotten past my own fear? No. I haven’t. It’s still there. Only this time it’s a different fear. A new thing to be afraid of. See Harold, I’m well aware that your not just going to let me walk out of Picture Perfect alive. I know you want to end this thing once and for all. But so am I. And I’m afraid of the things I might do in order to make sure it’s me who walks out. I’m afraid of what the world might think after I do some of the things I’m planning. After were done fighting Harold, because this has gone way beyond just a wrestling match, after were done fighting people are going to feel differently. I’m afraid that…..after its all said and done…..people might look at me like a monster. But I won’t let it hold me back….
Steve takes another step, closer to the camera. His eyes had black bags under them, they seemed red, tired, but there was a spark of determination that made you realize that at this point nothing else mattered until that match takes place.
“At Picture Perfect….I’m either going to win and leave you mask less in the center of the ring…..”
….or die trying.”
Static.