Post by Steve Awesome on Sept 13, 2009 3:52:10 GMT -6
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. Just another wonderful day in a neighborhood not to far from Detroit City. A mail carrier walks the sidewalk with his mail bag and takes a turn up a drive way and down the walk way up to the porch were the mail box was built. Just as the mailman does his job, the front door to the house swings open and out steps Steve Awesome.
Mailman: “Got your mail here, Steve.”
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a small stack of letters one of note had the nCw logo on the envelope. Steve smiles and gives a quick salute of appreciation.
“Thanks Jack.”
Jack gives a welcoming nod and goes on his way. Steve places the mail by his side and turns around and heads back inside his house. Inside, dressed in one of his old t-shirts and greeting him with a kiss was Mandi Matthews. The girl he had been talking about for awhile now.
“Good morning.”
She says, looking into his eyes and keeping her arms wrapped around him. He stared back at her with the same type of affection that she showed him. Seems like Steve had been doing more than just getting hit in the head by a breif case by some prepubescent punk for the past two weeks.
“Right back at you, sweet cheeks.”
The Awesome one responded, in that usual charm he often shows. Mandi smiles, but her eyes catch a glimpse of the letters currently in his hand.
“Get anything good?”
She lets him go and points at the his handful of mail. Steve raises it up to eye level and shrugs as he flips through them all.
“Bill, bill, bill, junk mail, post card from my grandma, bill, letter from nCw, bill, bill-”
“Wait, letter from nCw? What is that about?”
Another shrug comes from the National Champion, as he sticks that letter back with the rest of the stack and sets it on the table by the door.
“Who cares? Probably some contract mumbo jumbo. That entry level one that Falcon made me sign is probably up soon. It’s no big deal.”
“Don’t you want to resign? How could you leave nCw?”
Mandi grabs the letter from the pile but Steve grabs it back.
“Of course I’ll resign. Nothing could pull me away from nCw. But there’s time later for all that boring business stuff. I’d rather just hang out here with you.”
Mandi blushes from the sugary compliment from the Awesome One. Steve extends his hand and Mandi takes it in hers as they walk down the hallway into the living room. They turn the corner and enter the spacious family room and that’s when they find Jayson Matthews, dressed in a Hazmat suit and spraying everything with frebreeze. Steve and Mandi both look at each other in utter confusion. Jayson looks up and spots them standing there. A muffled voice comes from inside the suit.
“I hered about Steve’s cooties.”
He points to the mask and shakes the frebreeze spray.
“Can never be too careful when your dealing with cooties.”
Awesome sighs and walks up and pulls the mask off of Jayson who instantly clutches his throat and starts gasping for air. Steve watches as Jayson falls to his knees.
“Dude…..I don’t have cooties. What am I saying? There’s not even a such thing as cooties.”
Jayson shakes his head and tries to talk without breathing in too much of the air around him.
“That’s….what….the cooties…..want…me…too…think…..”
Jayson keeps his mouth closed tight so he doesn’t get infected. Steve and Mandi watch in slight amusement as Jayson seems to fade away and die from lack of oxygen. A few minutes later Jayson picks himself back up, now realizing the air is perfectly fine.
“That’s the last time I believe a word Adam Knite says.”
Jayson dusts himself off as Steve nods his head.
“Yeah. You shouldn’t believe anybody who once believed he was a “raptor from the prehistoric era”. It’s probably going to lead you down the wrong path.”
Jayson smiles and nods.
“Agreed….”
Fade…..
Oh my God it’s back again……it’s promo time folks. The Steve Awesome Special Handi-Cam 3000 is up and running once again and the National Champion is staring right back into it. Steve reaches forward and pulls the camera in towards him so that it can get a close up shot of his forehead.
“See that Cameron?”
A Steve Awesome finger finds its way into the shot and points at a small lump present on his forehead.
“That’s what you did, kiddo. When you hit me not once, but twice with a breif case. It’s not bad, but you know I’ve been beaten up worse. But also…..check this out.”
Steve moves the camera down and that’s when you see his face. A hard stare radiates from the National Champion’s face and you could just tell he wasn’t exactly happy. Steve moves his index finger down and point’s directly at his face.
“You also did this, Cam. And I know your fairly new to this company and you might not exactly know how things work around here and you might not understand entirely, so I’ll just tell you straight up kid.”
Steve steps forward, running his hand through his brown hair so nothing could block the cold hard gaze Steve had on the camera lens.
“You don’t want me to make this face.”
Steve shakes his head.
“Because when I make this face, it means I’m only looking at you. Mike Honcho can go mustache ride himself for all I care, I’m only looking at you. When I make this face, it means you got my undivided attention. When I make this face, it means I plan on getting even!
Steve’s lip quivers into a confident grin.
“Coming up, on Battlegrounds, if you want this National Championship, your going to have to earn it Cameron. The floor is yours kid, this is your moment to shine, this is the moment where you show the world WHY your demanding them to give YOU attention. This is going to be the match of your career, your moment to shine, it’s why you bashed me over the head. To prove your not some flash in the pan rookie and that the fans and the roster alike should remember your name.”
A small chuckle comes from his lips as he shrugs his shoulders.
“You want that Cameron? You want that moment to come for you at Battlegrounds? Come get it. Walk into the American Airlines Arena and stare back at this face and take my belt. You want it, then it could be yours for the taking. But you have to be ready, Cameron. Because I’m going to make you EARN it! Ask Falcon how it is, go ahead and ask Spike if I’m for real…..rest assured Cameron…..
Steve nods, ready for the battle ahead of him.
“I’ll make you earn it!”
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Mailman: “Got your mail here, Steve.”
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a small stack of letters one of note had the nCw logo on the envelope. Steve smiles and gives a quick salute of appreciation.
“Thanks Jack.”
Jack gives a welcoming nod and goes on his way. Steve places the mail by his side and turns around and heads back inside his house. Inside, dressed in one of his old t-shirts and greeting him with a kiss was Mandi Matthews. The girl he had been talking about for awhile now.
“Good morning.”
She says, looking into his eyes and keeping her arms wrapped around him. He stared back at her with the same type of affection that she showed him. Seems like Steve had been doing more than just getting hit in the head by a breif case by some prepubescent punk for the past two weeks.
“Right back at you, sweet cheeks.”
The Awesome one responded, in that usual charm he often shows. Mandi smiles, but her eyes catch a glimpse of the letters currently in his hand.
“Get anything good?”
She lets him go and points at the his handful of mail. Steve raises it up to eye level and shrugs as he flips through them all.
“Bill, bill, bill, junk mail, post card from my grandma, bill, letter from nCw, bill, bill-”
“Wait, letter from nCw? What is that about?”
Another shrug comes from the National Champion, as he sticks that letter back with the rest of the stack and sets it on the table by the door.
“Who cares? Probably some contract mumbo jumbo. That entry level one that Falcon made me sign is probably up soon. It’s no big deal.”
“Don’t you want to resign? How could you leave nCw?”
Mandi grabs the letter from the pile but Steve grabs it back.
“Of course I’ll resign. Nothing could pull me away from nCw. But there’s time later for all that boring business stuff. I’d rather just hang out here with you.”
Mandi blushes from the sugary compliment from the Awesome One. Steve extends his hand and Mandi takes it in hers as they walk down the hallway into the living room. They turn the corner and enter the spacious family room and that’s when they find Jayson Matthews, dressed in a Hazmat suit and spraying everything with frebreeze. Steve and Mandi both look at each other in utter confusion. Jayson looks up and spots them standing there. A muffled voice comes from inside the suit.
“I hered about Steve’s cooties.”
He points to the mask and shakes the frebreeze spray.
“Can never be too careful when your dealing with cooties.”
Awesome sighs and walks up and pulls the mask off of Jayson who instantly clutches his throat and starts gasping for air. Steve watches as Jayson falls to his knees.
“Dude…..I don’t have cooties. What am I saying? There’s not even a such thing as cooties.”
Jayson shakes his head and tries to talk without breathing in too much of the air around him.
“That’s….what….the cooties…..want…me…too…think…..”
Jayson keeps his mouth closed tight so he doesn’t get infected. Steve and Mandi watch in slight amusement as Jayson seems to fade away and die from lack of oxygen. A few minutes later Jayson picks himself back up, now realizing the air is perfectly fine.
“That’s the last time I believe a word Adam Knite says.”
Jayson dusts himself off as Steve nods his head.
“Yeah. You shouldn’t believe anybody who once believed he was a “raptor from the prehistoric era”. It’s probably going to lead you down the wrong path.”
Jayson smiles and nods.
“Agreed….”
Fade…..
Oh my God it’s back again……it’s promo time folks. The Steve Awesome Special Handi-Cam 3000 is up and running once again and the National Champion is staring right back into it. Steve reaches forward and pulls the camera in towards him so that it can get a close up shot of his forehead.
“See that Cameron?”
A Steve Awesome finger finds its way into the shot and points at a small lump present on his forehead.
“That’s what you did, kiddo. When you hit me not once, but twice with a breif case. It’s not bad, but you know I’ve been beaten up worse. But also…..check this out.”
Steve moves the camera down and that’s when you see his face. A hard stare radiates from the National Champion’s face and you could just tell he wasn’t exactly happy. Steve moves his index finger down and point’s directly at his face.
“You also did this, Cam. And I know your fairly new to this company and you might not exactly know how things work around here and you might not understand entirely, so I’ll just tell you straight up kid.”
Steve steps forward, running his hand through his brown hair so nothing could block the cold hard gaze Steve had on the camera lens.
“You don’t want me to make this face.”
Steve shakes his head.
“Because when I make this face, it means I’m only looking at you. Mike Honcho can go mustache ride himself for all I care, I’m only looking at you. When I make this face, it means you got my undivided attention. When I make this face, it means I plan on getting even!
Steve’s lip quivers into a confident grin.
“Coming up, on Battlegrounds, if you want this National Championship, your going to have to earn it Cameron. The floor is yours kid, this is your moment to shine, this is the moment where you show the world WHY your demanding them to give YOU attention. This is going to be the match of your career, your moment to shine, it’s why you bashed me over the head. To prove your not some flash in the pan rookie and that the fans and the roster alike should remember your name.”
A small chuckle comes from his lips as he shrugs his shoulders.
“You want that Cameron? You want that moment to come for you at Battlegrounds? Come get it. Walk into the American Airlines Arena and stare back at this face and take my belt. You want it, then it could be yours for the taking. But you have to be ready, Cameron. Because I’m going to make you EARN it! Ask Falcon how it is, go ahead and ask Spike if I’m for real…..rest assured Cameron…..
Steve nods, ready for the battle ahead of him.
“I’ll make you earn it!”
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