Post by Steve Awesome on Oct 18, 2009 4:06:29 GMT -6
It’s dusk. An orange sun peaked over the horizon line as a blue mustang drove down an empty road. Eventually it finds it’s destination. A planetarium located somewhere in Minneapolis. Surely, at this hour the building would be closed but that strange letter he received told him to go here at a certain time after sunset. Of course you know who “he” is. He steps out of his car but before he gets out all the way. He dusts off the always classic handi-cam. The one everybody just seems to love nowadays. I guess it’s promo time.
“So what I’m hearing from you, Is you went to great lengths to help me develop a fan base?”
He cocks his head to the side, his eyes squinting into the handi-cam Falcon hates so much, just to make sure he’s serious.
“I don’t know bird lips, but I think me standing up for this company and kicking your ass around for two months made those people like me a bit more than you framing me for beating up Spike. But hey…..you tried real hard and that counts so I guess I’ll just give it to you dude. Good job. You “created” my fan base. And I thank you. Thanks to you, I still sell more t-shirts than you.
He smiles and nods sticking out the thumbs up and even an A-Ok symbol.
“As for turning me into a good person? No, that had something to do with being dumped by Layla and having her abort my first real chance at a son. You lose two things you actually care about thanks to the devious paths you’ve taken it tends to move a person towards the straight and narrow. No see what you did Falcon, was flutter on down into my life and screw everything up for awhile. You just kept swooping around with your spooky warnings and your vast vocabulary until I finally got the urge to rip out your tail feathers and shove them down your whiny emo throat. Just like I plan on doing again this Sunday at Road to the Gold Three. You know the match that you should be thinking about instead of reminding everyone about the time where I ultimately kicked your ass two months in a row and took the title you had.”
“This Sunday Falcon, it’s me verse you. One on one for the greatest prize in this company. This isn’t about who made what, or any of your crazy Revolution experiments. This is about two of the greatest wrestlers in this company locking it up in the middle of that ring. Yeah I called you one of the greatest. Your world champion, you’re an amazing athlete and even though you act like a smarmy ass jacket like ninety percent of the time….I still have a respect for you and what you’ve accomplished. And I look forward to getting into the ring against you because I do know. I do know that each and every time you climb into the ring you know something new. You have a new technique and a new move that you work on all week special for the type of wrestler your supposed to face or the type of style you have to work to best counter his style. It’s all scientific with you and you utilize it to help you become one of the best this company has today.
But what you have to realize Falcon….is that I strive for the very same thing. If your not here to be the best then what the hell are you hear for? I battled through four men, before that I had matches with some of the best in the world, and pulled off the win. Even when it seems like I have nothing to fight for, I still walk down to that ring and give it absolutely everything I have. I still find a way to overcome even the toughest of obstacles. You may say you’re the one that brought it out of me Falcon, but trust me, I’ve been doing that way before I even knew you existed. Way before I even knew what nCw was and well past the next four stables you either lead or are a part of.”
He pauses for a moment to take a breath. He puts his hand through the cloud of heat that billowed from his mouth as he exhaled and started rubbing on his chin.
“So what happens when two…very stubborn and very prideful men step inside of a ring in front of a sold out crowd in Minneapolis, Minnesota with the nCw World Championship on the line? Well history would lead you to believe that Falcon is going to get another belt taken from him by me. Present day would make you think that Falcon is capable of a lot more then he was six months ago. What does the future hold?”
He shrugs. He had no idea what the outcome would be this Sunday night. But what he did know was that anytime he tried to figure out the answer he felt a familiar feeling appear in the pit of his stomach.”
“I don’t know.
A feeling like somehow, this match was the be all or end all. Like if he couldn’t win the world title…..that would be it.
“But I’m dying to find out.”
Fade
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The handi-cam has since been packed up. We find Steve Awesome lurking around the planetarium somewhere around eleven O’clock. He walks slow, even though he’s curious to find out what was going on, he wasn’t so sure that he’d find any answers. I mean it’s after dark, why in the world would a planetarium be open? Who would be here at this time of night? And that’s when he saw him.
Jimmy Turner.
He comes walking out of the building, pushing his mop bucket in front of him as he does so. Steve crosses his arms and sighs a frustrated breath.
“Jimmy? What the hell are you doing here?”
Jimmy looks up at Steve, with all his cleaning supplies attached to his utility belt he thought it was obvious.
Jimmy Turner: I’m cleaning up. The company only really needs me on the weekends and I love being a janitor so…I take jobs in random cities during the week.”
Awesome pays little attention to the explanation. He was a bit irritated to find out that this secret meeting was orchestrated by Jimmy Turner.
“Dude….What have I told you about hanging out? I don’t want to hang out with you because you wanna take off your pants every time you eat food. Wich is all the time!”
Jimmy seems to take offense to that comment.
Jimmy Turner: I told you already….pants get in the way of my natural eating flow. It’s a health thing! Besides…..what are you doing here? It’s past eleven o’clock already.”
“What? Did you not ask me to come here in a letter?”
Jimmy finds Steve’s question laughable and walks past him, heading towards his car.
Jimmy Turner: Are you kidding me? It’s All-You-Can-Eat Rib Night down at the twenty four hour burger shack. I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”
Jimmy starts to salivate at the thought.
Jimmy Turner: Twelve hours of rib flavored, pants less bliss.”
Steve Awesome shudders at the very sickening thought.
“Please spare me the details.”
Turner rubs his tummy and licks his lips.
Jimmy Turner: “Mmmmm…..spare ribs.”
The nCw janitor does an about face and heads straight for his car. Steve stands near the front doors of the building and watches as Jimmy loads up his things, gets in his car and drives off, leaving him alone.
“So now what?”
He thought to himself out loud. Leaning against the wall next to the door that Jimmy Turner walked out of. As he stood there, he thought he noticed a car driving into the lot and he takes a few steps forward to see for sure. It turns out to be nothing and he goes to lean back against the wall and hit’s the handicap entrance button. Suddenly, the door swings open.
“What the? I guess Turner forgot to lock the door.”
Steve starts to close the door and that’s when a strange group of flashing lights catches his attention. The place was closed down, why would anything be running? Perhaps Jimmy was so entranced by his pork buffet that he forgot to turn off a machine? Or maybe it was the person he was suppose to meet’s signal. He walks inside the building and walks in the direction of the flashing lights. It was a light show room. It was showing the solar system of our galaxy.
“Hello? Is anybody in here?”
Steve scans the room, the control booth, the tech rooms, but nobody seemed to be here. He called out again.
“Hello!? Who is in this room? What’s going on here?”
And still nobody answered. He looks back up at the ceiling where the solar system tour was mysterious going on, watching it as it makes it to Neptune and mentions Pluto. But then the lights start to go crazy! Red’s, greens, blues, yellows, purple’s, orange’s, all flashing around violently. Enough to make you dizzy or light headed. The big screen starts to move around seemingly though the space it seemed to show, faster and faster. Steve can’t take it all at once and he falls back into the chair behind him. The screen maneuvers past a group of asteroids, around a comet, and narrowly gets by a black hole. Until finally, it reaches another planet. One on the other side of the galaxy. No name to identify it, just an image of a strange floating rock in the middle of deep space.
Steve finally get’s his bearings together to be able to sit up and look around. Now he knew somebody was here.
“Nice light show….now show yourself.”
He looks around the room, but it still looks just as empty as it did before he almost crapped himself. More creeped out then he wants to be, he just decides to get out of there.
“Fine…you don’t wanna come out. Then I’m leaving.”
Steve heads for the door but before he leaves……
“STEVE AWESOME!”
The voice explodes from the speakers in a booming “This is CNN” kind of voice. It shakes the whole room causing Steve to almost lose his balance. He grips onto the arm of a nearby chair to steady himself as he looks around.
“Jesus tap dancing Christ.”
He says out loud, fear in his eyes. There’s nobody in the room and yet, somebody is talking to him.
“Good guess primate, but your wrong. I’ll give you a hint.”
The voice now lower and a bit more familiar now.
“I’m blank blank, and I’m out of this world!”
To be continued…….
“So what I’m hearing from you, Is you went to great lengths to help me develop a fan base?”
He cocks his head to the side, his eyes squinting into the handi-cam Falcon hates so much, just to make sure he’s serious.
“I don’t know bird lips, but I think me standing up for this company and kicking your ass around for two months made those people like me a bit more than you framing me for beating up Spike. But hey…..you tried real hard and that counts so I guess I’ll just give it to you dude. Good job. You “created” my fan base. And I thank you. Thanks to you, I still sell more t-shirts than you.
He smiles and nods sticking out the thumbs up and even an A-Ok symbol.
“As for turning me into a good person? No, that had something to do with being dumped by Layla and having her abort my first real chance at a son. You lose two things you actually care about thanks to the devious paths you’ve taken it tends to move a person towards the straight and narrow. No see what you did Falcon, was flutter on down into my life and screw everything up for awhile. You just kept swooping around with your spooky warnings and your vast vocabulary until I finally got the urge to rip out your tail feathers and shove them down your whiny emo throat. Just like I plan on doing again this Sunday at Road to the Gold Three. You know the match that you should be thinking about instead of reminding everyone about the time where I ultimately kicked your ass two months in a row and took the title you had.”
“This Sunday Falcon, it’s me verse you. One on one for the greatest prize in this company. This isn’t about who made what, or any of your crazy Revolution experiments. This is about two of the greatest wrestlers in this company locking it up in the middle of that ring. Yeah I called you one of the greatest. Your world champion, you’re an amazing athlete and even though you act like a smarmy ass jacket like ninety percent of the time….I still have a respect for you and what you’ve accomplished. And I look forward to getting into the ring against you because I do know. I do know that each and every time you climb into the ring you know something new. You have a new technique and a new move that you work on all week special for the type of wrestler your supposed to face or the type of style you have to work to best counter his style. It’s all scientific with you and you utilize it to help you become one of the best this company has today.
But what you have to realize Falcon….is that I strive for the very same thing. If your not here to be the best then what the hell are you hear for? I battled through four men, before that I had matches with some of the best in the world, and pulled off the win. Even when it seems like I have nothing to fight for, I still walk down to that ring and give it absolutely everything I have. I still find a way to overcome even the toughest of obstacles. You may say you’re the one that brought it out of me Falcon, but trust me, I’ve been doing that way before I even knew you existed. Way before I even knew what nCw was and well past the next four stables you either lead or are a part of.”
He pauses for a moment to take a breath. He puts his hand through the cloud of heat that billowed from his mouth as he exhaled and started rubbing on his chin.
“So what happens when two…very stubborn and very prideful men step inside of a ring in front of a sold out crowd in Minneapolis, Minnesota with the nCw World Championship on the line? Well history would lead you to believe that Falcon is going to get another belt taken from him by me. Present day would make you think that Falcon is capable of a lot more then he was six months ago. What does the future hold?”
He shrugs. He had no idea what the outcome would be this Sunday night. But what he did know was that anytime he tried to figure out the answer he felt a familiar feeling appear in the pit of his stomach.”
“I don’t know.
A feeling like somehow, this match was the be all or end all. Like if he couldn’t win the world title…..that would be it.
“But I’m dying to find out.”
Fade
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The handi-cam has since been packed up. We find Steve Awesome lurking around the planetarium somewhere around eleven O’clock. He walks slow, even though he’s curious to find out what was going on, he wasn’t so sure that he’d find any answers. I mean it’s after dark, why in the world would a planetarium be open? Who would be here at this time of night? And that’s when he saw him.
Jimmy Turner.
He comes walking out of the building, pushing his mop bucket in front of him as he does so. Steve crosses his arms and sighs a frustrated breath.
“Jimmy? What the hell are you doing here?”
Jimmy looks up at Steve, with all his cleaning supplies attached to his utility belt he thought it was obvious.
Jimmy Turner: I’m cleaning up. The company only really needs me on the weekends and I love being a janitor so…I take jobs in random cities during the week.”
Awesome pays little attention to the explanation. He was a bit irritated to find out that this secret meeting was orchestrated by Jimmy Turner.
“Dude….What have I told you about hanging out? I don’t want to hang out with you because you wanna take off your pants every time you eat food. Wich is all the time!”
Jimmy seems to take offense to that comment.
Jimmy Turner: I told you already….pants get in the way of my natural eating flow. It’s a health thing! Besides…..what are you doing here? It’s past eleven o’clock already.”
“What? Did you not ask me to come here in a letter?”
Jimmy finds Steve’s question laughable and walks past him, heading towards his car.
Jimmy Turner: Are you kidding me? It’s All-You-Can-Eat Rib Night down at the twenty four hour burger shack. I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”
Jimmy starts to salivate at the thought.
Jimmy Turner: Twelve hours of rib flavored, pants less bliss.”
Steve Awesome shudders at the very sickening thought.
“Please spare me the details.”
Turner rubs his tummy and licks his lips.
Jimmy Turner: “Mmmmm…..spare ribs.”
The nCw janitor does an about face and heads straight for his car. Steve stands near the front doors of the building and watches as Jimmy loads up his things, gets in his car and drives off, leaving him alone.
“So now what?”
He thought to himself out loud. Leaning against the wall next to the door that Jimmy Turner walked out of. As he stood there, he thought he noticed a car driving into the lot and he takes a few steps forward to see for sure. It turns out to be nothing and he goes to lean back against the wall and hit’s the handicap entrance button. Suddenly, the door swings open.
“What the? I guess Turner forgot to lock the door.”
Steve starts to close the door and that’s when a strange group of flashing lights catches his attention. The place was closed down, why would anything be running? Perhaps Jimmy was so entranced by his pork buffet that he forgot to turn off a machine? Or maybe it was the person he was suppose to meet’s signal. He walks inside the building and walks in the direction of the flashing lights. It was a light show room. It was showing the solar system of our galaxy.
“Hello? Is anybody in here?”
Steve scans the room, the control booth, the tech rooms, but nobody seemed to be here. He called out again.
“Hello!? Who is in this room? What’s going on here?”
And still nobody answered. He looks back up at the ceiling where the solar system tour was mysterious going on, watching it as it makes it to Neptune and mentions Pluto. But then the lights start to go crazy! Red’s, greens, blues, yellows, purple’s, orange’s, all flashing around violently. Enough to make you dizzy or light headed. The big screen starts to move around seemingly though the space it seemed to show, faster and faster. Steve can’t take it all at once and he falls back into the chair behind him. The screen maneuvers past a group of asteroids, around a comet, and narrowly gets by a black hole. Until finally, it reaches another planet. One on the other side of the galaxy. No name to identify it, just an image of a strange floating rock in the middle of deep space.
Steve finally get’s his bearings together to be able to sit up and look around. Now he knew somebody was here.
“Nice light show….now show yourself.”
He looks around the room, but it still looks just as empty as it did before he almost crapped himself. More creeped out then he wants to be, he just decides to get out of there.
“Fine…you don’t wanna come out. Then I’m leaving.”
Steve heads for the door but before he leaves……
“STEVE AWESOME!”
The voice explodes from the speakers in a booming “This is CNN” kind of voice. It shakes the whole room causing Steve to almost lose his balance. He grips onto the arm of a nearby chair to steady himself as he looks around.
“Jesus tap dancing Christ.”
He says out loud, fear in his eyes. There’s nobody in the room and yet, somebody is talking to him.
“Good guess primate, but your wrong. I’ll give you a hint.”
The voice now lower and a bit more familiar now.
“I’m blank blank, and I’m out of this world!”
To be continued…….
