Post by Steve Awesome on Oct 18, 2009 6:02:21 GMT -6
(ooc: continued from the last rp)
His eyes widen! He knew that catchphrase anywhere.
“Tr-”
“Shhhhh! Don’t say it! You know nCw can’t afford the royalties.”
Awesome loosens the arm rest he had held onto for dear life. That voice, the jokes, the catchphrases. This was the exact guy that he thought it was. There was so much he wanted to say, to do, to apologize for.
“Dude…..what in the hell is going on? Where in the Hell are you? I can’t see you.”
He looks around, hoping to get a glimpse but again nothing.
“I’m certainly not there. I’ve never really cared for Earth all that much. Although I always enjoyed my netflix subscription. But this isn’t about netflix. I wanted to show you something. Look into the screen.”
Steve looks a little cautious about doing so.
“I swear, if a screaming demon chick pops out at me I’m gonna kick your intergalactic ass!”
“Damn it! I was so looking forward to freaking you out. It’s a classic.”
Steve nods his head.
“One time, I showed it to The Ace and he peed a little in his pants.”
They both laugh out loud.
“Oh man…The Ace sure does suck. But like everything else in the universe, this isn’t about The Ace either. It’s about you Steve, and how far you’ve fallen.”
Awesome puts his hand on his chest and his head jerks back in confusion.
“Fallen? Me? What are you talking about man?”
“Your doubting yourself at every turn. You act all tough, blurt out a few witty insults and just continue to go through the motions.”
Awesome sneers at the comment.
“Dude….your starting to sound like Falcon.”
“Well I hate to say it but the dude’s right. He may analyze the people around him without anyone asking him like he’s some sort of Frasier Krane, Doctor Phil hybrid, but he’s got a point. What’s with you? Your definitely a whole lot different then that asshole that broke my wrist.”
Awesome tugs at his left wrist and hangs his head.
“I’m sorry about that. But those were different times then dude, I’m a different guy now.”
“Pfft…I’ve noticed.”
He crosses his eyebrows and stares up at the screen.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I agree. You really have changed. Into some kind of noble, predictable, jerk me off because I did stuff, wannabe superman. Everything is so…cut and paste. You have no soul. Back when you rolled with me, back when you had the audacity to shatter my wrist into a million pieces…..at least you did it with flair. At least you did it for a reason. But these days…..there’s no real rhyme or reason to why you’re here, is there?”
Steve searched in his mind for the right words to say, but everything that “Trent” was telling him was right.
“What are you really fighting for?”
That had been the million dollar question on Steve’s mind for weeks now. But he couldn’t admit it. Not to “Trent”, not to Falcon, not to anybody. Instead he shoves the question away.
“What’s left? Man, I’m a former world champion. I’m part of the Hall of Fame. A Triple Crown Winner. I’ve beaten everybody there is to beat.”
“Cut the crap! You won the world title by cheating, your Hall of Fame status is warranted by a year of being a butt-facking douche bag. Is that really something to be proud of? To sit on and be content with?”
Even though the words stung, he could feel the truth in them. The same thing falcon had been saying in a round a bout way but he ignored was now smack dab in his face.
“What do you want me to do? Start attacking people, jumping them from behind? Break more wrists to get what I want? I’m sorry dude, but that’s just not me anymore.”
“No. Of course not. That crap hurts. That part of you was sick, twisted and he just didn’t care…but lord he got the job done. If you had the mentality of the old Steve Awesome…..the one I saw all that potential in minus the backstabbing and the cheap shots……you’d be unstoppable. You need to be the Blast of Class Steve…..you need to be “Everybody’s Favorite” again…..for the Love of God…..you need to be the Innovator of *bleep*in Awesomeness!”
He lowers his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes. His face invisible due to the shadows of the hair mixing with the darkness of the room.
“What if I can’t? What if he doesn’t exist anymore?”
“He does. He’s been wanting to come out ever since your pushed him aside. Just remember how it feels to never take no for an answer. To be in your face, to be the real Steve Awesome. Show Falcon what a real world champion is all about. Win the belt the real way! The honorable way. Repave your legacy Steve, prove to the world why you really and truly are the face of the franchise!”
And suddenly, for the first time in months, everything seemed to make sense. He had answers for all the questions he had been asking. He knew what he needed to do. If it happened on Sunday night, however, is another question left unanswered.
“Oh….and before I go. I do want you to look at this.”
The ceiling projector scrambles for a second and suddenly starts showing clips of Steve as a young wrestler. Moving up through the ranks of the wrestling world then suddenly it cuts to….
“Never Gonna Give You up! Never gonna let you down……”
“Trent’s” voice starts to laugh out loud.
“HA! Got you with the Rick Roll! Oh man that NEVER get’s old!”
Fade out on “Trent”s laughter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Steve Awesome shoots awake from his bed and instantly remembers the night before. He runs out into the living room where Jayson and Mandi Matthews were sitting watching TV.
“Mandi! Jayson! You’ll never guess what happened to me last night! I went into the planetarium and I had this weird intergalactic conversation with Trent effing Hel-”
Jayson shushes him.
“Dude! Don’t finish that name! You know nCw can’t afford to pay the royalties.”
Mandi nods at her boyfriend.
“Yeah. And besides when you came home last night you said nothing happened. You waited an hour after Turner left and then went home. Nobody ever showed up.”
“Seriously?”
He looks at both of them and they both nod, confirming that he had been in his home the whole night.
“Wow….I guess it must have been a dream. Oh man, but it was so vivid and life like.”
“I hate that crap dude. You think something is really happening but then it all just turns out to be a dream. It’s kind of a jip if you ask me.”
Steve stands up from the sofa.
“Tell me about it.”
“Babe…where are you going?”
He smiles back at her.
“Just out to the garage…there’s something I need to get.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We find Steve Awesome inside the garage of his home. A small five by eight inch box in his hands. He stare’s at the case like it belonged to Pandora.
“Oh…I’m ready Falcon.”
He looks up at the camera, his green eyes roar with a fire you hadn’t seen in months. Hell, almost a year.
“No shortcuts. No excuses.”
He wipes away some dust that may have settled on the box.
“This Sunday. It’s just you. Me. And that world title. I will win this match. And if I don’t….I won’t stop trying until I do. This Sunday,
“It’s time to nut up or shut up!”
He carefully removes the top of the box and sets it aside.
“And if you didn’t know that by now……”
He reaches into the box and pulls out a pair of avaiator sunglasses. The letters I.O.A emblazoned on the lenses in sparkling letters. He slides them onto his face and the immediately feel right. His smile contorts into that cocky smirk he used to be known for.
“….prepare to be Awesomely Informed!”
Static.
“Tr-”
“Shhhhh! Don’t say it! You know nCw can’t afford the royalties.”
Awesome loosens the arm rest he had held onto for dear life. That voice, the jokes, the catchphrases. This was the exact guy that he thought it was. There was so much he wanted to say, to do, to apologize for.
“Dude…..what in the hell is going on? Where in the Hell are you? I can’t see you.”
He looks around, hoping to get a glimpse but again nothing.
“I’m certainly not there. I’ve never really cared for Earth all that much. Although I always enjoyed my netflix subscription. But this isn’t about netflix. I wanted to show you something. Look into the screen.”
Steve looks a little cautious about doing so.
“I swear, if a screaming demon chick pops out at me I’m gonna kick your intergalactic ass!”
“Damn it! I was so looking forward to freaking you out. It’s a classic.”
Steve nods his head.
“One time, I showed it to The Ace and he peed a little in his pants.”
They both laugh out loud.
“Oh man…The Ace sure does suck. But like everything else in the universe, this isn’t about The Ace either. It’s about you Steve, and how far you’ve fallen.”
Awesome puts his hand on his chest and his head jerks back in confusion.
“Fallen? Me? What are you talking about man?”
“Your doubting yourself at every turn. You act all tough, blurt out a few witty insults and just continue to go through the motions.”
Awesome sneers at the comment.
“Dude….your starting to sound like Falcon.”
“Well I hate to say it but the dude’s right. He may analyze the people around him without anyone asking him like he’s some sort of Frasier Krane, Doctor Phil hybrid, but he’s got a point. What’s with you? Your definitely a whole lot different then that asshole that broke my wrist.”
Awesome tugs at his left wrist and hangs his head.
“I’m sorry about that. But those were different times then dude, I’m a different guy now.”
“Pfft…I’ve noticed.”
He crosses his eyebrows and stares up at the screen.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I agree. You really have changed. Into some kind of noble, predictable, jerk me off because I did stuff, wannabe superman. Everything is so…cut and paste. You have no soul. Back when you rolled with me, back when you had the audacity to shatter my wrist into a million pieces…..at least you did it with flair. At least you did it for a reason. But these days…..there’s no real rhyme or reason to why you’re here, is there?”
Steve searched in his mind for the right words to say, but everything that “Trent” was telling him was right.
“What are you really fighting for?”
That had been the million dollar question on Steve’s mind for weeks now. But he couldn’t admit it. Not to “Trent”, not to Falcon, not to anybody. Instead he shoves the question away.
“What’s left? Man, I’m a former world champion. I’m part of the Hall of Fame. A Triple Crown Winner. I’ve beaten everybody there is to beat.”
“Cut the crap! You won the world title by cheating, your Hall of Fame status is warranted by a year of being a butt-facking douche bag. Is that really something to be proud of? To sit on and be content with?”
Even though the words stung, he could feel the truth in them. The same thing falcon had been saying in a round a bout way but he ignored was now smack dab in his face.
“What do you want me to do? Start attacking people, jumping them from behind? Break more wrists to get what I want? I’m sorry dude, but that’s just not me anymore.”
“No. Of course not. That crap hurts. That part of you was sick, twisted and he just didn’t care…but lord he got the job done. If you had the mentality of the old Steve Awesome…..the one I saw all that potential in minus the backstabbing and the cheap shots……you’d be unstoppable. You need to be the Blast of Class Steve…..you need to be “Everybody’s Favorite” again…..for the Love of God…..you need to be the Innovator of *bleep*in Awesomeness!”
He lowers his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes. His face invisible due to the shadows of the hair mixing with the darkness of the room.
“What if I can’t? What if he doesn’t exist anymore?”
“He does. He’s been wanting to come out ever since your pushed him aside. Just remember how it feels to never take no for an answer. To be in your face, to be the real Steve Awesome. Show Falcon what a real world champion is all about. Win the belt the real way! The honorable way. Repave your legacy Steve, prove to the world why you really and truly are the face of the franchise!”
And suddenly, for the first time in months, everything seemed to make sense. He had answers for all the questions he had been asking. He knew what he needed to do. If it happened on Sunday night, however, is another question left unanswered.
“Oh….and before I go. I do want you to look at this.”
The ceiling projector scrambles for a second and suddenly starts showing clips of Steve as a young wrestler. Moving up through the ranks of the wrestling world then suddenly it cuts to….
“Never Gonna Give You up! Never gonna let you down……”
“Trent’s” voice starts to laugh out loud.
“HA! Got you with the Rick Roll! Oh man that NEVER get’s old!”
Fade out on “Trent”s laughter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Steve Awesome shoots awake from his bed and instantly remembers the night before. He runs out into the living room where Jayson and Mandi Matthews were sitting watching TV.
“Mandi! Jayson! You’ll never guess what happened to me last night! I went into the planetarium and I had this weird intergalactic conversation with Trent effing Hel-”
Jayson shushes him.
“Dude! Don’t finish that name! You know nCw can’t afford to pay the royalties.”
Mandi nods at her boyfriend.
“Yeah. And besides when you came home last night you said nothing happened. You waited an hour after Turner left and then went home. Nobody ever showed up.”
“Seriously?”
He looks at both of them and they both nod, confirming that he had been in his home the whole night.
“Wow….I guess it must have been a dream. Oh man, but it was so vivid and life like.”
“I hate that crap dude. You think something is really happening but then it all just turns out to be a dream. It’s kind of a jip if you ask me.”
Steve stands up from the sofa.
“Tell me about it.”
“Babe…where are you going?”
He smiles back at her.
“Just out to the garage…there’s something I need to get.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We find Steve Awesome inside the garage of his home. A small five by eight inch box in his hands. He stare’s at the case like it belonged to Pandora.
“Oh…I’m ready Falcon.”
He looks up at the camera, his green eyes roar with a fire you hadn’t seen in months. Hell, almost a year.
“No shortcuts. No excuses.”
He wipes away some dust that may have settled on the box.
“This Sunday. It’s just you. Me. And that world title. I will win this match. And if I don’t….I won’t stop trying until I do. This Sunday,
“It’s time to nut up or shut up!”
He carefully removes the top of the box and sets it aside.
“And if you didn’t know that by now……”
He reaches into the box and pulls out a pair of avaiator sunglasses. The letters I.O.A emblazoned on the lenses in sparkling letters. He slides them onto his face and the immediately feel right. His smile contorts into that cocky smirk he used to be known for.
“….prepare to be Awesomely Informed!”
Static.
