Post by Steve Awesome on May 16, 2021 22:06:11 GMT -5
The bomb had dropped.
Steve Awesome.
The Face of the Franchise.
Has finally landed in NPW.
The backstage media circus was in full effect. Behind the illustrious black curtain were cameras and microphones waiting for their hot take. Steve Awesome popped through the curtain. He was satisfied with what had been said but he can’t seem to make heads or tails out of Esmeralda Von Krauss and why she decided to come out and watch.
“Steve! Steve! Steve!”
The media shout for him from all sides. Steve checks to make sure there wasn’t anyone following him and then decides to answer a few questions.
“So, last time the world saw you, you were the nCw world champion. What’s the status of that?”
“Well, Leonard Fox decided he made enough money off the brand, stripped me of the title, and rushed off to Florida. So the status is, I’m no longer the champ.”
He shrugs his shoulders and laughs a bit.
“A little anticlimactic if you ask me, but what can you do?”
Steve points out another media journalist and the lady steps forward and asks her question.
“Out in the ring, you declared that you have come to NPW to show what you can do as an XHF legend. Can you tell us why you decided that NPW is the company that will showcase you the best?”
“Well first I live in Michigan. So the fact that things are based in Canada means less travel overall for me. Plus, I took a look at its roster and I figured a place like this could really benefit from my star power.”
“Hey now. NPW has stars.”
“Right. Right. No yeah! You guys got some people. You know you got the uh, the lizard guy. He’s cool. The uh, grown man who thinks he’s a super villain. Really going for that eighteen to twenty five demo with that one. Killin it. Killin it. You got the Revenants. You know between the six of em’,somebody should win something right? I mean I’m just saying that’s just good odds. That Eron Hunter guy just looks like a mildly charismatic fat Italian. That’s probably super relatable to other fat Italian people. No. Yeah. I’m digging the stars here. But there is a difference between stars and pure star power. That’s what the Face of the Franchise brings.”
He smirks and then waves the point away.
“Bah. Don’t worry, you’ll see what I mean. One more question!”
Steve scans the crowd and picks one last journalist.
“Yes Steve. Can you explain….that?”
The man points over to find Esmeralda Von Krauss. Again she was just standing there, puffing away at her foot long cigarette holder. She stares at Steve and her eyes sparkle.
“God damn it. No!”
He face palms and rubs his forehead in frustration. Steve looks back up and stares at EVK staring back at him.
“Hey!?”
He waves his hand through her line of vision to see if she reacts. All that happens is she takes another drag off her long Egyptian cigarette.
“Cruella DeVille!?”
Steve throws his arms up into an over animated shrug. The irritation dripped off his face.
“The hell you keep following me around for?”
Another drag from her cigarette added to her plume of smoke that wafted behind her. Steve just sighs and looks back at the press.
“Ookay. I’m gonna go ahead and get out of here. Head off to an...undisclosed location….”
Steve glances back at EVK and then darts off down the hall as she watches.
Fade.
Steve Awesome.
The Face of the Franchise.
Has finally landed in NPW.
The backstage media circus was in full effect. Behind the illustrious black curtain were cameras and microphones waiting for their hot take. Steve Awesome popped through the curtain. He was satisfied with what had been said but he can’t seem to make heads or tails out of Esmeralda Von Krauss and why she decided to come out and watch.
“Steve! Steve! Steve!”
The media shout for him from all sides. Steve checks to make sure there wasn’t anyone following him and then decides to answer a few questions.
“So, last time the world saw you, you were the nCw world champion. What’s the status of that?”
“Well, Leonard Fox decided he made enough money off the brand, stripped me of the title, and rushed off to Florida. So the status is, I’m no longer the champ.”
He shrugs his shoulders and laughs a bit.
“A little anticlimactic if you ask me, but what can you do?”
Steve points out another media journalist and the lady steps forward and asks her question.
“Out in the ring, you declared that you have come to NPW to show what you can do as an XHF legend. Can you tell us why you decided that NPW is the company that will showcase you the best?”
“Well first I live in Michigan. So the fact that things are based in Canada means less travel overall for me. Plus, I took a look at its roster and I figured a place like this could really benefit from my star power.”
“Hey now. NPW has stars.”
“Right. Right. No yeah! You guys got some people. You know you got the uh, the lizard guy. He’s cool. The uh, grown man who thinks he’s a super villain. Really going for that eighteen to twenty five demo with that one. Killin it. Killin it. You got the Revenants. You know between the six of em’,somebody should win something right? I mean I’m just saying that’s just good odds. That Eron Hunter guy just looks like a mildly charismatic fat Italian. That’s probably super relatable to other fat Italian people. No. Yeah. I’m digging the stars here. But there is a difference between stars and pure star power. That’s what the Face of the Franchise brings.”
He smirks and then waves the point away.
“Bah. Don’t worry, you’ll see what I mean. One more question!”
Steve scans the crowd and picks one last journalist.
“Yes Steve. Can you explain….that?”
The man points over to find Esmeralda Von Krauss. Again she was just standing there, puffing away at her foot long cigarette holder. She stares at Steve and her eyes sparkle.
“God damn it. No!”
He face palms and rubs his forehead in frustration. Steve looks back up and stares at EVK staring back at him.
“Hey!?”
He waves his hand through her line of vision to see if she reacts. All that happens is she takes another drag off her long Egyptian cigarette.
“Cruella DeVille!?”
Steve throws his arms up into an over animated shrug. The irritation dripped off his face.
“The hell you keep following me around for?”
Another drag from her cigarette added to her plume of smoke that wafted behind her. Steve just sighs and looks back at the press.
“Ookay. I’m gonna go ahead and get out of here. Head off to an...undisclosed location….”
Steve glances back at EVK and then darts off down the hall as she watches.
Fade.
