Post by Steve Awesome on May 23, 2021 17:17:15 GMT -5
The Awesome Reality of Steve Awesome
The camera opens up on Steve Awesome with his feet kicked up in the back of a fancy limo. He has some fresh Arnold Palmer on ice and the new Mortal Kombat movie playing on a screen that was obnoxiously too big to be in the back of a limo. It was a pretty swanky set up, but The Face of the Franchise didn’t care.
He didn’t need the swanky lifestyle. He could have driven himself for all he cared. Just hop in the ride, crank up the tunes, and make the move.
But the limo comes to him.
Ready to whisk him along on another day's worth of public appearances or creative meetings or a film shoot or something like that. Some company sets him up with a limo and he just hops inside and heads to work.
Just one of those Face of the Franchise perks.
Steve glances up from his phone and looks up at the driver.
“So where are we going again?”
The responsible driver responds without taking his eyes off the road.
“Denny’s on fifth. I guess it’s like a grand opening, ribbon cutting thing.”
Steve slowly nods his head. The memory of his daily itinerary slowly fills his head.
“Ah that’s right. I feel like you’ve basically given up on life in general if you open up a Denny’s. Like you’ve reached your end point but you know even suicide is too good for you. I bet the guy wears suspenders, snores while he’s awake, and has a front butt.”
As the image processed in his mind, a cold disgusted shudder ran down his spine.
“I guess I’ll have to go and make it better than it was before. Since that’s what the Face of the Franchise does. Just give me a heads up when we’re getting close.”
The camera opens up on Steve Awesome with his feet kicked up in the back of a fancy limo. He has some fresh Arnold Palmer on ice and the new Mortal Kombat movie playing on a screen that was obnoxiously too big to be in the back of a limo. It was a pretty swanky set up, but The Face of the Franchise didn’t care.
He didn’t need the swanky lifestyle. He could have driven himself for all he cared. Just hop in the ride, crank up the tunes, and make the move.
But the limo comes to him.
Ready to whisk him along on another day's worth of public appearances or creative meetings or a film shoot or something like that. Some company sets him up with a limo and he just hops inside and heads to work.
Just one of those Face of the Franchise perks.
Steve glances up from his phone and looks up at the driver.
“So where are we going again?”
The responsible driver responds without taking his eyes off the road.
“Denny’s on fifth. I guess it’s like a grand opening, ribbon cutting thing.”
Steve slowly nods his head. The memory of his daily itinerary slowly fills his head.
“Ah that’s right. I feel like you’ve basically given up on life in general if you open up a Denny’s. Like you’ve reached your end point but you know even suicide is too good for you. I bet the guy wears suspenders, snores while he’s awake, and has a front butt.”
As the image processed in his mind, a cold disgusted shudder ran down his spine.
“I guess I’ll have to go and make it better than it was before. Since that’s what the Face of the Franchise does. Just give me a heads up when we’re getting close.”
Steve Awesome
Face of the Franchise
“So here we go.”
Close up, talking interview camera shot of Steve Awesome. You could see the reflection of the camera man in Steve’s trademark aviator shades.
“My very first match in Northern Pro Wrestling. A fatal four way match where the winner goes on to get an Openweight Championship match. And I have to admit, I’m not surprised.”
He smirks.
“See, title shots, limos, first class, all that stuff just kinda falls into my lap. I don’t ask for it. I don’t even really need it. I’m just as content hanging out at home, getting a little high, and playing some video games. It’s just that wrestling companies and anything else with a brand knows that my involvement really ups the prestige factor. It gets the eyes. The views. The likes. The notoriety. And of course the money that comes with it.”
“See NPW is smart. They know that my name value alone will take the Openweight title to the next level. And I know that holding that title ups my pay day so it’s a total win win.”
He leans back a bit in his seat.
“And this may be the veteran legend in me talking but that title probably needs me way more than I need it. I know guys like Eron Hunter are looking at this opportunity like it’ll be some sort of validation. Like this is the ultimate reward for all the hard work and dedication. Typical do gooder Boy Scout crap.”
He does a mock voice of a condescending three year old.
“It’s wut dweams aur madove.”
Steve chuckles to himself and you can still see him roll his eyes behind his sunglasses.
“Ha ha ha suck my dick!”
“We all have a dream to be a wrestler. We all want to be the best. What the hell makes you so different? Because you respect the rules and wear that stupid red jacket? Give me a break.”
“And then we got Kieth Williams. Who I guess wants to have sex with the belt or something? And I just-“
He sighs and pulls off his sunglasses. A look of concern in his eyes.
“Do you wanna talk dude? Are you good? You drinking water?”
He slides the sunglasses back on.
“Look, I know a lot of people silently match us up because we sort of have similar personalities. But if you need like a mentor? Someone to talk to to help you to not be weird and “try-Hardy”...”
He extends his arm all the way out.
“I got a wing you can nestle under. Little mentor thing maybe? Teach you how to be cool and stuff?”
He puts his arm down and shrugs.
“I mean that’s really up to you. But you are definitely not going to be jizzing on the belt, that’s for damn sure!”.....unless it’s on my onlyfans after I win it.”
“Joe Ghaven. This guy is just business for the most part. Former mma dude. I can respect that. But I heard from the grapevine you have connections with EVK! Look man, I don’t know what she wants but I’m good! Tell whoever to just put a collar on her with an address tag on it. I’ll send her home the next time she gets loose!”
He gives the camera a thumbs up.
“At the end of the day you got three men who want the title shot for different reasons. Validation. Notoriety. Respect within an organization. They think that title can bring them that. But when I get in the ring I’m gonna show them they are all wrong! I’m gonna put you guys up on some game. There are titles to be won all over the world. More then half you’ve probably never heard of. The title isn’t the end, it’s just the beginning. A title doesn’t make you the best. The best make championships.”
“You’ll understand the difference soon enough, kids.”
He grins.
“Don’t stress over it, It’s just Face of the Franchise stuff.”
Crotch chop.
Face of the Franchise
“So here we go.”
Close up, talking interview camera shot of Steve Awesome. You could see the reflection of the camera man in Steve’s trademark aviator shades.
“My very first match in Northern Pro Wrestling. A fatal four way match where the winner goes on to get an Openweight Championship match. And I have to admit, I’m not surprised.”
He smirks.
“See, title shots, limos, first class, all that stuff just kinda falls into my lap. I don’t ask for it. I don’t even really need it. I’m just as content hanging out at home, getting a little high, and playing some video games. It’s just that wrestling companies and anything else with a brand knows that my involvement really ups the prestige factor. It gets the eyes. The views. The likes. The notoriety. And of course the money that comes with it.”
“See NPW is smart. They know that my name value alone will take the Openweight title to the next level. And I know that holding that title ups my pay day so it’s a total win win.”
He leans back a bit in his seat.
“And this may be the veteran legend in me talking but that title probably needs me way more than I need it. I know guys like Eron Hunter are looking at this opportunity like it’ll be some sort of validation. Like this is the ultimate reward for all the hard work and dedication. Typical do gooder Boy Scout crap.”
He does a mock voice of a condescending three year old.
“It’s wut dweams aur madove.”
Steve chuckles to himself and you can still see him roll his eyes behind his sunglasses.
“Ha ha ha suck my dick!”
“We all have a dream to be a wrestler. We all want to be the best. What the hell makes you so different? Because you respect the rules and wear that stupid red jacket? Give me a break.”
“And then we got Kieth Williams. Who I guess wants to have sex with the belt or something? And I just-“
He sighs and pulls off his sunglasses. A look of concern in his eyes.
“Do you wanna talk dude? Are you good? You drinking water?”
He slides the sunglasses back on.
“Look, I know a lot of people silently match us up because we sort of have similar personalities. But if you need like a mentor? Someone to talk to to help you to not be weird and “try-Hardy”...”
He extends his arm all the way out.
“I got a wing you can nestle under. Little mentor thing maybe? Teach you how to be cool and stuff?”
He puts his arm down and shrugs.
“I mean that’s really up to you. But you are definitely not going to be jizzing on the belt, that’s for damn sure!”.....unless it’s on my onlyfans after I win it.”
“Joe Ghaven. This guy is just business for the most part. Former mma dude. I can respect that. But I heard from the grapevine you have connections with EVK! Look man, I don’t know what she wants but I’m good! Tell whoever to just put a collar on her with an address tag on it. I’ll send her home the next time she gets loose!”
He gives the camera a thumbs up.
“At the end of the day you got three men who want the title shot for different reasons. Validation. Notoriety. Respect within an organization. They think that title can bring them that. But when I get in the ring I’m gonna show them they are all wrong! I’m gonna put you guys up on some game. There are titles to be won all over the world. More then half you’ve probably never heard of. The title isn’t the end, it’s just the beginning. A title doesn’t make you the best. The best make championships.”
“You’ll understand the difference soon enough, kids.”
He grins.
“Don’t stress over it, It’s just Face of the Franchise stuff.”
Crotch chop.
“We’re here.”
The driver pointed. Steve could see the god forsaken Denny’s in the distance.
