A Superkick Is Worth A Thousand Words (aota)
Jul 31, 2021 8:35:19 GMT -5
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Post by Steve Awesome on Jul 31, 2021 8:35:19 GMT -5
July 25th
NOC 12
Minneapolis, Minnesota.
“I DONT GIVE A RATS ASS IF ITS AN ANIMAL OR NOT!“
We open up backstage at Night of Champions 12. A blood soaked Steve Awesome is pacing back and forth as he screams into his cell phone.
“ABSOLUTELY NOBODY OR NOTHING CAN JUST BELLY TO BELLY PANDA PLEX ME OUT OF THE RING AND GET AWAY WITH IT!”
Steve calms down slightly as the person on the other end squirms to accommodate him.
“I want that bamboo sucker stuck behind zoo bars doing unicycle tricks for tourist scraps, you understand me?”
Steve nods his head and pulls his phone away from his ear and just yells into the receiver.
“YES! YOU TELL THAT BAMBITCH THAT WE GOT BAMBEEF! AND IF I EVER SEE HIM ON THE STREETS IM GONNA BAMBEAT HIS ASS!”
Steve quickly hangs up his cell phone and sets it down. He turns and faces the camera that’s been filming him. His usually feathered brown hair was jet black and slicked back from all the blood in it. His eyebrows were caked with sweat and plasma. Even his face seemed to be dyed pink and still had dried blood in the corners where the towel couldn’t reach. But he still had that giant grin of confidence that many men wish they could slap right off of him.
Despite the pain. Despite the violence. Despite everything he had to endure in the match he just had earlier tonight, he still had a bloodstained smirk.
“AND STILL!”
He shifts the XHF Tag Team Title from one shoulder to the other.
“The tag team champions. The Bang Bros!”
He grabs his trademark shades and slips them on to add to his cool factor.
“And as you saw not too long ago, I was the one who scored the pin. I scored another win for the team and continued to blow that pathetic “handed the tag belt” excuse right out of the water.”
He pats the tag title with pride.
“But now we shift gears.”
The blood soaked movie star shifts his weight.
“See, now that I’ve defended one championship, it’s time to set my sights on taking another. The NPW Openweight Championship. At August at the Atlantic. The main event of night two. August fifth. I earned myself a title shot the night of my debut match and now the time has come D. And D….”
He smirks and pretends to wipe his brow.
“That was a real close one you had back at Honor a couple days ago. You came really close to losing my title before I could take it from you. If it wasn’t for Freakke the Clown, I think Donzig would have had you. I guess it’s a good thing you painted up idiots stick together. But hey you got through by the skin of your teeth didn’t you? And lucky for me, because I’ve really been looking forward to kicking your ass, D. But I know what’s really on your mind. I know what all the people want to ask about. The moment that has affectionately become known as…”
He displays it on an imaginary marquee above his head.
“The thigh slap heard around the world.”
He stares at the imaginary marquee in awe.
“Or when I stepped up and kicked you right in your stupid, painted up, hot topic vampire, crow suckin MOUTH in the middle of the ring on Honor.”
Steve felt real proud of this and cocked his head back and forth.
“I’ll tell you what D, you didn’t look so enigmatic laying unconscious on the mat. That’s for damn sure.”
Steve laughs a bit at his own insult.
“But what happened on Honor, the reason why I kicked you in the face is because I wanted to take the first shot. I wanted to get the message across that I don’t care what kind of shady alliances you have. I know everyone pretends that you are some kind of noble man, but anyone who really takes a second to look knows that you are a twisted little misfit.”
He sneers in disgust.
“Everybody knows you and EVK are working together. You thought you could be tricky and play mind games with me D, but I’ve been around the block enough times to know when I’m being worked. I know about your history. I know the way she operates. So at Honor…”
He simply shrugs it off.
“I just got you before you two could get me.”
He laughs.
“Just a little something to remind you that I don’t care who you bring with you, I don’t care that you feel like you need Esmeralda Von Krauss to help you even the odds against me. I never gave one iota of shit about EVK. Since my first match in this company, my focus has been on winning that championship,D. Sure there have been some stops…”
He glances down at the XHF tag title hanging over his shoulder.
“....a couple wins along the way.”
He points to his chest.
“But I’ve never lost focus. This match has been in the back of my mind. I’ve been planning and preparing for this match all this time. And that superkick on Honor, was simply put, a statement to let you know D, that it doesn’t matter what you do or who your girlfriend is, at the Atlantic, it’s fuckin Go time.”
He pounds his fist into his palm.
“At the Atlantic, I’m taking your title D. You’ve been a fine little champion, but I’m going to take that title to hieghts you could only dream of. You're really good D, damn good. But I really hope that superkick on Honor was an eye opener for you. That you are in over your head.”
He smirks.
“But don’t stress out about it. This is all just stuff that’s far above your pay grade.”
He lowers his sunglasses and winks.
“It’s just Face of the Franchise Stuff.”
Crotch Chop.
Fade.
NOC 12
Minneapolis, Minnesota.
“I DONT GIVE A RATS ASS IF ITS AN ANIMAL OR NOT!“
We open up backstage at Night of Champions 12. A blood soaked Steve Awesome is pacing back and forth as he screams into his cell phone.
“ABSOLUTELY NOBODY OR NOTHING CAN JUST BELLY TO BELLY PANDA PLEX ME OUT OF THE RING AND GET AWAY WITH IT!”
Steve calms down slightly as the person on the other end squirms to accommodate him.
“I want that bamboo sucker stuck behind zoo bars doing unicycle tricks for tourist scraps, you understand me?”
Steve nods his head and pulls his phone away from his ear and just yells into the receiver.
“YES! YOU TELL THAT BAMBITCH THAT WE GOT BAMBEEF! AND IF I EVER SEE HIM ON THE STREETS IM GONNA BAMBEAT HIS ASS!”
Steve quickly hangs up his cell phone and sets it down. He turns and faces the camera that’s been filming him. His usually feathered brown hair was jet black and slicked back from all the blood in it. His eyebrows were caked with sweat and plasma. Even his face seemed to be dyed pink and still had dried blood in the corners where the towel couldn’t reach. But he still had that giant grin of confidence that many men wish they could slap right off of him.
Despite the pain. Despite the violence. Despite everything he had to endure in the match he just had earlier tonight, he still had a bloodstained smirk.
“AND STILL!”
He shifts the XHF Tag Team Title from one shoulder to the other.
“The tag team champions. The Bang Bros!”
He grabs his trademark shades and slips them on to add to his cool factor.
“And as you saw not too long ago, I was the one who scored the pin. I scored another win for the team and continued to blow that pathetic “handed the tag belt” excuse right out of the water.”
He pats the tag title with pride.
“But now we shift gears.”
The blood soaked movie star shifts his weight.
“See, now that I’ve defended one championship, it’s time to set my sights on taking another. The NPW Openweight Championship. At August at the Atlantic. The main event of night two. August fifth. I earned myself a title shot the night of my debut match and now the time has come D. And D….”
He smirks and pretends to wipe his brow.
“That was a real close one you had back at Honor a couple days ago. You came really close to losing my title before I could take it from you. If it wasn’t for Freakke the Clown, I think Donzig would have had you. I guess it’s a good thing you painted up idiots stick together. But hey you got through by the skin of your teeth didn’t you? And lucky for me, because I’ve really been looking forward to kicking your ass, D. But I know what’s really on your mind. I know what all the people want to ask about. The moment that has affectionately become known as…”
He displays it on an imaginary marquee above his head.
“The thigh slap heard around the world.”
He stares at the imaginary marquee in awe.
“Or when I stepped up and kicked you right in your stupid, painted up, hot topic vampire, crow suckin MOUTH in the middle of the ring on Honor.”
Steve felt real proud of this and cocked his head back and forth.
“I’ll tell you what D, you didn’t look so enigmatic laying unconscious on the mat. That’s for damn sure.”
Steve laughs a bit at his own insult.
“But what happened on Honor, the reason why I kicked you in the face is because I wanted to take the first shot. I wanted to get the message across that I don’t care what kind of shady alliances you have. I know everyone pretends that you are some kind of noble man, but anyone who really takes a second to look knows that you are a twisted little misfit.”
He sneers in disgust.
“Everybody knows you and EVK are working together. You thought you could be tricky and play mind games with me D, but I’ve been around the block enough times to know when I’m being worked. I know about your history. I know the way she operates. So at Honor…”
He simply shrugs it off.
“I just got you before you two could get me.”
He laughs.
“Just a little something to remind you that I don’t care who you bring with you, I don’t care that you feel like you need Esmeralda Von Krauss to help you even the odds against me. I never gave one iota of shit about EVK. Since my first match in this company, my focus has been on winning that championship,D. Sure there have been some stops…”
He glances down at the XHF tag title hanging over his shoulder.
“....a couple wins along the way.”
He points to his chest.
“But I’ve never lost focus. This match has been in the back of my mind. I’ve been planning and preparing for this match all this time. And that superkick on Honor, was simply put, a statement to let you know D, that it doesn’t matter what you do or who your girlfriend is, at the Atlantic, it’s fuckin Go time.”
He pounds his fist into his palm.
“At the Atlantic, I’m taking your title D. You’ve been a fine little champion, but I’m going to take that title to hieghts you could only dream of. You're really good D, damn good. But I really hope that superkick on Honor was an eye opener for you. That you are in over your head.”
He smirks.
“But don’t stress out about it. This is all just stuff that’s far above your pay grade.”
He lowers his sunglasses and winks.
“It’s just Face of the Franchise Stuff.”
Crotch Chop.
Fade.
