Post by Steve Awesome on Sept 9, 2021 23:36:08 GMT -5
“Fight for the Fallen…”
The Face of the Franchise, walks into the shot. His trademark sunglasses had diamonds in them.
“A night where we pay tribute. To Those that have suffered loss. To the people that fought for something great and had it taken away from them. To the heroes of our generation that have fallen on tough times.”
His Rolex flashed in the light.
“I couldn’t think of a better person, a better point in time...”
He points to himself.
The Face of the Franchise, walks into the shot. His trademark sunglasses had diamonds in them.
“A night where we pay tribute. To Those that have suffered loss. To the people that fought for something great and had it taken away from them. To the heroes of our generation that have fallen on tough times.”
His Rolex flashed in the light.
“I couldn’t think of a better person, a better point in time...”
He points to himself.
“Me!"
"August at the Atlantic.”
His jaw tightened at the mention.
“A real miscarriage of justice occurred that night.”
He shakes his head and his fists clenched.
“A tragedy fell upon Northern Pro Wrestling.”
He wipes his mouth to help itch the growing anger.
“I was supposed to become the Openweight Champion. I was supposed to raise the stakes around here. I promised this great company that I would take that title and I would take it to new heights. Something far greater then a shady nazi vampire ever could.”
“But….”
He sighs and lowers his head.
“It was not meant to be. In my noble battle to bring prosperity to the land of Northern Pro Wrestling, I fell.”
He slowly raises his head back up to face the camera. Even through the sunglasses you could see the unshakable confidence in his eyes.
“At Fight for the Fallen, I stand up, and I take back what was mine the minute I walked into this company.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“All I gotta do is go through three other men. First you got Ed Zeppelin. Or whatever dumb pirate this is. I’m not sure if he’s the sassy bald one or the really tall one? I don’t know and I don’t care. I mean, I’m not sure if anyone even likes the GSP? Pretty sure everyone hates those guys and makes fun of them behind their backs.”
He smirks.
“Don’t worry, I probably only said that to get into your head. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out. But if you try to walk out with my title, I’ll one hundred percent drop you on your square head.”
He runs a palm through his luscious hair.
“Or Donzig…”
He laughs.
“I almost want to call you prodigy because you are starting fires all over the place. You got beef with tag teams and companies, you just can’t help yourself. But if your listening, Donzig, I need you to focus up.”
He obnoxiously snaps his fingers.
“Right here buddy, pay attention.”
A couple more snaps. Just to make sure Donzig didn’t wander off to another Fed.
“I heard you didn’t fear me. Well that’s great but the simple truth is you don’t need to be scared for me to still slap that scruffy beard around to the back of your wrinkled head just like the dumbass looney toon that you are!”
Steve hardens his glare.
“If you thought Next Level turned you into a “jobber” just wait till I get through with you.”
“I-“
“Steve!”
Zelda pops her head into the recording studio holding a business card.
“What is this? What is Bond, James Bondage!?”
Steve realizes what she had and quickly snatched it out of her hands and shoved it into his pocket.
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Also, I’m cutting a promo here. You mind?”
She did mind. She continues to question her concerns.
“What is that place and why do you want to go to it. You’re not going, by the way.”
“I don’t even want to go. It’s just a joke from the guys that’s all.”
Zelda crosses her arms. She doubts every second.
“Right. Do you swear you don’t want to go or is this like all the other times you sneak out while you think I’m asleep?”
Steve tried to hide the fact that he was surprised she knew about that.
“I Uh…*ahem*..what do you mean?”
Zelda rolls her eyes.
“I’m not stupid like you, stupid. Look, I’m not sure what you're getting into really, but maybe I can try to get into it? You know, maybe I can wear a ring that’s a bit too small for my finger? Or a turtleneck? I don’t know, but I just have an overall bad feeling about this and I don’t think you should go. Okay? No sneaking out. Just let this go.”
Steve hesitates for a few moments and then nods.
“Maybe you're right. All this bondage stuff has gone too far. Why do I need to go out and get tied up when I’m already bound and shackled to all this weight here at home?”
He grabs Zelda and hugs her. Even though it came out terrible Zelda could tell he meant it as a compliment and hugged him back.
Steve alone again in the promo room.
“Don’t think I forgot about you D. You see, I know you are walking around feeling real proud of yourself for what you accomplished at August at the Atlantic. You were able to pin my shoulders to the mat. That puts you in a rare air around these parts. If I were you, I’d be rubbing it in my face too. But unworthy?”
He chuckles.
“Man, you barely got by with a distraction. Unworthy? D? Who are you trying to convince with that dumb garbage? Me? Gus Arnold? The fans? Or yourself? Because let’s face it. Three out of that four already know you are full of shit. “
“At Honor, D, I don’t have to beat you to take your title. But I hope I do. Because above all else, I hate that you beat me because of a distraction So what better way to get back at you then to go through you and two others to return the favor. At Honor, that title is mine.”
Crotch Chop.
It’s 3am.
Steve quietly sneaks out of bed.
“I’m awake, dillhole.”
“Sorry! Love you!”
Steve runs out the door.
“*sigh* asshole.”
