Post by Steve Awesome on Sept 13, 2021 14:37:14 GMT -5
“We got’em boss! What should we do with him?”
The men from the woods stood around a desk. There was a big chair facing the other way. The only clue as to who was sitting there was a big plume of smoke billowing above it.
“Bring my dahling to me.”
We open inside a dripping basement. Steve Awesome is seen, bound and tied to a chair.
“Ugh, I feel lost, alone, and completely forgotten about.”
He looks around the room.
“This must be how Ed Zepp feels like ninety percent of the time.”
Steve tried to get up but he realized he was tied up.
“Oh.”
He says in a disappointed tone.
“Ooh!”
This one was a bit more exciting sounding as he glanced down at his crotch. Just then, the group of henchmen storm into the room.
“Ah, my friends from last night.”
Steve said sarcastically.
“Not exactly who I was hoping to see walk in here.”
“You're going to see the boss.”
The lead thug explained. Then he went to try to untie Steve but apparently Steve’s “excitement” was making it awkward for him.
“Awh...ewww…..dang it. Ugh..why do you have a boner right now!?”
“I don’t know man! This is all very fresh and new to me!”
The bad guy shudders.
“Look, this is making it really weird to transport you. So we will come back later when you get yourself together.”
The henchmen mutter amongst themselves as they leave the room. The slightly oblivious Steve starts to put it together.
“I’m not sure if those guys are part of the experience….”
“D”
We open up on footage with a date stamp mark that was a few days prior. Steve sat on the porch of his home and stared into the camera. A sort of a mixture of hatred and respect filled the air as soon as he mentioned the name.
“You beat me.”
He shrugs it off as if it were that simple.
“You pinned my shoulders to the mat. Retained the championship. And to you….well I’m sure that’s just another feather in your cap. You can walk around and be proud of what you did and use it as an intimidation factor for the next opponent.”
He shifts his weight.
“But to me, it's a lot more. I’m not worried about your little distraction plan with EVK or the cheap roll up pin. No, that match at August at the Atlantic was a wake up call.”
He pulls his sunglasses off and glares into the lens with his passionate green eyes.
“That I need to be more vicious, more aggressive. I can’t allow another scenario where D can just barely sneak the win at the last second. I can’t allow myself to hold back any longer!”
He swipes his arms through the air side to side.
“I told the world that I was going to take that title and become a champion that can take this company places. I will not allow you to make me into a liar, you understand me, D?”
He glares into the camera.
“You know, some say that you and I are destined to fight each other for a long time. We will have plenty of wars over the years….but I need you to understand D….”
He points to his chest.
“I need that championship, D. I need it like a whore needs crack. I know you are already at a haunted church doing some crappy nu-Metal spook show garbage and getting ready to tell me I suck or that I don’t deserve it or whatever little jabs you need to say to make yourself feel better, but none of that matters. I’m going to right the wrong at Honor. I’m going to fix the tragedy. I’m going to take the title from the nineties vampire cliche. I need to win that title, and I’m going to do it. I could pin Donzig or Zepp and I won’t hesitate too, but I really want to beat you, D.”
He flashes a cocky grin.
“And I’ll do anything it takes to get the job done.”
Steve is still tied to the chair but he’s working on getting the ropes untied.
“This is the worst. I should have listened to Zelda!”
Just then the group of henchmen file in.
“You uh...calm yourself down?”
“Yeah I’m not into it anymore. Being tied up isn’t as fun when no one shows up to have sex with you.”
The henchmen seem confused. No one told them about any sex. Suddenly, Esmeralda Von Krauss bursts into the room. One of the men runs up to her.
“Boss?”
She punches that one right in the mouth and he goes down. Steve looks on in complete shock.
“What in the actual hell!?”
“I’ve come to rescue you, my dahling!”
And EVK goes on to use her extensive fighting skills to knock out all the men in the room. Some roundhouse kicks, a couple sewing needles through the hands. Bone shattering palm strikes to the jaw. Soon enough there was an entire pile of unconscious bad guys on the ground.
“You okay, dahling?”
EVK starts untying Steve and he just looks at her in awe.
“Dude….that was amazing! You kicked their asses and you saved me!”
“Don’t mention it.”
Steve looks up at her. Before she was just big, gross and smokey. But now as he looks at her it finally started to click just how useful she could be after all.
Steve glares into the camera. An evil mischievous grin grows on his face.
”Anything.”
Slow Fade.
The men from the woods stood around a desk. There was a big chair facing the other way. The only clue as to who was sitting there was a big plume of smoke billowing above it.
“Bring my dahling to me.”
We open inside a dripping basement. Steve Awesome is seen, bound and tied to a chair.
“Ugh, I feel lost, alone, and completely forgotten about.”
He looks around the room.
“This must be how Ed Zepp feels like ninety percent of the time.”
Steve tried to get up but he realized he was tied up.
“Oh.”
He says in a disappointed tone.
“Ooh!”
This one was a bit more exciting sounding as he glanced down at his crotch. Just then, the group of henchmen storm into the room.
“Ah, my friends from last night.”
Steve said sarcastically.
“Not exactly who I was hoping to see walk in here.”
“You're going to see the boss.”
The lead thug explained. Then he went to try to untie Steve but apparently Steve’s “excitement” was making it awkward for him.
“Awh...ewww…..dang it. Ugh..why do you have a boner right now!?”
“I don’t know man! This is all very fresh and new to me!”
The bad guy shudders.
“Look, this is making it really weird to transport you. So we will come back later when you get yourself together.”
The henchmen mutter amongst themselves as they leave the room. The slightly oblivious Steve starts to put it together.
“I’m not sure if those guys are part of the experience….”
“D”
We open up on footage with a date stamp mark that was a few days prior. Steve sat on the porch of his home and stared into the camera. A sort of a mixture of hatred and respect filled the air as soon as he mentioned the name.
“You beat me.”
He shrugs it off as if it were that simple.
“You pinned my shoulders to the mat. Retained the championship. And to you….well I’m sure that’s just another feather in your cap. You can walk around and be proud of what you did and use it as an intimidation factor for the next opponent.”
He shifts his weight.
“But to me, it's a lot more. I’m not worried about your little distraction plan with EVK or the cheap roll up pin. No, that match at August at the Atlantic was a wake up call.”
He pulls his sunglasses off and glares into the lens with his passionate green eyes.
“That I need to be more vicious, more aggressive. I can’t allow another scenario where D can just barely sneak the win at the last second. I can’t allow myself to hold back any longer!”
He swipes his arms through the air side to side.
“I told the world that I was going to take that title and become a champion that can take this company places. I will not allow you to make me into a liar, you understand me, D?”
He glares into the camera.
“You know, some say that you and I are destined to fight each other for a long time. We will have plenty of wars over the years….but I need you to understand D….”
He points to his chest.
“I need that championship, D. I need it like a whore needs crack. I know you are already at a haunted church doing some crappy nu-Metal spook show garbage and getting ready to tell me I suck or that I don’t deserve it or whatever little jabs you need to say to make yourself feel better, but none of that matters. I’m going to right the wrong at Honor. I’m going to fix the tragedy. I’m going to take the title from the nineties vampire cliche. I need to win that title, and I’m going to do it. I could pin Donzig or Zepp and I won’t hesitate too, but I really want to beat you, D.”
He flashes a cocky grin.
“And I’ll do anything it takes to get the job done.”
Steve is still tied to the chair but he’s working on getting the ropes untied.
“This is the worst. I should have listened to Zelda!”
Just then the group of henchmen file in.
“You uh...calm yourself down?”
“Yeah I’m not into it anymore. Being tied up isn’t as fun when no one shows up to have sex with you.”
The henchmen seem confused. No one told them about any sex. Suddenly, Esmeralda Von Krauss bursts into the room. One of the men runs up to her.
“Boss?”
She punches that one right in the mouth and he goes down. Steve looks on in complete shock.
“What in the actual hell!?”
“I’ve come to rescue you, my dahling!”
And EVK goes on to use her extensive fighting skills to knock out all the men in the room. Some roundhouse kicks, a couple sewing needles through the hands. Bone shattering palm strikes to the jaw. Soon enough there was an entire pile of unconscious bad guys on the ground.
“You okay, dahling?”
EVK starts untying Steve and he just looks at her in awe.
“Dude….that was amazing! You kicked their asses and you saved me!”
“Don’t mention it.”
Steve looks up at her. Before she was just big, gross and smokey. But now as he looks at her it finally started to click just how useful she could be after all.
Steve glares into the camera. An evil mischievous grin grows on his face.
”Anything.”
Slow Fade.
