The creaking door (NOC hardcore title 1)
Jul 25, 2023 11:51:58 GMT -5
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Post by Steve Awesome on Jul 25, 2023 11:51:58 GMT -5
STEVE AWESOME
HARD(K)ORE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD.
“I-“
“You okay boss?”
A bald, bulbous head poked through the slightly opened door.
Steve Awesome sat silently in his office tapping the four fingers of his right hand on the desk.
“I’m fine.”
Steve said, a very clear level of annoyance in his voice. These so called “best security force J-Rok had to offer” have been irritating him all day. Seemed like Every five minutes one of those fat idiots would poke their fat heads in the room to ask if he’s okay.
Suddenly his office door creaked open. Another member of the security team poked his head through the door frame like some type of turtle.
“You okay boss?”
“YES! I'M FINE!”
The Hard(K)ore Champion shouted. The rotund security guard scurried off and closed the door behind him. Steve sat there at his desk stewing in frustration. He rubbed his temples to try and ease his brewing headache.
“Ugh, these idiots are annoying the ever loving piss out of me.”
Steve muttered to himself as he ran a palm through his hair.
“Not only that, but they are borderline useless now that the Murder Lizard stalked his way into a title shot at Night of Champions.
Steve rolled his eyes.
“Not-“
The door creaks open.
“You okay boss?”
Steve twitches a bit.
“I’m. Fine.”
The guard shuts the door behind him. Steve takes a minute to subdue his rage.
“Not only that but I have to defend MY Hard(k)ore title in something called an exploding apples deathmatch. Man….”
Steve shook his head.
“They really must be running out of shit to explode or something. Maybe instead of blowing up fruit J-Rok could spend a little extra cash on a decent security force. If they are really the best J-Rok could get then that explains how Tokyo burned down.”
Steve rolled his eyes and continued.
“I still don’t know what an exploding apples Deathmatch is and I don’t care. I’ll take Jamester and Long on in an exploding hamsters match. How about an exploding Ryan Seacrest match? Make the explosions explode, I don’t give a rat's ass. I’m the reigning and defending Hard(K)ore Champion of the World. And at Night of Champions, I’m done running.”
Steve nodded his head and rubbed his palms together in anticipation.
“Oh yeah, I’m done hiding behind those fat idiots out there.”
The door creaked open.
“Did you call us boss?”
Steve sighed and dragged his fingernails along the arm of his chair.
“No…”
The guard pulled his head out but then the door creaked again.
“Are you okay, boss?”
“Fine.”
The door shuts once again.
“Because instead of sneak attacks and the stalking, I can finally see you head on Jamester. Face to face. And to be perfectly honest, now that I have, I’m not sure why I even needed a security team in the first place.”
Steve flashed that confident grin.
“I don’t know why I need security from a six foot six damn near three hundred pound scaly green colored turd named-“
He used a high pitched and “cute” sounding voice to say his name.
“Jesse”.”
Steve rolled his eyes and sneered.
“And I get it, you are on your big tour of violence, you are traveling around, attempting to be relevant, trying to get anyone to pay attention to you but the problem is everybody still thinks you absolutely SUCK!”
He glares into the camera with intensity.
“So you did the only thing you could do. You found Kira and asked him for a wish. Kira whipped out his magic lamp. And “Jesse” you proceeded to rub his lamp.”
Steve makes a lewd gesture with his fist indicating self pleasure.
“Not once,”
He shakes his closed fist up and down.
“Not twice, but three times!
One more shake of his fist followed by an open palm and wiggling fingers which could only mean the genie appeared and nothing else.
“Your wish was granted and you got someone far above your pay grade, who is currently raising the stock of a championship up to heights you could never reach. I mean if anyone could make you relevant and get you some respect around these parts it’s the old Face of the Franchise himself. So you put your big boy lizard pants on and you came after me. You threatened to “take everything away from me…”
Steve reached up and slowly pulled his sunglasses off.
“Well I’m only gonna tell your big gumpy rejected ninja turtle looking ass this one time and one time only….”
He steps forward.
“You are gonna find out that just when you think I got nothing else left, I find just a little more, baby.”
His green eyes smoldered with intensity and he flashed that self-assured smirk.
“So If you want to try and take everything away from me, you had better pack a fucking lunch, a dinner and get a hotel package because I promise you’ll be working on it for a long, -long-, time.”
He glared daggers into the camera when suddenly the door creaked open.
“You okay boss?”
Steve fists clenched in anger.
“YES. I'M. FINE!”
The door quickly shut behind the guard. Steve sighed and shook his head then continued on.
“And I don’t know what it is you think I’ve done to you or why you’re after me other than you think you can take my title but I haven’t done anything to you, “Jesse”.”
Another cute, slightly effeminate voice to rile up his opponent.
“But that fact is gonna change at Night of Champions.”
Steve nods his head as he imagines his violent plans.
“Oh you are lucky you are a lizard.”
Steve pounds a fist into his palms and he grows an evil smile.
“Because as soon as that bell rings I’m going to kick your ass off, knock your giant head off your shoulders, and destroy that overinflated ego of yours so bad you’ll be back to hiding in the shadows of the network for another two years waiting for all your body parts to grow back. Or maybe you will Occasionally show up to lose at big time Xtreme events yet still claim you're some kind of pillar of violence.”
Steve slowly shook his head.
“The only way you are a pillar is because they use your big green gumpy ass to hold up much more important things.”
He points to himself.
“Like me.”
He smirked and cocked his head from side to side.
“At Night of Champions, I’m going to take one of those exploding apples and shove it so far up your lizard ass that you are going to puke up Apple Juice. I’m going to slap that stupid child’s Halloween mask off your face. I’m going to turn you into the pillar you’ve always wanted to be, when I stand on top of your beat down and lifeless body and hold up my Hard(k)ore Championship of the World and prove once and yet again why I AM the reigning and defending champion. I’m going to prove once and yet again why I AM bringing that title to higher and higher levels each and everytime I step out to defend it. I’m going to prove, once…..and yet again, why I am the New Face of Hard(k)ore.”
Steve slowly slid his sunglasses back on. He kicked up his feet on his desk and leaned back. The self assured confidence radiated off him like an aura.
“When I murder, the murder lizard.”
Suddenly the door creaked up and another guard's head peaked in. But before he could say anything Steve cut him off.
“You are all fired.”
The guard was surprised to hear that and decided to check on Steve’s condition and mood.
“You okay boss?”
The guard said, caring about his boss’s mental health. Steve didn’t let it bother him this time.
“Just get the hell out of my house. I don’t need security anymore.”
Steve said. The guard understood and left the Hardcore Champion to bask in his own glory. He knew he was going to walk out as the champion and have a Lizard Head to put up on the wall and he becomes just another name on the list of people Steve has defended the title against. Speaking of, Jason Long, he’d deal with him later.
Fade