Another notch in my belt (hardcore 1)
Nov 26, 2023 1:40:39 GMT -5
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Post by Steve Awesome on Nov 26, 2023 1:40:39 GMT -5
“I…uh…erm, how does this help us kill Marty Donovan?”
The scene opens as Leonard Fox, the one Steve has been seeing in his mind, awkwardly holds a camera. The camera is facing forward but the old man can’t bring himself to look through the lens.
“This isn’t about Marty. This one is about Kasper Van Zant.”
Steve’s voice from off camera attempts to clear things up but it doesn’t seem to simplify things for Leonard.
“Right. Okay. Couldn’t we have gone with a ghostbusters thing? You know, Kasper, Casper the friendly ghost? It practically writes itself.”
Again, Steve’s voice is heard out of frame.
“Nah, nah. That’s too easy. Everyone would be expecting that.”
Leonard took a peek through the camera lens and shuddered with disgust. Inside the shot, we see a butt naked Steve Awesome laying flat on his back with his legs in the air. He is using both hands to cover his kibbles and bits to make sure they don’t block the real star of the show.
His butthole.
Steve sat up from his position to better explain things to Leonard.
“Look, this chick sent me a bunch of unsolicited b-hole pics as some kind of mind game. And I’ll be damned if I let some new person one up me. So I’m sending her pictures of mine to show her I’m not afraid to play her games.”
Steve promptly lays back down and throws his legs in the air and gets back into the proper position.
“Besides…”
Steve pokes his head up.
“Haven’t you ever heard the old saying, it’s a brown eye for a brown eye?”
“I Uh…I don’t think that’s how that saying goes…”
Steve considers this for a nano second and shrugged.
“Whatever, just take the pictures!”
Leonard shuddered in disgust and grabbed the camera.
“Do you think it will look better if I spread it?”
“Please lord no…..”
THE HARDKORE REALITY OF STEVE AWESOME
“Another notch on my belt.”
STEVE AWESOME
Prettiest Player in the Game
“Kasper Van Zant….”
The promo opens on the XHF Hardcore champion looking as sexy as ever. Tight jeans showcasing his amazing butt. An open shirt that showcased his world famous abs. And of course his hardcore title dangled over his shoulder that showcased how he had been a champion for seven long months.
“Listen honey.”
He ran a palm through his luscious hair.
“I’m just gonna go ahead and put it out there.”
He lowers his trademark sunglasses to the bridge of his nose and raised his eyebrows.
“You got dat fat ass, girl.”
Steve licked his lips and rubbed his palms together.
“All those pictures you sent me….”
Chefs kiss.
“Of course I had to share with the homies. Everyone totally agrees. That birthmark on your inner thigh really does look like Pete Davidson.”
He gives the camera a thumbs up.
“Oh I would definitely bang you, if you know what I mean…”
He smirks.
“I’d definitely take you on the Awesome Train, if you hear what I’m sayin…”
He nods his head.
“I’d definitely let you touch the dick of the Franchise, if you catch my drift…”
He makes the phone sign with his fingers and nods his head.
“Call me….”
He bites his lip.
“Horny girls that will do anything to advance their careers is kind of a kink…”
He smirks and raises an eyebrow.
“But here’s the thing, thunder cheeks. I’ve been the HardKore Face of the Franchise for damn near twenty years. But I’ve been the prettiest player in the game for damn near forty.”
Steve rubbed his chiseled jaw and he flexed his exceptional cheekbones.
“That’s right, like a fine wine I just get better with age, baby.”
He laughs.
“And what that means is that I’ve been having girls throwing themselves at me to try and get some my whole life. I had all the little girls pushing me on the swing when we were young kids. I once had a teacher in high school threaten to hold me back so she could continue to look at me. Sorority girls at my college would sneak into my room late at night and try to raid my panties.”
Steve crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.
“It happened so many times, I just stopped wearing underwear all together.”
He shrugged his shoulders and winked.
“There’s been a million girls before you that have tried to use their sexuality to try and distract me, hell, you're not even the first girl in the XHF to feel the Fire of the Franchise in her loins and try and get a piece of Steve Awesome.”
He crosses his arms.[/font]
“And at the end of the day, I’m not easily-“
He hesitated and fixed that last sentence.
“I’m not -always- swayed.”
He nodded his head.
“It’s a good ploy, but when it’s all said and done, I’ve got no problem showing who the Daddy of the Hardcore division is.”
He pats the hardcore title with a confident grin on his face.
“And I know what you must be thinking. You got the whole entire world served up on a silver platter right in front of you. A shot at the XCrown and a shot at my HardKore Championship of the world. You're thinking you are gonna swoop in and win them both and make your career.”
He nods his head, agreeing with himself.
“Yeah sure. You’ve only been in the XHF for like three days, no matter what happens to you, you’re still about to get the most incredible “rub” of your entire career in two matches. And if you win, then you’ll finally live out that girlhood fantasy. The one you would dream about when your mom and dad were out in the front yard punching each other in the face. The one where you’d grow up and become a respected and accomplished female wrestler instead of a brainless valet that needs to shake her ass for attention.”
Steve rubs his chin and smirks.
“I guess old habits die hard…”
He shrugs.
“But then again….”
He shrugs and shifts his stance.
“Maybe you're spreading your legs too wide with this one.”
“I mean let’s face it, this isn’t your daddy’s wrestling show where fat southern dads drink beer and pretend to be athletes. This isn’t “one Awesome night in the Bayou Swamp.”-….”
Steve glances up into the camera.
“That’s gotta be the name of our video.”
Steve quickly typed the idea into his phone.
“This is the big time. This is the XHF Network, sugar tits. This is where athletes figure out who the hell they really are. This is where you figure out what it takes to make it. And trust me Kasper, you don’t even know what you don’t know.”
He smirks and shakes his head.
“You’ve heard it’s looong and exhilarating…”
“But you don’t really know what this dick can do.”
He points to himself, “low”, then corrects it by raising his hand so that it’s pointing to himself.
“Cross Recoba? A man who got saved by Marty Donovan at End of Days, he’s representing an extremely coveted legacy that has existed before him and will exist after him. But me?”
He steps forward. An aura of intensity seems to ignite around him.
“I’ve created a legacy.”
He points to the hardcore championship.
“Throughout two reigns I’ve held this championship for eight months. In that time I’ve taken this belt and took it from just another title Jrok wanted to pimp, to a top tier championship on the entire network. Even as we speak, Florida Man and Darlene Price are preparing to kill each other just for the opportunity to fight for this title.”
He leans forward, gritted teeth, as he passionately speaks his truth.
“I’ve taken a piece of every single person I’ve defeated to claim and retain this championship. Jesse Jamester hasn’t been the same since I kicked his ass back at Night of Champions.”
Steve cocked his head back and forth. He felt very proud of his actions.
“I am the single greatest Hardcore Champion of the World this company has ever seen and even after I’m finally done, my shoes will just never be filled again.”
He slowly shakes his head.
“So Kasper, in Japan, in Our Feel the Burn match, you may think it’s your night. You may think you're ready to step up to the big time.”
“Just when you think you’ve taken everything that I have to offer, every inch, you're gonna realize that I’ve only been giving you the tip.”
He smirks and does a crotch chop.
“You're going to find out what every other person who has tried to take this belt finds out.”
Steve slowly shakes his head.
“You can’t stop a legacy in the making…”
“And whether you go left or right, they all become another notch in my belt.”
He pats his title.
“Because once that bell rings in Japan….either way,…
Crotch Chop.
“You’re fucked.”
Fade.
The scene opens as Leonard Fox, the one Steve has been seeing in his mind, awkwardly holds a camera. The camera is facing forward but the old man can’t bring himself to look through the lens.
“This isn’t about Marty. This one is about Kasper Van Zant.”
Steve’s voice from off camera attempts to clear things up but it doesn’t seem to simplify things for Leonard.
“Right. Okay. Couldn’t we have gone with a ghostbusters thing? You know, Kasper, Casper the friendly ghost? It practically writes itself.”
Again, Steve’s voice is heard out of frame.
“Nah, nah. That’s too easy. Everyone would be expecting that.”
Leonard took a peek through the camera lens and shuddered with disgust. Inside the shot, we see a butt naked Steve Awesome laying flat on his back with his legs in the air. He is using both hands to cover his kibbles and bits to make sure they don’t block the real star of the show.
His butthole.
Steve sat up from his position to better explain things to Leonard.
“Look, this chick sent me a bunch of unsolicited b-hole pics as some kind of mind game. And I’ll be damned if I let some new person one up me. So I’m sending her pictures of mine to show her I’m not afraid to play her games.”
Steve promptly lays back down and throws his legs in the air and gets back into the proper position.
“Besides…”
Steve pokes his head up.
“Haven’t you ever heard the old saying, it’s a brown eye for a brown eye?”
“I Uh…I don’t think that’s how that saying goes…”
Steve considers this for a nano second and shrugged.
“Whatever, just take the pictures!”
Leonard shuddered in disgust and grabbed the camera.
“Do you think it will look better if I spread it?”
“Please lord no…..”
THE HARDKORE REALITY OF STEVE AWESOME
“Another notch on my belt.”
STEVE AWESOME
Prettiest Player in the Game
“Kasper Van Zant….”
The promo opens on the XHF Hardcore champion looking as sexy as ever. Tight jeans showcasing his amazing butt. An open shirt that showcased his world famous abs. And of course his hardcore title dangled over his shoulder that showcased how he had been a champion for seven long months.
“Listen honey.”
He ran a palm through his luscious hair.
“I’m just gonna go ahead and put it out there.”
He lowers his trademark sunglasses to the bridge of his nose and raised his eyebrows.
“You got dat fat ass, girl.”
Steve licked his lips and rubbed his palms together.
“All those pictures you sent me….”
Chefs kiss.
“Of course I had to share with the homies. Everyone totally agrees. That birthmark on your inner thigh really does look like Pete Davidson.”
He gives the camera a thumbs up.
“Oh I would definitely bang you, if you know what I mean…”
He smirks.
“I’d definitely take you on the Awesome Train, if you hear what I’m sayin…”
He nods his head.
“I’d definitely let you touch the dick of the Franchise, if you catch my drift…”
He makes the phone sign with his fingers and nods his head.
“Call me….”
He bites his lip.
“Horny girls that will do anything to advance their careers is kind of a kink…”
He smirks and raises an eyebrow.
“But here’s the thing, thunder cheeks. I’ve been the HardKore Face of the Franchise for damn near twenty years. But I’ve been the prettiest player in the game for damn near forty.”
Steve rubbed his chiseled jaw and he flexed his exceptional cheekbones.
“That’s right, like a fine wine I just get better with age, baby.”
He laughs.
“And what that means is that I’ve been having girls throwing themselves at me to try and get some my whole life. I had all the little girls pushing me on the swing when we were young kids. I once had a teacher in high school threaten to hold me back so she could continue to look at me. Sorority girls at my college would sneak into my room late at night and try to raid my panties.”
Steve crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.
“It happened so many times, I just stopped wearing underwear all together.”
He shrugged his shoulders and winked.
“There’s been a million girls before you that have tried to use their sexuality to try and distract me, hell, you're not even the first girl in the XHF to feel the Fire of the Franchise in her loins and try and get a piece of Steve Awesome.”
He crosses his arms.[/font]
“And at the end of the day, I’m not easily-“
He hesitated and fixed that last sentence.
“I’m not -always- swayed.”
He nodded his head.
“It’s a good ploy, but when it’s all said and done, I’ve got no problem showing who the Daddy of the Hardcore division is.”
He pats the hardcore title with a confident grin on his face.
“And I know what you must be thinking. You got the whole entire world served up on a silver platter right in front of you. A shot at the XCrown and a shot at my HardKore Championship of the world. You're thinking you are gonna swoop in and win them both and make your career.”
He nods his head, agreeing with himself.
“Yeah sure. You’ve only been in the XHF for like three days, no matter what happens to you, you’re still about to get the most incredible “rub” of your entire career in two matches. And if you win, then you’ll finally live out that girlhood fantasy. The one you would dream about when your mom and dad were out in the front yard punching each other in the face. The one where you’d grow up and become a respected and accomplished female wrestler instead of a brainless valet that needs to shake her ass for attention.”
Steve rubs his chin and smirks.
“I guess old habits die hard…”
He shrugs.
“But then again….”
He shrugs and shifts his stance.
“Maybe you're spreading your legs too wide with this one.”
“I mean let’s face it, this isn’t your daddy’s wrestling show where fat southern dads drink beer and pretend to be athletes. This isn’t “one Awesome night in the Bayou Swamp.”-….”
Steve glances up into the camera.
“That’s gotta be the name of our video.”
Steve quickly typed the idea into his phone.
“This is the big time. This is the XHF Network, sugar tits. This is where athletes figure out who the hell they really are. This is where you figure out what it takes to make it. And trust me Kasper, you don’t even know what you don’t know.”
He smirks and shakes his head.
“You’ve heard it’s looong and exhilarating…”
“But you don’t really know what this dick can do.”
He points to himself, “low”, then corrects it by raising his hand so that it’s pointing to himself.
“Cross Recoba? A man who got saved by Marty Donovan at End of Days, he’s representing an extremely coveted legacy that has existed before him and will exist after him. But me?”
He steps forward. An aura of intensity seems to ignite around him.
“I’ve created a legacy.”
He points to the hardcore championship.
“Throughout two reigns I’ve held this championship for eight months. In that time I’ve taken this belt and took it from just another title Jrok wanted to pimp, to a top tier championship on the entire network. Even as we speak, Florida Man and Darlene Price are preparing to kill each other just for the opportunity to fight for this title.”
He leans forward, gritted teeth, as he passionately speaks his truth.
“I’ve taken a piece of every single person I’ve defeated to claim and retain this championship. Jesse Jamester hasn’t been the same since I kicked his ass back at Night of Champions.”
Steve cocked his head back and forth. He felt very proud of his actions.
“I am the single greatest Hardcore Champion of the World this company has ever seen and even after I’m finally done, my shoes will just never be filled again.”
He slowly shakes his head.
“So Kasper, in Japan, in Our Feel the Burn match, you may think it’s your night. You may think you're ready to step up to the big time.”
“Just when you think you’ve taken everything that I have to offer, every inch, you're gonna realize that I’ve only been giving you the tip.”
He smirks and does a crotch chop.
“You're going to find out what every other person who has tried to take this belt finds out.”
Steve slowly shakes his head.
“You can’t stop a legacy in the making…”
“And whether you go left or right, they all become another notch in my belt.”
He pats his title.
“Because once that bell rings in Japan….either way,…
Crotch Chop.
“You’re fucked.”
Fade.