[STEELE] Like a Rolling Stone Part 2 (EoD 4)
Oct 19, 2017 15:03:14 GMT -5
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Post by Steele on Oct 19, 2017 15:03:14 GMT -5
*Fade in from black to a scene that we've seen many times before. Jackson Steele is sitting in his study, a roaring fire crackling away in the fireplace casting a glow that flickers and dances over the vast bookcase that covers the entirety of one wall. The AWF Heavyweight Championship nestles safely in its protective cabinet on another wall.*
*In the middle of the room, a singular plush armchair stands next to a side-table upon which an open bottle of vintage brandy sits amidst a pile of papers.*
*Decked out in a fine crimson silk robe and his trusty reading glasses, Jackson Steele sat in the armchair, a large glass of brandy in one hand, and a piece of paper in the other. He is intently scrutinizing the contents of the page, nodding to himself, until he notices the camera trained upon him.*
Steele: Oh. Hello there. You just caught me catching up with some of my fan mail.
*Jackson turns the page over to look at the other side. We see that the side he was just reading is printed with just one word.*
"DIE"
*Jackson tosses the page over his shoulder, and it flutters into the fire.*
Steele: You know, for the last couple of days, I've been receiving a lot of mail from some pretty pissed off Beatles fans. It seems that I hit a nerve... who knew that those were all Rolling Stones songs? Not me!
*Jackson picks up another piece of paper, giving it a glance over as he continues talking to us.*
Steele: Stones, Beatles... all this 70's music sounds the same to me. Truth be told... I'd never even heard of The Beatles until Scorpion started doing their stuff.
*Jackson scrunches up the letter and a wry smile creeps across his face.*
Steele: Okay, okay... so that one was a cheap shot. Of course I've heard of The Beatles- John Lenin. Ringo Stalin. Paul Mugabe.
Rolf Harrison.
*Jackson goes to take a swig from his glass and notices it's empty. He grabs the bottle to pour another shot.*
Steele: Don't worry - this is non-alcoholic. Well, low alcohol. Lower, anyway. I haven't forgotten about last time. I think I've still got the hangover, too.
So anyways, I thought I should do my homework, educate myself a little bit. I went out to but the Beatles complete discography... but then I saw just how many albums they made and I was all like "fuck that!" and torrented it instead!
*Jackson stops and apparently is looking at the cameraman.*
Steele: What? Don't you look at me like that, Greg! You're hardly one to judge - how many of my movies have made their way onto your hard drive? Hmm? And how many of your dollars have made their way into my pocket? Precisely. Yeah I know all about it! And now everybody else does too! Good going, Greg!
Now where was I?
*He looks back down to his side table and spots the stack of angry letters from angry Beatles fans.*
Steele: Oh right, The Beatles! So yeah, anyway - I... let's say I acquired the Beatles back catalog, and I've been giving it a good listen over the last couple of days and it's... well... it's alright I guess.
*He stares at the camera, right into the souls of Beatles fans everywhere - including me, fuck you Jackson you philistine - and beckons "bring on the hate, bitches!"*
Steele: But what it has done is prepare me... it's prepared me for round two. Well, round one-point-five I suppose. A do-over of sorts. Now first things first - I wanna talk about eXXXstacy.
See people tell me I can only win with a little help from my friends... well that don't bother me. They can think what they wanna think. After my match with Storm, when I kinda didn't notice she got kidnapped... Someone came up to me and said "You're gonna lose that girl." I told 'em back; "She's not just another girl - she's a woman! She's a woman, and I love her. Why? because- she's got the Devil in her heart! Thankfully, she's alright but Michael Clarke Duncan, this is your last warning - keep your hands off my baby!
Now that we've got that out of the way... Scorpion - I'm talking about you now! and do you want to know a secret? I'd love you to win this tournament, really I would. But you see - you can't do that.
I've got a feeling that once the bell rings to start our match it won't be long before it rings again to finish it - and I'll be on my way into the finals, and you'll be saying "I'm a loser", "I'm down", "I'm gonna sit right down and cry!"
Hold on a sec...
*He reaches into his robe pocket (yes, his fine silk robe has pockets) and pulls out his cellphone.*
Steele: I better just bring up the track listing in case I forget any of them.
Scorpion, let me just tell you a little bit about myself. You see, in my life, I've grown accustomed to success. In fact this boy has only been pinned once in his career - and I can assure you that it won't happen again - not a second time! I might have only held one championship compared to the myriad accomplishments you've had in wrestling but I must be getting better - I've heard that Her Majesty herself wanted to offer me a knighthood for my services to wrestling!
*He nods as if to try and actually convince us that this is true.*
Steele: I've had a taste of honey with the AWF Championship and now I'm looking for something more! More than just money - the Taxman gets enough out of me as it is!
And how do I get that? All I've got to do is beat you, Scorpion, when we come together in that ring. But there ain't no ring big enough to contain the two of us! I can see this fight spilling out into the crowd, into the backstage area, all through the arena... hell, why don't we do it in the road?
*Jackson places his now-empty glass on the table.*
Steele: Now I'm not completely stupid - I wear glasses after all and glasses are for smart people - so I know that you're going to to be a very, very dangerous opponent. But in spite of all the danger I'm willing to walk the long and winding road to glory once again - just like I've done before - and consider this a friendly warning, a prognostication if you will, from me to you... you'd better run for your life because you won't see me! Scorpion, I'll get you to tap or I'll pin your shoulders down - the fact of the matter is; you're going nowhere man.
You'll be waking up on monday morning asking yourself; "What happened Yesterday?" - But you're not gonna wanna remember what went on the night before! Because I'll fight tooth-and-nail to make it into the final match of a tournament that means a lot to me.
*Jackson winces at his own terrible phrasing.*
Steele: Ok, that last one was a bit of a stretch... and I'm running out of ways to try and shoehorn more titles in so I'll just leave you with this... just like Storm and Kanyon before you, I respect you a hell of a lot. That's part of the reason that I paid homage to your promo style. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to be in awe of you and let my guard down... it doesn't mean that I'm going to give you any less than my best out of reverence for you. What it means is that on Sunday, you're going to get ALL of me, and let me tell you this - when someone takes all of Jackson Steele they usually can't walk for a week!
But I don't mean that I'm gonna give you all my loving... sorry, I had to get THAT one in there... oh no, on Sunday I'll be fighting to prove that Jackson Steele is the toughest, the fastest, the very best of all the wrestlers in the AWF, the XHF, the FBI or the CIA - or the BBC! BB King! It doesn't matter! Wherever I go I aim to be the best! And someone - now I can't remember who - well he once said... "To be the man... WOOOOOOO! You gotta BEAT the man!"
I think it might have been Demolition Smash. I think...
Right now Scorpion, YOU are the man - you're the legend that I want to be one day. So you're the one I have to beat. It's an honor to get to step into the ring with you... you may not know much about me, I might just be some young upstart to you. A kid who got lucky and won his first belt and now thinks he's a big shot. Well let me tell you this - whatever you want to call me, whatever you think of me, this coming sunday I'm going to represent...
*Jackson leans in real close to the camera, his face taking up most of the screen.*
Steele: The end.
*In the middle of the room, a singular plush armchair stands next to a side-table upon which an open bottle of vintage brandy sits amidst a pile of papers.*
*Decked out in a fine crimson silk robe and his trusty reading glasses, Jackson Steele sat in the armchair, a large glass of brandy in one hand, and a piece of paper in the other. He is intently scrutinizing the contents of the page, nodding to himself, until he notices the camera trained upon him.*
Steele: Oh. Hello there. You just caught me catching up with some of my fan mail.
*Jackson turns the page over to look at the other side. We see that the side he was just reading is printed with just one word.*
"DIE"
*Jackson tosses the page over his shoulder, and it flutters into the fire.*
Steele: You know, for the last couple of days, I've been receiving a lot of mail from some pretty pissed off Beatles fans. It seems that I hit a nerve... who knew that those were all Rolling Stones songs? Not me!
*Jackson picks up another piece of paper, giving it a glance over as he continues talking to us.*
Steele: Stones, Beatles... all this 70's music sounds the same to me. Truth be told... I'd never even heard of The Beatles until Scorpion started doing their stuff.
*Jackson scrunches up the letter and a wry smile creeps across his face.*
Steele: Okay, okay... so that one was a cheap shot. Of course I've heard of The Beatles- John Lenin. Ringo Stalin. Paul Mugabe.
Rolf Harrison.
*Jackson goes to take a swig from his glass and notices it's empty. He grabs the bottle to pour another shot.*
Steele: Don't worry - this is non-alcoholic. Well, low alcohol. Lower, anyway. I haven't forgotten about last time. I think I've still got the hangover, too.
So anyways, I thought I should do my homework, educate myself a little bit. I went out to but the Beatles complete discography... but then I saw just how many albums they made and I was all like "fuck that!" and torrented it instead!
*Jackson stops and apparently is looking at the cameraman.*
Steele: What? Don't you look at me like that, Greg! You're hardly one to judge - how many of my movies have made their way onto your hard drive? Hmm? And how many of your dollars have made their way into my pocket? Precisely. Yeah I know all about it! And now everybody else does too! Good going, Greg!
Now where was I?
*He looks back down to his side table and spots the stack of angry letters from angry Beatles fans.*
Steele: Oh right, The Beatles! So yeah, anyway - I... let's say I acquired the Beatles back catalog, and I've been giving it a good listen over the last couple of days and it's... well... it's alright I guess.
*He stares at the camera, right into the souls of Beatles fans everywhere - including me, fuck you Jackson you philistine - and beckons "bring on the hate, bitches!"*
Steele: But what it has done is prepare me... it's prepared me for round two. Well, round one-point-five I suppose. A do-over of sorts. Now first things first - I wanna talk about eXXXstacy.
See people tell me I can only win with a little help from my friends... well that don't bother me. They can think what they wanna think. After my match with Storm, when I kinda didn't notice she got kidnapped... Someone came up to me and said "You're gonna lose that girl." I told 'em back; "She's not just another girl - she's a woman! She's a woman, and I love her. Why? because- she's got the Devil in her heart! Thankfully, she's alright but Michael Clarke Duncan, this is your last warning - keep your hands off my baby!
Now that we've got that out of the way... Scorpion - I'm talking about you now! and do you want to know a secret? I'd love you to win this tournament, really I would. But you see - you can't do that.
I've got a feeling that once the bell rings to start our match it won't be long before it rings again to finish it - and I'll be on my way into the finals, and you'll be saying "I'm a loser", "I'm down", "I'm gonna sit right down and cry!"
Hold on a sec...
*He reaches into his robe pocket (yes, his fine silk robe has pockets) and pulls out his cellphone.*
Steele: I better just bring up the track listing in case I forget any of them.
Scorpion, let me just tell you a little bit about myself. You see, in my life, I've grown accustomed to success. In fact this boy has only been pinned once in his career - and I can assure you that it won't happen again - not a second time! I might have only held one championship compared to the myriad accomplishments you've had in wrestling but I must be getting better - I've heard that Her Majesty herself wanted to offer me a knighthood for my services to wrestling!
*He nods as if to try and actually convince us that this is true.*
Steele: I've had a taste of honey with the AWF Championship and now I'm looking for something more! More than just money - the Taxman gets enough out of me as it is!
And how do I get that? All I've got to do is beat you, Scorpion, when we come together in that ring. But there ain't no ring big enough to contain the two of us! I can see this fight spilling out into the crowd, into the backstage area, all through the arena... hell, why don't we do it in the road?
*Jackson places his now-empty glass on the table.*
Steele: Now I'm not completely stupid - I wear glasses after all and glasses are for smart people - so I know that you're going to to be a very, very dangerous opponent. But in spite of all the danger I'm willing to walk the long and winding road to glory once again - just like I've done before - and consider this a friendly warning, a prognostication if you will, from me to you... you'd better run for your life because you won't see me! Scorpion, I'll get you to tap or I'll pin your shoulders down - the fact of the matter is; you're going nowhere man.
You'll be waking up on monday morning asking yourself; "What happened Yesterday?" - But you're not gonna wanna remember what went on the night before! Because I'll fight tooth-and-nail to make it into the final match of a tournament that means a lot to me.
*Jackson winces at his own terrible phrasing.*
Steele: Ok, that last one was a bit of a stretch... and I'm running out of ways to try and shoehorn more titles in so I'll just leave you with this... just like Storm and Kanyon before you, I respect you a hell of a lot. That's part of the reason that I paid homage to your promo style. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to be in awe of you and let my guard down... it doesn't mean that I'm going to give you any less than my best out of reverence for you. What it means is that on Sunday, you're going to get ALL of me, and let me tell you this - when someone takes all of Jackson Steele they usually can't walk for a week!
But I don't mean that I'm gonna give you all my loving... sorry, I had to get THAT one in there... oh no, on Sunday I'll be fighting to prove that Jackson Steele is the toughest, the fastest, the very best of all the wrestlers in the AWF, the XHF, the FBI or the CIA - or the BBC! BB King! It doesn't matter! Wherever I go I aim to be the best! And someone - now I can't remember who - well he once said... "To be the man... WOOOOOOO! You gotta BEAT the man!"
I think it might have been Demolition Smash. I think...
Right now Scorpion, YOU are the man - you're the legend that I want to be one day. So you're the one I have to beat. It's an honor to get to step into the ring with you... you may not know much about me, I might just be some young upstart to you. A kid who got lucky and won his first belt and now thinks he's a big shot. Well let me tell you this - whatever you want to call me, whatever you think of me, this coming sunday I'm going to represent...
*Jackson leans in real close to the camera, his face taking up most of the screen.*
Steele: The end.