Post by steele on May 7, 2009 15:44:08 GMT -5
Living and Breathing
Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Site: Saint Joseph’s Hospital
The scene opens outside of Saint Joseph’s Hospital. The sky is filed with clouds, and a light rain covers the ground. Even with the rain, there are people hurrying about going to and from this hospital. The scene pans across to see the far left exit door open and one man that is instantly recognizable is Steven Steele. He walks out wearing blue jeans, sneakers, and a Atlanta Hawks playoff t-shirt. Steele makes his way out of the hospital, and on his left hand is a brace that covers his left hand and travels up past his wrist. Steele makes his way across the parking lot, and as he does you can see him grit his teeth just a bit from the pain in his left hand. Steele gets to his Ford F-150 and climbs inside. Steele gets his keys and cranks the truck up. Steele throws it in reverse and makes his way out of his parking space and then puts it in drive and takes off out of the parking lot. The scene pans up high as you can follow his truck leaving Saint Josephs.
***TIME PASSES***
The scene opens at a local park in Dawson County, Ga. The rain is still steady falling as Steele’s black f-150 is parked under two trees and facing the lake. Steele opens the door to his truck and steps out under the cover of the trees. A distant thunder rumbles in the distance as the rain splashes down on the lake. Steele smiles and takes it all in. The expression on his face is that of a deep thinker and a worried man. Steele smiles half heartedly.
“Usually when I get bad news I go to a place that calms me down. As a young child my mother would always take me close to water and we would sit down on a patch of grass and just look at the view. The view of the shoreline from lake to bank or ocean to sand, and it didn’t matter because it would always calm my nerves and to this very day I will go out of my way to get close to the water. I’m sure that sounds to weird for most of you but if you ask me if cared what anyone thought about me…that answer would be simple…no.”
“I was sharing that bit of information with you because I just learned that I now have growing problems with my hand and wrist. I won’t go into detail because it’s not of your f*cking business but I will say that it has taken off more months of my career. Nine years is a good amount of time to be performing, but for the last five I have been injury plagued. I can’t shake it, and the worst part is that I do everything spot on. I rarely miss a spot in my training or in the ring. I work safe and I make sure that the fans get everything they ask for. It sucks to know that retiring will come sooner and sooner for me because I love my job. I love entertaining. Now don’t get my wrong a little hand and arm injury won’t stop me, but it is that added with my history of leg problems and my one back surgery that will get me in the end.”
“However enough of my problems let’s move onto the number one contenders match big match thing that is going to end in some kind of cluster f*ck and when it does I will be laughing my ass off because to be innovative and to find a number one contender…don’t just throw all your eggs into one basket and say…”okay fight” because you know exactly how It will end no matter how much planning and thought are put into it. Tempers and egos flair up and what was looked at as a great and fantastic idea will crumble into nothing more then a cheap battle royal. Now that is my soap box on this match because I am a fan of tournaments and one on one, or even triple threats or fatal four ways. Always have been, and I always will be.”
Steele pauses for a second and opens his truck up. He reaches inside and pulls out a can of Skoal. Steele hits the can against his leg a few quick times and opens the can up. Steele takes out a fair amount of dip and puts it in. Steele wipes his mouth and puts the dip in his back pocket. Steele gives that “what” look as he speaks.
“You look like you are surprised that I just did that on camera. Shocked that I would put a dip in my mouth, shocked that a southern man that works his ass off and was raised in the south would EVER put something like dip under his lip and enjoy it. I know it’s shocking, and yes there might be a little profiling there but hey what can you do?”
“Now back to this gauntlet that will determine the number one contender. First thing is first and that is the CWR World Championship would be something I would love to contend for if the Jeckel won the championship. Why? Because I have never gotten to face the Jeckel himself and that would only add to the legendary career that I have had.”
“Being in CWR is great, but it is a place that I can eyeball who I would like to face and with the addition of Travis Smith and Matt Thornhill…well enough said. Two men that I respect more then anybody in this world, and would love to go one more round with either of them.”
“Travis Smith, you and I have had a storied past. We have more history then a lot of people here. Me and you have destroyed each other and we have brought more fans to their feet then most people could dream off. Classic Smith against Steele is always a winner…then there is Matt Thornhill.”
“Matt, you were always the one everyone wanted to pit against me because you were suppose to be the golden child of the CWF when it was open. Matt, you are the guy that was thought of as better then Steele, and every time we faced each other you always lost. Matt even of your BEST DAY you couldn’t hang with me…but you tried like a good puppet. You wanted to show the guys pulling your strings that would were the right man for the job…that you were the one they could mold to anything they wanted. Matt Thornhill you are more of a sellout and more overrated then ANYBODY I have ever seen or heard of in my life.”
Steele pause a moment and spits on the ground. He laughs a little and continues.
“That’s all fine and good. I am off my soapbox now because I have proven myself to be a legend in this sport and there isn’t a soul that can take that way from me. Do I plan on winning this gauntlet…no. I understand my chances and I’m sure Ill f*ck up sometime during that match, but will I f*ck up on purpose is the question.”
“Because who knows how I will be feeling that night. I may pick some random CWR superstar and decide it’s their night to get their ass kicked more then anyone else, or maybe I will pick on Matthew or Travis. I’m not sure what I will do, but I plan to make it very entertaining. So I will be ready to wrestle at Hardcore Warfare and I plan on making a mark. I plan on doing something special that night, so I will say that everyone needs to keep their eyes open because Steele has NOTHING to lose, and a man is more dangerous when he has nothing to lose…count on it.
Steele spits one more time on the ground and climbs back into his truck. Steele cranks it up and drives off quickly, and the scene fades….end Feed.
Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Site: Saint Joseph’s Hospital
The scene opens outside of Saint Joseph’s Hospital. The sky is filed with clouds, and a light rain covers the ground. Even with the rain, there are people hurrying about going to and from this hospital. The scene pans across to see the far left exit door open and one man that is instantly recognizable is Steven Steele. He walks out wearing blue jeans, sneakers, and a Atlanta Hawks playoff t-shirt. Steele makes his way out of the hospital, and on his left hand is a brace that covers his left hand and travels up past his wrist. Steele makes his way across the parking lot, and as he does you can see him grit his teeth just a bit from the pain in his left hand. Steele gets to his Ford F-150 and climbs inside. Steele gets his keys and cranks the truck up. Steele throws it in reverse and makes his way out of his parking space and then puts it in drive and takes off out of the parking lot. The scene pans up high as you can follow his truck leaving Saint Josephs.
***TIME PASSES***
The scene opens at a local park in Dawson County, Ga. The rain is still steady falling as Steele’s black f-150 is parked under two trees and facing the lake. Steele opens the door to his truck and steps out under the cover of the trees. A distant thunder rumbles in the distance as the rain splashes down on the lake. Steele smiles and takes it all in. The expression on his face is that of a deep thinker and a worried man. Steele smiles half heartedly.
“Usually when I get bad news I go to a place that calms me down. As a young child my mother would always take me close to water and we would sit down on a patch of grass and just look at the view. The view of the shoreline from lake to bank or ocean to sand, and it didn’t matter because it would always calm my nerves and to this very day I will go out of my way to get close to the water. I’m sure that sounds to weird for most of you but if you ask me if cared what anyone thought about me…that answer would be simple…no.”
“I was sharing that bit of information with you because I just learned that I now have growing problems with my hand and wrist. I won’t go into detail because it’s not of your f*cking business but I will say that it has taken off more months of my career. Nine years is a good amount of time to be performing, but for the last five I have been injury plagued. I can’t shake it, and the worst part is that I do everything spot on. I rarely miss a spot in my training or in the ring. I work safe and I make sure that the fans get everything they ask for. It sucks to know that retiring will come sooner and sooner for me because I love my job. I love entertaining. Now don’t get my wrong a little hand and arm injury won’t stop me, but it is that added with my history of leg problems and my one back surgery that will get me in the end.”
“However enough of my problems let’s move onto the number one contenders match big match thing that is going to end in some kind of cluster f*ck and when it does I will be laughing my ass off because to be innovative and to find a number one contender…don’t just throw all your eggs into one basket and say…”okay fight” because you know exactly how It will end no matter how much planning and thought are put into it. Tempers and egos flair up and what was looked at as a great and fantastic idea will crumble into nothing more then a cheap battle royal. Now that is my soap box on this match because I am a fan of tournaments and one on one, or even triple threats or fatal four ways. Always have been, and I always will be.”
Steele pauses for a second and opens his truck up. He reaches inside and pulls out a can of Skoal. Steele hits the can against his leg a few quick times and opens the can up. Steele takes out a fair amount of dip and puts it in. Steele wipes his mouth and puts the dip in his back pocket. Steele gives that “what” look as he speaks.
“You look like you are surprised that I just did that on camera. Shocked that I would put a dip in my mouth, shocked that a southern man that works his ass off and was raised in the south would EVER put something like dip under his lip and enjoy it. I know it’s shocking, and yes there might be a little profiling there but hey what can you do?”
“Now back to this gauntlet that will determine the number one contender. First thing is first and that is the CWR World Championship would be something I would love to contend for if the Jeckel won the championship. Why? Because I have never gotten to face the Jeckel himself and that would only add to the legendary career that I have had.”
“Being in CWR is great, but it is a place that I can eyeball who I would like to face and with the addition of Travis Smith and Matt Thornhill…well enough said. Two men that I respect more then anybody in this world, and would love to go one more round with either of them.”
“Travis Smith, you and I have had a storied past. We have more history then a lot of people here. Me and you have destroyed each other and we have brought more fans to their feet then most people could dream off. Classic Smith against Steele is always a winner…then there is Matt Thornhill.”
“Matt, you were always the one everyone wanted to pit against me because you were suppose to be the golden child of the CWF when it was open. Matt, you are the guy that was thought of as better then Steele, and every time we faced each other you always lost. Matt even of your BEST DAY you couldn’t hang with me…but you tried like a good puppet. You wanted to show the guys pulling your strings that would were the right man for the job…that you were the one they could mold to anything they wanted. Matt Thornhill you are more of a sellout and more overrated then ANYBODY I have ever seen or heard of in my life.”
Steele pause a moment and spits on the ground. He laughs a little and continues.
“That’s all fine and good. I am off my soapbox now because I have proven myself to be a legend in this sport and there isn’t a soul that can take that way from me. Do I plan on winning this gauntlet…no. I understand my chances and I’m sure Ill f*ck up sometime during that match, but will I f*ck up on purpose is the question.”
“Because who knows how I will be feeling that night. I may pick some random CWR superstar and decide it’s their night to get their ass kicked more then anyone else, or maybe I will pick on Matthew or Travis. I’m not sure what I will do, but I plan to make it very entertaining. So I will be ready to wrestle at Hardcore Warfare and I plan on making a mark. I plan on doing something special that night, so I will say that everyone needs to keep their eyes open because Steele has NOTHING to lose, and a man is more dangerous when he has nothing to lose…count on it.
Steele spits one more time on the ground and climbs back into his truck. Steele cranks it up and drives off quickly, and the scene fades….end Feed.