Post by steele on May 9, 2009 20:07:02 GMT -5
Sweet Intoxication
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The first sound you hear is a ding…and thing another ding.
“F*ck!”
The first words you hear as the scene opens up on Steven Steele’s kitchen. Steele is bent over trying to clean up what was going to be dinner. Steele is talking to himself, cursing under his breath with every other word.
“Fucking chicken potpie, and who the hell said it was a easy meal to make.”
“It will be easy to cook mom says. No sweat at all grandma said. Not even you Steven can screw this up they both said. Well I sure as hell proved them wrong. Can’t even hold on to the motherfucking pan….”
A moments pause and then.
“MOTHER FUCKER IT’S STILL COLD!”
All of the sudden you see bread, chicken, and a pan start flying up from the ground where Steele is kneeling. Then you hear a loud thud as Steele hits the counter with his fist as he stands up. Steele looks around as if he could kill someone. Steele looks around and gathers himself as he sees the kitchen that was once spotless is now covered in potpie. Steele shakes his head in defeat he walks out of the kitchen and into his den. Steele reaches down to his coffee table where a dr. pepper and his cell phone hits. Steele takes his drink and takes two gulps and then pick his phone up. Steele still shaking his head dials a few numbers…followed by the usual rings.
“Hello...yes I would. Yeah a large cheese pizza with a 20 ounce pepsi. No I would not like to donate to his charity…hell no, just the pizza and since you said that forget the pepsi…I have beers here. Thanks. One hour? Fine.”
Click….end phone call
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The scene opens inside Steele’s kitchen where an open pizza hut box sits with three slices taken out of what looks to be a freshly made cheese pizza. The scene then fades into a den where Steven Steele sits down. He has his feet up on his coffee table and is relaxed on the couch. Steele has a beer in hand and on the couch next to him is a plate with just crumbs of what must have been pizza. Steele burps loudly.
“Damn…don’t remember eating her…”
Steele stretches a bit and laughs a little.
“Matt, my mentally challenged friend Matty ‘not ice’ Thornhill. It’s been sometime hasn’t it? It has been a very long time since you and I have been in the same ring together. What hasn’t changed Matt is that you pick out something to small as a dip I enjoyed the other day and then you bridge that over to how may career is something that nobody cares about. Talk about your cheap insults. Now Matt I was hurt when you said I have always played second fiddle to you…no wait I wasn’t. I could care less what you think and do you know why? Yeah I know you are waiting for me to tell you aren’t you. You want me to tell you that I have never lost to you and build all that hype up and then make a few cheap shots at your career, and while yes that would be time consuming and long winded and fun because you are nothing more then a joke to me…I have come to a better understanding about you and your career.”
Steele leans up
“You’re sleeping Matt. Those dreams of being a world champion and being the main event are all just wonderful dreams you have been having over the years. Matt, while yes at one point in time for about a month you were one of the VERY best, you are a one shot wonder. Everyone sees it and everyone knows it except you Matt and the only reason you refuse to see it is because you are sleeping. You are unaware of the reality of your situation. Matt no one has come along to wake you up and show you that these dreams of being the best are just that.”
“Dream…Matt was CWF World Champion…Reality…lost the strap soon after. Dream…Matt is better then Steven Steele…reality…Matt has a losing record against Steele. Dream…Matt winning the gauntlet…reality…he isn’t good enough.”
“See the trend Matt? If you were so great and wonderful then why couldn’t you hold the CWF Championship proud and enjoy a long and dominant run? Simple…you aren’t World Title material.”
“Now before you get on your high horse about how my two title runs weren’t so great, and yeah they weren’t and I’m still sore about that but I won the CWF title two times while the CWF was on life support. I know that and I am very much aware of it, but I wore the title proudly because of the history behind it. Same way with the International Championship...I was DOMINANT. Matt I carried the CWF it’s last year of operation. I was the one that filled the seats, and I was the one that put on the best matches. Man in the Box with Travis Smith. Against you for the International Title, against Mike Manson, and won the main event at the last Electromania.”
Steele stands up and picks up his plate.
“Matt before you start running off at the mouth and spilling nothing but bullshit…think before you speak. I realize everything that was going on with the CWF in it’s last month or so, and maybe I was ‘given’ the CWF World Title but I earned it. I busted my ass to become the very best. Matt it shocks me that all you have to do is show up and everyone blows a load in their pants, and then when they expect so much out of you…you vanish. Matt you are what we call a bust. You have so much potential and yet you piss it all away…see…sleeping. You take that first impression that people get, and you show up for a few shows and then when it counts you can’t be counted on. You go back to sleep and you dream about what happened when in reality life goes on without the Natural.”
Steele walks into the kitchen and puts the plate down on the sink.
“So if you win the Gauntlet that is all fine and well. When you are facing the CWR Champion and you vanish it will be just like every other time people expected great things out of you…you disappoint every time. You want to call me second fiddle…please take a good look in the mirror.”
Steele walks over to his pizza box and closes it. He puts the pizza in the fridge and turns back to the counter and begins to wash his hands.
“As far as everyone else in this gauntlet…I wish them the very best of luck. I know I can still go toe to toe with anyone on the CWR roster. I am going to put on a show that the fans won’t soon forget, and Matt mark my words you will NOT win. I will make sure of that….oh and by the way Matt.”
Steele kneels down off camera and then comes back up with a Dr. Pepper can in hand. He pops the top and takes a few chugs and wipes his mouth.
“ahhh…I’m a Dr. Pepper fan.”
Steele walks off the scene drinking his DR. PEPPER. End feed.
OFF CAMERA
The first sound you hear is a ding…and thing another ding.
“F*ck!”
The first words you hear as the scene opens up on Steven Steele’s kitchen. Steele is bent over trying to clean up what was going to be dinner. Steele is talking to himself, cursing under his breath with every other word.
“Fucking chicken potpie, and who the hell said it was a easy meal to make.”
“It will be easy to cook mom says. No sweat at all grandma said. Not even you Steven can screw this up they both said. Well I sure as hell proved them wrong. Can’t even hold on to the motherfucking pan….”
A moments pause and then.
“MOTHER FUCKER IT’S STILL COLD!”
All of the sudden you see bread, chicken, and a pan start flying up from the ground where Steele is kneeling. Then you hear a loud thud as Steele hits the counter with his fist as he stands up. Steele looks around as if he could kill someone. Steele looks around and gathers himself as he sees the kitchen that was once spotless is now covered in potpie. Steele shakes his head in defeat he walks out of the kitchen and into his den. Steele reaches down to his coffee table where a dr. pepper and his cell phone hits. Steele takes his drink and takes two gulps and then pick his phone up. Steele still shaking his head dials a few numbers…followed by the usual rings.
“Hello...yes I would. Yeah a large cheese pizza with a 20 ounce pepsi. No I would not like to donate to his charity…hell no, just the pizza and since you said that forget the pepsi…I have beers here. Thanks. One hour? Fine.”
Click….end phone call
ON CAMERA
The scene opens inside Steele’s kitchen where an open pizza hut box sits with three slices taken out of what looks to be a freshly made cheese pizza. The scene then fades into a den where Steven Steele sits down. He has his feet up on his coffee table and is relaxed on the couch. Steele has a beer in hand and on the couch next to him is a plate with just crumbs of what must have been pizza. Steele burps loudly.
“Damn…don’t remember eating her…”
Steele stretches a bit and laughs a little.
“Matt, my mentally challenged friend Matty ‘not ice’ Thornhill. It’s been sometime hasn’t it? It has been a very long time since you and I have been in the same ring together. What hasn’t changed Matt is that you pick out something to small as a dip I enjoyed the other day and then you bridge that over to how may career is something that nobody cares about. Talk about your cheap insults. Now Matt I was hurt when you said I have always played second fiddle to you…no wait I wasn’t. I could care less what you think and do you know why? Yeah I know you are waiting for me to tell you aren’t you. You want me to tell you that I have never lost to you and build all that hype up and then make a few cheap shots at your career, and while yes that would be time consuming and long winded and fun because you are nothing more then a joke to me…I have come to a better understanding about you and your career.”
Steele leans up
“You’re sleeping Matt. Those dreams of being a world champion and being the main event are all just wonderful dreams you have been having over the years. Matt, while yes at one point in time for about a month you were one of the VERY best, you are a one shot wonder. Everyone sees it and everyone knows it except you Matt and the only reason you refuse to see it is because you are sleeping. You are unaware of the reality of your situation. Matt no one has come along to wake you up and show you that these dreams of being the best are just that.”
“Dream…Matt was CWF World Champion…Reality…lost the strap soon after. Dream…Matt is better then Steven Steele…reality…Matt has a losing record against Steele. Dream…Matt winning the gauntlet…reality…he isn’t good enough.”
“See the trend Matt? If you were so great and wonderful then why couldn’t you hold the CWF Championship proud and enjoy a long and dominant run? Simple…you aren’t World Title material.”
“Now before you get on your high horse about how my two title runs weren’t so great, and yeah they weren’t and I’m still sore about that but I won the CWF title two times while the CWF was on life support. I know that and I am very much aware of it, but I wore the title proudly because of the history behind it. Same way with the International Championship...I was DOMINANT. Matt I carried the CWF it’s last year of operation. I was the one that filled the seats, and I was the one that put on the best matches. Man in the Box with Travis Smith. Against you for the International Title, against Mike Manson, and won the main event at the last Electromania.”
Steele stands up and picks up his plate.
“Matt before you start running off at the mouth and spilling nothing but bullshit…think before you speak. I realize everything that was going on with the CWF in it’s last month or so, and maybe I was ‘given’ the CWF World Title but I earned it. I busted my ass to become the very best. Matt it shocks me that all you have to do is show up and everyone blows a load in their pants, and then when they expect so much out of you…you vanish. Matt you are what we call a bust. You have so much potential and yet you piss it all away…see…sleeping. You take that first impression that people get, and you show up for a few shows and then when it counts you can’t be counted on. You go back to sleep and you dream about what happened when in reality life goes on without the Natural.”
Steele walks into the kitchen and puts the plate down on the sink.
“So if you win the Gauntlet that is all fine and well. When you are facing the CWR Champion and you vanish it will be just like every other time people expected great things out of you…you disappoint every time. You want to call me second fiddle…please take a good look in the mirror.”
Steele walks over to his pizza box and closes it. He puts the pizza in the fridge and turns back to the counter and begins to wash his hands.
“As far as everyone else in this gauntlet…I wish them the very best of luck. I know I can still go toe to toe with anyone on the CWR roster. I am going to put on a show that the fans won’t soon forget, and Matt mark my words you will NOT win. I will make sure of that….oh and by the way Matt.”
Steele kneels down off camera and then comes back up with a Dr. Pepper can in hand. He pops the top and takes a few chugs and wipes his mouth.
“ahhh…I’m a Dr. Pepper fan.”
Steele walks off the scene drinking his DR. PEPPER. End feed.