Post by franchiseface on Mar 13, 2022 22:58:49 GMT -5
Steve Awesome steps out of the back of his private limo and scoffs at the surroundings he finds himself in.
“Really? A shady Motel six?”
The Empire was throwing a pizza party and The Face of the Franchise was really hesitant to go inside. It’s not that he didn’t like social gatherings or pizza parties, but it was more that he just didn’t really like the other members of the Empire.
“Hey, you’re Steve Awesome!”
A young Canadian fan spotted him and Steve cursed under his breath.
“*sigh* Yeah….I bet you want an autograph…
“No way! My dad says you are a pussy!”
Steve clutches his chest in shock.
“What the hell!?”
The kid spits on the ground.
“Everyone saw you get scared of the match stipulation, eh. Ha ha, pussy!”
The little kid rode off on his bike and Steve watched on, just surprised it was even said, let alone what it meant.
“Damn it, Donzig!”
Steve went storming into the hotel.
—-
Inside the conference hall there were balloons and streamers set up. A big table with all sorts of pizzas from a local chain, and a dozen two liters of various types of soda. Donzig was the first person Steve saw as he walked in.
“Donzig, I want to talk to you.”
Donzig nodded.
“Yes. I want to talk to you, too. This is a party of pizza and friendship afterall.”
“What? No, I mean I have something specific to say. Look man, the other day when you accepted The Bastards stip without talking to me about it, I think there was a weird camera angle where I looked….”
He searched for the right word.
“…concerned…”
He gives a satisfied nod and continues.
“…about such a brutal match type. I think it might have given people the wrong idea.”
Donzig nods.
“I get it. You don’t have to worry about being scared. I’ll be there to protect you.”
Donzig pounds his fist onto his heart as Steve just face palms out of frustration.
“No. I wasn’t scared. I mean, I’m definitely not thrilled to compete in that match, but I’m not scared.”
Primal steps up behind Steve, holding a pizza.
“Don’t be scared. That’s why I gave you my extra special armor.”
“Yeah, about that…”
Steve was gonna tell him off but once he turned around and remembered how much of a monster Primal was, he decided to change his tone.
“…thank you..”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Everyone turns to look at Timeless, as he stands by the table eating a slice of pizza.
“We know you're not scared, and even if you are, we know you are not afraid to go to war, Steve. That’s why we asked you to join us. Because you’ll do what needs to be done to get what you want.”
Steve nods his head.
“And what does matter, is me crushing Jamester and Donzig and You beating the hell out of the Bastards and walking out with a bunch of Gold to show everyone we aren’t playing around. The Empire is here to make a stand.”
Steve smirks.
“You know, I suppose I could eat a little pizza to that.”
Each member of The Empire raises up their slice of pizza into the air in respect.
“We creep ever closer to Crowning of a Champion and The Bastards think they have it all figured out. They think they are one step ahead when they are wrong just like they were wrong last time we faced.”
He laughs.
“They think that making a match have no rules with a last man standing stip is this big plan to tilt the odds into their favor. But if you haven’t noticed, The Empire hasn't exactly been playing by the rules and we’ve been the last men standing every time we’ve met.”
“So if anything, The Bastards finally caught up.”
He shrugs.
“But if you ask me, it’s too little too late.”
He runs a palm through his hair.
“And now the third time's the charm, because after Donzig and I trash the Bastards once and yet again, we are going to become the NPW tag team champions.”
He rubs his hands together in anticipation.
“And see the funny thing about that really, is that The Bastards think they have us stepping into their world. They turned up the violence factor and NOW they are going to be able to defend themselves from us kicking their asses.”
He chuckles.
“But the thing is, it’s not going to be such a familiar place for the Bastards inside that ring at Crowning of a Champion. As a matter of fact, Rob, Frank…”
He pulls his sunglasses off to reveal a pair of reckless green eyes and a confident smirk. A very dangerous combination.
“It’s gonna be a real bastard of a learning experience.”
He glares into the camera.
“You are going to find out how scared I really am when that bell rings. You are going to find out just how comfortable I can really be in a violent atmosphere. And trust me, I know it’s going to be one hell of a fight. You aren’t confident coming into this for no reason. But the difference between us is just how far and how low Donzig and I are willing to go.”
He smirks.
“At Crowning of a Champion, you Bastards are going to figure that out first hand when we kick your ass and take your titles.”
Crotch chop.
“Really? A shady Motel six?”
The Empire was throwing a pizza party and The Face of the Franchise was really hesitant to go inside. It’s not that he didn’t like social gatherings or pizza parties, but it was more that he just didn’t really like the other members of the Empire.
“Hey, you’re Steve Awesome!”
A young Canadian fan spotted him and Steve cursed under his breath.
“*sigh* Yeah….I bet you want an autograph…
“No way! My dad says you are a pussy!”
Steve clutches his chest in shock.
“What the hell!?”
The kid spits on the ground.
“Everyone saw you get scared of the match stipulation, eh. Ha ha, pussy!”
The little kid rode off on his bike and Steve watched on, just surprised it was even said, let alone what it meant.
“Damn it, Donzig!”
Steve went storming into the hotel.
—-
Inside the conference hall there were balloons and streamers set up. A big table with all sorts of pizzas from a local chain, and a dozen two liters of various types of soda. Donzig was the first person Steve saw as he walked in.
“Donzig, I want to talk to you.”
Donzig nodded.
“Yes. I want to talk to you, too. This is a party of pizza and friendship afterall.”
“What? No, I mean I have something specific to say. Look man, the other day when you accepted The Bastards stip without talking to me about it, I think there was a weird camera angle where I looked….”
He searched for the right word.
“…concerned…”
He gives a satisfied nod and continues.
“…about such a brutal match type. I think it might have given people the wrong idea.”
Donzig nods.
“I get it. You don’t have to worry about being scared. I’ll be there to protect you.”
Donzig pounds his fist onto his heart as Steve just face palms out of frustration.
“No. I wasn’t scared. I mean, I’m definitely not thrilled to compete in that match, but I’m not scared.”
Primal steps up behind Steve, holding a pizza.
“Don’t be scared. That’s why I gave you my extra special armor.”
“Yeah, about that…”
Steve was gonna tell him off but once he turned around and remembered how much of a monster Primal was, he decided to change his tone.
“…thank you..”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Everyone turns to look at Timeless, as he stands by the table eating a slice of pizza.
“We know you're not scared, and even if you are, we know you are not afraid to go to war, Steve. That’s why we asked you to join us. Because you’ll do what needs to be done to get what you want.”
Steve nods his head.
“And what does matter, is me crushing Jamester and Donzig and You beating the hell out of the Bastards and walking out with a bunch of Gold to show everyone we aren’t playing around. The Empire is here to make a stand.”
Steve smirks.
“You know, I suppose I could eat a little pizza to that.”
Each member of The Empire raises up their slice of pizza into the air in respect.
“We creep ever closer to Crowning of a Champion and The Bastards think they have it all figured out. They think they are one step ahead when they are wrong just like they were wrong last time we faced.”
He laughs.
“They think that making a match have no rules with a last man standing stip is this big plan to tilt the odds into their favor. But if you haven’t noticed, The Empire hasn't exactly been playing by the rules and we’ve been the last men standing every time we’ve met.”
“So if anything, The Bastards finally caught up.”
He shrugs.
“But if you ask me, it’s too little too late.”
He runs a palm through his hair.
“And now the third time's the charm, because after Donzig and I trash the Bastards once and yet again, we are going to become the NPW tag team champions.”
He rubs his hands together in anticipation.
“And see the funny thing about that really, is that The Bastards think they have us stepping into their world. They turned up the violence factor and NOW they are going to be able to defend themselves from us kicking their asses.”
He chuckles.
“But the thing is, it’s not going to be such a familiar place for the Bastards inside that ring at Crowning of a Champion. As a matter of fact, Rob, Frank…”
He pulls his sunglasses off to reveal a pair of reckless green eyes and a confident smirk. A very dangerous combination.
“It’s gonna be a real bastard of a learning experience.”
He glares into the camera.
“You are going to find out how scared I really am when that bell rings. You are going to find out just how comfortable I can really be in a violent atmosphere. And trust me, I know it’s going to be one hell of a fight. You aren’t confident coming into this for no reason. But the difference between us is just how far and how low Donzig and I are willing to go.”
He smirks.
“At Crowning of a Champion, you Bastards are going to figure that out first hand when we kick your ass and take your titles.”
Crotch chop.
