Coming to the stage

Ooc: at work. Will code later.

Panning upward, we start on the jeans. Tight and form-fitting to show off his impressive bulge. Then a black vest. Sleeveless to show off his sexy arms and open in the middle to reveal his chiseled abs. On each shoulder hung a shiny championship belt.

His hair, immaculate.

His sunglasses, drippin.

The look on his face, confused at best.

“Donzig…”

There were also elements of disgust. You could even see a bit of pity coming from the look on his face.

“What in “The” absolute hell is wrong with you, man?”

But mostly it was just condescending.

“You know, I’ve been in this business for a long time. I’ve wrestled a lot of weirdos. And in typical Donzig fashion, you’re not exactly at the top or upper tier of weirdest people I’ve wrestled, but you are sort of worming your way into the conversation.”

Steve chuckles at the absurdity.

“I mean, this man out here hissing. Grown ass man, hissing at me and shit. This is like those kids in school who do the Naruto run through the hallways like a spaz and then wonder why the cool kids made fun of them.”

He laughs at his joke but then shakes his head and gets serious.

“But we’re not here to talk about how much Donzig got made fun of in High School. I mean that’s a forgone conclusion. Despite how weird he is, somewhere between the hissing and the big Lovecraftian words, our good friend Don Bon Jovi made his intentions known.”

Steve grabs the Openweight Title off his shoulder and raises it up into the air.

“Seems like our little friend has his googly eyes fixated on this bad boy right here.”

He thrusted the title forward.

“Is that what you want? Is this your little “precious” you creepy little goblin!?”

Steve nodded and smirked.

“It should be.”

The confidence dripped off his voice.

“I told the world that this is the real top belt around here. Forget Swat, forget Brave, forget the Double Crown. This title is the pinnacle of this entire company simply because I hold it.

He draped HIS belt back onto HIS shoulder.

“You absolutely should be doing whatever you can to capture the TOP Belt in the entire CWA. I mean let’s get right to it. If you aren’t in this business to try and step up and try and beat the real top guy,-“

He points directly to himself.

“- then what are you even doing in the business anyway? Am I right? Of course I am.”

He nods his head.

“So you made your aspirations known. You want what I have. You want my title. You think I stole it from you, but really all I did was make D tap out to win it. Where were you when that happened? Coming up short.”

He pauses.

“But you know something? I noticed something when I listened to you the other day. The sound of your voice. The more I listen to you hiss and spit all I could hear was the growing sound of frustration. The crippling, voice breaking sound of desperation. I get it, Donzig. You’ve come so close so many times that it’s getting to the point that even you don’t really believe in the hollow threats your spitting.”

He slowly shakes his head and tsks as he does so.

“That’s a shame.”

He looks into the camera.

“But you better learn to believe like a young kid on Christmas. Because you are stepping into the ring with the Face of the Franchise. The real top guy. And I’ll tell you right now, not many people get a second chance at a first impression.”

He points at himself and then Donzig through the camera lens.

“But we do.”

He outstretched his arms.

“New network, new channel and a whole new batch of opponents and fans to watch us. And I made some bold claims. I told them all to watch what I do. I told them to come watch a real top guy in action and that sucks for you Donzig because I have every intention on walking into NPW Main Event and delivering the goods. I don’t care if you use your little title shot or not.

He crossed his arms and nods.

“Because while you play pretend big shot, I know exactly what it takes to be the Face of the Franchise.”

He hits a crotch chop.

“Suck it.”

Suddenly an announcer voice is heard.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!”

A roaring crowd begins to cheer.

“PLEASE WELCOME TO THE STAGE…..THE NPW OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION…..”

…THE FACE OF THE FRANCHISE!!!!

….EVERYBODIES FAVORITE!!!!!

….and the REAL TOP GUY OF NPW AND CWA…

Steve pulls his sunglasses down and gives a wink.

…STEVE AWESOME!!!!!!!”

The crowd goes insane as the Real Top Guy hits the stage.