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Telethon, Last Part
Steve Knox was not your average wrestler.
Actually, he was kind of your average wrestler, it's just that he was both good at his trade and he liked to make people think he was something bigger, something incandescent, something that transcended the fundamentals of professional wrestling itself. In the end, however, he was like any other wrestler... a guy who jumped around in a square shaped platform surrounded by steel cables while wearing tights and fighting off similarly-garbed people. But suspension of disbelief is a fundamental part of professional wrestling, and nobody knew that like Steve Knox.
Steve Knox knew the show business of wrestling better than most, as not only was he a second generation wrestler, but also the son of a bonafide wrestling legend and actor named Earl "the Pearl" Knox. He also had two brothers, one older and one younger, who also were professional wrestlers. In fact, both of them were contracted to PRIME Wrestling not too long ago.
Steve primarilly wrestled for the Squared Circle upon the loss of its television deal at the end of 2004, and he was its most decorated champion. winning a total of eight championships in a short span of time. Now the big fish in a small pond, Steve has decided to ply his trade in a different promotion.
Unfortunately for him, the promotion he chose was New Frontier Wrestling, the federation so ****ed up that Craig Miles was in charge of it. In other words, the inmates of NFW weren't just running the asylum... they had a major financial interest in it.
Nonetheless, Steve was committed, even if he seemed just a little out of place. The scene was back in the possibly fictional city of Beefville: City of the Annoyed, somewhere in the USA. We don't know exactly where. It's what added to the mystery of the city. Anyway, we were specifically back on the set of the Steve Knox For Television Champion Telethon, which has increasingly looked less like a telethon the longer it went. Nevertheless, our hosts were back on their own after the visits from the Squadron of Ringside Wrestling, Eddie Scott Poser of "Poland", and Miranda O'Reily, the manager of the Princes of New England in PRIME.
Steve Knox was dressed in a collared white shirt and khaki pants, as well as sneakers. Meanwhile, his co-host, Alexandria Malone, had finally had a "talk" with the on-set fashion designer (read: Beef, who wanted Alexandria to wear the shortest skirt allowed by international law) and simply resumed wearing what she would normally wear in such situations. In this case, a kind of a flowery, "autumn-themed" tunic and a pair of black leather pants. Oddly enough, the aforementioned on-set fashion designer (read: Beef) approved of this anyway. Even if he never once looked at Alexandria's face.
Steve looked at the camera, an almost solemn look on his face.
STEVE KNOX: We're now winding down here at the Steve Knox For Television Champion Telethon.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Oh? Too bad.
STEVE KNOX: Well, to be frank, we'd have been done long ago, but we kept getting interrupted by some troll who thinks that endlessly promoting himself would get him anywhere. I know, crazy, why would a telethon keep getting interrupted? (shrugs) Anyway, before we go, we had the chance the interview people about the upcoming title match that I'm sure I'll win since I'm... y'know. Awesome.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Everyone that's kinda important to this... um, movement of Steve's went out into the town to conduct these interviews.
STEVE KNOX: Enjoy.
We cut to the city streets of Beefville. They're fairly nondescript, nothing you wouldn't see in any other town. Virtual monuments to the gods of stone and glass gods towering above the streets, a couple of hobos, maybe a car or two... nothing you wouldn't see in any other city. People walked around in this possibly fictional setting, as well, including people going to their fictional jobs to do fictional tax law, or fictional food vendors selling fictional hot dogs on street corners. One such food vendor had a microphone shoved so far into his face that you'd swear that it was picking his nose for him. Of course, the perpetrator of this act was none other than El Janito of Mega Job.
EL JANITO: Sir! Sir sir! Siiiiir!
VENDOR: Get this thing out of my nose.
We cut to a business man, standing next to a smiling Alexandria Malone.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Hello, sir, could you give us your thoughts about the upcoming TV title battle royale at NFW's Wrestlestock 2?
BUSINESSMAN: What?
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Oh. Sorry. I'm from the Steve Knox For Television Champion Telethon.
BUSINESSMAN: Oh, okay. I suppose it's... an uncensored and ambitious look at society on the whole, where people engage in mortal combat for the rights to be declared the champion of television.
There was a pause.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: You have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
BUSINESSMAN: Not a clue.
We cut to Steve Knox, standing by with one of the very lovely hobos in the area. And by "lovely", I mean "smells like sewage", "missing a few teeth", and "almost permanently has a bottle of some cheap alcohol in his hand". You know, he could be related to Joe The Plumber.
STEVE KNOX: Hello, sir. What are your thoughts on my winning the Television Title at Wrestlestock 2?
HOBO: Wreshulsthuck? Ish that some sorta booze?
STEVE KNOX: No, sir. It's a pay-per-view. By New Frontier Wrestling.
HOBO: Oh. No, shur, I don't reckon I keep up wish `dis... wreshulin'.
STEVE KNOX: But you agree that I should win the title, right?
HOBO: ...Give me five bucks, an' I'll tell ya.
As Steve paused before reaching into his pocket, we cut to Beef, who was now talking to somebody else. He was likely drawn to this person because this person did, in fact, have boobs. Janito even held the microphone to the woman's boobs.
BEEF: Hello, I'm here to ask you two about whether or not Steve Knox should win the Television Championship at... whatever the pay-per-view is called.
WOMAN: There's only one of me.
BEEF: So, are you like... one person telepathically linked between two bodies?
WOMAN: I'm up here.
Beef looked up to see that there was a head connected to those boobs, and it looked annoyed with him. Beef blinked, and decided to talk to this head for a bit.
BEEF: So. Same question I asked those two down there. And I'll throw in an offer to climb aboard the USS Mean Beef Machine at no additional charge.
We cut to Steve Knox just as the woman raised her arm to destroy Beef in the face. Steve is with a guy. Just some guy.
STEVE KNOX: Hello, sir. How good do you think I'd look with, I dunno, fifteen pounds of gold over my shoulder?
JUST SOME GUY: Are you some kind of weirdo freak?
STEVE KNOX: No, I'm a professional wrestler. (pause) ...Wow. Okay, when I put it that way, I sound a whole lot less awesome. But yeah. I'm Steve Knox for the Steve Knox For Television Champion Telethon.
JUST SOME GUY: If I said "yes, you'd look good", would you go away?
STEVE KNOX: Almost definitely. I'll just have the guys edit the video afterwards.
We cut to Alexandria Malone.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: So, like... I dunno. Hanging out with that Codemaster guy really brought my mood down, you know? I totally never understood half the things he said and he always seemed so... shady. You know? Like, he always spoke in whispers when around those Falk guys, and then whenever I went to see what was up, they'd all clam up. It was... unsettling. I think they were totally talking about me behind my back, you know?
There was a pause.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Steve, that camera isn't on, is it?
STEVE (THE RAMBLING COMMUNIST): NO.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: See, I'm asking because I swear I think that red light is blinking.
STEVE: IMAGINATION.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: You think I'm just imagining it? It's right there. It's blinking. My easily distracted attention span is clearly focusing on it.
From behind the camera, Steve seemed to just pause and glare at Alexandria.
STEVE: DROIDS.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: ...These aren't the droids I'm looking for...
STEVE: ALONG.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: ...Move along.
We cut back to Beef, who had a bandage around his head, his arm in a sling, and he had crutches. He was also confronted by a second set of boobs.
BEEF: Oh, talking cleavage... will you not nuture me in your busom? I need healing in a thoroughly sexual nature.
The "talking cleavage" calmly reached into her purse and pulled out a tazer.
BEEF: Aw, dangit.
We then cut away before Beef had a chance to get fried. We're now back with both Steve Knox and Alexandria Malone, who were both stunned into silence. Finally, Steve spoke up, glaring off the camera.
STEVE KNOX: Janito.
EL JANITO: Er, yes?
STEVE KNOX: When Beef gets out of the hospital... again... let him know that his services, as well as yours, won't be required after this.
EL JANITO: Um. `Kay, but we didn't have a chance to edit that BECAUSE Beef ended up in the hospital. Apparently, they had to resuscitate him after some lady shot him in the nuts with a taser.
Steve Knox noticably winced upon imagining the pain of this scenario. Nonetheless, he pointed at Janito.
STEVE KNOX: Still. You're fired.
EL JANITO: (shrugs) Not the first time, not the last time.
Steve then turned to the camera.
STEVE KNOX: Nevertheless, even in a city full of people who don't know what NFW is, the support for me is exceptionally high. The NFW fans, the people who aren't familiar with NFW, the Knoxheads who know me everywhere, and even, probably, some of the people actually *in* the TV Title Royale itself all want to see me, Steve Knox, come away with the championship. And why wouldn't they? Under my glorious direction, NFW's television title division will propser in ways that Joe The Plumber's year-long stranglehold of the title could never have placed it. If I may be bold to say, come Wrestlestock, you'll see that all this stuff I say about being awesome and more talented than the rest of you lot... isn't just talk.
Steve paused.
STEVE KNOX: And with that, I hereby declare this telethon closed.
Steve turned to the phone operators.
STEVE KNOX: So, how much did we make?
PHONE GUY: (shouting) Three dollars and seventy-eight cents!
Steve groaned.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Well, at least Mega Job won't charge us for borrowing their place.
STEVE KNOX: But I can't afford anything but *Eggo* waffles with that money. You know they usually get paid in waffles, right?
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Yup. I was there when one of those contracts were negotiated, you know.
Steve sighed as the camera went to black.
Steve Knox was not your average wrestler.
Actually, he was kind of your average wrestler, it's just that he was both good at his trade and he liked to make people think he was something bigger, something incandescent, something that transcended the fundamentals of professional wrestling itself. In the end, however, he was like any other wrestler... a guy who jumped around in a square shaped platform surrounded by steel cables while wearing tights and fighting off similarly-garbed people. But suspension of disbelief is a fundamental part of professional wrestling, and nobody knew that like Steve Knox.
Steve Knox knew the show business of wrestling better than most, as not only was he a second generation wrestler, but also the son of a bonafide wrestling legend and actor named Earl "the Pearl" Knox. He also had two brothers, one older and one younger, who also were professional wrestlers. In fact, both of them were contracted to PRIME Wrestling not too long ago.
Steve primarilly wrestled for the Squared Circle upon the loss of its television deal at the end of 2004, and he was its most decorated champion. winning a total of eight championships in a short span of time. Now the big fish in a small pond, Steve has decided to ply his trade in a different promotion.
Unfortunately for him, the promotion he chose was New Frontier Wrestling, the federation so ****ed up that Craig Miles was in charge of it. In other words, the inmates of NFW weren't just running the asylum... they had a major financial interest in it.
Nonetheless, Steve was committed, even if he seemed just a little out of place. The scene was back in the possibly fictional city of Beefville: City of the Annoyed, somewhere in the USA. We don't know exactly where. It's what added to the mystery of the city. Anyway, we were specifically back on the set of the Steve Knox For Television Champion Telethon, which has increasingly looked less like a telethon the longer it went. Nevertheless, our hosts were back on their own after the visits from the Squadron of Ringside Wrestling, Eddie Scott Poser of "Poland", and Miranda O'Reily, the manager of the Princes of New England in PRIME.
Steve Knox was dressed in a collared white shirt and khaki pants, as well as sneakers. Meanwhile, his co-host, Alexandria Malone, had finally had a "talk" with the on-set fashion designer (read: Beef, who wanted Alexandria to wear the shortest skirt allowed by international law) and simply resumed wearing what she would normally wear in such situations. In this case, a kind of a flowery, "autumn-themed" tunic and a pair of black leather pants. Oddly enough, the aforementioned on-set fashion designer (read: Beef) approved of this anyway. Even if he never once looked at Alexandria's face.
Steve looked at the camera, an almost solemn look on his face.
STEVE KNOX: We're now winding down here at the Steve Knox For Television Champion Telethon.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Oh? Too bad.
STEVE KNOX: Well, to be frank, we'd have been done long ago, but we kept getting interrupted by some troll who thinks that endlessly promoting himself would get him anywhere. I know, crazy, why would a telethon keep getting interrupted? (shrugs) Anyway, before we go, we had the chance the interview people about the upcoming title match that I'm sure I'll win since I'm... y'know. Awesome.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Everyone that's kinda important to this... um, movement of Steve's went out into the town to conduct these interviews.
STEVE KNOX: Enjoy.
We cut to the city streets of Beefville. They're fairly nondescript, nothing you wouldn't see in any other town. Virtual monuments to the gods of stone and glass gods towering above the streets, a couple of hobos, maybe a car or two... nothing you wouldn't see in any other city. People walked around in this possibly fictional setting, as well, including people going to their fictional jobs to do fictional tax law, or fictional food vendors selling fictional hot dogs on street corners. One such food vendor had a microphone shoved so far into his face that you'd swear that it was picking his nose for him. Of course, the perpetrator of this act was none other than El Janito of Mega Job.
EL JANITO: Sir! Sir sir! Siiiiir!
VENDOR: Get this thing out of my nose.
We cut to a business man, standing next to a smiling Alexandria Malone.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Hello, sir, could you give us your thoughts about the upcoming TV title battle royale at NFW's Wrestlestock 2?
BUSINESSMAN: What?
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Oh. Sorry. I'm from the Steve Knox For Television Champion Telethon.
BUSINESSMAN: Oh, okay. I suppose it's... an uncensored and ambitious look at society on the whole, where people engage in mortal combat for the rights to be declared the champion of television.
There was a pause.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: You have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
BUSINESSMAN: Not a clue.
We cut to Steve Knox, standing by with one of the very lovely hobos in the area. And by "lovely", I mean "smells like sewage", "missing a few teeth", and "almost permanently has a bottle of some cheap alcohol in his hand". You know, he could be related to Joe The Plumber.
STEVE KNOX: Hello, sir. What are your thoughts on my winning the Television Title at Wrestlestock 2?
HOBO: Wreshulsthuck? Ish that some sorta booze?
STEVE KNOX: No, sir. It's a pay-per-view. By New Frontier Wrestling.
HOBO: Oh. No, shur, I don't reckon I keep up wish `dis... wreshulin'.
STEVE KNOX: But you agree that I should win the title, right?
HOBO: ...Give me five bucks, an' I'll tell ya.
As Steve paused before reaching into his pocket, we cut to Beef, who was now talking to somebody else. He was likely drawn to this person because this person did, in fact, have boobs. Janito even held the microphone to the woman's boobs.
BEEF: Hello, I'm here to ask you two about whether or not Steve Knox should win the Television Championship at... whatever the pay-per-view is called.
WOMAN: There's only one of me.
BEEF: So, are you like... one person telepathically linked between two bodies?
WOMAN: I'm up here.
Beef looked up to see that there was a head connected to those boobs, and it looked annoyed with him. Beef blinked, and decided to talk to this head for a bit.
BEEF: So. Same question I asked those two down there. And I'll throw in an offer to climb aboard the USS Mean Beef Machine at no additional charge.
We cut to Steve Knox just as the woman raised her arm to destroy Beef in the face. Steve is with a guy. Just some guy.
STEVE KNOX: Hello, sir. How good do you think I'd look with, I dunno, fifteen pounds of gold over my shoulder?
JUST SOME GUY: Are you some kind of weirdo freak?
STEVE KNOX: No, I'm a professional wrestler. (pause) ...Wow. Okay, when I put it that way, I sound a whole lot less awesome. But yeah. I'm Steve Knox for the Steve Knox For Television Champion Telethon.
JUST SOME GUY: If I said "yes, you'd look good", would you go away?
STEVE KNOX: Almost definitely. I'll just have the guys edit the video afterwards.
We cut to Alexandria Malone.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: So, like... I dunno. Hanging out with that Codemaster guy really brought my mood down, you know? I totally never understood half the things he said and he always seemed so... shady. You know? Like, he always spoke in whispers when around those Falk guys, and then whenever I went to see what was up, they'd all clam up. It was... unsettling. I think they were totally talking about me behind my back, you know?
There was a pause.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Steve, that camera isn't on, is it?
STEVE (THE RAMBLING COMMUNIST): NO.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: See, I'm asking because I swear I think that red light is blinking.
STEVE: IMAGINATION.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: You think I'm just imagining it? It's right there. It's blinking. My easily distracted attention span is clearly focusing on it.
From behind the camera, Steve seemed to just pause and glare at Alexandria.
STEVE: DROIDS.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: ...These aren't the droids I'm looking for...
STEVE: ALONG.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: ...Move along.
We cut back to Beef, who had a bandage around his head, his arm in a sling, and he had crutches. He was also confronted by a second set of boobs.
BEEF: Oh, talking cleavage... will you not nuture me in your busom? I need healing in a thoroughly sexual nature.
The "talking cleavage" calmly reached into her purse and pulled out a tazer.
BEEF: Aw, dangit.
We then cut away before Beef had a chance to get fried. We're now back with both Steve Knox and Alexandria Malone, who were both stunned into silence. Finally, Steve spoke up, glaring off the camera.
STEVE KNOX: Janito.
EL JANITO: Er, yes?
STEVE KNOX: When Beef gets out of the hospital... again... let him know that his services, as well as yours, won't be required after this.
EL JANITO: Um. `Kay, but we didn't have a chance to edit that BECAUSE Beef ended up in the hospital. Apparently, they had to resuscitate him after some lady shot him in the nuts with a taser.
Steve Knox noticably winced upon imagining the pain of this scenario. Nonetheless, he pointed at Janito.
STEVE KNOX: Still. You're fired.
EL JANITO: (shrugs) Not the first time, not the last time.
Steve then turned to the camera.
STEVE KNOX: Nevertheless, even in a city full of people who don't know what NFW is, the support for me is exceptionally high. The NFW fans, the people who aren't familiar with NFW, the Knoxheads who know me everywhere, and even, probably, some of the people actually *in* the TV Title Royale itself all want to see me, Steve Knox, come away with the championship. And why wouldn't they? Under my glorious direction, NFW's television title division will propser in ways that Joe The Plumber's year-long stranglehold of the title could never have placed it. If I may be bold to say, come Wrestlestock, you'll see that all this stuff I say about being awesome and more talented than the rest of you lot... isn't just talk.
Steve paused.
STEVE KNOX: And with that, I hereby declare this telethon closed.
Steve turned to the phone operators.
STEVE KNOX: So, how much did we make?
PHONE GUY: (shouting) Three dollars and seventy-eight cents!
Steve groaned.
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Well, at least Mega Job won't charge us for borrowing their place.
STEVE KNOX: But I can't afford anything but *Eggo* waffles with that money. You know they usually get paid in waffles, right?
ALEXANDRIA MALONE: Yup. I was there when one of those contracts were negotiated, you know.
Steve sighed as the camera went to black.
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