| Stein
sat in his Atlanta home, nursing a bad knee from a match in an independent
federation. He didn't blow a ligament, and he sure as hell didn't cause
permanent damage, but he did let his opponent get the one up on him and
take his knee out with a steel chair. Stein had an ice pack over the
knee, but wasn't paying much attention, rather, his attention was on the
television screen; He was watching Ohio State take on Georgetown in the
NCAA Final Four.
The past couple weeks were hectic on
Stein, from the match with Crazyboy where he almost saw his title reign
come to an end, all the way up to his latest knee injury from the idiot
that swung the chair too hard. He relaxed, a Powerade drink in his hand
(after the 2005 Outback Bowl in which the referees gave the game to the
Gators, Stein refused to ever drink Gatorade again) and bare feet up on
the table in front of him. The game was about to tip, and the
anticipation was building for Stein, who was a Big Ten basketball fan
(even though his beloved Hawkeyes didn't even make the NIT this year...
fucking Steve Alford).
**RING RING!!**
JUST as the players walked onto
court for tip off, Stein's cell phone rang loud and proud the University
of Iowa fight song. 'Come on and fight, fight, fight for Iowa!' Stein
reached over to the Razr and put it to his ear as his messy hair fell
over his hand.
Dan Stein: "Yes,
Robert."
Stein was talking to LEGACY's owner,
Rob Belote. He and Belote we on a first name basis, ever since Stein had
been invited to join LEGACY. However, Stein was upset his day off was
being interrupted by his employeer, and spoke with a harsh tone.
Dan Stein: "I
know you sent a cameraman into my house. I had to let him into my house
just a few moments ago. I told you earlier, Rob, that my
game is on, and I'm going to be watching my game, Rob. Not
cutting a promotion."
Stein rolled his eyes back a little
as he sighed.
Dan Stein: "Rob,
the more you push for me to cut this promotion for LEGACY, the less I'm
inclined to do so. I'll speak when I want to, Stellar isn't going
anywhere, he's too old and too broken down to be hired any where else."
He smirked to himself, laughing at
his own comment. Finally, Stein gave in.
Dan Stein: "Damn,
man. Fine. I'll upload it after I'm done. Christ."
Stein didn't wait for Belote to say
anything else, he just shut his phone and turned to the camera.
Dan Stein: "I'd
say turn on the camera, but it seems as though the red light is all
ready on."
He stood up, dropping the ice pack on
the table.
Dan Stein: "It's
been a little while since I've actually cut a promotion for LEGACY,
hasn't it? Two weeks, a stood up date, and a bum knee later, here I
stand. I figured I'd might as well cut a promotion for my match against
Rocky Stellar, I just didn't want to do it during the weekend of the
NCAA Championship. I mean, after all, the guy is a big fucking deal
around LEGACY the few shows he's been back for. Everyone's saying this
is the toughest match of my short title reign, and probably the last.
You know what I have to say to all you mother fuckers out there doubting
me?"
Stein shakes his head, putting his
hands on his hips as he stares down the camera.
Dan Stein: "I
say... thank you."
His stern look turns into a cocky
smile.
Dan Stein: "I
haven't been doubted very much in my tenure in LEGACY. Take away the
Greyson Blade matches, a couple tag team matches, and you could say I've
NEVER been doubted in LEGACY, until this point. Here I stand, your
Tao of Valor champion, and my challenger stands to be my greatest
opponent yet. Grandpa mother fucking time stands to be my greatest
opponent that I have yet to face in LEGACY. That's fine. All you fuckers
go ahead and think that. Toss that around your smarky posts, tell all
your friends that Dan Stein is losing this 30 Minute Iron Man Match. Go
right ahead. I'm fucking begging you to."
Stein walks towards the camera, no
signs of limping in his knee. He isn't faking the injury, it just
doesn't effect him. The camera man backs up, as Stein now stands a few
feet in front of his Tao of Valor championship, encased in a glass box
on a wall.
Dan Stein: "The
Tao of Valor championship is the first singles title that I have ever
held. Ever. I've held this title since December 14th. That's a hundred
and eight days up until this point. True, I've had to defend against the
likes of Crazyboy, DJ Cassidy and Gigantus Awesomo, but I've put all of
those bastards down like the dogs they were... and I'll do the same to
the mother fucker that let Raymond control his mind."
Stein chuckles to himself.
Dan Stein: "Nobody
remembers Stellar v. Devastation, where all week long you IGNORANT fucks
believe that Stellar had a broken back or some shit, only to find out
that Stellar fucked not only YOU fans over, but LOCO MARTINEZ, too.
Nobody seems to care about that. They're too ignorant living in the now.
Just like nobody seems to remember that I am the one... the only...
ALBATROSS Heavyweight Champion that the company had, has and will ever
see. Not because I'm lucky. But because I'm fucking GREAT.
Stellar is so old, he has to dupe his opponents into taking pity on him
before he can win anything. But I'm not ol' thunder thighs, Devastation,
and I wont be duped into losing this match. The Tao of Valor belt is
MINE. It is what I won under MY circumstances, under MY own power. I am
a fucking champion."
Stein looked at the camera, sternly.
Dan Stein: "All
Rocky Stellar is, is a giant blown up name with a shell of a wrestler
left behind him. He's on his last leg, and the Stellar show is going to
be cancelled at season's end. But Dan Stein? Dan Stein will live on
after the year is up. Dan Stein will be turning heads for YEARS to come.
DAN STEIN will become the next LEGACY World Champion. Rocky Stellar is a
has been that only came back because his knees are too bad to take a
hard labor job, and too young for social security."
Stein walked back over to the couch,
plopping down in it.
Dan Stein: "Face
the facts, Rocky. The only upside you have going into a thirty minute
iron man match, is knowing that you'll be on television for thirty
minutes. You're tired... you're old... you're fat... and you're washed
up. The only difference between this match and watching paint dry? Is
me, making sure the fans aren't bored out of their minds watching you
lumber around the ring like Paul Bunyan chasing a squirrel. When you're
tired, winded, worn down. The only thing left for you, Rocky?"
Stein pointed his thumbs at himself.
Dan Stein: "Is
to look up at the ceiling at those orbs coming into view. You'll start
to remember your name, where you are and how you got there. But not
until after you realize what you're looking at. The Lights."
The camera cut shortly after that;
Stein put his feet back on the table and the ice pack back on his knee. |