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Dinner Date - Can't Be Late; Showdown #1
Topic Started: May 10 2008, 06:25 PM (99 Views)
Psyko Stevo
The Best Around
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*As the cameras come into focus we see Psyko Stevo sporting a wife beater (or A-shirt) and a pair of khacki dress pants. Stevo has a look of concern on his face as he looks to his right, then his left, trying to decide between shirts which rest in either hand. Stevo retracts his left hand, holding the shirt up against his chest and smiles.*

Stevo: What do you think Jeeves?

*The cameras pan around and we see Stevo's best friend and head butler Jeeves standing with a look of frustration on his face.*

Jeeves: It looks fine Stevo, they both look fine. Why are you so concerned about this anyways?

Stevo: I just really want this date to go well... I need it to go well. What about this one?

*Stevo tosses both shirts in his hands off to the side, takes a few steps and returns with a third shirt. It's a white shirt with blue vertical stripes running down it.*

Jeeves: That looks terrible... Stevo, just go with the first shirt, it'll be fine.

Stevo: All right, all right... you win Jeeves.

*Stevo chucks the white shirt off to the side and as Stevo returns to the scene we see him buttoning up the top button of the first shirt he tried on.*

Stevo: Does it look stupid if I button it up all the way?

Jeeves: Why are you worrying?

Stevo: Yea, it's stupid.

*Stevo unbuttons the top button and looks i the mirror, turning around a couple times.*

Stevo: All right, I look good... cool... good... cool... good... cool...

Jeeves: Stop it already!

*Stevo spins around and Jeeves looks at his watch.*

Jeeves: I mean, you're going to be late if you keep this up.

*Stevo looks down at his own watch and his jaw nearly drops out of his mouth.*

Stevo: Darn, you're right! Okay, I gotta run!

*Stevo makes a dash for the door, but we hear Jeeves raise his voice.*

Jeeves: Remember, you have Jamal's soccer game in the morning... so don't stay out too late.

Stevo: Yes... check... soccer game in the morning. Got it!

*Stevo sprints out the door as the cameras fade to black.*

LATER THAT EVENING....

*As the cameras come into focus we are taken to the outside of an upscale Mexican restaurant on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Suddenly and without warning, a limo pulls in front of the establishment and as the back door flys open we see Psyko Stevo run out. He quickly and nimbly sprints around to the opposite side, beating the driver to the punch as he opens the door for his date, Cindy.*

Stevo: After you!

Cindy: Wow, what a gentleman!

Stevo: That's me!

*After Cindy makes her way out, Stevo slams the door to the limo shut and Cindy jumps off the ground in shock.*

Cindy: Was that really necessary?

Stevo: Huh?

Cindy: You just slammed the door REALLY hard.

Stevo: Oh... sorry... just a little nervous I guess.

*Cindy places her hands on her hips as she looks into Stevo's eyes and says...*

Cindy: Nervous? Don't be, it's okay, just be yourself.

Stevo: Yea, you're 100 percent right. Let's go on in and have a great evening.

*Stevo rushes ahead of Cindy and pushes the doorman out of the way as he opens the door himself, holding it for his date. Cindy apologizes to the doorman as both she and Psyko Stevo enter the restaurant and approach the host.*

Stevo: Yea, Stevo, party of 2.

Host: Si senor, follow me.

*Stevo and Cindy make there way past a variety of tables housing very ecclectic groups of people. There are old married couples who have been together for a long time, young couples experiencing an anniversary, and a group of UNLV students who are celebrating the fact that finals are over. It's this last group that Stevo eyeballs very carefully, as they appear to be drinking quite heavily. Stevo mutters under his breath....*

Stevo: Damn idiots...

Cindy: Did you say something?

Stevo: Huh? No. Nothing.

Host: Ah yes, here we are!

Stevo: Yea, thanks...

*Cindy walks over to her chair as Stevo continues to eyeball the drunk college kids in the corner. He quickly recognizes what is happening though and sprints over to Cindy's chair, pulling it back for her, yet at the same time almost out from under her in his best attempt at being a gentleman.*

Stevo: Here you go!

Cindy: Uh, thanks?

*Stevo rushes over to his side of the table and has a seat and smiles as he looks down at the menu.*

Stevo: So what do you want to get? I hear everything is great.

Cindy: Stevo, none of this was necessary, really...

Stevo: What do you mean?

Cindy: The fancy restaurant, pulling my chair out, opening every door... it's sweet, but it seems like you're doing these things just because you think it will impress me.

Stevo: What's wrong with trying to impress you?

Cindy: You don't need to impress me, I'm already impressed and overwhelmed enough as it is.

Stevo: What do you mean?

Cindy: Come on, you're this like global icon... you live in a mansion, you have a butler and a staff... it's kind of intimidating.

*Stevo furrows his brow a bit, unable to understand what Cindy is saying.*

Stevo: Do you want me to fire Jeeves or something?

Cindy: No no no, nothing like that. It's just... be yourself, come on, we're just here to have a good time you can relax. This isn't an interview or anything, loosen up a bit.

Stevo: You know, you're right. I always drink water on Thursdays, but tonight I think I'll go ahead and have myself a Coke!

Cindy: Yea, that's the spirit!

*The waiter approaches the table, he is a younger man, probably in his mid twenties. He has rugged good looks and a smile on his face.*

Waiter: Hola! My name is Pepe, can I start you off with something to drink? Some wine perhaps?

Stevo: I'll have a coke and coke.

*Pepe and Cindy both muster up a chuckle for Stevo's best attempt at a joke and Pepe scribbles it down onto the pad. He then looks deeply into the eyes of Cindy as he leans over the table.*

Pepe: And what would this beautiful, scrumpsous, lovely, sexified lady be having tonight?

Cindy: Oh that's sweet... I'll just have a glass of merlot.

Pepe: Mmm... mi favorito.

*Pepe withdraws himself from the table as he scribbles down Cindy's order, his eyes fixated on her tits the entire time. As soon as Cindy realizes that is happening, she picks up the menu and pretends to look at it. Pepe flashes a smile before looking at Stevo with indifference.*

Pepe: Right then, I'll be out with the drinks soon.

*Pepe walks away as Cindy puts the menu back down onto the table.*

Cindy: Can you believe that guy? What a creep.

Stevo: Huh?

*Stevo snaps back to reality as he had been daydreaming a bit to himself.*

Cindy: That waiter, he was oogling me... it was disturbing.

Stevo: Yea, well as long as he just looks...

Cindy: What does that mean?

Stevo: Ah, nevermind.

*Cindy picks the menu up and starts to look over the options as Stevo just stares off into the distance, oblivious to everything around him. Cindy finally makes her selection in her head and gently puts down the menu and looks over at Stevo.*

Cindy: So what are you going to have?

Stevo: What?

Cindy: I asked what you are going to have, I'm going to have the taco platter. I haven't had tacos in forever.

Stevo: I don't know.

Cindy: What are you talking about?

Stevo: Enchilladas! I'm going to have enchilladas, okay?

Cindy: What is wrong with you?

Stevo: I've just... had a lot on my mind I guess.

Cindy: Well, let's talk, this is the perfect time to talk.

*Stevo rubs the side of his head with his knuckles as he finally manages to look Cindy in the eyes.*

Stevo: Just work stuff.

Cindy: What work stuff?

Stevo: Things just aren't going the way I planned I guess.

Cindy: Not going the way you planned? Darkhan's wife said you won last week, we were talking on the phone.

Stevo: Oh... well yea, I won. Sometimes when you win though, I guess you don't really win.

Cindy: What?

Stevo: Well, I beat up Chris Bond... but I didn't even want to beat him up, I didn't want to pin him. He's a good guy, he fought a good fight in the main event at Vendetta...

Cindy: Why did you fight him then?

*Stevo's eyes suddenly light up as he looks past Cindy, past the table behind her past the many tables behind them, past the wall of the building, past the cars in the parking lot... past everything.*

Stevo: Mike Polowy.

Cindy: Who? What?

*Some life returns to Stevo's face as he looks around the restaurant, his eyes shifting from table to table.*

Stevo: He's not here, is he?

Cindy: Where? Who?

Stevo: Polowy...

Cindy: Huh?

*Stevo finishes checking the tables and finally returns to looking at Cindy.*

Stevo: No, he's not here... it's okay.

Cindy: What are you so worried about?

Stevo: Page is gone, even Moretti is gone, Polowy is running things now and he's out to get me.

Cindy: Out to get you?

Stevo: First my friend, then my enemy... then what though?

Cindy: Stevo, you're not making sense!

Stevo: First he made me fight Chris Bond... I didn't even want to fight him, but I had too. Now, he's making me fight Alex Ross, a man who has had my number in the past.

Cindy: Well, doesn't sound so bad.

*Stevo takes his eyes off of Cindy and once again starts to scan around the restaurant.*

Stevo: I guess not... but what about next week?

Cindy: Well? What about next week?

Stevo: Who am I going to face next week? I hate this, I hate not knowing what is going to happen.

Cindy: Stevo, calm down... it'll be all right.

Stevo: All right... all right... I'm calm.

*Pepe the waiter returns with the drinks and Stevo takes a big sip of his coke as Pepe leans in and looks Cindy in the eyes, then shifts his attention south.*

Pepe: Have you decided what you would like for dinner? I promise you everything on the menu is as delicious looking as me.

*Stevo rises from his seat and looks Pepe in the eye with intensity, the waiter takes a few steps back as this happens.*

Stevo: She'll have the taco platter, I'll have the enchillads, got that? Good. Get out of here.

Pepe: Um... what do you mean?

*Pepe looks over at Cindy and raises his hands with confusion.*

Pepe: This man.. he's an idiot, why are you with someone like him? Why put up with his stupidity? Why not come home with Pepe tonight?

*Cindy now rises from her chair and glares at Pepe with intensity. She extends her right hand, slapping the waiter across the face as nearly every eye in the restaurant turns around to see what is happening.*

Cindy: How dare you insult him!

Stevo: Cindy, it's fine...

Cindy: No, no it's not!

Pepe: You should listen to your boyfriend... you bitch.

*Stevo, who was restraining Cindy, lunges forward, his right hand connecting with the waiter. The patrons of the restaurant all gasp at the same time as Pepe's head bounces off a table and his body hits the ground. Cindy quickly spins around, grabbing her purse as Psyko Stevo grabs her hand and the two run out of the restaurant, knocking over the host in the process. The limo driver quickly sees what is happening and he opens the door, Stevo and Cindy hop inside and the limo speeds off into the night.*

Stevo: Sorry about that, don't know what came over me...

Cindy: It's okay, I shouldn't have slapped him.

Stevo: No, no you should have, it was the right thing to do.

Cindy: No, it was wrong... violence is wrong.

Stevo: Not always.

Cindy: I'm sorry I ruined dinner...

Stevo: You didn't ruin anything, I hate that restaurant anyways, no desire to go back. Hey... let's just go back to my place and I'll have Jeeves whip us up some tacos.

Cindy: Sounds good!

*There is a brief pause as Stevo looks into Cindy's eyes. He then leans forward, the two exchange a passionate kiss as the cameras fade to black on the scene.*
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"The Best Around"

sVo Titles:
- Former sVo World Heavyweight Champion (x2)
- Former sVo International Champion (x1)

Awards:
- Wrestler of the Year (2007)
- Feud of the Year (2007 w/ Mike Polowy)

Status:
once again... back in retirement
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