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Planning a Parade Takes Time...; CtV 2
Topic Started: Jun 28 2008, 12:20 AM (269 Views)
Psyko Stevo
The Best Around
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Thursday June 26, 2008
11:15 AM
Las Vegas, NV.
Psyko Stevo's Estate

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*As the cameras come into focus we see current sVo World Heavyweight Champion Psyko Stevo in what has become a familiar position for the star. He sits on a black leather couch, his right hand is pressed up against his ear, within that hand, a black cell phone. Stevo speaks into the phone with a hint of frustration in his voice.*

Stevo: What do you mean Mayor Goodman is busy!? Do you know who this is? Yea, yea that's right, this is Psyko Stevo. Look here, the mayor owes me a gigantic favor and I'm calling it in. What? I don't care if he has a city planning all day today, look, I need him NOW... not tomorrow, not next week... NOW!

*Stevo pulls the phone away from his ear and begins mouthing words to himself, obviously frustrated with the answers he is getting on the other end of the line. After a few quick seconds, Stevo places the phone back to his ear and raises the tone of his voice.*

Stevo: I'm gonna say this one more time in a nice tone... I... need... to... speak... to... Mayor... Goodman... right... NOW!

*Stevo smiles a smug smile, but that quickly disappears and is replaced by an irate glare.*

Stevo: Forget it, you obviously have no idea who you're talking to and should be fired. I don't care if it's your first week, I don't care if you've been there for twenty years... look, do yourself a favor and let the mayor know that Psyko Stevo is headed down to City Hall in the next hour, and I WILL speak with Mr. Goodman, is that clear?

*Stevo doesn't even wait for an answer. Instead, the star hits the END button on the phone and massages the temple of his forehead with his free hand as he holds the phone out in front of him.*

Stevo: Thinking... thinking...

*Stevo continues to think until it finally comes to him. He looks down at the phone, hits a few buttons and places the phone back up to his ear.*

Stevo: Chazz, look, minor snag... mayor is in meetings, his assistant is an idiot and has no idea she's taking to the Best Around. Anyways, parade is going to have to happen tomorrow, reschedule everything for tomorrow, got it?

*We hear screaming from the other end of the line, but Stevo remains calm.*

Stevo: Don't you think I know that? Don't you think I already thought of that? I know, it's not going to be easy... no one ever said it was going to be easy, but just remember Chazz, nothing worth doing ever is. *dramatic pause*. Anyways, rebook it all... all the marching bands, all the floats on loan from the Tournament of Roses that are on their way up here, all the animals, all the flyers, all the streamers, the announcers, the crowd control equipment... all of it. Rebook it all for tomorrow.

*We again hear screaming, but Stevo just ignores it for the most part, holding the phone far away from his ear and trying to block it out by humming the tune to the song, "Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi. As soon as there is silence on the other end, Stevo returns the phone next to his ear.*

Stevo: Done complaining? Good. Make it happen, Stevo... out.

*The Psyko One hits the END button on the phone and takes a very deep breath as he sets the cell phone down on a fancy glass table. Suddenly and without warning, the doors to the room fly open and in runs Psyko Stevo's adopted African American son, Jamal. Jamal has a smile on his face as he plops down on the couch next to his dad.*

Jamal: Hey dad!

Stevo: Hey, whats up Jamal?

Jamal: Wanna play catch?

Stevo: I do, but I can't.

Jamal: Why not?

Stevo: Look Jamal, I have a really really really super huge important day ahead of me tomorrow, and in order to make it all work... I need to do A LOT of things today, do you understand?

Jamal: No, I want to play catch!

Stevo: Just be quiet... this isn't an inspirational promo, you don't need to pine to the camears.

Jamal: Come on, I waited all stupid week for you to get home, and now that you're here all you do is work all the time, I hate it!

*Jamal looks as though he's about to cry, but Stevo shows no remorse.*

Stevo: Jamal, do you like your life right now?

*Jamal looks up at Stevo, the tears fading.*

Jamal: Yea.

Stevo: Better then when you were at the orphanage, right?

Jamal: Well, yea... of course.

Stevo: A million kids... no check that, a BILLION kids on this planet would give anything to have me as a father. I'm an inspirational icon the world over, I'm famous, I have money, I give back, I'm unselfish...

*Stevo smiles a beaming smile as he admires his own praises in obnoxiously smug fashion.*

Stevo: Enough about that though, fact of the matter is... I'm great.

Jamal: Can we play catch now?

*Stevo looks down at his child and suddenly a tremendous rage fills his insides as he bellows out.*

Stevo: THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU! THIS WEEK IS ABOUT ME! THIS IS ABOUT MY LEGACY!

*Jamal starts crying and Stevo tries to compose himself as best he can, reaching his arm out and patting the head of Jamal.*

Stevo: Look I'm sorry... daddy is just really stressed this week, that's all.

Jamal: Why did you yell at me!?

Stevo: When you're older... one day you'll understand what it's like to have a legacy to live up too. You'll understand that dreams are things that are only achieved through great sacrifice.

Jamal: What does that have to do with playing catch though?!?

*Stevo rises from the couch and looks down at Jamal. There is a mixture of pity and sadness in Stevo's voice as he speaks the following words...*

Stevo: Everything Jamal... everything.

*Stevo pats his child on the head and slowly walks out of the room as the cameras fade to black on Jamal's innocent face.*

Jamal: I don't understand...

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Thursday June 26, 2008
12:00 PM
Las Vegas, NV.
City Hall (outside)

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*As the cameras once again come into focus we see Psyko Stevo stepping out of a limo and into a sun filled Las Vegas afternoon. We're just outside of City Hall, which is far from the strip. The streets are relatively empty, save for some law enforcement officials entering and leaving the municiple building. Stevo takes a deep breath and as the cameras zoom in on him he appears to have a lot on his mind. He starts to talk to himself...*

Stevo: Gotta stay focused... keep focused... world title... only thing that matters...

*The door to the limo slams behind Psyko Stevo and out of the other side walks Stevo's most trusted friend and butler, Jeeves. Jeeves stands shoulder to shoulder with Stevo as the two look up at City Hall.*

Jeeves: Sir, about Master Jamal...

Stevo: He'll be fine Jeeves...

*Jeeves clearly seems distracted by the scene we just witnessed, but after thinking for a few seconds decides to change the subject.*

Jeeves: So did you catch Alex Ross' latest promo?

*Stevo spins at Jeeves, looking him in the eye with contempt.*

Stevo: Ross, yea I saw it. Thinks he's real special because he can crash a gay pride parade... that's just like him though, he just tries to leech off the hard work of others then destroy what they created. He's a parasite, and his run towards the World Title, MY World Title has been no different. He's just trying to leech off the popularity that I created for the sVo... he had no part in it, when I was winning the World Title, he was busy mid carding. No one came to the arena to see Alex Ross, they came to the see the Psyko One... well Jeeves, tomorrows parade is going to be one more event in which I trump that moron, Ross. See he crashes parades, whereas I create them... He divides fans, while I bring them together... yea, this parade is going to be huge Jeeves, I can just feel it.

*There is an awkward pause as Stevo looks up at City Hall while Jeeves searches for words, after a few seconds he finally mutters out...*

Jeeves: Do you really think we'll get in to see Mayor Goodman?

Stevo: I made a promise to the world on Good Morning America, Jeeves... and I NEVER break promises. We better get in there.

*Stevo and Jeeves march towards the entrance to City Hall as the cameras once again fade to black.*

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Thursday June 26, 2008
12:10 PM
Las Vegas, NV.
City Hall (inside)

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*As the cameras cut back into focus we see the Psyko One and Jeeves standing outside of a large set of glass doors. As we look inside, we see people running back and forth, obviously doing all kinds of important things for the city of Las Vegas. Stevo takes a deep breath and as Jeeves goes to open the door, Stevo holds his hand up, blocking his friend.*

Stevo: When we get in there... Let me do the talking, okay Jeeves?

Jeeves: O-of course, sir.

*Stevo nods to Jeeves and Jeeves opens the door. The two immeidately walk up to the receptionist desk and Stevo quickly notices that the woman sitting behind the desk is the same woman that he was talking to on the phone earlier.*

Stevo: Hello, Mary.

Receptionist Mary: Can I help you gentlemen?

Stevo: You sure can. My names Derrick Walters, I work with Walters painting, I'm here to paint Mayor Goodman's office.

*Jeeves looks at Stevo with shock as Psyko Stevo keeps a straight face. The receptionist looks down at her notebook and smiles.*

Receptionist Mary: Ah, you can go right ahead on in, I'll buzz the doors open for you gentlemen.

Stevo: Thank you, Mary.

*Stevo and Jeeves start to walk towards the door as we hear a loud buzzing noise. Stevo grabs the doorknob and opens the door, as he does this we hear Mary's voice.*

Mary: Say, wait a second...

Stevo: Yes?

Mary: Where's your equipment?

*Stevo looks around the room, searching for an alibi.*

Stevo: Mortimier! You idiot! I told you to bring the tools in!

*Jeeves looks around as Stevo elebows him in the stomach. Mary just looks confused as what is going on.*

Jeeves: Oh, oh yea... gosh darn, I swear I'd forget my own head if it wasn't attached to my body. I'll go out to the limoooo----errrrr---truck and get our... um... brushes... and... paint and... stuff.

Stevo: You go ahead and do that, I'll take a look at the office and try to eyeball some estimates on how long it's going to take.

*Stevo thrusts the door open before Mary can object and Jeeves marches in the opposite direction, out of the office. Rather then fading to black, the cameras stay right on Stevo as he makes a right, then a quick left down another hallway. He quickly comes to a door marked, "Las Vegas Mayor Oscar B. Goodman" in bold black letters. Stevo knocks on the door then enters. Inside the room is empty though, so Stevo curses under his breath.*

Stevo: Dammit... where the hell is that moron?

*Stevo closes the door, but then his eyes light up.*

Stevo: Oh yea, can't be forgetting this...*

*Stevo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a neatly folded manilla envelope. Armed with the envelope, Stevo sprints down a hallway and suddenly stops in his tracks. Inside a large conference room we see him, Mayor Oscar B. Goodman. He is speaking to a large group of men, who appear to be investors. Stevo looks through the windows and we see some building proposals and other blueprint type things lying about the table the men are sitting around. Stevo takes a deep breath and thinks to himself out loud.*

Stevo: This is gonna be really interesting...

*Stevo pushes open the glass doors and we catch the tail end of the conversation...*

Man: And that's why expanding Ceaser's Palace is the right move to ma...

Mayor Goodman: Can I help you?

*All the men in the room look up at Stevo, who smiles, holding the manilla folder high in the air.*

Stevo: Ah Mayor Goodman, sorry to bother you during what I'm sure is a very important meeting. Something really urgent just came across the wire though and I need to speak with you in private to go over it.

Man: Who is this man? Is he on your staff?

*The Mayor looks at Stevo with disdain.*

Mayor: He's just a pr...

Stevo: Professor Steven Robinson, nice to meet all of you.

Man: A professor, what's the meaning of this Oscar?

Mayor: Gentlemen I...

*Stevo quickly leans into the mayors ear and whispers a few words, the mayors face then turns a few shades paler as he rises from his chair onto his feet.*

Mayor: I need to call a brief recess from this meeting. I'll be back in fifteen minutes, what the "Professor" and I need to discuss is VERY important.

*Stevo smiles a sick smile and the men in the room look around in confusion. The mayor quickly marches out of the door, the glass doors shutting behind him, he then shoots Stevo a glare through the glass and Stevo stops smiling and hightails it out of the room, down the hallway and into the room Stevo briefly occupied. As the doors close, the Mayor curses out loud.*

Oscar: Jesus H. Christ... this better be fucking good.

Stevo: Mayor relax... I'm just calling in a favor that's owed to me.

Oscar: Stevo, there's no way you can prove anything about what happened fifteen years ago... all evidence was destroyed and...

*Stevo opens the manilla folder he was holding and tosses a stack of what appear to be photos onto the mayors desk, which causes him to once again scowl.*

Oscar: Damn you, I thought all the evidence was erased.

Stevo: Oh no, I always hang onto a little something for myself... just good business practices.

Oscar: So what do you want? Money? A statue? Wing at the hospital in your name? Oh I know... you want a felony expunged from your record, right?

*Stevo smiles and waives his hand, motioning for the mayor to sit, which he does.*

Stevo: Nah, nothing like that... no money.

Oscar: Well, that's a relief.

Stevo: I want you to close down the strip tomorrow for an hour.

*The mayors face turns a shade of crimson red and his jaw drops.*

Oscar: I can't do that, you know I can't do that... it's the Las Vegas strip!

*Stevo looks down at the desk and stack of pictures and taps his fingers a few times on top of them.*

Stevo: It's an election year... it'd be a shame if these got out to your constituancy, wouldn't it?

Oscar: They'd forgive me... look at Marion Barry in D.C.

Stevo: What about your family though? You think your wife would be as forgiving as the voters?

*Oscar looks out the window and into the Vegas sky as he breathes a defeated breath.*

Oscar: Fine... I'll make it happen, has to be during the day though, make that the morning.

Stevo: Morning is good... let's say 7 AM, Good Morning America will be there

Oscar: Good Morning American? What the hell are you planning?

Stevo: Oh, you'll see... it'll be huge... it'll be extravagent... come to think of it, it might even gain you a couple of votes.

*The mayor turns around and smiles for the first time since seeing Stevo.*

Mayor: You think so?

Stevo: Oh, I think so...

Mayor: Well then, maybe you coming here wasn't the worst thing in the world after all.

Stevo: Maybe you're right.

*The doors to the room quickly fly open and we see two armed police officers, in between them we see Jeeves, shackled up with handcuffs. Behind the group is Mary, the mayor's secretary.*

Stevo: Let that man go!

Mary: I'm so sorry Mayor, I didn't know he was lying, I have no idea how he knew the name of the painting company or the name of the painter and...

Stevo: I just looked down at your appointment book, it was just sitting there.

*Mary looks at the mayor with fear as Psyko Stevo quickly scoops up the manilla envelope and pictures. Stevo looks at the Mayor, then at Jeeves and the Mayor nods his head.*

Mayor: It's okay Mary, he actually did have an appointment.

Mary: He did?

Mayor: Let him go, officers. No charges are being pressed today.

*The officers quickly spring to action and Jeeves breathes a sigh of relief as Stevo smiles a sick smile, content with his own power given the situation.*

Stevo: Well Mayor, it's always a pleasure seeing you... we'll have to meet up again in another fifteen years or so, what do you say?

Mayor: Fifteen years, eh? Let's make it thirty.

Stevo: Haha whatever, I got what I wanted. Jeeves, let's go.

*The cameras fade to black as Mary rushes to the distraught Mayors side. Stevo whispers a couple of words before we're finished though.*

Stevo: That's it Ross... keep living in your little homophoic fantasy world... you have no idea just how over the top this parade is going to be you bastard.

*The cameras completely 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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