After Match

Voice: This thing on?

Steve Harrison stares into the camera lens and nods at it. He slowly walks away and sits down in a chair in view of the camera. He is still dressed in his wrestling gear but has put his green robe back on. The Five Star Championship sits in his lap still covered in egg and whatever other bodily fluids Vicke Hall and Cancer Jiles had left on it. That will be taken care of later…we hope. He wipes the still percolating sweat from his beautiful bald head. He lets out a long breath and begins.

Steve Harrison: It’s been what ten minutes since the three count? Heh, who is counting, right? I went and borrowed a camera because I needed this for myself. I wanted to record myself just mere minutes after winning something that nobody could have imagined back in December.

Harrison shrugs, the exhaustion seemingly pouring from every orifice on his body. He stares back in the camera and his smile fades.

Steve Harrison: I want to thank you, Jiles. I have mentioned that we will always be drawn to each other, and it is hard to admit this, but you really do bring the best out of me.

Harrison smiles again and pats the title.

Steve Harrison: You woke me from a slumber that I put myself in. One that I still need to come to terms with. I will always have a place for you at my dinner table or across from me in the ring so we can throw every cheap trick at each other. It’s a magical thing buddy and I am happy to be the one to push you back towards the Universal Title.

Harrison pauses and puts his finger up. He grabs his phone and begins typing and then reads it out loud.

Steve Harrison: “SH: Thanks Vickie.”

He puts his phone down.

Steve Harrison: Sorry, I hadn’t responded in the Bandit chat yet. Where was I? Oh…yea, Jiles…good luck with Farthington. What was it you said earlier tonight? The Glue is nothing but a group of bitches to you? Something like that, don’t expect me to memorize something absurd.

Harrison rolls his eyes.

Steve Harrison: I am sure that will age well.

Harrison chuckles softly.

Steve Harrison: This title means the world to me. I don’t care if you respect me. I don’t care if you like me. I don’t care if you think I didn’t deserve this title shot. I can promise you one thing though: I will work my ass off to silence your doubts about me. It isn’t because I care about your opinions. It is because I plan on proving to myself that I can be even better. That this is just the beginning of something that will plague the rest of you going forward. Am I good enough?

The Miracle Man stands up slowly, his legs almost buckling. He stares into the camera.

Steve Harrison: Nah, the real question is, are all of you?

Suddenly Steves phones goes off. He laughs as he stares at it thinking it is response from Vickie. He picks his phone up and then looks at it. The smile, the celebration of winning the title leaves his face immediately. His face becomes pale. He walks over to the camera.

Steve Harrison: We're done.

The camera goes blank.