[Steve Ramone]

 Steve’s attempt at winning the World Title fell short but he went down fighting and proved, even in defeat, that he was still a worthy competitor in the ring, following a week off the previous week Steve was back in action taking on “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin of Rebels on a Rampage as both men battled for momentum as the date for December 2 Dismember III crept ever closer but can he bounce back from his loss?

Local café, San Jose, Costa Rica
Tuesday the 18th of November 2015, 11:00am

Well, that was a fucking crazy weekend wasn’t it?

I mean, Keira and Roxi got booked in a tournament match against each other again and Christian expects us to believe that it was a legitimate draw? What next? Does Christian expect us to believe that he’s a womanizer? Or that he could get women if he was straight? I ask you, honestly! I know it’ll be a hell of a match but if that wasn’t rigged then I’m Santa Claus!

What’s that? You thought I was talking about the terrorist attack in Paris this past Friday? Yeah, I’m still disgusted over that but for the most part I’m over it, I only had that French Flag filter over my profile picture for a day after all! Besides I got food poisoning Friday night so that was also on my mind and why I also missed CC.

For some reason Christian didn’t believe me when I called in sick, it took me throwing up in the background whilst Cyrus took over the call to convince him.

But enough about that, I’m over my food poisoning and I’m going over my Facebook wall at a local café with Andreas and Cyrus, it’s Bloodstock announcement day and as a result I am looking for the announcement since we’re six hours behind the UK I know it’s been announced and that’s that, I just don’t know who’s been announced!

“So, any luck?” Cyrus asked as he took a sip from his drink and I shook my head in response. “Have you tried Bloodstock’s Facebook wall?”

“Thanks Einstein, I was about to check that actually!” I lied before going to the search bar and typing in “Bloodstock”, the link to the Facebook page came up almost instantly and I clicked on it just as quickly. “All right! Here we go!” I added before reading the announcement, I couldn’t help but grin like a loon when I saw it and Andreas and Cyrus came over to have a look. “Satyricon, Anthrax and Gojira! Hell yes!”

“They announced a French band this close to the Paris tragedy?” Cyrus asked with a raised eyebrow whilst Andreas grinned broadly and the waitress brought us our drinks, soda for me and water for the big guys. “I’m not complaining because I love Gojira but that is some pretty freaky timing.”

“Yeah I’ll admit, you have a point there.” I nodded in agreement as I took a sip from my drink. “But on the other hand they were probably planning this announcement before the Paris tragedy and decided to go through with it anyway, also I’m excited for Anthrax but I’ve never seen Satyricon live before.”

“Neither have I.” Andreas nodded in agreement as he sat back down and Cyrus nodded in agreement. “I’d say ask Jake since he’s the Black Metal guy but we weren’t on good terms with Jessie’s group when you teamed with Jessie to take on Tim Staggs and Celeste North back at High Stakes V, somehow I doubt that he’ll be willing to talk to us.”

“Screw him! That match and my alliance with Jessie is behind me.” I responded as I shook my head before an older woman approached us and starting yelling at us in her native language, remembering that Cyrus was fluent in a few languages I turned to him. “What the fuck is she saying?”

“She’s saying “how dare you disrespect Paris by wearing that filth in public! You should be ashamed”, I think she’s talking about your Cannibal Corpse t-shirt.” Cyrus responded and I looked down at the t-shirt, which was just the Cannibal Corpse logo across my chest, before looking back up.

“Oh great, another moron.” I grunted in annoyance before turning to him. “Tell her this for me, the band were hostages as well….” I trailed off as Cyrus translated the words. “Despite their name the Eagles of Death Metal aren’t Death Metal, or metal for that matter……” I trailed off again as Cyrus translated the words. “So kindly fuck off and do some god damn research before you condemn anyone you senile bitch.”

“Err, are you sure?” Cyrus asked and I nodded in response, he sighed before translating the end of the sentence to the woman and I didn’t need to be fluent in her language to know that she gasped in shock before storming off. “Steve, you realize that the other patrons likely heard me, right?”

“Like I give a fuck.” I responded as I finished my drink, I was about to order another when the waitress handed me a note, naturally in the local language. “Cyrus?”

“The note reads “your comments made the other customers angry but since you’ve been a good tipper since you arrived in Costa Rica I’ll cover your bill and let you leave without paying.” Cyrus responded before we looked over our shoulder and saw the other patrons glaring at us, I didn’t exactly need a translator to know that they wanted to kick my ass. “I don’t think we can take on that many at once.”

“Great point, let’s go!” I responded before I quickly packed up my laptop and left the café, the cameraman followed us as we raced towards the rent-a-car and we dove in, alongside the cameraman, and sped off before the patrons could chase after us. “Seriously, all I did was call an idiot out on her bullshit!”

“Well you did make some rude comments in the process.” Cyrus pointed out as he drove off towards the hotel. “Okay, so we’ll get back to the hotel, barricade the door just in case and stay indoors as much as possible until Climax Control.”

“Cyrus, I only pissed off patrons at a café that, at most, has a maximum capacity of fifty people, it’s not like I pissed off the whole city!” I responded and Cyrus frowned before nodding. “If you guys don’t mind I’m going to do my promo in the back with this guy here.”

“Thank god I didn’t mishear “promo” as “porno”.” Cyrus deadpanned and I rolled my eyes in response before turning to the camera.

“What’s up SCW Universe? It’s everyone’s favourite wrestler here and after the locals turned savage because I defended myself against an idiot I’m forced to do my promo in a moving car whilst they speed along, hopefully we won’t get pulled over in the process but that’s beside the point, this week I’m taking on “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin of ROAR in singles competition!”

You know what that means!

“That’s right! I’m going big game hunting! Jeremiah, you may be the smallest of the two tigers, which makes me wonder why Sebastian didn’t get the Big Tiger name but I digress, but your still bigger than me but bigger doesn’t necessarily mean better! Look at Shane Croswell, the guy has a tiny dick yet he’s banging Jessie Salco! Need I say more? What I’m getting at big guy is that you may have the size and power but I have two things you don’t have, speed, intelligence and wit!”

There are other things but I’ve pissed off enough people today!

“Jeremiah, you may be big but I’ve chopped down big oaks throughout my wrestling career, hell I was one of the smallest guys in the GWA and look at how many titles I won in that fed! All I have to do is ship away at the bottom, in other words your legs and you’ll come tumbling down faster than you can say “oh crap, he’s so much better than me in every way possible! Why did I sign up for this match” and it’s as simple as that.”

I said as I shifted my weight.

“Now I know you’ve got a big guy in your corner, hell I’m not sure if my foot can reach Sabastian’s chin if I can be honest with you, but I’ve got two big guys backing me up and their names are Andreas Bergfalk and Cyrus King, they may be shorter than you Sebastian but they’ll still keep you at bay whilst I hunt me some big game!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

“Let me explain something to you guys, towards the end of the GWA I was looking for a new nickname for reasons that I can’t really remember and at the time I had a close friend in Jonathon “Fang” Porter, you may have seen him pop up occasionally in Goth’s promos, anyway my point is that on the last ever GWA show two things happened, I successfully proposed to Charlotte and Fang gave me a new identity, the Fearless Hunter.”

Yes, there’s a point to this.

“Now I didn’t use the name the often because I went on hiatus from wrestling for several years after my wife got pregnant but there’s a reason that I’m bringing this up today, I am the hunter and the Rebels on a Rampage are my pray! This Sunday night Jeremiah you will be in my crosshairs and once I pull the trigger I will win the match! This message has been paid for and delivered by “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone, the Champion the Fans deserve.”

The car pulled over and we got out as the scene fades.