The scene was simple in setting as Nick Steen stood before the pristine white walls of his bathroom at home. He seemed nervous and giddy, grinning with glee as he wore his Game grump's T-shirt and a pair of black shorts. The young man adjusted his glasses, ran his fingers through his short and shaggy black hair, and cleared his throat.
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It's finally happening! My big moment! MY FIRST TIME EVER IN FRONT OF A TELEVISION CAMERA IN MY HOMETOWN OF LAS VEGAS NEEEEEVADAAAAA!!!!" He shouted out at the camera as it recorded him in impassive fashion.
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My name is Nick Steen and I'm teamed up with a pretty serious lady by the name of Raynin, who has a creepy friend named 'The Other' against Caleb Storms and his randomly drawn partner, Samantha Marlowe."
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Let's start with the big man, Caleb Storms! I saw you in PWU! Dude, you were rockin' it pretty hard for a guy just starting out! I wish I was as cool as you. No seriously! You're like this rockin' awesome guy with these badass tattoos and this intense look on your face. Most I can do is smile stupidly at people and laugh alot. You're really cool and I'm looking forward to facing both you and Samantha!"
Nick then waves his hand back and forth in front of his face as if to stave off a sudden wave of heat.
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Ms. Marlowe, I won't let the fact that you're a very pretty lady stop me from having a good match with you and Caleb. I've been trained by two women how to wrestle and I'm going to do everything in my power to not let your whiles, powerful though they are, overwhelm me!"
He visibly gulped a bit, gave a little nervous chuckle, then shook it off and gave the most dead serious and determined expression he possibly could.
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I've wanted this moment to happen since I was fifteen years old, the first time I'd ever be seen on a national televised camera, in front of a massive crowd of screaming fans," He began, "
For much of my life, I've had people put me down and laugh off my huge dreams and aspirations to be a wrestling legend like the heroes I grew up watching, people like Griffin Hawkins, Konrad Raab, or even Chris Crippler, names everyone associates with the sport of professional wrestling and all of them had been SCW mainstays at some point or another."
Clasping his hands together, Nick leaned in towards the camera a bit.
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The most important thing to me isn't just winning, but to be a part of something special, something bigger than myself. This tag team match is but a humble start for a humble joker living here the city of Las Vegas. I'm a nobody compared to half the people here and at times I look at some of these talented people and feel like I have no place here with them, but if we sit back and let the doubts, insecurities, and fears stop us, then what do we accomplish?"
Nick moved forward and placed his hands at either side of the camera, looking into the lens as if he were looking into the souls of each and every man, woman, and child watching at home.
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I may very well lose to Caleb and Samantha and that's ok. If I go out there and try, I've already done more than most out there would've," He said with a genuine smile on his stubble covered face, "
I've been a ball of nerves since the match was announced and I don't want to let those that passed their skills to me in order to attempt this to be let down. I will come to the ring and do the best I can, I promise."
Tears formed in his eyes and he pulled back with a loud scream.
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IT'S GONNA' BE AAAAWWWEEESSSOOOMMMEEE! I can't wait! I can't wait!
I want it to be the 15th already!"
A sudden loud thumping was heard at the bathroom door, knuckles on wood, followed by the raspy voice of an older woman, "Nick! Quit screamin' and yellin' in the bathroom! It's four in the morning and you've gotta' get ready for work!"
He visibly winced and looked towards the door.
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...I'm shooting a promo before I go to work!"
"Nicholas Steinbach Steen, you knock off your silly wrestling nonsense this instant or I'll cut your internet off for an entire week!" Came the woman's voice again.
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But MMMaaaaaaaaa!!!" he protested.
"No buts! You've got ten minutes to get out of that bathroom and get ready for work!"
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WWHHHATTT?!" Nick exclaimed, quickly grabbing a clock off the counter and staring at it with impossibly wide eyes.
He then looked into the camera, a bit embarrassed, "
Well uh, nothing embarrassing about that at all!"
Nick cleared his throat, "
On the 15th of April, in the Sam's Town Arena here in Las Vegas, Nevada, I'm gonna' get in that ring, look Caleb Storms and Samantha Marlowe in the eye with Raynin right beside me. The fans are gonna' scream.... because I am... THE SUPER CLEAN, ALWAYS SEEN, ULTRA SHEEN, LEAN MEAN GREEN MAAACCCCHHHHHIIIINNNUUUUHHH.... I am the Wasted Youth.... NNNNNNIIIIICCCCCKK SSSSTTTTEEEEENNNNNNAAAAAHHH!!!!!"
His mother's voice sounded through the door, "That's great Lean Green Machine, now get outta' the bathroom. Mommy's gotta' take a dumper!"
He grinned sheepishly and gathered up the camera.
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Take care everybody!" and with a little wave of his hand, the feed instantly cut.
