Post by theace on Jun 19, 2008 23:24:53 GMT -4
THE ACE reality show
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The scene comes to life on the black top pavement of the 215 beltway in a warm evening in Las Vegas, on the far north side of the valley, where the traffic isn't as congested as it would be closer to the center of town, and on the south side by the strip. The camera is pointed in the south bound lane of the beltway, as loud bellow of a crotch rocket exhaust can be heard. The Red bike with black wheels which are hard to see with the speed of the vehicle, comes flying by in a flash. The high performance bike then locks up the brakes, smoke billows out from the rotor as the pads of the caliper clamp down tightly bringing the bike to a stop, as the rear of the bike lifts. The rear end then comes down, and then the throttle is rolled again, as the bike turns back around toward the camera. The driver of the bike then positions himself on the handlebars, with his feet draped over, the engine then revs up, as the bike goes into a wheelie, and the mans feet flare out. The wheelie is riding all the way, back up to the camera as the back then drops down to both wheels. The throttle is gassed up again, as the handle bars are pitched in one direction, the rear tire begins to smoke, as the bike nows has gone into full donut mode. The rider jumps off the bike, still holding the bars, and with a great grip on the throttle, the tires still m=smokes as the bike still turns. The sound is deafening, as the engine is screaming with RPMs, and the smoke filling the air. Suddenly a loud concussion of sound rips through the air, as the throttle is quickly let off, and the rider then drops the bike sideways. The cement lit by the glow of street lamps, illuminates the now down piece of performance. The rider, lifts the helmet up, and reveals himself to the camera, as THE ACE. The ridding jacket, is then unbuttoned, and Austin then pulls off his gloves, walks over to the White F150 pick up truck parked in the side of the road, close to the loyal camera man Dave. The 26,000 dollar truck has been slightly modified, it has a six inch lift to it's suspension, the windows have been limo tinted so the haters have to wonder what exactly is going on in that truck. The exhaust has been done for performance, and sound. The radio system has had it's fair share of needless money dumped into it, with amplifiers, sub woofers, mid ranges, surround systems, navigation, and video. In the Rhino lined bed of this truck, is a cooler, the lid is then lifted as Austin Daniels reaches in, and pulls out a bottle of water. If the ACE isn't drinking Budweiser, then he's quenching his thirst with Arrowhead bottled water. The sport top bottle it opened , and the ACE squeezes the bottle shooting the cool refreshment into his mouth. Austin Daniels then, asks Dave for his help, with the loading up of his bike, into the bed of this truck. The bike doesn't quite roll the same with the tire blown out, so Dave sets the camera on the ground. A bunch of noise can be heard, as the camera sits on the black top, close to the edge of the street. The view of the two mens feet can be seen, and the flopping up and down of the flattened tire as the two men push the vehicle to the back of the truck. The tailgate is opened, and from the view of the camera it can only be heard. Some grunting from Dave can be heard as Austin laughs at the lack of physical ability of the camera man. The tail gate is then closed as the sound resonates through the camera. Footsteps are heard, along with deep heavy breathing. Then rustling, and the camera is back into reality vision mode. Austin walks over grabs his helmet, and his gloves off the ground, and tosses them in the back of the truck. The ACE then opens the drivers door, and slides into his cock pit, which has been customized for the owner. The upholstery done in a red and white tuck and roll custom look from the fifty's, and the head rests embroidered with blood red ACE's. The dashboard is far from stock, the old one removed and a new one, with a more smooth surface has been added, and gel coated fire engine red. The truck is fired up, as the engine roars to life. The right foot of the ACE, actuates the gas pedal a few times, listening to the pour of the exhaust, then his right hand pulls the shift lever in the center console from "P" to to "D", and the left hand grasps the steering wheel, as the right has now pushed the screen of the touch screen nav system, and the ACE sends it into video mode, and it's the highlight reel that he was watching in the previous week. The ACE looks over at the camera, not to speak into it, but to talk to Dave, and by this point Dave has figured each bit of body language, and eye movement of Austin Daniels when it comes to the filming.
"So burning the tire was a little much hunh"
"Maybe...if it where me...I'd be upset, and more conservative about my money...but you..."
"Yeah who gives a fuck, and for that Dave you getting a raise"
"Uh"
"Yes sir, your a loyal fuck, and a pretty smart guy, and well...you are growing on me. Seeing that I was set for life prior to signing that contract with APW thanks to the great MEGA bucks, well that money is like working capital for this business that is the ACE, and well consider your self VP of operations, and it's time you got paid like it."
"Thank you Austin, so what kind of raise are we talking about."
"Not on camera buddy...figures aren't broadcast on this show, some things are sacred, and we can't have people knowing what you make...like the IRS...well there may be some under the table bonuses coming your way as well."
The steering wheel is turned right, and the gas pedal is smashed and the truck fish tail slides around the corner, as a smile appears on the face of Austin Daniels. The truck continues on it's path toward the home of the ACE. Austin then barrels down his street, and then backs the truck into the driveway, reaches up hit the home link on the sun visor, and the door to the garage then rolls up, exposing the inner workings to the crisp clear, warm air of the purple evening. The truck then is shut off, and the ACE exits the vehicle followed by the his cameraman. The tailgate drops again and Austin then leaps in the back of the truck, looking at his garage, stopping for a moment, like he had just had an epiphany.
[shadow=red,left,300]THE NEXT MORNING [/shadow]
The ACE sits at his breakfast bar, with a bowl full of Fruit Loops cereal drowned in two percent milk sitting in front of him. His blue tooth jammed into his ear, and the light on the unit illuminates to signal that a call is in progress.
"Marianna you had better get here, and have this place in tipped top shape, cause at exactly five o' clock I will be opening my house to the APW on line, it seems a certain individual has pitched the idea of a MTV Cribs type of spin off, and well it starts tonight with me. So get your cleaning clothes on, and lets do it, bring a couple of your illegal cousins along, and I"ll double the pay for today, and pay all you fuckers, so lets get it done."
Austin then ends the call, and plunges that spoon into the bowl, scooping out a load of Fruit Loops, and milk. He then chows down, and looks at the camera.
"Ya got a watch me eat"
"Uhh..."
The camera then turns off, and the reality show takes a break. Later on in the evening, Austin Daniels stands at his door, wired up for sound, and imagine that there is a knock at the door. He opens the door, and is met by a live camera crew from APW on line.
"What up..I'm Austin Daniels, and this is my pad, come on in let me show you around."
The crew then walks in as the door is shut behind them, the camera pans around viewing the entry way of the house. The floor lined with high grade wood, and the walls painted with a light tan. On one wall of the entry, is a rock structure, with a small pond. At the head of the structure, is a a robotic elephant type head, with large ram type horns. Water spills out of the eye sockets of the statue, trickle down the series of rocks strategically placed for noise, and flow purposes. The ACE stands next the pond portion of this weird waterfall, and the camera notices fish in the bottom pond section.
"This is my waterfall, and some of you may recognize the mask formed into this structure as the head piece Big Van Vader wore to the ring, and watch this."
The ACE then walked to the door, flicked a light switch to the left of the door, and smoke shot out of the horns. The ACE smiled at his waterfall, and then they walk on through a stone type archway that is really a mound of chicken wire, plaster, and foam, covered in a faux rock like texture, and the painted to simulate stone. The enter the dinning room, which then opens to a large kitchen, and family room. The spaciousness is breath taking, a architects creation translated into a master piece. The ACE then walks over to his fridge, opens it up.
"This is my fridge, mostly water, and my favorite acquisition, (next to the fridge), a kegerator fully loaded with Budweiser..the best beer in town, I don't care what you like, or pass along, a frosty Bud is second to none."
The ACE then walks over to his living room area, where a large wrap around couch, with theater style seat at each end pointed in view of the TV, which is a 72 inch flat panel Toshiba mounted on the wall, and under neath it, tucked inside the wall, is a built in Blueray Disc player, an X-Box 360, and the receiver for the house hold surround sound and intercom system. The ACE then says lets me take you out back....we aren't going up stairs...the magic happens there, an well the only people that go up there is ME...my maid...and lucky ladies of Vegas. The French doors on the side of the dinning room that look out to the pool are opened and well there it is, a tropical paradise, a couple of cabana's, the huge pool and Jacuzzi set up, and a rock climbing wall, with a built in water slide.
"Oh come out here...look"
Austin points at the roof, where a trampoline was built on top of his house.
"Yeah my buddies that contract for all the Station casino's well they came and hooked it up, landscaped, and created a huge outdoor paradise in the quiet suburbs of Las Vegas. This pool is one of the deepest pools in the valley, for of course roof top tramp tricks, can't be breaking your neck. You think the shit in the ring is sick well, try a late night keg party in this back yard...insane. Alright let me take you out front, and show you my rides."
They then make their way through the side gate out to the front of the house, where the vehicles of Austin Daniels are parked. Now coming to this house on a regular basis you would have found his luxury car, and as of late his new custom F-150, but on this day it seems his friends have littered his driveway with their vehicles, for a shot to see their cars on TV, or at least on line. A slew of low riders, lifted trucks, a couple of rat rods, and a few motorcycles, all line the street outside the house, and cover the driveway, and sit in the desert landscape which is Austin's front yard.
"Well thats it, I showed you my fountain, my kegerator, and my paradise right outside, but now it's time for you to go, so...wait.....thats right I'm a wrestler, not just a celebrity, and well we do have a PPV coming up, so lets us shoot a promo if you will, since your here."
The ACE dressed in his black shorts, adorning his ACE logo on the leg, and sporting a Budweiser tank top, wife beater style, well cause their cool, Austin walks over to a custom motorcycle, and sits down on the alligator skin covered seat of the Count Kool Rider custom chopper, painted with skulls, smoke, and tombstones. The ACE then looks into the camera, and begins.
"Two weeks ago I lost my debut, which was loaded with an excellent opportunity for a noob(rolling his eyes), and well I fell short, and to some people that may have been it, they run along the deal would have ended there, yet for me that was not the case. I have said it before, that since my birth, a series of lucky events have transpired through the course of my life, and well I just have it. Some people are blessed by the lucky sperm club, others are blessed with great looks, and then some talents. Well you take every ounce of luck that runs through this universe, wrap it in a tortilla, and that is the ACE...the lucky burrito of the bunch. I have the skills, the looks, the body, the sex life, money, and now I have John Greens spot. You see I was given the second chance, along with Tony Blackwell, and the returning Green, and with my skill, and natural luck, you see who has moved on in the tournament, and well...who is battling it out for seconds."
The ACE looks around smirks and then stares back into the lens.
"Now it's seems we have us an angered John Green, and well from the looks of things we wouldn't want that. I mean an angered John Green seems like he goes on line and pulls up archives of old wrestling promos, and weird poetry, cuts and pastes, types them up, prints out a copy, and then like a great actor memorizes his lines. Well Green you are great...a great actor...a great fraud...and quite frankly absolutely the best at stinking up the show, but in the ring it is you who falls short, it is you that can't hack it, and it is you that skills don't match up to the level of the current roster. It's too bad you where on the verge of unconsciousness before I dropped the Four Aces, cause the fan reaction...amazing, and that feeling is something well...someone like you won't experience, cause your not an innovator, just a imitator, a plagiarizer, and the true gimmick infringer. The shit you spew about me...well my poor boy seems theres egg on your face after our last match isn't there, cause it was your perfectly fit, in shape, body that was down for the count. Like it or not, I'm your better Green, and if my memory serves me correct, the thing I accomplished here...is beating you, and ending your shot."
Austin then stands from the bike, and begins to walk through the side yard. The sounds of his friends now in the pool, having a good time. Austin stops at his gate looking upon his friends, and as his back is turned to the camera, the ACE then moves on in his promo.
"Off of the subject of loosing, and losers. I had a second chance, snatched it up by the balls, and here we are heading into this PPV, things didn't go exactly like I planned, yet the end result is the same. I'm in the match, and ready to make my mark, etch my spot, and secure my future. You see I'm in a win/win situation, if I lose, I still excelled higher than other APW favorites, and former champions. I win, and sky's the limit, a virtual unknown to the mainstream wrestling community, but underground..my roots run deep, it's there that you find the thrilling, the willing, and the dare devil, leave it all on the line, suicidal tendency that has projected my career to this point. I'm not loosing touch with that edge, some people go mainstream and well are never the same, Me on the other hand I'm in it to win it. You see all this, I had this long before my new found fame here in APW, money isn't my motivating factor, the passion for this sport, the love for this art, and the drive to bring it to the top of the mountain, and let the world know, that Wrestling is solid gold."
Austin then turns looking at the camera once again.
"Speaking of Gold...thats what this is all about, that is what drives each and every ego filled wrestler that steps through those ropes. What it basically comes down to is who wants it more, who needs it more, and what will you do for that chance, that victory. Well me...I risk my life each and every night, with the most insane moves this business has ever seen. Some of them have great risk, and pay off hugely. Others offer little to no risk, yet bring the same devastating results. I have been mocked every where I go when I say I am a hybrid wrestler...It's like MMA....You take boxing..great, quick strikers with pin point accuracy, then add the aspect of Kick boxing, and you have just given the person two extra guns, in his arsenal. Now you take a wrestler on the ground this boxer would stand a chance against this type of athlete, ahh unless he two is well versed in the art of wrestling basics, now add submission technique, and ball it all together and one hell of a fighter...Well those aspect, along with a high flying attack, with huge pay offs, all while thrilling the fans, not thats a hell of a product. Now that the management here has acquired that product it's being put to use. This Sunday...the submission technician in one man that stands before me, on this battle. Vin E Lambardo, a rather religious fellow, and now he's in the dilemma that he must preform a exorcism of Kaos. I am not the only one that is blessed with luck, for Sunday is your lucky day. I will end your chance of title dreams, and move on beat your brother, and well the two of you can then settle your issues, in grudge matches, and such. Those type of things seem to loose rattings for shows when title belts are involved, sorry it's fact. So with all your skill, and ability, and personality, right now your are a troubled man. You have family issues, and they are spread out all over national television. So the Lambardo's have done what the Blackwells were ever so good at, mixing family and business, it just doesn't work. So on Sunday Vin, bring what you will, enter the ring, do a fancy break dance leg split. Cause against me you will look like a played out electric boogaloo, against the fresh, the new, the current, master of the POP, The man with a finger on the pulse of this business, and the innovator of beauty when it comes to fantastic new moves. Vin, your life on the streets may just be calling you home, your run for gold here it's over. Your street cred, useless in that ring. It's skill against skill, and while I'm the priceless work of art, you reek like a polished turd. I have everything to gain, and nothing to loose. I'm not even supposed to be here, and yet here I am. So Vin set your feelings for your brother aside, and bring some of that Lamabrdo talent...uh wait, your the younger one, like Tony Blackwell, over casted by the shadow of big brother. Well fear not, cause there is a place for you in the mid card, ask John Green I'm sure he slide down on the bench to make room. Cause your chances have just been benched, and this spotlight we are all fighting for, it's only for the first string, and you I'm sorry to say have just been demoted to back up, second string status. Sorry Vin it's like Thanksgiving dinner at the Lamabrdo household, your sitting at the kiddie table, and I'm main eventing the grown up table, and the prize turkey, it's all mine, the only thing left for you is corn, biscuits, and stuffing. Your game is fair Mr. Submission Technician...and I'm pretty sure that I have a bundle of tricks, in my bagof greatness, that are fit to handle that skill, so suit up, it's time to find out who can rule the roost. Me or You."
Austin then in his best street mime impersonation acts like he is holding a bag, opens it up, and reaches in.
"Look this full bag of talent has something for Victor Brander as well. You see well I have the privilege of facing you before, unlike the others. This go around I have done my research, and have discovered a few holes in your game, I have been dutifully training to exploit those very tiny holes. Your one sided, and that style is affective at times, but in todays standards, that doesn't hold lasting strengths. One trick pony's have come and gone, yet none have stayed around in the past ten years with lasting versatility. You see them come, you see them go, the one track, submission guy, with that one finisher, and zero appeal from lastin super stardom. Well sorry Victor, this isn't 1980, or 1990, this is 2008, and you need to adapt, or get passed by. Our first go round, you were on the winning side, but here I am, like a painful thorn in your side, a virus that has set up shop, and is hell bent on attacking your body from the inside out, shutting off key components of your body which make you function, I have come, and this Sunday I intend to prove that very comment to you. You speak repeatedly, and redundantly about how your the thinking mans wrestler, this is a game of chess in that ring, and the one with the most counters, the best strategy, and most moves for the board will win. I'm going to be sure not to make a mistake for you to exploit, but I want you to think about something since thats your favorite thing to do is think. Think about the future of this business, and the current state of it...then think about the fact that you are a one sided, a one hit wonder. Evolve or die Victor. Now don't take that wrong, I have respect for you, but not your finisher...the fact that I tapped to that old gag is pitiful, and quite embarrassing. So I have forgiven myself for that mistake, and I would rather submit to unconsciousness, then ever tap out from the sharpshooter again. I mean here I am revolutionizing this business, with new moves, and with all the knowledge running around today, you pick that tired deal, so be it. Lone Wolf... you stand alone....well Victor, Sunday you will be far from alone...you will be in the ring with a man ready to rip, and claw my way through you for that shot. Is you will strong enough, are your skills honed enough, can you handle the pressure...cause something erks me about you. I have this feeling that deep inside your are fragile, like a house of cards, and with the right amount of pressure it will all come crashing down. Your aren't ready for success, your prepared for the glory that comes with a world title. You can't handle the sacrifice, nor the pressure of being a living target, in a shooting gallery. Lots of people with big guns aiming for you. No, this Lone Wolf isn't ready, and doesn't have the knack of a champion. His heart is questionable, and I smell that. It's like being in a high stakes tournament of Hold Em....you learn to read people, and it's plastered all over your face Victor, sorry that the truth stings a little. So show your cards, I'm sure there few and far between original, or innovative. You skills are good, but can be read like a childs book. Time for you to step asside, time for you to suffer the embarassment of loosing your shot, like Green, Blackwell, and Olivetti...at the hands of a second chance, rebound, comeback kid. The match is made, and I am game. So walk the ramp, pull of that plain jane shirt, kind of like your skills, simple. Slap fives with the fans, cause no matter how hard you try to please them with your charming smile, it will be all stolen away from you with my impressive arsenal of moves, just like your chances of moving on. The cat burglar is here, stealing your hopes"
Austin then turns again, opens the gate walks over toward the built in BBQ along the covered patio. Reaches down to the built in stainless steel fridge, opens it up, and grabs a BUD. Twists the cap off, and then chugs a little refreshment.
"Dr, Phate...not forgotten in the least, and possibly saved for last because of that catchy phrase...the best for last. Well I have done a fair amount of tango's with women in dresses, but this will indeed be my first time to dance with one that is packing some fruit, and sausage in between their legs. I guess their is a first for everything, which brings me to the point. The first loss of Dr. Phate in APW..oh how I would love to be the man that accomplishes that. We all have the same universal goal, to be the man, some may have tasted that in other feds, and some, it may be their first thirst, either way there is four of us, four common goals. Somethings gotta give, and it may just be Phates "0" in the "L" column. This man I hold great respect for, well as much as a very sexually charged, hetero male can hold for a dress wearing master of the squared circle. Your skills are great, your dedication is unbelievable, and if I have to loose it would be honorable to suffer it, at your hands, but that thought is locked a way deep. My only focus is winning the shot, then doing everything with in my power, and talent, to achieve that world title. You see the three of my opponents, all think of their skills as Golden..and while thats great for their self esteem, and a needed thought to be successful. You stack their skills up against mine and well they look like brass. I don't strive to be good, my every ounce of drive, yearns for the best. I can't rest until I am the best.. if I see a move I yet have not mastered, I learn the move, and pull it off better. Every thing you can do, I can do better, add my natural luck, and thats a pretty good product, but that has been said. Back to the subject.. Phate, Legends do come and they do go, but an Icons.... well lets break that down...an Icon...from Wikipedia by definition is an image, picture, or representation; it is a sign or likeness that stands for an object by signifying or representing it either concretely or by analogy, as in semiotics; by extension, icon is also used, particularly in modern culture, in the general sense of symbol — i.e. a name, face, picture, edifice or even a person readily recognized as having some well-known significance or embodying certain qualities: one thing, an image or depiction, that represents something else of greater significance through literal or figurative meaning, usually associated with religious, cultural, political, or economic standing."
Austin then looks at the camera, and then smirks
"I don't really give a fuck...what I do know is you are a bad mother fucker my friend, in fact you should be the one with the catch phrase bad mother fucker, not John Green. Sunday, you are now one of my opponents, and I could run my mouth, talk shit, or really spend a lot of needless time on the internet, racking my brain for some intelligent, really brain twisting, smart remarks to use against you in this promo, and truthfuly that was my original intent. But coming to the definition of Icon..thats about as far as I got..then being a real horny man, being logged online, I some how ended up on Bangbus.com. So needless to say..it realy doesn't matter if I run you up or down on camera, as long as I simply run you in the middle of the ring, that should do the job."
Another drink, from the definition, and all the rambling, the ACE got rather parched.
"So Sunday, four men, one prize....I have sat a tables with plenty of powerful men across this country, in high stakes card games, with thousands on the line, and never have I had a hand like the one I'm holding. This match, this tournament, the title shot... I see it all coming to a close, and it's ACE's over queens, none is better, and that my friends is fact, the hard part is dealing with it. The true fact is the four of us need not just be thrilled with the fact of our opportunity, but thrilled with the fact we are making history. APW's first Test 4 the Best, and the winner could indeed make their mark in the record books. Well I'm going to save them some ink for that book, three simple letters...A....C....E"
Austin then goes inside to change into his swimsuit, to join his friends in the pool.
