Post by theace on Aug 21, 2008 16:01:09 GMT -4
The camera turns on, and the ACE reality logo is seen in the corner. Austin Daniels sitting with his back to the camera, at his desk. The mans fingers typing rapidly. The desk area around the monitor and keyboard are ravaged with beer bottles, sunflower seed shells, and a few pill containers with the lid off layed out. A few pills on the table. Austin then grabs some pills and swallows them down with a swig of beer. The ACE then takes the bottle and throws it at the wall, as glass shatters everywhere/. Austin Daniels then goes back to typing as the camera peers in over his shoulder.
I sit pondering my life, my life achievements, and how I hit the drain so fast. Man how wrong was he last week...I don't do this for the money...I'm blessed with lots of money...I do though do it for thrills, do it for the fan roar, the lift, and explosion when they pop. I push myself to insane levels, I strive for perfection, I reinvent moves, take the airborne game to new heights. I;m not selfish, or am I. Do I do it for me...well of course we all have to do it for ourselves, but deep down inside I really want to leave a mark on this industry, I want my name to be remembered...but how will it be remembered now...transitional champion, to looser. Just when i thought I had achieved it, I had gotten there, ready to start etching my name in to history, just when I thought my time was here, the rug was pulled out from under me, and I take the bump...not the bump all wrestlers are trained to take the one they never wish to engage in...the fall from grace. Well I guess it happens, but know one wants it to...some handle it better then others...me how will I handle it...how can I handle it..well quite frankly I don't know if I can take it...they say get your head together, get your mind right....you need to focus...well thats the problem...I can't shake it...I can't forget...all I see is the jobber circuit...the washed up wrestler...the cut....Koko B Ware...Crush...Earthquake....Konnan.....Razor Ryan....now the ACE....why me...what can I do....if I can't shake these demons that haunt me...what will I do...when I'm the ring it torments me...I'm a simple man, with talent charisma...and IT...my whole career I have been told that I have IT..and displayed IT across this country and others..finally called up to the big show...I finally believed that not only did I have IT...I was IT...and know I'm not sure...and the lack of confidence doesn't help I know..but I'm stuck...if I could fix it I would...all I have is wrestling...all I wanted was wrestling....and now I have been chewed up and spit out like I was warned...he told me...the big time will fuck you, and fuck you good kid...if not the company...then the pressure...if not the pressure then the fans...if not the fans then the fight...but here I am fucked...fucked by the game I love...fucked by the things that fuel me...fucked royally with four aces against me...my hand is weak against the house...house...thats where they go...the tired used up wrestlers...to the house show...am I one of those...is my time done...was I a flash in the pan...do I still have IT...can I pull IT out...can I show that I want IT....or has IT consumed yet another wrestler...has IT ended another future...another promising career...has IT beaten me...sure I lost the belt....sure I lost the tag title shot..sure I lost last week....but has IT beaten me...have I lost IT.....
He stops typing then take another drink, turns toward the camera with bloodshot eyes, and a lost look on his face. This isn't the Austin Daniels the APW has come to know, this isn't the young man full of life, skill, talent and charisma that stormed through this company into super stardom. This is a wrecked Austin Daniels, one who seems to be battling some demons at the moment. The man sits back in his chair as he looks at the camera. He stares, then takes a swig of Budweiser, then throws the bottle to the ground. Foam spews out of the neck, then turns to liquid, and Austin Daniels leans in looking deeply into the camera, which can now pick up on the state of his personal mind state.
"The camera is on...great I have something to say...about a lot of things...like last week when my opponent ran off at the mouth about me being driven by money he couldn't have been more wrong...I'm fueled by the passion, the thrill, and now by the defeat....I was a champion, how bout you, can you say that Ruby...thought not...Yes I was a champion...until my so called friend asked for a friendly match...until the Icon, the Legend of the sport Twister had to take my title...now he stepping up for another...all while holding mine...he couldn't stand the fact that I got a shot...and achieved the goal...the living legend..the man...rebuilding his career at my expense. So now he's big timing it with his world title shot...best of luck to the Natural Disaster....cause he tornado'd my life....now I'm spinning around...a loss to Jake Ruby Wow...I'm on foot in the toilet with that match, and next I'm fighting Streets McGee...can he fly like the ACE, can he roll like the ACE, can he dazzle and amaze like only I can...NO...cause I'm fucking incredible...I'm insane...and loosing it more with each passing minute. Maybe it's the zany bars...or the perks and Budweiser combo...either way it has subdued the pain, and soon will clear my mind, put me where I need to be. Streets Wilson what has he done here...I'm not even sure I haven't really payed much attention to anyone or thing since loosing the match against Tony and Sabur, when I realized that Twister...well I understood the fury in the wind was pretty much like a knife in the back...back on topic my alcohol medication script is really working good..So Streets Wilson...not a champion, or even a former champion...but me...yeah I held gold...I uh...so I guess we are going to fight me and this guy...and like always I will outclass my opponent, out maneuver them, and then outshine them, I hold the skills of the greats, and man fuck what am I saying, me and Streets are going at it one on one in the ring...I own that ring...and in the match I own your ass....my hand is blurry...cause I'm fucked up, but I'm sure like always that there is an ACE or two..cause I always load the deck. I say welcome to Streets, Welcome to the APW...land of opportunity...I'm proof positive that you can come in and shake things up...just don't make the mistake I did, and let some legend come in make friends with you only to jam you in the back, and steal your glory...yes sir...we were friends...and now fuck him...and his fancy belt...hell that belt is mine...he deserves the fucked up trash can lid...anyways...I'm still here I'm in control...I'm driving this bus...I'm rocking this boat....and come Shockwave thats exactly what I intend to do...shock the fans...and put another victory under my belt...Streets I'm sorry that you have to face someone of my calibur...I'm sorry that you will look like an amateur against the skilled seasoned athlete like myself...sorry that I stomp on your career in it's start here like mine was by....fuck it...Streets...I'm taking it to the Streets..I'm taking it to anyone who wants some..I feeling like a solid piece of machinery...I'm feeling that my run is coming back...Streets lets us do the damn thing...and let is happen quick cause the ACE needs to get back to title contention...back in the saddle...back in the cockpit, ready to take flight...Streets..this will be your greatest test to date...I have fallen, but am on the rise..looking upward, and leaving you behind..."
The ACE passes out from his ramble session is his office chair. The camera rests on the image of the unconscious Austin Daniels as it fads to black.
I sit pondering my life, my life achievements, and how I hit the drain so fast. Man how wrong was he last week...I don't do this for the money...I'm blessed with lots of money...I do though do it for thrills, do it for the fan roar, the lift, and explosion when they pop. I push myself to insane levels, I strive for perfection, I reinvent moves, take the airborne game to new heights. I;m not selfish, or am I. Do I do it for me...well of course we all have to do it for ourselves, but deep down inside I really want to leave a mark on this industry, I want my name to be remembered...but how will it be remembered now...transitional champion, to looser. Just when i thought I had achieved it, I had gotten there, ready to start etching my name in to history, just when I thought my time was here, the rug was pulled out from under me, and I take the bump...not the bump all wrestlers are trained to take the one they never wish to engage in...the fall from grace. Well I guess it happens, but know one wants it to...some handle it better then others...me how will I handle it...how can I handle it..well quite frankly I don't know if I can take it...they say get your head together, get your mind right....you need to focus...well thats the problem...I can't shake it...I can't forget...all I see is the jobber circuit...the washed up wrestler...the cut....Koko B Ware...Crush...Earthquake....Konnan.....Razor Ryan....now the ACE....why me...what can I do....if I can't shake these demons that haunt me...what will I do...when I'm the ring it torments me...I'm a simple man, with talent charisma...and IT...my whole career I have been told that I have IT..and displayed IT across this country and others..finally called up to the big show...I finally believed that not only did I have IT...I was IT...and know I'm not sure...and the lack of confidence doesn't help I know..but I'm stuck...if I could fix it I would...all I have is wrestling...all I wanted was wrestling....and now I have been chewed up and spit out like I was warned...he told me...the big time will fuck you, and fuck you good kid...if not the company...then the pressure...if not the pressure then the fans...if not the fans then the fight...but here I am fucked...fucked by the game I love...fucked by the things that fuel me...fucked royally with four aces against me...my hand is weak against the house...house...thats where they go...the tired used up wrestlers...to the house show...am I one of those...is my time done...was I a flash in the pan...do I still have IT...can I pull IT out...can I show that I want IT....or has IT consumed yet another wrestler...has IT ended another future...another promising career...has IT beaten me...sure I lost the belt....sure I lost the tag title shot..sure I lost last week....but has IT beaten me...have I lost IT.....
He stops typing then take another drink, turns toward the camera with bloodshot eyes, and a lost look on his face. This isn't the Austin Daniels the APW has come to know, this isn't the young man full of life, skill, talent and charisma that stormed through this company into super stardom. This is a wrecked Austin Daniels, one who seems to be battling some demons at the moment. The man sits back in his chair as he looks at the camera. He stares, then takes a swig of Budweiser, then throws the bottle to the ground. Foam spews out of the neck, then turns to liquid, and Austin Daniels leans in looking deeply into the camera, which can now pick up on the state of his personal mind state.
"The camera is on...great I have something to say...about a lot of things...like last week when my opponent ran off at the mouth about me being driven by money he couldn't have been more wrong...I'm fueled by the passion, the thrill, and now by the defeat....I was a champion, how bout you, can you say that Ruby...thought not...Yes I was a champion...until my so called friend asked for a friendly match...until the Icon, the Legend of the sport Twister had to take my title...now he stepping up for another...all while holding mine...he couldn't stand the fact that I got a shot...and achieved the goal...the living legend..the man...rebuilding his career at my expense. So now he's big timing it with his world title shot...best of luck to the Natural Disaster....cause he tornado'd my life....now I'm spinning around...a loss to Jake Ruby Wow...I'm on foot in the toilet with that match, and next I'm fighting Streets McGee...can he fly like the ACE, can he roll like the ACE, can he dazzle and amaze like only I can...NO...cause I'm fucking incredible...I'm insane...and loosing it more with each passing minute. Maybe it's the zany bars...or the perks and Budweiser combo...either way it has subdued the pain, and soon will clear my mind, put me where I need to be. Streets Wilson what has he done here...I'm not even sure I haven't really payed much attention to anyone or thing since loosing the match against Tony and Sabur, when I realized that Twister...well I understood the fury in the wind was pretty much like a knife in the back...back on topic my alcohol medication script is really working good..So Streets Wilson...not a champion, or even a former champion...but me...yeah I held gold...I uh...so I guess we are going to fight me and this guy...and like always I will outclass my opponent, out maneuver them, and then outshine them, I hold the skills of the greats, and man fuck what am I saying, me and Streets are going at it one on one in the ring...I own that ring...and in the match I own your ass....my hand is blurry...cause I'm fucked up, but I'm sure like always that there is an ACE or two..cause I always load the deck. I say welcome to Streets, Welcome to the APW...land of opportunity...I'm proof positive that you can come in and shake things up...just don't make the mistake I did, and let some legend come in make friends with you only to jam you in the back, and steal your glory...yes sir...we were friends...and now fuck him...and his fancy belt...hell that belt is mine...he deserves the fucked up trash can lid...anyways...I'm still here I'm in control...I'm driving this bus...I'm rocking this boat....and come Shockwave thats exactly what I intend to do...shock the fans...and put another victory under my belt...Streets I'm sorry that you have to face someone of my calibur...I'm sorry that you will look like an amateur against the skilled seasoned athlete like myself...sorry that I stomp on your career in it's start here like mine was by....fuck it...Streets...I'm taking it to the Streets..I'm taking it to anyone who wants some..I feeling like a solid piece of machinery...I'm feeling that my run is coming back...Streets lets us do the damn thing...and let is happen quick cause the ACE needs to get back to title contention...back in the saddle...back in the cockpit, ready to take flight...Streets..this will be your greatest test to date...I have fallen, but am on the rise..looking upward, and leaving you behind..."
The ACE passes out from his ramble session is his office chair. The camera rests on the image of the unconscious Austin Daniels as it fads to black.
