Post by theace on Jul 14, 2008 19:25:18 GMT -4
Backstage at Overdrive, the ACE is seen talking on his Blackberry. His wrists wearing the new ACE wrist nabs available at all APW authorized retail centers. The ACE sporting a red Budweiser tank top, and his black shorts with his logo embedded on them. Austin Daniels then hangs up the phone, and begins stretching for his match when APW's own Cindy Shannon walks up to the rather handsome, self confident Austin Daniels.
"Tonight Austin...you have a chance to obtain your first singles titles here in APW...After an impressive showing at the Test for the Best, now you step in later tonight against John Green, so tell us your thoughts"
Austin grabs his bottle of water, twisting the cap off, then taking a sip of the mountain spring crystal clear fluid. He caps the bottle handing it to Ms. Shannon's free hand, while the other holds a mic.
"Well sweetheart my first thought is the kung fu grip you have on that mic must make men crazy...
Cindy Shannon blushes as she smiles at Austin Daniels
"But later on I have a segment set aside for a promo to discuss my title match, however this impromptu interview has just thrown me off a but...My thoughts are what you wish to know, well the thought that comes to mind is we are two and a half hours away from the start of the show, my next thought is my hotel room is right around the corner, and my third thought is..."
The ACE leans in whispering in Cindy's ear. The young women begins to blush a bit, as the ACE then pulls back and throws a devilish smile. He turns walking for the door, as Cindy hands the mic to the camera man. Austin Daniels pushes open the exit door of the arena holding it open for the lady. She exits the door followed by the ACE who claps his hands together, and almost is licking his chops.
Exactly thirty six minutes later Austin Daniels returns to the arena. The camera man spots the ACE and ask' where Cindy is? Daniels simply replies
"Passed out cold my friend...I don't think anyone has forced her to go three in a row, but then again there is a first time for everything, and tonight I prove to John Green in his case there is a second as well..."
Austin Daniels adjusts his crotch area, then pats the camera man on the shoulder. He then walks off being stopped dead in his tracks by the vivacious Ms. Lively. She looks up at the man, then runs hers finger down his chest.
"Well, a real women, slightly aged to perfection like the greatest of wines"
"A talented, in shape, super sex machine like of a man."
Just then Michael Lively spots the eye fucking that his mother is giving the ACE Austin Daniels. He storms over, nabs up his mother by her hand, turns back to the ACE.
"Once again...you are fucking around with my mother, with an important match right around the corner, if you focused on the match at hand, maybe it would be you getting the title shot instead of Phate."
"Title shot...well I have one tonight, maybe if I fail here then I'll qualify for the looser championship, and get a shot at you."
"Loser's title...nice..."
Lively then spits in the face of Austin Daniels. Daniels answers by lunging at the Overdrive champion as security comes running in to separate the two. Lively then calmly grabs his mother by the hand, and walks off. Ms. Lively looks back at the ACE and blows a kiss to the young stud. Daniels straightens out his shirt, wipes off his face, then turns to walk away with a devilish smirk on his face mumbling to himself.
"Has nothing to do with him, just his hot steamy mother, fucking ego maniac."
Later on, in a dark room. A candle lit on a table flickers through the room casting a dancing shadow. Then a figure emerges from the shadows, walks in and sits at the table. The light of the candle flickers on the face of Austin Daniels. His cheeks stubbly like he hadn't shaved this morning. His hair a little tussled from the roll in the sack with Cindy Shannon. The ACE's face is rather serious, as his eyes focused intently on the flame, watching the bits of smoke lift into the air. He folds his hands on the table in front of him, then begins to speak, after letting out a slight sigh.
"Title hopes and dreams. Many men have them, others know it's not within their capabilities, but still wish, and wonder what it would be like. The wrestling business a self sacrificing business, a punishing spot on a mans body. Broken bones, separated joints pulled muscles, all sacrificed night in and night out for the chance of becoming a champion. Now there are many titles to be won, in many organizations, but none are higher then making it to the big time. Many men win Indy titles, but that select group that moves forward in a major fed, to capture gold goes slim. The cream of the crop, the elite of elite, the main event if you will. This is what it's about being able to grace the ring in the major organization, every wrestler ultimate goal. Achieving the championship in said fed is another thing that not many do, but all dream of. To capture that gold, the feeling must be amazing, giving everything you have in that match, daring the odds, and laws of nature. Putting your body through hell, in the attempts to stop your opponent for those three seconds, just long enough so the ref can preform the count. All for the glory, your tired , sweaty, beaten, and partially broken. The ref walks over as your music hits, raise your hand in the air for the crowd. The fans cheering and roaring, then it happens, the announcement is made The Winner and NEW Champion.... followed by your name, and the ref hands you that prize, that piece of wrestling history, on this evening you become something different, this even your are the best in your field, the man on top of the world. All others look at you, wanting to be where you are. That feeling, that dream I have yet to accomplish...my opponent has on two occasions. John Green climb that mountain, and became the highest of high, the grand champion of all, the Heavyweight Champion of the world. Then came back and took another championship, the Hardcore title. I have a victory over this man, while he doesn't hold one over me. Yet his experience in the capturing gold category is greater then mine. It's all good...my time will come, this Monday I have that chance, that date with destiny. This Monday I have to step up and grab the ring, I must be perfect in every way. My game has to be tight, my moves superb. My head clear and focused. I am focused John Green...not on your title...thats the dream in my head for now, my focus is on you, on your game, on your skills. How to combat you. My arsenal is exquisite, all my ammo is loaded. I'm coming for you John Green not the title. That title is the prize I win, if and when I defeat you. This is a contest...I'm not worried about the celebration, the title or the history...it's all coming. When...well I am in control of that. Tonight you step in the ring...to defend your title...I step in the ring to beat you...simple as that...anything else is icing on the cake. I'm not worried about becoming a champion..those are great dreams we all have...but dreaming leaves a hole in your game.
The ACE runs his hand just above the flame so he can feel the heat it emanates. As he does so the flame dances from side to side.
"You will be on the defense...some people say an animal is the most dangerous when they are on the defense. Thats only true for the un experienced, the elite, the trained know exactly what to do when a animal is on the defense, what to look for, what to expect, how to approach, and conquer so said animal will not pose a threat any longer. John Green your a scramler...you only excel when your the challenger, you can't handle being on the defense...your mind doesn't operate that way. So the excellence of the ACE is coming to the ring full prepared, fully trained, will to play the game at it's most perfect state. The match a hardcore rules, the stakes....win or get beaten...the prize your title. I'm ready, a set to go. I'm eager for the bell, for on this evening the world see's a match on a level unseen to main stream television, you experience things in that ring that most never thought possible, I preform moves unlike any other, and dare...dare to thrill...dare to win...dare to do by any means necessary to walk out the winner. Why...not cause I hate you Green, Not cause I don't respect you...not even for your title...cause I am simply better then you. Tonight I prove it, I dizzy the Retribution Killer, I out wrestler, out hardcore, and outclass John Green. It's funny your name the Retribution Killer...in this matches who's the one needing retribution, Green I'm splitting your head open tonight, I'm spilling your high class blood all over that ring. I"m going to stamp your face on the mat while it's covered in your own blood, people will think I'm trying to mail the ring to the next city. The ACE is ready...once again I have nothing to loose...you Green against me have already lost...and tonight stand to loose a little more then me. I know your great, hell your wouldn't' have won two championships if your weren't, but I'm just better in every way. I wrestle better, I'd make a better champion, I make a better spokesman for the company, I pull better looking women than you, I lay longer pipe than you, and simply have more money than you. Face it Johny boy your good, but I'm great. You may be a legend some day, while I stand to be an ICON. Anything you offer I can beat, there is nothing better then an ACE...and your card value doesn't hold up. In our match match I am full prepared to ruin the life you created for yourself. The one where you are the man, the one where the world really loves you, the one where you become the greatest. Soon John Green I will bring your whole world in around you, call me Morpheus, cause tonight I give you the journey down the rabbit hole, and show you reality. John Green isn't the man, his skill aren't up to par. Tonight I crush your pride, and make your bow down to your superior, you having been living in a make believe realm, but out here in the real world Austin Daniels is waiting to give you the lesson of a life time. I'm here, and am not going anywhere....Retribution Killer I hope your prepared to be killed ...cause I'll die trying, thats my sacrifice. Only one man can win, One man John....and that one is the ACE!"
Austin Daniels then takes his hand, pinching the flame out so the room is filled with nothing but darkness.
"The flame on your title run dies tonight, I'm going to rob that flame of the much needed oxygen. John Green the lights are out on your time. Nothing but dark days ahead for you my friend. While you run off trying to find your self, of reinvent yourself after this loss, remember one thing...the APW is here..."
The lights in the room quickly come on, showing the ACE standing tall.
"I'm the bright light of the future, I'm the guiding beacon in the darkness. This place doesn't need you like you seem to think it does. No John Green the sad but true fact is while you ran off to hide in shame, someone else jumped in your vacant spot, this place thrived without it's Retribution Killer, and it will continue to do so. Embrace the fact John that your glory, your time as a champion, and spot in the wrestling history books, are just like a small ripple in a giant ocean, hardly noticeable. No matter how good, tough, or precise you preform tonight, I'm steps ahead of you, I'm your wake up call Green. You have been replaced, passed up, and are no longer needed in this industry. You fall short, and have nothing to offer...hell don't feel bad though...I'm sure there's a spot for you on the staff...I hear thats where all the washed up has beens go."
The ACE just smiles at the camera as it fades to black
"Tonight Austin...you have a chance to obtain your first singles titles here in APW...After an impressive showing at the Test for the Best, now you step in later tonight against John Green, so tell us your thoughts"
Austin grabs his bottle of water, twisting the cap off, then taking a sip of the mountain spring crystal clear fluid. He caps the bottle handing it to Ms. Shannon's free hand, while the other holds a mic.
"Well sweetheart my first thought is the kung fu grip you have on that mic must make men crazy...
Cindy Shannon blushes as she smiles at Austin Daniels
"But later on I have a segment set aside for a promo to discuss my title match, however this impromptu interview has just thrown me off a but...My thoughts are what you wish to know, well the thought that comes to mind is we are two and a half hours away from the start of the show, my next thought is my hotel room is right around the corner, and my third thought is..."
The ACE leans in whispering in Cindy's ear. The young women begins to blush a bit, as the ACE then pulls back and throws a devilish smile. He turns walking for the door, as Cindy hands the mic to the camera man. Austin Daniels pushes open the exit door of the arena holding it open for the lady. She exits the door followed by the ACE who claps his hands together, and almost is licking his chops.
Exactly thirty six minutes later Austin Daniels returns to the arena. The camera man spots the ACE and ask' where Cindy is? Daniels simply replies
"Passed out cold my friend...I don't think anyone has forced her to go three in a row, but then again there is a first time for everything, and tonight I prove to John Green in his case there is a second as well..."
Austin Daniels adjusts his crotch area, then pats the camera man on the shoulder. He then walks off being stopped dead in his tracks by the vivacious Ms. Lively. She looks up at the man, then runs hers finger down his chest.
"Well, a real women, slightly aged to perfection like the greatest of wines"
"A talented, in shape, super sex machine like of a man."
Just then Michael Lively spots the eye fucking that his mother is giving the ACE Austin Daniels. He storms over, nabs up his mother by her hand, turns back to the ACE.
"Once again...you are fucking around with my mother, with an important match right around the corner, if you focused on the match at hand, maybe it would be you getting the title shot instead of Phate."
"Title shot...well I have one tonight, maybe if I fail here then I'll qualify for the looser championship, and get a shot at you."
"Loser's title...nice..."
Lively then spits in the face of Austin Daniels. Daniels answers by lunging at the Overdrive champion as security comes running in to separate the two. Lively then calmly grabs his mother by the hand, and walks off. Ms. Lively looks back at the ACE and blows a kiss to the young stud. Daniels straightens out his shirt, wipes off his face, then turns to walk away with a devilish smirk on his face mumbling to himself.
"Has nothing to do with him, just his hot steamy mother, fucking ego maniac."
Later on, in a dark room. A candle lit on a table flickers through the room casting a dancing shadow. Then a figure emerges from the shadows, walks in and sits at the table. The light of the candle flickers on the face of Austin Daniels. His cheeks stubbly like he hadn't shaved this morning. His hair a little tussled from the roll in the sack with Cindy Shannon. The ACE's face is rather serious, as his eyes focused intently on the flame, watching the bits of smoke lift into the air. He folds his hands on the table in front of him, then begins to speak, after letting out a slight sigh.
"Title hopes and dreams. Many men have them, others know it's not within their capabilities, but still wish, and wonder what it would be like. The wrestling business a self sacrificing business, a punishing spot on a mans body. Broken bones, separated joints pulled muscles, all sacrificed night in and night out for the chance of becoming a champion. Now there are many titles to be won, in many organizations, but none are higher then making it to the big time. Many men win Indy titles, but that select group that moves forward in a major fed, to capture gold goes slim. The cream of the crop, the elite of elite, the main event if you will. This is what it's about being able to grace the ring in the major organization, every wrestler ultimate goal. Achieving the championship in said fed is another thing that not many do, but all dream of. To capture that gold, the feeling must be amazing, giving everything you have in that match, daring the odds, and laws of nature. Putting your body through hell, in the attempts to stop your opponent for those three seconds, just long enough so the ref can preform the count. All for the glory, your tired , sweaty, beaten, and partially broken. The ref walks over as your music hits, raise your hand in the air for the crowd. The fans cheering and roaring, then it happens, the announcement is made The Winner and NEW Champion.... followed by your name, and the ref hands you that prize, that piece of wrestling history, on this evening you become something different, this even your are the best in your field, the man on top of the world. All others look at you, wanting to be where you are. That feeling, that dream I have yet to accomplish...my opponent has on two occasions. John Green climb that mountain, and became the highest of high, the grand champion of all, the Heavyweight Champion of the world. Then came back and took another championship, the Hardcore title. I have a victory over this man, while he doesn't hold one over me. Yet his experience in the capturing gold category is greater then mine. It's all good...my time will come, this Monday I have that chance, that date with destiny. This Monday I have to step up and grab the ring, I must be perfect in every way. My game has to be tight, my moves superb. My head clear and focused. I am focused John Green...not on your title...thats the dream in my head for now, my focus is on you, on your game, on your skills. How to combat you. My arsenal is exquisite, all my ammo is loaded. I'm coming for you John Green not the title. That title is the prize I win, if and when I defeat you. This is a contest...I'm not worried about the celebration, the title or the history...it's all coming. When...well I am in control of that. Tonight you step in the ring...to defend your title...I step in the ring to beat you...simple as that...anything else is icing on the cake. I'm not worried about becoming a champion..those are great dreams we all have...but dreaming leaves a hole in your game.
The ACE runs his hand just above the flame so he can feel the heat it emanates. As he does so the flame dances from side to side.
"You will be on the defense...some people say an animal is the most dangerous when they are on the defense. Thats only true for the un experienced, the elite, the trained know exactly what to do when a animal is on the defense, what to look for, what to expect, how to approach, and conquer so said animal will not pose a threat any longer. John Green your a scramler...you only excel when your the challenger, you can't handle being on the defense...your mind doesn't operate that way. So the excellence of the ACE is coming to the ring full prepared, fully trained, will to play the game at it's most perfect state. The match a hardcore rules, the stakes....win or get beaten...the prize your title. I'm ready, a set to go. I'm eager for the bell, for on this evening the world see's a match on a level unseen to main stream television, you experience things in that ring that most never thought possible, I preform moves unlike any other, and dare...dare to thrill...dare to win...dare to do by any means necessary to walk out the winner. Why...not cause I hate you Green, Not cause I don't respect you...not even for your title...cause I am simply better then you. Tonight I prove it, I dizzy the Retribution Killer, I out wrestler, out hardcore, and outclass John Green. It's funny your name the Retribution Killer...in this matches who's the one needing retribution, Green I'm splitting your head open tonight, I'm spilling your high class blood all over that ring. I"m going to stamp your face on the mat while it's covered in your own blood, people will think I'm trying to mail the ring to the next city. The ACE is ready...once again I have nothing to loose...you Green against me have already lost...and tonight stand to loose a little more then me. I know your great, hell your wouldn't' have won two championships if your weren't, but I'm just better in every way. I wrestle better, I'd make a better champion, I make a better spokesman for the company, I pull better looking women than you, I lay longer pipe than you, and simply have more money than you. Face it Johny boy your good, but I'm great. You may be a legend some day, while I stand to be an ICON. Anything you offer I can beat, there is nothing better then an ACE...and your card value doesn't hold up. In our match match I am full prepared to ruin the life you created for yourself. The one where you are the man, the one where the world really loves you, the one where you become the greatest. Soon John Green I will bring your whole world in around you, call me Morpheus, cause tonight I give you the journey down the rabbit hole, and show you reality. John Green isn't the man, his skill aren't up to par. Tonight I crush your pride, and make your bow down to your superior, you having been living in a make believe realm, but out here in the real world Austin Daniels is waiting to give you the lesson of a life time. I'm here, and am not going anywhere....Retribution Killer I hope your prepared to be killed ...cause I'll die trying, thats my sacrifice. Only one man can win, One man John....and that one is the ACE!"
Austin Daniels then takes his hand, pinching the flame out so the room is filled with nothing but darkness.
"The flame on your title run dies tonight, I'm going to rob that flame of the much needed oxygen. John Green the lights are out on your time. Nothing but dark days ahead for you my friend. While you run off trying to find your self, of reinvent yourself after this loss, remember one thing...the APW is here..."
The lights in the room quickly come on, showing the ACE standing tall.
"I'm the bright light of the future, I'm the guiding beacon in the darkness. This place doesn't need you like you seem to think it does. No John Green the sad but true fact is while you ran off to hide in shame, someone else jumped in your vacant spot, this place thrived without it's Retribution Killer, and it will continue to do so. Embrace the fact John that your glory, your time as a champion, and spot in the wrestling history books, are just like a small ripple in a giant ocean, hardly noticeable. No matter how good, tough, or precise you preform tonight, I'm steps ahead of you, I'm your wake up call Green. You have been replaced, passed up, and are no longer needed in this industry. You fall short, and have nothing to offer...hell don't feel bad though...I'm sure there's a spot for you on the staff...I hear thats where all the washed up has beens go."
The ACE just smiles at the camera as it fades to black
