Post by Ace Kearney on May 21, 2011 3:17:04 GMT -4
Adam Anderson: “That’s a habit that you’re going to have to drop.”
Ace Kearney shrugged and took another drag of his cigarette. He and Adam Anderson stood backstage of the arena, before the curtain. Upon signing a contract with APW, Ace Kearney had recruited the help of friend and accountant to be his manager and financial advisor. Adam stood with a briefcase in hand, and dressed in a suit and tie, always ready for business. Ace flicked the cigarette down to the ground, and stomped out the ashes.
Adam Anderson: “We’ve checked out the arena and moved the bags in. I tried to get you a personal dressing room, but they weren’t able to accommodate due to the pay-per-view being just a day away-“
Ace Kearney let out a chuckle and shook his head.
Ace Kearney: “I didn’t ask for an excuse. I told you I wanted my personal room. If the top talent is able to get a personal room, than I deserve a personal room. I don’t care what strings you have to pull, or who you have to pay. I know you’ll get it done.”
With that, the conversation was over. Adam Anderson nodded his head. Ace placed a hand on Adam’s shoulder as if to reaffirm his assurance that Adam will get the job done. Ace turned back towards the curtain and placed his hand on it.
Ace Kearney: “You know Adam, when I signed with APW, I understood that a lot in my life was about to change. However, there are a few things that seemed to have stayed the same. For instance, the feeling of this curtain is the same. Whether I’m wrestling in the independents, for wrestling schools, or standing here at the site of APW’s Mayhem, the curtain has always felt the same.”
”Hey man, how did you hear? Your final days are near.”
Ace’s theme song, “Broken Mirrors” by Rise Against hit the PA system. Ace grinned and flipped the curtain open.
Ace Kearney: “And the feeling I get when I hear my theme music hasn’t changed either.”
Despite the empty arena, Ace Kearney stepped out onto the stage with Adam Anderson following closely behind. The lights of the arena turned off, and a single spotlight shone on Ace Kearney. Anderson stayed well behind and out of the spotlight as a grinning Ace Kearney made his way down the ramp and into the ring. Ace went to the turnbuckle and posed on the turnbuckles, before hopping down. Ace stood in the middle of the ring, as the spotlight cut off, and the lights of the arena turned on. Anderson stepped onto the stairs and into the ring. Anderson presented Ace Kearney with a microphone, and Ace looked around the arena at the empty seats. Ace, still grinning, rubbed his jaw and took in the view of the arena. Ace then turned his attention to the camera.
Ace Kearney: “I may not be a part of this pay-per-view, and I may be the new guy around here, but there is a warning that every mega-star within ear shot should know. So, camera guy, get this video out to all of the superstars you can, so they can’t say they weren’t warned. There are literally thousands of wrestlers out there, and I’m aware that they all blow the same smoke saying ‘I’ve dreamed of being a wrestler my entire life, and now that I’m here I’m going to beat everyone and become the Undisputed Champion, blah blah blah, blah blah.’ The difference between a man like me, and every other superstar or wrestler that walks into the ring, is that… not only do I have the looks, and the talent, but I’m not hiding behind an alias. What you see is what you get. My real name is Ace Kearney. Born and raised in Chicago, Illinois. I don’t have a defining moment in my history that brought me here, other than the fact that I trained and made it. I’m so damn uncreative that my finishing moves are tapping you out with a move I call The Tap Out, or knocking you out with a move I call The Knock Out. I’m not going to be remembered for being innovative, for coming up with new moves and finding creative ways to win. I’m not going to be remembered by being “buried alive” and rising from the dead, and I’m not going to be remembered for my high-flying, risk-taking moves. However, I WILL be remembered. I’m going to be remembered for getting the job done time after time. I’m a winner. It may not always be the prettiest, it may not always be the fairest, but I’m a natural-born winner. The story would have been the same if any other federation had been graced with my presence. Whether you want to go golfing, play a pickup game of basketball, or wrestle, I’m going to beat you. I’m a champion. Hell, I’m likely the best that will enter this ring in the next two days. I’m the REAL deal. While every new guy gives all of the current superstars the same story, I WILL live up to the hype. The Gimmickless Solider has showed up in APW. You may be good, but you’re just not good enough.”
The lights of the arena turned completely off.
Ace Kearney: “This won’t be the only time I’ll leave you in the dark.”
Ace Kearney shrugged and took another drag of his cigarette. He and Adam Anderson stood backstage of the arena, before the curtain. Upon signing a contract with APW, Ace Kearney had recruited the help of friend and accountant to be his manager and financial advisor. Adam stood with a briefcase in hand, and dressed in a suit and tie, always ready for business. Ace flicked the cigarette down to the ground, and stomped out the ashes.
Adam Anderson: “We’ve checked out the arena and moved the bags in. I tried to get you a personal dressing room, but they weren’t able to accommodate due to the pay-per-view being just a day away-“
Ace Kearney let out a chuckle and shook his head.
Ace Kearney: “I didn’t ask for an excuse. I told you I wanted my personal room. If the top talent is able to get a personal room, than I deserve a personal room. I don’t care what strings you have to pull, or who you have to pay. I know you’ll get it done.”
With that, the conversation was over. Adam Anderson nodded his head. Ace placed a hand on Adam’s shoulder as if to reaffirm his assurance that Adam will get the job done. Ace turned back towards the curtain and placed his hand on it.
Ace Kearney: “You know Adam, when I signed with APW, I understood that a lot in my life was about to change. However, there are a few things that seemed to have stayed the same. For instance, the feeling of this curtain is the same. Whether I’m wrestling in the independents, for wrestling schools, or standing here at the site of APW’s Mayhem, the curtain has always felt the same.”
”Hey man, how did you hear? Your final days are near.”
Ace’s theme song, “Broken Mirrors” by Rise Against hit the PA system. Ace grinned and flipped the curtain open.
Ace Kearney: “And the feeling I get when I hear my theme music hasn’t changed either.”
Despite the empty arena, Ace Kearney stepped out onto the stage with Adam Anderson following closely behind. The lights of the arena turned off, and a single spotlight shone on Ace Kearney. Anderson stayed well behind and out of the spotlight as a grinning Ace Kearney made his way down the ramp and into the ring. Ace went to the turnbuckle and posed on the turnbuckles, before hopping down. Ace stood in the middle of the ring, as the spotlight cut off, and the lights of the arena turned on. Anderson stepped onto the stairs and into the ring. Anderson presented Ace Kearney with a microphone, and Ace looked around the arena at the empty seats. Ace, still grinning, rubbed his jaw and took in the view of the arena. Ace then turned his attention to the camera.
Ace Kearney: “I may not be a part of this pay-per-view, and I may be the new guy around here, but there is a warning that every mega-star within ear shot should know. So, camera guy, get this video out to all of the superstars you can, so they can’t say they weren’t warned. There are literally thousands of wrestlers out there, and I’m aware that they all blow the same smoke saying ‘I’ve dreamed of being a wrestler my entire life, and now that I’m here I’m going to beat everyone and become the Undisputed Champion, blah blah blah, blah blah.’ The difference between a man like me, and every other superstar or wrestler that walks into the ring, is that… not only do I have the looks, and the talent, but I’m not hiding behind an alias. What you see is what you get. My real name is Ace Kearney. Born and raised in Chicago, Illinois. I don’t have a defining moment in my history that brought me here, other than the fact that I trained and made it. I’m so damn uncreative that my finishing moves are tapping you out with a move I call The Tap Out, or knocking you out with a move I call The Knock Out. I’m not going to be remembered for being innovative, for coming up with new moves and finding creative ways to win. I’m not going to be remembered by being “buried alive” and rising from the dead, and I’m not going to be remembered for my high-flying, risk-taking moves. However, I WILL be remembered. I’m going to be remembered for getting the job done time after time. I’m a winner. It may not always be the prettiest, it may not always be the fairest, but I’m a natural-born winner. The story would have been the same if any other federation had been graced with my presence. Whether you want to go golfing, play a pickup game of basketball, or wrestle, I’m going to beat you. I’m a champion. Hell, I’m likely the best that will enter this ring in the next two days. I’m the REAL deal. While every new guy gives all of the current superstars the same story, I WILL live up to the hype. The Gimmickless Solider has showed up in APW. You may be good, but you’re just not good enough.”
The lights of the arena turned completely off.
Ace Kearney: “This won’t be the only time I’ll leave you in the dark.”
