Post by Ace Anderson on Dec 9, 2005 21:04:29 GMT -5
It's all happening rather fast now. I'm still winning match after match, I defeated Grimm. No matter what he says, I did what I had to do to win. Nobody is going to care that I hit Grimm with a chair in a month. They'll just remember that I picked up the victory. It's not like I was the first person to ever use a chair illegally to win a match. This IS professional wrestling after all. Now what I have to do is put Grimm behind me, and focus on the one reason that I'm even in PCW. The World Heavyweight Championship. This North American Title means nothing to me, or at least it won't once I have the big prize on my shoulder. Hell, if I win both belts, which I probably will, I'll give North American strap to whoever I pin to win the World Title. After Deadly Intentions, my real trials will start. For I will be the man that EVERYONE is after.
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- The scene opens as the camera pans around the living room of Ace Anderson's house. The fireplace is burning and the tv is tuned in to E!. The view on the television shows Ace Anderson hitting Grimm in the back with a chair, and then locking in the Superior Stretch. The camera now shifts to the rocking chair, where an unknown person is sitting in their chair, using a cloth to polish a tarnished trophy. -
Ace: Would you hurry it up? Mr. Anderson doesn't even know why he is paying you to polish the Icemann Invitational trophy, he could do a better job himself. You call yourself a professional, that is simply disgusting. Set that trophy down, and get the hell out of Ace Anderson's sight. Be careful when you set it down, too. Unless of course you want your ass stomped.
- The man now gets up out of the chair, sets the trophy down lightly, and runs out of the room. A few seconds later you hear a door open, and then close. Ace Anderson picks up the trophy from where the man set it down, picks up the cloth, and begins to polish. -
Ace: You're probably wondering why Ace Anderson cares about this trophy so much. Well, it symbolizes something that might be difficult for you to understand. Ace Anderson overcame many superstars to become the first and only Icemann Invitational winner. The tournament is only held once a year, so that makes it even harder to win. One mistake, and you have to wait a year before you can call yourself best singles wrestler in that tournament. There is only one problem with that. Slither is going to be talking about how he was never even in the tournament, because he was World Champion at the time. You're lucky you weren't, because Ace Anderson would have broken your confidence a long time ago.
- Ace stops talking, and looks down at the trophy. He continues to polish it, lightly, being very careful with it. -
Ace: Non Compos Mentis, there isn't much that Ace Anderson hasn't said about you. Hell, there probably isn't a damn thing left for him to say. So all he is going to tell you is that, after Deadly Intentions, this thing between you and Mr. Anderson is going to be finished. It shouldn't have even started, you didn't do anything to deserve your push to the top. You won a couple matches, so what? Ace Anderson hardly ever loses, and it took him this long to get his title shot. He isn't complaining, but if you say one more thing about you being in the title race, Ace Anderson is going to make sure that you don't breathe coming out of Deadly Intentions. You aren't in the race, pal. You're just along for the ride. You're not driving a car, you're pit crew. PCW is just trying to make the most money possible, so they stick your second rate ass in a match with another second rate chump, and the best damn thing to ever happen to Pure Class Wrestling, Greatness in the Flesh himself.
- Ace stands from his seat, and carries the trophy out to his kitchen. The camera follows. He sets the trophy down on the counter, and opens the fridge. He takes out a bottle of water, and drinks from it. -
Ace: Here is what is going to happen, now, every Superstar in Pure Class Wrestling might wanna listen up to this. After Deadly Intentions, when Ace Anderson walks out as reigning World Champion, he is going to allow an open challenge, to anyone. As long as management will allow it. Mr. Anderson isn't sure if they're going to allow one of their up and coming superstars to be broken by Greatness when they aren't ready to step up to the proverbial plate. Anyone in that locker room who seriously thinks that they can stand in the ring with Ace Anderson and have room to breathe around his giant ego, can go right ahead. Greatness is out to prove everyone wrong, everyone who thinks he doesn't have what it takes. He'll face his opponent in a last second match, he doesn't even have to know who it is. He can beat anybody who walks down to that ring, he can devise a game plan during their entrance, during the first minutes of the match. He can pinpoint their weaknesses even before they get warmed up. There is a point that Greatness must prove, and he intends on doing it.
- Ace finishes off the bottle of water now, in one big gulp, and he throws it into the garbage. -
Ace: Deadly Intentions was made, to be the fall of Slither, the roadblock for the wreck that is Non Compos Mentis, and the final stepping stone for Ace Anderson to become, although he bypassed this and made his own position at the top, for Ace Anderson to become the top dog. Sorry Maddog, but maybe you'll get lucky and you'll get to face Ace Anderson in the open challenge. For your sake, you should hope not. For everyone's sake, they should hope not. Ace Anderson is going to give you all a taste of what he is going to do to anyone who challenges him, by defeating Slither and Non Compos Mentis without hardly breaking a sweat. He might sweat a tiny bit, but who doesn't sweat whenever they're beating the bloody hell out of another man? Let alone two. When you're giving two guys everything you have, knocking 'em down, waitin' for 'em to get up, then knockin' 'em down again, you get quite the workout. Slither, Non Compos Mentis, stay home. Let Ace Anderson win both titles. Think of your careers. You don't want to end them now do you? Maybe you should go for a different belt, or ask the boss to make you your own belt, for people who are afraid to face Greatness. It's totally possible, and entirely believable.
- Ace now walks back into his living room, and sits down on his couch. He takes his North American Title from the arm of the couch, and he holds it in his hands, while looking down at it. He continues to look down at it, as he speaks once more. -
Ace: Do you want this, Non Compos Mentis? How about you Slither? Do you want to walk out of Deadly Intentions with a Championship still around your waist? You won't be World Champ, that's a guaran-darn-tee, but you still have a fraction of a chance to become North American Champ, and that's only because if one of you pin the other, Ace Anderson isn't going to break it up. Not if it's the first pinfall. This belt means nothing, he didn't choose to win it, he didn't even ask to be booked in a match for the North American Title. All he needed was to defeat LoKi, and get his shot at your title Slither. Defeat LoKi Greatness did, and this was somewhat of a reward. Then, the following Trauma, Ace Anderson had to face Mark Lightning. Boy did Ace Anderson kick his ass. It wasn't even funny. Ace Anderson became a rich man from that match, yet, he isn't compelled to bet on this one. The odds are simply not good enough. He might make 10 cents to the dollar for the bet. Not worth the time, although, 10 cents to the dollar for half a million dollars might be worth it, but Ace Anderson doesn't need the money. Luxuries only take you so far, and Greatness has more than enough luxuries.
- Ace looks around at his house, nods his head a little bit in appreciation, and then looks back to the camera. -
Ace: This is good enough for Ace Anderson. So now, he will leave you two with this, Slither and Non Compos Mentis. You don't have to show up for the match at Deadly Intentions. If you don't, Ace Anderson won't point fingers, he won't blame you, he won't lose any respect for you. In fact, he might gain some, just because you were smart enough to stay away from the match you know you can't win. It would be like playing the Brazilian soccer team in a match by yourself, playing every position. Not possible to win. The same can be said about walking into a match with Ace Anderson for a major title. The intensity of Greatness changes completely for a match of this caliber. Well, Ace Anderson is almost getting tired of telling the world what they already know, how Great he is, but not quite. He COULD talk about himself for longer, but he's simply going to wait, and do the rest of his talking in the ring. Slither, Non Compos Mentis, those have been the words of Greatness in the Flesh...by now, you've learned to fear them just as much as The Exemplifier itself.
- Ace Anderson throws the North American Title back onto the arm of the couch, grabs the remote for the television, and begins to watch something on E! as the scene fades to black. -
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- The scene opens as the camera pans around the living room of Ace Anderson's house. The fireplace is burning and the tv is tuned in to E!. The view on the television shows Ace Anderson hitting Grimm in the back with a chair, and then locking in the Superior Stretch. The camera now shifts to the rocking chair, where an unknown person is sitting in their chair, using a cloth to polish a tarnished trophy. -
Ace: Would you hurry it up? Mr. Anderson doesn't even know why he is paying you to polish the Icemann Invitational trophy, he could do a better job himself. You call yourself a professional, that is simply disgusting. Set that trophy down, and get the hell out of Ace Anderson's sight. Be careful when you set it down, too. Unless of course you want your ass stomped.
- The man now gets up out of the chair, sets the trophy down lightly, and runs out of the room. A few seconds later you hear a door open, and then close. Ace Anderson picks up the trophy from where the man set it down, picks up the cloth, and begins to polish. -
Ace: You're probably wondering why Ace Anderson cares about this trophy so much. Well, it symbolizes something that might be difficult for you to understand. Ace Anderson overcame many superstars to become the first and only Icemann Invitational winner. The tournament is only held once a year, so that makes it even harder to win. One mistake, and you have to wait a year before you can call yourself best singles wrestler in that tournament. There is only one problem with that. Slither is going to be talking about how he was never even in the tournament, because he was World Champion at the time. You're lucky you weren't, because Ace Anderson would have broken your confidence a long time ago.
- Ace stops talking, and looks down at the trophy. He continues to polish it, lightly, being very careful with it. -
Ace: Non Compos Mentis, there isn't much that Ace Anderson hasn't said about you. Hell, there probably isn't a damn thing left for him to say. So all he is going to tell you is that, after Deadly Intentions, this thing between you and Mr. Anderson is going to be finished. It shouldn't have even started, you didn't do anything to deserve your push to the top. You won a couple matches, so what? Ace Anderson hardly ever loses, and it took him this long to get his title shot. He isn't complaining, but if you say one more thing about you being in the title race, Ace Anderson is going to make sure that you don't breathe coming out of Deadly Intentions. You aren't in the race, pal. You're just along for the ride. You're not driving a car, you're pit crew. PCW is just trying to make the most money possible, so they stick your second rate ass in a match with another second rate chump, and the best damn thing to ever happen to Pure Class Wrestling, Greatness in the Flesh himself.
- Ace stands from his seat, and carries the trophy out to his kitchen. The camera follows. He sets the trophy down on the counter, and opens the fridge. He takes out a bottle of water, and drinks from it. -
Ace: Here is what is going to happen, now, every Superstar in Pure Class Wrestling might wanna listen up to this. After Deadly Intentions, when Ace Anderson walks out as reigning World Champion, he is going to allow an open challenge, to anyone. As long as management will allow it. Mr. Anderson isn't sure if they're going to allow one of their up and coming superstars to be broken by Greatness when they aren't ready to step up to the proverbial plate. Anyone in that locker room who seriously thinks that they can stand in the ring with Ace Anderson and have room to breathe around his giant ego, can go right ahead. Greatness is out to prove everyone wrong, everyone who thinks he doesn't have what it takes. He'll face his opponent in a last second match, he doesn't even have to know who it is. He can beat anybody who walks down to that ring, he can devise a game plan during their entrance, during the first minutes of the match. He can pinpoint their weaknesses even before they get warmed up. There is a point that Greatness must prove, and he intends on doing it.
- Ace finishes off the bottle of water now, in one big gulp, and he throws it into the garbage. -
Ace: Deadly Intentions was made, to be the fall of Slither, the roadblock for the wreck that is Non Compos Mentis, and the final stepping stone for Ace Anderson to become, although he bypassed this and made his own position at the top, for Ace Anderson to become the top dog. Sorry Maddog, but maybe you'll get lucky and you'll get to face Ace Anderson in the open challenge. For your sake, you should hope not. For everyone's sake, they should hope not. Ace Anderson is going to give you all a taste of what he is going to do to anyone who challenges him, by defeating Slither and Non Compos Mentis without hardly breaking a sweat. He might sweat a tiny bit, but who doesn't sweat whenever they're beating the bloody hell out of another man? Let alone two. When you're giving two guys everything you have, knocking 'em down, waitin' for 'em to get up, then knockin' 'em down again, you get quite the workout. Slither, Non Compos Mentis, stay home. Let Ace Anderson win both titles. Think of your careers. You don't want to end them now do you? Maybe you should go for a different belt, or ask the boss to make you your own belt, for people who are afraid to face Greatness. It's totally possible, and entirely believable.
- Ace now walks back into his living room, and sits down on his couch. He takes his North American Title from the arm of the couch, and he holds it in his hands, while looking down at it. He continues to look down at it, as he speaks once more. -
Ace: Do you want this, Non Compos Mentis? How about you Slither? Do you want to walk out of Deadly Intentions with a Championship still around your waist? You won't be World Champ, that's a guaran-darn-tee, but you still have a fraction of a chance to become North American Champ, and that's only because if one of you pin the other, Ace Anderson isn't going to break it up. Not if it's the first pinfall. This belt means nothing, he didn't choose to win it, he didn't even ask to be booked in a match for the North American Title. All he needed was to defeat LoKi, and get his shot at your title Slither. Defeat LoKi Greatness did, and this was somewhat of a reward. Then, the following Trauma, Ace Anderson had to face Mark Lightning. Boy did Ace Anderson kick his ass. It wasn't even funny. Ace Anderson became a rich man from that match, yet, he isn't compelled to bet on this one. The odds are simply not good enough. He might make 10 cents to the dollar for the bet. Not worth the time, although, 10 cents to the dollar for half a million dollars might be worth it, but Ace Anderson doesn't need the money. Luxuries only take you so far, and Greatness has more than enough luxuries.
- Ace looks around at his house, nods his head a little bit in appreciation, and then looks back to the camera. -
Ace: This is good enough for Ace Anderson. So now, he will leave you two with this, Slither and Non Compos Mentis. You don't have to show up for the match at Deadly Intentions. If you don't, Ace Anderson won't point fingers, he won't blame you, he won't lose any respect for you. In fact, he might gain some, just because you were smart enough to stay away from the match you know you can't win. It would be like playing the Brazilian soccer team in a match by yourself, playing every position. Not possible to win. The same can be said about walking into a match with Ace Anderson for a major title. The intensity of Greatness changes completely for a match of this caliber. Well, Ace Anderson is almost getting tired of telling the world what they already know, how Great he is, but not quite. He COULD talk about himself for longer, but he's simply going to wait, and do the rest of his talking in the ring. Slither, Non Compos Mentis, those have been the words of Greatness in the Flesh...by now, you've learned to fear them just as much as The Exemplifier itself.
- Ace Anderson throws the North American Title back onto the arm of the couch, grabs the remote for the television, and begins to watch something on E! as the scene fades to black. -
