Post by Ace Anderson on May 20, 2006 0:46:54 GMT -5
I’m still not one hundred percent sure why I requested that Katelyn join me on my early trip up to Greenville, so I would be there and ready for Collision Course, and my date with the Elven Warrior. Maybe it’s because when I looked into her eyes, I knew that she wanted to be nearest to me as possible in what I felt was my moment of truth. For a while, I’ve been thinking that it IS, in fact, my moment of truth. Facing Lantlas in the squared circle. However, every time I look at her, I realize that every minute with her is the real moment of truth. Every thought crossing my mind concerning her is a thought worth putting in a bottle, and saving for all of eternity. Every moment spent with her is one worth spending two more of, or at least stopping time for, so that it will never pass.
That is why I was happy to take her along. I know that she won’t be far away, and that she’ll be behind me the entire time. More support than I would ever need lies right within the heart of the woman than I love. The woman that loves me. I would give up my wrestling career for her, but she would never request that. She knows how much it makes me happy, however I know that I would be willing to do anything for her. Search a haystack for a pin, try to find the cure for Cancer. No matter how insignificant the task, is of no matter. While thinking about her, I’m empowered. While she is with me, I feel complete. With her in the back, cheering me on, I can not be stopped. I will not be stopped. Not by Lantlas, not even by God himself. This newfound strength is a gift, a gift brought by love. A gift much appreciated, that will be put to good use.
~ ~ ~
I pull my car up to the valet that works at the hotel that Katelyn and I will be staying at while in Greenville, and I get out, handing him the keys. I look up at it, it’s rather nice. Westin Poinsett Hotel is what it’s called. Seems like a nice place. Although any place is like Heaven while with Katelyn. She doesn’t even want to check in right away, although I insist that we should.
“Why can’t we go to Pure Class Arena now?” she gazes up at me with those pretty eyes, and I almost want to pick her up, and carry her into the hotel room. As though we were just married. Too early for marriage, though.
“Well, we’re going to go soon sweetheart. We just have to take our stuff up to our room, and then we can get out of here. I promise.” I reassure her as I am handed the stuff from the trunk. There isn’t much, but we don’t plan on staying for a long time. Just the basics were taken, a bit of her clothes, a bit of my clothes, and my wrestling stuff.
“Well, I’ll wait out here, and you can take the stuff up.” she suggests this to me, and I feel like it’s an alright idea.
“Okay, that’s great. I’ll be back out here in a couple of minutes, and then we can go. You look pretty excited and I don’t wanna keep such a beautiful girl waiting. That’d be bad manners.” I grab the bags and I carry them inside, after telling the valet not to bother taking the car around. He mumbles something, hands the keys to Katelyn, and then walks away. After I’m inside, I don’t feel much like chatting, so I simply take the key from the guy at the desk and head up to the room. As I get inside, it looks alright. It’s actually very nice. It also looks very clean. I chuck the things in the door, pocket the key, and take off down the stairs.
Once outside, I see that Katelyn is already waiting in the car. She is listening to my Shinedown CD and looks very beautiful, singing along to “I Dare You,” as I find out as I climb into the driver’s seat.
“Ready to head out?” I ask her as I plant a kiss on her cheek. She smiles back at me.
“Sure, let’s go.” she says through her smile. I drive away from the hotel, and out onto Main Street. While driving to Pure Class Arena, I begin to wonder what she’ll think of the place. She’ll probably be taken aback by it, the big arena that can seat twenty thousand, and the thought that at one point they’re all probably booing Ace Anderson in hopes of certain doom to befall him. A feeling I’ve grown to enjoy, although I feel I’m due for a change. It seems like every time I walk in there, I have something to say. Every time my spirit passes through those doors I get this great inspiration to cut a promo that will shake the foundations of every man and woman alive. Something great, most certainly.
When we get there, she immediately takes recognition of the size. “It’s such a big place. I didn’t expect it to look this big on the outside.” she says as I take her hand and lead the way. We’re nearing the doors now, and I can only imagine what will hit me once I step through them.
While walking through the doors, most often I can hear the fans jeering and booing, feel the hatred seething from them, and from my own self. From Ace Anderson. But I guess that was before. As I step through the doors this time, it’s as though a fanfare goes off in my head. A grand welcome for a grand champion. One that is true, one that has fought from the bottom. Much like another man has fought from the bottom, slowly making his way to the top. Lantlas. He started off much like myself, winning the Tag Team Titles, but knowing he was better. Knowing there was more destined for him in Pure Class Wrestling, because, as much as myself, or at least who I am, not who Ace is, he demonstrates class. He may go about it differently, but I know this guy is a classy character underneath the rough exterior. Just as I’m a classy guy underneath the rough exterior of Ace Anderson.
Now that I’m at the top, and my mind is free, walking in here I know what I am. I am the PCW World Champion, proof that I have faced the giants and slain them. The fanfare going off in my head is wonderful, and I never wanna hear anything but while walking through these doors. Not ever again. Whether I’m the World Champion or not, I know I deserve it.
Katelyn interrupts me with a quick tug of my shirt. “Let’s see what your locker room looks like!” she exclaims excitedly, obviously not wanting to wait for much of anything. I don’t object.
“Sure, come with me, mon cher.” I extend my arm in a loop, and she hooks it with her own. I escort her to the back, and to my locker room. I open the door, and I walk inside. Such a haven. A place to be in recluse, a place that was all my own. But not now. Now, it is also for Katelyn. To be shared, just as she and I share a love for each other. “I feel like speaking.” I tell her as I look at the wall in my locker room.
“Well, you just did.” she looks at me confusedly.
“No, I mean I want to say something. Something that the whole world will hear.” I open my locker, where I usually keep a track jacket or two, for situations like this. I always decide to cut promos in here, so why not make sure that I’m prepared. Got to stay in character...
I begin to put on a track jacket, and red and black one. I’m already, conveniently, wearing a nice black t-shirt. Some habits never break.
“What are you doing?” Katelyn enquires. I’m not so sure she gets it. Or maybe I’m the one who doesn’t get it.
“I’m going to cut a promo. I’m getting ready.” I try to explain.
“Well why are you putting on that jacket?” she asks me, and at first I’m a bit confused.
“Well, Ace Anderson always wears a track jacket. It’s like his trademark.”
“Well, now that Ace Anderson is gone, don’t you think you should make your own trademark?”
“Well, not really. Never thought much about it. I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
“Well, I’m not saying you HAVE to, but it would be a way of showing that you’ve changed, won’t it?” she asks me as she takes me in a hug.
“Well, I like it. It never really occurred to me, but this actually is Jason McDonald’s touch. Listen hun, wanna do me a favour?” I ask her.
“What’s that darling?”
“Go out there, and find a camera man. Preferably the Mexican guy. He’s really good. Or at least, the Mexican looking fellow. Tell him to come in here.” She gives me a look, but she heads out the door. Good old Julio. Well, actually, his name is Frank. Funny how I can remember that. At the time, I was thinking like the President of the Island of Asshole, Ace Anderson, but I really found some respect for this guy Frank. He’s a great camera man, seems to take pride in his work. Just like I’m a great wrestler and I take pride in my work. We’re the same in a lot of ways, professionally speaking. Katelyn returns with a man, and I immediately recognize him as Frank.
“Hello Frank, how are you today?” I ask him, curious.
“Well, I’m fine, Mr. Anderson. How are you?” he responds. I immediately dislike that. Well, what he called me.
“Please, call me Jason.” I tell him, as I shake his hand.
“Well sure, if you want me to.” he responds confusedly.
“I’d like to say I’ve changed.”
“Interesting, what did you want me for?”
“I want to cut a promo, right here. I don’t want anybody but the best to film it, either. Just stand over there. Katelyn, you can stand behind him.” I tell them both where I want them. My back is to the wall now. I rub my fingers across my temples and I contemplate what to say. Then it comes to me. I know EXACTLY how I want to word this. This is going to be good. I can feel it.
Frank looks at me with a strange look. “I don’t even have my camera.” he says bluntly. How foolish could I be?
“Right, go get it. I guess I sort of need another couple seconds to get ready.” Frank leaves the room, as Katelyn looks across at me.
“You look so cute when you are thinking hard.” she just gave me a compliment. I wish I was better at taking them, but I don’t get them often.
“Thanks honey, what do you think of the place so far?”
“Well, I think it’s wonderful. Frank seems like a nice guy.” I was thinking the same thing.
“You’re right, he is.” Just as I finish that sentence, Frank comes in the door. He has his camera on his shoulder. He goes back to the exact spot I told him to go. What a great guy. He adjusts something, gets me in focus, and before he starts, I mouth the words ‘I love you’ to Katelyn. She mouths them back, and Frank signals that he’s ready. I nod my head. He begins that oh so familiar countdown. Three, two, one, showtime. Only this time, it’s going to be different than every other time.
I clear my throat as he finishes saying one. His finger points to me. “Well, Collision Course isn’t too far away now, is it Lantlas? It seems not that long ago that we met, and yet now we meet again. Time to settle old scores. We truly are tied. As much as I claimed to have ended our first match out of boredom, well, that may not be the case. It may be the case. It’s really insignificant. I notice that it’s kind of fitting that it happened the way it did. The stage is now set for the pay-per-view spectacle of the year. Ace Anderson vs. Lantlas. The clash of the PCW hot shots. The rubber match, for all of the marbles.” I bring my hand up to hold my chin. I stroke it a little bit. For effect.
“I have been undergoing what you may call some personal...changes, lately. I’ve analyzed myself, and I’ve seen some things. First of all, I noticed that I’m one hell of a wrestler. Second of all, I noticed that I seem to address myself by a certain title quite often. That title, is Greatness in the Flesh. I find it strange that I was so foolish to have to create such a name for myself to describe how good I am. I’m an incredible athlete. I am great, but that doesn’t mean I need to call myself Greatness in the Flesh. Who really cares how great I think I am? I finally see the big picture. Showing everyone how great I am while I’m in that ring is what is important. Proving to you and the rest of the world that I’m not just some flavor of the month, or year, or what have you, with a bad attitude and a mean streak.” I pause once again, hoping that this goes over well.
“You see, there is a title that I do carry. A title that is worth a hell of a lot more than some self-made claim to whatever it is. I carry the title of ‘World Champion.’ Around my waist as well as in the minds of all. It is a title, that in the wrestling business, signifies that you are the best. Yet I’m sure you know that. Otherwise you wouldn’t be pursuing it. You want to be noticed as the best, Lantlas, and to do that, you have to beat me. You see, I am the World Champion as of right now. So that means that I am the best there is. After Collision Course, I plan to still have this title. I plan to still be known as the best there is. I plan on getting it the hard way. By beating the man who, is worthy of facing the best. I hope you take this in a positive way. I’m not trying to play any games. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I respect you, Lantlas, and I have a newfound respect for myself.” I look beyond the camera, and at Katelyn. For some reason, she is crying. They aren’t tears of sadness, I can tell. They are tears of joy. She knows as well as I do that I finally understand, that I’m finally being true to myself. I continue to look at her as I say these next words. People watching may think that I’m lost in a trance, staring at some sort of goal I have in my head. They would never guess that I’m staring at the greatest thing I’ve ever achieved. True love.
“I guess what I’m trying to say here, is, I’m tired of being ‘Greatness in the Flesh’ Ace Anderson. Whether the fans love me or hate me, all I want to be is Ace Anderson, ‘World Champion.’ There is no need to come out here and trash talk my opponents or play helpless mind games. I’m a wrestler, and that’s what I plan on going out there and doing at Collision Course. I’m going to do what it takes to remain Ace Anderson, ‘World Champion.’ There can only be one winner Lantlas, and whether it is me or it is you, we can both say we gave it our all, and that we both know we will meet again in that ring some day. Good luck, Lantlas. May the best man, or the best elf, win.” I give a little smile, as I see the recording light of Frank’s camera go out.
I immediately drop to the floor, holding my head. That took more courage than anything I’ve ever done. I spent all of that time, months, creating the arrogant asshole Ace Anderson, bringing that gimmick to it’s peak, and I just dropped it with a few choice words. What will the world think of me now? But as the warm arms of Katelyn come around my shoulders, and she is on the floor beside me, I see it doesn’t matter. As her hot tears sting my face, I feel mine mix with her own. I know I did the right thing. I did what I had to do, and I know that the one person in the world, and I could even go as far as to say that Mother along with Katelyn, are proud of me. That is all I need.
I don’t need a fancy attitude, or a fancy anything really. All I need are my skills, my mind, and my love. My love for wrestling, my love for Katelyn, and my love for my parents.
After the heartfelt moment shared in my locker room that almost brought even Frank to tears, maybe just because he saw me and Katelyn crying together, Katelyn and I head out of Pure Class Arena. We get into my car, and I start the drive back to the hotel. As we arrive back at West Poinsett, the same valet comes out.
“Don’t plan on making any more trips, do we?” he asks rudely. I don’t even bother to respond, I just hand him my keys and Katelyn and I walk away from him. We head inside the hotel, and up to our room. As soon as we cross the threshold and close the door, the clothes begin to come off. It is now that I realize how much that I want her. We close the blinds and make a beeline for the bed.
I knew what was about to happen. Katelyn and I were about to share something special, we were about to make love. Although I think that is a faulty term. What we had been doing up to that point, was making love, or at least creating it. We all create love every day, and not necessarily with a member of the opposite sex. Love can be defined many ways, but I’m no scholar, all I know is this. Whether it is through communication, or even from simple eye contact. Eye contact that says a billion words that go unsaid, only because they do not have to be said. They are felt. Felt through love. Love is what creates humanity, and it is what separates us from everything else.
~ ~ ~
After experiencing with Katelyn what I have never experienced with a woman before, souls intertwining and thoughts aligning, I felt more relaxed than I had ever felt. After I banished Ace Anderson from the confines of my own mind. After I spoke out to the world, possibly changing their entire perspective of me. However, there was one feeling that stood above the rest. One feeling that I’m not so sure I had fully comprehended before, at least not in such great magnitude. I felt freedom. More free than I had ever imagined I could feel. This newfound freedom is a gift, a gift brought on by love. A gift much appreciated, that will be put to good use.
That is why I was happy to take her along. I know that she won’t be far away, and that she’ll be behind me the entire time. More support than I would ever need lies right within the heart of the woman than I love. The woman that loves me. I would give up my wrestling career for her, but she would never request that. She knows how much it makes me happy, however I know that I would be willing to do anything for her. Search a haystack for a pin, try to find the cure for Cancer. No matter how insignificant the task, is of no matter. While thinking about her, I’m empowered. While she is with me, I feel complete. With her in the back, cheering me on, I can not be stopped. I will not be stopped. Not by Lantlas, not even by God himself. This newfound strength is a gift, a gift brought by love. A gift much appreciated, that will be put to good use.
~ ~ ~
I pull my car up to the valet that works at the hotel that Katelyn and I will be staying at while in Greenville, and I get out, handing him the keys. I look up at it, it’s rather nice. Westin Poinsett Hotel is what it’s called. Seems like a nice place. Although any place is like Heaven while with Katelyn. She doesn’t even want to check in right away, although I insist that we should.
“Why can’t we go to Pure Class Arena now?” she gazes up at me with those pretty eyes, and I almost want to pick her up, and carry her into the hotel room. As though we were just married. Too early for marriage, though.
“Well, we’re going to go soon sweetheart. We just have to take our stuff up to our room, and then we can get out of here. I promise.” I reassure her as I am handed the stuff from the trunk. There isn’t much, but we don’t plan on staying for a long time. Just the basics were taken, a bit of her clothes, a bit of my clothes, and my wrestling stuff.
“Well, I’ll wait out here, and you can take the stuff up.” she suggests this to me, and I feel like it’s an alright idea.
“Okay, that’s great. I’ll be back out here in a couple of minutes, and then we can go. You look pretty excited and I don’t wanna keep such a beautiful girl waiting. That’d be bad manners.” I grab the bags and I carry them inside, after telling the valet not to bother taking the car around. He mumbles something, hands the keys to Katelyn, and then walks away. After I’m inside, I don’t feel much like chatting, so I simply take the key from the guy at the desk and head up to the room. As I get inside, it looks alright. It’s actually very nice. It also looks very clean. I chuck the things in the door, pocket the key, and take off down the stairs.
Once outside, I see that Katelyn is already waiting in the car. She is listening to my Shinedown CD and looks very beautiful, singing along to “I Dare You,” as I find out as I climb into the driver’s seat.
“Ready to head out?” I ask her as I plant a kiss on her cheek. She smiles back at me.
“Sure, let’s go.” she says through her smile. I drive away from the hotel, and out onto Main Street. While driving to Pure Class Arena, I begin to wonder what she’ll think of the place. She’ll probably be taken aback by it, the big arena that can seat twenty thousand, and the thought that at one point they’re all probably booing Ace Anderson in hopes of certain doom to befall him. A feeling I’ve grown to enjoy, although I feel I’m due for a change. It seems like every time I walk in there, I have something to say. Every time my spirit passes through those doors I get this great inspiration to cut a promo that will shake the foundations of every man and woman alive. Something great, most certainly.
When we get there, she immediately takes recognition of the size. “It’s such a big place. I didn’t expect it to look this big on the outside.” she says as I take her hand and lead the way. We’re nearing the doors now, and I can only imagine what will hit me once I step through them.
While walking through the doors, most often I can hear the fans jeering and booing, feel the hatred seething from them, and from my own self. From Ace Anderson. But I guess that was before. As I step through the doors this time, it’s as though a fanfare goes off in my head. A grand welcome for a grand champion. One that is true, one that has fought from the bottom. Much like another man has fought from the bottom, slowly making his way to the top. Lantlas. He started off much like myself, winning the Tag Team Titles, but knowing he was better. Knowing there was more destined for him in Pure Class Wrestling, because, as much as myself, or at least who I am, not who Ace is, he demonstrates class. He may go about it differently, but I know this guy is a classy character underneath the rough exterior. Just as I’m a classy guy underneath the rough exterior of Ace Anderson.
Now that I’m at the top, and my mind is free, walking in here I know what I am. I am the PCW World Champion, proof that I have faced the giants and slain them. The fanfare going off in my head is wonderful, and I never wanna hear anything but while walking through these doors. Not ever again. Whether I’m the World Champion or not, I know I deserve it.
Katelyn interrupts me with a quick tug of my shirt. “Let’s see what your locker room looks like!” she exclaims excitedly, obviously not wanting to wait for much of anything. I don’t object.
“Sure, come with me, mon cher.” I extend my arm in a loop, and she hooks it with her own. I escort her to the back, and to my locker room. I open the door, and I walk inside. Such a haven. A place to be in recluse, a place that was all my own. But not now. Now, it is also for Katelyn. To be shared, just as she and I share a love for each other. “I feel like speaking.” I tell her as I look at the wall in my locker room.
“Well, you just did.” she looks at me confusedly.
“No, I mean I want to say something. Something that the whole world will hear.” I open my locker, where I usually keep a track jacket or two, for situations like this. I always decide to cut promos in here, so why not make sure that I’m prepared. Got to stay in character...
I begin to put on a track jacket, and red and black one. I’m already, conveniently, wearing a nice black t-shirt. Some habits never break.
“What are you doing?” Katelyn enquires. I’m not so sure she gets it. Or maybe I’m the one who doesn’t get it.
“I’m going to cut a promo. I’m getting ready.” I try to explain.
“Well why are you putting on that jacket?” she asks me, and at first I’m a bit confused.
“Well, Ace Anderson always wears a track jacket. It’s like his trademark.”
“Well, now that Ace Anderson is gone, don’t you think you should make your own trademark?”
“Well, not really. Never thought much about it. I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
“Well, I’m not saying you HAVE to, but it would be a way of showing that you’ve changed, won’t it?” she asks me as she takes me in a hug.
“Well, I like it. It never really occurred to me, but this actually is Jason McDonald’s touch. Listen hun, wanna do me a favour?” I ask her.
“What’s that darling?”
“Go out there, and find a camera man. Preferably the Mexican guy. He’s really good. Or at least, the Mexican looking fellow. Tell him to come in here.” She gives me a look, but she heads out the door. Good old Julio. Well, actually, his name is Frank. Funny how I can remember that. At the time, I was thinking like the President of the Island of Asshole, Ace Anderson, but I really found some respect for this guy Frank. He’s a great camera man, seems to take pride in his work. Just like I’m a great wrestler and I take pride in my work. We’re the same in a lot of ways, professionally speaking. Katelyn returns with a man, and I immediately recognize him as Frank.
“Hello Frank, how are you today?” I ask him, curious.
“Well, I’m fine, Mr. Anderson. How are you?” he responds. I immediately dislike that. Well, what he called me.
“Please, call me Jason.” I tell him, as I shake his hand.
“Well sure, if you want me to.” he responds confusedly.
“I’d like to say I’ve changed.”
“Interesting, what did you want me for?”
“I want to cut a promo, right here. I don’t want anybody but the best to film it, either. Just stand over there. Katelyn, you can stand behind him.” I tell them both where I want them. My back is to the wall now. I rub my fingers across my temples and I contemplate what to say. Then it comes to me. I know EXACTLY how I want to word this. This is going to be good. I can feel it.
Frank looks at me with a strange look. “I don’t even have my camera.” he says bluntly. How foolish could I be?
“Right, go get it. I guess I sort of need another couple seconds to get ready.” Frank leaves the room, as Katelyn looks across at me.
“You look so cute when you are thinking hard.” she just gave me a compliment. I wish I was better at taking them, but I don’t get them often.
“Thanks honey, what do you think of the place so far?”
“Well, I think it’s wonderful. Frank seems like a nice guy.” I was thinking the same thing.
“You’re right, he is.” Just as I finish that sentence, Frank comes in the door. He has his camera on his shoulder. He goes back to the exact spot I told him to go. What a great guy. He adjusts something, gets me in focus, and before he starts, I mouth the words ‘I love you’ to Katelyn. She mouths them back, and Frank signals that he’s ready. I nod my head. He begins that oh so familiar countdown. Three, two, one, showtime. Only this time, it’s going to be different than every other time.
I clear my throat as he finishes saying one. His finger points to me. “Well, Collision Course isn’t too far away now, is it Lantlas? It seems not that long ago that we met, and yet now we meet again. Time to settle old scores. We truly are tied. As much as I claimed to have ended our first match out of boredom, well, that may not be the case. It may be the case. It’s really insignificant. I notice that it’s kind of fitting that it happened the way it did. The stage is now set for the pay-per-view spectacle of the year. Ace Anderson vs. Lantlas. The clash of the PCW hot shots. The rubber match, for all of the marbles.” I bring my hand up to hold my chin. I stroke it a little bit. For effect.
“I have been undergoing what you may call some personal...changes, lately. I’ve analyzed myself, and I’ve seen some things. First of all, I noticed that I’m one hell of a wrestler. Second of all, I noticed that I seem to address myself by a certain title quite often. That title, is Greatness in the Flesh. I find it strange that I was so foolish to have to create such a name for myself to describe how good I am. I’m an incredible athlete. I am great, but that doesn’t mean I need to call myself Greatness in the Flesh. Who really cares how great I think I am? I finally see the big picture. Showing everyone how great I am while I’m in that ring is what is important. Proving to you and the rest of the world that I’m not just some flavor of the month, or year, or what have you, with a bad attitude and a mean streak.” I pause once again, hoping that this goes over well.
“You see, there is a title that I do carry. A title that is worth a hell of a lot more than some self-made claim to whatever it is. I carry the title of ‘World Champion.’ Around my waist as well as in the minds of all. It is a title, that in the wrestling business, signifies that you are the best. Yet I’m sure you know that. Otherwise you wouldn’t be pursuing it. You want to be noticed as the best, Lantlas, and to do that, you have to beat me. You see, I am the World Champion as of right now. So that means that I am the best there is. After Collision Course, I plan to still have this title. I plan to still be known as the best there is. I plan on getting it the hard way. By beating the man who, is worthy of facing the best. I hope you take this in a positive way. I’m not trying to play any games. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I respect you, Lantlas, and I have a newfound respect for myself.” I look beyond the camera, and at Katelyn. For some reason, she is crying. They aren’t tears of sadness, I can tell. They are tears of joy. She knows as well as I do that I finally understand, that I’m finally being true to myself. I continue to look at her as I say these next words. People watching may think that I’m lost in a trance, staring at some sort of goal I have in my head. They would never guess that I’m staring at the greatest thing I’ve ever achieved. True love.
“I guess what I’m trying to say here, is, I’m tired of being ‘Greatness in the Flesh’ Ace Anderson. Whether the fans love me or hate me, all I want to be is Ace Anderson, ‘World Champion.’ There is no need to come out here and trash talk my opponents or play helpless mind games. I’m a wrestler, and that’s what I plan on going out there and doing at Collision Course. I’m going to do what it takes to remain Ace Anderson, ‘World Champion.’ There can only be one winner Lantlas, and whether it is me or it is you, we can both say we gave it our all, and that we both know we will meet again in that ring some day. Good luck, Lantlas. May the best man, or the best elf, win.” I give a little smile, as I see the recording light of Frank’s camera go out.
I immediately drop to the floor, holding my head. That took more courage than anything I’ve ever done. I spent all of that time, months, creating the arrogant asshole Ace Anderson, bringing that gimmick to it’s peak, and I just dropped it with a few choice words. What will the world think of me now? But as the warm arms of Katelyn come around my shoulders, and she is on the floor beside me, I see it doesn’t matter. As her hot tears sting my face, I feel mine mix with her own. I know I did the right thing. I did what I had to do, and I know that the one person in the world, and I could even go as far as to say that Mother along with Katelyn, are proud of me. That is all I need.
I don’t need a fancy attitude, or a fancy anything really. All I need are my skills, my mind, and my love. My love for wrestling, my love for Katelyn, and my love for my parents.
After the heartfelt moment shared in my locker room that almost brought even Frank to tears, maybe just because he saw me and Katelyn crying together, Katelyn and I head out of Pure Class Arena. We get into my car, and I start the drive back to the hotel. As we arrive back at West Poinsett, the same valet comes out.
“Don’t plan on making any more trips, do we?” he asks rudely. I don’t even bother to respond, I just hand him my keys and Katelyn and I walk away from him. We head inside the hotel, and up to our room. As soon as we cross the threshold and close the door, the clothes begin to come off. It is now that I realize how much that I want her. We close the blinds and make a beeline for the bed.
I knew what was about to happen. Katelyn and I were about to share something special, we were about to make love. Although I think that is a faulty term. What we had been doing up to that point, was making love, or at least creating it. We all create love every day, and not necessarily with a member of the opposite sex. Love can be defined many ways, but I’m no scholar, all I know is this. Whether it is through communication, or even from simple eye contact. Eye contact that says a billion words that go unsaid, only because they do not have to be said. They are felt. Felt through love. Love is what creates humanity, and it is what separates us from everything else.
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After experiencing with Katelyn what I have never experienced with a woman before, souls intertwining and thoughts aligning, I felt more relaxed than I had ever felt. After I banished Ace Anderson from the confines of my own mind. After I spoke out to the world, possibly changing their entire perspective of me. However, there was one feeling that stood above the rest. One feeling that I’m not so sure I had fully comprehended before, at least not in such great magnitude. I felt freedom. More free than I had ever imagined I could feel. This newfound freedom is a gift, a gift brought on by love. A gift much appreciated, that will be put to good use.
