Post by Ace Anderson on Aug 27, 2005 4:06:09 GMT -5
I bet everyone is wondering, why did I let Sean Hunter do those things to me. Well the reason is, I don't feel like fighting two men at once. I know I could do it, but I think Sean needs it for himself. I knew I could take whatever he did to me, it would only make me tougher, so I just let him have his way. I'm fine now, some bruises, some cuts, but I'm feeling better than I ever have before. I finally realize it. I realize why Sean puts on the act as though he is carrying me. He is afraid of me. He is afraid he will be upstaged by Ace Anderson, a man he looks to as being a nobody, a useless talent, a man not worthy to be his partner. If only he understood. Sean Hunter doesn't understand what the point of being a tag team champion is. It's being able to work as a team, not one guy carrying the other. I know we could be better than any other team in history if only we worked together, we could be tag team champions for the rest of our careers if we wanted to. Nobody would be able to stop us. Sean's good, no doubt, but his ego gets in the way. That's a problem me and Ben never had. We were a team, we were like one person split into two physical presences, we were both ends of the spectrum. I was size, he was speed, he was brain, I was brawn. We were like a machine, and I know that Sean and I could be just as great, if not better, if only he learns that the whole fucking world doesn't revolve around his retarded self. You're a great wrestler Sean, but you have a lot of growing up to do before you actually earn my respect.
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- The scene opens as the camera pans around the inside of a very nice restaurant. It looks to be chinese, and it had red carpet on the floor and a tan wall color with strange chinese lettering and patterns on them. There is a dim light that gives it an oriental feel, and the smell cannot be described by words. There are few people in the restaurant, yet the few that are there seem to be enjoying themselves, and enjoying the food. Ace Anderson is talking to a woman, and she points to a table in the dining area, and Ace goes over and sits down. He is wearing a solid blue dress shirt and very expensive sunglasses, which he cooly takes off a places in his shirt pocket. He politely returns a nod from a man sitting two tables across from him, and then he takes a menu from the table. A waitress comes, and he orders. She walks off and we are left staring at Ace Anderson. The camera moves in on him, and on closer examination we can see a small cut above his eye and a slight bruising on his jaw.
Ace: Well then, here I am. A bit beaten, but better than ever. I'm definitely ready for Deception. I'm ready for Rhodes McClure and Overdose, I'm ready for almost anything. I'm ready to kick the shit out of Sean Hunter if his huge ego is about to cost me my tag team title. It doesn't matter to me who I have to destroy, as long as I keep my title. I want it that much. The only thing that could possibly mean more to me, is the World Title itself. That will come in due time. Now I have to focus on Deception, on my opponents, and on the task at hand. Rhodes McClure. You beat me last week, but it was because of my own cockiness. That won't happen again. Next time I see you bleed, I'm not going to stop until you can't see out of your eyes, I'm not going to stop until you can barely breathe, until you can't stand on your own two feet. I'll admit, I under-estimated you once, and I lost because of it. That won't happen this time, nobody beats Ace Anderson twice. Now Rhodes, you seemed to be very upset with all of the symbolism I used, with the throwing cards to depict my hatred toward you, and the action figure, well, where is your sense of fun? Your sense of creativity? Maybe you're angry because you never thought of it. You're probably angry because the only thing you're able to do is take what I say, and say...no, that's not right, no. You're wrong Ace. That's the only thing you're capable of, and I realize that wrestling isn't about who is the most creative out of the ring, it's the exact opposite. I'm not sure you see the intimidation factor in that sense. I was trying to get in your head, and obviously you were too busy trying to disprove my every word that I couldn't get anywhere near your brain. If it's there. That's why I'm going to forget the symbolism, and simply say this. At Deception, I'm going to take you, and I'm going to break you down, and beat you until you have but an inch of life left in your body, and then I'm going to toss a bottle of drugs down the ramp and Overdose won't even be in the match any more. That fuckin loser.
- A waitress comes and politely hands Ace a glass of ice water, and tells him that his food would be ready promptly. He smiles and says thank you, and then waits until she leaves before he speaks again. He takes a sip of the water, tilts his head to the side, and then he speaks once more.
Ace: I'm not one hundred percent sure what is wrong with your partner Overdose. He seems to be a bit, well I was going to say lost, but that would hardy cover it. He's a bit fucking retarded, a bit looney. I don't think I would want an addict to be my partner, I'm not really sure I would want him to be within 50 feet of me. The guy is a nutjob, and nothing or nobody could ever change that. I know what you're going to say Rhodes, so don't even bother. 'Oh no, I didn't pick my partner Ace, it doesn't matter who my partner is...you're wrong blah blah.' That's how you spent last week, and it was annoying for everyone, so I'm just going to make sure you have no room to talk. I don't know anything about your partner, but I don't care what I know about Overdose, it doesn't matter what I know about Overdose, because the guy hardly knows anything about himself. I'm not too worried, he doesn't seem like much of a threat, unless I owe him drug money. Then I might be scared. One thing I do know about Overdose, is he has absolutely no respect. I seem to recall back before Trauma [14], when Overdose was making his predictions and he came to my match, called me Arn Anderson, and then refused to make a prediction. It didn't bother me at the time obviously, and it still doesn't, but I just realized that Overdose has no respect for anyone it seems. He makes the worst jokes about people's names, and he seems to think he's funny when it's rather pathetic. Overdose is pathetic, Rhodes is pathetic, most of the guys in PCW are rather pathetic. That doesn't bother me either, because I know that once I get away from these no talent losers, the wrestlers at the top of the rung won't be as pathetic, but they'll be pathetic none the less.
- The waitress is now bringing Ace out his food, and she sets it all down on the table and then leaves him to his meal. He picks up a fork, and starts to eat some rice. He swallows and then looks back to the camera. -
Ace: You better be ready Rhodes, and you too Overdose, because Ace Anderson will be ready for you. I always have an ace up my sleeve, and I'm going to do everything I can to put an end to both of your careers. You bled on Tuesday Rhodes, now I'm going to break every bone in your body.
- The scene fades to black as Ace Anderson begins to enjoy his dinner of chinese food. -
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- The scene opens as the camera pans around the inside of a very nice restaurant. It looks to be chinese, and it had red carpet on the floor and a tan wall color with strange chinese lettering and patterns on them. There is a dim light that gives it an oriental feel, and the smell cannot be described by words. There are few people in the restaurant, yet the few that are there seem to be enjoying themselves, and enjoying the food. Ace Anderson is talking to a woman, and she points to a table in the dining area, and Ace goes over and sits down. He is wearing a solid blue dress shirt and very expensive sunglasses, which he cooly takes off a places in his shirt pocket. He politely returns a nod from a man sitting two tables across from him, and then he takes a menu from the table. A waitress comes, and he orders. She walks off and we are left staring at Ace Anderson. The camera moves in on him, and on closer examination we can see a small cut above his eye and a slight bruising on his jaw.
Ace: Well then, here I am. A bit beaten, but better than ever. I'm definitely ready for Deception. I'm ready for Rhodes McClure and Overdose, I'm ready for almost anything. I'm ready to kick the shit out of Sean Hunter if his huge ego is about to cost me my tag team title. It doesn't matter to me who I have to destroy, as long as I keep my title. I want it that much. The only thing that could possibly mean more to me, is the World Title itself. That will come in due time. Now I have to focus on Deception, on my opponents, and on the task at hand. Rhodes McClure. You beat me last week, but it was because of my own cockiness. That won't happen again. Next time I see you bleed, I'm not going to stop until you can't see out of your eyes, I'm not going to stop until you can barely breathe, until you can't stand on your own two feet. I'll admit, I under-estimated you once, and I lost because of it. That won't happen this time, nobody beats Ace Anderson twice. Now Rhodes, you seemed to be very upset with all of the symbolism I used, with the throwing cards to depict my hatred toward you, and the action figure, well, where is your sense of fun? Your sense of creativity? Maybe you're angry because you never thought of it. You're probably angry because the only thing you're able to do is take what I say, and say...no, that's not right, no. You're wrong Ace. That's the only thing you're capable of, and I realize that wrestling isn't about who is the most creative out of the ring, it's the exact opposite. I'm not sure you see the intimidation factor in that sense. I was trying to get in your head, and obviously you were too busy trying to disprove my every word that I couldn't get anywhere near your brain. If it's there. That's why I'm going to forget the symbolism, and simply say this. At Deception, I'm going to take you, and I'm going to break you down, and beat you until you have but an inch of life left in your body, and then I'm going to toss a bottle of drugs down the ramp and Overdose won't even be in the match any more. That fuckin loser.
- A waitress comes and politely hands Ace a glass of ice water, and tells him that his food would be ready promptly. He smiles and says thank you, and then waits until she leaves before he speaks again. He takes a sip of the water, tilts his head to the side, and then he speaks once more.
Ace: I'm not one hundred percent sure what is wrong with your partner Overdose. He seems to be a bit, well I was going to say lost, but that would hardy cover it. He's a bit fucking retarded, a bit looney. I don't think I would want an addict to be my partner, I'm not really sure I would want him to be within 50 feet of me. The guy is a nutjob, and nothing or nobody could ever change that. I know what you're going to say Rhodes, so don't even bother. 'Oh no, I didn't pick my partner Ace, it doesn't matter who my partner is...you're wrong blah blah.' That's how you spent last week, and it was annoying for everyone, so I'm just going to make sure you have no room to talk. I don't know anything about your partner, but I don't care what I know about Overdose, it doesn't matter what I know about Overdose, because the guy hardly knows anything about himself. I'm not too worried, he doesn't seem like much of a threat, unless I owe him drug money. Then I might be scared. One thing I do know about Overdose, is he has absolutely no respect. I seem to recall back before Trauma [14], when Overdose was making his predictions and he came to my match, called me Arn Anderson, and then refused to make a prediction. It didn't bother me at the time obviously, and it still doesn't, but I just realized that Overdose has no respect for anyone it seems. He makes the worst jokes about people's names, and he seems to think he's funny when it's rather pathetic. Overdose is pathetic, Rhodes is pathetic, most of the guys in PCW are rather pathetic. That doesn't bother me either, because I know that once I get away from these no talent losers, the wrestlers at the top of the rung won't be as pathetic, but they'll be pathetic none the less.
- The waitress is now bringing Ace out his food, and she sets it all down on the table and then leaves him to his meal. He picks up a fork, and starts to eat some rice. He swallows and then looks back to the camera. -
Ace: You better be ready Rhodes, and you too Overdose, because Ace Anderson will be ready for you. I always have an ace up my sleeve, and I'm going to do everything I can to put an end to both of your careers. You bled on Tuesday Rhodes, now I'm going to break every bone in your body.
- The scene fades to black as Ace Anderson begins to enjoy his dinner of chinese food. -
