Post by Ace Anderson on Mar 30, 2006 18:25:19 GMT -5
..."HATE....All of the blood on my hands and the sins that bleed from my soul..."
"Suffocate" by Sevendust pumps out of my computer's speakers. I know it's not really the most morally right thing in the world, to illegally download music, but I'm too lazy to go through all that crap you need to go through with iTunes or whatever it's called. I have the money, that's no doubt, but it can't be helped.
I enjoy this alone time, just me and the music, the most of all during the hours before I sleep, because it isn't often that I have time like this to myself. To just be myself. I always like to check out a few websites, see what's happening. I always check nbadraft.net, and of course, I'll check the PCW site to see what that is saying. It's interesting to read what they have to say about Ace. Speaking of which, I still haven't checked the card this week.
I open my browser, and type in the address to the PCW website as "Black" by Sevendust comes on in my playlist. I turn up the music a little bit as the PCW website loads. I click on the heading that says "Trauma preview". Not in the main event, that's weird. Then I double check the screen. I refresh the page, for some stupid reason, it's not like it matters. When it reloads, the page says the exact same thing it did half a second ago.
Match Five
Non-Title Handicap Gauntlet Match
Ace Anderson {World Champion} vs.
1. "Bucky" Joe
2. Tony Brass
3. The Byrd
Referee: Eddie Lane
At least I got ol' Fast Count on my team. He'll probably end up doing me some good. A gauntlet match. Against S.I.N. and a promising young star named "Bucky" Joe. Who am I kidding? I'm going to run through that match like Maurice Green would the Special Olympics. It will be an all out trouncing, but that's besides the point. It might be fun. For the first time in a long time, I might get to have fun in there. This match looks promising.
The ringing of my cellular phone interrupts my train of thought. I pick it up, and I look down at the call display window. "Mike Schultz", it reads. Interesting. Maybe this is about the opening of the Foundation. The last couple of days, I've totally forgotten about the Jason McDonald Sr. Save the Homeless Foundation. What a project that would be. I have the power to help, now I just have to find a way to put it in motion. Ace probably wouldn't be too fond of it, but I can't forget that I am Ace and Ace is me, so he's going to have to live with it. I can't stress enough how crazy I must sound, referring to me and Ace Anderson as two different people, but we very much are. So I'm going to keep it that way.
I shake off my little brain dance, and I open up my phone. I bring it up to my ear. "Hey Mike." I say, as I pull the phone away from my ear and brace for impact.
"HEY JASON!" he screams, just as anticipated.
"Say it, don't spray it, asshole." I reply smugly. That might get him to keep his voice down. A low whisper would be fine by me, actually.
He lets out a low chuckle. I'm not trying to be funny, if only this jerk would realize that he's the loudest person in the world when he's on the phone. "Very funny, listen, down to business. This is about what you asked me last week. You know, to spread the word of the project." he tells me, matter-of-factly, still half screaming, although I think he sort of got the message as his voice is down a few decibels from before.
"And..." I say, obviously trying to let the impatience in my voice shine through. I don't have a lot of time, especially not for half-wits like him. He is good at what he does, and that's the only reason that I called him.
"This is the part you're going to love. Everyone else, loves it. They think it's a great idea. Won't this hurt your character though, I mean, in the wrestling world?" he inquires, and then I can hear the sound of his breathing as he listens attentively.
"That's the one thing I gotta figure out. There must be a way that I can do this without hurting the image of Ace. It is what my father would want. Me, to give back to the world, because I can." I say slowly, my brain starting to go in a million different directions. Should I really do this? It could ruin my career. What would the people think of Ace Anderson, if they found out that he opens up a foundation to help homeless people, after saying so many negative things about them? Would everyone start calling him a hypocrite? Would they lose all respect for him?
Then it dawned on me. Everyone already hates him. They already have no respect for him. I might as well make myself happy for once. I could always just not give myself credit for it. Nothing wrong with generous anonymous benefactor. "Don't worry about the affairs of Ace Anderson. That's for me to worry about. Just tell me what else you know." I tell him. No time for chit-chat. Not with this guy. Did I mention how much I hate him?
He exhales, and continues. "Well, you're going to have to hold some sort of event. Maybe a charity concert with a decent band, where a bunch of people can come show how generous they are, and donate some big bucks."
"That actually sounds good." I say out loud, while thinking it over in my head. What could I do, who would come? Who could I get for a band. I'll figure something out. I always do.
"So you do like the idea?" he asks. What a fucking moron.
"Obviously I like it, jackass. I wouldn't have said it sounded good if I despised it. I'm too much of a prick to lie to make you feel better about yourself." I tell him, as matter-of-factly as he talks to me, most of the time anyway.
"Alright then, I'll call some more people, to see who wants to come, and who wants to make some generous donations to go along with whatever donations you make." he tells me, as he hangs up the phone without saying goodbye. He does that a lot. I don't mind. I'd do the same thing to him. He just did it first.
A live band. Well then, what can I do about this. Then it dawns on me, as "Face to Face" by Sevendust begins to play out of my speakers. I had to get Lajon Witherspoon of Sevendust's permission to use "Suffocate" as Ace's theme song. I still have his number somewhere. I wonder if he'd be interested. I turn down my speakers. I pick up my cellular, and I dial his number. Only one way to find out. Let's hope he answers.
The phone rings about four times, and he finally answers. "Hello?" he says. No shit. Everyone answers the phone with hello. I'm going to start saying garbage disposal. Just to be different.
"Hey, what's up Lajon. This is Ace Anderson...from Pure Class Wrestling." I say, hoping he'll know who I am.
He pauses for a moment, and neither of us breathe. Let's hope he doesn't think I'm a prank caller and hang up. "Hey dude! What's going on? How can I help you today?" he responds. I can't help but chuckle. I sure am glad that he remembers me.
"Well the thing is, Lajon, I, Jason McDonald, the man behind the asshole you see on TV, has a request for you. If you're not interested in hearing it, tell me now, and I'll respect you none-the-less." I tell him, trying to come on with the friendly, "you're doing me the favour" approach, so he doesn't leave me hanging.
"No, please, continue." he says, as he pauses to listen to what I have to say. Here goes nothing.
I try to word this carefully. "Well, you see, I plan on opening a charity called the "Jason McDonald Sr. Save the Homeless Foundation. It's sort of a tribute to my late father, and I plan on having a benefit concert, and I was hoping that you and the rest of the band would headline. I have nothing but respect for you and your music, and you kindly letting me use your song for Ace's theme music." That sounded pretty good. I even had myself convinced. Damn I'm good.
"Ya know what, Jase, I like your style. I'll run it by the band and get back to you. I'm in, but we ARE a band, so the call is not solely on me. I'll get back to ya a-sap." he tells me, as I sigh in relief.
"That's great man, I can't thank you enough for even giving me the chance. Hopefully the band agrees. Talk to you after, bye." I say, and then I wait for him to say goodbye and hang up.
I let out another sigh of relief. This would be huge, if I could get Sevendust to come and play in honor of my dad, and my dreams. They already play for half of my dreams, for every time I go down to that ring, there they are, playing in the background, urging me to be as strong as I can be, to be the best that I can be. Now that I have that out of the way, I can focus on the next task. The Gauntlet.
Taking my life one task at a time is a great way to do it. Trying to take on the world at once isn't going to get me anywhere, except it might net me a headache.
When it comes to the PCW ring, I have to keep Ace's reign of chaos going. Eventually, I'll run into some of the HHW wrestlers. Until then, no going easy on anybody in between. No need to be fair, Ace is hardly for fairness. Especially when it comes to hurting other people. I'm starting to think that a part of me likes it just as much as Ace does, if not more.
"Suffocate" by Sevendust pumps out of my computer's speakers. I know it's not really the most morally right thing in the world, to illegally download music, but I'm too lazy to go through all that crap you need to go through with iTunes or whatever it's called. I have the money, that's no doubt, but it can't be helped.
I enjoy this alone time, just me and the music, the most of all during the hours before I sleep, because it isn't often that I have time like this to myself. To just be myself. I always like to check out a few websites, see what's happening. I always check nbadraft.net, and of course, I'll check the PCW site to see what that is saying. It's interesting to read what they have to say about Ace. Speaking of which, I still haven't checked the card this week.
I open my browser, and type in the address to the PCW website as "Black" by Sevendust comes on in my playlist. I turn up the music a little bit as the PCW website loads. I click on the heading that says "Trauma preview". Not in the main event, that's weird. Then I double check the screen. I refresh the page, for some stupid reason, it's not like it matters. When it reloads, the page says the exact same thing it did half a second ago.
Match Five
Non-Title Handicap Gauntlet Match
Ace Anderson {World Champion} vs.
1. "Bucky" Joe
2. Tony Brass
3. The Byrd
Referee: Eddie Lane
At least I got ol' Fast Count on my team. He'll probably end up doing me some good. A gauntlet match. Against S.I.N. and a promising young star named "Bucky" Joe. Who am I kidding? I'm going to run through that match like Maurice Green would the Special Olympics. It will be an all out trouncing, but that's besides the point. It might be fun. For the first time in a long time, I might get to have fun in there. This match looks promising.
The ringing of my cellular phone interrupts my train of thought. I pick it up, and I look down at the call display window. "Mike Schultz", it reads. Interesting. Maybe this is about the opening of the Foundation. The last couple of days, I've totally forgotten about the Jason McDonald Sr. Save the Homeless Foundation. What a project that would be. I have the power to help, now I just have to find a way to put it in motion. Ace probably wouldn't be too fond of it, but I can't forget that I am Ace and Ace is me, so he's going to have to live with it. I can't stress enough how crazy I must sound, referring to me and Ace Anderson as two different people, but we very much are. So I'm going to keep it that way.
I shake off my little brain dance, and I open up my phone. I bring it up to my ear. "Hey Mike." I say, as I pull the phone away from my ear and brace for impact.
"HEY JASON!" he screams, just as anticipated.
"Say it, don't spray it, asshole." I reply smugly. That might get him to keep his voice down. A low whisper would be fine by me, actually.
He lets out a low chuckle. I'm not trying to be funny, if only this jerk would realize that he's the loudest person in the world when he's on the phone. "Very funny, listen, down to business. This is about what you asked me last week. You know, to spread the word of the project." he tells me, matter-of-factly, still half screaming, although I think he sort of got the message as his voice is down a few decibels from before.
"And..." I say, obviously trying to let the impatience in my voice shine through. I don't have a lot of time, especially not for half-wits like him. He is good at what he does, and that's the only reason that I called him.
"This is the part you're going to love. Everyone else, loves it. They think it's a great idea. Won't this hurt your character though, I mean, in the wrestling world?" he inquires, and then I can hear the sound of his breathing as he listens attentively.
"That's the one thing I gotta figure out. There must be a way that I can do this without hurting the image of Ace. It is what my father would want. Me, to give back to the world, because I can." I say slowly, my brain starting to go in a million different directions. Should I really do this? It could ruin my career. What would the people think of Ace Anderson, if they found out that he opens up a foundation to help homeless people, after saying so many negative things about them? Would everyone start calling him a hypocrite? Would they lose all respect for him?
Then it dawned on me. Everyone already hates him. They already have no respect for him. I might as well make myself happy for once. I could always just not give myself credit for it. Nothing wrong with generous anonymous benefactor. "Don't worry about the affairs of Ace Anderson. That's for me to worry about. Just tell me what else you know." I tell him. No time for chit-chat. Not with this guy. Did I mention how much I hate him?
He exhales, and continues. "Well, you're going to have to hold some sort of event. Maybe a charity concert with a decent band, where a bunch of people can come show how generous they are, and donate some big bucks."
"That actually sounds good." I say out loud, while thinking it over in my head. What could I do, who would come? Who could I get for a band. I'll figure something out. I always do.
"So you do like the idea?" he asks. What a fucking moron.
"Obviously I like it, jackass. I wouldn't have said it sounded good if I despised it. I'm too much of a prick to lie to make you feel better about yourself." I tell him, as matter-of-factly as he talks to me, most of the time anyway.
"Alright then, I'll call some more people, to see who wants to come, and who wants to make some generous donations to go along with whatever donations you make." he tells me, as he hangs up the phone without saying goodbye. He does that a lot. I don't mind. I'd do the same thing to him. He just did it first.
A live band. Well then, what can I do about this. Then it dawns on me, as "Face to Face" by Sevendust begins to play out of my speakers. I had to get Lajon Witherspoon of Sevendust's permission to use "Suffocate" as Ace's theme song. I still have his number somewhere. I wonder if he'd be interested. I turn down my speakers. I pick up my cellular, and I dial his number. Only one way to find out. Let's hope he answers.
The phone rings about four times, and he finally answers. "Hello?" he says. No shit. Everyone answers the phone with hello. I'm going to start saying garbage disposal. Just to be different.
"Hey, what's up Lajon. This is Ace Anderson...from Pure Class Wrestling." I say, hoping he'll know who I am.
He pauses for a moment, and neither of us breathe. Let's hope he doesn't think I'm a prank caller and hang up. "Hey dude! What's going on? How can I help you today?" he responds. I can't help but chuckle. I sure am glad that he remembers me.
"Well the thing is, Lajon, I, Jason McDonald, the man behind the asshole you see on TV, has a request for you. If you're not interested in hearing it, tell me now, and I'll respect you none-the-less." I tell him, trying to come on with the friendly, "you're doing me the favour" approach, so he doesn't leave me hanging.
"No, please, continue." he says, as he pauses to listen to what I have to say. Here goes nothing.
I try to word this carefully. "Well, you see, I plan on opening a charity called the "Jason McDonald Sr. Save the Homeless Foundation. It's sort of a tribute to my late father, and I plan on having a benefit concert, and I was hoping that you and the rest of the band would headline. I have nothing but respect for you and your music, and you kindly letting me use your song for Ace's theme music." That sounded pretty good. I even had myself convinced. Damn I'm good.
"Ya know what, Jase, I like your style. I'll run it by the band and get back to you. I'm in, but we ARE a band, so the call is not solely on me. I'll get back to ya a-sap." he tells me, as I sigh in relief.
"That's great man, I can't thank you enough for even giving me the chance. Hopefully the band agrees. Talk to you after, bye." I say, and then I wait for him to say goodbye and hang up.
I let out another sigh of relief. This would be huge, if I could get Sevendust to come and play in honor of my dad, and my dreams. They already play for half of my dreams, for every time I go down to that ring, there they are, playing in the background, urging me to be as strong as I can be, to be the best that I can be. Now that I have that out of the way, I can focus on the next task. The Gauntlet.
Taking my life one task at a time is a great way to do it. Trying to take on the world at once isn't going to get me anywhere, except it might net me a headache.
When it comes to the PCW ring, I have to keep Ace's reign of chaos going. Eventually, I'll run into some of the HHW wrestlers. Until then, no going easy on anybody in between. No need to be fair, Ace is hardly for fairness. Especially when it comes to hurting other people. I'm starting to think that a part of me likes it just as much as Ace does, if not more.
