Post by Ace Anderson on Nov 5, 2006 13:44:00 GMT -5
It’s getting colder now. Every day, the temperature drops a few notches, building toward that first snowfall. Whether or not Katelyn and I will stick around Boston during the winter months, that’s left to be seen. We might find a winter spot down in Greenville. It wouldn’t be too bad. At least we wouldn’t have to put up with the cold. Something about me absolutely hates cold weather. Even though I’ve always experienced it, I’ve always hated it. I guess some people are born Eskimos, and some people aren’t.
I really did think that the Hardcore Hell Match versus Al Laiman would be my very last match in a Pure Class Wrestling ring, but I just couldn’t let the Elf go out there a man down. I don’t like the way Skylar Marshall runs things, but I’m not involved in PCW. Maybe someday I can get a job, scouting talent, or training, something, but for now, I don’t want much to do with the business aside from going to the shows to watch my former co-workers grow, progress, decline, and fall.
Going into this match, the opponents...it’s going to be something special. Grimm, who has given me a couple of runs in the past, yet somehow I managed to come out on top of both of those. I thank God for letting me get out of those without serious injury. Grimm has, and always will be, the most intense, scary sonuva bitch a man or woman will ever step into the ring with. Murdoc. He seems to have stepped up his game since the last time I faced him, when I managed to pull out a draw. Funny thing is, Murdoc is one of the only guys in PCW that I don’t have a victory over. I’m not gonna let it get to me, though. A draw and a DQ loss, not my fault. The guy never pinned me. Hell, hardly anybody has pinned me. Well, The Byrd, but we don’t talk about that, do we? Kaden Keene. A guy I have a more recent history with, and a guy I’d like one more chance to slap around, for all the shit he’s stirred with me.
That leaves one more guy, the worst of all. Non Compos Mentis, although he should consider changing his name to Non Cocky Mentis, cause all he is now is a big fucking windbag with a million things to say about everyone, and not much to back it up. Only one word can describe Non Compos Mentis, the ‘longest reigning champion in PCW history.’ First of all, the guy never would have got that belt if he wasn’t in a best of two falls match with the first fall counting for a belt I held that I didn’t give two fucking shits about. The World Title was all that mattered to me, and I came out with it. He held it for a while, and then he lost it to the raging alcoholic himself, Johnny Vivacious. If Johnny V wouldn’t have got fired, I doubt Non Compos Mentis ever would have won that belt again, he only did ‘cause he got himself in a match with the failure of the century, Benjamin Banks. Then he’s held it ever since, defending it against guys like Anthony Douglas, The Byrd, Dan Ellis, Kyle Time, Seth Sinn, holy fucking shit, can you believe that guy?
He goes on about those effing rejects like they’re something special, when really Anthony Douglas never amounted to anything except a personality disorder and pointless whining cause he couldn’t realize how much he sucked. The Byrd, who aside from a lucky win over me due to Al Laiman, I don’t think he’s won a match since then. Dan Ellis whose stay in PCW was about two victories and ten sad losses long. Kyle Time who was around long enough to get beat around by everyone, NCM included, and Seth Sinn who only lasted in this company because Lantlas was his partner. Maybe Seth used to be something special, but in PCW, he was nothing. That’s all Non Compos Mentis has ever beaten. Nothings. Has-Been’s. Never-Was’s. He’s never pinned me, he’s never pinned Lantlas, he’s never pinned Grimm, he’s never pinned Murdoc, he’s never pinned Stormm, he’s pinned Kaden, but he was pinned too...hell, he’s never even pinned Jade. So what the fuck does he think he’s doing in a match like this? I know what it is...they have faith in him. Management has faith in him cause he can beat the dogs. Throw him in there with the wolves and he’s going to fucking get ripped apart. That’s his own lesson he’s going to have to learn. He’s also going to learn that if he keeps running his mouth, somebody is going to smack it right off his cocky little face. Pfft...fuck Non Compos Mentis. Fuck him in his stupid ass.
So I’m going to have to go into this War Games Match and Exemplify every single one of these guys, make them remember why I was at the top of this company, battling it out with Lantlas. Why I’m the only person to ever pin Lantlas in a singles match. Why we were putting on five star matches for the masses. Why I was the most sought-after, most hated, and cockiest-for-a-reason, man in this company. Why I’m going to be the first guy inducted into the PCW Hall of Fame. Hell, at least I have a reason to be a cocky mo-fo, and even then, I don’t overdo it a la Hobo Jim. Who seems to think he’s not a hobo anymore. Bull shit. He’ll always be a hobo to me. Me, Ace Anderson. The guy who has his fucking number if anyone has ever had it.
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“So why did you do it?” Katelyn’s face appears over the back of the couch as she asks me a peculiar question.
“Why wouldn’t I do it?”
“Well, why would you? I thought you were done with all that.”
I let out a contemplative sigh, and click my tongue against the roof of my mouth, “I think that Lantlas deserves it. To have me on his team. So we can fight side by side, one last time.”
“This better not be about you getting back into the ring, trying to get that rush again.”
“Are you kidding me? You know me better than that, honey. It’s not about that at all. It’s about giving Lantlas some help, because he’s finally realized the truth about what we’ve been telling him. What the real important stuff is.”
“Ya know what?”
“What, darling?”
“Lantlas couldn’t have a better friend.”
“Ya know what, honey?”
“What’s that, dear?”
“I think you’re right. I also think I couldn’t have a better fiancee.”
“That’s sweet.”
“That’s truth.”
“This is going to be the last one, right?”
“Yeah, for sure. One more match. I owe Lantlas, and everyone else, that much.”
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That’s what I love about life. You never know when you’re going to find the greatest surprise of the whole thing. I didn’t expect to meet the woman of my dreams, what seems like ages ago, back in April. Just like I’m sure Lantlas didn’t expect to find Emerald when he did. After you find life’s great surprises, you can’t help but feel happy. Happy to know that it all works out for the best In the end. Katelyn and I, our child. Lantlas and Emerald, and his relationship with Jade. Great things happen to great people, and I’m glad that things are finally going the way they should be for Lantlas.
I’m also glad he didn’t ruin them by letting the World Title take over his life. That thing can really suck you in, I know from experience. Losing it to him was the greatest thing that could have happened to me, because it allowed me to realize what my true prize really is. The family I want to start. Now that Lantlas has lost it, he knows what his true prize really is. The family that he already has, and his future wife.
What’s next for Lantlas and I? We’ll probably never have to work again. We can be family men. Pure Class Wrestling is a good career, if you’re all about wrestling. It’s hard work. It pays well enough. You make good money in a year, and even more money from endorsements and bonuses. Plus I was already rather wealthy from all the poker I used to play. What a habit that was. Glad I’m out of it. That stuff can kill you, just ask Stu Ungar.
I don’t know what I’m going to be doing in a year from now. I know that I want Katelyn to be involved. The future is unclear. There really is only one thing I’m sure of. Tuesday, November Seventh. The Main Event of PCW’s Tuesday Trauma. I’m going to be dominating that ring, to win back the HHW World Title for Lantlas. Blitzkrieg here, Exemplifier there. I think it’s about time the new guys remember why they’ve heard my name before.
I really did think that the Hardcore Hell Match versus Al Laiman would be my very last match in a Pure Class Wrestling ring, but I just couldn’t let the Elf go out there a man down. I don’t like the way Skylar Marshall runs things, but I’m not involved in PCW. Maybe someday I can get a job, scouting talent, or training, something, but for now, I don’t want much to do with the business aside from going to the shows to watch my former co-workers grow, progress, decline, and fall.
Going into this match, the opponents...it’s going to be something special. Grimm, who has given me a couple of runs in the past, yet somehow I managed to come out on top of both of those. I thank God for letting me get out of those without serious injury. Grimm has, and always will be, the most intense, scary sonuva bitch a man or woman will ever step into the ring with. Murdoc. He seems to have stepped up his game since the last time I faced him, when I managed to pull out a draw. Funny thing is, Murdoc is one of the only guys in PCW that I don’t have a victory over. I’m not gonna let it get to me, though. A draw and a DQ loss, not my fault. The guy never pinned me. Hell, hardly anybody has pinned me. Well, The Byrd, but we don’t talk about that, do we? Kaden Keene. A guy I have a more recent history with, and a guy I’d like one more chance to slap around, for all the shit he’s stirred with me.
That leaves one more guy, the worst of all. Non Compos Mentis, although he should consider changing his name to Non Cocky Mentis, cause all he is now is a big fucking windbag with a million things to say about everyone, and not much to back it up. Only one word can describe Non Compos Mentis, the ‘longest reigning champion in PCW history.’ First of all, the guy never would have got that belt if he wasn’t in a best of two falls match with the first fall counting for a belt I held that I didn’t give two fucking shits about. The World Title was all that mattered to me, and I came out with it. He held it for a while, and then he lost it to the raging alcoholic himself, Johnny Vivacious. If Johnny V wouldn’t have got fired, I doubt Non Compos Mentis ever would have won that belt again, he only did ‘cause he got himself in a match with the failure of the century, Benjamin Banks. Then he’s held it ever since, defending it against guys like Anthony Douglas, The Byrd, Dan Ellis, Kyle Time, Seth Sinn, holy fucking shit, can you believe that guy?
He goes on about those effing rejects like they’re something special, when really Anthony Douglas never amounted to anything except a personality disorder and pointless whining cause he couldn’t realize how much he sucked. The Byrd, who aside from a lucky win over me due to Al Laiman, I don’t think he’s won a match since then. Dan Ellis whose stay in PCW was about two victories and ten sad losses long. Kyle Time who was around long enough to get beat around by everyone, NCM included, and Seth Sinn who only lasted in this company because Lantlas was his partner. Maybe Seth used to be something special, but in PCW, he was nothing. That’s all Non Compos Mentis has ever beaten. Nothings. Has-Been’s. Never-Was’s. He’s never pinned me, he’s never pinned Lantlas, he’s never pinned Grimm, he’s never pinned Murdoc, he’s never pinned Stormm, he’s pinned Kaden, but he was pinned too...hell, he’s never even pinned Jade. So what the fuck does he think he’s doing in a match like this? I know what it is...they have faith in him. Management has faith in him cause he can beat the dogs. Throw him in there with the wolves and he’s going to fucking get ripped apart. That’s his own lesson he’s going to have to learn. He’s also going to learn that if he keeps running his mouth, somebody is going to smack it right off his cocky little face. Pfft...fuck Non Compos Mentis. Fuck him in his stupid ass.
So I’m going to have to go into this War Games Match and Exemplify every single one of these guys, make them remember why I was at the top of this company, battling it out with Lantlas. Why I’m the only person to ever pin Lantlas in a singles match. Why we were putting on five star matches for the masses. Why I was the most sought-after, most hated, and cockiest-for-a-reason, man in this company. Why I’m going to be the first guy inducted into the PCW Hall of Fame. Hell, at least I have a reason to be a cocky mo-fo, and even then, I don’t overdo it a la Hobo Jim. Who seems to think he’s not a hobo anymore. Bull shit. He’ll always be a hobo to me. Me, Ace Anderson. The guy who has his fucking number if anyone has ever had it.
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“So why did you do it?” Katelyn’s face appears over the back of the couch as she asks me a peculiar question.
“Why wouldn’t I do it?”
“Well, why would you? I thought you were done with all that.”
I let out a contemplative sigh, and click my tongue against the roof of my mouth, “I think that Lantlas deserves it. To have me on his team. So we can fight side by side, one last time.”
“This better not be about you getting back into the ring, trying to get that rush again.”
“Are you kidding me? You know me better than that, honey. It’s not about that at all. It’s about giving Lantlas some help, because he’s finally realized the truth about what we’ve been telling him. What the real important stuff is.”
“Ya know what?”
“What, darling?”
“Lantlas couldn’t have a better friend.”
“Ya know what, honey?”
“What’s that, dear?”
“I think you’re right. I also think I couldn’t have a better fiancee.”
“That’s sweet.”
“That’s truth.”
“This is going to be the last one, right?”
“Yeah, for sure. One more match. I owe Lantlas, and everyone else, that much.”
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That’s what I love about life. You never know when you’re going to find the greatest surprise of the whole thing. I didn’t expect to meet the woman of my dreams, what seems like ages ago, back in April. Just like I’m sure Lantlas didn’t expect to find Emerald when he did. After you find life’s great surprises, you can’t help but feel happy. Happy to know that it all works out for the best In the end. Katelyn and I, our child. Lantlas and Emerald, and his relationship with Jade. Great things happen to great people, and I’m glad that things are finally going the way they should be for Lantlas.
I’m also glad he didn’t ruin them by letting the World Title take over his life. That thing can really suck you in, I know from experience. Losing it to him was the greatest thing that could have happened to me, because it allowed me to realize what my true prize really is. The family I want to start. Now that Lantlas has lost it, he knows what his true prize really is. The family that he already has, and his future wife.
What’s next for Lantlas and I? We’ll probably never have to work again. We can be family men. Pure Class Wrestling is a good career, if you’re all about wrestling. It’s hard work. It pays well enough. You make good money in a year, and even more money from endorsements and bonuses. Plus I was already rather wealthy from all the poker I used to play. What a habit that was. Glad I’m out of it. That stuff can kill you, just ask Stu Ungar.
I don’t know what I’m going to be doing in a year from now. I know that I want Katelyn to be involved. The future is unclear. There really is only one thing I’m sure of. Tuesday, November Seventh. The Main Event of PCW’s Tuesday Trauma. I’m going to be dominating that ring, to win back the HHW World Title for Lantlas. Blitzkrieg here, Exemplifier there. I think it’s about time the new guys remember why they’ve heard my name before.
