Post by Oblivion on Nov 18, 2009 23:00:36 GMT -5
[Monday November 16]
[backstage at Slam]
(Ace Slaughter enters into the locker room, with Camera-Dude, in front of him, recording everything. Everyone, in the locker room, is hounding him, about sneak attacking Kevin Hardaway. The US Champion had successfully defended his title against Anastasia Petrova. Slaughter is at his locker, trying to change out of his gear, but everyone wants answers.)
Ace Slaughter: I don't give a damn what anyone thinks!! I did what I had to do to get a US title shot at One!! Everyone else would of done the same damn thing!!! I just had the damn balls to do it!!! I want something and I'm going after it!!!
(Slaughter points to everyone, that is confronting him.)
Ace Slaughter: I did what everyone else would of done, in the same situation. So... if you all don't mind, I would like to change and get the hell out of here!!!
Unknown voice: That's because you know damn well Kevin Hardaway is on his way back here, to kick your ass!! That's why you're running!!
(Slaughter looks at his watch.)
Ace Slaughter: It's not that I'm scared of Kevin Hardaway, because I'm not!!! But, I DO have a lot of other things I need to be doing. So, I'm gonna go work out. If he's gonna spend his time huffing, puffing and crying on how someone else is hurting his feelings. We weren't friends, so-o-o don't take it so damn personal! I just made the first punch and I'll be sure to make the last one, too.
(Slaughter left, people in the locker room looked confused. Slaughter and his Camera-Dude just left the entire arena and walked to their vehicles.)
CameraDude: You just do what you gotta do. Hey, people like it, they like it. If not, forget them, then. Do what makes you feel that it's for the best.
Ace Slaughter: Where's 'Lissa and Mini?
Camera Dude: They're in my van.
Ace Slaughter: Cool.
Camera Dude: Dude, you alright. You've had this pissed off look, on your face, for awhile now.
Ace Slaughter: Why does everyone keep asking me that!!! I am f*cking fine!!! I'M YANKEE DOODLE FRIGGIN' HAPPY!!! Yea, I'll be fine. It's just that I feel all jumbled and scrambled, more than lately. The last thing I wanna do, is piss everyone off. Come by in little bit, alright?
(As Camera-Dude is walking to his van. Cheerleader Melissa runs from out of the van and runs towards Slaughter.)
Cheerleader Melissa: A-a-a-a-ce!!!
[THUD!!!]
(When Ace looks back at a screaming Melissa, he has a confused look, on his face. He notices that the busty "cheerleader" is running in slow motion. She is running normal speed. It's just that Ace is seeing her in slow motion. Slaughter rubs his eyes, as Melissa slams herself against Ace Slaughter. Ace is wearing a a white muscle-shirt and shorts. Melissa gives a long and squeezing hug to Slaughter's extremely muscular body.)
Ace Slaughter: What's that for?
Cheerleader Melissa(twirling her blond hair with finger, as she chews gum): Nothing, I wanted to say hi....
Ace Slaughter: Well.... hi.
Cheerleader Melissa: Ace?
Ace Slaughter: Yes?
Cheerleader Melissa: Is it true, that you have that amazon Anastasia Petrova as a tag team partner for Monday Night Slam?
Ace Slaughter: Yes?
Cheerleader Melissa: Oh, okay.
Ace Slaughter: Why the question? You're not jealous, are you?
Cheerleader Melissa(Melissa is acting nervous): No, I'm not!!! Nah-ah-ah!! Why would you ask such a silly question? No, I can care less that, that Amazon is gonna be in your corner. You know I will be in your corner too, right Ace?
Ace Slaughter: Yea... yea... sure. You better get going. I need to work out.
Cheerleader Melissa: Is THAT Anastasia gonna be here?!?
Ace Slaughter: Melissa!! You are acting strange as hell, right now. What's wrong with you?!
Cheerleader Melissa: I'm... I'm sorry. I don't know what's coming over me. It MIGHT be HER. Or I might be just a jealous biotch! But, I'll control myself. But, really I want you two to win over that goofy D-Day and that... that over exposed Kevin Hardaway. You and Anastasia do have a great chance against them. Go Ace!!!
(Camera-Dude honks the horn, of the van.)
Ace Slaughter: You better get going. I'll see ya later, okay?
Cheerleader Melissa: Okay, Ace!! I hope you have a great workout!!
(Melissa runs away, as she continues to wave at Slaughter.)
(narration by Slaughter)
Slaughter(narration): Nice girl. Her heart is in the right place. Down deep, I KNOW I could have that any time I wanted. But, right now, isn't the time. I need total concentration on everything, right now. And... why the aggression? Why have I become... become such a jerk. Even better why have I become such a complete as*hole?! Everyone is noticing and everyone has mentioned on it. Should I allow myself to indulge the urge to just go apesh*t and go completely crazy? I have these urges to say whatever I want to say and not give a flying monkey turd on what the others have to say about it. But, that's not me. Me, the one who usually takes in all the advice. Even, in my late thirties, I still want others to give ME advice. Especially the younger ones. It gives THEM a sense of knowledge or empowerment to give advice to someone who has been in this great business for more than fifteen years. But, it really is not fair to those who don't deserve my wrath of deliberate aggressive behavior. Sure, there are those who deserve a good beat down. This IS professional wrestling and it's everyone for themselves, even those in T.O.T. It's still everyone for themselves, like it or not. Maybe, I SHOULD curb back my erratic
attitude, apologize and get on with business at hand. Maybe, I should not give a crap and do what the hell what I want to do and anyone else that doesn't appreciate that can... can just... just PISS OFF!!! Yea, that's it. I'll just do whatever and go on with business at hand and hope for the best. People don't like it, well they don't have to like it. I'm not wrestling for anyone else but for myself. I have no one else. Just me, myself and I!!!
(Slaughter goes to the gym and he will workout for about an hour or more. This Monday, on Slam, Slaughter has a tag team bout with Ms. Petrova, as his partner against Hardaway and D-Day at the Qwest Arena, in Boise, Idaho. Slaughter pulls up to his gym, in south side St. Petersburg, Florida, he notices that Camera-Dude is waiting for him.)
Camera-Dude: Dude!!! Dude!! That Melissa has it bad for you, man!! All she can talk about, is you. To be honest, it's starting to get on my nerves!!! She knows you have two big matches, especially that huge title match at ONE!!! But, does that stop her from yacking about you.... NO-O-O-O!!!
Ace Slaughter: It's okay. I have it all under control. She is just a girl with a crush. I've handled girls with crushes before. It's no big deal.
Camera-Dude: NO BIG DEAL?!? NO BIG DEAL?!? Ace. Ace, dude. She is acting like a squirrel on a cocktail of crack and speed, man. She's always going and going and going!! It's enough to make you wanna squeeze, until her eyes bug out of the eye sockets and... POP!!!
Ace Slaughter: Dude, first thing. Calm down and relax! It'll be fine. Now, what else did you need to talk to me about?
Camera-Dude: I'm getting words from people that there are some people are not liking your attitude lately.
Ace Slaughter: My attitude?! If I want to walk around and do whatever the heck I want to do...IT'S MY BUSINESS!! But, I do understand why people are saying that.
Camera-Dude: Why?
Ace Slaughter: It's easier for people to like the nicer, baby-kissing, hand-shaking and smiling Ace Slaughter! People don't think that my nastier personality is proper or it's counter productive. I get that. I do. But, if I feel that I want blow off steam and act like a complete as*hole, for absolutely no reason, well then I should have that right!!! No matter what anyone says. That includes the bossman Seth Lerch.
Camera-Dude: Now, I understand you want to tape a few comments before Slam?
Ace Slaughter: Yea.
Camera-Dude: Okay, I have my camera. Let's start rolling.
Ace Slaughter: This Monday, November 23rd in Boise, Idaho at the Qwest Arena, Anastasia and myself are going to face off against, in a tag team bout, D-Day and the United States champion Kevin Hardaway. D-Day, you know what I think about you. I think you are a disfunctional human being. I think with your family not around, your own personal world is all screwed up. How do I know that? Look at me. I'm as screwed up as you can be. So, that's why I know... you're completely bonkers!! You're insane in the membrane, kid. And you know it, too!!! I'll just let Ms. Petrova kick your ass!!! If necessary, I'll come in and whoop your little ass, all over that ring. Now, onto Mr. Hardaway. We already have a match set at One. Live, from the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum in Los Angeles, California on December 20th, you will defend that coveted US title against yours truly. You know, damn well, that everybody will be watching that match!! So, not only am I gonna get physically ready, for this match, I wanted to dig up some information on you and...
(Slaughter is holding a folder.)
Ace Slaughter: ....here it is. You have always had a hard time making friends, haven't you Kevin. Every time you think someone's there for you... WHAM!!! They stab you in the back. Huh, Kevin? All your drug taking buddies stab you in the back and all you want is a little piece and quiet!!! Surely, you don't expect that, here in the WCF, do ya?! I notice here that you have said before, that you're tired of all the bullsh*t. You think you have only way to stop it?! Is to kill everyone that is in your path? Well, I'm standing right in the middle, of your so-called path.. I DARE YOU TO TRY, JUST TRY TO KILL ME!!! So, I try to figure out why you're like this. Why do you have this... this chip on your shoulder? You're an Aquarius. Right? Right. You're nothing more than a stubborn, unemotional, sarcastic rebel. Who obviously has this middle child syndrom. Back, in the beginning, as soon as you finished training you got into wrestling through Hardcore World Federation. You won a World Championship there. Good, good. Heck you were even their Commissioner, that's where you met Jay. Jay Williams a.k.a D.A Hardcore. You two won the tag titles twice, but what happened?? Just like clockwork, he stabbed you in the back. It gave you an excuse for you to whine and complain. But, you got your revenge, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?!?!?! You two fought in a vicious match called DEATH ROW. More heinous than a Hell in cell match. More dangerous than any cage match. You two bled. But, with all that rage, that place collapsed within itself and closed in 2002. That's when you had a bout with depression. Feeling bad for self...WHAT A SURPRISE!! Kevin Hardaway feeling sorry for himself. That's what you do best, huh, Kevin? You're even more of a coward than I thought. You even tried... you even tried to... wait wait... I shouldn't say this. This is more pathetic than I thought. This kind of information is bad and personal. You cannot even handle your own depression. Rather than seek professional help, you rather fix it yourself. Put yourself out of your own misery? Really? Really, Kevin? The great Kevin Hardaway, seven years ago, tried to kill himself off?! Really, Kevin?! What kind of B.S is that?! You can handle a little stress and your gonna off yourself?!? Really?! But, of course you got through that, barely. 2005, you entered Xtreme Hardcore federation. Where you claimed you were from the Matrix. although you won the XHF Phoenix Championship, you were accused as a thief. Stealing promo ideas off your fellow wrestlers. You got suspended. Now, you're a bitchy whiney little thief. I could continue, but why bother. Where ever you traveled you have been backstabbed. You traveled to GWC, to XHF and USXF, and finally HWF. Sure, you won your share of championships, but how can you cherish those moments when, inside you're miserable? All those world championships and what do you have to show for it....BITTERNESS AND HATRED!!! Sure, I'm screwed up, but... I ADMIT IT!!! With all your wrestling history and all your accolades, you are still that little boy who gets picked on by your older siblings. I'm glad I have Anastasia Petrova for a partner!!! Very glad!!! She'll kick the snot out of your boy, D-Day!! You and I will tussle all over that ring!!! It will be just a little taste of what you're gonna get, until December 20th at ONE, when I take that precious US Championship from your undeserving hands!!! Look, I know I'm not the person I used to be. Yea, yea I KNOW!! I KNOW!!! You never knew me before!!! I too have been to the mountain top, as well as you have!! Like it or not, our wrestling careers are almost parallel. Both of us have had our ups and downs. Both of us have a strong wrestling base of wrestling maneuvers. We both have strong finishing maneuvers. The only difference, between us, is our perception on the world. Kevin Hardaway, I'm sure you have some challenges in your personal life and your professional life, but I'm gonna be the thorn in your side. The only way, you're gonna get rid of me is to kill me. I'm not sure you're gonna be willing to spend the rest of your life in prison for killing me, so I KNOW that you're not gonna do that!! So, a little as* kicking is not gonna hurt anyone!! Just, get ready. Be prepared. Me and the Russian Princess is gonna kick your as* and that pathetic partner's as* all over that ring. Just remember, if you like it or not like it, your just gonna have to deal with it, that Petrova and myself are gonna KICK YOUR ASSES!!!
(Slaughter puts his hand over the camera's lens.)
[backstage at Slam]
(Ace Slaughter enters into the locker room, with Camera-Dude, in front of him, recording everything. Everyone, in the locker room, is hounding him, about sneak attacking Kevin Hardaway. The US Champion had successfully defended his title against Anastasia Petrova. Slaughter is at his locker, trying to change out of his gear, but everyone wants answers.)
Ace Slaughter: I don't give a damn what anyone thinks!! I did what I had to do to get a US title shot at One!! Everyone else would of done the same damn thing!!! I just had the damn balls to do it!!! I want something and I'm going after it!!!
(Slaughter points to everyone, that is confronting him.)
Ace Slaughter: I did what everyone else would of done, in the same situation. So... if you all don't mind, I would like to change and get the hell out of here!!!
Unknown voice: That's because you know damn well Kevin Hardaway is on his way back here, to kick your ass!! That's why you're running!!
(Slaughter looks at his watch.)
Ace Slaughter: It's not that I'm scared of Kevin Hardaway, because I'm not!!! But, I DO have a lot of other things I need to be doing. So, I'm gonna go work out. If he's gonna spend his time huffing, puffing and crying on how someone else is hurting his feelings. We weren't friends, so-o-o don't take it so damn personal! I just made the first punch and I'll be sure to make the last one, too.
(Slaughter left, people in the locker room looked confused. Slaughter and his Camera-Dude just left the entire arena and walked to their vehicles.)
CameraDude: You just do what you gotta do. Hey, people like it, they like it. If not, forget them, then. Do what makes you feel that it's for the best.
Ace Slaughter: Where's 'Lissa and Mini?
Camera Dude: They're in my van.
Ace Slaughter: Cool.
Camera Dude: Dude, you alright. You've had this pissed off look, on your face, for awhile now.
Ace Slaughter: Why does everyone keep asking me that!!! I am f*cking fine!!! I'M YANKEE DOODLE FRIGGIN' HAPPY!!! Yea, I'll be fine. It's just that I feel all jumbled and scrambled, more than lately. The last thing I wanna do, is piss everyone off. Come by in little bit, alright?
(As Camera-Dude is walking to his van. Cheerleader Melissa runs from out of the van and runs towards Slaughter.)
Cheerleader Melissa: A-a-a-a-ce!!!
[THUD!!!]
(When Ace looks back at a screaming Melissa, he has a confused look, on his face. He notices that the busty "cheerleader" is running in slow motion. She is running normal speed. It's just that Ace is seeing her in slow motion. Slaughter rubs his eyes, as Melissa slams herself against Ace Slaughter. Ace is wearing a a white muscle-shirt and shorts. Melissa gives a long and squeezing hug to Slaughter's extremely muscular body.)
Ace Slaughter: What's that for?
Cheerleader Melissa(twirling her blond hair with finger, as she chews gum): Nothing, I wanted to say hi....
Ace Slaughter: Well.... hi.
Cheerleader Melissa: Ace?
Ace Slaughter: Yes?
Cheerleader Melissa: Is it true, that you have that amazon Anastasia Petrova as a tag team partner for Monday Night Slam?
Ace Slaughter: Yes?
Cheerleader Melissa: Oh, okay.
Ace Slaughter: Why the question? You're not jealous, are you?
Cheerleader Melissa(Melissa is acting nervous): No, I'm not!!! Nah-ah-ah!! Why would you ask such a silly question? No, I can care less that, that Amazon is gonna be in your corner. You know I will be in your corner too, right Ace?
Ace Slaughter: Yea... yea... sure. You better get going. I need to work out.
Cheerleader Melissa: Is THAT Anastasia gonna be here?!?
Ace Slaughter: Melissa!! You are acting strange as hell, right now. What's wrong with you?!
Cheerleader Melissa: I'm... I'm sorry. I don't know what's coming over me. It MIGHT be HER. Or I might be just a jealous biotch! But, I'll control myself. But, really I want you two to win over that goofy D-Day and that... that over exposed Kevin Hardaway. You and Anastasia do have a great chance against them. Go Ace!!!
(Camera-Dude honks the horn, of the van.)
Ace Slaughter: You better get going. I'll see ya later, okay?
Cheerleader Melissa: Okay, Ace!! I hope you have a great workout!!
(Melissa runs away, as she continues to wave at Slaughter.)
(narration by Slaughter)
Slaughter(narration): Nice girl. Her heart is in the right place. Down deep, I KNOW I could have that any time I wanted. But, right now, isn't the time. I need total concentration on everything, right now. And... why the aggression? Why have I become... become such a jerk. Even better why have I become such a complete as*hole?! Everyone is noticing and everyone has mentioned on it. Should I allow myself to indulge the urge to just go apesh*t and go completely crazy? I have these urges to say whatever I want to say and not give a flying monkey turd on what the others have to say about it. But, that's not me. Me, the one who usually takes in all the advice. Even, in my late thirties, I still want others to give ME advice. Especially the younger ones. It gives THEM a sense of knowledge or empowerment to give advice to someone who has been in this great business for more than fifteen years. But, it really is not fair to those who don't deserve my wrath of deliberate aggressive behavior. Sure, there are those who deserve a good beat down. This IS professional wrestling and it's everyone for themselves, even those in T.O.T. It's still everyone for themselves, like it or not. Maybe, I SHOULD curb back my erratic
attitude, apologize and get on with business at hand. Maybe, I should not give a crap and do what the hell what I want to do and anyone else that doesn't appreciate that can... can just... just PISS OFF!!! Yea, that's it. I'll just do whatever and go on with business at hand and hope for the best. People don't like it, well they don't have to like it. I'm not wrestling for anyone else but for myself. I have no one else. Just me, myself and I!!!
(Slaughter goes to the gym and he will workout for about an hour or more. This Monday, on Slam, Slaughter has a tag team bout with Ms. Petrova, as his partner against Hardaway and D-Day at the Qwest Arena, in Boise, Idaho. Slaughter pulls up to his gym, in south side St. Petersburg, Florida, he notices that Camera-Dude is waiting for him.)
Camera-Dude: Dude!!! Dude!! That Melissa has it bad for you, man!! All she can talk about, is you. To be honest, it's starting to get on my nerves!!! She knows you have two big matches, especially that huge title match at ONE!!! But, does that stop her from yacking about you.... NO-O-O-O!!!
Ace Slaughter: It's okay. I have it all under control. She is just a girl with a crush. I've handled girls with crushes before. It's no big deal.
Camera-Dude: NO BIG DEAL?!? NO BIG DEAL?!? Ace. Ace, dude. She is acting like a squirrel on a cocktail of crack and speed, man. She's always going and going and going!! It's enough to make you wanna squeeze, until her eyes bug out of the eye sockets and... POP!!!
Ace Slaughter: Dude, first thing. Calm down and relax! It'll be fine. Now, what else did you need to talk to me about?
Camera-Dude: I'm getting words from people that there are some people are not liking your attitude lately.
Ace Slaughter: My attitude?! If I want to walk around and do whatever the heck I want to do...IT'S MY BUSINESS!! But, I do understand why people are saying that.
Camera-Dude: Why?
Ace Slaughter: It's easier for people to like the nicer, baby-kissing, hand-shaking and smiling Ace Slaughter! People don't think that my nastier personality is proper or it's counter productive. I get that. I do. But, if I feel that I want blow off steam and act like a complete as*hole, for absolutely no reason, well then I should have that right!!! No matter what anyone says. That includes the bossman Seth Lerch.
Camera-Dude: Now, I understand you want to tape a few comments before Slam?
Ace Slaughter: Yea.
Camera-Dude: Okay, I have my camera. Let's start rolling.
Ace Slaughter: This Monday, November 23rd in Boise, Idaho at the Qwest Arena, Anastasia and myself are going to face off against, in a tag team bout, D-Day and the United States champion Kevin Hardaway. D-Day, you know what I think about you. I think you are a disfunctional human being. I think with your family not around, your own personal world is all screwed up. How do I know that? Look at me. I'm as screwed up as you can be. So, that's why I know... you're completely bonkers!! You're insane in the membrane, kid. And you know it, too!!! I'll just let Ms. Petrova kick your ass!!! If necessary, I'll come in and whoop your little ass, all over that ring. Now, onto Mr. Hardaway. We already have a match set at One. Live, from the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum in Los Angeles, California on December 20th, you will defend that coveted US title against yours truly. You know, damn well, that everybody will be watching that match!! So, not only am I gonna get physically ready, for this match, I wanted to dig up some information on you and...
(Slaughter is holding a folder.)
Ace Slaughter: ....here it is. You have always had a hard time making friends, haven't you Kevin. Every time you think someone's there for you... WHAM!!! They stab you in the back. Huh, Kevin? All your drug taking buddies stab you in the back and all you want is a little piece and quiet!!! Surely, you don't expect that, here in the WCF, do ya?! I notice here that you have said before, that you're tired of all the bullsh*t. You think you have only way to stop it?! Is to kill everyone that is in your path? Well, I'm standing right in the middle, of your so-called path.. I DARE YOU TO TRY, JUST TRY TO KILL ME!!! So, I try to figure out why you're like this. Why do you have this... this chip on your shoulder? You're an Aquarius. Right? Right. You're nothing more than a stubborn, unemotional, sarcastic rebel. Who obviously has this middle child syndrom. Back, in the beginning, as soon as you finished training you got into wrestling through Hardcore World Federation. You won a World Championship there. Good, good. Heck you were even their Commissioner, that's where you met Jay. Jay Williams a.k.a D.A Hardcore. You two won the tag titles twice, but what happened?? Just like clockwork, he stabbed you in the back. It gave you an excuse for you to whine and complain. But, you got your revenge, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?!?!?! You two fought in a vicious match called DEATH ROW. More heinous than a Hell in cell match. More dangerous than any cage match. You two bled. But, with all that rage, that place collapsed within itself and closed in 2002. That's when you had a bout with depression. Feeling bad for self...WHAT A SURPRISE!! Kevin Hardaway feeling sorry for himself. That's what you do best, huh, Kevin? You're even more of a coward than I thought. You even tried... you even tried to... wait wait... I shouldn't say this. This is more pathetic than I thought. This kind of information is bad and personal. You cannot even handle your own depression. Rather than seek professional help, you rather fix it yourself. Put yourself out of your own misery? Really? Really, Kevin? The great Kevin Hardaway, seven years ago, tried to kill himself off?! Really, Kevin?! What kind of B.S is that?! You can handle a little stress and your gonna off yourself?!? Really?! But, of course you got through that, barely. 2005, you entered Xtreme Hardcore federation. Where you claimed you were from the Matrix. although you won the XHF Phoenix Championship, you were accused as a thief. Stealing promo ideas off your fellow wrestlers. You got suspended. Now, you're a bitchy whiney little thief. I could continue, but why bother. Where ever you traveled you have been backstabbed. You traveled to GWC, to XHF and USXF, and finally HWF. Sure, you won your share of championships, but how can you cherish those moments when, inside you're miserable? All those world championships and what do you have to show for it....BITTERNESS AND HATRED!!! Sure, I'm screwed up, but... I ADMIT IT!!! With all your wrestling history and all your accolades, you are still that little boy who gets picked on by your older siblings. I'm glad I have Anastasia Petrova for a partner!!! Very glad!!! She'll kick the snot out of your boy, D-Day!! You and I will tussle all over that ring!!! It will be just a little taste of what you're gonna get, until December 20th at ONE, when I take that precious US Championship from your undeserving hands!!! Look, I know I'm not the person I used to be. Yea, yea I KNOW!! I KNOW!!! You never knew me before!!! I too have been to the mountain top, as well as you have!! Like it or not, our wrestling careers are almost parallel. Both of us have had our ups and downs. Both of us have a strong wrestling base of wrestling maneuvers. We both have strong finishing maneuvers. The only difference, between us, is our perception on the world. Kevin Hardaway, I'm sure you have some challenges in your personal life and your professional life, but I'm gonna be the thorn in your side. The only way, you're gonna get rid of me is to kill me. I'm not sure you're gonna be willing to spend the rest of your life in prison for killing me, so I KNOW that you're not gonna do that!! So, a little as* kicking is not gonna hurt anyone!! Just, get ready. Be prepared. Me and the Russian Princess is gonna kick your as* and that pathetic partner's as* all over that ring. Just remember, if you like it or not like it, your just gonna have to deal with it, that Petrova and myself are gonna KICK YOUR ASSES!!!
(Slaughter puts his hand over the camera's lens.)
