Post by Oblivion on Jan 7, 2010 21:12:58 GMT -5
For a few days now and for a few days more, it has and will be, a cold a dreary day. It is cold, windy, and occassionaly wet. The Tampa Bay region has set record low temperatures. It has been a couple of days, since Slaughter has lost his World Title opportunity, at Slam. Ace Slaughter is nowhere in sight. Keith, Melissa, and Mini Ace are around the house. But, Ace Slaughter is nowhere in sight. Melissa, still in her jammies, she slept in the spare bedroom. Keith slept on the couch, while Mini Ace slept anywhere, maybe on the foot of either Melissa's or Slaughter's bed. On a few occassions, Mini Ace fell out, on the living room floor, next to the couch. Melissa, look kinda frumpy. She is wearing silky pink pajamas, with white clouds on them, and pink fuzzy "bear claw" slippers. She is dragging her shuffling feet into the kitchen, where everyone, except for Ace, is having breakfast. Melissa is"grunts" to everyone.
Melissa: <hrmph>.
Melissa mumbles towards the coffee maker. Keith and Mini Ace are at the kitchen table, eating their breakfast. Keith is eating two fried eggs, with toast. Mini ace is eating a bowl of Fruity Pebbles.
[KLANG-KLANG]
[KLANG-KLANG]
Melissa grabs her forehead.
[KLANG-KLANG]
[KLANG-KLANG]
Melissa: Mini Ace!!!
[KLANG-KLANG]
[KLANG-KLANG]
Mini Ace, is sitting on a couple of phonebooks, on the chair, at the kitchen table. With a mouth full of cereal, Mini Ace apologizes.
Mini Ace(cereal, falling out of his mouth): THOWEE!!!
Melissa grabs her forehead, as everyone groans in disgust.
Mini Ace(cereal, falling out of his mouth): What, I thaid I wath thowee.
Melissa grabs her forehead, as everyone groans in disgust. With her elbows, on the table and her hands on the side, of her head, Melissa asks a question...
Melissa: Anyone seen Ace?
Keith is eating, he shakes his head. With milk dripping off the chin, of his mask, Mini Ace, while looking wildly at his cereal bowl, he responds...
Mini Ace(cereal and milk falling out of his mouth): Nuh-uh!!
As soon as he could, Mini Ace looks at his cereal bowl, with a crazed and wild look, in his eyes, Mini Ace attacks his bowl, face first. Milk and cereal flies everywhere.
Everyone: MINI!!!!
Melissa: I'm serious, y'all!! I'm worried about Ace. He honestly really worked hard training for that match, while Torture didn't take Ace serious, at all!!
Keith: But, he found a way to beat Ace!! Now. Ace has to fight Kevin Hardaway. Everyone groans. With cereal and milk dripping, off his face, Mini Ace slams his little hands onto the table. Melissa grabs her forehead. Mini Ace pushes himself away from the table and hops down, from off the phone books. Mini Ace stands beside the chair and grabs one phone book...
[THUD!!!]
...and throws it down. Mini Ace grabs for the other phone book, but Keith prevents him from doing so. Mini Ace is trying his best to pull the phone book, from underneath Keith's hand, as Keith is holding down the phone book, on the chair. No matter how hard he could, Mini Ace could not pull the phone book, from under Keith's hand. Mini Ace stomps his feet and begins to throw a fit, that a two year old would be proud of. Everytime that Keiths denies Mini Ace the phone book, Mini Ace grunts and begins to scream, so Keith allows Mini Ace the phone book. Mini Ace grabs the phone book and climbs back up the chair. Now, standing on the chair, Mini Ace swings the book at Keith, but Keith blocks it with his fist, which stops Mini Ace in half motion. That causes Mini Ace to tumble backwards and trips over the right arm of the highchair.
[THUD!!!]
Now, the little man is extremely pissed. He walks up to the chair and kicks one of it's legs. Mini Ace is NOT having a good day.
Keith: Damn it, Mini!! What the hell is your problem?
Mini Ace looks around and throws his arms up, as he looks around the kitchen. Then walks back to Keith, as Mini ace throws his arms up?
Keith: What are you looking for Ace?
Mini Ace claps his hands very loud, as Melissa grabs her forehead.
Keith: What is the matter, Melissa?
Melissa: I had bought a lot of booze, for the possible celebration party we might have held, if Ace would of won the world Title. We saw how that ended up.
Keith: We are all disappointed that Ace didn't win....
Melissa: No... no... no... I have no problem Ace losing. He will eventually beat that S.O.B. It was the fact that I kind of drank the alcohol.
Melissa hiccups, then burps. Everyone groans in disgust. Mini Ace waves in front of his face, then falls over, looking like as if he had passed out.
Keith: Oh my God, 'Lissa, what the hell did you eat and/or drink?!?!?
Melissa: Well.... I kinda drank a six pack of Coronas, a half of a sixth of Jack and I ate about twenty HOT....HOT buffalo wings!! My gut still hurts.
[RI-I-I-P-PTH-TH-TH-TH!!!]
The sound was loud, but quick!! Keith and Mini Ace's faces turned green, quickly. The smell took over the room. Both fellas were incapacitated, before they could run out of the room. As the two boys were on the ground, trying to find a pocket of clean air...
Melissa: Alright, you two!!! It wasn't that bad!!!
Keith stands up. But, it was Mini Ace that was foolin' around, by not standing up, he ended up flopping around like a dying fish being exposed to a toxic or chemical gas.
Keith: Alright, that's enough goofin' around. Has anyone see a note, left by Ace. I'm sure Ace didn't leave without leaving a note.
Everyone begins to look around the kitchen and the living room. There is a whistle, coming from the living room. Mini ace found the note. It was on the coffee table.
Melissa: Where was it?
Mini Ace shows Melissa, that the note had been on the coffee table.
[The note]
Dear guys,
I'm sorry that I took off. I went out and cleared my head. Be back later. Keith do not try and find me. I WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!!! Mini Ace- BEHAVE!!!
P.S. I took the camcorder
Melissa: Wow, sounds serious!!! I wonder where he went?
Keith: I bet Ace went somewhere deep into the woods, to clear his head and get things back in order. He'll be fine. He has Kevin Hardaway to fight, on Monday.
Melissa: Oh snap, that's right!! First, he loses to that... that.... jerk-off Torture, now he has to fight Hardaway again?!?!?
Keith: I wouldn't want to be Kevin Hardaway now!! But, I have to ask. Who is Slaughter gonna face off at Ten?
Melissa: Tank Reaper, Doc Henry, Ryan Daniels, D-Day, or Hector Rodriguez.
Keith: How did you know?
Melissa: Well, Ace got a piece of mail...
Keith: And you looked in his mail? You know that pisses him off!!
Mini Ace: It's a number one contender's match. Heh-heh!
Keith: So, it would make sense, that Ace would face off against the winner of that match, at Ten.
Melissa: Yes, it would....
[MEANWHILE...]
Slaughter drove his blue 1969 Corvette Stingray north to Citrus County. It took him a few hours to get there. Slaughter, all he took was the camcorder. The sun was almost rising, when Slaughter left his home. Ace enjoys the forest or even just a small woodsy area. He will need it, because he knew he had the tools to defeat the World Champion. He did everything right!! He trained!! He ate the right things!! Ace thought he did everything right. Slaughter parked his car and grabbed the camcorder, before leaving his car. Slaughter turned on the recorder, as he wandered around. Then he begins to speak...
Ace Slaughter: At Monday Night Slam, I face off against an adversary, that I thought our personal differences had been resolved. This Monday night, I go against a man who I hate with every existence in my being!!! Every bone, every drop of blood. With each breath I expel from my body.... I HATE KEVIN HARDAWAY!!! If I could just for one moment to have no laws and no regulations, so I could just take a chair and splatter his entire brain matter all over the ring, I would!!! I honestly would!! No fooling around, just one good shot to his cranium and wham!!! NO MORE KEVIN HARDAWAY!!!
There is a hint of a smile from Ace Slaughter.
Oblivion: Imagine, the worldwide reaction!!! Wrestler kills by former asylum patient and deranged wrestler!!! Kevin Hardaway strangled by the ringropes, until he was bright blue. Brains bashed in by the ringside bell!! KEVIN HARDAWAY DESERVES TO DIE!!! I will be the force behind Slaughter's rage!!! I hope that the others, including that insignificant Kevin Hardaway, underestimate Ace Slaughter!! Remember.... KEVIN HARDAWAY DESERVES TO DIE!!!
Ace Slaughter: Live, from the Providence Civic Center in Providence, Rhode Island, I ,Ace Slaughter, faces off against Kevin Hardaway. Now, Mr. Hardaway, you won your last match. You had a fifty one pound advantage over your opponent. This match, I have a forty four pound advantage over you. I have more muscles, than you!! You might think that I am being egotistical, but I am giving you reasons, why I am going to defeat you on Slam!!! Now, I understand, this is a non-title match. Good!! As I see it, Hardaway doesn't deserve a title match. I agree with the Commissioner's office. A non-title match-up. I don't care, as long as I get my hands on Kevin Hardaway!!! He's a likeable person. The fans love him, but I HATE HIS STINKIN' GUTS!!
Personally, I don't care who wins the number one contender's match. No!! Wait, I lied!!! I do prefer who wins. If, Hector Rodriguez, thinks he is ready for the US title, then step up big man!!! I personally don't care!!! Let it be D-Day!! I don't care!!! Tank Reaper, Ryan Daniels, Doc Henry!!! I don't care!! First things first!!! Kevin Hardaway, as I listen to the breeze blowing through these trees, am I reminded of the many battles we have had!! This time won't be any different!! I will show the WCF that I am a GREAT United States Champion and that you don't deserve another chance at my title!! Let others challenge me!! Your chances are through!!! YOU HERE ME? NO MORE CHANCES!!! You're history, kid!!! Done!! Finished!!
After Monday Night, I don't ever wanna see your name even near a championship match ever again!!! I don't like you and I will prove it in Providence, Rhode Island, because if you like me or you don't, you are gonna know why I am the United States Heavyweight Champion!!! Everyday and every step, I AM getting better!! My skills are getting better!!! Time will tell, you will see, that I, Ace Slaughter am being the true me!!! And Kevin Hardaway? YOU... CAN CHOKE.... ON THAT!!!
Slaughter puts his right hand over the camera's lens
Melissa: <hrmph>.
Melissa mumbles towards the coffee maker. Keith and Mini Ace are at the kitchen table, eating their breakfast. Keith is eating two fried eggs, with toast. Mini ace is eating a bowl of Fruity Pebbles.
[KLANG-KLANG]
[KLANG-KLANG]
Melissa grabs her forehead.
[KLANG-KLANG]
[KLANG-KLANG]
Melissa: Mini Ace!!!
[KLANG-KLANG]
[KLANG-KLANG]
Mini Ace, is sitting on a couple of phonebooks, on the chair, at the kitchen table. With a mouth full of cereal, Mini Ace apologizes.
Mini Ace(cereal, falling out of his mouth): THOWEE!!!
Melissa grabs her forehead, as everyone groans in disgust.
Mini Ace(cereal, falling out of his mouth): What, I thaid I wath thowee.
Melissa grabs her forehead, as everyone groans in disgust. With her elbows, on the table and her hands on the side, of her head, Melissa asks a question...
Melissa: Anyone seen Ace?
Keith is eating, he shakes his head. With milk dripping off the chin, of his mask, Mini Ace, while looking wildly at his cereal bowl, he responds...
Mini Ace(cereal and milk falling out of his mouth): Nuh-uh!!
As soon as he could, Mini Ace looks at his cereal bowl, with a crazed and wild look, in his eyes, Mini Ace attacks his bowl, face first. Milk and cereal flies everywhere.
Everyone: MINI!!!!
Melissa: I'm serious, y'all!! I'm worried about Ace. He honestly really worked hard training for that match, while Torture didn't take Ace serious, at all!!
Keith: But, he found a way to beat Ace!! Now. Ace has to fight Kevin Hardaway. Everyone groans. With cereal and milk dripping, off his face, Mini Ace slams his little hands onto the table. Melissa grabs her forehead. Mini Ace pushes himself away from the table and hops down, from off the phone books. Mini Ace stands beside the chair and grabs one phone book...
[THUD!!!]
...and throws it down. Mini Ace grabs for the other phone book, but Keith prevents him from doing so. Mini Ace is trying his best to pull the phone book, from underneath Keith's hand, as Keith is holding down the phone book, on the chair. No matter how hard he could, Mini Ace could not pull the phone book, from under Keith's hand. Mini Ace stomps his feet and begins to throw a fit, that a two year old would be proud of. Everytime that Keiths denies Mini Ace the phone book, Mini Ace grunts and begins to scream, so Keith allows Mini Ace the phone book. Mini Ace grabs the phone book and climbs back up the chair. Now, standing on the chair, Mini Ace swings the book at Keith, but Keith blocks it with his fist, which stops Mini Ace in half motion. That causes Mini Ace to tumble backwards and trips over the right arm of the highchair.
[THUD!!!]
Now, the little man is extremely pissed. He walks up to the chair and kicks one of it's legs. Mini Ace is NOT having a good day.
Keith: Damn it, Mini!! What the hell is your problem?
Mini Ace looks around and throws his arms up, as he looks around the kitchen. Then walks back to Keith, as Mini ace throws his arms up?
Keith: What are you looking for Ace?
Mini Ace claps his hands very loud, as Melissa grabs her forehead.
Keith: What is the matter, Melissa?
Melissa: I had bought a lot of booze, for the possible celebration party we might have held, if Ace would of won the world Title. We saw how that ended up.
Keith: We are all disappointed that Ace didn't win....
Melissa: No... no... no... I have no problem Ace losing. He will eventually beat that S.O.B. It was the fact that I kind of drank the alcohol.
Melissa hiccups, then burps. Everyone groans in disgust. Mini Ace waves in front of his face, then falls over, looking like as if he had passed out.
Keith: Oh my God, 'Lissa, what the hell did you eat and/or drink?!?!?
Melissa: Well.... I kinda drank a six pack of Coronas, a half of a sixth of Jack and I ate about twenty HOT....HOT buffalo wings!! My gut still hurts.
[RI-I-I-P-PTH-TH-TH-TH!!!]
The sound was loud, but quick!! Keith and Mini Ace's faces turned green, quickly. The smell took over the room. Both fellas were incapacitated, before they could run out of the room. As the two boys were on the ground, trying to find a pocket of clean air...
Melissa: Alright, you two!!! It wasn't that bad!!!
Keith stands up. But, it was Mini Ace that was foolin' around, by not standing up, he ended up flopping around like a dying fish being exposed to a toxic or chemical gas.
Keith: Alright, that's enough goofin' around. Has anyone see a note, left by Ace. I'm sure Ace didn't leave without leaving a note.
Everyone begins to look around the kitchen and the living room. There is a whistle, coming from the living room. Mini ace found the note. It was on the coffee table.
Melissa: Where was it?
Mini Ace shows Melissa, that the note had been on the coffee table.
[The note]
Dear guys,
I'm sorry that I took off. I went out and cleared my head. Be back later. Keith do not try and find me. I WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!!! Mini Ace- BEHAVE!!!
P.S. I took the camcorder
Melissa: Wow, sounds serious!!! I wonder where he went?
Keith: I bet Ace went somewhere deep into the woods, to clear his head and get things back in order. He'll be fine. He has Kevin Hardaway to fight, on Monday.
Melissa: Oh snap, that's right!! First, he loses to that... that.... jerk-off Torture, now he has to fight Hardaway again?!?!?
Keith: I wouldn't want to be Kevin Hardaway now!! But, I have to ask. Who is Slaughter gonna face off at Ten?
Melissa: Tank Reaper, Doc Henry, Ryan Daniels, D-Day, or Hector Rodriguez.
Keith: How did you know?
Melissa: Well, Ace got a piece of mail...
Keith: And you looked in his mail? You know that pisses him off!!
Mini Ace: It's a number one contender's match. Heh-heh!
Keith: So, it would make sense, that Ace would face off against the winner of that match, at Ten.
Melissa: Yes, it would....
[MEANWHILE...]
Slaughter drove his blue 1969 Corvette Stingray north to Citrus County. It took him a few hours to get there. Slaughter, all he took was the camcorder. The sun was almost rising, when Slaughter left his home. Ace enjoys the forest or even just a small woodsy area. He will need it, because he knew he had the tools to defeat the World Champion. He did everything right!! He trained!! He ate the right things!! Ace thought he did everything right. Slaughter parked his car and grabbed the camcorder, before leaving his car. Slaughter turned on the recorder, as he wandered around. Then he begins to speak...
Ace Slaughter: At Monday Night Slam, I face off against an adversary, that I thought our personal differences had been resolved. This Monday night, I go against a man who I hate with every existence in my being!!! Every bone, every drop of blood. With each breath I expel from my body.... I HATE KEVIN HARDAWAY!!! If I could just for one moment to have no laws and no regulations, so I could just take a chair and splatter his entire brain matter all over the ring, I would!!! I honestly would!! No fooling around, just one good shot to his cranium and wham!!! NO MORE KEVIN HARDAWAY!!!
There is a hint of a smile from Ace Slaughter.
Oblivion: Imagine, the worldwide reaction!!! Wrestler kills by former asylum patient and deranged wrestler!!! Kevin Hardaway strangled by the ringropes, until he was bright blue. Brains bashed in by the ringside bell!! KEVIN HARDAWAY DESERVES TO DIE!!! I will be the force behind Slaughter's rage!!! I hope that the others, including that insignificant Kevin Hardaway, underestimate Ace Slaughter!! Remember.... KEVIN HARDAWAY DESERVES TO DIE!!!
Ace Slaughter: Live, from the Providence Civic Center in Providence, Rhode Island, I ,Ace Slaughter, faces off against Kevin Hardaway. Now, Mr. Hardaway, you won your last match. You had a fifty one pound advantage over your opponent. This match, I have a forty four pound advantage over you. I have more muscles, than you!! You might think that I am being egotistical, but I am giving you reasons, why I am going to defeat you on Slam!!! Now, I understand, this is a non-title match. Good!! As I see it, Hardaway doesn't deserve a title match. I agree with the Commissioner's office. A non-title match-up. I don't care, as long as I get my hands on Kevin Hardaway!!! He's a likeable person. The fans love him, but I HATE HIS STINKIN' GUTS!!
Personally, I don't care who wins the number one contender's match. No!! Wait, I lied!!! I do prefer who wins. If, Hector Rodriguez, thinks he is ready for the US title, then step up big man!!! I personally don't care!!! Let it be D-Day!! I don't care!!! Tank Reaper, Ryan Daniels, Doc Henry!!! I don't care!! First things first!!! Kevin Hardaway, as I listen to the breeze blowing through these trees, am I reminded of the many battles we have had!! This time won't be any different!! I will show the WCF that I am a GREAT United States Champion and that you don't deserve another chance at my title!! Let others challenge me!! Your chances are through!!! YOU HERE ME? NO MORE CHANCES!!! You're history, kid!!! Done!! Finished!!
After Monday Night, I don't ever wanna see your name even near a championship match ever again!!! I don't like you and I will prove it in Providence, Rhode Island, because if you like me or you don't, you are gonna know why I am the United States Heavyweight Champion!!! Everyday and every step, I AM getting better!! My skills are getting better!!! Time will tell, you will see, that I, Ace Slaughter am being the true me!!! And Kevin Hardaway? YOU... CAN CHOKE.... ON THAT!!!
Slaughter puts his right hand over the camera's lens