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If Thats What You Want
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Topic Started: Aug 14 2017, 11:44 PM (87 Views)
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Ace
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Aug 14 2017, 11:44 PM
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"I'm just going to the shop guys...."
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Aces Mansion
Las Vegas, NV
The scene opens up on a shot of a study. There is a wall lined with books, a bar in another corner, and a nice fireplace against the wall. Of course, since this is Las Vegas in the summer time, the fire isn't lit, but its still stocked with logs so it can be set on at any time. The centerpiece of the room is a big rustic leather armchair just a few feet from the fireplace, and currently sitting inside that armchair is Ace Andrews.
Ace has a small tumbler of scotch on a coffee table by the seat, as well as an ashtray containing a thick cigar which hasn't been lit yet. Ace isn't looking at the camera yet, instead his eyes are glued on a few pieces of paper in his lap. He lifts a page as he reads, idly taking his time to check a few things, and then slowly his gaze lifts up and he seems to spot the camera. Ace watches for a few moments more, and then his gaze shifts back down to linger on the pages before he lets out a soft sigh and closes them, setting the pages on the arm of the chair. Andrews settles back further into his seat, his eyes gazing at the camera again, and while Ace does his best to look relaxed, there is clearly a tension a visible through his whole body. The Corporate Cutthroat takes his time before he starts talking, gathering his thoughts because he wants to make sure he gets this right. Finally though he seems ready and he starts speaking in a quiet but firm voice.
Ace Andrews: "I guess...I guess I should start by saying I'm sorry. Not for Jesse. He got what he deserved. Jesse Drive has been a cancer on PRW for years now. The question wasn't if he would be taken out by one of his peers. The question was who would do it. And I'm glad that it was me. Because that wise-mouthed little shit opened his mouth one time too many, and it cost him his career. Good riddance. I hope you can never wrestle again Jesse. I really do. And on behalf of PRW and its fans, you can kindly go fuck yourself."
"No. I'm sorry because, when I attacked Jesse....I let PRW see a side of me I don't like bringing out. See, when I first came to PRW all I wanted was to get to the top. I believed that the best wrestler in the world held the Undisputed Title. I believed that the title was all it took. And so I went for it. I injured people, I threatened people, I went for power at every chance I got. And I got it all."
"See....you rookies now. You look at me....and you see the Ace Andrews of the last few years. That dude that rocks up sporadically for a nostalgia pop, and oh golly gee gosh, isn't he such fun? Guys like Marshall Cage, Alexander Owens, Rapture, Vincent Knight, even Wulfric....you all see me as that older dude that lives in the past. That is a kindly old relic of what PRW use to be. But he's not a real competitor. He's not a real danger to your spot. Just give him the occasional match and he'll be happy. And I don't....I don't know if I want to lose that."
Ace hesitates for a moment longer and then sighs and sits forward, eyes lingering back on the pages. He glances at them and lets out a sigh, before reaching out to pat it as his gaze flicks back to the camera.
Ace Andrews: "This right here......this is a contract for an Undisputed Title match. Clash of the Titans, live from the brand new Perth Arena in Australia. Ata Tatupu versus Ace Andrews. Signed. Sealed. Delivered. All it needs to be made official is my signature."
Ace looks at it for a moment longer and then glances back at the camera and sighs. Reaching into his pocket, he slips out a fancy ballpoint pen, never missing a chance to show off his affluence, and stares down at the pen as he speaks softly.
Ace Andrews: "In the past....I would have murdered for this opportunity. I would have scaled a mountain of skulls. I would have shot my own father right between the eyes for this chance. I have broken bones. I have ended careers. I have destroyed lives, all just for slight chances at the PRW Undisputed Title. And twice it was worth it. Twice I climbed that mountain. And those moments....holding that title, it was glorious. The greatest feeling in my life."
Ace stares at the pen for a few more moments, and then his gaze flicks upto the camera.
Ace Andrews: "So why can't I sign this contract? Why am I sitting here, pen in hand, and finding myself torn."
Ace sighs and then sets the pen aside, leaning back in his seat again, lifting up his glass with a shaking hand and taking a swig of his scotch. He lets the silence reign for a moment and then his eyes glance back at the camera with a pained look.
Ace Andrews: "For so long I was the coldest, most evil, sonofabitch that ever stepped foot inside a PRW ring. Guys like Alex....Joey....Sean.....Sylvia.....they remember. They remember how bad it can get. They know how bad, and how tunnel visioned I can be when I'm going after the gold. But these past few years I have fought so hard against that. I have tried so hard to become a better person. To become known as one of the best, because I was able to prove it inside those ropes. I still tried to take shortcuts, but they were practically innocent. Like a Wile. E. Acme trap. All you were really waiting for was it to blow up in my face."
"I started to enjoy coming to PRW. I started to enjoy appearing again. Started to wrestle because I loved it. I loved goofing off with the boys on WCW or iPPV. I think....I think I actually started to just enjoy myself. And stupid shit like titles and power didn't matter to me any more. I was just having fun. And yeah I went away and came back, but my heart never left this place. My heart never could leave this place. Because my heart bleeds and thumps PRW."
"So when I got that call a few months ago, asking if I wanted to be at SuperBattle, I jumped. And it could have been just as nostalgic and short as the rest of my visits. Only this time, something changed. This time, I became the hunted. This time someone tried to attack me, and make me an example. Like a Deer Head on their wall."
"Wulfric.....this is all your fault."
"See, the more Wulfric would talk about wanting to end my career. About wanting to hurt me, break me, finish me....the more he fired me up instead. With every single word out of that dirty wolf's mouth, he was pushing me. Prodding me. Looking for the reaction. And the more he pushed, the more that fighting side lit the fuck up. The more he prodded, the more my blood boiled...."
Ace's voice starts to get louder, dropping into a huskier tone as he practically growls at the camera now.
Ace Andrews: "I am Ace fucking Andrews! And the more this arrogant pompous stupid young piece of shit talked about me like I was a fucking after thought, like I was just another victim waiting to be scalped, the worse it got for me. Because I know, I KNOW, I am still the BEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD. I am still the GREATEST wrestler to EVER lace up a pair of boots. And the more That Wolf huffed and puffed, the higher and the deeper my anger grew. And at SummerFest.....you all saw SummerFest....Wulfric Came. He Saw. And he tapped out. Because I once again PROVED I am the best!"
"And then.....then there came my chance to prove it. Jesse Drives throws out an open challenge. Anyone wants to be The Man, you have to beat The Man. It was like fate. And I'm sorry I had to knock out Ata out first, but I needed that shot more. I needed that chance more. I needed to PROVE I was the best. And you all saw it. You all saw me ask him for my shot. I was polite. I was nice. No cheap tricks. No shenanigans."
Ace hesitates and then he's out of his seat and screaming loudly.
Ace Andrews: "AND HE DENIED ME! WHO THE FUCK IS JESSE DRIVE TO DENY ME A FUCKING THING! When he first came here, I was the top dog! When he was spilling blood against JR Judy, who was it that was patting him on the back. Telling him he was a future star. Telling him he could be great. Who was it? IT WAS ME! I pushed Jesse. I made him see that greatness in himself. And when I asked him for a shot, he fucking denies me? No Jesse! I! DENY! YOU! I deny you your title. I deny you your reign. I deny you the ability to EVER wrestle again! Stay in that hospital bed and know that it was ACE ANDREWS that put you there!"
"And Ata.....as for you Ata....."
Ace pauses now, reaching up to run his hands through his hair, calming himself down as best he can before he sits back down and looks at the camera.
Ace Andrews: "This was never suppose to be about you. Only peripherally. This was about respect, not titles. This was about my legacy. And I knew I was going to be punished for that attack on Jesse, and I was okay with that. Its what I deserved. I'm a big man, I'll take it on the chin. But then....then I get the call from the board. I hear about your ultimatum. Its Ace Andrews verus Ata Tatupu, or you walk. And I just....."
Ace looks back over at the contract and his eyes linger for a long few moments. He finally glances back at the camera and his hands reach up to pull at his hair as he sighs.
Ace Andrews: "I don't....I don't want to be that guy again, Ata. I don't want to go back to being that dark sadistic bastard. But I know, if I want to beat you....if I want to be a champion again....I may have no choice."
"And so it becomes a battle for my mind. A battle for my wills. My ability to have fun while wrestling, versus my incessant need for that power, for that gold. I have fought so many wars over the years with Onslaught. I have come up against them time and time and time again. And every time, I leave a bruised and battered man. And now....now your calling me out. Now your making this personal. Your acting like a single brass knuckles shot is the worst shot you have ever taken."
"This wasn't about you, Ata. THIS! WASNT! ABOUT YOU! But now.....now it is."
Ace turns and pcks up the pages, flicking to the last page and scribbling down his signature. His eyes flicker back to the camera and he watches for a moment before speaking softly.
Ace Andrews: "This is what you wanted. No matter what else happens, just remember Ata.....this is what you wanted."
And with that Ace reaches forward and flicks off the camera, the scene quickly shutting to black.
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- JoeyNox
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Thats Ace. He's the guy who shows up once every leapyear and dazzles us with his likable characters and slick accent
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