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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Mar 16, 2024 8:34:37 GMT -6
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Post by acesky on Mar 21, 2024 11:38:47 GMT -6
Ace Sky speaks in a run on sentence fashion, he has a particularly peculiar voice that is like modern movie version Sonic The Hedgehog( on speed X 2 ) with a little bit of Texas twang when he gets excited or angry.
Ace Sky
I’ve climbed many rungs of the ladder in life because to sayers of the world intuition is seen as indignation just as determination is seen as delusion. They testify there is a toxicity in tenacity, arrogance in ambition. They clip your wings lest you fly too close to the sun. I am a doer, a go-getter. By three years old I had three goals in life:
Pro wrestler
Martial arts master
Astronaut.
I achieved two out of three, so ain’t too shabby.
At certain points in time people like me were locked in the looney-bin , these brilliant minds, artists they were undoubtedly unhinged I don’t deny that , that is why I feel so fortunate in my life, for whatever verbal kick-back I ever received it has been impossible to stop me physically. I went from the soccer field and gymnastics mat to the Taekwondo dojo and amateur wrestling mat to trampolines, boxing rings and self made rings, to rings so unkempt I am incredulous to this day how I avoided ringworm and HPV, to the most beautiful rings in the UK, Japan by my early 20’s.
I became a black belt in Taekwondo on my 10th birthday, licensed as a pro wrestler on my 15th birthday and a global superstar by 25. Unfortunately at 25 my body began to break down as well as my spirit by the corrupt corporate cult that infested this sport centuries into it’s existence creating arbitrary attributes of a “ superstar”. I am NOT a superstar, I am a wrestler. You can put me in a time machine back to the early days with the Greeks and Romans and . I would stand among them as one of the elite despite my lack of size.
I may not have always been the best role mode and I have times where my ego was extreme, my hubris made me a douchebag and I hated looking that dude in the mirror however I NEVER turned my back on the fans, everything I do is for the people, the people who work their asses off all week and spend some of their hard earned cash for me to entertain their family. That is what makes it all worth it. They can disagree with my views on cannabis and the war on drugs and critiques of capitalistic evils because we all can agree that wrestling, martial arts – combat entertainment in general is AWESOME!
My opponent is a fantastic wrestler, it’s guys like him in this industry that keep pushing me to get better, I search to soar above the specimens like him.
I am undeniable, unflappable, a rapscallion-rascal. I am an oddity prodigy who became a commodity. I will reach the top rung and grab the championship, and add it to my collection. Recently I have been tag champion in UWL. cruiserweight champion in IK0N. I will be National Champion.
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Post by roguehorsemen on Mar 26, 2024 10:04:29 GMT -6
{The screen static jumps and we find ourselves in a darkened room with the "Black Swan" himself, Caine Marik, sitting on a chair with his head down and his long dark hair hanging down over his face}
Caine: I will admit one thing freely to you, Ace Sky, and that is you paint one very pretty picture with your words every time that you speak and you speak with such a powerful conviction that one has trouble doubting your words.
Problem is that your words cannot carry too far in this industry, which is something that I've taught you time and time again...haven't I?
I soar high above you, Ace, because like I've told you time and time again...I was simply born *BETTER* than you because of my parents were complete and total *BASTARDS* in this industry. I mean my father was the self-styled "King of Professional Wrestling" in the Frontier Wrestling Alliance and for a good reason, as he ground out the hours on the road with my mother right there next to him, busting his ass until he eventually became the monster in the ring that he knew he would eventually become. Spiking one troublesome opponent's head through the ring after another until he was stacking world titles into his trophy case like they where cord wood.
And my mother, she worked just as hard in an industry where you could only find serious women wrestlers on the indy scene, broken and bleeding right alongside the guys and that's where she also made her bones in this industry...as I grew up alongside my older brother in the locker rooms and arenas across this world, I learned everything that I needed to about everyday life from the classrooms in schools from Borger Texas to Calgary Alberta Canada to even a short time in Cairo Egypt and beyond...but I also learned by sitting quietly in the locker rooms filled with oily smoke, rivers of booze and painkillers...sitting with legends of the past and listening to how they put away their opponents time and time again without fail.
{At this moment, Caine flips his head up and we see the dark eyes of the "Black Swan" glaring hard at the camera and beyond that, into the very soul of Ace Sky}
Caine: That is the kinds of things that I have learned growing up in my lifetime, Ace. Not only am I a Marik, but I am also a Slayton which means that I have that double shot of intense and sinister talent because the mind of a Slayton is always full of twisting and sinister ideas...of doing things to an opponent that no sane or "polite" person would ever think about doing to somebody else in that wrestling ring.
But not a Marik...
...Not a Slayton...
...and most certainly not *ME*!!
Because in order to get what I want and "that" being in this case the ECWF National Championship, I will use that very ladder in ways that would make Ed Gein cry with how beautiful the sadistic and twisted acts is going to be...and I promise you Ace that is exactly what's going to happen if you try and stop me from taking what's rightfully mine and Ace, I'm so sick and tired of people doing the stupid thing and trying to come between *ME* and what's *MINE*, all because they have some stupid and inane concept that they are the "rightful" or "true" champion of this company.
{Caine slowly turns his head as he casts his eyes about the room that he's in, his tone becomes darker...more hatefilled yet casual when he speaks next}
Caine: I don't even know why I'm still here, to be honest. I'm too much of a true artist, unhinged or otherwise, to be stuck in such a backwards company that would much rather have a no talent fucking *HACK* like John Blade or Kevin Hunter be their champion than someone like *ME*...someone with a legit PEDIGREE where professional wrestling is regarded.
But I guess to each their own, huh Ace?
If things were up to me, I'd completely purge the championship history of Heather Haze from the ECWF. It did this company no good to allow a fucking AV Star to hold it's most prestigious prize for so long when it could've been held by someone with much more star power such as either myself, Dan Anderson, or even Jay Reynolds.
No, it chose to allow someone who'd rather do all of her title "defenses" on her bloody back...but again, that's neither here nor there is it?
No...this is about me, you, and the National title at Starcade.
This is about how REAL *WRESTLERS* go about doing shit in this industry and while I might bash your wrestling style because you are trying to copy Stephanie Matsuda's Lucharesu style, I cannot find a fault in the fact that you are much more incredibly dedicated to this profession that you sir, make much love to it with such a passion.
But in the end, your passion cannot stand before my faith nor fury and at the pay per view, I'm going to tear you the fuck apart, Ace. I'm going to do things to you involving that very ladder that you're going to question if you should continue being in this company because of the odds that you'll have to step into the ring against me ever *AGAIN*!
{Caine then fixes the camera with a truly sinister smile}
Caine: THAT...and so many other things is the reason why yet again when you step into that ring with me at Starcade, you're going to come out the loser and I will walk out your *NEW* Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation National Heavyweight *CHAMPION*!! Not because you lack the level of talent to exist at the level needed to be a champion anywhere, because I feel that in Supreme Championship Wrestling or New Frontier Wrestling, maybe you might have a chance...but right here, in ECWF, against *ME*...you don't stand a fucking chance in hell because I operate at such a higher level than you, I'm surprised that you can even fucking see me, son.
My own brothers in the Rogues might be questioning my heart...my desire...my very FUCKING *reason* FOR *BEING*!!!!
But you...you shouldn't question this, Ace.
You shouldn't deny nor question this because you...you know better and for that, you've earned at least an iota of my respect, Ace.
But at Starcade, all that iota of respect will buy you a single measure of relief in our match...because if you were Kevin Hunter, I'd wipe that fucking arrogant little smirk off of his face by slamming it through every single wall in that entire goddamn arena!!
So be *thankful*....that you're not Kevin Hunter, Ace.
Be thankful....and be mindful that at Starcade, your best odds of survival in this match...is to stay the *fuck* out of my way.
{Caine then suddenly gets up and walks away as the camera static jumps to black}
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