Post by Aaron Pace™ on Nov 30, 2016 1:42:22 GMT -5
The world of professional wrestling had been in an uproar about the Alpha Wrestling Empire as of late. Everyone had heard about it somewhere whether it was from random individuals on the street, your mom, your pops, that guy on the street corner that always tries to sell you a Rolex that looks rather sketchy. Everyone who was anyone was trying to tell the world that Alpha Wrestling Empire was the place to be. But it wasn't really, not yet, but it would be.. Aaron Pace had signed with the AWE and this guy, well he was someone with a metric ton of buzz surrounding him. Now he was set to debut in the Alpha Cup and it was stacked to the brim with competition... would this Aaron Pace fellow impress or would he go down into the history books along with the numerous other talents with a bit of hype behind them that fizzled out before they could get going?!
Aaron had gotten off his plane that morning in Elmira, New York, the location of the next episode of Saturday Night Massacre. He found the name to be a bit too on the nose and he often wondered how they acquired any sort of sponsors via that. It sounded so barbaric to him and while wrestling was full of barbarians, it was people like him that would lead the business somewhere special. Somewhere where try hard 'edgy' types weren't in the fold... He sat on the floor as he waited for a guy whom he'd hired to carry his bags to get things moving, the kid was a young wrestler, couldn't of been no more than twenty something and this was probably the closest thing wrestling had to an 'internship'.
[ A A R O N ]
“Move it! Come on, you're so slow, what's takin ya?!”
He was clearly highly energetic, he was like a powder keg waiting to explode and this guy was taking up his sweet, sweet time. He stood up and waited, pacing around in place as the guy dragged all of his material possessions he'd chosen to bring onto the sidewalk.
[ BAG BOY ]
“... Mr. Pace, in my defense, I'm carrying a bunch of your luggage and you're carrying well... nothing.”
Aaron just looked annoyed at him. Everything sounded like excuses and bullshit when you found yourself in a hurry. He couldn't help it, there was a sense of excitement in the air. A feeling of accomplishment in just making it this far, but he had to make it that much further. He had to get in the ring and he had to win and he knew this kid didn't understand that.
[ A A R O N ]
“... You listen here you damn dirty ape.. what was your name again?”
He spoke in an annoyed tone of voice as he gazed at the man who was carrying his bags. Was it a bit questionable to allow someone to carry your personal belongings when you didn't even know their name? Most definitely and yet, here he was still doing just that.
[ BAG BOY ]
“Abcde.”
Apparently it was pronounced 'A-be-sity', which confused the hell out of Aaron. He stood there for a moment, scratching his chin. If his issue had been the man being slow, well, it certainly didn't help to stop him for this.
[ A A R O N ]
“How do you spell that?”
[ ABCDE ]
“A-B-C-D-E.”
The young man spelled this out as if he were repeating the first five letters of the alphabet, this of course didn't sound correct to Aaron, who believed this man just thought he happened to be an idiot or something. He found himself annoyed, glaring over toward him, insulted that he didn't think he knew the alphabet.
[ A A R O N ]
“... F-G-H-I-J-K. I know, I'm asking how you spell your name?”
[ ABCDE ]
“That's it.”
[ A A R O N ]
“Wow... well, uh, god your parents must suck... I'm nicknaming you Alfie after the alphabet, now come on or you won't live to see your Christmas story when I put your eye out.”
The references were a mile a minute, obviously referencing a Christmas Story, a popular film for the holidays and further threatening this man in the same sentence. This seemed to be the thing the young man needed though as he immediately gained some new jump in his step.
[ ALFIE ]
“Okay, okay... Just please let me carry your stuff, I need to pay my dues.”
[ A A R O N ]
“Oh you will, but first, stop yapping. I've gotta get myself in the right head space, big match tonight, Alfie. Daddy's takin' that Alpha Cup.”
The guy needed to hang around the business considering he was a rookie and Aaron was offering him the outlet, but at the same time, he didn't need any distractions. He needed to focus on the future and right now the future was that Alpha Cup and him being the one to hold onto that thing. He would too, or at least, he believed that to most definitely be the case.
[ ALFIE ]
“Your dad is in it?”
[ A A R O N ]
“SHUT UP ALFIE, GOD.”
He yelled out as he rushed off into his room and waited for the man to move it. He had no time to stand around and wait, he needed a game plan and he needed it now. The question was, what would that game plan be? The one thing he knew for certain was that this 'S.O.B' fellow would come looking for a fight, he'd come ready to fight, claw and scratch his way to the Alpha Cup. The thing was, Aaron Pace was prepared, prepared to be that much better than the competition.. Question was, would that all pan out or would he join the leagues of wrestlers who didn't live up to their hype?
Eventually we pick up with Aaron Pace spinning around in a desk chair, twirling around as he sat at a desk with a laptop on it. He seemed to either be bored, or simply passing the time. When the cameras caught up to him, he slowly turned towards it and offered that devilish grin we would all come to know and love (or in some cases loathe). He turned his attention to the camera and leaned over towards it, stretching a bit as he let out a sigh.
[ A A R O N ]
“It's that time, that time before every wrestlers debut with a company where lesser people, lesser men would be feeling butterflies in their stomach..”
He said with a little laugh, shrugging as he proceeded to prop his feet up on a nearby footstool. He sat there as he chewed on his gum lightly, contemplating what to say next..
[ A A R O N ]
“But unlike most people, I'm Aaron Pace and all of you... well, I call you 'normies'.. you just can't keep up. Right now I know what you're all thinking, you don't know me, you haven't seen me around nor do you have any idea what it is I am capable of when it comes to in ring competition. But trust me, trust me that soon enough you'll see why I am setting the pace not just for Alpha Wrestling Empire but this business as a whole. You'll see why I am the Alpha Male of the Alpha Wrestling Empire. What exactly is my 'challenge' in this first round of the cup, anyway? A guy by the name of 'S. O. B'.. If that's even your real name..
We're in two entirely different divisions, you're Resilience, and I am Paramount.. Now I know the narrative you little resilience kids are trying to play is that this whole thing presents us as equals. That this entire contest of the Alpha Cup puts us all on equal footing... Eh-eh! You're going to be the first to find out but you won't be the last that there's no such thing as equal footing with Aaron Pace. I've worked my ass off to get here and it still looks damn fine after the fact and if you think you're going to get your grubby little booger hooks on my Alpha Cup? If you think you're even going to make it to the next level? You're wrong, because surprise, the final boss is here for you on level one.”
Aaron leaned over toward the camera, speaking methodically as he glared into it. A hint of viciousness in his tone. He was serious, entirely so. No games, no nothing. He cut the man down in just a few words but it seemed he still had more to say.
[ A A R O N ]
“Same goes for these other invalids in this Alpha Cup too, so don't think you're special, 'cause while you might be in the head? You ain't that special in life there, buckaroo. See I walk the walk and I talk the talk, all of you people in this tournament might think you're Jack but this giant isn't coming down from the top of the stalk. I'm gonna crush each and everyone of ya underneath my boot whether it's SOB, whether it's that chameleon Drew Stevenson, that idiot Erron Wilder, or any of ya. Alpha Wrestling Empire is where I belong, Alpha Wrestling Empire is my home and guess what? Daddy's home and he's here to take his share, and my share is what I say it is. So I'll start with the Alpha Cup, but you guys? Thanks for comin', sorry ya had to come all this way for nothing but if it's any consolation – I'll do much more than any of you would with it.
You'll have to find another cup to sip 'sizzurp' from, or whatever it is you do, SOB – and yeah, I'm sure all of you think that's racist but look at who I'm talking about. African American people are proud, strong, wonderful people and here we have a man whose name is a clear reference to being a 'Son of a Bitch'. You think you're a role model that people can look up to, to set a stand for this company? You think you're the kind of person this business needs or this company needs? Let me tell you, you're not. I'm going to inspire a generation of professional wrestlers through my workmanship and incomparable skill.. You might see your name as ironic, I see you as an old stereotype that needs to be cut down... There's a better world comin' SOB..
You're just not going to be a part of it.”
He wagged his finger towards the camera as if he were shaming him for existing in 2016 as a stereotypical African American.
[ A A R O N ]
“In the first round of the Alpha Cup, I'm going to start by educating SOB and inspiring the masses. All of you ladies and yes, I called you men in this thing ladies to demoralize and demean you. You might want to reconsider your career choices here right real soon.
'Cause Aaron Pace... he's here to leave you all in the dust. You guys take this time, get yourselves right with that, listen to some soothing ocean sounds, maybe read a peaceful book, do whatever you can to get zen.. Then sit back and for once you losers open your eyes, sit and gawk at what I'm about to do.
See you real soon.”
The camera caught a glimpse of him smiling, a edited effect making his shiny, bright white teeth sparkle even brighter and then a quick wink to the camera to end the scene in its entirety..
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