Post by Aaron Pace™ on Jan 5, 2017 21:26:12 GMT -5
Aaron had been waiting for this day for sometime. Throughout Christmas, all he could think about was his upcoming match with Caroline Burchill.. Aaron had been prepping, he hadn't even focused on the Holiday season as much as others may have due to the looming threat of a wrestling match. It wasn't due to any sort of fear or anything of the sort, but rather, he had to focus. He knew what was coming, he realized what sort of danger Caroline Burchill presented. He knew he had to be ready for a fight and he had been ready for some time now. He was itching to get things going, he was ready to take that next big step, make that next climb up the ladder of the Alpha Cup. But most of all, he was ready to stomp the fingers of Caroline Burchill and knock her back off the ladder, completely. He felt confident, after all, she was trying to do too much at once. She couldn't win em all, and he was going to see to it that whether she wins the tournament in Redemption Wrestling or not... She wasn't going to clean sweep across companies, not on his watch.
Aaron sat on the tailgate of a truck that was in the parking lot at tonight's arena, right in Columbus, Ohio of course. He sat there looking back at the nonsense that was on the truck, he had no idea whose it happened to be and he couldn't really get over how rural some of this stuff looked. Fortunately, he didn't have to muse on this too long before a camera decided to appear as if by act of god!
[ A A R O N ]
“Now Caroline, I have to give credit where credit is due. You said a relatively nice thing, you did! You really did! You said I have something promising within me and that's real nice, that's real sweet of you!
But for me? I've been a little less than a gentleman towards you, and I usually don't do that.
I'm a beacon of virtue, a role model for the not just the wrestling world but the entire world. But you know, this whole wrestling thing, it's sort of dog eat dog, stab your friends in the back to survive kind of thing and well. You can dress up all the words you want, make them sound real pretty, but we aren't friends, and I will stab you in the back for a lot less.. But – I can be a gentleman about it, I suppose? We both know what's going to happen, though, no use arguing about it. See, I sensed it with your promo, you're just a little bit fastidious, aren't you? You're real careful, real careful to try to say things with this peculiar double meaning to them. You're complimentary, but at the same time you back that up with things about how you're a veteran, how you've been where I am and fell from where I am in the past. But that somehow means you have my number, right?”
He didn't quite seem to believe that, leaning forward as he adjusted the blue suit jacket he wore. He peered into the lens of the camera with a rather passionate expression across his face.
[ A A R O N ]
“That's all well and good but, I might not have been around the block in this business as much as you? But the thing is – everyone's a veteran these days, everyone's wrestled all over and uses that whole 'I'm that much higher up the ladder than you because I've jerked the curtain at Clown School Wrestling' excuse but it means jack.. See my reality in this business has always been that it is not how long you've done it, how many times you've done it, but rather it is about how good you are. It is about the talent you have and lady, they call me TMNT and it for damn sure isn't a reference to the turtles but it's about me having 'too much natural talent'.
You said as much yourself that this whole thing? It's about you having something to prove.
For all that whole braggadocios nonsense about you being the tough girl, I think I even saw you call yourself 'Bitchell' once, clever by the way... But for all of that? You still care what all the invalids and mouth breathers think of you, you care about how the world perceives your career. You choose to let people define you that have no business doing so, and honestly? That's a shame and no that isn't me knocking you. See, I feel bad for you. You've been beaten down and broken down by the world of professional wrestling to the point you actually worry about what people think.
You say you were just like me. We were never alike.
You claim to be a predator on the hunt, but the only hunt you seem to be on is the hunt for everyone validating you. This Alpha Cup is your attempt to be validated before the world, it's your dream that with that big 'w' you'll finally get the endorsement you feel you deserve. You need to win this because it's not about actually succeeding, it's about proving to people that don't matter in the first place that your career is valid, that you are valid.”
Suddenly he lifted the whistle he had become known for in recent memory to his lips, blowing on it loudly as he shook his head.
[ A A R O N ]
“Eh-eh! See, this isn't about having something to prove to me, I know I'm the best. I know it in my heart of hearts that one day right real soon I'll be on the top of the Alpha Wrestling Empire because toots, I'm the Alpha Male of the AWE! I'm the Ace that Sets the Pace and I've said it before, I'll say it again, I'm so far ahead of the pack and you're somewhere in the background stopping to see if everyone likes what you did so you can get that gratification of them patting you on the back. But Aaron Pace needs no pats on the back, I need one thing and that's to beat you.
I'm not saying this to be mean, we all are who we are.
You go shake some hands, you kiss some babies, you do what you have to do to hope one day these people finally notice you. But I'm going to do something that gets actual results. The difference between you and me? Somewhere along the way, you started to think all you need to do is tell them how good you are, and beg for them to see. Me? I don't beg, I tell em, and I damn sure show em! Meanwhile, you're taking on this and that stupid minor league tournament over in Redemption to try to cry out to the world 'I'm good guys, for real!' but your words are falling on deaf ears, meanwhile everyone knows how amazing I am.
I'm going to illuminate you tonight Caroline, I'm going to expand your horizons and most of all? I'm going to educate you. You don't need to play that sad, tired old desperation card. All you need to do is open your eyes and see.
You just need to be more like me, and less like you. Maybe once you've been beaten down, destroyed, battered and the like.. Maybe, just maybe you can take this loss to me as inspiration. You can finally become the best you that you can be, and not the best you that they want you to be.
Help me help you.”
He shrugged as he looked into the camera, a not so serious expression on his face. In fact – one could argue he wasn't really being affected by the weight of this situation as much as he perhaps should have been. Nonetheless, he turned and stepped away from the camera, briefly mouthing the words 'think about it' as he backed off. Would Caroline help him help her? Would she lose and finally learn a lesson? It was the season for giving, after all!
Having left off previously with an inspirational message, things pick up later on in a locker room where Aaron's aide, Abcde stood. Aaron looked over at him and grinned.
[ A A R O N ]
“Remember how I told you I was bringing on more help?”
[ ABCDE ]
“Yeah well fuck you too, I don't need this job..”
Alfie spoke out, having been fed up with the mistreatment. Though little did he know that Aaron didn't quite plan on firing him, but had an entirely different plan for this group around him.
[ A A R O N ]
“... I'm not firing you, dude, I was saying I'm bringing on someone else.”
He was a bit dumbfounded at the sudden outpouring of emotion from Abcde. The guy had always been seemingly annoyed with the work Aaron made him do, but now he cared?!
[ ABCDE ]
“... Oh..”
[ A A R O N ]
“... Yeah... This is awkward.”
[ ABCDE ]
“Pretend this never happened?”
[ A A R O N ]
“Sure..”
An awkward silence overtook the room as they exchanged weird glances, neither sure where to go from here. It required one of them having the nerve to change the subject after that moment of weirdness betwixt the two of them.
[ A A R O N ]
“Now... I'd like to introduce you to my agent, he's kind of like Ari Gold from Entourage.”
Finally picking up the nerve to change the subject from that whole awkward exchange from moments ago.. Better that than stick around on the same subject, he thought as he began to explain this individual he was bringing on.
[ ABCDE ]
“What's his name? This is just going to be some stereotypical Jewish guy right?”
[ A A R O N ]
“Well, you're about to find out... Goose?! Come on in!”
A smallish gentleman in a suit and tie came walking in, he had a bit of a large hairdo going on and he seemed to look a little sickly. This gentleman walked in and looked between them, a cheesy, confident smile across his face. He looked like someone you'd see hawking his services on a local television station in some cheap ad.
[ GUSTAVO ]
“It's Gustavo, Aaron..”
[ A A R O N ]
“Whatever you say, Goose.. Anyway, Alfie, he's here to maximize my marketability. See, we're about to expand the Aaron Pace brand worldwide..”
They clearly had a big vision, both of them all smiles as they looked over at Alfie. It certainly seemed like the group surrounding Aaron was growing, but whether that was good or bad was another question entirely.
[ ABCDE ]
“You're a brand now?”
[ GUSTAVO ]
“He is. We're about to evolve Aaron Pace from Aaron Pace the wrestler to... Aaron Pace™”
He spoke the letters 'TM' as if they were to be included on the name Aaron Pace. It was a bit strange to speak them but, he was the agent after all.
[ A A R O N ]
“I've always wanted to be a trademark..”
With that rather strange note, the scene faded out.. Was Aaron Pace on the precipice of not just becoming a trademark, but evolving into his greatest form as he overtook Caroline Burchill and took another step towards the Alpha Cup?!
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