Post by Aaron Pace™ on Nov 21, 2016 1:10:49 GMT -5
CHARACTER INFORMATION
REAL NAME: Aaron Michael Pace
RING NAME: Aaron Pace
NICKNAME(S): Mr. TMNT [Too Much Natural Talent]. Pace Mountain. The Aristocrat. The Ace.
PICTURE BASE: Eli Drake.
AGE: 27
HEIGHT: 6'4”
WEIGHT: 240 lbs
ENTRANCE MUSIC: “More Than You Can Chew” by Corroded
HOMETOWN: Bitter End, Tennessee
HAILS FROM: Bitter End, Tennessee
ALIGNMENT:
Principled Heel - Twisted ethics, has a reason for their actions. ex. Jake The Snake Roberts, Triple H, Bret Hart;
TWITTER @: @aaronsetthepace
SALARY: $6,000 a Match
POPULARITY:
PRIMARY FIGHTING STYLE: Powerhouse.
SECONDARY FIGHTING STYLE: Striker.
IN-RING STRENGTHS: Very methodical with his in ring work, he's a snake looking to strike whenever and wherever he can. He'll cheat, lie, or out wrestle if backed into a corner. He'll do whatever it takes to succeed, no matter what that might be.
IN-RING WEAKNESSES: He's too handsome. Everyone wants to punch in his pretty face. He's also a bit too focused on showboating and often will taunt far too much. His in ring style could be less flashy than the others, this, in turn, elicits hateful reactions from the crowd.
PERSONALITY AND GIMMICK:
Aaron is as egotistical as they come, often times showboating throughout his matches and generally succumbing to various obnoxious habits. He'll often blow his whistle to the point you'll feel like your ears are about to bleed (yes, he carries a whistle). He likes to annoy his opponents to give himself an edge. Despite that, he's incredibly vicious and will rip and tear into his opponents when given an opening.
He's also particularly cautious, preferring to wrestle a less flashy style in comparison to 'indie darlings', believing himself to be a superstar. Not a 'flippy dude' and often holds prejudice views against people of that sort, though, not to the point of his detriment. He knows when and where to align and what cards to play and when it's only a matter of using them at the appropriate times.
BIOGRAPHY:
Some historians say Aaron Pace has appeared throughout history with the earliest documented appearances being when dinosaurs walked the lands. Those people would be liars and terrible at their jobs. No, the correct approach would be that Aaron Pace began in the late 2000's where he began working for various indies as a manager due to a natural charisma, adopting the use of a whistle in which he used to annoy various wrestlers through the matches. He'd also made various appearances as a plant in the crowd in Deathcore Wrestling, being used to get some people over while he learned the craft. Though he began quickly turning heads in his manager role, but this of course was just a way for him to gain a presence while he trained, and fortunately, training paid off.
He quickly took to the business, though while some would prefer showing off through matches, he began to take a less flashy, more powerful and cerebral style. While wrestling was a strength that he put a lot of work into, it was a propensity for talking that brought him to the race and one that keeps him in the race. Now he looks to enter the AWE not just to conquer one division, but to scout the others and find someone to coach to success in them, therefore gaining the best of both worlds...
ACCOMPLISHMENTS: (Past titles, glories, and notable career moments, if any.)
RING ATTIRE: In ring, he typically wears a simple pair of white tights with his logo in black over them which of course features his name. This also includes matching knee pads and boots. While on the way to the ring he wears a white vest featuring a similar logo and hood.
PREFERRED DIVISION: Paramount.
MOVESET
STANDARD MOVES: (No Less Than 10, and No More than 20)
T-Bone Suplex
German Suplex
Belly to Belly Suplex
Eye Rake
Running Knee
Swinging Neckbreaker
Gut Wrench Suplex
Running Clothesline
Power Slam
Samoan Drop
Gorilla Press
Running Boot to Corner Seated Opponent
Repeated Shoulder Thrusts in Corner
SIGNATURE MOVES: (No More Than 5)
BITTER ENDING [Cross Arm Bar]
THE WHISTLEBLOWER [STO Backbreakers repeated multiple times while Aaron lifts opponent and whistles in their ear after each.]
Chokebomb to mat followed up by push ups with hand wrapped around opponents throat, all the while repeatedly blowing his whistle in their face.
FINISHER(S): (No More Than 2)
THE PACEMAKER [Gory Special Reverse STO]
THE CHANGE OF PACE [Spinning Sitout Pedigree]
MANAGER INFORMATION
NAME: None.
PICTURE BASE: None.
PERSONALITY TRAITS AND TENDENCIES: None.
INTERFERENCE/INVOLVEMENT TENDENCIES: None.
HANDLER INFORMATION
NAME: Shawn AGE: 25
CONTACT DETAILS: DM, Skype, Board, however.
SAMPLE ROLE-PLAY
Brennan had been away from the Boardwalk for a short time as far as wrestling went, taking his time as a major part of the Manifest Destiny tournament. But now it was time to come back and defend the championship he had worked so hard to earn, and make no mistake, he had earned it. While it was popular to pretend he hadn't, the list of people he had defeated far outweighed most. The man had been on a tear, ripping through the roster at a rate no one else seemed to be able to, only to save everyone as he chose to focus on Manifest Destiny instead. He had torn through them all, outlasting all of his own until he was the last surviving representative of Boardwalk Wrestling left.. He was the very last man to be left alive in this thing but not only that, but he had to potentially meet a man he could end up facing in Manifest Destiny a few weeks early... as he would be stepping into the ring with Terrorfex in the elimination match, not even discounting Jan van der Roost, Zach Rizza, and Ramona..
All of them had certain qualities that made them well adjusted in ring competitors in their own right.
Whether it was the veteran in van der Roost, or the unrefined but slowly reaching his potential Zach Rizza, or the feminine wiles and abundantly talented Ramona... Then you had Terrorfex, a man who had stood on top of the Strike Towers mountain and he was looking to conquer Boardwalk in a similar fashion. But of course – the biggest task in front of them all was Brennan Devlin. While Devlin had been put down in various ways, there was no taking away how good he'd been, how he had proven himself in both Boardwalk and the Manifest Destiny tournament. He had outlasted all of the heroes Boardwalk had to offer, he had beaten the majority of the Boardwalk roster and was in the process of making the rounds once more... but the first stop was retaining the Atlantic City Championship as a solo act this time, something people had called into question of him being able to do.. People had complained with this idea that he had somehow made the referee's decision for him at Anarchy in the UK, and all other sorts of bland conspiracy theories. But now... people would get what they want, one champion...
That champion would be Brennan Devlin, but you all already know that.
Brennan sat in a chair in his hair dressers studio, with Vontavio currently getting all up in his hair, making sure the man looked splendid for his upcoming week. The man had some big things ahead of him, a championship defense and an attempt to push forward into the finals of the Manifest Destiny tournament!
VONTAVIO:
“Boo, I'm just saying, you've got a lot to do this week. Don't burn yourself out, focus on one thing and put your mind on that.”
Vontavio had always been able to pull himself back from things in a way and see Brennan in a light most weren't willing to speak up about. Brennan had been signed to Boardwalk since December of 2015, everything was starting to add up and Vontavio could see that.. But Brennan had refused to give up.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“See, everyone keeps saying that but, I can't let anyone like /them/ have my spot... It's not that easy.”
He had this need to remain on top of Boardwalk Wrestling. He couldn't just allow anyone to take his place, he felt like he meant too much to Boardwalk. He was a figurehead, a man who could pick up Boardwalk on his shoulders and carry it. There were many people on the roster who simply couldn't, but, Brennan? While Vontavio had given him something to think about, nothing could replace the idea in his mind that there was no other option than keeping his gold.
VONTAVIO:
“You wanna be the best in the wrestling world, focus on Manifest Destiny. You wanna be the best in Boardwalk, focus on Atlantic City, it's that simple.”
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“But I want everything..”
It would have been easy to focus on one, give up on another... but Brennan refused to let go or just give up, he refused to relent for any reason. Achievements, accomplishments made the man in professional wrestling and right now? All Brennan wanted was to add more accolades, he thought to himself as Vontavio finished up his hair..
VONTAVIO:
“You're only human, Brennan, even someone as talented as you can't do everything..”
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“But I..”
Vontavio meant well, attempting to reason with a man he considered a great friend. The toll of a wrestler was well known, having to often take on a workload that really put a hurt on them, especially in Brennan’s case. Guys like Brennan who overachieved often allowed themselves to fizzle out and Vontavio didn't wish that to happen to a guy like Devlin..
VONTAVIO:
“You've pushed yourself like no one else on the Boardwalk roster. You know I'm right, and you're going to keep pushing yourself till you get hurt..”
He kept listening to his hairdresser and his attempts to reason, but – Brennan found himself incapable of stopping. He couldn't just quit, he was in the middle of a journey that would lead to him being legendary... stopping it early wasn't a part of his plan, nor would it ever be. He just needed to figure things out and put together a plan that would lead him to coming out on top of both occasions..
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“You don't know what I'm capable of... no one does. You've only all saw a sample of the skill and ability I possess.. I'll show you, I'll show everybody..”
Devlin stood up and started to walk away from the scene, pushing open the door and heading out. His hair looked glorious and so did his rear end, but, he had to focus on other things. The man had had it with those nay saying him, attempting to prove that he was incapable... who were they to tell him what he could or could not do?
VONTAVIO:
“Brennan! I didn't mean to... ugh... thank god for that ass.”
Devlin left the scene completely and went to his vehicle, shaking his head in anger. Vontavio was left in his shop getting back to work. Devlin hopped in his ride, starting up the car and driving off, figuring he had to get his head in the right place. How dare anyone nay say him, right? He was the Face of Wrestling, he was the man who had picked Boardwalk up and ascended the ladder... nobody would stop him, no one..
Eventually, Brennan arrived home and laid down on his bed, resting as he looked up at the ceiling. He had so much work ahead of him, he realized that. Everything was coming down to these next few weeks, everything was about to come to a head and he had to do numerous things in such a short span of time. Keep his championship, move into another round of Manifest Destiny and then win Manifest Destiny in the final... It was too much for any normal man, but Brennan Devlin was far, far from a normal man.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“... Who's to say I can't have it all? Everything I want is within my grasp... everything..”
Brennan said to himself as he began to fall asleep on his bed, growing more and more fatigued as time went on. He pulled a body pillow into his arms and napped, he was so tired, worn down from everything and still felt like he was thousands of times better than all of his competition. You just couldn't keep the man down, but right now? Right now he was drifting off to dreamland...
In his dream, he was taken back to a time of when he was a kid, outside near his swing set with his sister. They were hanging out, with Brennan walking around playing with a toy air plane only to stop when he wanted a turn on the swing.. He immediately shoved his little sister off the swing set and caused her to land hilariously on her face, before he hopped on and began swinging back and forth. His mother came running out almost instantly..
BRENNAN'S MOM:
“What did you do?!”
His sister laid on the ground bawling her eyes out while Brennan sat on the swing, just slowly swaying back and forth as if he had won. The kid had a sort of cocky charisma about him, even then, but it wasn't enough to get him out of trouble. His mother helping up his little sister and helping check her for scrapes.
KID BRENNAN:
“I wanted a turn.”
It was selfish, but Brennan had a bit of a selfish streak about him, even as a kid. He'd never been taught not to covet the things others held, and this fostered a greed within him that had sort of helped build him into the man he was today. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't the greatest thing in the world to have inside of you, but this was all a part of who Brennan had been shaped into being throughout his life... His avarice knew no bounds.
BRENNAN'S MOM:
“Your sister was using that, you're grounded mister, apologize to your sister then go to your room!”
Brennan was outraged. Grounded?! He got punished a lot as a kid, despite being pampered, at first anyway, it always seemed like he was getting a mixed message. His parents loved him so much as the first kid they'd had, but then, if he did something wrong, they punished but it never lasted. Often forgiven almost immediately, he'd never gotten into the idea of there being a repercussion for his actions..
KID BRENNAN:
“Mom! Come on! She's got to get used to this, dad said she'll be lucky to get a boyfriend with a good job that'll also hit her in the face!”
BRENNAN'S MOM:
“ROOM! Now. Also don't listen to your father... Read the bible.”
Brennan started to walk away, shuffling his feet only to turn around and glance toward his mother. He looked at her, giving her those puppy dog eyes as he tried to garner some sort of sympathy out of her about everything.
KID BRENNAN:
“But mom..”
BRENNAN'S MOM:
“READ IT!”
Eventually, Brennan made his way to his room. He was still pretty young at the time, and he wasn't about to read the bible. But – he sat there on his bed thinking about what he'd done, was he so wrong? He'd just been taking what he wanted. The door of his room creaked open, and his mom’s voice said softly through the crack in the frame..
BRENNAN'S MOM:
“Brennan, honey, I need to talk to you.”
KID BRENNAN:
“Here to yell at me some more?”
The younger Devlin said as he flopped over on his race car bed, thinking about what he'd 'done wrong'. The kid just didn't get it as well as he probably should've, he had been a bit pampered up to this point and it really seemed to show. What did this dream have to do with the present? We'd soon find out as all would become extremely clear..
BRENNAN'S MOM:
“No, I'm here to talk about what you did to your sister..”
KID BRENNAN:
“I just wanted the swing.”
He was so spoiled he couldn't see right from wrong in this situation. Wasn't it right to conquer those who had something you wanted? He couldn't really put together right off why it would have been a bad thing. Maybe he could of done it without hurting his sister but, she had something he wanted, he took it, that was right... right?
BRENNAN'S MOM:
“Brennan, be nice to your sister... you've always gotten everything you want, you know that, right? Your father and I have always spoiled you because you were the first..”
She tried to talk to him within reason, but the pre-teen Brennan wasn't much for reason. He was still young, and he'd never really gotten around the selfishness that came with being a kid. Even in present day, somewhere along the line, he'd been surrounded by so many people that just wanted him to flourish that he'd never had a chance of seeing what it would be like to have the opposite.
KID BRENNAN:
“But I...”
Looking back, Brennan realized that the younger version of himself would've just made a lot of excuses. He'd been this sweet kid at one point who his parents indulged in immeasurable amounts. But this had lead to him growing up rather different than everyone else, he felt he himself was so perfect that it almost made him feel alone... But – he loved his mom, he couldn't blame her for that, could he?
BRENNAN'S MOM:
“Listen – if you're good at what you do, if you do your absolute best and try your hardest, you'll get everything you want in life, Brennan. But – it's not a competition with your sister.”
Some of that resonated with Brennan. In his later years, he had a sense of loyalty to those who were loyal to him. He'd often times found or built a family out of the strangest groups of people, so she had managed on some level to instill this love of family.. but at the same time, she'd sewed something else in his mind, unintentionally.
KID BRENNAN:
“So it's a competition with everyone else?”
It was a notion that really spoke to Brennan... while he'd always heard the hard work speeches, slowly ideas started forming in his head. If you focused yourself on being the absolute best, you'd achieve your wildest dreams... It seemed so simple, he couldn't believe he hadn't put this together before. His world view began to seem as if the world itself was a competition. It wasn't his mother's intent, but it was the message he received.
BRENNAN'S MOM:
“It's not... that's not what I... you know what, I'll tell your father to buy another swing set, this time one with room for you and your sister both.”
His mother had grown frustrated with him and walked out, leaving him to let that bad parenting sink in. Brennan recalled this in his dream vividly, but to his young mind at the time? He hadn't been thinking about the logic behind this, but instead considered it profound advice. He had begun having a worldview of it all being a competition, of him having to 'beat' everyone else.. It wasn't her intent but – his mother had begun checking out by this point, leaving the 'wrong' lesson to sink into her son’s impressionable mind.
KID BRENNAN:
“... I really can have it all.”
It was a worldview that shaped the rest of Brennan's life. It was a belief that was sewn in him that if he put his all into competition, that he would get it all as a result.. Eventually, Brennan woke up, looking down at the Atlantic City Championship in his bed. He sat up and continued to look at it, smiling as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“I've got it all... and I'm getting more.”
He said as he sat up and gazed down at the belt, he wasn't about to let go. He wasn't about to step away from who he was, he had tied himself to the championship gold. It was worth more when he held it, and no one would stop him from keeping the one accolade that meant the absolute most to him.
Eventually, we departed the bedroom of Brennan Devlin for a different locale, a white room with a black steel chair sitting in it. A trash can beside of the chair as a blonde man wearing a black suit slowly walked into the room, the picture flashing between colored and grayscale from time to time as he sauntered in and plopped himself right down on the seat, peeking into the camera for a moment. His version of the Atlantic City Championship laying draped over his shoulder, displayed in the rather proud manner one would expect of a champion.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“You've gone and done it, haven't you? Do you all feel proud of yourselves?”
There was a disdain in Brennan's voice as he ran his fingers through his hair, tying it up in a ponytail as he adjusted his suit. He was far less colorful than normal, and seemed to have an odd, almost vengeful, hateful demeanor about him that was somewhat in contrast to the rather happy go lucky man we'd come to know.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“Do you? Thanks to the decision made by /your/ referee, your employee, Ramona and I became co-Atlantic City Champions. We accepted this, we made this work, we made Boardwalk Wrestling into the most watched, most talked about wrestling company on the planet. You people had captured lightning in a bottle and you chose to let it go. Why? Because you received a little criticism from 4 Corners Wrestling, or talents here in Boardwalk who have something to gain from not having to deal with two of us. You chose to cut our wings off rather than let us soar, I realized this when you forced me to step into the ring with Aidan Carlisle when I had literally JUST been asked to walk into the Manifest Destiny tournament. You people set me up to try to put my streak on the line, knowing that Aidan Carlisle would cheat her way to success..
Out of the kindness of my heart, I chose to represent this company in Manifest Destiny and I suffered for it... and now? Now you force Ramona and I to defend our championships in a situation where there will only be one champion at the end, and neither of us have to be involved in the final decision.. It's a joke... A JOKE! I have put my body on the line to represent you, Boardwalk Wrestling. I've never asked for anything, I've never complained when you mistreat me after I took this company on my back. I've never spoken out when you cave to the social media demands of butt hurt has beens like Cyrus Riddle, Darin Zion, Danny B, and more.
I've never complained when you tried to make me fight the woman I love, when you hoped I'd maim the woman I love, when you tried to force an end to my relationship for the sake of your stupid fucking television ratings. I've never uttered a word when you have forced me to push away my best friends like Dick Dickson, when you've put me at odds with people like Bryan Williams, a man who has either been a friend or an enemy over the course of my career. I have done everything ever asked or wanted of me.. I have never shied away from anyone, or anything, I've only made opportunities for myself and if the opportunity wasn't there, I came at the situation from another angle and took what it was I wanted. What has Boardwalk ever given me? What has been placed in my path that I haven't had to take? I've been vilified for taking but if it wasn't for me, Amy Jo Smyth would still be running around here with free reign because none of you had the nerve to stop her, I've been disrespected and disparaged for making the most of the steaming pile of crap you – Boardwalk Wrestling have tried to give me.
Now, after everything you've done. Every time I've stepped up to try to be one of you, to represent this company as it's top star, you all spit in my face, you tell me I'm not one of you. Anita Baring, that Leander fuck, and the rest of you 'directors' in the back are so desperate to sweep Ramona and I under the rug. You're desperate to push us away because you get caught up in your feelings, you let people who will never change their opinions morph the face of this company.
Boardwalk Wrestling was my chance, my opportunity to prove that I am a real professional wrestler. That I was more than a joke, a comedic talent who sat on the undercard, never taking that last big step... I took that step, and I thought for a second, I had found a company I truly fit in, I showed the world just how good I am.
But still – you people didn't want me, you wanted your little friends, you wanted the old guard. You wanted the next rehash of the Unstable for the four hundredth time. I screamed at the top of my lungs, 'you want the Unstable, go look in 4CW, that’s where all the members that were capable of anything in ring are'. Yet still – you people look to people like Claire, people like Amber, people like Aidan...
It was then I realized I'd made a mistake, I'd started to think I should represent you, fit in with all of you, be one of you... But not fitting in with you? That's what made me unique. That's what brought me to the race. I don't know if you remember, but when I walked in to Boardwalk Wrestling I said I would take the charred remains, the pieces left over from what remained of Boardwalk and rebuild it in my image.
But somewhere along the line, that image was torn asunder, made askew by the numerous people trying to settle, trying to take advantage of a gold rush to Boardwalk Wrestling that I started. So over the course of when I walked in the door back in December till now, I've rebuilt, I've redesigned.. but my creation, my Boardwalk Wrestling has been poisoned by unsavory elements. It's been polluted by people who have no idea what the fuck they're doing in this business. People like Jan van der Roost, a man so desperate for a title shot but too fearful to actually accept a challenge for it until he thinks he's in a situation where he can allow someone else to do the work, where he thinks he can allow someone else to get rid of Ramona and myself, then steal the glory.
If it's not than, Jan, then what is it? What changed? Danny B is allowed to give Darin Zion a shot months ago to muck everything up, so the excuses don't fly. Why were you so scared to step into the ring with either Ramona and myself? All of those complaints, all of the whining about how the previous pay per view had no championship defense on the card... You are to blame for that, Rooster. You are the cause of that. Now? Now you have a chance, but last month? You actually had a streak of wins, you were actually doing good. Now? The only success you have had in recent memory is Thirteen carrying you to a tag team win and you think you have a chance? The only way you'll win is if Thirteen drags your dead weight along, and she's not in the match so that? That's fairly unlikely..
I've proven myself – people who say I haven't have reason to try to disparage me, to try to stop me from being seen as what I know I am, the greatest wrestler in the universe. You've taken proven commodities, proven talent and try to sweep us under the rug for people like Terrorfex, people like Rizza, people like Jan van der Roost. It's this that makes it clear to me when I need to do, because at Full Tilt you are going to see what I think of your attempts to push us away, of your attempts to throw us aside..
I will burn down the company I rebuilt, I will take the company that I pieced together and I will watch it, my opponents, and all of the old guard burn in it. Then I'll rebuild it again, and if it happens again, I'll tear it down once more, then do it again, and again, and again until I receive the desired result. This is my world, this is my Boardwalk and I pick and choose who has a place in it, who has a part in it.
Zach Rizza, you have a part in it. You won't win. You won't beat me, I think you know that in your heart of hearts. I can sense it from you. But – once I win? I offer you an opportunity, join me. Join us and we will tear this company to pieces, I will help take that lump of coal and morph it into the diamond everyone knows you can be someday. I will offer you the keys to a kingdom, and one day, when I'm good and ready? I will allow you to take the Atlantic City Championship. But the alternative, Zach? It's not quite as appealing.
You've mentioned having a child, your son Zach, he wants you to win. He does. I'm sure that would be a happy memory this close to father's day. The loving father overcoming odds set against him and tearing the house down, becoming the Atlantic City Champion.. It's a wonderful tale, really it is. But this is not a fantasy, this is not a Hallmark movie where good things constantly happen to you. This is Boardwalk Wrestling and with me on top? That makes this company the greatest on the planet with the most challenging competition sitting on top of championship gold.
If your kid is sitting in the audience and you choose to cross me, I will step out of the ring once I've won. I will look your little boy in the eyes and I will ask him, 'how does it feel, little Rizza? Seeing your father as a loser'. I will spit in your little brats face because you made the decision to disrespect me.. You don't want that, this doesn't have to be that, you don't have to disappoint anyone.. Instead? Instead we can do this as friends. We can do this as allies, you can align yourself with Ramona and I, then you can lay down flat on your back and be pinned. Then, I promise, I will open every door you've ever wanted open. I have the key to Atlantic City and I will share it with you, all you need to do is do is stand down, don't get yourself hurt. Don't do something that will bring detriment to your career and those you love.
I care about you, Zach. I've cared since I spoke out against Danny B and the old guard in Manifest Destiny holding people like you down. You didn't deserve being cheated against that whale Aidan Carlisle, you didn't deserve to be placed in a situation where you had to beat up someone who belongs in a kitchen, you should be Internet Champion right now and you’re not. But that’s okay because there is another idea here, another chance for you... Take this opportunity and make the most of it, but not in the way everyone wants you to.. Just think about it... the Face of Wrestling and Big Tyme, standing together... Face Tyme.
This brings me to Ramona... My my my Ramona... They wouldn't stop, would they? They pushed us, and pushed us. They were desperate to try to tear us apart and now, they think there's a legitimate chance of that happening.. You should all know better than that, see, this being an elimination match, who's to say? We might take everyone in this thing out, then sit down in the middle of the ring when it's just the two of us. Hell, we might get busy in the middle of the ring and make you all watch while we make a mockery of everything you wanted, of everything you desired out of this match. Then we'll just walk out with our championship and that's it.
Wouldn't that make everyone made? I wonder what the directors would think after all the whining, bitching and complaining that would come from that?
Then again, maybe it'll be different. We do love to surprise you kids, but – you know what's not going to happen? Ramona and I splitting, Ramona and I going away. You want rid of us, you all in the back know that nobody has a chance as long as it's me and her. None of the old guard, none of the new blood, nobody has a chance because we are the fucking new blood. We are the thing that is keeping this whole show afloat!
I've gone through the favorites, the biggest, the best, the heroes, the ones who think they're the best. I've beaten everyone! Even you Aidan, yeah, I took your Pride Championship in 4CW, cry some more. I've taken out everyone I've ever hoped to, I've won battles, I've won wars – I have pushed myself beyond that of anyone else on this roster and achieved everything I could have hoped for.. Now some of you in this match seem to believe you have a chance, you seem to think you're either bigger than me, better than me, or your longevity in this business will lead to success...
Okay guys, I'll let you think that..
But you need to ask yourselves one question. You've seen me having fun, you've seen me enjoying myself thus far through both Boardwalk Wrestling and Manifest Destiny.. If that was fun for me, if the path of bodies that trails behind me all the way to the pinnacle in which I currently sit was me having fun.. What the fuck do you think I'm going to do when you back me into a corner and put odds against me? Everyone knows when you put an animal in a corner, that is when it is at its most dangerous, and make no mistake, I am a fucking animal. There is nothing I won't do, no point in which I will hesitate if it means keeping this championship. This is not a culmination of the ascension of Brennan Devlin, this is the god damn beginning. Anyone, anyone who stands in my way of staying on top is a obstacle I will happily traverse. You can sit Michael Pettis himself out here in front of me, and I will kick his teeth in if it meant keeping /my/ championship.
There is nothing I will not do – I will say it until you get it, and then I will show you just the lengths that I am willing to take.
Don't think I've forgotten you, Terrorfex. Mr. Strike Towers Wrestling himself, you're a man who has gained a reputation for yourself. You've been on an ascension up that ladder yourself, that much is true. You've done a great job, you currently sit on a championship from Strike Towers, you're in the semifinals of Manifest Destiny, and you've garnered yourself an Atlantic City Championship match... Congratulations.”
Devlin mockingly clapped for him, adjusting his jacket, unbuttoning it slowly to reveal a shirt which read 'Don't Fire Devlin' across the front of it. He adjusted himself as he looked down at the Atlantic City Championship sitting on his knee, observing it with a smile.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“You think you're an unknown entity to me, I'm sure. But I know everything, Terryl. I do – really, see – people don't often give me the credit I deserve as far as how much I pay attention, how much I'm willing to research the history of another.. People seem to make this fuss about you, the Gumshoe, right? I know, you've got the Strike Towers Wrestling Championship right now and you feel like you're on top of the world. Boardwalk has been courting you for some time, I even think there was some disappointment you chose not to represent Boardwalk in Manifest Destiny.
That's fair, you're a talented guy. Credit where credit is due, and if you were facing anyone else... you might have a chance.
But you're not facing just anybody. This isn't Strike Towers, this company isn't a joke with Taryn Willow as its public face. Yeah, that's fucking terrible, sorry to say. But that's the company you represent and people choose to make a fuss... over you? The single biggest joke in wrestling is made out to be responsible as a representative of a company you claim to be proud of being its champion... Laughable. It's laughable to me for a lot of reasons, one of which being that there's actually this group of people in Boardwalk that think you should represent it, that you are of the quality to hold my championship.
This isn't the minor leagues, kid. I'm not a no name waste of space like the people you beat to achieve your Strike Towers belt. Who were they again? Lemme think.. Josh Konnely, Anna Mathews, Mya Denton and... Genocide? Is it fucking 1999 over in Strike Towers or something? Genocide? Really? Man, I bet they even have guys with last names based on a particular word, huh? … Wait, they really do have a guy with a last name like 'Destiny', right? Don't even get me started on whatever the fuck a Dark Wolf is.. Have we hit a time warp? More like Strike a Time Warp Wrestling, am I right? Listen, when you go over there, tell everyone about 9/11, warn them. Then – get a bunch of stock in Apple, you'll thank me later when the iPod and everything else becomes a hit.
Jokes aside – this is about people willing to make Boardwalk Wrestling great again. This is about people willing to stand at the forefront, whether it's me as it's King, or whether it's people like Rizza who are willing to put it on the line while everyone knows that they have no real chance..
Then we have you, an outsider, a Strike Towers guy trying to come in and take. Taryn Willow whined for months when Clemmens and Daniels came in to take our Tag Team Championship over to Fight One, but somehow, I bet she'd be okay with you having our belt, right Mr. Strike Towers? But you're not taking my championship back to that pigsty on my watch, hate to break it to ya. I'm going to beat you, I'm going to cement your place along with the rest of the modern day Strike Towers types as a complete and total joke of the wrestling world. I will embarrass you, Terrorfex. You know what though? I have an idea of something you can investigate once we're done, but it's not a very curious case there Benjamin Button, but I think it's one that might stump you..
It's called the Case of how Brennan Devlin fucked up some stupid idiot detective's retarded face with a curb stomp in the middle of the ring and sent him crying back to Trash Towers.
It's a little long but, you watch a few episodes of Sherlock, maybe a couple of episodes of Luther, you figure it out from there, it's your idea, I'm just the inspiration after all. I've said it once before that if you people are to stop me, you're going to need an army. But this army? This army is lacking, this army is weak, this army cannot cut it.. But there are options for some, Zach Rizza, you have an option, you can adapt, you can evolve. You can become a part of something prestigious.. or you can become a part of the body count, and I'm sure as shit not talking about a group with Ice T. Who knows though, maybe he’ll be investigating your brutal assault on next week’s episode of SVU.
The rest of you, Jan van der Roost. You dislike everything I am, you believe because you've jerked a few curtains and cocks everywhere you've ever been that you're due something. That you've got a chance.. I'm going to show you that you might as well of stayed in Monarchy Wrestling. You think it was bad there? You think you were underutilized? You're out of your league here, you're facing people on a different freaking level. I'm not a Marley Jane or a Mike Zybala, I'm everything someone like you in this business hates because I can entertain, I can wrestle, you put me in that ring and the ratings go up. When I am in that ring it is as if life has been breathed into Boardwalk..
If you had the championship? It would be as if that life were sucked away out of Boardwalk once again, just like when Danny had it for the least interesting title reign in history. Can't have that..
Not happening chicken shit, sorry to break that to you. Then finally, Ramona. I love you babe, let's give them something to be mad about.. Trust me people – once we're done, if I were you, I'd hate us too.”
Brennan had started to stand up and walk away, draping the championship over his shoulder. He passed the camera, only to stop and saunter back onto the scene as if something had caught his eye. He knelt down by the trash can, picking up a cloth bag that was colored in black. He unzipped it and lifted out the replica Atlantic City Championship, the one held by Ramona. He lifted it up, holding it into the viewpoint of the camera as he looked between it and his copy of the belt. Glaring back and forth between them as something devilish went through his mind.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“If it isn't clear what I think of your decision, 'directors'... Let me make it abundantly clear to you through action.”
He uttered as he disrespectfully dropped the second Atlantic City Championship into the garbage can in front of him. It landed softly on a pile of paper as he peered down at it, the camera adjusting to get a sort of overhead view of the belt lying in the garbage while Brennan's real, official championship rest where it belonged on his shoulder. He took a moment to look down at it, there was some sort of symbolism here, perhaps of a chapter closing and another one about to begin for Boardwalk Wrestling as a whole?
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“Remember – Boardwalk is in a golden age because of me. I said I'd burn your company down and rebuild if I had to, I told you what was coming. I warned you a long time ago about what would happen if you crossed me, and now? You're all going to see first hand what a vengeful, dangerous Brennan Devlin consists of. Playtime is over.. Now I want you to all watch as it starts with this, now open your fucking eyes and take a good hard look.”
Brennan said as he knelt down again and picked up some lighter fluid, pouring it into the bin, covering the belt and papers with it. Making sure to drench it completely as he stood over the copy of the Atlantic City Championship. He couldn't really do this, could he? Replica or not, it was the sort of disrespectful action that really pushed your fellow wrestlers to wanna deal with you, hastily. He was going to make more enemies than friends doing something like this, but for whatever reason, Brennan had refused to hesitate.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“Shh, it'll only hurt for a second, Boardwalk.. but I promise, it'll all be over soon for the lot of you. But the reign of your reigning, defending, talent unending Atlantic City Champion of the World for life? Oh... we're just getting started, kids.”
He said as he struck a match, holding it up in front of the camera as it burned down the stick, smiling devilishly as he looked down at the match. The flames closing in on his fingers as he simply tossed it into the garbage can, flames beginning to boil up from the metal can as the cameras got a nice view of the replica belt burning away in front of them. Devlin standing over it smiling as the camera panned out to see the flames burning in front of him, a symbolic gesture to his plan to burn Boardwalk down, rebuild it, and do it until he had the company in the state in which he desired. Devlin turned and began walking away from the scene, the picture still stuttering as the camera moved in close, sitting on that haunting view of the championship, or a belt that looked exactly like the championship burning to bits before our very eyes... all the while Brennan sauntered away with the real one.
Eventually, Brennan found his way out of the room and into a hallway where Ramona waited for him. The cameras no longer rolling as he smiled at her, he had gotten her approval to burn her belt, figuring if they were putting an end to the dual thing, they would share the one for the foreseeable future. He handed off the belt as Ramona just looked down at it..
RAMONA:
“You're sure this is the real one?”
Ramona had a hint of concern in her voice as Brennan looked at her, then to the belt.. Did she notice something he didn't, or something? Devlin began looking more and more concerned, if that wasn't... did he just burn the actual belt? He was trusted with that! He wasn't supposed to burn the real one!!
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“Yeah why?”
He was concerned and clearly he had reason to be. He kept looking back at the room, wondering if he had really made that kind of mistake. Fear across his face as he thought about everything he may have just messed up... was he really that much of a goof? No way! He couldn't of... right?
RAMONA:
“Just feels light is all... I mean, I said it was okay but, you're one hundred percent certain you burnt the right one?”
Devlin grew more and more fearful by the second, this was... wow, he would never live this one down if that was the case. The more he thought about it, the more he became uncertain as to if he had really made that big of a mistake.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“... Oh fuck.”
Brennan immediately took off running back into the room, panicking as he knocked the trash can over. Ramona came in and handed him a fire extinguisher as he began trying to put the belt out.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Brennan picked up the belt by a metal piece only for it to be hot, and he immediately tossed it down, jumping around the room and holding his hand. It had been a rather hot piece of metal, having just sat in a fire like that.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“AHHHHHHHHHH, HOT, HOT, HOT!”
Ramona picked up the fire extinguisher and sprayed him with it, much to Brennan's surprise as he hit the ground, looking up at her in confusion. His hand was still sore and a little burned as he looked up at her.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“What was that for?!”
Brennan flailed his arms back and forth angrily, trying to adjust himself and stand up. But it was so slippery and he was having a hard time in these nice dress shoes gaining proper traction on the floor to be able to stand straight.
RAMONA:
“... You said it was hot.”
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“Ramona, you just fucking..”
Ramona proceeded to spray him with the fire extinguisher again, only for Brennan to get up, stumbling in the slickness of the foam it fired out. Devlin adjusted himself and looked at her.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“STOP IT!”
Brennan snatched up the fire extinguisher and threw it across the room in a rather angry, rage filled move, becoming frustrated since he believed he had burnt the actual Atlantic City Championship. Ramona knelt down and looked at the pieces of a championship on the floor, looking it over as she glanced over at Brennan.
RAMONA:
“This one says made in China. I mean, at least that’s what I think this part says. It’s pretty melty ... that's the fake one, right?”
He sighed as he looked over at her, beginning to feel a large amount of relief take over.. Unless the actual Boardwalk Atlantic City Championship had been made in China, it seemed that he was off the hook for everything. He could feel the tension beginning to ease up as he finally stood up completely straight, dusting off his suit.
BRENNAN DEVLIN:
“... God I hope so. Also – I'm pretty sure I'm maimed for life right now so... if you could help me up and maybe take me to a burn ward, that would be great, thanks..”
He was overreacting, he wasn't hurt that bad. But he was making it out like he was. Ramona proceeded to help him up as the two walked away, both of them taking one quick final look at the smoldering remains of one of their Atlantic City Championships... They'd see to it that someway, somehow, the remaining one was to stay in their possession for the foreseeable future.. No matter what.
Brennan could have it all like he wanted.. All he needed to do was succeed, and succeed he shall. Are you new or something? You should know how Brennan does it by now.