Post by Ace Watson on Apr 24, 2016 22:30:35 GMT -6
Breakthrough 43, just after Ace Watson was defeated by Tristan Ambrose.
“You know what? Tristan Ambrose proved my point. He proved that this company is full of frauds. He knew he couldn’t beat me without breaking the rules so he used whatever desperate method he could to put me away. Because there was no way he could defeat me without it. That match was mine.” He spoke down at the camera, through his teeth. There was anger behind his voice.
Ace was sat on a black fold-up chair, in the backstage area of Breakthrough 43, just after his match. Watson wasted no time in letting out his thoughts, and had set up his phone on a chair opposite him. The faint sound of cheers in the background indicating that the show was still ongoing.
“And to some people my sudden change of heart may come as a surprise, but I want you all to know I meant every damn word I said out there. Sure, I may have been slightly influenced by Bianca but I still stand by it all.”
A backstage crew member walked past, and Ace gave them a scowl at the interruption. He leaned forward, closer to the camera. His eyes sharpened and face muscles tightened.
“I’m going to make it my goal… To rid this company of all it’s frauds and pretenders. Though, I fear by the time I’ve completed that mission, there’ll barely be anyone left.”
He reached forward, grabbed the phone and pressed the stop button to end the recording.
Standing up, Ace put the phone in his pocket, and headed off in the direction of his locker room, limping slightly. He made eye contact with no one, constantly looking straight ahead as he walked, making anyone in the corridors move out of his way. He opened the door, with a confused look on his face as he remembered he had locked it when he left earlier for his match.
Watson stepped inside and looked around, to see if anyone was there. But before he could turn around, he heard the door shut behind him. Ace turned, to see Bianca locking the door.
“Don’t you dare!” He said and stepped towards her, just as he was about to grab the key from her she pulled it out of the lock and dropped it down the front of her pants. Which prompts Ace to take a step back.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ace asked, frantically.
“Teaching you a lesson.”
“What?”
Bianca walked up to Ace, stopping at just less than a meters distance away. “No one talks to me the way you spoke to me earlier. You of all people should know that.”
Ace shook his head, “You really are full of it, aren’t you? All this time I thought the “Queen B” side of you was for the cameras, and the sweet, loving side that I saw of you at home was the real you. But no. I couldn’t have been more wrong.”
Watson quickly stepped away from Bianca, he did not want to be near her. She had hurt him too much. He sat on the bench, and put his head in his hands. He was containing himself, trying to calm down.
“See, that’s the side of you I want to see. Give me that anger. The anger you showed when you were out there earlier.”
Ace looked up at her, “You watched it? The match?”
“Well, duh. I’m not just here to tease and torment you I want to see the show too.”
“Seems like it.” Ace responded, quickly.
Bianca laughed mockingly. “Aww, is someone upset that they got hit in the jewels and that there’s no one who will make it feel better?”
“Oh shut it I could find someone. And they’d be damn sight better person than yo-”
“But you wouldn’t.” Bianca interrupted, stepping towards him. “Because you.... Are obsessed… with me.” She finished her sentence as she sat beside him. “And it kills you to know... “ She leans in, whispering in his ear. “That you mean nothing to m-”
Ace jumped to his feet, wincing at the pain he still felt from the final blow in his match. “No you need to leave. Just go. I’m not letting you do this to me. I won’t take it.”
“Ugh. Fine.” She stood, looking peeved that she didn’t get to finish teasing him. “But don’t think this is the last you’ve seen of me.” She pulled the key out of her pants, unlocked the door and opened it. “I know you’d be very disappointed if it was.” And with that, she left.
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“I’m going to start off by saying this. I don’t give a crap how crazy you both think you are, I know you are just as normal as the rest of us. You’re only lying to yourselves if you truly believe you are that nonsense you spew every day.”
“And Holt, a real Lunatic doesn’t know they’re a lunatic. That’s why they’re a lunatic. You’re just a fool who needs to justify his ridiculous actions. And on twitter, Holt, you suggested I was going to target your girlfriend. No, I’m not going to do that. I wouldn’t stoop to that level. Especially when you have quite a few more weaknesses I could target instead. Maybe, I target your eyes like I did against Ambrose. Or maybe I go for an arm, leg. It doesn’t matter. Whatever aspect of you I decide to take down will work just as well as any other. Because you are weak. And the fact you made height jokes about me on twitter also goes to show how much you are underestimating me. Underestimating me is something you should never do. There’s only one way that ends, and that’s you on the mat and the referee counting to my victory.”
“But of course, The Lying Lunatic” Dustin Holt is not my only opponent. No, there’s the other crazy person in Beatrice La Fay. Now, I’ve been in quite a few multi-competitor matches, I know they can get a little chaotic. But I’m a smart man, my ring awareness is second to none, I can concentrate on all my opponents at once. Which is something you, Ms. La Fay, might just struggle with. Your tendencies for being easily distracted could just be your downfall. And I’m not going to make height jokes, but you are quite a bit shorter than me, and that’s something I can take advantage of. Or, I could target an arm, leg. I said it earlier, but it really does not matter what I target. No matter what I focus my attention on I’m still going to beat you. Both of you. I’ll have you both flat out on the mat at the same time, and the hardest decision I will have that night will be which of you I pin.”
“I think a lot of you are forgetting who I am, and what I’ve done here. Yes I’ve never had a championship run, but I have faced and beaten some of the best. I’ve competed for the I4NI title. I gave our Zero Gravity Champion Katie Moicelle her first one on one defeat in this company. Something which I’ve made very clear I remember. Don’t worry Katie, I haven’t forgotten our little conversation. Or your offer. I’m still very much ready to beat you for that championship. And beating these two fraudulent crazies will just be a footnote in the lead up to my first VoW title. I will remind everyone exactly who I am. Ace Watson is building a legacy and all of you frauds are welcome to watch.”
“You know what? Tristan Ambrose proved my point. He proved that this company is full of frauds. He knew he couldn’t beat me without breaking the rules so he used whatever desperate method he could to put me away. Because there was no way he could defeat me without it. That match was mine.” He spoke down at the camera, through his teeth. There was anger behind his voice.
Ace was sat on a black fold-up chair, in the backstage area of Breakthrough 43, just after his match. Watson wasted no time in letting out his thoughts, and had set up his phone on a chair opposite him. The faint sound of cheers in the background indicating that the show was still ongoing.
“And to some people my sudden change of heart may come as a surprise, but I want you all to know I meant every damn word I said out there. Sure, I may have been slightly influenced by Bianca but I still stand by it all.”
A backstage crew member walked past, and Ace gave them a scowl at the interruption. He leaned forward, closer to the camera. His eyes sharpened and face muscles tightened.
“I’m going to make it my goal… To rid this company of all it’s frauds and pretenders. Though, I fear by the time I’ve completed that mission, there’ll barely be anyone left.”
He reached forward, grabbed the phone and pressed the stop button to end the recording.
Standing up, Ace put the phone in his pocket, and headed off in the direction of his locker room, limping slightly. He made eye contact with no one, constantly looking straight ahead as he walked, making anyone in the corridors move out of his way. He opened the door, with a confused look on his face as he remembered he had locked it when he left earlier for his match.
Watson stepped inside and looked around, to see if anyone was there. But before he could turn around, he heard the door shut behind him. Ace turned, to see Bianca locking the door.
“Don’t you dare!” He said and stepped towards her, just as he was about to grab the key from her she pulled it out of the lock and dropped it down the front of her pants. Which prompts Ace to take a step back.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ace asked, frantically.
“Teaching you a lesson.”
“What?”
Bianca walked up to Ace, stopping at just less than a meters distance away. “No one talks to me the way you spoke to me earlier. You of all people should know that.”
Ace shook his head, “You really are full of it, aren’t you? All this time I thought the “Queen B” side of you was for the cameras, and the sweet, loving side that I saw of you at home was the real you. But no. I couldn’t have been more wrong.”
Watson quickly stepped away from Bianca, he did not want to be near her. She had hurt him too much. He sat on the bench, and put his head in his hands. He was containing himself, trying to calm down.
“See, that’s the side of you I want to see. Give me that anger. The anger you showed when you were out there earlier.”
Ace looked up at her, “You watched it? The match?”
“Well, duh. I’m not just here to tease and torment you I want to see the show too.”
“Seems like it.” Ace responded, quickly.
Bianca laughed mockingly. “Aww, is someone upset that they got hit in the jewels and that there’s no one who will make it feel better?”
“Oh shut it I could find someone. And they’d be damn sight better person than yo-”
“But you wouldn’t.” Bianca interrupted, stepping towards him. “Because you.... Are obsessed… with me.” She finished her sentence as she sat beside him. “And it kills you to know... “ She leans in, whispering in his ear. “That you mean nothing to m-”
Ace jumped to his feet, wincing at the pain he still felt from the final blow in his match. “No you need to leave. Just go. I’m not letting you do this to me. I won’t take it.”
“Ugh. Fine.” She stood, looking peeved that she didn’t get to finish teasing him. “But don’t think this is the last you’ve seen of me.” She pulled the key out of her pants, unlocked the door and opened it. “I know you’d be very disappointed if it was.” And with that, she left.
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“I’m going to start off by saying this. I don’t give a crap how crazy you both think you are, I know you are just as normal as the rest of us. You’re only lying to yourselves if you truly believe you are that nonsense you spew every day.”
“And Holt, a real Lunatic doesn’t know they’re a lunatic. That’s why they’re a lunatic. You’re just a fool who needs to justify his ridiculous actions. And on twitter, Holt, you suggested I was going to target your girlfriend. No, I’m not going to do that. I wouldn’t stoop to that level. Especially when you have quite a few more weaknesses I could target instead. Maybe, I target your eyes like I did against Ambrose. Or maybe I go for an arm, leg. It doesn’t matter. Whatever aspect of you I decide to take down will work just as well as any other. Because you are weak. And the fact you made height jokes about me on twitter also goes to show how much you are underestimating me. Underestimating me is something you should never do. There’s only one way that ends, and that’s you on the mat and the referee counting to my victory.”
“But of course, The Lying Lunatic” Dustin Holt is not my only opponent. No, there’s the other crazy person in Beatrice La Fay. Now, I’ve been in quite a few multi-competitor matches, I know they can get a little chaotic. But I’m a smart man, my ring awareness is second to none, I can concentrate on all my opponents at once. Which is something you, Ms. La Fay, might just struggle with. Your tendencies for being easily distracted could just be your downfall. And I’m not going to make height jokes, but you are quite a bit shorter than me, and that’s something I can take advantage of. Or, I could target an arm, leg. I said it earlier, but it really does not matter what I target. No matter what I focus my attention on I’m still going to beat you. Both of you. I’ll have you both flat out on the mat at the same time, and the hardest decision I will have that night will be which of you I pin.”
“I think a lot of you are forgetting who I am, and what I’ve done here. Yes I’ve never had a championship run, but I have faced and beaten some of the best. I’ve competed for the I4NI title. I gave our Zero Gravity Champion Katie Moicelle her first one on one defeat in this company. Something which I’ve made very clear I remember. Don’t worry Katie, I haven’t forgotten our little conversation. Or your offer. I’m still very much ready to beat you for that championship. And beating these two fraudulent crazies will just be a footnote in the lead up to my first VoW title. I will remind everyone exactly who I am. Ace Watson is building a legacy and all of you frauds are welcome to watch.”
