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 Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 1:17 am
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A mysterious noise that was heard around the audience had convinced members of the live crowd that there had been a technical difficulty. Their assumptions were't quelled until the lights had slowly dimmed and the blank titantron had been painted pitch black. The eerie mystique of this vignette had already introduced the tone of overwhelming darkness to its viewers. After about the fourth click was heard, a video of a faucet rhythmically dripping water emerged through the pitch black screen. The visuals of this faucet not being all the way off had been synchronized with the sounds of the clicking. Soon, the camera had panned out to reveal first and foremost the leg of a human being covered in black clothing. As the camera continued on its slow-paced journey, the back of the man was revealed, with his chin buried in his chest to keep his identity suspenseful. Finally both short-lived mysteries were solved. The man? AJ Warner of course; that's the only character I post as. C'mon now. The sound? His finger pushing the trigger of an unloaded gun at his head, and his facial expressions illustrated the metaphor of him embracing a kiss on the cheek from an abused loved one. He had sped up the pattern of his trigger finger until he grew tempered and impatient. AJ dropped the gun and looked down at it for a brief moment before locking eyes with the viewer.
"Everything okay, baby? I don't wanna get ready without you, AJ."
"But it's okay. I embrace all of your flaws just like I do my own. Cause you guys can't market yourselves that way, right? Sure you've been pinned and you've tapped out to people, even I have a win-loss record that'll make Floyd Mayweather envious, and I've lost. Anybody can call themselves immortal, but you aren't on that path until you realize your weaknesses... and kill them."
"All you people did was try to take from me, all you've ever tried to make this man do is lose, and I embrace your jealousy. Only one man can be the best, and it used to be me!! IT USED TO BE ME... but my days are over. & all I ask is for someone to learn from my mistakes, learn from their own, and learn this... that sometimes in order to make it big in this sport, you gotta take from everyone else. So take it from me: respect your elders. You could learn a lot from them if you gave the pioneers of this business the time of day. So to anyone that wants to learn more... I'm always giving. You wanna be the best? Then take what I'm willing to give, cause I might not make it to my next birthday if things don't get done around here."
"You're making me worried, baby."AJ hopped off the counter before grabbing the cane on his lap for assistance and smiled at the camera, finally showing a sarcastic sense of happiness. Or maybe it wasn't; he had gotten quite a bit off his chest and he was ready to add to Audrey's before he walked towards the squared circle one last time."Good. I like making people feel uncomfortable. It really shows you their honest emotions. But I'm sure you guys already knew that."Warner turned the handle on the door and gave a charming answer to Audrey that she didn't question. She dare not question him, despite how sweet of a guy he had been to her. Audrey was naturally attracted to Warner due to his passion (and ironically enough, baby face) despite his broken-down body. Independent research had only given her a glimpse of this man's dark side."Dropped my cane in the toilet. You know how hard it is to rinse something on one leg?"The camera had stayed frozen in its place once it found the right positioning for this promo, around the time Warner began to speak. It had shown the faucet still occasionally releasing water droplets. After he had shut the door and left, the silence within the room had never been so loud. Well, besides... you know...
Drip
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Drip.
Return to darkness.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 11:21 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 1:20 pm
After one of the shorter matches of the evening took place, a commercial break paid it's dues to the industry with ingenius ads about car insurance and fast food meals. It was time to take a break from the nonsense, now. Before the last match that took place, a very bleak AJ Warner was talking about the possibility of missing his next birthday if nothing changed in his favor. The Shooter had seen himself as a commodity to this community but apparently, it was an opinion only he shared with himself. In contradiction to that theory, at least AJ had the beautiful Audrey Galore by his side to tell him all the things he had yearned to hear. While many members of the audience adored the way he illustrated himself, a vast majority was tired of the constant bitching from the Bad Chyld. He hadn't shown genuine happiness in such a long time that is had become a nuisance to others.
Life's the same, I'm moving in stereo
Life's the same, except for my shoes
Life's the same, you're shaking like tremolo
Life's the same, it's all inside of you
Even though the lights were dim once the music hit, the newest couple of Audrey Galore and AJ Warner were revealed at the top of the ramp. That sign of genuine emotion had been overcome by the very vocal and divided reaction he had received. He was so used to being drown out by boos, but it seemed as if this audience particularly had given AJ the benefit of the doubt. Audrey was blushing through her freckles; she had never been apart of a spectacle like this before. Ms. Galore had a lot of unexpected things coming her way if she could not stop covering her flawless smile. Arm-in-arm, with his cane being held in the other to help his jagged walk, the two began their walk down the ramp. While Audrey scanned the audience for signs and faces, Warner kept his eyes locked on the ring. It was the home of everything he wanted, and even though it's appearance didn't make it seem like a good shelter, it was a much better one than the few AJ has lived in.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to welcome back to the WWE Evolution family... the Suplex Shooter.... A-JAAAAAAAYYYYY WARRRRRRNERRR!"
First, an up-rise in applause was heard, only to be overshadowed by boos once more. This was no surprise to Warner, the audience showing their true colors. He couldn't stand their inconsistencies and hypocrisy as much as they couldn't stand his. AJ insisted that Audrey walk up the stairs first and enter the ring, to which was followed by a bunch of whistles from the male audience. Slowly, the Shooter made his way up the stairs and wiped his feet on the apron before climbing into the ring in his usual fashion. The introduction he received by the ring announcer was arguably the best of his career. AJ let the man know of this and shook his hand before being handed the microphone. The divided opinions became much more vocal once the music stopped and the rare in-ring speech of AJ would begin. The man of the hour soaked these in before raising the microphone to his lips.BOOOOOOOOOO "Earlier tonight... I addressed the fact that a lot of people within these halls like to think of themselves as perfect. And I get that, really I do. I get why you people cheer these men and buy into all the hype. It's because each and every single one of you people, whether it's the boys in the back or the fools in this audience, think of this world as rainbows and butterflies. Now I'm sure it makes you people really warm and fuzzy on the inside, you guys don't like real emotions, you guys only like the ones that give you comfort.... but I'm not one for making people comfortable. You should always be striving to become better. You shouldn't settle for where you are, otherwise men who are smarter than you are gonna seize the opportunity to take your spot. You should aspire to be something more than what you are... and I feel like each and every one of you, while you may THINK you're comfortable in your skin, I can see through all of your layers and it makes me sick to my stomach."SHUT THE ******** UP
*clap clap, clapclapclap*
SHUT THE ******** UP
*clap clap, clapclapclap* Audrey had now grown uncomfortable, and AJ knew that. But she wasn't one to misinterpret them; the way a lot of people took Warner's words were as verbal attacks, but she had found a way to justify his arrogance by labeling his emotions as more honest than most. The Suplex Shooter wasn't one to sugarcoat anything. The disgust that Warner had just brought up was visible in his smug facial expression."But once upon a time, I too was a young kid who was comfortable with where I was on the card. United States Champion, pfffttt.... what a joke. How do you convince these guys to settle for anything less than the top prize? They did a bad job of convincing me that I was just a team player, so what did I do? I took action, I climbed up the ranks, and because of the opportunities I fought tooth and nail for... I became a legend. Everyone wants to become the future, but I want to meet the past twenty-six year old version of myself in one of these wrestlers and right all my wrongs. Just to answer all your questions, and my questions, of what could have been. So any man that wants to become a legend like myself... come down to this ring, confess all your flaws and show me a willingness to improve. Cause I haven't seen that yet. But maybe there won't be another like me! Mayb-"
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 7:35 pm
"...once upon a time, I too was a young kid who was comfortable with where I was on the card. United States Champion, pfffttt.... what a joke. How do you convince these guys to settle for anything less than the top prize? They did a bad job of convincing me that I was just a team player, so what did I do? I took action, I climbed up the ranks, and because of the opportunities I fought tooth and nail for... I became a legend. Everyone wants to become the future, but I want to meet the past twenty-six year old version of myself in one of these wrestlers and right all my wrongs. Just to answer all your questions, and my questions, of what could have been. So any man that wants to become a legend like myself... come down to this ring, confess all your flaws and show me a willingness to improve. Cause I haven't seen that yet. But maybe there won't be another like me! Mayb-"
That, was more than enough. Behind the curtain leading to the infamous 'gorilla position', stood a man who held no traction when it came to big named federations or companies. All of his life, this man had circulated Indy wrestling promotions and spent his off-days working out in gyms or attending wrestling matches. This man had achieved accomplishments in Indy wrestling that would be noteworthy if it weren't for the fact that Indy wrestler achievements held no importance in the big leagues. If you were going to make a name for yourself, you had to keep the company 'brass ring' in sight, and claw your way to grab a hold of it anyway you could. If you were going to make a name for yourself, you had to do it in style and you had to do it at the right time and place. If you were going to make a name for yourself, you had to stare the top dogs in the face and show no hesitation of backing down. In this case, the top dog it seemed was crippled to only using a cane while most likely paying off a female for the night as an escort. The guy looked more-so tired then he did anything close to a legend.
Right as the self confessed 'legend' was about to make another word, the lights in the arena went dim. The only illumination would be the entrance ramp and the lights around the top of the ramp. Neon blue and white would display in fool bloom as the loud sound of a guitar and drums would echo throughout the arena. Fog would seen start to pour from the vents from the top of the ramp as a spotlight underneath was shown brightly through the thickness of the fog. As soon as the fog covered up enough of a good area of the ramp, a wrestler by the name of Aiden Covell would start to emerge from behind the curtain and walk towards the fog. By now, the song had already began to pick up in it's intensity and the silhouette of Aiden would be seen with his face covered through means of his hoodie. Aiden eased his breathing only slightly that way he wouldn't breathe in the fog through his lungs. Yet as he stood there, his body stayed still while the song soon progressed into the opening lyrics of his theme song.
Maybe I want you to hate me
Sick of your point of view
I hope you choke on the irony
That you're criticizing me
When you're the one too blind to see
The forest through the trees
Aiden's head would slowly raise once the lyrics had started, but would wait for the opportune moment before he would react.
You're playing the saint
Just playing the saint
Just playing the saint
You can't judge me!
Boom. Taking a huge step forward as a hand rose to his hoodie, Aiden would toss the hood of his hoodie backwards and shoot his arms to his sides. Sparks would pop and start to shower down behind him through a lined vent above the entrance to the 'gorilla position' as the fog would start to dissipate. Aiden would smirk as the crowd offered a few cheers and hollers for him. But they truly didn't know Aiden's intentions just yet; As far as they knew, they knew nothing. Slowly Aiden would lower his arms to his sides and take a moment to look at the man and his significant other in the ring. Eying them both for a brief few seconds before making his forward progression down the ramp. His music would continue to blast and lyrics never once failing to keep Aiden pumped as his body moved forward towards the steel steps. Aiden was already dressed in his ring gear from the Indies, but added the effect of a hoodie and a black-logo shirt underneath as additional look. Taking his time ascending the steps, Aiden's gloved hand would grip the middle rope.
Keeping his eyes on this old man who Aiden had seen in action before, Aiden's smirk never once washed off his face. He would seen step through the ropes and randomly put his hands together just to applaud the guy's speech. Yes, Aiden was clapping for the guy, but not for the reasons that the crowd would expect. Not at all. You see, Aiden had attended a few wrestling live events and live pay per views in his day, and a few of them featured this man on the card. The guy was known simply as, The Suplex Shooter. Once known as the Bad Chyld but was always not only a household name, yet an internet smartmark phenomenon. His finishers were brutal and his title reign as United States Champion was second to none. Aiden had watched that match, and many others. But Aiden also found out about AJ's dark past when it became internet known. Call it leaks, accidental hacks or something of the like. AJ was a druggie and an alcoholic. The exact downward spiral that Aiden never ever experienced and never will.
Aiden let that thought pass through his mind as he walked across the ring, pointing at AJ and shaking his finger as if he had a point to make. Yet this was only to signify that AJ was to expect a microphone response to come soon enough. Crouching through the top and middle ropes as a ringside attendant had handed his a microphone, Aiden grabbed a hold of the device in his right hand. Leaning back so that his body would return to a standing formation, Aiden Let the microphone dip forward and tossed it up to flip it in the air a few times before catching it with spotless accuracy. Simply doing this to waste time before bringing the microphone to his lips to initiate the verbal confrontation. By now his music had cut and the only sounds being made was the low ambiance of crowd chatter and a few random hoots and hollers. Several people had made efforts from upper rows to get AJ's attention, a few of them even shouting their love for the man. Aiden would even stall his speech to look at AJ before starting.
"No no no, keep cheering and rooting your hero on, Evo fans. It's remarkable that this guy can even get out of bed in the morning. Five time champion. Several rivalries with multiple superstars over the course of his wrestling tenure and yet, he still thinks he's got it". The crowd was a mixture of boos, signifying that they understood Aiden's tone. Others began the chant of You still got it! You still got it! as if it would give AJ any sort of confidence to get back in action. "Shhhhhh! Evo's keep it down. You don't want to egg Mr. Suplex Shooter over here on. God forbid he wrestles another match and breaks his back. Can't imagine how humiliating it would be to have to transition from a cane to a walker at such a relatively early age". More boos would be heard against Aiden's insults as Aiden simply kept that egotistical smirk on his face. His movements were of a slow pace from the left side of the right, to the right. Staring down both AJ and his female accomplice.
"Look at you. AJ Warner. You know, I used to be a big fan of yours. Oh yeah. Attending all the live events and sitting at ringside as this 'self confessed legend' that you claim to be laid waste to his opponents. You held the title for.. how many months, AJ? Six? That's a hell of an accomplishment in this day and age. What is that.. over one-hundred and eighty days? Evo's please. Do give this man a round of applause since he clearly can't do it himself with one arm tied around his hired woman for the night and the other keeping himself up by means of a cane". Even more boos would thunder around the ring as Aiden took a moment to stop his pacing and step forward to be within a few feet of AJ. "I'm not out here to humiliate you AJ. I'm not even out here to ask you for a match. I'm out here, because you're looking for someone to be the 'next AJ Warner'? You're looking for someone to be a legend just like you? What about someone who can become a legend better, than you".
Aiden would take his time to let that comment sink in as AJ most likely had something to say about it. However, Aiden seemed to have the floor right now and he'd take his time owning it. "You see, I know you, AJ. I read the internet articles. I saw the stories. I read the headlines. You're problems with pills. Your alcoholic abuses. How you were one of the most disliked people backstage because you were a bipolar nutcase. Oh yeah, I read it all. You call yourself a champion? Champions hold titles, but they don't abuse their lifestyle. You want a real champion? Look me in the eyes. While you were having run-ins with the law and losing the respect of your peers and family, I was busting my a** in the indies. I was leaving my blood, sweat and tears in the ring while you were getting your fix and drinking your life away. I was accomplishing feats that no one had ever seen before, while you were out tipping off cheap-dollar hookers for a one night stand just because none of the divas backstage wanted you".
Letting the mic leave his lips, Aiden dropped his hand to his side and awaited no doubt a heavy response from AJ himself.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 8:19 pm
The pale complexion of AJ's face was tinted in layers of red. There was nothing he could do, so Audrey took the initiative to slap the cocky young man across the face. As she cocked her arm back, however, Warner caught her swing and turned her around to keep her from striking the brash loud-mouth. He raised the microphone to his lips, a frustrated chuckle emerging through his lungs, before coming back with his own response.
"See kid... you seemed to miss a point. I don't know your name, and I don't know your story, but that's exactly the point I'm trying to make. I made a name for myself, and through all the adversities I've been through, I still got to hold championships that meant something. You busted your a** in front of two-hundred people for fifty bucks a night, and that's real admirable, so admirable in fact, that me and ninety percent of the men in this industry have taken the same path. But unless you just signed a contract here, or security mistook you as someone else... you're like all these people. A no-named schmuck lost in a sea of faces."
Some boos rained through the audience while most seemed glued to their seat. A mysterious young man had just stepped up to a real miserable veteran who made his rounds in professional wrestling.
"And as far as the whole divas thing go, I'll let Audrey's beautiful appearance speak for itself. You got some real balls coming out here and stepping up to a soldier who's retired his gun. You think that's going to make a bold statement? You think making light of my hardships is going to win you any favors? I lost my kids, my wife... my brother... and my priorities. What have you lost? What do YOU have to fight for? What are you going to do when you hit that rock bottom, kid? Because if you don't watch your step, you're gonna reach the lowest of lows really, really, quick."
Nose to nose, AJ looked this young man in the eye just praying he would budge and not take action that Warner could not back up. But who knows... maybe taking action would have made a good impression on the Shooter in a sick and twisted way. The tension in the air between two complete strangers was surreal.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 9:44 pm
Just from the look on the guys face, Aiden could tell he got under the old timers skin. Not only that, but his little female accomplice seemed to get all hot and aggressive. Having the intestinal fortitude to step forward and slap Aiden right across the face. Aiden's smirk, disappeared. If anything, Aiden's facial tone took a more aggressive approach and half-lid eyes showed a sense of irritation with AJ's little bitches actions. Raising a gloved hand to rub his cheek and move his jaw from left to right, Aiden noticed how the female was now aiming to shoot forward for a punch, cocking her arm back and everything. Aww, AJ not only hired the b***h, but has her as security too. Watching AJ stop her from punching him, Aiden just let a small smirk creep back up on his face as he looked dead straight into the eyes of the female. Daring her to take another shot at him and knowing that he wouldn't hesitate to make it her last slap she would ever take in her life. But as predicaments became otherwise, AJ now took to speaking.
Boos seemed to rain down on either AJ or Aiden, he couldn't tell at this point by how AJ had reprimanded him. Saying that despite all his best efforts and busting his as in the ring regardless, Aiden was nothing but a 'no-named schmuck lost in a sea of faces'. Again, the smirk seemed to fade, but Aiden kept his composure well for the most part. It did irk him that this old timer felt the need to think that despite the fact that he held championships, he still had relevance. The guy was rendered to a cane and some slut with most likely paid for tit jobs and a crotch that Aiden expected to be relative to tossing a baseball bat down a New York City subway tunnel. If that's all AJ could afford nowadays? The guy was just as worthless as his attempts to get under Aiden's skin so far. But that soon changed as AJ soon got in his face and barked out a series of serious toned remarks. Telling Aiden what he had lost as well as warning Aiden to watch his step? Please. But the fact that AJ was now nose to nose with him, spoke volumes.
At this point, Aiden would maintain his piercing grey-eyed look directly in AJ's face and not stand down at all. Exchanging looks between AJ and his little whore of a female arm candy, Aiden kept his microphone skills on task. "No, AJ. See, that's where you're wrong. These people, sit on ringside behind barricades and spend their hard earned money to watch people perform. Not listen to half-assed speeches about your 'good old times' as if people still hold you relevant. Yeah, you held that United States Championship for six months. That's good. That's great. But you didn't retire with it. Thus, you got beat. You know who else beat you? A good handful of people that most likely went on to become champions because they used you as a stepping stone. The stepping stone that you've become due to being a broken shell of your old self. You didn't retire because you're all banged up and hurt. You're retired because your pride was shattered into pieces".
Taking the microphone away from his mouth for a second, Aiden would listen to the crowds reaction from behind him. From his perspective, it seemed to be a mixed crowd not knowing exactly what the hell to make of this situation. All they knew was, this could get ugly soon. Raising the mic back up to his lips, Aiden took a second to let the crowd chatter die down before continuing on. "You think Audrey's looks impress me? I could find twenty more women in the back right now that are more likely to hold my interests than some chick you probably found on the street and paid to get a whole body makeover. High heels. Stockings. Long dress cut along the thighs at the sides. Strapless top just to show off her tits. Can someone say, easy access? You used to be a glorified champion. But now you've subjected yourself to hiring strippers from the Gentleman's Club around the corner to be your 'personal escort'. How dismal are you?".
Oh, but Aiden wasn't done yet. No, not at all. If anything, Aiden was just getting started. He had waited in the 'gorilla position' behind the curtain for a long time for this moment. He sure as he ll would capitalize on the opportunity and swim with it. "You said it yourself, AJ. All you are is some soldier who retired his gun. A gun you traded in for a cane and a uniform you replaced with a cheap knock-off suit. I damn sure think that pointing out your flaws will shed light on how much of a fluke your championship reign was. Wanna' know what else was a fluke? Your 'I Quit' match with Kelly. What kind of a loser knocks their opponent out and records them saying 'I Quit'? Better yet, what dumbass ref did you hire to believe into that bullshit and let you win that match? Do you really have anything left in the tank, AJ? Or are you just as worthless and weak as any championship reign you held and legacy you left in your wake". Now finishing his verbal assault, he would await the return fire.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 11:25 pm
Forget the retired gun analogy: AJ had blown a gasket. Never had he been disrespected this much in his life, and for this rookie to spit on everything he had worked so hard for was beyond his belief. This had to stop, because if it didn't, things were going to get very bloody very quickly. Not in Warner's favor either.
"YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT RELEVANCE, YOU LITTLE s**t? EVERYTHING THAT I CLAWED FOR IN THIS SPORT HAS OPENED THE DOORS FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU, I MADE THIS POSSIBLE FOR YOU, BECAUSE WITHOUT ME, THERE WOULDNT BE THE KELLY KINGS, THE RANDY ORTONS, THE DISCIPLES OR THE MIKE LANDRYS. I MADE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEIR CAREERS AND I'LL DO EVERYTHING I CAN TO END YOURS BEFORE IT EVEN STARTS. I CAME FROM HUMBLE BEGINNINGS AND I SNATCHED THE FEW OPPORTUNITIES I WAS GIVEN AND MADE THE MOST OF THEM, YOURE LUCKY ITS NOT WRITTEN IN YOUR CONTRACT TO KISS MY a** JUST TO ENTER THE GODDAMN DOOR.
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WHY DID YOU COME OUT HERE, KID? I'VE BROKEN MY BODY, SPILLED BLOOD, AND NOT JUST MINE... SIMPLY SO THESE PEOPLE HAVE A REASON TO BUY A TICKET. SO YOU TELL ME, DID YOU COME OUT HERE TO GAIN SOME RECOGNITION?
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Or did you come out here with a plan to right your wrongs? Because I've been trying to advertise myself now as a utility, to help people who need it, just like arrogant fools such as yourself. You've evaded every question I asked you because you don't know what you're going to do when s**t hits the fan. You know, you remind me a lot of myself when I was younger. Brash... hungry... and stupid. Deep down, it must be hard for you to come out here and talk down to somebody through the eyes of a nobody, and it takes a lot of balls to come to me, beaten down or not, and try to break down the traits that make me a man when you're still a boy. But I'm not gonna trade words with you, when I don't even know if you can trade punches. Now it's time for YOU to make a sales pitch to me, and you better make it good. I may be past my time, but shoving my good leg up your a** and using you as a walking boot doesn't seem so far fetched to me."
The crowd had no idea how to react. While AJ was so self-absorbed and narcissistic, he had been offering a helping hand to new talent. His contradictions of being forever put on the shelf and wanting to kick Aiden's a** were a reflection of Warner still being attached to his ego and his past. But the arrogance of this newcomer was so bold... it had made the Shooter re-think his approach. Perhaps it was too late to take bad words from either side, however. Pride had taken the shape of two alpha males and one really worried girlfriend.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 12:59 pm
And there it was. The exact reasoning that Aiden had gotten under AJ's skin was to see this side of AJ. The AJ that was angry. The AJ that was confrontational. The AJ.. that still had that fight and fire within him that seemed to blaze like an inferno. Despite being put on blast and AJ yelling directly in his face, Aiden held a smirk. A smirk that was weak, but it showed that his reason for causing AJ to flip help purpose. Aiden was happy, that he was getting chewed up and slit out verbally. Aiden was happy, that AJ has defended his little female accomplice the way he did. Hell, Aiden was even happy his girlfriend slapped him in the face. Why? Because it showed that she actually had some guts. Guts that seemed to fade as AJ got progressively much more pissed off. But guts none the less. Aiden waited for AJ to continue his rant and finally come to a point where AJ would stop talking. A point to which Aiden himself would let everything AJ had told him sink in his head and conclude with a retort of Aiden's own.
AJ's finish of demanding that Aiden make a sales pitch to him almost made Aiden laugh. A sales pitch? Really? As far as Aiden was concerned, he already had the credentials and the in-ring know how to keep up with others. He felt confident enough to be put in high-risk situations because he knew the crowd will have never seen what he does before. But for him to have to make a sales pitch to the one guy that he used to watch on television and now managed to anger? Haha. What a crock. "You see, AJ. I don't need to run a sales pitch to prove my worth when I've already came out here and accomplished what I wanted to do. For the longest amount of time after you took that hiatus from wrestling, I've always wondered. Does AJ still have it in him. Does AJ still have any flicker of energy flowing through his veins. Does AJ still have that inner champion caliber attitude. I asked myself all these questions, and tonight I've finally found the answers. AJ.. still has that inner fighting spirit".
The crowd most likely was confused beyond belief at what the hell the reasoning for Aiden's choice words were at this point. However, Aiden was the only one who knew what agenda he just ran and what steps he had to take to get that old roughneck, a*****e AJ back into full swing. Now? He'd capitalize. "Truth is AJ, I simply got under your skin to see if you're anything close to who you used to be. I think you not only proved it to me, but you proved it to them. Honestly AJ, I don't give a damn about the insults. I don't give a damn about the past. Hell, I don't give a damn about impressing them". Aiden would point to the crowd as a loud roar of boos would thunder upon him. "What I care about, is the fact that you walk around thinking you're some broken shell of a guy. You think that your time is done and over with. You think that your wrestling days are behind you. And yet you see the Ric Flairs and the Hulk Hogans still wrestling today. Hell, even Kevin Nash and Sting".
At the comment of the more high profile wrestling legends names, the crowd seemed to cheer more for them at this point then either wrestler in the ring. "The point I'm making is this. You need to get that half-assed, cheap suit off your back and trade it in for your wrestling gear. You need to toss that cane out the window and trade it in for a steel chair or a title belt. You know what, keep the chick because if that's what gets your d**k hard, so be it. But don't bullshit me and the Evo's into your little sob story about how your wrestling career is done. Because there are a handful of wrestlers a hell of a lot older than you still wrestling to this day. You have a bad back? Invest in DDP Yoga. You have mental problems? See a shrink on your off days. But don't bullshit me into thinking that you're broken down and beyond repair when I just single handedly brought out that old shade of AJ right here, right now. I don't need a sales pitch to give to you when I've just did something no one else in the back seemed to have the balls to do".
Taking a moment to step back from their already-prolonged nose-to-nose predicament, Aiden started pacing again. "You don't think I can trade punches? That's fine. Because I can trade punches, kicks and soar higher then any other aerial amateur in the back. You think I came out here to gain recognition? I came out here to prove a point. A point that I'm damn sure that rang loud all the way to the rafters and to the confession stands behind the second levels curtains. You know what I'm going to do when s**t hits the fan? I'm gonna' trudge right through it and still come out on top. Why? Because I have a confidence that yeah, displays a sign of arrogance and egotistical nature. But in this industry, you either keep your head up, or you get shoved face first into the canvas. I refused to be second best in the Indies. I refused to be undermined and disrespected just because I don't look like a future Heavyweight Champion. So what did I do? I made my goals and ambitions that much higher to achieve and look where I am now".
Aiden would take a moment to regain some breath and calm his body down due to non-stop talking. But the fact that he was basically selling himself with a sales pitch, without meaning to sell himself, spoke volumes. "Every week in the training room. Every week after the matches. All the Indies boys in the back would go out drinking and partying. Smoking and ******** multiple women each day. What did I do? I sat in the middle of a hotel room watching wrestling matches and gulped down bottles of Gatorade. I busted my a** in the gym day in and day out while guys simply did one or two reps then left to get laid. I set myself on a strict diet and built my body up to handle the bumps, bruises and life of a wrestler. And look where that's got me? A walk in the door of easily one of the two hottest wrestling promotions alive today. It's gotten me to where my hard work and accomplishments have been worth every bead of sweat or drop of blood. You wanted a "sales pitch", AJ? That's all I have to offer you. Take it or leave it".
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:26 pm
Wow... for the first time in his life AJ had been at an utter loss for words. He had seen a reflection of his younger self, except this reflection was even better than the man he had been in the past. A stunning first speech was given towards a veteran who had prided themselves on their articulate mic-work. This young man had a rocket ship tied to his back whether Warner was going to help him out or not. This kid just motivated him to ignore all his injuries and come back, this amateur just provided examples of how he kept his eyes on the ultimate goal without letting any deterrent get in his way. Aiden had just made his sales pitch without even intending to do so, or so he thought. The Shooter went to raise the microphone to his lips, but failed to find the right words. He slowly lowered the microphone before releasing his grasp on it, signaling the fact that he was done speaking. Without hesitation, AJ had taken a stepoutside of his comfort zone, and in a rare act of respect, he stuck his hand out towards the Impossibility. Audrey was at a loss for the attempted handshake; she had just been so disrespected by the young man that she assumed Warner wouldn't stand up for it. But again, she never questioned her man. AJ was stunned at how impressed he was without seeing Aiden compete. That didn't matter. Heart and intelligence were superior to any athletic ability this kid said he possessed.
(You ******** nailed it)
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 2:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 2:11 pm
AJ kept his eyes locked onto Aiden to add that much more importance to the respect he was showing. A minute ago, AJ had been flustered worse than recent memory could remind him. But this coming full circle, AJ finding his protege and Aiden finding a mentor, was a sign of things to come: a mysterious new-comer had paired himself up with a rarely-trusting veteran of the sport, and it seemed as though the duo had already cleared the air with one another before showing their alliance. A smile crept over his face, a sincere one. Warner leaned in and whispered in his new ally's ear.
"What did you say your name was again? Nevermind that, let's go over some film."
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 1:55 am
There it was. A seal of a handshake and a mutual sign of respect from both a no named guy, and a living legend in the same ring. In a sense, it was rather surreal to Aiden that the guy he had once watched live in a match, would now be shaking his hand. A guy that he sat in the second row ringside seats watching while he busted his a** in the gym, would be the same guy he was sharing the ring with right now. As AJ leaned in to tell him something, Aiden simply kept his gaze in front of him. AJ soon asking what his name was and mentioning that the two of them should start to get to looking at film. Letting his response come from the corner of his mouth, Aiden would reply with the same respectful pitch and tone AJ gave him. "Name's Aiden Covell, Mr. Warner. I'm always down to study some film" Aiden would reply. Once the moment was finished, Aiden would release his grip on AJ's hand and move towards the apron to sit on the middle rope so AJ and his girlfriend could get out easy. No doubt the two of them would make their way backstage minutes later and get to work.
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