Post by Ace Marshall on Sept 10, 2017 18:34:51 GMT -5
I'm not really sure what possessed me to jump head first into the world of Pride Pro Wrestling. I mean I did but I wasn't sure what excuse to give to the people who would care to know. Call it an opportunity to take a crack at a new realm within the industry maybe. Perhaps it was for another pay check. The sad reality? I was just bored.
Being bored tended to trigger most of the occurrences in a day for me. Consider it part of my charming disposition. Everything happens just because, there is no fate, no destiny, nothing beyond this one spec of time you get to spend on this rock-- This was it and you could either accept it and do anything and everything your heart desired or you could live one sad existence and fade off into the dust of oblivion in which you came. Choose carefully or let time choose for you.
Pulling into the parking lot of the office for PPW, I set aside the bottle of Silver 1800 Tequila I had been polishing off for the last two hours, placing it beside my take out; some cheap greasy mess of a burger from one of the few mom and pop restaurants still on this side of the country that was not trying to branch or sell out to become something else. Both of these items fit very nicely into my game of daily Russian Roulette. Know what the top killers are in this country? For all the people afraid of guns, you're far more likely to eat yourself into oblivion until your heart is ready to explode within your chest. Heart disease was at the top of the charts, McDonalds was killing us all, one day at a time.
Number two was a little more exciting; car accidents. The little steel death traps of glory. For the cheap price of your life and someone standing outside with a cell phone you can get a bit of youtube fame and be just another glorious and sad statistic.
Number three was dull but it was number three regardless; Hospitals.
I nearly hit the handicap sign informing me there would be a fee and my car could be towed without the proper authorization to be there. I was willing to take my chances-- I was far too drunk to care at this point. I'd have to see where alcoholism fit on this list of top ways the country offs itself. Speculating on the chances someone would just drive off with my car in this part of the city I decide to just leave it running. Pestering insurance over a stolen motored vehicle probably wouldn't be very profitable at all given the bandit would have the key but again, most of what occurs in my days comes from boredom. Let's spin that wheel and see where it takes me. No pun intended, pun humor was for assholes.
Stepping into the building I pull my shades up hoping to hide the sight of my blood shot eyes. Perhaps they'd see it, I don't know, I hardly care. I have a reputation for being an idiot, a drunk, a womanizer, a hater and the guy with over two-million views for bringing a fucking live tiger to the ring to scare off my opponent. Wrestling is charming in ways, it let's us be modern day gladiators in one sense, in the other whatever the hell you damn well please.
I debated what I wanted to be today. I had no grand purpose anymore, I felt like I had mostly accomplished it all. I didn't have many fears or fascinations, I've been almost everywhere in the world. The one fear plaguing me was the first sight of gray hairs, be in on top of my head or being plucked from my balls. The thought was terrifying and legit each and every day.
I kind of wanted to know who I could piss off today. The receptionist peered up seemingly bored but glanced over at me before I guess giving me the one over approval. I would flirt but I'm afraid the first thing I'm going to say to her is going to get me sent to a seminar on sexual harassment.
"Hi," I begin while slowly trying to form the smile I'm most known for. It's hard I find, it's not coming so naturally but I can't tell if it's the alcohol or the mushrooms I ingested. I see bubbles forming over her head and inside that bubble she is standing over me with a whip. I'm tied to a Saint Andrew's cross and she is beating me to tears for her own sexual perversions. I didn't know hallucinogenics could turn me into a mind reader but I went with it, I was now terrified of what she wanted to do to me.
She blinks, seemingly bored. "Yes?"
"Hi."
"You said that already," she responded.
Right. Fuck. This shit is hard. "Riiight." Coughing I turn away while running the four main fingers across my top lip. Turning back to her I smile. "I'm a... I'm..." Oh God, who am I? Right. "I'm Ace Marshall." Good save!
"Right, well just go through the double doors down the hall and it'll be the third office down on the left."
I didn't catch any of that, did you? Smiling regardless, I figured I could fake it and find it eventually. Waving as she turns away to ignore me for whatever fetish is playing in that bubble over her head now, I turn and shake my head. Wow, she's such a weirdo. Reaching into my pocket I pull out my flask. I could at least ask Johnny Walker to assist me with negotiations. Whenever I found this office. What did she say again? ---
Being bored tended to trigger most of the occurrences in a day for me. Consider it part of my charming disposition. Everything happens just because, there is no fate, no destiny, nothing beyond this one spec of time you get to spend on this rock-- This was it and you could either accept it and do anything and everything your heart desired or you could live one sad existence and fade off into the dust of oblivion in which you came. Choose carefully or let time choose for you.
Pulling into the parking lot of the office for PPW, I set aside the bottle of Silver 1800 Tequila I had been polishing off for the last two hours, placing it beside my take out; some cheap greasy mess of a burger from one of the few mom and pop restaurants still on this side of the country that was not trying to branch or sell out to become something else. Both of these items fit very nicely into my game of daily Russian Roulette. Know what the top killers are in this country? For all the people afraid of guns, you're far more likely to eat yourself into oblivion until your heart is ready to explode within your chest. Heart disease was at the top of the charts, McDonalds was killing us all, one day at a time.
Number two was a little more exciting; car accidents. The little steel death traps of glory. For the cheap price of your life and someone standing outside with a cell phone you can get a bit of youtube fame and be just another glorious and sad statistic.
Number three was dull but it was number three regardless; Hospitals.
I nearly hit the handicap sign informing me there would be a fee and my car could be towed without the proper authorization to be there. I was willing to take my chances-- I was far too drunk to care at this point. I'd have to see where alcoholism fit on this list of top ways the country offs itself. Speculating on the chances someone would just drive off with my car in this part of the city I decide to just leave it running. Pestering insurance over a stolen motored vehicle probably wouldn't be very profitable at all given the bandit would have the key but again, most of what occurs in my days comes from boredom. Let's spin that wheel and see where it takes me. No pun intended, pun humor was for assholes.
Stepping into the building I pull my shades up hoping to hide the sight of my blood shot eyes. Perhaps they'd see it, I don't know, I hardly care. I have a reputation for being an idiot, a drunk, a womanizer, a hater and the guy with over two-million views for bringing a fucking live tiger to the ring to scare off my opponent. Wrestling is charming in ways, it let's us be modern day gladiators in one sense, in the other whatever the hell you damn well please.
I debated what I wanted to be today. I had no grand purpose anymore, I felt like I had mostly accomplished it all. I didn't have many fears or fascinations, I've been almost everywhere in the world. The one fear plaguing me was the first sight of gray hairs, be in on top of my head or being plucked from my balls. The thought was terrifying and legit each and every day.
I kind of wanted to know who I could piss off today. The receptionist peered up seemingly bored but glanced over at me before I guess giving me the one over approval. I would flirt but I'm afraid the first thing I'm going to say to her is going to get me sent to a seminar on sexual harassment.
"Hi," I begin while slowly trying to form the smile I'm most known for. It's hard I find, it's not coming so naturally but I can't tell if it's the alcohol or the mushrooms I ingested. I see bubbles forming over her head and inside that bubble she is standing over me with a whip. I'm tied to a Saint Andrew's cross and she is beating me to tears for her own sexual perversions. I didn't know hallucinogenics could turn me into a mind reader but I went with it, I was now terrified of what she wanted to do to me.
She blinks, seemingly bored. "Yes?"
"Hi."
"You said that already," she responded.
Right. Fuck. This shit is hard. "Riiight." Coughing I turn away while running the four main fingers across my top lip. Turning back to her I smile. "I'm a... I'm..." Oh God, who am I? Right. "I'm Ace Marshall." Good save!
"Right, well just go through the double doors down the hall and it'll be the third office down on the left."
I didn't catch any of that, did you? Smiling regardless, I figured I could fake it and find it eventually. Waving as she turns away to ignore me for whatever fetish is playing in that bubble over her head now, I turn and shake my head. Wow, she's such a weirdo. Reaching into my pocket I pull out my flask. I could at least ask Johnny Walker to assist me with negotiations. Whenever I found this office. What did she say again? ---
