Post by Ace Marshall on Sept 15, 2017 17:15:16 GMT -5
"Let me get this straight," he began while sighing in resignation. "You signed up for some new Indy promotion-"
"They seem financially okay."
"Please don't interrupt me. You go to the contract negotiations without me, high as a fucking kite, you not only imply you will work for free- you demanded it."
"Okay, yeah, I'm not sure where my mind was at the time. It's not free though. It's for-"
"Ace, I am your agent, your Booker and your lawyer. Let me just go ahead and make it clear, you are not a charity organization. Had you come to me first with this ridiculous concept, i could have done more for You. At this point? You're literally working for free. The money you could have made, is going to some rehab clinic in Malibu."
"Exactly! View it as me investing in a time share! I could go to Malibu. On my off time, off season, claiming- while legitimately- high out of my mind. It's cheaper than buying a house, I don't have a serious commitment-"
"We can maybe use this for PR? I don't know. Ace, seriously, you need to let me do my job. You literally went from being possibly the most paid star in this company to... Yeah whatever."
So, here I am on the phone with Randal Crick. Yes, I call him prick in my off time for fun. In case you missed it, he's responsible for a lot of stuff I have no interest in partaking in. Naturally, we butt heads sometimes. He wants me to go to him, I question why I pay him when I spend more time trying to avoid him; it's kind of a vicious cycle.
"And what is this," he continued. "Pride Pro Wrestling? PPW?"
"Those are the initials I'm assuming."
"Ace, you're going to have to pay me to get an assistant. Between appearances for SCW, HW and being an assistant coach for the Mayhems-"
Alright so, to catch people up; I wrestle a lot. I also coach a lingerie team with is awesome. I get to watch bikini clad warriors run around all day, it's like Heaven were I a believer, so sayth the Lord! Unfortunately, he is probably right about trying to take on too much. It's why I was debating hiring a double to take my place when I'm hungover or just, not in the mood for working.
My work ethnic is probably terrible. I don't care, I've put my time in. I wanted to do something different for once. For those who may recognize me, yes, I am a spokesman for Hedon Resorts in Jamaica. I also do an endorsement deal for a new condom company. Some people do gatorade, I sell being a former porn star who decided to wrestle. It's a great gig.
"-Are you paying attention?"
I blink. Honestly thinking to myself I had just ignored every bit of what he was just saying.
"Yes?"
He sighed again over the phone causing me to roll my eyes while telling the little Spanish dude in front of me to add more cheese. I needed all of the cheese and beef that could be put on that bitch. It was imperative for my survival and mood.
"Ace... Just... I need to go."
Praise Jesus. Hanging up I cheerfully pay the man in front of me. It was nacho day. Also had two thousand dollars in ones tied up into balls for the strip club later. If you're going to make it rain, be responsible and ensure everyone is working equally for their shares. My phone went off again and I have no clue who is calling. I never do. I never care to be honest. I was glad Randal called to remind me of the name of the new promotion I was in. I'm terrible with names.
I don't know what happened in two years. Some things used to get me all roused up and excited. New bookings would be like nice little prepackaged boners. At this point? It's just another day and not even another dollar. The fun came in finding new fun to be had.
I was supposed to be getting an interview at some point but thus far had been ignored. I contemplated mass texting a picture of my cock to either give them all a memo, a wake up call or to get fired for indecency. I didn't care which.
"They seem financially okay."
"Please don't interrupt me. You go to the contract negotiations without me, high as a fucking kite, you not only imply you will work for free- you demanded it."
"Okay, yeah, I'm not sure where my mind was at the time. It's not free though. It's for-"
"Ace, I am your agent, your Booker and your lawyer. Let me just go ahead and make it clear, you are not a charity organization. Had you come to me first with this ridiculous concept, i could have done more for You. At this point? You're literally working for free. The money you could have made, is going to some rehab clinic in Malibu."
"Exactly! View it as me investing in a time share! I could go to Malibu. On my off time, off season, claiming- while legitimately- high out of my mind. It's cheaper than buying a house, I don't have a serious commitment-"
"We can maybe use this for PR? I don't know. Ace, seriously, you need to let me do my job. You literally went from being possibly the most paid star in this company to... Yeah whatever."
So, here I am on the phone with Randal Crick. Yes, I call him prick in my off time for fun. In case you missed it, he's responsible for a lot of stuff I have no interest in partaking in. Naturally, we butt heads sometimes. He wants me to go to him, I question why I pay him when I spend more time trying to avoid him; it's kind of a vicious cycle.
"And what is this," he continued. "Pride Pro Wrestling? PPW?"
"Those are the initials I'm assuming."
"Ace, you're going to have to pay me to get an assistant. Between appearances for SCW, HW and being an assistant coach for the Mayhems-"
Alright so, to catch people up; I wrestle a lot. I also coach a lingerie team with is awesome. I get to watch bikini clad warriors run around all day, it's like Heaven were I a believer, so sayth the Lord! Unfortunately, he is probably right about trying to take on too much. It's why I was debating hiring a double to take my place when I'm hungover or just, not in the mood for working.
My work ethnic is probably terrible. I don't care, I've put my time in. I wanted to do something different for once. For those who may recognize me, yes, I am a spokesman for Hedon Resorts in Jamaica. I also do an endorsement deal for a new condom company. Some people do gatorade, I sell being a former porn star who decided to wrestle. It's a great gig.
"-Are you paying attention?"
I blink. Honestly thinking to myself I had just ignored every bit of what he was just saying.
"Yes?"
He sighed again over the phone causing me to roll my eyes while telling the little Spanish dude in front of me to add more cheese. I needed all of the cheese and beef that could be put on that bitch. It was imperative for my survival and mood.
"Ace... Just... I need to go."
Praise Jesus. Hanging up I cheerfully pay the man in front of me. It was nacho day. Also had two thousand dollars in ones tied up into balls for the strip club later. If you're going to make it rain, be responsible and ensure everyone is working equally for their shares. My phone went off again and I have no clue who is calling. I never do. I never care to be honest. I was glad Randal called to remind me of the name of the new promotion I was in. I'm terrible with names.
I don't know what happened in two years. Some things used to get me all roused up and excited. New bookings would be like nice little prepackaged boners. At this point? It's just another day and not even another dollar. The fun came in finding new fun to be had.
I was supposed to be getting an interview at some point but thus far had been ignored. I contemplated mass texting a picture of my cock to either give them all a memo, a wake up call or to get fired for indecency. I didn't care which.
