WRESTLEFEST XIX
Dec 18, 2021 11:30:57 GMT -6
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Post by EWC on Dec 18, 2021 11:30:57 GMT -6
We return to a finely furnished office space with a few cushy chairs. Ace Heart sits with a beaming smile as the cameras fade in to his big, smug face.
Ace Heart: Good morning, Extreme Wrestling! Day one of WrestleFest XIX is in the books, and now? On to day two! I'm sitting here this morning with former -- like, really really a while ago former -- International Champion, the last number one contender for Xavier Reid, and absolute loser of title shot after title shot after title shot. King Flip! Who's only here because El Pablo was busy.
King Flip: I...
The camera pans out to show Flip pretty lost for words.
Ace Heart: Last time we sat down, you decided to mess with me and do some C-grade Iron Sheik impersonation. Doesn't feel good to be degraded, does it?
The King can't help but chuckle.
King Flip: Ah, right. The FX Broadcast championship match against Bosa. That was a good time. Yeah, the only thing getting degraded now is that poor title belt. Bradford seems more intent on appearances and seeming rich than he does being a decent human being to the championship that put his name on the map.
Heart's eyebrows go agape as Flip shrugs.
Ace Heart: Shots fired! But anyway, you've got yet another title opportunity Monday night. Day four of WrestleFest where you'll square up with Jamie Love--
King Flip: Who I've already besmirched.
Ace tries to continue through the interruption.
Ace Heart: Nevaeh...
King Flip: Who's only good win to date was against me.
The interviewer is getting more and more peeved by the second.
Ace Heart: 'Headhuntress' Aiya...
King Flip: Mouthy rookie who seems to have already caught the know-it-all bug.
Heart shakes his head and smirks.
Ace Heart: And of course, the X-Division champion himself, El Pablo.
King Flip: Until he isn't.
Ace slaps his hands against his legs, regret washing over him at the thought of agreeing to this sit down interview. But like a good little soldier he trudges right along.
Ace Heart: Let's start at the top. Jamie Love has had a hard run this year. He's finally gotten an opportunity for himself outside of the Young Lions. Do you think it's wise to just cast him aside because you've beaten him before?
King Flip: I don't ever cast anyone aside because I've beaten them before. That's Xavier Reid's job. What I'm doing is putting the idea front-and-center that I had his number. In his yard. When he thought he could play in my rule set. So, he beat Shaker Jones. That's like beating Halo Syndicate, y'know? Who fucking hasn't? Then two weeks later he stapled in his spot against Tonya Yabbadabba who gives a shit? I'm sorry if you have to, I dunno, DO MORE to actually impress me. They were hand-me-down matches from a hand-me-down brand. They gave him all the tools necessary to make this into something even IF they didn't give him the proper competition... and what he does with it is continue down the same Eeyore road he's been on all year. Kid can hardly even stand up for himself. Even his deadbeat father sees it, which is why the man will be accompanying him to yet another Jamie Love slaughterhouse. He's a fucking sheep trying to live in the world of wolves. He will continue to get eaten every time until he bucks the fuck up. Period.
Ace is near speechless.
Ace Heart: Jesus. Okay. Nevaeh--
King Flip: Insufferably unfunny. The only true thing to come out of her ONE fucking promo was when she called herself a bitch. Yeah, we've got one of those over on BRAWL, too, and she's done fuck all with her career as well. This little pissant attached herself to the Clown while he was Undisputed champion. And when they collectively realized they were the little engine that couldn't quite get it, she gave up. Color me surprised that this Troglodyte tried at some angle because she knew that -- pound for pound -- she was trying to bat way beyond her actual skill level. Even her victory against Bathsheba looked pathetic. Why do you think I didn't waste my time making an appearance on that brand? It sure as shit wasn't because I'm afraid of anything she brings to the table. And it wasn't because I didn't want to watch Rushin' Roulette fail to secure the win against the former World Tag Team champions, either. Still kicking myself in the ass for not getting that front row seat. But you wanted my opinion of the little girl who so diligently wants to be hardcore. I faced a girl like that at Hardcore Revolution... and I put her in her Goddamn place. Random loss on fucking PRIME in the beginning of the year aside, this situation is no different at all. As a matter of fact, it's tipped against her even worse because she's got Pablo breathing down her neck on one side from some old bullshit and me seething and reeling to beat her Goddamn face in over that little old loss.
Unsure how to broach the topic, Ace is a little scared to say what he's about to say. The mad lad says it anyway.
Ace Heart: You have a lot of anger issues, Flip. You should talk to somebody about that.
King Flip: Anger issues? I think you'd be angry when little shitlords like Aiya are trying their best to one-up you logically when they've barely gotten their foot in the game.
Heart throws his hands up.
Ace Heart: I didn't even--
King Flip: It doesn't matter, Ace. I've had it with these armchair hardcore enthusiasts talking to me -- ME. -- like I haven't lived this life my entire career. Trying their Goddamn hardest to belittle every little thing they can because they don't have the self-esteem to look in the mirror and accept the fact that they're actually afraid to see me succeed. They're pissing their fucking panties at the idea that a man like me is walking into that ring with them Monday night. They're LITERALLY SHAKING in their wrestling boots because I. AM. THE MAN. TO BEAT. I go out there night... after night... AFTER FUCKING NIGHT... and time and time again I got a pussy fur's length away from nailing guys like Kendrick Kross and Wes Walker to the canvas with guys like Stitches and Ace King in the ring with me. How on God's green Earth do they think they're going to fare against competition like that? But no, Ace, they can't just be honest with themselves. They have to nitpick and fiddlefuck some angle. I'm tired of it. I'm done. So I have no choice but to go out there Monday night and prove each and every one of them wrong.
Ace allows Flip a moment to regain his composure. When he thinks he can get a word in edge wise, he continues.
Ace Heart: El--
King Flip: FUCK El Pablo. I'm done.
Flip yanks the mic from his shirt and tosses it. He storms out of the room.
Ace Heart: Whelp. That just happened.
The scene fades as Ace Heart pours himself a glass of something hard.