Post by Cameron Stone on Jun 8, 2014 11:02:59 GMT -5
Note: Red text is Cameron Stone dialogue, and a different color is for the other person in the scene.
It's a warm summer evening in Calgary, though it was also a bit damp as well, given that it had rained pretty hard earlier that day. There was still some light cloud cover, and the sun had just set, so there was still some light left, but it was darkening quickly, and the sky was almost a navy blue. The streetlights illuminated the sidewalks and streets a bright orange. The lack of traffic on the residential street, combined with the dark blue sky and orange lighting made everything surprisingly peaceful and relaxing. Cameron Stone sat out on the front step of his house, enjoying the nice evening, a cigar in one hand, and a glass of Glenlevit 15 year old French oak reserve scotch in the other. His recent victories made the look stretched out across his face one of content. As he took a small sip of scotch, a beat up looking white sedan turned the corner at the end of the block onto his street, and it pulled to a stop in front of his house. Cameron recognized the car, but made no noticable change in demeanor or posture as Dare Evans stepped out of the car, white hot rage apparent across his face. He slammed the door of the car shut hard enough to rattle the vehicles windows, and he marched up the walkway to where Cameron sat. Opening his mouth to begin his planned verbal tirade, he only stopped when Cameron simply raised his hand, palm outwards, stopping him in his tracks. Taking a puff of his cigar, Cameron motioned towards Dare's car.
I wouldn't slam your doors so hard kid, that whole thing will fall apart if you do. I don't think you can afford to replace your car. But enough delaying this conversation, I've been expecting you, took you longer to get here than I thought. You want a drink before we get started?
You know I don't drink that crap, it's nasty. Now let's stay on topic, shall we? You screwed me over, and I want to know why. I was supposed to face Ace Bennett this show. I even stood up for you turning the challenge down. And now you have the gall to do this to me? Stealing the match out from under my feet when you wouldn't face up to the challenge before? What the hell gives Cameron?
I didn't screw you Dare. As painful as losing this match feels, one day you will understand why, and realize that I'm only protecting you.
How does screwing me out of my debut match qualify as protection? That seems like a really bad excuse you came up with to pull a one eighty and decide you want to steal my glory.
Don't forget who even got you this job in the first place Dare. Over several, better, more experienced, and more qualified talents I will add. And you come over here claiming I screwed you? The one person who has had your back since day one, when we first met. Let me tell you why I decided to pull the strings I did, and take this match. Ace Bennett wants me. You were just his consolation prize. This wouldn't have been a match, it would have been Ace Bennett doing everything his could to end your career before it even started, all to get to me. I realized that after our little confrontation and I wasn't about to let that happen. You'll still get your WFWF debut, just not against Ace Bennett, and not on this next show. I'll give Bennett what he wants. Me. And I'll get my licks in, don't you worry. I'll hurt him a lot more than you would have.
But you won't win Cameron.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, I appreciate it. but no matter what happens, I won't come out nearly as hurt as I was at the end of Superbrawl. I'll be healed up by the time we fight. A lot less hurt than you'd be. I'm the one who attacked Ace at Superbrawl. I made my bed, it's time for me to sleep in it.
Even if it's a bed of nails? What if you do get seriously hurt?
What do I have to lose Dare? If I ask for a match, WFWF will give it to me. If I'm unable to wrestle, I have my commentary job. If I really wanted to, I could probably get away with opening a wrestling school here in Calgary. I have options available to me. But this isn't the way you need to start off the biggest step in your career. You can't mortgage your future for this, it's not what I brought you into the WFWF for.
Well tell me then Cam, if I'm not even that good, why did you bother to bring me in anyways? What was the point? Why didn't you take one of those so called better talents and get them the job instead?
Cameron goes silent for a moment, mulling the answer to the question he was just asked. Taking a puff of his cigar and a swig of his scotch, he lets out a tired sigh before he goes on.
I brought you in because the WFWF needs more people like you. Let's face it, in terms of the people you'll find here, there are two truths. One, it's a hugely talented group of people. The other is that it's a cesspool. It's full of sociopaths and bungholes. Trust me on that, I used to be one them. For once, I want to introduce a talent who is in here for the right reasons. Someone who might not win all the time, maybe not even all that frequently, but who always gives one hundred percent. Someone who won't whine and complain everytime something doesn't go exactly their way. Someone who can be a role model to the kids who shouldn't be watching our program but do anyways. Maybe you won't be the biggest success, but just having everyone know that a guy like you got this job, it puts over that a good heart and a strong work ethic do get rewarded. I changed my life and who I was, and turned myself around, but it was too late for me to realize what my ceiling here was. But you coming in here like that right off the bat gives you room to grow.
That still doesn't really explain why I can't face Ace Bennett on this show.
Because you confronted him in anger. It would mean your first match would be fueled by rage, and at it's core, a revenge mission. I don't want your first taste of the stage, the crowd, the lights, the pay and the big leagues to be a personal vendetta. That's too hard to come back from. It isn't about the opponent, it's about the reason. I don't care if your first match is against someone who is lights out good like David Brennan, or even Phillip Schneider. But you deserve to go out there and have fun. Enjoy your moment. You only get to debut once. You shouldn't have this specter of fighting in my honor hanging over you, that's not fair. Ace Bennett is my problem, and I'll deal with it. Who knows? Maybe I'll pull out the miracle card and win.
You know, you sound like a Jedi or something right now.
I take that as a huge compliment, you have no idea how much I love my Star Wars.
Cameron lets out a hearty laugh, as he puts out his cigar on the step and drains the last of his scotch. Walking down the steps, Cameron moves down the side of the house towards the gate leading to the backyard, motioning for Dare to follow. Dare falls into step behind him, noticing that the sky is now black, and with all the cloud cover, not much light is coming down rom the moon tonight. But once they stepped through the gate to the path on the side of the house, there were a bunch of small lights along the path so you could see where you were going. They reached the backyard, and they moved over to right behind the house itself, where on a concrete patio like area, there was a round plastic table with a few cheap patio chairs around it. Right by the table was a small mini fridge that Cameron opened up, grabbing two cans of Molson Canadian. Cameron sat down in one of the chairs, letting out a small groan as he did, which Dare took note of. Cameron motioned at Dare to take the chair opposite his, and tossed him one of the beers. Dare took note of the visible discomfort shown by Cameron, and cracked his beer, taking a sip as he took a seat.
I notice you don't keep your beer fridge unlocked. Anyone ever stolen your booze?
Once. But you see, most people in the community know exactly who lives here. So most people steer clear of doing anything around this house. Hell, the one time it did get stolen, it turns out it was some teenage boy who stole it, and he got caught with it by his Dad, he came home from work early or something. So I guess the Dad demanded to know where he had gotten the beer, and the kid tells him he stole it from my house, and his Dad marched him up here with a new case of beer, plus what had been left of what he took. He had only drank two cans. His Dad made him spend his allowance on the new case anyways. And he asked if he could make the kid do some of the household things around my place to teach him a lesson, so I had the kid wash my car and clean my gutters. But he also got an autograph and a picture with me, so he learned his lesson, and still got something out of it. But nothing has gone missing ever since then, there really isn't any trouble at all on this block.
And after the amusing story, my real question. I see your groaning when you stand up and sit down, you're clearly in pain when you move around. You're going into the match with Bennett at less than a hundred percent, aren't you?
Chuckling, Cameron takes a long sip of his beer, staying silent for a few moments after that. After contemplating things for a few seconds, a grin breaks out on his face.
Time for another lesson I see. In this profession you are NEVER at one hundred percent. You've been working the indies for a few years, come on, you know that. What is important is being one hundred percent mentally, not physically. You always work injured to some degree. I'm just used to that degree being higher is all.
But you've given yourself no rest time since Superbrawl, you're in worse shape than most people usually are. If you want a hope at taking down Ace, you need to be fully charged.[/green]
We have pretty big gaps between shows, I have plenty of time to rest up before the match. Besides, give me some poutine and Canadian beer, and I'll be ready to kick some ass. This will be one of the biggest challenges I've ever faced, hands down. And it's one I didn't even want. So I understand you questioning my dedication. But looking back, Mak Cross was a speed bump. Bennett is a hill I need to climb. I don't want to face someone easy. I need to push myself. And who knows, maybe him making this more personal than it needs to be gives me an advantage. Maybe I can take advantage of some mistakes. I have been on a bit of a roll lately after all.
Yeah, I know, but something about those matches with Mak Cross and Penny Shannon just felt off. Almost as if they didn't really care as much about the matches as they should have, like that was a lack of motivation or something there.
Are you trying to take my Superbrawl moment away from me here buddy?
No man, not at all. Those last couple of wins were really impressive. You looked the best you ever have dude. But Ace Bennett is a whole different ball game. He is going to be motivated, and he is going to come at you harder than anyone else you've ever faced.
I intend to do the exact same.
Ace is also smart. He isn't going to underestimate you. Maybe you are just the WFWF gatekeeper, but he will know what you are capable of. He isn't like some of the other upper tier guys, he pays attention to the middle card talent. He wants to be ready for anyone who begins to rise up in stature.
Do tell me, young grasshopper, when did you, who has never wrestled a match in the WFWF, become such an expert on Ace Bennett?
You can just tell when you watch him, when you listen to him speak. He isn't oblivious to what's going on around him, he tends to be one step ahead.
Well, he was expecting to face you, and I turned the tables on him this time. Maybe it's finally time for Ace Bennett to be caught off guard for once. But still, maybe I should fly out and pay a visit to someone who is an expert on Ace Bennett. Might get some good advice, and it's always nice to see a friend.
The two sit in silence, sipping their beers as mosquitos buzz around them, both men in such deep thought they don't bother trying to bat them away. As Dare finishes his drink, he stands up, shaking Cameron's hand, and then heads off towards his car to head home for the night. Cameron finishes his drink, tossing the empties into the recycling, and then heads inside.
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After coming back inside after the talk with Dare Evans, Cameron Stone smiled. He felt that had went well, better than he had expected it to go. He was glad Dare Evans was able to see reason, and understand why he had taken the match, Now, it was just to convince the girlfriend of that. Christy was finishing her shift at work about now, and would be home shortly. Cameron moved into the computer room, flopping into the chair as he began looking for airfares to Pittsburgh leaving in the morning. He'd be able to to Pittsburgh to visit the friend he wanted to talk to about the match, and have some good time there for a couple of days before flying out for Dream Catcher from there. After browsing for a little while he finally found a decent deal, and he bought his ticket. The flight left at 7:00 in the morning, so he'd only get a few hours of sleep tonight, but it was fine, he could sleep more on the plane. He was more worried what Christy's reaction would be in regards to finding out he was leaving in the morning, instead of in a few days. He'd get the answer soon, as he heard the car door slam out front, he knew she was home. Moving to the front door, he opened it up for her. As she was getting her stuff from the car, he noticed the empty scotch glass from earlier, he had forgotten it on the step. Quickly he grabbed it and put it on the end table near the door inside, and turned back just in time to grab Christy, who had just walked through the door, and he embraced her, planting a kiss on her lips as he did.
That's certainly a nice welcome. Nice to see you honey, how was your day?
It was fine I guess. I had a talk with Dare, he's a good kid, but he wasn't too thrilled I took his match on the next show.
You took another match? I thought you were going to wind down on them, just stick to the commentary job, and work some odd local matches from time to time.
I know you don't approve, and I know physically I can't keep this up full time. But it's just so hard to step away sometimes. And I did attack Ace Bennett at Superbrawl, so in a way, I did start this.
You just have to be who you are, don't you? Can't let anything go.
Wouldn't be me if I did. By the way, I'm flying out to Pittsburgh in the morning, I've got to talk to Shawn, he knows Ace better than most, I'd like to get some tips on the match, and see how's he's doing after everything that's happened with him.
You're leaving already? I thought you were going to try to spend some more time at home in between shows.I want you here, to spend time with you.
And I will be. Just not this week.
Is something going to come up next time too? I don't just want you here, I need you here Cameron, something's happened.
What happened? Is everything alright? Is your boss giving you a hard time again? I can go and have a word with him if that's. . . .
I'm pregnant.
A look of total shock hits the face of Cameron, and for a moment, there was pure silence. Then, Cameron started laughing, and he hugged Christy, who didn't return the embrace.
I'm going to be a father!? That's incredible news! Why aren't you smiling?
Because I'm going to need you here more. And I'm scared. I'm nervous about having a child, and scared that our kid might grow up with a father who ends up crippled because he didn't know when to stop.
Don't be scared Christy. You can lean on me, I'll be strong. I just need to finish the run I've been doing. We're going to need more money. We need to make a baby room, and save up for stuff like a high chair and clothes. Me wrestling right now helps with that. I mean, the commentary job pays decent, but you know any show I wrestle on too, I get paid for both, and get way more money. and for winning at Superbrawl, I got a nice bonus. And with me in the limelight a bit more, merchandise is selling more, and I get a percentage from that. So if I can go a bit more right now, it lets me save up more for us, and when the baby is born, I can make sure not to partake in any of the bad stuff. I can support us Christy. I'll stop when I need to, you have my word, it's what's right for the family!
Alright. But you better be careful, you understand? If you go and get yourself taken out really badly, I'll hurt you, you understand?
[color-red]But what can you even do that the guys in the WFWF can't do to hurt me more honey haha?
No sex.
Cameron's face goes sour, and he shuts his mouth immediately, and nods shyly. Christy gets a triumphant smirk on her face, as the two head to the kitchen to make dinner.
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Claddagh's pub in Pittsburgh was a rather dark and grungy establishment. Located at the very end of an old, beaten up strip mall, the broken and faded sign above the door proclaimed they had been "proudly serving for over 50 years". That also appeared to be how long it had been since they had fixed or replaced anything. Cigarette butts littered the sidewalk out front, despite the fact that there was a disposal container for them hanging up beside the door. Venturing inside, there were perhaps more video lottery machines than were necessary. Accompanying those were a bunch of old worn out tables and rickety chairs. The sole server was a lady in her mid forties with stiff movements, and a cracked, hoarse voice that likely was a result of twenty plus years of chain smoking. Behind the bar stood a heavyset man wearing torn jeans and a black AC/DC t-shirt two sizes too small, sporting a 70's style mustache. The two positives one could say about the place was that they managed to somehow keep the glasses clean and the air conditioning cranked up. Still, the place had a certain undeniable charm to it, as the local watering holes tending to do. Cameron Stone couldn't help but chuckle. Places like this were exactly the type that he used to frequent. No wonder Shawn had suggested they meet here, he must have known he'd like it. He had thought it was strange that Shawn suggested they meet at a pub, considering he no longer drank, but Shawn was a good guy like that, he knew Cameron would want a drink or two, so he's meet at a place like this. He sipped his whiskey, daring to lean back in his chair, just hoping it wouldn't break apart on him. Shawn was over an hour late. Cameron wasn't mad, something probably delayed him, and it's not like there was nothing to do. He had passed some time by playing some pool with one of the other patrons, though he hadn't played too long, as the pool table was slanted, which made accurate shots difficult. And when he was playing for money with the joints regulars, he didn't like that disadvantage that he assumed they were acustomed to.
Getting even more bored, Cameron had even thrown twenty bucks into one of the video lottery machines. It turned out to be a good call, as he ended up cashing out just over a hundred dollars from playing blackjack. The bartender gave him a bit of a dirty look when he cashed out the ticket, but had lightened up when Cameron had tipped him well when he bought his whiskey. Finally, Cameron noticed Shawn Malakai enter the pub, He waved over to him. Shawn noticed him, and gave a nod of acknowledgement before moving over to meet him. He plopped down into the chair across from Cameron, which gave a dangerous wobble, but held together. The server came to take a drink order, and Shawn just ordered a coke. Almost done his whiskey, Cameron ordered a Molson Canadian, which the place surprisingly actually stocked.
Sticking with the good Canadian beer eh?
Saying eh is my thing, remember. And no, this stuff is crap, this isn't real Canadian beer.
Hey, when I drank, I thought the stuff was damn good, and you still drink it, so it can't be all that bad.
It's almost a shame you don't drink anymore, I'd love to introduce you to some real beer. And I drink it because it's better than the other swill like Budweiser, and it's cheap.
It isn't cheap down here!
That is because it has "Canadian" in the name, and you guys don't know any better, so you'll spend more money on it.
Did you just want to gloat about the superiority of Canadian beer all night, or did you have a reason for asking me to meet you, and flying out here?
What? A guy can't invite a friend out for a fun night every once in a while anymore?
Oh, they can. But you and I both know this is about your match with Ace Bennett. So how about instead of us just doing small talk for an hour and beating around the bush, you stop working that silver tongue of yours and attempting to make me think the conversation naturally turned to the match, you save us the time and energy and get to the damn point, so we can get this conversation over with, and then we can go on with having a fun night, instead of me waiting for the inevitable question that I know will be coming.
How do you know me so well? I must not be such a silver tongued devil after all.
I have a history with Ace Bennett, you don't. It just makes sense, If the roles were reversed, I'd probably come and ask you.
Fair enough. Right to the point then. any advice on dealing with Ace Bennett?
Be the absolute best you've ever been. Take the momentum you have from the wins over Penny and Mak and run with it. But don't be blind from it. You might have momentum, but if it turns into overconfidence, Ace Bennett will make you pay. But on the flip side, if you go in too cautious, afraid to make a mistake, your hesitation will leave you as open as if you were being totally careless.[/color
So be perfect, is basically what you're saying. Great, I'm probably screwed.
Not at all. You just need a perfect balance how you mentally approach the match. Ace will try to make you feel like you are one step behind him, and then he'll try to force you to into trying to catch up that missing step with a leap. Then he'll take your legs out from under you. Be calm and smart, and do things your way. Don't let him dictate the rules of engagement.
Do you think I should try to put him away early?
No, exactly the opposite. Everything I just told you supports the idea of this being a marathon, not a sprint. Wear him down slowly but surely. Precise and coordinated attacks. Avoid high stakes desperation moves if possible. The temptation to hit a home run is always there, but if you strike out, it's game over.
I don't know if I can pull this one off man, it's starting to feel above my paygrade.
A look of anger crosses Shawn's face. He put down his coke, and reached across the table, slapping Cameron Stone across the face hard enough to make an audible crack echo throughout the entire bar. Everyone else in there went silent, and the shock from the slap causes Cameron to drop his bottle of beer to the floor, where it shattered into tons of tiny shards of glass, the liquid contents splashing all over his shoes. After a few tense moments, the other patrons went back to their conversations, though most were stealing the odd glance in Cameron and Shawn's direction. Shawn drained the rest of his coke in one go, and then glared at Cameron as he slammed the glass down on the table.
Let me make something clear. I don't want to hear the **** talk come out of your mouth again. Maybe you aren't on Ace's level. But that doesn't mean I want to hear you wallowing in self pity about how you aren't good enough. And it doesn't mean you can't beat him.
So you think I can pull a rabbit out of the hat and upset Ace Bennett?
Yes I do. And even if you can't, I want to see you go out there and give the performance of your life. I want to see you out there believing you can beat Ace Bennett.
You have more faith in me than anyone else ever has.
You're one of the few people I've ever really felt comfortable tagging with if I've had to. I never really looked forward to facing you the few times we fought. I know that you have the heart of a lion. Why else would you jump in at Ace Bennett at Superbrawl to try to save my ass right after going through an ultraviolent match?
I see where you're taking this man, and that's all well and good. But bravery doesn't always equal success.
You've been getting better lately for this, but your confidence and your consistency has always been what has held you back. You've been more confident than usual lately, but you are still so unsure of yourself. But you've been more consistent and better lately since you've been part time. You are rested, not worn out. Most people suffer from ring rust, but you seem to be better for taking a break than going all out all the time. But you just don't believe in yourself enough. You'll go into a match with someone better than you, and instead of thinking you can win, you go in with this mentality thinking you're going to lose, and when you think like that, you will suffer defeat.
I do know that I'm good, the last few shows have shown that, I've always suffered from a bit of meekness. I see what you're saying.
You can beat Ace Bennett, You're one of the most overlooked, underrated talents we have ever seen in WFWF, you are the ultimate dark horse.
You know what? You're right.
That catches Shawn off guard for a brief moment, but he quickly turns the surprise into a small grin.
You actually think so, or are you just trying to get me to shut up?
Yeah I do. I'm going to step into that ring at Dream Catcher, and when Ace Bennett stares into my eyes across the ring, he isn't going to see the beat up career failure he thought he saw at Superbrawl. He won't see someone he can take advantage of. He'll stare across that ring and see an equal standing opposite from him. And the moment that realization hits him, I'll see it in his eyes. Once I see it, I will smile, and Ace Bennett will realize he's in far deeper than he ever thought he'd be.
And let me guess? At that moment, your victory will be set in stone?
Something like that, Thanks dude, I needed that kick in the ass.
Well, I hated feeling like I owed you one.
After having a few mores beers and cokes, grabbing some questionable chicken wings, and even getting the cook to create a makeshift poutine, Shawn failed to duplicate my luck at Blackjack. We shot some pool on their crappy tables, and finally, it was getting close to closing time. Everone besides the two of us had cleared out. We sat at our table, Shawn drinking more coke, and me nursing one last beer.
Guess what?
What?
Christy is pregant. I'm going to be a father!
That's amazing man! Congratulations! A child is really rewarding, I'm happy for you!
Everything in my life is finally coming together. I am planning to propose to Christy relatively soon as well.
It's all happening, isn't it?
It is. And listen, I know you haven't been feelign great lately, but when the wedding happens, if you can, it would mean a lot to me if you'd be my best man. I'd fly you out to Calgary for the wedding, get you real poutine while we're out there.
That's gonna depend on some things Cam.
I know. And if it doesn't work out, no hard feelings. But you're the first one I'm asking.
That means a hell of lot, if I can, i'll be there, but I can't make that promise.
That's all I ask Shawn.
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As reported on several wrestling news site, the internet is buzzing today after a leaded promo by Cameron Stone found it's way online. It was from an indie show in Pittsburgh last night, that he ended up crashing, and it turns out the promoters let him go out there, because refusing to let a big name superstar go out on your show would be rather poor business sense. Cameron gave a long winded spiel to the crowd in attendance, and one of the guys in the crowd was filming it, and it found it's way onto youtube, and the video was retweeted by Stone himself, obviously wanting people to see it.
Every single one of you people know who I am. That includes all of my fellow WFWF superstars, the ring crew, the catering guys, and especially the fans like you that watch the WFWF on a consistent basis. Even though I've grown and changed considerably in these past two years, I tend to be rather transparent in regards to who I am. I don't hide my feelings, and even though it's gotten me into trouble many times, I will always say exactly what's on my mind, regardless of the consequences.
I like to think that is one of the reasons that Trace Demon gave me a job on commentary. I don't know if that's it for sure, but I do know that Trace doesn't like me very much. So maybe he likes the fact that I don't hold anything back. It's a rare trait these days, and something that the WFWF appears to to value, when you look at guys like Michael Kyzer and David Brennan. I don't know anyone who would really claim to actually like those guys, because quite frankly, they can kind of be jerks, but they are damn good at what they do. They are damn good, and they pull no punches, and people at least respect them. So as one of the voices of the WFWF, I need to continue speaking my mind. It's my job, and furthermore, it's who I am. So ladies and gentlemen, allow me to stir the pot a little bit.
Ace Bennett is a cowardly bitch!
This is a man who has all of the god given ability in the world, and who should be a beacon of hope and inspiration for all of you people. But instead, he's secretly a scared little man who puts on a courageous face to fool everyone into fearing him. He acts tough, but if you're like me, and you read between the lines, you start to see that Ace Bennett isn't someone to be inspired by, or someone to model yourself after. He isn't someone to follow or respect, in fact, he is someone to condemn.
At Superbrawl, he decides to use the title shot he was awarded for being a co-winner of Scars and Stripes. But after he won that battle royal, he walked away. He walked away from his obligations and away from each and every one of you people. Doing so should have completely voided the opportunity he earned. But after a brutal multi man match where Shawn Malakai achieved his dream and emerged with the WFWF World Championship, Ace Bennett returned, claiming that his Scars and Striples co-victory entitled him to a title match on that very night right then and there. How can anyone respect such a cowardly act? He walks on weeks of trials and matches against his fellow Scars and Stripes co-winners on all of the shows leading up to Superbrawl. He skipped out on the Superbrawl main event itself. And then after refusing to hold up his own responsibilites he expects the reward. That makes him a coward, and it was a slap in the face to Trace Demon, Thunder, Shawn Malakai, Solomon and Scarlett Quinn. And it was a slap in the face to every single fan who watched that show.
So on that night, I made a choice to run in and try to take out Ace Bennett and help out a friend. Unfortunately, I had nothing left to give on that night after my ultraviolent match with Penny Shannon. But thankfully, when the dust settled, Ace Bennett's attempt to steal the title failed, and justice was served. I thought I was done with Ace Bennett after that. But to my dismay and surprise, he called me out on Reborn. After beating Mak Cross, I was prepared to go out on my terms. But Ace called me out and challenged me. I declined his challenge. I had wanted to go out on my terms, not on someone elses. That was the entire reason I even fought Mak Cross. Penny attacked me and forced my hand. Me asking for a match on Reborn was me choosing my own endgame. So I refused to face Ace Bennett.
I apologize for that. That was cowardice on my part. But as I watched Dare Evans step up and lay a verbal beatdown on Bennett good enough to knock the smug grin off of his face, I then saw the look in Ace's eyes when he declared Dare Evans as his opponent instead. All I saw in those eyes was darkness. That wouldn't have been a match, it would have been a slaughter. Ace would have made it his personal mission to end the career of Evans before it even started. I couldn't allow that to happen. I let myself get drawn back in. I'm doing this for all of the right reasons. Ace Bennett needs to face punishment, and I'm the one who will give it to him. I find it humerous that when confronted about attacking Malakai as brutally as he did, that Ace Bennett declared that it wasn't me trying to save Shawn by running in, but in fact Ace himself was trying to save Shawn, and put him down like old yeller. How deluded must one be to have that point of view? That is sickening, and further proof that the real disease that needs to be scourged is just Ace.
You know, the biggest issue I've always had is confidence. I've had trouble truely believing in myself. That's been my downfall in the past. There is no shame in losing if you put forth a strong effort, and get some good shots in on the way out. The problem with me is that I'd go into a match with that mentality, instead of going in thinking I'll come out the winner. I'd go into my matches with that as a built in excuse for a loss, and a justification to myself for fighting in the first place. That held me back. But no more. Lately, I've been on fire. I can beat Ace Bennett, and I will, because all of you need me to. Hell, I need it for myself. And Ace Bennett needs to lose. He needs to realize that he is not invincible like he thinks he is. He needs to suffer for what he has done. I might not be the first man that comes to mind for this task, but I, Cameron Stone, the voice of the WFWF, will be your champion! I will be the cure to the poison this man has infliced upon both the WFWF itself and on each and every one of you!
This match was not one I asked for, but you and I are going to contest in on my terms anyways Ace. When you and I are standing across from one another, and the bell rings, just as I saw darkness in your eyes, you will look into mine and see a man who knows he is about to win. And the moment the realization of what you've gotten yourself into hits, I'll be able to tell, and I will smile. Then I will know everything I've worked for has been worth it.
You have your own selfish reasons for doing what you do. I have purpose beyond just holding a pointless grudge. I'm going to be a father soon. I want my child to be able to look back at videos of me one day and be proud of his or her father. So I'm not backing down from thugs like you anymore Ace. If you want to call me out, it's your funeral. I will unleash the full force of my potential and capabilities on you like a tidal wave. I will leave blood, sweat, tears and my very soul itself out on that mat, and I will overcome the odds and slay the proverbial dragon. I will do right by these people. I will do proud by my family. I will achieve the greatest moment of my career. And that Ace, is set in stone!
It's a warm summer evening in Calgary, though it was also a bit damp as well, given that it had rained pretty hard earlier that day. There was still some light cloud cover, and the sun had just set, so there was still some light left, but it was darkening quickly, and the sky was almost a navy blue. The streetlights illuminated the sidewalks and streets a bright orange. The lack of traffic on the residential street, combined with the dark blue sky and orange lighting made everything surprisingly peaceful and relaxing. Cameron Stone sat out on the front step of his house, enjoying the nice evening, a cigar in one hand, and a glass of Glenlevit 15 year old French oak reserve scotch in the other. His recent victories made the look stretched out across his face one of content. As he took a small sip of scotch, a beat up looking white sedan turned the corner at the end of the block onto his street, and it pulled to a stop in front of his house. Cameron recognized the car, but made no noticable change in demeanor or posture as Dare Evans stepped out of the car, white hot rage apparent across his face. He slammed the door of the car shut hard enough to rattle the vehicles windows, and he marched up the walkway to where Cameron sat. Opening his mouth to begin his planned verbal tirade, he only stopped when Cameron simply raised his hand, palm outwards, stopping him in his tracks. Taking a puff of his cigar, Cameron motioned towards Dare's car.
I wouldn't slam your doors so hard kid, that whole thing will fall apart if you do. I don't think you can afford to replace your car. But enough delaying this conversation, I've been expecting you, took you longer to get here than I thought. You want a drink before we get started?
You know I don't drink that crap, it's nasty. Now let's stay on topic, shall we? You screwed me over, and I want to know why. I was supposed to face Ace Bennett this show. I even stood up for you turning the challenge down. And now you have the gall to do this to me? Stealing the match out from under my feet when you wouldn't face up to the challenge before? What the hell gives Cameron?
I didn't screw you Dare. As painful as losing this match feels, one day you will understand why, and realize that I'm only protecting you.
How does screwing me out of my debut match qualify as protection? That seems like a really bad excuse you came up with to pull a one eighty and decide you want to steal my glory.
Don't forget who even got you this job in the first place Dare. Over several, better, more experienced, and more qualified talents I will add. And you come over here claiming I screwed you? The one person who has had your back since day one, when we first met. Let me tell you why I decided to pull the strings I did, and take this match. Ace Bennett wants me. You were just his consolation prize. This wouldn't have been a match, it would have been Ace Bennett doing everything his could to end your career before it even started, all to get to me. I realized that after our little confrontation and I wasn't about to let that happen. You'll still get your WFWF debut, just not against Ace Bennett, and not on this next show. I'll give Bennett what he wants. Me. And I'll get my licks in, don't you worry. I'll hurt him a lot more than you would have.
But you won't win Cameron.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, I appreciate it. but no matter what happens, I won't come out nearly as hurt as I was at the end of Superbrawl. I'll be healed up by the time we fight. A lot less hurt than you'd be. I'm the one who attacked Ace at Superbrawl. I made my bed, it's time for me to sleep in it.
Even if it's a bed of nails? What if you do get seriously hurt?
What do I have to lose Dare? If I ask for a match, WFWF will give it to me. If I'm unable to wrestle, I have my commentary job. If I really wanted to, I could probably get away with opening a wrestling school here in Calgary. I have options available to me. But this isn't the way you need to start off the biggest step in your career. You can't mortgage your future for this, it's not what I brought you into the WFWF for.
Well tell me then Cam, if I'm not even that good, why did you bother to bring me in anyways? What was the point? Why didn't you take one of those so called better talents and get them the job instead?
Cameron goes silent for a moment, mulling the answer to the question he was just asked. Taking a puff of his cigar and a swig of his scotch, he lets out a tired sigh before he goes on.
I brought you in because the WFWF needs more people like you. Let's face it, in terms of the people you'll find here, there are two truths. One, it's a hugely talented group of people. The other is that it's a cesspool. It's full of sociopaths and bungholes. Trust me on that, I used to be one them. For once, I want to introduce a talent who is in here for the right reasons. Someone who might not win all the time, maybe not even all that frequently, but who always gives one hundred percent. Someone who won't whine and complain everytime something doesn't go exactly their way. Someone who can be a role model to the kids who shouldn't be watching our program but do anyways. Maybe you won't be the biggest success, but just having everyone know that a guy like you got this job, it puts over that a good heart and a strong work ethic do get rewarded. I changed my life and who I was, and turned myself around, but it was too late for me to realize what my ceiling here was. But you coming in here like that right off the bat gives you room to grow.
That still doesn't really explain why I can't face Ace Bennett on this show.
Because you confronted him in anger. It would mean your first match would be fueled by rage, and at it's core, a revenge mission. I don't want your first taste of the stage, the crowd, the lights, the pay and the big leagues to be a personal vendetta. That's too hard to come back from. It isn't about the opponent, it's about the reason. I don't care if your first match is against someone who is lights out good like David Brennan, or even Phillip Schneider. But you deserve to go out there and have fun. Enjoy your moment. You only get to debut once. You shouldn't have this specter of fighting in my honor hanging over you, that's not fair. Ace Bennett is my problem, and I'll deal with it. Who knows? Maybe I'll pull out the miracle card and win.
You know, you sound like a Jedi or something right now.
I take that as a huge compliment, you have no idea how much I love my Star Wars.
Cameron lets out a hearty laugh, as he puts out his cigar on the step and drains the last of his scotch. Walking down the steps, Cameron moves down the side of the house towards the gate leading to the backyard, motioning for Dare to follow. Dare falls into step behind him, noticing that the sky is now black, and with all the cloud cover, not much light is coming down rom the moon tonight. But once they stepped through the gate to the path on the side of the house, there were a bunch of small lights along the path so you could see where you were going. They reached the backyard, and they moved over to right behind the house itself, where on a concrete patio like area, there was a round plastic table with a few cheap patio chairs around it. Right by the table was a small mini fridge that Cameron opened up, grabbing two cans of Molson Canadian. Cameron sat down in one of the chairs, letting out a small groan as he did, which Dare took note of. Cameron motioned at Dare to take the chair opposite his, and tossed him one of the beers. Dare took note of the visible discomfort shown by Cameron, and cracked his beer, taking a sip as he took a seat.
I notice you don't keep your beer fridge unlocked. Anyone ever stolen your booze?
Once. But you see, most people in the community know exactly who lives here. So most people steer clear of doing anything around this house. Hell, the one time it did get stolen, it turns out it was some teenage boy who stole it, and he got caught with it by his Dad, he came home from work early or something. So I guess the Dad demanded to know where he had gotten the beer, and the kid tells him he stole it from my house, and his Dad marched him up here with a new case of beer, plus what had been left of what he took. He had only drank two cans. His Dad made him spend his allowance on the new case anyways. And he asked if he could make the kid do some of the household things around my place to teach him a lesson, so I had the kid wash my car and clean my gutters. But he also got an autograph and a picture with me, so he learned his lesson, and still got something out of it. But nothing has gone missing ever since then, there really isn't any trouble at all on this block.
And after the amusing story, my real question. I see your groaning when you stand up and sit down, you're clearly in pain when you move around. You're going into the match with Bennett at less than a hundred percent, aren't you?
Chuckling, Cameron takes a long sip of his beer, staying silent for a few moments after that. After contemplating things for a few seconds, a grin breaks out on his face.
Time for another lesson I see. In this profession you are NEVER at one hundred percent. You've been working the indies for a few years, come on, you know that. What is important is being one hundred percent mentally, not physically. You always work injured to some degree. I'm just used to that degree being higher is all.
But you've given yourself no rest time since Superbrawl, you're in worse shape than most people usually are. If you want a hope at taking down Ace, you need to be fully charged.[/green]
We have pretty big gaps between shows, I have plenty of time to rest up before the match. Besides, give me some poutine and Canadian beer, and I'll be ready to kick some ass. This will be one of the biggest challenges I've ever faced, hands down. And it's one I didn't even want. So I understand you questioning my dedication. But looking back, Mak Cross was a speed bump. Bennett is a hill I need to climb. I don't want to face someone easy. I need to push myself. And who knows, maybe him making this more personal than it needs to be gives me an advantage. Maybe I can take advantage of some mistakes. I have been on a bit of a roll lately after all.
Yeah, I know, but something about those matches with Mak Cross and Penny Shannon just felt off. Almost as if they didn't really care as much about the matches as they should have, like that was a lack of motivation or something there.
Are you trying to take my Superbrawl moment away from me here buddy?
No man, not at all. Those last couple of wins were really impressive. You looked the best you ever have dude. But Ace Bennett is a whole different ball game. He is going to be motivated, and he is going to come at you harder than anyone else you've ever faced.
I intend to do the exact same.
Ace is also smart. He isn't going to underestimate you. Maybe you are just the WFWF gatekeeper, but he will know what you are capable of. He isn't like some of the other upper tier guys, he pays attention to the middle card talent. He wants to be ready for anyone who begins to rise up in stature.
Do tell me, young grasshopper, when did you, who has never wrestled a match in the WFWF, become such an expert on Ace Bennett?
You can just tell when you watch him, when you listen to him speak. He isn't oblivious to what's going on around him, he tends to be one step ahead.
Well, he was expecting to face you, and I turned the tables on him this time. Maybe it's finally time for Ace Bennett to be caught off guard for once. But still, maybe I should fly out and pay a visit to someone who is an expert on Ace Bennett. Might get some good advice, and it's always nice to see a friend.
The two sit in silence, sipping their beers as mosquitos buzz around them, both men in such deep thought they don't bother trying to bat them away. As Dare finishes his drink, he stands up, shaking Cameron's hand, and then heads off towards his car to head home for the night. Cameron finishes his drink, tossing the empties into the recycling, and then heads inside.
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After coming back inside after the talk with Dare Evans, Cameron Stone smiled. He felt that had went well, better than he had expected it to go. He was glad Dare Evans was able to see reason, and understand why he had taken the match, Now, it was just to convince the girlfriend of that. Christy was finishing her shift at work about now, and would be home shortly. Cameron moved into the computer room, flopping into the chair as he began looking for airfares to Pittsburgh leaving in the morning. He'd be able to to Pittsburgh to visit the friend he wanted to talk to about the match, and have some good time there for a couple of days before flying out for Dream Catcher from there. After browsing for a little while he finally found a decent deal, and he bought his ticket. The flight left at 7:00 in the morning, so he'd only get a few hours of sleep tonight, but it was fine, he could sleep more on the plane. He was more worried what Christy's reaction would be in regards to finding out he was leaving in the morning, instead of in a few days. He'd get the answer soon, as he heard the car door slam out front, he knew she was home. Moving to the front door, he opened it up for her. As she was getting her stuff from the car, he noticed the empty scotch glass from earlier, he had forgotten it on the step. Quickly he grabbed it and put it on the end table near the door inside, and turned back just in time to grab Christy, who had just walked through the door, and he embraced her, planting a kiss on her lips as he did.
That's certainly a nice welcome. Nice to see you honey, how was your day?
It was fine I guess. I had a talk with Dare, he's a good kid, but he wasn't too thrilled I took his match on the next show.
You took another match? I thought you were going to wind down on them, just stick to the commentary job, and work some odd local matches from time to time.
I know you don't approve, and I know physically I can't keep this up full time. But it's just so hard to step away sometimes. And I did attack Ace Bennett at Superbrawl, so in a way, I did start this.
You just have to be who you are, don't you? Can't let anything go.
Wouldn't be me if I did. By the way, I'm flying out to Pittsburgh in the morning, I've got to talk to Shawn, he knows Ace better than most, I'd like to get some tips on the match, and see how's he's doing after everything that's happened with him.
You're leaving already? I thought you were going to try to spend some more time at home in between shows.I want you here, to spend time with you.
And I will be. Just not this week.
Is something going to come up next time too? I don't just want you here, I need you here Cameron, something's happened.
What happened? Is everything alright? Is your boss giving you a hard time again? I can go and have a word with him if that's. . . .
I'm pregnant.
A look of total shock hits the face of Cameron, and for a moment, there was pure silence. Then, Cameron started laughing, and he hugged Christy, who didn't return the embrace.
I'm going to be a father!? That's incredible news! Why aren't you smiling?
Because I'm going to need you here more. And I'm scared. I'm nervous about having a child, and scared that our kid might grow up with a father who ends up crippled because he didn't know when to stop.
Don't be scared Christy. You can lean on me, I'll be strong. I just need to finish the run I've been doing. We're going to need more money. We need to make a baby room, and save up for stuff like a high chair and clothes. Me wrestling right now helps with that. I mean, the commentary job pays decent, but you know any show I wrestle on too, I get paid for both, and get way more money. and for winning at Superbrawl, I got a nice bonus. And with me in the limelight a bit more, merchandise is selling more, and I get a percentage from that. So if I can go a bit more right now, it lets me save up more for us, and when the baby is born, I can make sure not to partake in any of the bad stuff. I can support us Christy. I'll stop when I need to, you have my word, it's what's right for the family!
Alright. But you better be careful, you understand? If you go and get yourself taken out really badly, I'll hurt you, you understand?
[color-red]But what can you even do that the guys in the WFWF can't do to hurt me more honey haha?
No sex.
Cameron's face goes sour, and he shuts his mouth immediately, and nods shyly. Christy gets a triumphant smirk on her face, as the two head to the kitchen to make dinner.
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Claddagh's pub in Pittsburgh was a rather dark and grungy establishment. Located at the very end of an old, beaten up strip mall, the broken and faded sign above the door proclaimed they had been "proudly serving for over 50 years". That also appeared to be how long it had been since they had fixed or replaced anything. Cigarette butts littered the sidewalk out front, despite the fact that there was a disposal container for them hanging up beside the door. Venturing inside, there were perhaps more video lottery machines than were necessary. Accompanying those were a bunch of old worn out tables and rickety chairs. The sole server was a lady in her mid forties with stiff movements, and a cracked, hoarse voice that likely was a result of twenty plus years of chain smoking. Behind the bar stood a heavyset man wearing torn jeans and a black AC/DC t-shirt two sizes too small, sporting a 70's style mustache. The two positives one could say about the place was that they managed to somehow keep the glasses clean and the air conditioning cranked up. Still, the place had a certain undeniable charm to it, as the local watering holes tending to do. Cameron Stone couldn't help but chuckle. Places like this were exactly the type that he used to frequent. No wonder Shawn had suggested they meet here, he must have known he'd like it. He had thought it was strange that Shawn suggested they meet at a pub, considering he no longer drank, but Shawn was a good guy like that, he knew Cameron would want a drink or two, so he's meet at a place like this. He sipped his whiskey, daring to lean back in his chair, just hoping it wouldn't break apart on him. Shawn was over an hour late. Cameron wasn't mad, something probably delayed him, and it's not like there was nothing to do. He had passed some time by playing some pool with one of the other patrons, though he hadn't played too long, as the pool table was slanted, which made accurate shots difficult. And when he was playing for money with the joints regulars, he didn't like that disadvantage that he assumed they were acustomed to.
Getting even more bored, Cameron had even thrown twenty bucks into one of the video lottery machines. It turned out to be a good call, as he ended up cashing out just over a hundred dollars from playing blackjack. The bartender gave him a bit of a dirty look when he cashed out the ticket, but had lightened up when Cameron had tipped him well when he bought his whiskey. Finally, Cameron noticed Shawn Malakai enter the pub, He waved over to him. Shawn noticed him, and gave a nod of acknowledgement before moving over to meet him. He plopped down into the chair across from Cameron, which gave a dangerous wobble, but held together. The server came to take a drink order, and Shawn just ordered a coke. Almost done his whiskey, Cameron ordered a Molson Canadian, which the place surprisingly actually stocked.
Sticking with the good Canadian beer eh?
Saying eh is my thing, remember. And no, this stuff is crap, this isn't real Canadian beer.
Hey, when I drank, I thought the stuff was damn good, and you still drink it, so it can't be all that bad.
It's almost a shame you don't drink anymore, I'd love to introduce you to some real beer. And I drink it because it's better than the other swill like Budweiser, and it's cheap.
It isn't cheap down here!
That is because it has "Canadian" in the name, and you guys don't know any better, so you'll spend more money on it.
Did you just want to gloat about the superiority of Canadian beer all night, or did you have a reason for asking me to meet you, and flying out here?
What? A guy can't invite a friend out for a fun night every once in a while anymore?
Oh, they can. But you and I both know this is about your match with Ace Bennett. So how about instead of us just doing small talk for an hour and beating around the bush, you stop working that silver tongue of yours and attempting to make me think the conversation naturally turned to the match, you save us the time and energy and get to the damn point, so we can get this conversation over with, and then we can go on with having a fun night, instead of me waiting for the inevitable question that I know will be coming.
How do you know me so well? I must not be such a silver tongued devil after all.
I have a history with Ace Bennett, you don't. It just makes sense, If the roles were reversed, I'd probably come and ask you.
Fair enough. Right to the point then. any advice on dealing with Ace Bennett?
Be the absolute best you've ever been. Take the momentum you have from the wins over Penny and Mak and run with it. But don't be blind from it. You might have momentum, but if it turns into overconfidence, Ace Bennett will make you pay. But on the flip side, if you go in too cautious, afraid to make a mistake, your hesitation will leave you as open as if you were being totally careless.[/color
So be perfect, is basically what you're saying. Great, I'm probably screwed.
Not at all. You just need a perfect balance how you mentally approach the match. Ace will try to make you feel like you are one step behind him, and then he'll try to force you to into trying to catch up that missing step with a leap. Then he'll take your legs out from under you. Be calm and smart, and do things your way. Don't let him dictate the rules of engagement.
Do you think I should try to put him away early?
No, exactly the opposite. Everything I just told you supports the idea of this being a marathon, not a sprint. Wear him down slowly but surely. Precise and coordinated attacks. Avoid high stakes desperation moves if possible. The temptation to hit a home run is always there, but if you strike out, it's game over.
I don't know if I can pull this one off man, it's starting to feel above my paygrade.
A look of anger crosses Shawn's face. He put down his coke, and reached across the table, slapping Cameron Stone across the face hard enough to make an audible crack echo throughout the entire bar. Everyone else in there went silent, and the shock from the slap causes Cameron to drop his bottle of beer to the floor, where it shattered into tons of tiny shards of glass, the liquid contents splashing all over his shoes. After a few tense moments, the other patrons went back to their conversations, though most were stealing the odd glance in Cameron and Shawn's direction. Shawn drained the rest of his coke in one go, and then glared at Cameron as he slammed the glass down on the table.
Let me make something clear. I don't want to hear the **** talk come out of your mouth again. Maybe you aren't on Ace's level. But that doesn't mean I want to hear you wallowing in self pity about how you aren't good enough. And it doesn't mean you can't beat him.
So you think I can pull a rabbit out of the hat and upset Ace Bennett?
Yes I do. And even if you can't, I want to see you go out there and give the performance of your life. I want to see you out there believing you can beat Ace Bennett.
You have more faith in me than anyone else ever has.
You're one of the few people I've ever really felt comfortable tagging with if I've had to. I never really looked forward to facing you the few times we fought. I know that you have the heart of a lion. Why else would you jump in at Ace Bennett at Superbrawl to try to save my ass right after going through an ultraviolent match?
I see where you're taking this man, and that's all well and good. But bravery doesn't always equal success.
You've been getting better lately for this, but your confidence and your consistency has always been what has held you back. You've been more confident than usual lately, but you are still so unsure of yourself. But you've been more consistent and better lately since you've been part time. You are rested, not worn out. Most people suffer from ring rust, but you seem to be better for taking a break than going all out all the time. But you just don't believe in yourself enough. You'll go into a match with someone better than you, and instead of thinking you can win, you go in with this mentality thinking you're going to lose, and when you think like that, you will suffer defeat.
I do know that I'm good, the last few shows have shown that, I've always suffered from a bit of meekness. I see what you're saying.
You can beat Ace Bennett, You're one of the most overlooked, underrated talents we have ever seen in WFWF, you are the ultimate dark horse.
You know what? You're right.
That catches Shawn off guard for a brief moment, but he quickly turns the surprise into a small grin.
You actually think so, or are you just trying to get me to shut up?
Yeah I do. I'm going to step into that ring at Dream Catcher, and when Ace Bennett stares into my eyes across the ring, he isn't going to see the beat up career failure he thought he saw at Superbrawl. He won't see someone he can take advantage of. He'll stare across that ring and see an equal standing opposite from him. And the moment that realization hits him, I'll see it in his eyes. Once I see it, I will smile, and Ace Bennett will realize he's in far deeper than he ever thought he'd be.
And let me guess? At that moment, your victory will be set in stone?
Something like that, Thanks dude, I needed that kick in the ass.
Well, I hated feeling like I owed you one.
After having a few mores beers and cokes, grabbing some questionable chicken wings, and even getting the cook to create a makeshift poutine, Shawn failed to duplicate my luck at Blackjack. We shot some pool on their crappy tables, and finally, it was getting close to closing time. Everone besides the two of us had cleared out. We sat at our table, Shawn drinking more coke, and me nursing one last beer.
Guess what?
What?
Christy is pregant. I'm going to be a father!
That's amazing man! Congratulations! A child is really rewarding, I'm happy for you!
Everything in my life is finally coming together. I am planning to propose to Christy relatively soon as well.
It's all happening, isn't it?
It is. And listen, I know you haven't been feelign great lately, but when the wedding happens, if you can, it would mean a lot to me if you'd be my best man. I'd fly you out to Calgary for the wedding, get you real poutine while we're out there.
That's gonna depend on some things Cam.
I know. And if it doesn't work out, no hard feelings. But you're the first one I'm asking.
That means a hell of lot, if I can, i'll be there, but I can't make that promise.
That's all I ask Shawn.
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As reported on several wrestling news site, the internet is buzzing today after a leaded promo by Cameron Stone found it's way online. It was from an indie show in Pittsburgh last night, that he ended up crashing, and it turns out the promoters let him go out there, because refusing to let a big name superstar go out on your show would be rather poor business sense. Cameron gave a long winded spiel to the crowd in attendance, and one of the guys in the crowd was filming it, and it found it's way onto youtube, and the video was retweeted by Stone himself, obviously wanting people to see it.
Every single one of you people know who I am. That includes all of my fellow WFWF superstars, the ring crew, the catering guys, and especially the fans like you that watch the WFWF on a consistent basis. Even though I've grown and changed considerably in these past two years, I tend to be rather transparent in regards to who I am. I don't hide my feelings, and even though it's gotten me into trouble many times, I will always say exactly what's on my mind, regardless of the consequences.
I like to think that is one of the reasons that Trace Demon gave me a job on commentary. I don't know if that's it for sure, but I do know that Trace doesn't like me very much. So maybe he likes the fact that I don't hold anything back. It's a rare trait these days, and something that the WFWF appears to to value, when you look at guys like Michael Kyzer and David Brennan. I don't know anyone who would really claim to actually like those guys, because quite frankly, they can kind of be jerks, but they are damn good at what they do. They are damn good, and they pull no punches, and people at least respect them. So as one of the voices of the WFWF, I need to continue speaking my mind. It's my job, and furthermore, it's who I am. So ladies and gentlemen, allow me to stir the pot a little bit.
Ace Bennett is a cowardly bitch!
This is a man who has all of the god given ability in the world, and who should be a beacon of hope and inspiration for all of you people. But instead, he's secretly a scared little man who puts on a courageous face to fool everyone into fearing him. He acts tough, but if you're like me, and you read between the lines, you start to see that Ace Bennett isn't someone to be inspired by, or someone to model yourself after. He isn't someone to follow or respect, in fact, he is someone to condemn.
At Superbrawl, he decides to use the title shot he was awarded for being a co-winner of Scars and Stripes. But after he won that battle royal, he walked away. He walked away from his obligations and away from each and every one of you people. Doing so should have completely voided the opportunity he earned. But after a brutal multi man match where Shawn Malakai achieved his dream and emerged with the WFWF World Championship, Ace Bennett returned, claiming that his Scars and Striples co-victory entitled him to a title match on that very night right then and there. How can anyone respect such a cowardly act? He walks on weeks of trials and matches against his fellow Scars and Stripes co-winners on all of the shows leading up to Superbrawl. He skipped out on the Superbrawl main event itself. And then after refusing to hold up his own responsibilites he expects the reward. That makes him a coward, and it was a slap in the face to Trace Demon, Thunder, Shawn Malakai, Solomon and Scarlett Quinn. And it was a slap in the face to every single fan who watched that show.
So on that night, I made a choice to run in and try to take out Ace Bennett and help out a friend. Unfortunately, I had nothing left to give on that night after my ultraviolent match with Penny Shannon. But thankfully, when the dust settled, Ace Bennett's attempt to steal the title failed, and justice was served. I thought I was done with Ace Bennett after that. But to my dismay and surprise, he called me out on Reborn. After beating Mak Cross, I was prepared to go out on my terms. But Ace called me out and challenged me. I declined his challenge. I had wanted to go out on my terms, not on someone elses. That was the entire reason I even fought Mak Cross. Penny attacked me and forced my hand. Me asking for a match on Reborn was me choosing my own endgame. So I refused to face Ace Bennett.
I apologize for that. That was cowardice on my part. But as I watched Dare Evans step up and lay a verbal beatdown on Bennett good enough to knock the smug grin off of his face, I then saw the look in Ace's eyes when he declared Dare Evans as his opponent instead. All I saw in those eyes was darkness. That wouldn't have been a match, it would have been a slaughter. Ace would have made it his personal mission to end the career of Evans before it even started. I couldn't allow that to happen. I let myself get drawn back in. I'm doing this for all of the right reasons. Ace Bennett needs to face punishment, and I'm the one who will give it to him. I find it humerous that when confronted about attacking Malakai as brutally as he did, that Ace Bennett declared that it wasn't me trying to save Shawn by running in, but in fact Ace himself was trying to save Shawn, and put him down like old yeller. How deluded must one be to have that point of view? That is sickening, and further proof that the real disease that needs to be scourged is just Ace.
You know, the biggest issue I've always had is confidence. I've had trouble truely believing in myself. That's been my downfall in the past. There is no shame in losing if you put forth a strong effort, and get some good shots in on the way out. The problem with me is that I'd go into a match with that mentality, instead of going in thinking I'll come out the winner. I'd go into my matches with that as a built in excuse for a loss, and a justification to myself for fighting in the first place. That held me back. But no more. Lately, I've been on fire. I can beat Ace Bennett, and I will, because all of you need me to. Hell, I need it for myself. And Ace Bennett needs to lose. He needs to realize that he is not invincible like he thinks he is. He needs to suffer for what he has done. I might not be the first man that comes to mind for this task, but I, Cameron Stone, the voice of the WFWF, will be your champion! I will be the cure to the poison this man has infliced upon both the WFWF itself and on each and every one of you!
This match was not one I asked for, but you and I are going to contest in on my terms anyways Ace. When you and I are standing across from one another, and the bell rings, just as I saw darkness in your eyes, you will look into mine and see a man who knows he is about to win. And the moment the realization of what you've gotten yourself into hits, I'll be able to tell, and I will smile. Then I will know everything I've worked for has been worth it.
You have your own selfish reasons for doing what you do. I have purpose beyond just holding a pointless grudge. I'm going to be a father soon. I want my child to be able to look back at videos of me one day and be proud of his or her father. So I'm not backing down from thugs like you anymore Ace. If you want to call me out, it's your funeral. I will unleash the full force of my potential and capabilities on you like a tidal wave. I will leave blood, sweat, tears and my very soul itself out on that mat, and I will overcome the odds and slay the proverbial dragon. I will do right by these people. I will do proud by my family. I will achieve the greatest moment of my career. And that Ace, is set in stone!
