Ace Sky Posted May 28 Member ID: 87 Topic Count: 4 Content Count: 14 Achievement Points: 109 Joined: 02/28/2023 Status: Offline Last Seen: October 29 Salary: 2,873,000 Name: Richard Time Efedding: since Share Posted May 28 My Ambition has been the transmission to my fruition. I combined tradition and novelty to transition from oddity prodigy to commodity in an industry that did not want me. I’ve fought the system that turned this sport into the entertainment empire 104 years ago. I can say without ego, just unequivocally back in the times of the Greeks and the Romans I would fit in among the elite wrestlers. I do not believe in labels however I know of one distinction There are sayers and doers, and the sayers slithered there way through the business side of this and created their prejudiced idea of what a “ Supersta Sports Entertainer was.” All my heroes are undersized underdogs just like me. I joined that revolution of that generation that started 161 years ago with Lucha Libre and combined that with the Japanese style that started 64 years ago. I was born in 1983, I began my journey to become a pro wrestler in 1987. I assembled my athletic resume through soccer, gymnastics, Taekwondo and amateur wrestling. On my 10th birthday on March 16th 1993 I achieved my black belt in Taekwondo and on May 5th debuted in the backyard wrestling scene in Texas, one of the most notable hotbeds of pro wrestling. I was born and raised in Sugar Land. I had my farewell match as a backyard wrestler on September 6th of 1996. I was one of the couple involved in the backyard scene who wanted to do it professionally. I told my parents my plan to basically run away to Mexico or Canada to get trained, they calmed me down and we found an independent federation in Galveston called of course Galveston Championship Wrestling . My parents had always supported me, even though they did not know much about wrestling, they felt I should pay for the tuition myself for the wrestling training class at GCW called “ Fight Zone”. From September to January I accumulated the tuition money from my job as the neighborhood paperboy, odd jobs throughout my neighborhood helping neighbors with mowing their lawns, cleaning their pools and tutoring their older children for the SATS. Plus some of my Bar Mitzvah money too. I began my professional training with GCW on January 20th 1997. I was an outcast right away in the locker room, bitter older wrestlers who were only going to stay stuck in that federation and were twice and even thrice my size. I had a lot of stigmas as I was just 13, 5’6 and 120 pounds- featherweight, twinkle toes, small fry all that classic taunts. and a former backyard wrestler. Even the head trainer Mike Maverick was quite aloof. I wasn’t used to that, as a child prodigy intellectually I was use to praise from adults. I made one friend in the Fight Zone class with Damian who is a couple years older than me, a couple inches taller. He was a tape-trader of Japanese and Mexican wrestling, a human encyclopedia of both styles. We hit it off instantly. Unfortunately his persona side in ring, in a Jeckle and Hyde way was the evil luchador Locuro, the epitome of insanity. Wrestling Locuro was like wrestling the Fun-house mirror version of myself. Without him I wouldn’t have learnt to stick up for myself, he was the only person in the state who saw wrestling the same way I did and we were rivals for 24 years, finally I earned the respect and peace with his Locuro side in 2021. Around my 14th birthday GCW got a cable access show deal, unfortunately due to the regulations with the strict state athletic commission Damian and I were excluded due to being under 18. We would sneak in and train/spar before the tapings early in the morning but we were caught soon by Mike. Shockingly he was cool with it, he appreciated our dedication, we just had to make ourselves scarce during tapings, which were Thursday to saturday and the show would air at 5 in the morning on Sunday. The following year on my 15th birthday for a birthday present to me, he got Damian and I to compete against each other in an exhibition match for three members of the state athletic commission, in order to get licensed pro. They snickered and joked to each other about our size as we got in, our match was standard for nowadays but of course mind-blowing for late 90’s Texas, I won with the shooting star press, I would soon call the Galaxy Leap. We both got licensed and then got additional good news. GCW’s show was becoming live instead of pre-recorded and we were the opening match of the inaugural live-taping. I lost that match to Locuro. On top of feuding with Locuro( while Damian was my travel buddy, drove me everywhere), as we toured wrestling on tour with GCW and for the territories/ independent circuits of Arkansas , Louisiana, Oklahoma and Utah . We formed factions and he had an evil referee who was the head referee, plus two twin luchador-ninjas and the world champion, the main-eventer a super heavyweight biker. I would beat the crap out of the evil ref in matches but he won a lot due to help from Locuro’s goons. Outside of wrestling, in 1994 at 11 years old due to an advanced placement program I was able to graduate/ skip junior high and high school and go to the state university as both a student and assistant professor in the astronomy department. I began selling weed and occasionally psychedelics to the students, as they were on study drugs like ritalin. To get them to like me. Unfortunately , I have had this childhood bully J.T. Douglas had began a career as a sports-journalist and on June 12th 1999 the newspaper article exposed my selling of the drugs. I was let go from the College, luckily I was 16 so still a juvenile, we worked it out that it would go on my academic record, ruining my other goal of working for NASA, plus I had to do some work with/for the DARE program. I’ve always been a fan favorite as a wrestler and now parents hated me, they didn’t want their kids at shows cheering for me. I took it in stride and never turned on the fans, I changed my entrance music from Kids in America by Kim Wilde to When I Come Around by Green Day which fit best lyrically to describe the situation: ‘, I heard you cryin' loud All the way across town You've been searching for that someone, and it's me out on the prowl As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself Well don't get lonely now And dry your whinin' eyes I'm just roaming for the moment, sleazin' my backyard, so don't get So uptight, you've been thinking about ditching me No time to search the world around 'Cause you know where I'll be found When I come around Oh, I heard it all before So don't knock down my door I'm a loser and a user, so I don't need no accuser To try and slag me down because I know you're right So go do what you like Make sure you do it wise You may find out that yourself doubt means nothing was ever there You can't go forcing somethin' if it's just not right No time to search the world around 'Cause you know where I'll be found When I come around No time to search the world around 'Cause you know where I'll be found When I come around Oh, when I come around Oh, when I come around When I come around” Fortunately in my matches I was fighting under and would win them back to liking me again. In 2001 I left Texas with my own RV to travel and live in as I went to work the midwest indies in the midwest and midsouth, living in Chicago, Illinois. I had a job during the week at a rag-tag start up tech company at a stripmall as a coder. I had quickly become a notable name of the generation of early 2000’s independent wrestling, getting internet buzz. However little to mostly no pay still, just enough for gas money sometimes but I was able to learn how to sell some merch, which helped a bit. Unfortunately the following year in 2002 as my wrestling dates stacked up, I was let go from the tech start up. Which was very bad because I still wasn’t making money despite the prominent internet buzz and recognition of the ICW and my peers. My luck turned around in 2004 when I got my first international tour, the UK and England from October 16th to December 27th. It was my first time in well-kempt rings, every ring I had wrestled in at that point, I am still incredulous of how I never got ringworm or anything, plus being a high-flier and dealing with occasionally ring ropes breaking, was common too. My style was dynamic back then too, my technical cruiserweight style worked with the British style. It was actually British wrestling on TV one rainy day that influenced me to start training as an amateur wrestler at 6 years old. When I returned I achieved my boyhood dream of wrestling in Japan. That was my pipedream, wrestling for the biggest company in American wrestling was unlikely due to my size, the wrestlers I idolized who made it there even wrestled in Japan a few years before. I signed a two year deal from 2005-2007 with Toryumon Titans debuting on January 5h 2005. I made a couple excursions back in 2006 wrestling for the first time in the west coast and that is what propelled me to the mainstream American-global level at 25 years old. I earned the respect and friendship of childhood heroes and even though I only got to main event a couple times the veterans and locker room liked me. The labyrinth of the backstage/ business side was very tough on me, I went from a cocky son of bitch( still a fan favorite, never turning on fans) to overly humble, false humility really. My shoulders were fucked up from 10 years of experience, over 10 years counting my frigging backyard days. , three years later on my 29th birthday I got in motorcycle accident, pfft It was a scooter, fucked up my right foot and ankle. They let me heal for two years before releasing me, still on great terms despite a couple wellness violations. That was just totally misrepresented by dirt sheets because nobody knew much about my injuries, I was using cannabis for medicinal reasons , you couldn’t expose your injuries they took you off TV man, I was not a big star but I had consistent status, not stuck in catering like some of my buddies. I was let go but we still have a good relationship, I’ve returned to their performance center to train some up-and coming high-fliers in seminars and I do mo-cap for their video games. I was cleared for a desk job, I couldn’t move like a ninja and I had no confidence plus my love for the business was just juiced out of me. I had lost that passion. Around 2010 I began my studying of eastern philosophy and the benefits of psychedelics, the weekend of my release in 2014 I went to the Peruvian jungle for an ayahuasca ceremony, it didn’t take but I stayed two more weeks and got reborn through what is called “ Eachuma”, same plant medicine just from San Pedro cactus. This is actually all administered legally and medically by shamans. That spiritual rebirth brought back my love for wrestling by 10-fold, started taping up my foot and wrestling on weekends again. Do all the physical therapy I could and just smash that ankle and foot up with the Galaxy Leap, I’m not a man of material possession, but by 2020 I’ve been recognized as one of the top free agent American pro wrestlers and I’m a millionaire. I just use it to tend to my cacti garden and traveling, living in apartments in New York, I have my parents’ house and a home in the same neighborhood as my parents in Sugar Land. I have two residency deals with one for a hotel-resort in Kobe Japan and a hotel-resort in Las Vegas. I have a wrestling school called the Sky-dojo where I train a small but dedicated class in both the arts of martial arts and pro wrestling. I don't know what this pink slip shit is about I won last week, I was the innuagural C4 super junior champ here, this year.I'm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeTaL Posted May 28 Member ID: 61 Topic Count: 100 Content Count: 167 Achievement Points: 1,637 Joined: 10/23/2022 Status: Offline Last Seen: July 28 Salary: 11,804,750 Name: MeTaL Time Efedding: Almost Share Posted May 28 *Match Five* ~Pink Slip Match~ Ace Sky Vs. Kordell Graves Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Feigel Posted May 29 Member ID: 1 Topic Count: 292 Content Count: 870 Achievement Points: 12,557 Joined: 03/25/2022 Status: Offline Last Seen: 3 hours ago Age: 44 Salary: 0 Name: Charlie Time Efedding: 29 Share Posted May 29 Kordell Graves is on a highway somewhere in North America, all that he sees out his window is a few trees and a whole hell of a lot of animals of various types. Kordell is listening to the radio as he drifts into his thoughts as he drives. His phone placed on the dashboard staring at him with a live camera as he smirks as his thoughts drift to his next match. I've been driving for what seems like an eternity here, back roads here in America seem to bring me some peace, I'm alone except for this phone with spotty ass service but I can at least respond to my opponent for my next match. Seems the powers that be put me into a Pink Slip situation against the so-called former C4 Champion Ace Sky. Look powers that be, I couldn't be the least concerned about that idiot in front of me. I find this match insulting but I kind of get it, I haven't been the best and quite frankly as long as my paycheck is in my account at the end of the night, I could give two shits about facing a half-wit like Ace Sky. He takes a swig of a Dr. Pepper in an old school bottle you find at some old school locations at the side of the road. I give you credit Sky, you have some balls to openly discuss the powers that be's decisions. It's not up to us to make the matches, we're not the powers that be and we'll never be that. Stupidity! Fuck with the bosses you'll get put into matches like this. Sky, look man whatever the fuck you say about yourself from your past it doesn't fucking matter. When we're in the ring, there is going to be a moment you will have after eying me up and down where you want to run away. Don't! When I get you in my grasp however, I'm going to tune you up more than old guitar because we aren't wrestling here, we're fighting. He takes another swig of his Dr. Pepper. When and if you decide to start flip-flopping around with your bullshit aerial moves, I'll be catching your ass mid-air each and every time, keep flipping pal because at the end of the day it'll be your downfall. So, closing this up, prepare as best you can because I am one of the most unpredictable competitors in this company, you don't know what you've got yourself into I assure you of that. Fuck it, Ace I'll see you in the ring. He takes another swig of his Dr. Pepper then shuts off his video feed, quickly sends it off to KORE. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Feigel Posted June 21 Member ID: 1 Topic Count: 292 Content Count: 870 Achievement Points: 12,557 Joined: 03/25/2022 Status: Offline Last Seen: 3 hours ago Age: 44 Salary: 0 Name: Charlie Time Efedding: 29 Share Posted June 21 [The scene opens in a dimly lit study, the air thick with anticipation. Kordell Graves, adorned in a vintage detective coat and deerstalker hat, sits behind a grand mahogany desk. The flickering glow from a fireplace casts shadows that dance across the room. With a Dr. Pepper in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other, Kordell leans forward, addressing the camera with a keen intensity.] "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Kordell Graves, your humble detective on the case of the enigmatic Ace Sky. Tonight, we delve into the labyrinthine psyche of a man who fancies himself a star in the wrestling cosmos. You see, Ace Sky, much like a celestial body, shines brightly but is fraught with darkness and mystery. And it is my duty to illuminate the truth. Ace, your career has been a spectacle of highs and lows, victories and defeats, each a clue in the grand puzzle of your existence. [Takes a deliberate sip of Dr. Pepper] But beneath the veneer of your flashy moves and cosmic charisma lies a deeper, more fragile reality. One that I have meticulously uncovered. Let's consider the evidence, shall we? Your erratic behavior, the desperate need for adulation, the overcompensation with high-flying antics—these are not the hallmarks of a confident warrior, but rather the symptoms of a man teetering on the edge of an abyss. The question that haunts me is: What drives Ace Sky? What specters from your past dictate your every move, your every thought? [Kordell stands, slowly pacing the room, the magnifying glass twirling in his fingers] I've studied your every match, your every promo, and the conclusion is inescapable. You are a man gripped by fear. Fear of failure, fear of obscurity, fear of being unmasked as anything less than the celestial phenomenon you purport to be. And that, Ace, is your Achilles' heel. For in our upcoming Pink Slip match at KORE Assault, I will exploit that fear, exposing the frailty of your spirit for all to see. [He stops, fixing the camera with a piercing gaze] This isn't just a match, Ace. It's a battle of wits, a test of mental fortitude. And as sure as I hold this magnifying glass, I will dissect your every move, unravel your every tactic, until there is nothing left but the raw, unvarnished truth. You may soar high, but I, Kordell Graves, will bring you crashing down to reality. [Raising the Dr. Pepper in a toast] Here's to the end of the mystery, Ace. And the beginning of your downfall. At KORE Assault, the case will be closed, and the truth will be revealed. You may be Ace Sky, but against the methodical mind of Kordell Graves, you will fall from the heavens. [With a final, resolute sip, Kordell sets the Dr. Pepper down and extinguishes the light, leaving the room in darkness] Case dismissed." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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