No longer had I just made it into the back, tonight, for the second time in my short Mile High Wrestling career I had barely broken a sweat. This time, though, it was for the right reasons. I had somehow made it onto the list of Christopher Mosh, ‘Mr Ammo’ himself, yet by the end of the night he was on my list, the first one to arrive there.
I had everything to prove, everything to lose, lots to gain and well we know how the next twenty four hours would pan out, I stared at Agent Gostaple from the couch in my locker room.
Ace Starr: “It’s true, isn’t it? Everything is true.”
Gostaple was trying to calm me down with his hand movements, they were moving fast, frantically, he was desperate to alleviate some of the stress off my shoulders, but the words he was about to spit out would put spade to any plans I had here in Mile High Wrestling.
Agent Gostaple: “Yes, yes it’s true, Robert Mack just announced on Uncut that it’s over, Mile High Wrestling is over, soon this place will cease to exist, but you Ace, well you are just beginning.”
I glanced at Gostaple, part of me was furious, I had finally made a statement of intent, I was looking forward to advancing and becoming a major player in the company, see, last month when I pissed every single person on the roster within 12 calendar hours of arrival, I meant every single word I said. Every slur at the top of my tongue slipped out and I was meant to slip in here and cause a path of destruction like nobody had ever seen before. Heck, the ink on my contract had barely settled and here we were sitting at the end of the line.
Ace Starr: “You gotta be kidding me, you told me this place was legit, you told me this place was unique, that it would last forever, that we could last forever.”
Agent Gostaple: “Here’s the thing Ace, it’s true, this chapter is about to end, we can’t do anything about that, but there is a reason why I signed you to a Stanton Enterprise contract and not one to that sleazy slimeball Mr. Mack.”
I was willing to hear Gostaple out, I was desperate to hear his consolation plea, perhaps he could make this right, fuck, I deserved this to be made right, I am the Main Starr! I am Ace Starr!
Ace Starr: “Well, spit it then, what happens next, where do we go from here? Where do I go? Where do you go? Where do all these people go? Where does all that money we agreed to go?”
Agent Gostaple put his hands on my shoulder both compassionately and reassuringly, I could tell he had a plan; maybe I just had to be patient.
Agent Gostaple: “Your money is safe, Ace. None of our money ever came from Mile High Wrestling or the dirtily lined pockets of Mr. Mack in the first place, it’s Mr. Stanton who pays your wages, it’s Mr. Stanton who pays my wages, it’s Mr Stanton, Ace, who has ensured our next chapter will go to plan, that’s why after your next and last match in Mile High Wrestling you go and become a World Champion, not any old World Champion, but the first ever World Champion in Hearts Sweats.”
This all sounded fantastic, apart from one thing, next match?
Ace Starr: “Hold up, hold up, hold up. Next match? I thought we were one and done here.”
Agent Gostaple flashed a photograph in front of me, it was A4, inspecting closely, I could see it was the muggy features of Alastair Frost, a man who had went out his way to make my life a misery since arriving here. I was still fuming at how he derailed my debut in the company, I was made to look a joke, in fact, coming to think of it, I was so angry I could murder that prick.
Ace Starr: “Bring me his head, Gostaple.”
Gostaple was laughing, I was serious, though, Frost had single-handedly flooded my hype machine with unforgiveable and tormenting waves; it was Frost who would die this time.
Ace Starr: “I’m going to make that dick wish he was still sitting in his mums basement listening to Rob Zombie records, in fact, in London, maybe Frost should join Zombies backing band as a session musician, it might be for the best, that way he can be remembered fondly, he can tell his other bully victim Coven friends to check out the youtube videos in ten year time of him playing with a face painted ugly looking freak in front of a crowd mourning the death of a fed that could have been.”
I couldn’t stop thinking about it, thinking about him, thinking about Frost, he had really gotten under my skin. Yet, perhaps the last three words I uttered to Gostaple summed this whole, entire scenario up; “could have been”. I was determined to be anything but a “could have been”, I was desperate to eclipse the shadow of doubt that Frost had placed over me when I first arrived for my debut against Tyler Ransom.
Ace Starr: “This isn’t over till Alastair is over, this train doesn’t leave the station until Alastair is firmly on the tracks below us, he can’t, he won’t and with you as my witness, Gostaple, Alastair Frost does not leave London alive, he dies, he dies with Mile High Wrestling.”
Agent Gostaple was pacing around the room at this point, I could tell he was excited; my passionate plea seemed to have reverberated around his dark soul.
Agent Gostaple: “Yes, Ace. Frost dies, Frost dies, Frost motherfuckin’ dies. You, Ace, you kill him. It won’t be a Myrrhder She Wrote, it will be a Murder ACE Wrote.”
I liked that, the tacky word play, London would be anything but tacky though, I was going to hurt Alastair, it wasn’t going to be pretty, Alastair would not be pretty, his face would be a red crimson mask, it would be that blood which would ink my new contract with Heart Sweats, it would also be that blood which would signal the absolute mutilation of a “could have been”.
Ace Starr: “Alastair Frost, heed warning, listen to me carefully, listen to the same advice that Christopher Mosh turned upside down and lived to regret; this Sunday? This Sunday you ping Rob Zombie a message, you plead with him to slot you into his live band, hell, this Sunday you invent a glockenspiel section of his band, you do ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING you can, in your power, in the Covens power to avoid the catastrophe that otherwise awaits you. Cause otherwise, Frost? Ace Starr awaits you and this well might just be a chapter for me but for you? For you this is the end.”
Agent Gostaple: “Alastair Frost, you heard the words of my client and now you will hear the words of me, the words of wisdom, my carefully chosen words to you. This Sunday, two men show up, both Ace and yourself, Mr Frost, should you decide to decline the advice of the future of this business, should you decide to decline the advice of the MAIN STARR, ACE STARR, then there is one outcome and one alone, you my friend, you die alone, we all die alone…”
Agent Gostaple was pointing at the Mile High Wrestling logo in our locker room, Mile High was about to pass its final breath but so was Alastair, I was pretty sure of that. Alastair, would indeed, die alone.
Post by Alastair Frost on Jan 31, 2020 15:44:05 GMT -6
OFF CAMERA Year: 2006 Place: Recruitment Office
Darius had returned to the recruitment Office for the Marine Corps several weeks after he dropped off his application enter the Corps for basic training.
“We have checked with your high school and we were informed about your disciplinary issues.”
“What does that have to do with my application to join the Corps?”
“You can be a problem to your superiors when they give you orders.”
“You just remind me of everyone who only judge what you see in front of you. If you are going to deny me entry to the Corps, just say so.”
He heard a chuckle from the recruitment officer as he leans back in the chair.
“Your plans of going to college into a field that would gain experience for your unit. Perhaps that and your basic training will get that stubborn attitude out of you.”
Darius coughed under his breath.
“Don’t hold your breath on that. I will never change my ways and never will.”
“Perhaps that will be to your best advantage. It may be against my better judgement but I will accept your application. My superiors may not like it but they will now have to deal with it.”
Darius snarled under his breath as rolling his eyes.
“They are just judgemental pricks just like you. Not that I really care about what anyone thinks, I have dealt with them in my own way and that won’t change now.”
Darius went to his feet before the recruitment officer was able to make a retort to him and walked out the door. He had a lot to prepare for when it came to his basic training and preparing to travel to begin his studies at University of Washington.
ON CAMERA Year: 2020 Place: Washington D.C.
Alastair had snarled under his breath as he had just left the office of the C.O. for the base. It had been several months since his promotion to L.T. Colonel and the superiors in the Marine Corps wanted to be briefed on how he was holding up since then. He brushed off the dust off of his formal dress as he snarled again.
“It has shown that many of the higher ups still have a shitty opinion of me because of my attitude while those few who got to know me convinced them to complete the paperwork to allow me to get the promotion after many years as a Major. I may be in a rank of Command but I still am considered as a violent misfit that doesn’t deserve my position but I really don’t give a shit.”
He arrived to the barracks and he changed into casual fatigues and sat in the corner of his personal space in the barracks. The other members of the base were given private space as he did but he was fortunate to have it since he didn’t allow people close to him.
“My first and only match in Mile High Wrestling at a PPV is against the arrogant asshat Ace Starr. We had some interaction via twitter and it proved to everyone that he as judgemental and only sees things at face value. I am a proud member of the Coven but as I will make this clear to Ace and to everyone as I have said on Twitter, I am just as unusual as my compatriots in the stable but that doesn’t mean I follow the darker aspects that we share for the world to see.”
Alastair remembered the banter that the two of them had twitter and how Ace couldn't back up his words once others had come in to throw him under the bus as much as Alastair did. He snickered lightly as he had found it amusing.
“Ever since we have had the banter on twitter, what has Ace shown for the fans of MHW? Oh, that’s right I remember what happened, absolutely NOTHING! It is a damn shame about that too.”
Alastair gasped mockingly at the words he thrown to Ace but he really didn’t care. He had said worst to others but it was something that he would continue to do to everyone.
“It is too bad that his match with Tyler Ransom never really got off the ground as I came in and ruined the party. He must have so many plans for the match but I destroyed them when I laid both of them out before the match even started. It proves that I am unpredictable not just as a regular person but as a wrestler.”
Alastair is heard laughing sarcastically and sadistically as he crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes into a cold stare for all to see.
“I may not share the full darkness as the other members of the Coven but that doesn’t mean I don’t share the violence that every member of the stable share while we are in the ring. Ace will make due to remember that when we step into the ring in the opening match in the Undercard at Myrrder She wrote. I will remind him to strengthen his fortitude before makes his plans for the future once MHW closes its doors as I will weaken it to the point that he will second guess his time as a wrestler.”
The coldness remained in Alastair’s brown eyes as he shared one last warning to Ace.
“The chilling and militant world of the Ring Worn Soldier will teach those enemies of the state, including the cocky Ace Starr, that once the Hell Hound is persistent and will do whatever necessary to go in for the kill. That chilling presence of death will seep into the mind and heart of each and every enemy and Ace will never forget it. I will make sure to make him remember never to be so judgemental of those he crosses path during his wrestling career if he even decides to continue lacing up his wrestling boots in the future but I doubt that will happen since he will have a case of death. To quote Drowning Pool, Let the Bodies hit the floor!”
Alastair heard the several Marine units entering the Barracks and his came towards him to prepare for the evening before heading to the mess hall.
Deleted: Hey I read the rules and all that but is maybe someone up to guide me a bit throughout the start of my adventure here? much appriciated
Nov 18, 2019 16:44:14 GMT -6
Bruiser: We have two shows every other week in Ammo and ThrowDown as well as PPV's. The championship system works through a win/loss percentage and you have to have at least 5 matches to go for a title and 10 to go for the top title.
Nov 18, 2019 17:07:22 GMT -6
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Nov 18, 2019 17:07:52 GMT -6
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Nov 18, 2019 21:46:04 GMT -6
theefedpodcast: I was bored at work, reading through some fed news, Clicked on the latest Mile High Wrestling Show.... and saw an ad for MY PODCAST!? I LOVE YOU PEOPLE!
Nov 19, 2019 11:17:42 GMT -6
Admin: 💪💯💯 We love the podcast, brudda.
Nov 19, 2019 11:27:00 GMT -6
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Deleted: If I have a secondary character that isn't really going to compete often shall I put them with my main or create a separate profile?
Nov 26, 2019 15:33:18 GMT -6
Jansen Myrrh: If they are going to accompany you to the ring, you can write them in as a manager. If not, you don't really need to list them.
Nov 26, 2019 15:47:03 GMT -6
Deleted: okay. thanks.
Nov 26, 2019 15:56:41 GMT -6
Deleted: Big fan of the results. I've started reading from the first posted show and plan on finishing them all by the weekend. This is some damn good shit.
Dec 23, 2019 10:09:28 GMT -6
Admin: Appreciate that 💪💯💯
Dec 23, 2019 10:45:55 GMT -6
Deleted: Props to the writing crew. These results are blowing me away. Great action, awesome promos, this is the kind of fed everyone should join. #KEGApproved (not like that means anything)
Dec 23, 2019 15:19:50 GMT -6
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Dec 30, 2019 11:17:47 GMT -6
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Jan 2, 2020 11:29:05 GMT -6
Admin: Happy New Year, brudda 💪💯💯
Jan 2, 2020 11:31:08 GMT -6
theefedpodcast: Hey guys! Stevie and I are excited to play the game with everyone here!
Jan 9, 2020 7:12:24 GMT -6
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: My Twitter is locked for some reason. So if I'm not active, that's why.
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