Post by JaceParkerDavidson on Mar 28, 2023 20:50:19 GMT -5
It was a lazy afternoon in what was called Sanctuary here in Denver, Colorado. The 7-plus million-dollar estate is owned by Jace Parker Davidson and the #1 contender to the UPRISING World Championship belt, Samantha Tolson. Inside the master bedroom, Jace Parker Davidson can be seen laying across the bed with his head on one of the pillows placed near the headboard. He has his eyepatch over his eye and his phone in his hands. His thumbs work across the screen of the phone as the expression on his face switches from amusement to confusion and back again.
“Did you stumble upon a website in another language again?” The voice came from off to the side of the bed.
Jace turned his head briefly and looked over at Madison Carter who was standing in the room with her phone in her hands. She was recording Jace laying there across the bed as he turned his attention back toward his phone.
“That would be more interesting honestly.” Jace paused for a moment and then cut his good eye over at Madison. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“You say that like I don’t have an open invitation to come by whenever I want,” Madison replied in a fake hurt tone. “I came by to see Samantha and to see if you could maybe do me a favor.”
“Samantha is in full-on training mode for her match against Chris Mosh for the UPRISING World Championship belt. That means she’s in the gym three to four times a day. Total focus kind of thing.” Jace explained.
“Makes sense, but what about the favor?” Madison asked again in a sweet innocent voice.
“Depends on what the favor is,” Jace answered bluntly. “I can already tell you that I’m 75% sure the answer is going to be no before you even tell me what it is.”
“Rude!” Madison exclaims before pouting. “I’ve put in for becoming a member of the UPRISING roster and I wanted to see if you could put in a good word for me?”
Jace sighed and then lowered his phone. He turned his head and looked over at Madison.
“You do not want me putting in a good word for you with Brad Jackson. I’m currently at the #1 spot on his shitlist.” Jace revealed. “I’m sure you’ll do fine and will get added to the roster. Lord knows if they signed Crystal Caldwell then you’ll definitely get your chance.”
Madison nodded his head slowly but then a devious smirk began to tug at the end of her lips.
“Speaking of Crystal Caldwell…” Madison’s voice trailed off a bit as she lowered herself down onto the side of the bed. “How are little Jace and his friends?”
Madison giggled like a schoolgirl as Jace furrowed his brow.
“First off, you know better than to call my male parts ‘Little Jace and his friends.’” Jace growled in a low tone. “Secondly, my genitals are just dandy, thank you. I’ve dealt with worse pain than a horny Crystal Caldwell trying to cop a feel.”
“Isn’t she like married a thousand times over?” Madison inquired.
“Probably, she has more last names than Krispy Kreme has donuts,” Jace commented before raising his phone again. “She’s Kevin Mears’ problem now. I’m moving forward and focusing on this match against Ace Sky.”
“That sounds like a fake name.” Madison chimed in.
“It is, obviously, but it’s not even like a good made-up name.” Jace thought out loud. “I wonder if Kevin Mears should have a talk with him about using the name Ace in his presence. Either way, he’s the latest idiot that Jax has put in my way. Doesn’t seem like the guy is like… all there.”
“What do you mean?” Madison raised her eyebrow.
“I talk about beating his ass in Japan or ask him what he’s accomplished in UPRISING so far,” Jace says as he points to his phone screen. “And this dude replies to my tweets with like links to YouTube videos. And not just like one YouTube video but multiple ones. He tweeted at me some song on YouTube that pretty much summed up his life since like 2001.”
“That’s…” Madison thinks for a moment. “...unique?”
“It’s fucking weird! There is no other way to look at it. We’re going to be traveling to Japan to compete, I plan on stomping the back of his skull through the canvas. Yet, this guy is like ‘Hey man, check out this song cause it’s totally my life!’” Jace shakes his head. “No, absolutely not you fucking noob. I’m not your long-distance girlfriend. I don’t want to listen to song lyrics that you feel like ‘totally define your soul’ or some shit like that.”
Madison begins giggling before Jace’s phone lights up and a loud ding is heard.
“Someone’s popular.” Madison teased.
Jace ignored her comment and opened up his text messages. He reads over the latest message before lowering his phone a bit and closing his good eye.
“Something wrong?” There was concern in Madison’s voice.
“Nothing is wrong, but it looks like I got confirmation on something that was up in the air for a while now.” Jace opened his eye slowly and smiled a bit. “Guess I’ll need to tell Samantha that we’re going to Greece next month.”
“That’s exciting!” Madison bounced up and down on the side of the bed.
“Sam will absolutely hate it,” Jace said in a low tone.
“Huh? Why?” Madison questioned.
There was an awkward silence between the two that just hung in the air. Finally, Jace cleared his throat and decided to change the subject.
“Doesn’t matter right now. The thing that needs my attention is this match against Ace Sky.” Jace crossed one of his legs over the other. “I’m going to enjoy destroying this man’s unentitled bravado in front of a packed house in Japan.”
“I’m sure he’s going to tell you that he’ll be the one walking out of Japan looking like a million dollars.” Madison rolls her eyes a bit.
“I’ve defeated she who shall not be named but still comments on everything UPRISING in my first match, I beat Justin York into retirement earlier than he expected and then scared Crystal Caldwell so badly that she had to literally try and jerk me off just to get herself disqualified.” Jace pauses as Madison covers her mouth and tries not to burst out into a fit of laughter. “What has Ace Sky ever done in his life that makes him think he’s going to be the guy to give me my first loss in this company?”
“Watch the YouTube videos!” Madison shouted.
“Fuck off!” Jace fired back.
Suddenly, Jace’s phone lit up again and a loud ding is heard. He goes back into his text messages and reads over what has been sent. After a moment, Jace lets out a loud groan in frustration.
“What happened now?” Madison leans in closer to try and look at his phone screen.
“I just got a text message from Jax. He wants me to come to his office first thing tomorrow. Clearly, I must be in trouble once again. I swear to Christ…” Jace grumbles.
He pulls himself up off of the bed and exits the room still complaining. Madison gets up to her hands and knees before calling out to him.
“REMEMBER TO PUT IN A GOOD WORD FOR ME!!!” Her effort was futile.
Madison falls back onto the bed and lets her head sink into one of the pillows as the scene fades.
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I got booked on the Equinox II card live from Korakuen Hall in Tokyo, Japan.
A singles match where I go one-on-one with a man that goes by the name Ace Sky. Now, you might ask just who Ace Sky is and how this match makes any lick of sense. Well, I can tell you that if you follow Ace Sky on Twitter, there are some very informative YouTube videos that explain exactly who he is as a person and a professional wrestler.
I, personally, would never be caught dead watching said videos. I’m just repeating what he told me on Twitter himself. So, watch at your own risk.
Oh, and be sure you follow the right Ace Sky account.
His roster page on the UPRISING website says one thing but his actual Twitter account has the numeric code to launch nuclear missiles at the site of Griffin Hawkins’ next live concert at the end of it.
I’ve asked many times if this was some kind of prank being pulled against me. If this was like kind of rib or inside joke by Brad Jackson that I’m not privy to yet. It honestly sounds like some sort of additional punishment, since you know his planned punishment for Unleashed 5 fizzled out like an Andrea Hernandez stint on the UPRISING roster.
I’ve yet to receive an answer to any of that, so, as we stand at this very moment…
Ace Sky vs. Jace Parker Davidson is a match that is going to take place on April 8th.
The most fucked up bit of this whole thing is that Mr. Sky thinks that he stands a real chance of beating me in Japan. The man has been a non-factor in UPRISING since I first arrived back in December but is confident that he has my number.
For context purposes, I need to inform you of the following:
Ace Sky is five foot, eight inches tall, and weighs about one hundred sixty-five pounds.
My opponent isn’t even two hundred pounds soaking wet but thinks that he is going to be able to tap me out in the center of the ring at Equinox II.
Does he not realize that I stand six foot, four inches tall, and weigh two hundred fifty-plus pounds?
I know that ignorance is bliss, but this is disturbing, to say the least.
Do the math, folks. I am eight inches taller than this man and nearly one hundred pounds heavier. Name me a submission move on the planet this man could execute that I couldn’t power out of easily.
Unless your response is to make me watch an endless loop of his YouTube playlist, then we can conclude that Mr. Sky is full of shit.
I did a little research… (not on YouTube) about Ace Sky and the man likes to call himself ‘The Galaxy Guru.’ He has a finishing move that he calls the ‘Galaxy Leap’ which is basically a shooting star press off of the top rope.
I used to have a finishing move that was a shooting star press off the top rope… you know, when I was in my 20s and still relatively dumb as to what works in professional wrestling.
Maybe I add insult to injury in Japan. Maybe I beat Ace Sky with a shooting star press off the top rope. Just to prove that I can do his best move better than he can.
Or maybe I do something else… who knows?
I do want to track back to this ‘Galaxy Guru’ thing. What does that even mean? Has this man been to a planet that is not Earth? Has he been to space? Is he an alien posing as a human being?
Actually, that last one would answer A LOT of questions.
Then I noticed that Mr. Sky is from Houston, Texas…
Houston, NASA, Galaxy Guru… Hardy Fucking Har Har.
Did Jax book me against this clown shoes motherfucker just to annoy me? He wants me to go ‘easy’ on Marisol Vilario, but this is what he gives me.
Fine.
FINE!
Mr. Sky, I want you to pay attention when I say this. I might wear an eyepatch, and I may only have one good eye. However, that is more than enough for me to see right through your bullshit. You are way in over your head with this match and every time you open Twitter to make a tweet. You prove that point without fail.
No way in Hell are you tapping me out in our match.
I also don’t give a single fuck about how much high-flying flippy bullshit you try to throw at me. I will swat you out of the air like the insect that you are.
Nothing about you screams ‘Galaxy Guru’ or ‘Space Shaman’ because you’re no longer flying, Ace, you’re falling. And you’ve been falling for a very long time, you’re just too stupid to know the difference.
All of this ‘I’ve been doing this a long time’ and ‘I can do this, that, and the other’ nonsense is exactly why you’ve been in a constant free fall. Wrestlers who are the best in the world at the moment don’t need to link YouTube videos to prove why they are relevant. They are proving that in the middle of the ring every single day.
You haven’t been able to do that in a long time, have you?
That’s not going to change in this match against me. This isn’t going to be some kind of Ace Sky coming-out party. You’re not standing there in the middle of the ring with your hand raised in victory while the crowd chants ‘You still got it!’
You’ll be lucky if you don’t exit the ring via a stretcher and are taken to the nearest hospital.
I’m not looking to chain wrestle with you. I’m not going to put on some martial arts display like a bad spin-off of Cobra Kai. I’m heading to Japan for two reasons. One of them is to have a front-row seat to watch Samantha Tolson defeat Chris Mosh to become the new UPRISING World Champion.
The other is to hurt you in the most grotesque ways that I can think of between now and April 8th.
You’re not an opponent, you’re not a co-worker or colleague, Ace. You’re a victim. You’re an example I’m going to make to every single person out there that still thinks that they can walk up to me and act like they stand a chance of victory. For all of those people out there that I’ve already broken and beaten that continue to use every excuse in the book or call me protected.
You might look at yourself in the mirror and see someone worthy of main event-level matches. You may look back at some of your own matches and picture yourself as a beautiful butterfly as you soar through the sky.
That’s all fine and well but me?
I’m the bully that catches that butterfly in a glass jar. I’m that problem child that takes that beautiful butterfly and rips its wings from its body just because I can.
You need to ask yourself, what is a butterfly without its wings?
The answer is simple: It’s Ace Sky post-Equinox II.
It’s what will be left of you once I rip off your wings and feed what’s left of you to my dogs.
You’re stepping into the ring with a man that calls himself a King of Everything and no one has been able to step inside the ring and prove me wrong yet. You are a walking gimmick from the 80s that is going to try and stand toe-to-toe with a contracted killer.
You said you’re too busy to tweet all day, Ace?
You better be busy tying up all the loose ends when it comes to your life. You better make sure that your life insurance is paid up and that you kiss your loved one before you land in Japan.
Brad Jackson likes to play Russian Roulette with the members of the UPRISING roster.
Unfortunately for you, your name is the one that landed on one with the bullet in the chamber.
“Did you stumble upon a website in another language again?” The voice came from off to the side of the bed.
Jace turned his head briefly and looked over at Madison Carter who was standing in the room with her phone in her hands. She was recording Jace laying there across the bed as he turned his attention back toward his phone.
“That would be more interesting honestly.” Jace paused for a moment and then cut his good eye over at Madison. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“You say that like I don’t have an open invitation to come by whenever I want,” Madison replied in a fake hurt tone. “I came by to see Samantha and to see if you could maybe do me a favor.”
“Samantha is in full-on training mode for her match against Chris Mosh for the UPRISING World Championship belt. That means she’s in the gym three to four times a day. Total focus kind of thing.” Jace explained.
“Makes sense, but what about the favor?” Madison asked again in a sweet innocent voice.
“Depends on what the favor is,” Jace answered bluntly. “I can already tell you that I’m 75% sure the answer is going to be no before you even tell me what it is.”
“Rude!” Madison exclaims before pouting. “I’ve put in for becoming a member of the UPRISING roster and I wanted to see if you could put in a good word for me?”
Jace sighed and then lowered his phone. He turned his head and looked over at Madison.
“You do not want me putting in a good word for you with Brad Jackson. I’m currently at the #1 spot on his shitlist.” Jace revealed. “I’m sure you’ll do fine and will get added to the roster. Lord knows if they signed Crystal Caldwell then you’ll definitely get your chance.”
Madison nodded his head slowly but then a devious smirk began to tug at the end of her lips.
“Speaking of Crystal Caldwell…” Madison’s voice trailed off a bit as she lowered herself down onto the side of the bed. “How are little Jace and his friends?”
Madison giggled like a schoolgirl as Jace furrowed his brow.
“First off, you know better than to call my male parts ‘Little Jace and his friends.’” Jace growled in a low tone. “Secondly, my genitals are just dandy, thank you. I’ve dealt with worse pain than a horny Crystal Caldwell trying to cop a feel.”
“Isn’t she like married a thousand times over?” Madison inquired.
“Probably, she has more last names than Krispy Kreme has donuts,” Jace commented before raising his phone again. “She’s Kevin Mears’ problem now. I’m moving forward and focusing on this match against Ace Sky.”
“That sounds like a fake name.” Madison chimed in.
“It is, obviously, but it’s not even like a good made-up name.” Jace thought out loud. “I wonder if Kevin Mears should have a talk with him about using the name Ace in his presence. Either way, he’s the latest idiot that Jax has put in my way. Doesn’t seem like the guy is like… all there.”
“What do you mean?” Madison raised her eyebrow.
“I talk about beating his ass in Japan or ask him what he’s accomplished in UPRISING so far,” Jace says as he points to his phone screen. “And this dude replies to my tweets with like links to YouTube videos. And not just like one YouTube video but multiple ones. He tweeted at me some song on YouTube that pretty much summed up his life since like 2001.”
“That’s…” Madison thinks for a moment. “...unique?”
“It’s fucking weird! There is no other way to look at it. We’re going to be traveling to Japan to compete, I plan on stomping the back of his skull through the canvas. Yet, this guy is like ‘Hey man, check out this song cause it’s totally my life!’” Jace shakes his head. “No, absolutely not you fucking noob. I’m not your long-distance girlfriend. I don’t want to listen to song lyrics that you feel like ‘totally define your soul’ or some shit like that.”
Madison begins giggling before Jace’s phone lights up and a loud ding is heard.
“Someone’s popular.” Madison teased.
Jace ignored her comment and opened up his text messages. He reads over the latest message before lowering his phone a bit and closing his good eye.
“Something wrong?” There was concern in Madison’s voice.
“Nothing is wrong, but it looks like I got confirmation on something that was up in the air for a while now.” Jace opened his eye slowly and smiled a bit. “Guess I’ll need to tell Samantha that we’re going to Greece next month.”
“That’s exciting!” Madison bounced up and down on the side of the bed.
“Sam will absolutely hate it,” Jace said in a low tone.
“Huh? Why?” Madison questioned.
There was an awkward silence between the two that just hung in the air. Finally, Jace cleared his throat and decided to change the subject.
“Doesn’t matter right now. The thing that needs my attention is this match against Ace Sky.” Jace crossed one of his legs over the other. “I’m going to enjoy destroying this man’s unentitled bravado in front of a packed house in Japan.”
“I’m sure he’s going to tell you that he’ll be the one walking out of Japan looking like a million dollars.” Madison rolls her eyes a bit.
“I’ve defeated she who shall not be named but still comments on everything UPRISING in my first match, I beat Justin York into retirement earlier than he expected and then scared Crystal Caldwell so badly that she had to literally try and jerk me off just to get herself disqualified.” Jace pauses as Madison covers her mouth and tries not to burst out into a fit of laughter. “What has Ace Sky ever done in his life that makes him think he’s going to be the guy to give me my first loss in this company?”
“Watch the YouTube videos!” Madison shouted.
“Fuck off!” Jace fired back.
Suddenly, Jace’s phone lit up again and a loud ding is heard. He goes back into his text messages and reads over what has been sent. After a moment, Jace lets out a loud groan in frustration.
“What happened now?” Madison leans in closer to try and look at his phone screen.
“I just got a text message from Jax. He wants me to come to his office first thing tomorrow. Clearly, I must be in trouble once again. I swear to Christ…” Jace grumbles.
He pulls himself up off of the bed and exits the room still complaining. Madison gets up to her hands and knees before calling out to him.
“REMEMBER TO PUT IN A GOOD WORD FOR ME!!!” Her effort was futile.
Madison falls back onto the bed and lets her head sink into one of the pillows as the scene fades.
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I got booked on the Equinox II card live from Korakuen Hall in Tokyo, Japan.
A singles match where I go one-on-one with a man that goes by the name Ace Sky. Now, you might ask just who Ace Sky is and how this match makes any lick of sense. Well, I can tell you that if you follow Ace Sky on Twitter, there are some very informative YouTube videos that explain exactly who he is as a person and a professional wrestler.
I, personally, would never be caught dead watching said videos. I’m just repeating what he told me on Twitter himself. So, watch at your own risk.
Oh, and be sure you follow the right Ace Sky account.
His roster page on the UPRISING website says one thing but his actual Twitter account has the numeric code to launch nuclear missiles at the site of Griffin Hawkins’ next live concert at the end of it.
I’ve asked many times if this was some kind of prank being pulled against me. If this was like kind of rib or inside joke by Brad Jackson that I’m not privy to yet. It honestly sounds like some sort of additional punishment, since you know his planned punishment for Unleashed 5 fizzled out like an Andrea Hernandez stint on the UPRISING roster.
I’ve yet to receive an answer to any of that, so, as we stand at this very moment…
Ace Sky vs. Jace Parker Davidson is a match that is going to take place on April 8th.
The most fucked up bit of this whole thing is that Mr. Sky thinks that he stands a real chance of beating me in Japan. The man has been a non-factor in UPRISING since I first arrived back in December but is confident that he has my number.
For context purposes, I need to inform you of the following:
Ace Sky is five foot, eight inches tall, and weighs about one hundred sixty-five pounds.
My opponent isn’t even two hundred pounds soaking wet but thinks that he is going to be able to tap me out in the center of the ring at Equinox II.
Does he not realize that I stand six foot, four inches tall, and weigh two hundred fifty-plus pounds?
I know that ignorance is bliss, but this is disturbing, to say the least.
Do the math, folks. I am eight inches taller than this man and nearly one hundred pounds heavier. Name me a submission move on the planet this man could execute that I couldn’t power out of easily.
Unless your response is to make me watch an endless loop of his YouTube playlist, then we can conclude that Mr. Sky is full of shit.
I did a little research… (not on YouTube) about Ace Sky and the man likes to call himself ‘The Galaxy Guru.’ He has a finishing move that he calls the ‘Galaxy Leap’ which is basically a shooting star press off of the top rope.
I used to have a finishing move that was a shooting star press off the top rope… you know, when I was in my 20s and still relatively dumb as to what works in professional wrestling.
Maybe I add insult to injury in Japan. Maybe I beat Ace Sky with a shooting star press off the top rope. Just to prove that I can do his best move better than he can.
Or maybe I do something else… who knows?
I do want to track back to this ‘Galaxy Guru’ thing. What does that even mean? Has this man been to a planet that is not Earth? Has he been to space? Is he an alien posing as a human being?
Actually, that last one would answer A LOT of questions.
Then I noticed that Mr. Sky is from Houston, Texas…
Houston, NASA, Galaxy Guru… Hardy Fucking Har Har.
Did Jax book me against this clown shoes motherfucker just to annoy me? He wants me to go ‘easy’ on Marisol Vilario, but this is what he gives me.
Fine.
FINE!
Mr. Sky, I want you to pay attention when I say this. I might wear an eyepatch, and I may only have one good eye. However, that is more than enough for me to see right through your bullshit. You are way in over your head with this match and every time you open Twitter to make a tweet. You prove that point without fail.
No way in Hell are you tapping me out in our match.
I also don’t give a single fuck about how much high-flying flippy bullshit you try to throw at me. I will swat you out of the air like the insect that you are.
Nothing about you screams ‘Galaxy Guru’ or ‘Space Shaman’ because you’re no longer flying, Ace, you’re falling. And you’ve been falling for a very long time, you’re just too stupid to know the difference.
All of this ‘I’ve been doing this a long time’ and ‘I can do this, that, and the other’ nonsense is exactly why you’ve been in a constant free fall. Wrestlers who are the best in the world at the moment don’t need to link YouTube videos to prove why they are relevant. They are proving that in the middle of the ring every single day.
You haven’t been able to do that in a long time, have you?
That’s not going to change in this match against me. This isn’t going to be some kind of Ace Sky coming-out party. You’re not standing there in the middle of the ring with your hand raised in victory while the crowd chants ‘You still got it!’
You’ll be lucky if you don’t exit the ring via a stretcher and are taken to the nearest hospital.
I’m not looking to chain wrestle with you. I’m not going to put on some martial arts display like a bad spin-off of Cobra Kai. I’m heading to Japan for two reasons. One of them is to have a front-row seat to watch Samantha Tolson defeat Chris Mosh to become the new UPRISING World Champion.
The other is to hurt you in the most grotesque ways that I can think of between now and April 8th.
You’re not an opponent, you’re not a co-worker or colleague, Ace. You’re a victim. You’re an example I’m going to make to every single person out there that still thinks that they can walk up to me and act like they stand a chance of victory. For all of those people out there that I’ve already broken and beaten that continue to use every excuse in the book or call me protected.
You might look at yourself in the mirror and see someone worthy of main event-level matches. You may look back at some of your own matches and picture yourself as a beautiful butterfly as you soar through the sky.
That’s all fine and well but me?
I’m the bully that catches that butterfly in a glass jar. I’m that problem child that takes that beautiful butterfly and rips its wings from its body just because I can.
You need to ask yourself, what is a butterfly without its wings?
The answer is simple: It’s Ace Sky post-Equinox II.
It’s what will be left of you once I rip off your wings and feed what’s left of you to my dogs.
You’re stepping into the ring with a man that calls himself a King of Everything and no one has been able to step inside the ring and prove me wrong yet. You are a walking gimmick from the 80s that is going to try and stand toe-to-toe with a contracted killer.
You said you’re too busy to tweet all day, Ace?
You better be busy tying up all the loose ends when it comes to your life. You better make sure that your life insurance is paid up and that you kiss your loved one before you land in Japan.
Brad Jackson likes to play Russian Roulette with the members of the UPRISING roster.
Unfortunately for you, your name is the one that landed on one with the bullet in the chamber.