Post by The Ace on Dec 6, 2012 14:07:46 GMT -6
The scene opens with the new, and now two-time NCW National Champion as he is stood infront of the camera, his hair tied back into a neat pony-tail, and blue-tinted shades. He has a self-assured smirk across his face, arrogance emanating from his every pore as he adjusts the National Championship over his shoulder.
As well as a pair of blue jeans, it has not escaped our notice that The Ace is wearing a simple black T-Shirt with a rather bold declaration of his alignment on the front.
You know Dexter, I really wish I could tell you that my choice of attire this evening was influenced by you. I wish I could tell you this shirt was all about making some less than subtle point for you and your wife, because believe me I've heard you both get your digs in and make your snide little comments at his expense, but I'm not going to defend the World Heavyweight Champion because quite frankly I don't need to - any more than I need to say, pledge allegiance to the United States of America just because I am once again the National Champion.
It's been a slow process, but then change, especially on an evolutionary scale, so often is. This is my first NCW Championship belt in over two years, and you can all bet your piddly asses that whether I am Champion for another thirty-five days or another thirty-five months, I will end up doing more for this title than Cross ever did. It's about time some of the prestige and class that I have always carried myself with rubbed off on this long forgotten about belt.
See Dexter, I know you'll appreciate this, after all you've just seen your wife take a similiar road to her own personal glory as me against similiar opponents no less. She failed to complete her journey at Road To The Gold and you saw justice done, she got her second chance, just as I did and she made it count just as I did...and yet you still choose to believe that things are really that bad under the Kelly-Bertie regime? I took you for a much smarter man than that Dexter, but I guess if you spend enough time pandering amongst the clueless sheep, its only a matter of time before you start bleating like them.
Even you have to admit Davis that things have gotten better, before now when else did your little snugglekins get her first shot at superstardom, much less a second on a successive Pay Per View? I can't ever recall a time, so why are you both so damned insistent on trying to bite the hand that feeds? I thought you two of all people should be able to see how black and white the situation really is - oh I'm sorry, did I inadvertently address the elephant - or is that emu? - in the room that you two are so proud to flaunt in the faces of people in some purile attempt to nullify the jokes you're so used to hearing by now.
You see Dex, I'm not that crass, I'm not going to question if Freya really is the milk in your chocolate, because I know true love is not only blind, but also colour-blind. I wouldn't question it any more than I would question just where the hell you got an emu from. In a company where I've seen goats sleep with grown men, I've learned to question very little. Almost anything is possible here in NCW, I say almost anything because I don't believe we'll ever see a Joe Everyman World Championship reign, but then Christmas is coming and maybe this year, Santa finally got little Joseph's letter, but I digress.
The fact is Dex, we both know the score. We both know that Xavier Cross was to this Championship what Jenny Williams was to the Starlets World Championship - in a word: ineffectual - and the only reason Jenny got away with it for so long before your wife finally stepped up and realised her destiny was because she had the boobs to distract us all. You should be proud Dex, you married a liberator, now you know what my wife must feel being married to me - there are so few of us around here after all.
I know you're a proud man Dexter, and I know you're a damn proud X Champion, and on the surface at least I can see exactly why you would be, two-time X Champion is not an accomplishment to be sniffed at after all, but if you dig a little deeper, things get a little more interesting. In both of your title reigns thus far, you've done your career or yourself little favour by actually winning, losing and defending it against walking caricatures, be they Gjenrei, Curtis Kanyon or Stephen Kingsley. So, forgive me if I'm not quite as impressed with your credentials as I perhaps should be.
But I'm a fair man Dex, I'm willing to give you a chance to really impress me, I'm going to give you the same opportunity your wife was so kind to offer Kat earlier this week - treat this as your opportunity to impress me first hand boy, imagine what a pinfall victory over the new National Champion could do for you and your career. It would put you ahead of so many of the undeserving idiots like Seth Evans and Curtis Kanyon who are now champing at the bit to take this title from me. I know titles make targets of us all, and whilst Verona may blissfully ignore your little pot shots at him as inconsequential, I'm stepping into your line of fire this week...
Give me your best shot, Dexter.
I'm sure we all want to know if you can do better than build an entire career out of being attached to something Joe Ragnal had first - X Champion indeed - irony it seems does have a sense of humour after all...
At this point, The Ace's wife Kathy walks into shot.
Kathy: Honey, I -
The Ace takes one look at his wife's black t-shirt and scowls.
The Ace: WHAT ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH ARE YOU WEARING?
Kathy: What?
Kathy turns to the camera and tugs at her shirt to straighten it for a full frontal view, obviously mugging for the camera.
The Ace: TAKE THAT DAMN SHIRT OFF NOW!
Kathy smirks.
Kathy: Only if you do too, babe...
The Ace: Deal...
With that the couple stand side by side with their backs to the camera.
The couple then remove their shirts and for all too brief a time we catch a flash of the fact that apparently Kathy isn't wearing a bra. Without turning around, and at the same time, the couple throw the shirts back towards the camera, covering the lens and obscuring our view of anything but blackness.
The pine Christmas tree in the Conway household was up and mostly finished in terms of its decoration, with all manner of gold and red baubles and bows and tinsel and multi-coloured lights hanging from it. The six foot tree only needed one final touch, and for that Jake Conway hoisted his six year old daughter onto his shoulders, holding her bt the legs over his shoulders as she giggled and leant forward and placed the golden star carefully on top of the tree.
Solitaire: Hooray, it's finished daddy! It looks so pretty!
Jake: And you should know, sweetie!
Jake carefully helps Solitaire dismount his shoulders, and she hugs him tightly.
Solitaire: Thanks, daddy. I love you...
Jake: I love you too sweet-pea....
Solitaire almost hops out of his arms with a huge smile on her face as she runs over to her mother by the plug to the tree, almost knocking over Caleb and Tiffany and tripping over Casino in her excitement. She stands poised ready to flip the switch.
Jake clears his throat and puts on his best announcer voice.
Jake: Ladies and Gentleman, lighting the tree this year, we are honoured to welcome the Princess of the whole World, Solitaire Marie Conway!
Solitaire does a little curtsy from her position before Kathy and the rest of her family counts her down from ten.
All: Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two..
...ONE!
Solitaire flicks the switch and the tree comes to life as they all clap her efforts, Tiffany and Caleb, whilst holding Domino positively glowing over witnessing this little family tradition for the first time.
As well as a pair of blue jeans, it has not escaped our notice that The Ace is wearing a simple black T-Shirt with a rather bold declaration of his alignment on the front.
I AM A
ROBERTO
VERONA
GUY
ROBERTO
VERONA
GUY
You know Dexter, I really wish I could tell you that my choice of attire this evening was influenced by you. I wish I could tell you this shirt was all about making some less than subtle point for you and your wife, because believe me I've heard you both get your digs in and make your snide little comments at his expense, but I'm not going to defend the World Heavyweight Champion because quite frankly I don't need to - any more than I need to say, pledge allegiance to the United States of America just because I am once again the National Champion.
It's been a slow process, but then change, especially on an evolutionary scale, so often is. This is my first NCW Championship belt in over two years, and you can all bet your piddly asses that whether I am Champion for another thirty-five days or another thirty-five months, I will end up doing more for this title than Cross ever did. It's about time some of the prestige and class that I have always carried myself with rubbed off on this long forgotten about belt.
See Dexter, I know you'll appreciate this, after all you've just seen your wife take a similiar road to her own personal glory as me against similiar opponents no less. She failed to complete her journey at Road To The Gold and you saw justice done, she got her second chance, just as I did and she made it count just as I did...and yet you still choose to believe that things are really that bad under the Kelly-Bertie regime? I took you for a much smarter man than that Dexter, but I guess if you spend enough time pandering amongst the clueless sheep, its only a matter of time before you start bleating like them.
Even you have to admit Davis that things have gotten better, before now when else did your little snugglekins get her first shot at superstardom, much less a second on a successive Pay Per View? I can't ever recall a time, so why are you both so damned insistent on trying to bite the hand that feeds? I thought you two of all people should be able to see how black and white the situation really is - oh I'm sorry, did I inadvertently address the elephant - or is that emu? - in the room that you two are so proud to flaunt in the faces of people in some purile attempt to nullify the jokes you're so used to hearing by now.
You see Dex, I'm not that crass, I'm not going to question if Freya really is the milk in your chocolate, because I know true love is not only blind, but also colour-blind. I wouldn't question it any more than I would question just where the hell you got an emu from. In a company where I've seen goats sleep with grown men, I've learned to question very little. Almost anything is possible here in NCW, I say almost anything because I don't believe we'll ever see a Joe Everyman World Championship reign, but then Christmas is coming and maybe this year, Santa finally got little Joseph's letter, but I digress.
The fact is Dex, we both know the score. We both know that Xavier Cross was to this Championship what Jenny Williams was to the Starlets World Championship - in a word: ineffectual - and the only reason Jenny got away with it for so long before your wife finally stepped up and realised her destiny was because she had the boobs to distract us all. You should be proud Dex, you married a liberator, now you know what my wife must feel being married to me - there are so few of us around here after all.
I know you're a proud man Dexter, and I know you're a damn proud X Champion, and on the surface at least I can see exactly why you would be, two-time X Champion is not an accomplishment to be sniffed at after all, but if you dig a little deeper, things get a little more interesting. In both of your title reigns thus far, you've done your career or yourself little favour by actually winning, losing and defending it against walking caricatures, be they Gjenrei, Curtis Kanyon or Stephen Kingsley. So, forgive me if I'm not quite as impressed with your credentials as I perhaps should be.
But I'm a fair man Dex, I'm willing to give you a chance to really impress me, I'm going to give you the same opportunity your wife was so kind to offer Kat earlier this week - treat this as your opportunity to impress me first hand boy, imagine what a pinfall victory over the new National Champion could do for you and your career. It would put you ahead of so many of the undeserving idiots like Seth Evans and Curtis Kanyon who are now champing at the bit to take this title from me. I know titles make targets of us all, and whilst Verona may blissfully ignore your little pot shots at him as inconsequential, I'm stepping into your line of fire this week...
Give me your best shot, Dexter.
I'm sure we all want to know if you can do better than build an entire career out of being attached to something Joe Ragnal had first - X Champion indeed - irony it seems does have a sense of humour after all...
At this point, The Ace's wife Kathy walks into shot.
Kathy: Honey, I -
The Ace takes one look at his wife's black t-shirt and scowls.
The Ace: WHAT ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH ARE YOU WEARING?
Kathy: What?
Kathy turns to the camera and tugs at her shirt to straighten it for a full frontal view, obviously mugging for the camera.
I AM A
ROBERTO
VERONA
GIRL
ROBERTO
VERONA
GIRL
The Ace: TAKE THAT DAMN SHIRT OFF NOW!
Kathy smirks.
Kathy: Only if you do too, babe...
The Ace: Deal...
With that the couple stand side by side with their backs to the camera.
HE'S THE
DEVIL'S
MINI-SKIRT
DEVIL'S
MINI-SKIRT
AND HE COVERS
MY ASS
JUST FINE
MY ASS
JUST FINE
The couple then remove their shirts and for all too brief a time we catch a flash of the fact that apparently Kathy isn't wearing a bra. Without turning around, and at the same time, the couple throw the shirts back towards the camera, covering the lens and obscuring our view of anything but blackness.
The pine Christmas tree in the Conway household was up and mostly finished in terms of its decoration, with all manner of gold and red baubles and bows and tinsel and multi-coloured lights hanging from it. The six foot tree only needed one final touch, and for that Jake Conway hoisted his six year old daughter onto his shoulders, holding her bt the legs over his shoulders as she giggled and leant forward and placed the golden star carefully on top of the tree.
Solitaire: Hooray, it's finished daddy! It looks so pretty!
Jake: And you should know, sweetie!
Jake carefully helps Solitaire dismount his shoulders, and she hugs him tightly.
Solitaire: Thanks, daddy. I love you...
Jake: I love you too sweet-pea....
Solitaire almost hops out of his arms with a huge smile on her face as she runs over to her mother by the plug to the tree, almost knocking over Caleb and Tiffany and tripping over Casino in her excitement. She stands poised ready to flip the switch.
Jake clears his throat and puts on his best announcer voice.
Jake: Ladies and Gentleman, lighting the tree this year, we are honoured to welcome the Princess of the whole World, Solitaire Marie Conway!
Solitaire does a little curtsy from her position before Kathy and the rest of her family counts her down from ten.
All: Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two..
...ONE!
Solitaire flicks the switch and the tree comes to life as they all clap her efforts, Tiffany and Caleb, whilst holding Domino positively glowing over witnessing this little family tradition for the first time.