Post by The Ace on May 1, 2013 18:34:34 GMT -6
Jake Conway is stood in his study, staring out of the window whilst Caleb Lockwood is sat at the veteran's desk, on the antique Victorian style antique wooden chair, at the grand mahogany desk, nervously pawing over the most modern thing in the room, a HP Pavilion laptop computer. It was a little known fact that Jake Conway had an admiration and appreciation for things from bygone eras, antiques and auctions. It was this love for things of a great age he had inherited from his very traditional mother, and actually went some way in explaining why he detested Twitter, Facebook, and most popular forms of modern social media.
Despite his rather traditional views, even he had to admit that it was a remarkable way to kill time to actually sit on Twitter strictly as an anonymous observer and watch his colleagues wage wars with each other, the scandalous comments from Davey Ortega as of late had been particularly amusing, but today was not about keeping abreast of tweets, today was about something much more important.
Caleb: I've got to say, this is not usually like you, Mr C...
Jake answers Caleb without turning to face him.
Jake: What?
Caleb: It's not like you to leave something this important till the last minute...
Jake chuckles and shakes his head, and with his hands behind his back, turns to face his young protege.
Jake: Oh how much you still have to learn my boy...
Caleb turns from his seat and notes the sly grin on the Hall Of Famer's face, and suddenly it dawns on him.
Caleb: Wait, you haven't left it at all have you? You've already got her something...
Jake says nothing.
Caleb: You sorted it out weeks ago, didn't you?
Jake: Picking it up on Friday morning as it happens.
Caleb: I knew it! So why have you got me looking for traditional anniversary gifts?
Jake: Just as a gentleman doesn't enter a fine restaurant and make a meal out of just one course, so too does a gentleman not celebrate the love he has for his wife with just one gift.
Caleb shakes his head, it always made him laugh when he thought about just how different this side of the legend was to his in ring persona. Caleb turns back to his laptop.
Caleb: Well, it says here that the traditional gift for a fifth anniversary is wood...
Jake: With all due respect my boy, I think Kat and I will have that particular gift well covered between us...
Caleb: Huh?
It takes a moment for it to dawn on Caleb and the contortion of Caleb's face as it does so amused Jake greatly.
Caleb: Well...that was...more information than I needed...
Caleb clears his throat and quickly changes the subject.
Caleb: A more modern gift would be silverware...
Jake wrinkles his nose at the idea.
Jake: Come now Caleb, I think we can both agree that my wife deserves better than a set of antique silver spoons.
Caleb: Airline tickets?
Jake: Better...
Caleb: How about a cruise?
Jake smiles as he steps forward and puts a hand on Caleb's shoulder.
Jake: Now we're talking...you know she's always wanted to go on a Hawaiian cruise...and the last time I went on a cruise was over ten years ago for Mom's 50th birthday...
Caleb: Sounds like you're due another...
Jake: My thoughts exactly.
Darkness and drums introduce 'Equally Destructive' by After Forever as our attention is drawn to a blinking yellow diamond of light as it surrounds the four Aces, and as the camera slowly zooms out we see parallel lines of blinking yellow diamond lights stud the white sleeves of the black leather jacket. Just before the lyrics, kick in the music is cut and the lights burst into a normal illumination as we see The Ace spin around on his heel, and lower his yellow tinted shades so they hang on the bridge of his nose as he offers a confident wink and a smirk to the camera before readjusting his shades.
Do you know what bugs me even more than self-righteous little piss-ants returning to this company for one last hoorah like they actually still mean something, Rob? It's self-righteous little piss-ants who think in all their self-assured arrogance that they still have a right to throw mud that is half a decade out of date at me and that it'll be enough to see them through a match with me. I get it Rob, you're still pissed at me because I never considered myself truly to be a part of Infamous, and how could I when you considered me the longest running joke in this company, and I can tell by the way you still talk to me that in spite of all the time that has passed since our loose affiliation with one another, you still feel that way about me.
It's fine Rob, you see we both know what this is really about, we both know that you were somebody in the NCW of 2011, you were the man, but the problem is this isn't 2011, this is 2013 and the Rob Diamond of today's NCW is nothing more than a small man still living off the glory of a long dead group and still touting a catchphrase that hasn't been popular in twenty years. In short Rob, you are nothing more than a slightly more successful Davey Ortega these days - all that's missing is the twitter rants hyping up your own hopeful A Night To Remember appearance because nobody else will do it for you. Much like this company, Rob Diamond is a man out of time, a man who has no place and is little more than a nostalgic novelty act.
I know that it burns you to hear that Rob, because you've always considered yourself my superior, inside and outside the ring. You're younger, quicker, and you have more hair, how can you possibly be considered lower on the totem pole than me? I'm pushing forty, have a tragically receding hairline and held the NCW World Heavyweight Championship for a fraction of your reign, there never was a summer of Conway, and there never will be in this company, but 2011 was the summer of Diamond, and yet in spite of all that, in spite of doinking the most successful Starlet of all time, Zelda Freakin' Knite, it is me, The Ace, who stands before you today as a three time current reigning National Champion, and on Sunday I will stand across the ring from you as a double Hall Of Famer as part of a team that truly deserves it, no not Infamous, but The Smokin' Aces.
I may only be the epitome of second best, that may well be the only legacy I leave behind in this company, and from where I stand today as a happily married man with not one but two beautiful children and gold around my waist, I realise that for second best I haven't done all that badly at all. I've certainly done a lot better than you, at least personally if not professionally, and I'm sorry that its such a bitter pill for you to swallow, but that's life my friend, and the remarkable thing about life is that you just have to live with it.
Of course you're bitter Rob, I have a successful relationship, entering its fifth year, and I don't have to fight to see my children, I have everything you wish you did, and I cannot blame you for feeling as envious as you do. I mean if my sexual history of severely disappointed lovers included a literal goat, I'd probably go around telling everybody to suck my little six inch pea shooter too, and if on the off chance they'd have the good taste to refuse such a meager meal, I'd hide my shame behind a mask and profess myself to be The Dark Lord.
Of course you would call the most beautiful woman in my world an ogre in order to goad a response out of me, and just like you disappointed Zelda, I'm going to have to disappoint you by not giving you what you really want by brushing off your childish insults and reminding you that my wife is not Emma Danielson. Now we've got that out of the way, let's address something of a little more substance and that is the remarkable ability of most people in this business to twist and color somebody else's accomplishments in a delightful shade of brown I like to call premium Grade A horse crap, especially when it makes no sense at all.
For instance in your eyes Rob, I am not a three time National Champion, I'm just second best, let's just say for a moment that you're right Rob, let's concede that I am in fact second best, now let's consider that statement in the context of exactly who it is that I'm second best to. Roberto Verona. Oh you mean that ruggedky handsome Italian gentleman who just so happens to be definitively the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion this company has and will ever see? I'm second best to that guy?
Tell me more about how much I suck Rob.
Damn it where's that condescending Wonka meme when you really need it? I digress, you see as much as it amuses me to see just how much sand you've accumulated in your mangina and really who could blame you when you lost the best thing in your life to Simon Daye and he in turn lost her to Xavier Cross, I have to address the fact that this is a tag team match and that your partner is one half of the most successful tag team combination in this company's history. I could laugh at you Simon, I could tell you how pathetic it is that you have to stand on the shoulders of a fifty year old geriatric to be considered a giant, but I will not sell you so short because I am not Rob Diamond and I've been exactly where you are now Simon, I was considered the weak link in my team with Steve Awesome but I persevered and made a name for myself and so can you if you stop playing pinball with Rob Diamond about who banged Zelda when. Take it from somebody with a rich dating history, you will fall in love again, just like I did, and when you do you'll never look back, just like I haven't for the last five years.
Curtis Kanyon, I know we should probably play up the whole enemies are tag team partners wrestling cliche this week, and we can if you really want to, but what say you that we actually forego all that this week, after all on paper we appear to be quite the formidable team. We both know how to get down and dirty, and we both know what its like to do what we do best, hurt people at the behest of somebody else. We make great hitmen, so let's consider this just another contract...
Let's consider this just another Dirty Deal.
Jake: Now I just need to figure out what excuse yo make for Friday morning while I go and collect her present...
Caleb: How about -
Caleb is cut off bu a knock at the door, and they hear Kathy's voice on the other side.
Kathy: Honey...may I come in?
Caleb quickly closes the laptop and its details of a Hawaiian cruise and does his best to look nonchalant.
Jake: Of course, sweetie.
Kathy enters the study, with her cell phone in hand.
Kathy: Emma was just on the phone, she wants to get a quick training session in on Friday morning for a couple of hours. I told her it would be fine...
Jake: Oh, yes, yes, Friday should be fine, actually Caleb and I were just discussing -
Caleb: Going running on Friday, gotta keep the stamina up. Y'know how it is, Mrs C...
Kathy does her best to hide her sense of surprise and being unconvinced.
Kathy: Running huh? I see. Well in that case I guess it works out for both of us.
Jake: Yes, I guess it does.
Kathy walks our of the room without another word, closing the door behind her. Jake steps up to Caleb and slaps him upside the head.
Jake: Really? Running? That's the best you could do?
Caleb: I'm sorry Mr C, it just came to me...
Jake: Show me that Cruise deal again...
Caleb opens the laptop and the screen is restored to a luxury cruises website. Both men scrutinize the particulars of the deal on offer.
Despite his rather traditional views, even he had to admit that it was a remarkable way to kill time to actually sit on Twitter strictly as an anonymous observer and watch his colleagues wage wars with each other, the scandalous comments from Davey Ortega as of late had been particularly amusing, but today was not about keeping abreast of tweets, today was about something much more important.
Caleb: I've got to say, this is not usually like you, Mr C...
Jake answers Caleb without turning to face him.
Jake: What?
Caleb: It's not like you to leave something this important till the last minute...
Jake chuckles and shakes his head, and with his hands behind his back, turns to face his young protege.
Jake: Oh how much you still have to learn my boy...
Caleb turns from his seat and notes the sly grin on the Hall Of Famer's face, and suddenly it dawns on him.
Caleb: Wait, you haven't left it at all have you? You've already got her something...
Jake says nothing.
Caleb: You sorted it out weeks ago, didn't you?
Jake: Picking it up on Friday morning as it happens.
Caleb: I knew it! So why have you got me looking for traditional anniversary gifts?
Jake: Just as a gentleman doesn't enter a fine restaurant and make a meal out of just one course, so too does a gentleman not celebrate the love he has for his wife with just one gift.
Caleb shakes his head, it always made him laugh when he thought about just how different this side of the legend was to his in ring persona. Caleb turns back to his laptop.
Caleb: Well, it says here that the traditional gift for a fifth anniversary is wood...
Jake: With all due respect my boy, I think Kat and I will have that particular gift well covered between us...
Caleb: Huh?
It takes a moment for it to dawn on Caleb and the contortion of Caleb's face as it does so amused Jake greatly.
Caleb: Well...that was...more information than I needed...
Caleb clears his throat and quickly changes the subject.
Caleb: A more modern gift would be silverware...
Jake wrinkles his nose at the idea.
Jake: Come now Caleb, I think we can both agree that my wife deserves better than a set of antique silver spoons.
Caleb: Airline tickets?
Jake: Better...
Caleb: How about a cruise?
Jake smiles as he steps forward and puts a hand on Caleb's shoulder.
Jake: Now we're talking...you know she's always wanted to go on a Hawaiian cruise...and the last time I went on a cruise was over ten years ago for Mom's 50th birthday...
Caleb: Sounds like you're due another...
Jake: My thoughts exactly.
Darkness and drums introduce 'Equally Destructive' by After Forever as our attention is drawn to a blinking yellow diamond of light as it surrounds the four Aces, and as the camera slowly zooms out we see parallel lines of blinking yellow diamond lights stud the white sleeves of the black leather jacket. Just before the lyrics, kick in the music is cut and the lights burst into a normal illumination as we see The Ace spin around on his heel, and lower his yellow tinted shades so they hang on the bridge of his nose as he offers a confident wink and a smirk to the camera before readjusting his shades.
Do you know what bugs me even more than self-righteous little piss-ants returning to this company for one last hoorah like they actually still mean something, Rob? It's self-righteous little piss-ants who think in all their self-assured arrogance that they still have a right to throw mud that is half a decade out of date at me and that it'll be enough to see them through a match with me. I get it Rob, you're still pissed at me because I never considered myself truly to be a part of Infamous, and how could I when you considered me the longest running joke in this company, and I can tell by the way you still talk to me that in spite of all the time that has passed since our loose affiliation with one another, you still feel that way about me.
It's fine Rob, you see we both know what this is really about, we both know that you were somebody in the NCW of 2011, you were the man, but the problem is this isn't 2011, this is 2013 and the Rob Diamond of today's NCW is nothing more than a small man still living off the glory of a long dead group and still touting a catchphrase that hasn't been popular in twenty years. In short Rob, you are nothing more than a slightly more successful Davey Ortega these days - all that's missing is the twitter rants hyping up your own hopeful A Night To Remember appearance because nobody else will do it for you. Much like this company, Rob Diamond is a man out of time, a man who has no place and is little more than a nostalgic novelty act.
I know that it burns you to hear that Rob, because you've always considered yourself my superior, inside and outside the ring. You're younger, quicker, and you have more hair, how can you possibly be considered lower on the totem pole than me? I'm pushing forty, have a tragically receding hairline and held the NCW World Heavyweight Championship for a fraction of your reign, there never was a summer of Conway, and there never will be in this company, but 2011 was the summer of Diamond, and yet in spite of all that, in spite of doinking the most successful Starlet of all time, Zelda Freakin' Knite, it is me, The Ace, who stands before you today as a three time current reigning National Champion, and on Sunday I will stand across the ring from you as a double Hall Of Famer as part of a team that truly deserves it, no not Infamous, but The Smokin' Aces.
I may only be the epitome of second best, that may well be the only legacy I leave behind in this company, and from where I stand today as a happily married man with not one but two beautiful children and gold around my waist, I realise that for second best I haven't done all that badly at all. I've certainly done a lot better than you, at least personally if not professionally, and I'm sorry that its such a bitter pill for you to swallow, but that's life my friend, and the remarkable thing about life is that you just have to live with it.
Of course you're bitter Rob, I have a successful relationship, entering its fifth year, and I don't have to fight to see my children, I have everything you wish you did, and I cannot blame you for feeling as envious as you do. I mean if my sexual history of severely disappointed lovers included a literal goat, I'd probably go around telling everybody to suck my little six inch pea shooter too, and if on the off chance they'd have the good taste to refuse such a meager meal, I'd hide my shame behind a mask and profess myself to be The Dark Lord.
Of course you would call the most beautiful woman in my world an ogre in order to goad a response out of me, and just like you disappointed Zelda, I'm going to have to disappoint you by not giving you what you really want by brushing off your childish insults and reminding you that my wife is not Emma Danielson. Now we've got that out of the way, let's address something of a little more substance and that is the remarkable ability of most people in this business to twist and color somebody else's accomplishments in a delightful shade of brown I like to call premium Grade A horse crap, especially when it makes no sense at all.
For instance in your eyes Rob, I am not a three time National Champion, I'm just second best, let's just say for a moment that you're right Rob, let's concede that I am in fact second best, now let's consider that statement in the context of exactly who it is that I'm second best to. Roberto Verona. Oh you mean that ruggedky handsome Italian gentleman who just so happens to be definitively the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion this company has and will ever see? I'm second best to that guy?
Tell me more about how much I suck Rob.
Damn it where's that condescending Wonka meme when you really need it? I digress, you see as much as it amuses me to see just how much sand you've accumulated in your mangina and really who could blame you when you lost the best thing in your life to Simon Daye and he in turn lost her to Xavier Cross, I have to address the fact that this is a tag team match and that your partner is one half of the most successful tag team combination in this company's history. I could laugh at you Simon, I could tell you how pathetic it is that you have to stand on the shoulders of a fifty year old geriatric to be considered a giant, but I will not sell you so short because I am not Rob Diamond and I've been exactly where you are now Simon, I was considered the weak link in my team with Steve Awesome but I persevered and made a name for myself and so can you if you stop playing pinball with Rob Diamond about who banged Zelda when. Take it from somebody with a rich dating history, you will fall in love again, just like I did, and when you do you'll never look back, just like I haven't for the last five years.
Curtis Kanyon, I know we should probably play up the whole enemies are tag team partners wrestling cliche this week, and we can if you really want to, but what say you that we actually forego all that this week, after all on paper we appear to be quite the formidable team. We both know how to get down and dirty, and we both know what its like to do what we do best, hurt people at the behest of somebody else. We make great hitmen, so let's consider this just another contract...
Let's consider this just another Dirty Deal.
Jake: Now I just need to figure out what excuse yo make for Friday morning while I go and collect her present...
Caleb: How about -
Caleb is cut off bu a knock at the door, and they hear Kathy's voice on the other side.
Kathy: Honey...may I come in?
Caleb quickly closes the laptop and its details of a Hawaiian cruise and does his best to look nonchalant.
Jake: Of course, sweetie.
Kathy enters the study, with her cell phone in hand.
Kathy: Emma was just on the phone, she wants to get a quick training session in on Friday morning for a couple of hours. I told her it would be fine...
Jake: Oh, yes, yes, Friday should be fine, actually Caleb and I were just discussing -
Caleb: Going running on Friday, gotta keep the stamina up. Y'know how it is, Mrs C...
Kathy does her best to hide her sense of surprise and being unconvinced.
Kathy: Running huh? I see. Well in that case I guess it works out for both of us.
Jake: Yes, I guess it does.
Kathy walks our of the room without another word, closing the door behind her. Jake steps up to Caleb and slaps him upside the head.
Jake: Really? Running? That's the best you could do?
Caleb: I'm sorry Mr C, it just came to me...
Jake: Show me that Cruise deal again...
Caleb opens the laptop and the screen is restored to a luxury cruises website. Both men scrutinize the particulars of the deal on offer.