Post by The Ace on May 8, 2013 17:31:00 GMT -6
Five days ago, the end came a lot sooner than I thought it would. Truth be told I thought it would never happen. I thought it was too much to ask. I felt I didn't deserve it, I thought it was a penance I'd have to live with forever, some cruel joke told my fate to punish me for treating so many women including Kat as disposable objects for my pleasure over the years. I thought I would do no better than to have somebody so damaged love me as absolutely as she did. Maybe I deserved no better.
Seven years ago, she was just another notch on my bedpost, hard to believe that once upon a time I never intended to see her again, and today I couldn't imagine a single solitary day, no second without her by my side. Five days ago, five years of my personal regret and failings as a man were washed away, and I had just about as much trouble understanding it as I did the MRI Scan itself - but what was a great deal simpler to understand was the implication, and it was that implication that had made my hands shake and caused rogue tears to fall as I beheld the scan in my hands.
"It's over...it's really over, isn't it?"
I had looked into her eyes for the confirmation that we could have our lives back, that we could start again, and this time have it all our own way. I could see that she was just as overcome with emotion as I was as she nodded gently, smiling, too overwhelmed to speak. I locked eyes with her, I probed the shimmering pools of blue for the one thing I knew I could count on. Little oases of truth that they were, her eyes had never lied to me and they weren't lying now.
I fell to my knees right there in the middle of our driveway, right in front of the brand new Jaguar, with the scan still in my hands and I wept, and I wept openly in front of the love of my life and Emma Danielson who had never seen me so overwhelmed. Kathy dropped to her knees and she embraced me and I let myself go. We both started to weep and Emma turned away, refusing to be caught unaware by the tide of emotion that swept through us. Even fewer things moved Emma than moved me, but I knew she didn't understand what this meant to me. To Kathy. To us.
How could she? She hadn't spent the last five years reliving that one moment over and over again and hating myself in even my most private moments for letting the woman I love down when she had needed me most. It was my fault. I couldn't protect her, and I couldn't end Spike Kane without paying the price for it. It wasn't that I didn't love Kat enough to kill for her, it was that I loved her too much to spend my years locked up away from her for something I would have believed until my dying day to be perfectly justifiable homicide.
So for five years I had taken the only recourse I knew how to take in these situations. I took all my aggression out on all those hapless piddly asses they booked against me for five years with nothing more than a gleeful smile and a steel rake. I would carve my legacy in one ring for the sanctity of another, was all the bloodshed and violence worth it, looking back? You're damn right it was.
In floods of tears, her lips met mine and they tasted a little sweeter, her kiss felt a little more passionate, and I felt the regret I had carried all these years finally melt away and leave me an even more liberated man. As we broke, the apology poured out of me.
"I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for baby. Thank you for never giving up on me."
"Likewise."
"I never have given up on you honey."
"And I never will."
We giggled as we both said that in unison.
In the darkness we hear a female whisper.
As the drums and lyrics to 'Fists Fall' by Otep begin, we see the four Aces surrounded by the twinkling yellow diamond.
The lights are raised and the song allowed to fade away as The Ace turns to face the camera, the National Championship around his waist as he smiles at the camera.
Being such a good friend to everybody's favourite lovable loser Joe Everyman, I hope you appreciated my little song of the day there Curtis. You see for months now you've been declaring your intent to face me and take this title from me. In all that time I've lost this title only to win it back, I've gone to war inside the Dragon's Den, I've defended it in a triple threat featuring Joe Everyman and just last month I defended it against a six foot eight, three hundred and fifteen pound sack of Australian horse manure known as Stephen Kingsley, so for you to sit there on your neat little rent-a-throne like somebody who actually is a huge threat to me, and try to tell me that I'm ducking and dodging your pudgy five foot seven two hundred and sixty pound piddly ass quite frankly is laughable.
I've defended this belt against your friends and former disciples and now you get your chance, you get your spin of the wheel and you get it a week before A Night To Remember, you stand on the threshold of potentially being able to walk into the final Pay-Per-View in this company's history as the final National Champion, you get your chance to dethrone me at the final hurdle and yet in spite of taking this tremendous opportunity for what it is, you want to act all pissed at me. You want to grimace, flare your nostrils and breathe heavily possessed by your unbridled rage and I still don't understand quite why you're so angry.
At the risk of paraphrasing a pop culture icon, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering and the only one suffering in all of this is you Curtis. The clock on this company, the finite time you have left to make one last impact in NCW has made you a desperate man, Kanyon. I know you don't want to walk into your final match for this company against Joe Everyman with nothing to show for it. You want to be remembered and remembered forever and we both know pounding Joe Everyman into the ground and handing him a loss will be anything but memorable, even if it is in his two hundred and sixtieth match. At least if you have the National Championship around your waist, it will make the match seem somewhat important, the combined longest reigning first ever three time National Champion facing the current and last reigning National Champion sounds pretty sweet doesn't it?
Let's face it, Kanyon, a dream match with that particular back-story and build to it sounds a whole hell of a lot better and is sure to sell a whole hell of a lot more of those final last-minute Pay-Per-View buys than simply two guys bickering back and forth about which one of you injured the only legend on the roster who has so far had the good sense to stay gone and not come back for one last hoorah. All of this is of course assuming that you actually step up and accept the challenge Joe laid out to you last week. For all I know, you may want to do the very same thing you accuse me of doing, and duck him.
Part of the reason I don't understand your rage issues with me Curtis is that by your own admission I was the architect of your last evolution a year ago, I was the founder of your church, I helped you find purpose and faith and you are apparently mad at me for it. Why? It isn't my fault that the faith you found was ultimately misplaced. It isn't my fault that the religion you engineered has dissolved and I will not take responsibility for the fact that you've lost all of your followers. If it really bothers you that much Curt, you're quite welcome to jump on twitter and amass quite a following, the rantings of the delusional are quite popular on there it seems, just look at the number of followers Davey Ortega has picked up and his ramblings make even less sense than yours these days.
Are you just mad that everybody has wised up and abandoned your fruitless cause? Everybody except you apparently, you still insist on serving a God that quite clearly has abandoned you, you still fight in his name and you've even managed to get Adam Knite to lay his boots into me not because he believes in your God but rather because he has never missed an opportunity to screw me or my family, because apparently screwing a Conway is what you do when you have real power as a Knite. It doesn't surprise me in the slightest that in your quest for power you'd turn to the one man whose power and stroke actually mean something around here.
Does it not tell you something Kanyon? Does it not prove beyond a shadow of a doubt how useless and powerless your God is when you cannot simply fight your own battles and wage your own wars against me under his guidance? In spite of all the power Thor has apparently granted you, you still had to enlist the help of a mere mortal man to take me down, a man who has done so much more in his tenure as King than you have in yours as the Breaker of Worlds. Nice moniker there by the way, it does indeed make me piss my pants, not out of fear but out of laughter.
I carried your piddly ass to victory last Sunday by making that little piss-ant Rob Diamond tap out like a little bitch when I could have just as easily abandoned you, you're welcome by the way, I have proven myself to be better than the God you pray to, better than the God who has forsaken you. You cannot deny Curtis that there is indeed some wonderful poetry to the fact that it falls to the very man who gave you your faith to break it a year later.
So this is how the world ends Curt, not with a BANG but with a whimper.
The pitiful whimper of a desperate man brought to his knees in prayer.
Pray that your end is swift Kanyon. Pray that you meet it with all the dignity of the World Champion you once were. Pray that the Breaker of Worlds is himself not remembered as utterly broken and hopelessly defeated by the last great National Champion this company will ever see in his penultimate match for NCW, this Sunday it's the end of the World as you have known it Kanyon, and I don't know about you sunshine...
But I feel fine.
That was five days ago, today, right now, she lay in my arms, cuddled up after our latest session of love-making, and even though I didn't need to, I still lay there stroking her hair in an action that had become customary to bring her down from her orgasmic heights as they triggered an episode. This habit was going to take a while to break, the very idea that it was all over was still too fresh for me to fully appreciate. She looked up at me with a smile.
Jake: So...this is a little weird, huh?
Kathy giggled, and it struck me that I had never heard her giggle after making love before. Part of me still expected to hear her purr, and then it registered that as she ran her hand down my chest, this time she hadn't drawn blood, this time there wasn't a scratch. This time she was softer, gentler in her approach, and as my mind flashed back, I recalled that this time the entire sexual act had been far less animalistic in nature and far more human. She craned her neck up to kiss me and as I savoured it I finally understood that this end was also our new beginning...and this time I would start as I meant to go on for the rest of my life...
Loving her forever.
Seven years ago, she was just another notch on my bedpost, hard to believe that once upon a time I never intended to see her again, and today I couldn't imagine a single solitary day, no second without her by my side. Five days ago, five years of my personal regret and failings as a man were washed away, and I had just about as much trouble understanding it as I did the MRI Scan itself - but what was a great deal simpler to understand was the implication, and it was that implication that had made my hands shake and caused rogue tears to fall as I beheld the scan in my hands.
"It's over...it's really over, isn't it?"
I had looked into her eyes for the confirmation that we could have our lives back, that we could start again, and this time have it all our own way. I could see that she was just as overcome with emotion as I was as she nodded gently, smiling, too overwhelmed to speak. I locked eyes with her, I probed the shimmering pools of blue for the one thing I knew I could count on. Little oases of truth that they were, her eyes had never lied to me and they weren't lying now.
I fell to my knees right there in the middle of our driveway, right in front of the brand new Jaguar, with the scan still in my hands and I wept, and I wept openly in front of the love of my life and Emma Danielson who had never seen me so overwhelmed. Kathy dropped to her knees and she embraced me and I let myself go. We both started to weep and Emma turned away, refusing to be caught unaware by the tide of emotion that swept through us. Even fewer things moved Emma than moved me, but I knew she didn't understand what this meant to me. To Kathy. To us.
How could she? She hadn't spent the last five years reliving that one moment over and over again and hating myself in even my most private moments for letting the woman I love down when she had needed me most. It was my fault. I couldn't protect her, and I couldn't end Spike Kane without paying the price for it. It wasn't that I didn't love Kat enough to kill for her, it was that I loved her too much to spend my years locked up away from her for something I would have believed until my dying day to be perfectly justifiable homicide.
So for five years I had taken the only recourse I knew how to take in these situations. I took all my aggression out on all those hapless piddly asses they booked against me for five years with nothing more than a gleeful smile and a steel rake. I would carve my legacy in one ring for the sanctity of another, was all the bloodshed and violence worth it, looking back? You're damn right it was.
In floods of tears, her lips met mine and they tasted a little sweeter, her kiss felt a little more passionate, and I felt the regret I had carried all these years finally melt away and leave me an even more liberated man. As we broke, the apology poured out of me.
"I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for baby. Thank you for never giving up on me."
"Likewise."
"I never have given up on you honey."
"And I never will."
We giggled as we both said that in unison.
In the darkness we hear a female whisper.
"No...more...tears...stand up to your fears..."
As the drums and lyrics to 'Fists Fall' by Otep begin, we see the four Aces surrounded by the twinkling yellow diamond.
Keep your voices raised
Keep your knuckles bloody
Keep your voices raised
Keep your knuckles bloody
No more tears
Keep your knuckles bloody
Keep your voices raised
Keep your knuckles bloody
No more tears
The lights are raised and the song allowed to fade away as The Ace turns to face the camera, the National Championship around his waist as he smiles at the camera.
Being such a good friend to everybody's favourite lovable loser Joe Everyman, I hope you appreciated my little song of the day there Curtis. You see for months now you've been declaring your intent to face me and take this title from me. In all that time I've lost this title only to win it back, I've gone to war inside the Dragon's Den, I've defended it in a triple threat featuring Joe Everyman and just last month I defended it against a six foot eight, three hundred and fifteen pound sack of Australian horse manure known as Stephen Kingsley, so for you to sit there on your neat little rent-a-throne like somebody who actually is a huge threat to me, and try to tell me that I'm ducking and dodging your pudgy five foot seven two hundred and sixty pound piddly ass quite frankly is laughable.
I've defended this belt against your friends and former disciples and now you get your chance, you get your spin of the wheel and you get it a week before A Night To Remember, you stand on the threshold of potentially being able to walk into the final Pay-Per-View in this company's history as the final National Champion, you get your chance to dethrone me at the final hurdle and yet in spite of taking this tremendous opportunity for what it is, you want to act all pissed at me. You want to grimace, flare your nostrils and breathe heavily possessed by your unbridled rage and I still don't understand quite why you're so angry.
At the risk of paraphrasing a pop culture icon, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering and the only one suffering in all of this is you Curtis. The clock on this company, the finite time you have left to make one last impact in NCW has made you a desperate man, Kanyon. I know you don't want to walk into your final match for this company against Joe Everyman with nothing to show for it. You want to be remembered and remembered forever and we both know pounding Joe Everyman into the ground and handing him a loss will be anything but memorable, even if it is in his two hundred and sixtieth match. At least if you have the National Championship around your waist, it will make the match seem somewhat important, the combined longest reigning first ever three time National Champion facing the current and last reigning National Champion sounds pretty sweet doesn't it?
Let's face it, Kanyon, a dream match with that particular back-story and build to it sounds a whole hell of a lot better and is sure to sell a whole hell of a lot more of those final last-minute Pay-Per-View buys than simply two guys bickering back and forth about which one of you injured the only legend on the roster who has so far had the good sense to stay gone and not come back for one last hoorah. All of this is of course assuming that you actually step up and accept the challenge Joe laid out to you last week. For all I know, you may want to do the very same thing you accuse me of doing, and duck him.
Part of the reason I don't understand your rage issues with me Curtis is that by your own admission I was the architect of your last evolution a year ago, I was the founder of your church, I helped you find purpose and faith and you are apparently mad at me for it. Why? It isn't my fault that the faith you found was ultimately misplaced. It isn't my fault that the religion you engineered has dissolved and I will not take responsibility for the fact that you've lost all of your followers. If it really bothers you that much Curt, you're quite welcome to jump on twitter and amass quite a following, the rantings of the delusional are quite popular on there it seems, just look at the number of followers Davey Ortega has picked up and his ramblings make even less sense than yours these days.
Are you just mad that everybody has wised up and abandoned your fruitless cause? Everybody except you apparently, you still insist on serving a God that quite clearly has abandoned you, you still fight in his name and you've even managed to get Adam Knite to lay his boots into me not because he believes in your God but rather because he has never missed an opportunity to screw me or my family, because apparently screwing a Conway is what you do when you have real power as a Knite. It doesn't surprise me in the slightest that in your quest for power you'd turn to the one man whose power and stroke actually mean something around here.
Does it not tell you something Kanyon? Does it not prove beyond a shadow of a doubt how useless and powerless your God is when you cannot simply fight your own battles and wage your own wars against me under his guidance? In spite of all the power Thor has apparently granted you, you still had to enlist the help of a mere mortal man to take me down, a man who has done so much more in his tenure as King than you have in yours as the Breaker of Worlds. Nice moniker there by the way, it does indeed make me piss my pants, not out of fear but out of laughter.
I carried your piddly ass to victory last Sunday by making that little piss-ant Rob Diamond tap out like a little bitch when I could have just as easily abandoned you, you're welcome by the way, I have proven myself to be better than the God you pray to, better than the God who has forsaken you. You cannot deny Curtis that there is indeed some wonderful poetry to the fact that it falls to the very man who gave you your faith to break it a year later.
So this is how the world ends Curt, not with a BANG but with a whimper.
The pitiful whimper of a desperate man brought to his knees in prayer.
Pray that your end is swift Kanyon. Pray that you meet it with all the dignity of the World Champion you once were. Pray that the Breaker of Worlds is himself not remembered as utterly broken and hopelessly defeated by the last great National Champion this company will ever see in his penultimate match for NCW, this Sunday it's the end of the World as you have known it Kanyon, and I don't know about you sunshine...
But I feel fine.
That was five days ago, today, right now, she lay in my arms, cuddled up after our latest session of love-making, and even though I didn't need to, I still lay there stroking her hair in an action that had become customary to bring her down from her orgasmic heights as they triggered an episode. This habit was going to take a while to break, the very idea that it was all over was still too fresh for me to fully appreciate. She looked up at me with a smile.
Jake: So...this is a little weird, huh?
Kathy giggled, and it struck me that I had never heard her giggle after making love before. Part of me still expected to hear her purr, and then it registered that as she ran her hand down my chest, this time she hadn't drawn blood, this time there wasn't a scratch. This time she was softer, gentler in her approach, and as my mind flashed back, I recalled that this time the entire sexual act had been far less animalistic in nature and far more human. She craned her neck up to kiss me and as I savoured it I finally understood that this end was also our new beginning...and this time I would start as I meant to go on for the rest of my life...
Loving her forever.