Post by The Ace on Mar 22, 2010 11:11:23 GMT -6
*The scene opens in The Ace's hotel room where The Ace is sat on the bed utterly despondant, the losing streak continues and the former National Champion is teetering on the edge of obscurity again...*
Ah...all the old familar places...
*Even his wife knew better than try to talk to him right now. If there's one thing The Ace hated more than being disrespected, it was losing. He kept on coming, but in recent weeks his drive had failed and doubts began to set in. Maybe he was passed his prime. Maybe he should walk away before he became as stale as Lance Ryan did or as laughable as Joe Everyman....*
It's not a confidence problem. It never has been. I have that in spades. Infact its the only thing I possess that will never fail me. Perhaps then, it is a basic ability problem. Perhaps I can no longer do this as well as I used to - which okay, wasn't all that great either, but it was better than this. Anything was better than this...
*The Ace regards the camera with a sigh, but doesn't say anything yet...*
Another week behind me and another loss in my hat. People would probably expect me to talk a load of crap that even I don't believe anymore. There's no possible way I can talk about this losing streak as if it was something positive - and usually I'm so good at turning things around. What could I possibly say?
Doc. Harry. Paul. Xavier. All have proven to be not only the future of this company by going through me in recent weeks. I'm infamous for losing my edge and for breaking down as the losses mount against me.
My legend is dead.
Hollowed Be My Name...
*The Ace finally opens his mouth to speak...*
Seph, greetings. I'm going to be brutally honest. I know nothing about you, you just never caught my interest as a character, and that's all you are - a character living in a make believe world and rather than try and find you some help for your vampyric delusions, Leonard Fox would rather make money off them. The man who founded this company on the principles of realism finally sold out, finally gave in, and finally surrendered to popular culture. I knew this company was going downhill but I never realised quite how much until piddly asses like you and Cleopatra showed up. A dead Queen and a Vampire who are so much in each other's pants that somehow the special effects team get paid to orchaestrate your appearances, disappearances and exchanges of cattle hearts...
I'm sorry but where I'm from we call that Biology class. Not sports entertainment.
This isn't a Hollywood blockbuster or a gothic novel. You two don't belong in my world, you only belong in the recesses of a mind that has the inspiration to write a novel but neither the drive or the commitment to follow through. You don't belong here. In this reality...
Du Lac Realism.
Hate me for what I say nCw, condemn me to loss after loss because I have the balls to actually say what's on my mind and not worry about the consequences. Feed me to this 'vampire' on Wired on Sunday, I don't care...
*Note the quotation marks*
The fact is I'm hated because I don't play the game the way you want me to, and as a consequence I'm being booked against nobodies in 'Main Events'...
*More quotation marks*
...just to keep my ego happy. Do you think I don't see through your painted veil of lies Chris, the very fact that this is a main event at all is a colossal slap to my face and everything I've worked so hard for over the past three years. I'm not an enhancement talent, it is not my job to lay down for them...
I'm a former World Heavyweight Champion damn it!
I deserve better than some lousy B-movie reject that doesn't get that the whole vampire in wrestling thing has been done and was dusted about a dozen years ago....
Gangrel anyone?
Perhaps you hate me because I just can't be bothered to cook up some complicated story arc anymore that will be resolved in the course of three promos, but honestly you nCw don't deserve that kind of dedication from me - not anymore. Not since you started booking me against jokers just to make more money as it happily coincides with the DVD release of New Moon over in England...
nCw Corporate are the real bloodsuckers here.
For three years, you've drained me.
For three years you've tried to tell me this is the Twilight of my career.
And for three years, I've never believed it because I'm not a thirteen year old girl who gets all emo at the thought of ****ing a vampire boyfriend.
Its sad that as a family company you would rather milk the latest preteen craze and hire some douchebag to play a vampire they can dream about rather than try and help them distinguish between reality and their imagination. I'm going to do the youth of the world a service this Sunday by beating Du Lac and sure they'll hate me now, but eventually I'll be thanked and honoured as the only man brave enough to cure them of their delusions...
Because let's face it, if I can't beat a byproduct of your diseased imagination nCw, I no longer deserve my place in the reality of this company because for you the real world is nothing but a place skewered by greed and coloured by money...
Ah...all the old familar places...
*Even his wife knew better than try to talk to him right now. If there's one thing The Ace hated more than being disrespected, it was losing. He kept on coming, but in recent weeks his drive had failed and doubts began to set in. Maybe he was passed his prime. Maybe he should walk away before he became as stale as Lance Ryan did or as laughable as Joe Everyman....*
It's not a confidence problem. It never has been. I have that in spades. Infact its the only thing I possess that will never fail me. Perhaps then, it is a basic ability problem. Perhaps I can no longer do this as well as I used to - which okay, wasn't all that great either, but it was better than this. Anything was better than this...
*The Ace regards the camera with a sigh, but doesn't say anything yet...*
Another week behind me and another loss in my hat. People would probably expect me to talk a load of crap that even I don't believe anymore. There's no possible way I can talk about this losing streak as if it was something positive - and usually I'm so good at turning things around. What could I possibly say?
Doc. Harry. Paul. Xavier. All have proven to be not only the future of this company by going through me in recent weeks. I'm infamous for losing my edge and for breaking down as the losses mount against me.
My legend is dead.
Hollowed Be My Name...
*The Ace finally opens his mouth to speak...*
Seph, greetings. I'm going to be brutally honest. I know nothing about you, you just never caught my interest as a character, and that's all you are - a character living in a make believe world and rather than try and find you some help for your vampyric delusions, Leonard Fox would rather make money off them. The man who founded this company on the principles of realism finally sold out, finally gave in, and finally surrendered to popular culture. I knew this company was going downhill but I never realised quite how much until piddly asses like you and Cleopatra showed up. A dead Queen and a Vampire who are so much in each other's pants that somehow the special effects team get paid to orchaestrate your appearances, disappearances and exchanges of cattle hearts...
I'm sorry but where I'm from we call that Biology class. Not sports entertainment.
This isn't a Hollywood blockbuster or a gothic novel. You two don't belong in my world, you only belong in the recesses of a mind that has the inspiration to write a novel but neither the drive or the commitment to follow through. You don't belong here. In this reality...
Du Lac Realism.
Hate me for what I say nCw, condemn me to loss after loss because I have the balls to actually say what's on my mind and not worry about the consequences. Feed me to this 'vampire' on Wired on Sunday, I don't care...
*Note the quotation marks*
The fact is I'm hated because I don't play the game the way you want me to, and as a consequence I'm being booked against nobodies in 'Main Events'...
*More quotation marks*
...just to keep my ego happy. Do you think I don't see through your painted veil of lies Chris, the very fact that this is a main event at all is a colossal slap to my face and everything I've worked so hard for over the past three years. I'm not an enhancement talent, it is not my job to lay down for them...
I'm a former World Heavyweight Champion damn it!
I deserve better than some lousy B-movie reject that doesn't get that the whole vampire in wrestling thing has been done and was dusted about a dozen years ago....
Gangrel anyone?
Perhaps you hate me because I just can't be bothered to cook up some complicated story arc anymore that will be resolved in the course of three promos, but honestly you nCw don't deserve that kind of dedication from me - not anymore. Not since you started booking me against jokers just to make more money as it happily coincides with the DVD release of New Moon over in England...
nCw Corporate are the real bloodsuckers here.
For three years, you've drained me.
For three years you've tried to tell me this is the Twilight of my career.
And for three years, I've never believed it because I'm not a thirteen year old girl who gets all emo at the thought of ****ing a vampire boyfriend.
Its sad that as a family company you would rather milk the latest preteen craze and hire some douchebag to play a vampire they can dream about rather than try and help them distinguish between reality and their imagination. I'm going to do the youth of the world a service this Sunday by beating Du Lac and sure they'll hate me now, but eventually I'll be thanked and honoured as the only man brave enough to cure them of their delusions...
Because let's face it, if I can't beat a byproduct of your diseased imagination nCw, I no longer deserve my place in the reality of this company because for you the real world is nothing but a place skewered by greed and coloured by money...