Post by The Ace on Jun 25, 2011 7:47:46 GMT -6
Eight years ago, I dreamed of becoming a legend in this business...
Now I am one but not for the reasons I want to be...
*In a direct continuation of our last scene, we are once again serenaded by Static X and a training montage of The Ace benchpressing and doing push ups and sit ups in an intense work out regime that probably would make Jason Evans very proud...*
You know I've always made it a general policy of mine not to listen to anybody or what they think of how clinically I approach this business, normally I just go out there, step up infront of a camera and cut my promo my way - regardless of all the jokes, sometimes it worked, other times it didn't. If my approach of taking every word anyone ever said about me and playing around with it was really that bad, I would never have been World Champion in the first place, right?
I'm a natural trash talker who isn't half-bad in the ring either...and yes I know that's me blowing my own trumpet, but hell if I'm not going to blow my own trumpet, who will? Maybe Kat would but she doesn't really have the time has her own match to train for this week...shame.
You know what else is a shame? The fact that I've become such a running joke around this place that even in my absence and in matches that have absolutely nothing to do with me, my early promo style is still mocked, ridiculed and held up as a prime example of lameness by pretty much everybody who has faced me - to be honest, its gotten even older than I am, and whilst I expected such douchebaggery from Rob Diamond...because well he is Rob Diamond and that's what he does...that and have sex with goats...I never expected it from Falcon.
I honestly thought he was above the petty insults and the cheap jokes, someone with his success in the company shouldn't have to rely on dragging my name through the mud as the basis of an entire promo against somebody else, just because its the easiest way to slap together a promo that appeals to that infantile portion of the nCw audience who still find outdated Ace and Joe Everyman jokes funny. I guess it just goes to show, even someone with an exemplary in-ring record can't always come up with fresh new material. Something I was always heavily criticised for.
Still it brings that trademark smirk to my face that I came back to nCw just in time to see other people take up the parrot nickname from me and for the people they face to mock them for it. It seems as far as nCw goes, my early promo style will always be the stuff of legend around here, so maybe I should just embrace it for what it is, even if I have become a legend around here for all the wrong reasons. Something I feel that I am entirely undeserving of.
There is some amusement to be had from the fact that Falcon is essentially criticising a Parrot, but hell I'm just glad that for once that parrot isn't me. I can put those days behind me and move on, even if other people can't. People like Jayson Matthews - the company where our little run in started is dead and buried but apparently Jayson just can't let it go....and now I can't let it go either...
*Static X conclude their epic song and the montage ends giving way to a new scene with The Ace sat on the edge of a workbench in the gym with a white towel draped around his neck and a water bottle in his hand. He takes a hearty swig from the bottle before mopping his brow and turning to the camera with that patented grin that he's considering suing Rob Diamond for...*
You know what, Jayson? Some people just need to grow the hell up, especially you. Congratulations sunshine, you've kicked off the internet rumour mill about me with your childish antics, but more importantly than all that, you've just pissed me right off...and not for the first time, as you well know, and as you have the scars to prove it. See that's what happens when you go in way over your head and piss me off.
Back in that other place, you practically begged me to take you seriously Vanilla Ice, and when I didn't you cost me the third most important thing in my life - the World Championship. Yeah, that's right, unlike you and so many other people around here, I finally grew up and got my priorities straight. World titles are nice accolades but they'll never take priority over the really important things in my life anymore - my wife and kids.
Now don't get it twisted there, Eminem, I'm still obssessed with being the absolute best, it's just now I realise that before you can be the best wrestler in the world, you have to try and be the best husband and father in the world, because those are the real lifetime commitments. I'm not an idiot, I know that one day all this - the fame, the fortune and the fans will be gone, but my family will be forever. They're going to be there for me when all this is nothing more than a fond memory - and trust me one of my fondest memories will be the day I kicked your piddly ass all around the ring infront of my home crowd a real company like nCw, second only to the day I gave you that scar...
*The Ace laughs*
Let's be real here for a second shall we Jayson? We both know the real reason you're mad, its not because of that scar I gave you, no...you're mad because of what it represents. For you it represents failure, a constant and painful reminder that inspite of all your meteoric success in that other place, when it really came down to it you still failed. That scar Jayson is for life, a permanent reminder that no matter what you do in life, you'll always let somebody down.
In that other place you let yourself down, before that you let Mandi down by letting her get her heart tossed in a blender by a man like Steve Awesome, I know you're a mediocre wrestler and a terrible rap artist at best Matthews, but come on man, even you have to admit you must be a pretty crappy brother not to look out for your own sister and protect her from guys like Steve who are just a walking advertisement for contraception.
Instead of stepping up for her like a real brother would, you weaseled your way into the spotlight on the back of her relationship with Steve, you sucked up to him until somebody, anybody thought it might be fun to give you a wrestling contract, and because no record company would dare accept any of your demo tapes, you decided you'd parlay it all into a wrestling career.
You truly are a sad, strange little man, a pathetic weasel who somehow manages to snivel hiss way into everything he never deserved, you don't deserve to be in the ring with me, you never deserved that world title and you certainly don't deserve a sweet little thing like Mandi as your sister...
But don't worry Jayson, this Sunday, I'll make sure you get exactly what you deserve.
Now I am one but not for the reasons I want to be...
*In a direct continuation of our last scene, we are once again serenaded by Static X and a training montage of The Ace benchpressing and doing push ups and sit ups in an intense work out regime that probably would make Jason Evans very proud...*
Losing your mind
Losing your mind
It's bluring
It's fading
Your soul's on fire
It's black and white
Losing your mind
It's bluring
It's fading
Your soul's on fire
It's black and white
You know I've always made it a general policy of mine not to listen to anybody or what they think of how clinically I approach this business, normally I just go out there, step up infront of a camera and cut my promo my way - regardless of all the jokes, sometimes it worked, other times it didn't. If my approach of taking every word anyone ever said about me and playing around with it was really that bad, I would never have been World Champion in the first place, right?
I'm a natural trash talker who isn't half-bad in the ring either...and yes I know that's me blowing my own trumpet, but hell if I'm not going to blow my own trumpet, who will? Maybe Kat would but she doesn't really have the time has her own match to train for this week...shame.
You know what else is a shame? The fact that I've become such a running joke around this place that even in my absence and in matches that have absolutely nothing to do with me, my early promo style is still mocked, ridiculed and held up as a prime example of lameness by pretty much everybody who has faced me - to be honest, its gotten even older than I am, and whilst I expected such douchebaggery from Rob Diamond...because well he is Rob Diamond and that's what he does...that and have sex with goats...I never expected it from Falcon.
I honestly thought he was above the petty insults and the cheap jokes, someone with his success in the company shouldn't have to rely on dragging my name through the mud as the basis of an entire promo against somebody else, just because its the easiest way to slap together a promo that appeals to that infantile portion of the nCw audience who still find outdated Ace and Joe Everyman jokes funny. I guess it just goes to show, even someone with an exemplary in-ring record can't always come up with fresh new material. Something I was always heavily criticised for.
Blurring the light
Blurring the light
It's ours for the taking
Flickering colors
It's black and white
Blurring the light
It's ours for the taking
Flickering colors
It's black and white
Still it brings that trademark smirk to my face that I came back to nCw just in time to see other people take up the parrot nickname from me and for the people they face to mock them for it. It seems as far as nCw goes, my early promo style will always be the stuff of legend around here, so maybe I should just embrace it for what it is, even if I have become a legend around here for all the wrong reasons. Something I feel that I am entirely undeserving of.
There is some amusement to be had from the fact that Falcon is essentially criticising a Parrot, but hell I'm just glad that for once that parrot isn't me. I can put those days behind me and move on, even if other people can't. People like Jayson Matthews - the company where our little run in started is dead and buried but apparently Jayson just can't let it go....and now I can't let it go either...
*Static X conclude their epic song and the montage ends giving way to a new scene with The Ace sat on the edge of a workbench in the gym with a white towel draped around his neck and a water bottle in his hand. He takes a hearty swig from the bottle before mopping his brow and turning to the camera with that patented grin that he's considering suing Rob Diamond for...*
You know what, Jayson? Some people just need to grow the hell up, especially you. Congratulations sunshine, you've kicked off the internet rumour mill about me with your childish antics, but more importantly than all that, you've just pissed me right off...and not for the first time, as you well know, and as you have the scars to prove it. See that's what happens when you go in way over your head and piss me off.
Back in that other place, you practically begged me to take you seriously Vanilla Ice, and when I didn't you cost me the third most important thing in my life - the World Championship. Yeah, that's right, unlike you and so many other people around here, I finally grew up and got my priorities straight. World titles are nice accolades but they'll never take priority over the really important things in my life anymore - my wife and kids.
Now don't get it twisted there, Eminem, I'm still obssessed with being the absolute best, it's just now I realise that before you can be the best wrestler in the world, you have to try and be the best husband and father in the world, because those are the real lifetime commitments. I'm not an idiot, I know that one day all this - the fame, the fortune and the fans will be gone, but my family will be forever. They're going to be there for me when all this is nothing more than a fond memory - and trust me one of my fondest memories will be the day I kicked your piddly ass all around the ring infront of my home crowd a real company like nCw, second only to the day I gave you that scar...
*The Ace laughs*
Let's be real here for a second shall we Jayson? We both know the real reason you're mad, its not because of that scar I gave you, no...you're mad because of what it represents. For you it represents failure, a constant and painful reminder that inspite of all your meteoric success in that other place, when it really came down to it you still failed. That scar Jayson is for life, a permanent reminder that no matter what you do in life, you'll always let somebody down.
In that other place you let yourself down, before that you let Mandi down by letting her get her heart tossed in a blender by a man like Steve Awesome, I know you're a mediocre wrestler and a terrible rap artist at best Matthews, but come on man, even you have to admit you must be a pretty crappy brother not to look out for your own sister and protect her from guys like Steve who are just a walking advertisement for contraception.
Instead of stepping up for her like a real brother would, you weaseled your way into the spotlight on the back of her relationship with Steve, you sucked up to him until somebody, anybody thought it might be fun to give you a wrestling contract, and because no record company would dare accept any of your demo tapes, you decided you'd parlay it all into a wrestling career.
You truly are a sad, strange little man, a pathetic weasel who somehow manages to snivel hiss way into everything he never deserved, you don't deserve to be in the ring with me, you never deserved that world title and you certainly don't deserve a sweet little thing like Mandi as your sister...
But don't worry Jayson, this Sunday, I'll make sure you get exactly what you deserve.