Post by The Ace on Jun 25, 2011 12:42:11 GMT -6
*The scene opens with The Ace sat in his hotel room, on the bed with the retracted steel roulette rake laying across his lap. On the handle we can see the engraving:
Love Forever And Always
Kat
*The Ace smiles to himself as if he never got tired of reading that inscription, before sighing and looking up at the camera...*
You know Jayson, with all these people in nCw suddenly paying 'tribute' to me, and mine being the only name on everybody's lips lately, it would be all too easy for me to get caught up in the hysteria of it all and give one of those world famous all encompassing long-winded tirades against Rob Diamond, Falcon, Doc and anybody else who has been using my name lately to hype up their own matches, however irrelevant that strategy might be. After all what we say out here to the cameras doesn't really matter does it? All that matters is what happens this Sunday in that ring, right?
I know you're looking to humiliate me, most of my opponents always are, they get a kick out of recycling the same old jokes about me over and over and over, but being the classy gentleman I am I've learned to rise above it, to not react to it, and just carry on regardless, doing what I do best - and that is...
Putting people in their place.
I won't lie to you Jayson, there was a brief time when I thought about making this all about a response to Falcon and Doc and their little pissing contest over who can use my name as an insult in the best way - Falcon is winning by the way, that shouldn't really surprise anyone here, should it? Hell I even had a nice little 'Falcon Punch' gag worked out with my wife, but at the last minute I decided it just wasn't worth it, besides I respect Falcon too much to shamelessly rip him off - or is it that I don't respect you enough Jayson to waste that kind of comedy gold on you? I don't know...
*The Ace shrugs*
More to the point, I don't care, it's all a bit meh. Besides if I made this all about Falcon, I'd have you chewing my ass out with yet another God awful, poorly constructed rap about how I'm not showing you enough respect or even taking you seriously as an opponent...
*The Ace jerks his thumbs up towards either side of his serious face*
Observe the downturned angle of my mouth right now, if that's not proof enough that I'm taking you absolutely, positvely, seriously this time around, I don't know what is. This time I've even foregone the five dollar bargain bin baggy t-shirt and baseball cap and the rent-a-rapper fake gold chains. No, there is strictly no Ol' Kurrency Conway here...which is a shame because its probably one of the best things that company ever broadcast...
*The Ace smirks*
Instead, you get Conway Classic, the smirking, piddly ass whooping, receeding hairlined version only with one hundred percent less parrotting action - sure you can argue that that's only because you have yet to give me something to parrot back at you, but at this point that's really neither here nor there.
I guess it must be somewhat daunting for you Matthews, for you to be in this position all over again, with everybody mentioning my name instead of yours, with me being the favourite to win and not you - just like it was when I became World Champion over there...you pulled one over on me that time thanks to a General Manager so incompetent he would not even reveal his identity for fear opf the backlash it would have caused when I called him out on all his bull****....
*The Ace shakes his head*
Unfortunately for you Jayson, you get no such luck here in nCw, because their General Manager is far from incompetent, in fact he is a certified legend in his own right and this past week not only did Angel make a damn good decision, but he also signed you up for a lifetime of plastic surgery and intense therapy, because when I beat you down in the middle of my ring on Sunday, reach up and grab this little puppy from the pole...
*The Ace holds up the rake in one hand*
Suddenly all bets are final, its use becomes legal in the match and there is nothing anybody can do to prevent me from scarring you for life permanently in just about every conceivable way a human being can scar another human being. I know my fans, they enjoy the utter carnage, destruction and blood I shed from my opposition any time the mood strikes me, I know they'll be cheering because it appeals to their most basic, primitive and primal instinct...
Bloodlust.
But Jayson, you should know that as much as it excites each and every one of them, it excites me that much more. It thrills me to see a man broken and bleeding by my hand - so much so that often times I have to go immediately to the back, find my wife and make mad, passionate, animalistic, dirty, filthy, orgasmic love to her right there and then on the spot. It rejuvenates me...in fact you could say...
*The Ace lets out a groan of pure pleasure, as if the thought alone of unbridled violence against his fellow man and wild, uninhibited sex with his wife was enough to set the blood coursing through his veins...*
It makes me feel....Reborn.
*The Ace lets out a dark laughter, peppered with sadism*
Make no mistake Jayson, that's what we did all night long after I beat you down and left you lying in a pool of your own blood...Kathy and I had incredible sex, right there in our locker-room backstage, think of it almost as a much more invigorating equivalent to dancing on your grave. Why am I bothering to tell you any of this? Why am I telling you that breaking you in half again would turn me on? Simple...I'm telling you this so you won't feel so bad when you realise you're not the only one who is going to get f**cked over this Sunday Night by my long, hard, smooth weapon...
*The Ace laughs, almost hysterically as we are given a terrifying glimpse into what truly drives this man to break people with his signature weapon of choice....*
Love Forever And Always
Kat
*The Ace smiles to himself as if he never got tired of reading that inscription, before sighing and looking up at the camera...*
You know Jayson, with all these people in nCw suddenly paying 'tribute' to me, and mine being the only name on everybody's lips lately, it would be all too easy for me to get caught up in the hysteria of it all and give one of those world famous all encompassing long-winded tirades against Rob Diamond, Falcon, Doc and anybody else who has been using my name lately to hype up their own matches, however irrelevant that strategy might be. After all what we say out here to the cameras doesn't really matter does it? All that matters is what happens this Sunday in that ring, right?
I know you're looking to humiliate me, most of my opponents always are, they get a kick out of recycling the same old jokes about me over and over and over, but being the classy gentleman I am I've learned to rise above it, to not react to it, and just carry on regardless, doing what I do best - and that is...
Putting people in their place.
I won't lie to you Jayson, there was a brief time when I thought about making this all about a response to Falcon and Doc and their little pissing contest over who can use my name as an insult in the best way - Falcon is winning by the way, that shouldn't really surprise anyone here, should it? Hell I even had a nice little 'Falcon Punch' gag worked out with my wife, but at the last minute I decided it just wasn't worth it, besides I respect Falcon too much to shamelessly rip him off - or is it that I don't respect you enough Jayson to waste that kind of comedy gold on you? I don't know...
*The Ace shrugs*
More to the point, I don't care, it's all a bit meh. Besides if I made this all about Falcon, I'd have you chewing my ass out with yet another God awful, poorly constructed rap about how I'm not showing you enough respect or even taking you seriously as an opponent...
*The Ace jerks his thumbs up towards either side of his serious face*
Observe the downturned angle of my mouth right now, if that's not proof enough that I'm taking you absolutely, positvely, seriously this time around, I don't know what is. This time I've even foregone the five dollar bargain bin baggy t-shirt and baseball cap and the rent-a-rapper fake gold chains. No, there is strictly no Ol' Kurrency Conway here...which is a shame because its probably one of the best things that company ever broadcast...
*The Ace smirks*
Instead, you get Conway Classic, the smirking, piddly ass whooping, receeding hairlined version only with one hundred percent less parrotting action - sure you can argue that that's only because you have yet to give me something to parrot back at you, but at this point that's really neither here nor there.
I guess it must be somewhat daunting for you Matthews, for you to be in this position all over again, with everybody mentioning my name instead of yours, with me being the favourite to win and not you - just like it was when I became World Champion over there...you pulled one over on me that time thanks to a General Manager so incompetent he would not even reveal his identity for fear opf the backlash it would have caused when I called him out on all his bull****....
*The Ace shakes his head*
Unfortunately for you Jayson, you get no such luck here in nCw, because their General Manager is far from incompetent, in fact he is a certified legend in his own right and this past week not only did Angel make a damn good decision, but he also signed you up for a lifetime of plastic surgery and intense therapy, because when I beat you down in the middle of my ring on Sunday, reach up and grab this little puppy from the pole...
*The Ace holds up the rake in one hand*
Suddenly all bets are final, its use becomes legal in the match and there is nothing anybody can do to prevent me from scarring you for life permanently in just about every conceivable way a human being can scar another human being. I know my fans, they enjoy the utter carnage, destruction and blood I shed from my opposition any time the mood strikes me, I know they'll be cheering because it appeals to their most basic, primitive and primal instinct...
Bloodlust.
But Jayson, you should know that as much as it excites each and every one of them, it excites me that much more. It thrills me to see a man broken and bleeding by my hand - so much so that often times I have to go immediately to the back, find my wife and make mad, passionate, animalistic, dirty, filthy, orgasmic love to her right there and then on the spot. It rejuvenates me...in fact you could say...
*The Ace lets out a groan of pure pleasure, as if the thought alone of unbridled violence against his fellow man and wild, uninhibited sex with his wife was enough to set the blood coursing through his veins...*
It makes me feel....Reborn.
*The Ace lets out a dark laughter, peppered with sadism*
Make no mistake Jayson, that's what we did all night long after I beat you down and left you lying in a pool of your own blood...Kathy and I had incredible sex, right there in our locker-room backstage, think of it almost as a much more invigorating equivalent to dancing on your grave. Why am I bothering to tell you any of this? Why am I telling you that breaking you in half again would turn me on? Simple...I'm telling you this so you won't feel so bad when you realise you're not the only one who is going to get f**cked over this Sunday Night by my long, hard, smooth weapon...
*The Ace laughs, almost hysterically as we are given a terrifying glimpse into what truly drives this man to break people with his signature weapon of choice....*