Post by The Ace on Sept 23, 2011 9:52:13 GMT -6
*The scene opens in a small white room, with a small white table in the middle of it, the walls are blank, some would say boring, and there is nothing of any particular interest or entertaining in the room, except maybe the man sat on the white chair at the table.
On the table, in the centre is a deck of cards face down,the blue patterned backs of the deck add little colour and interest to the sterile feeling of the room, and the former nCw World Champion, The Ace, leans back in his chair and regards the camera with a simple smile, and it is now we can fully appreciate the simple, plain, boring brilliance of his T-Shirt which read in its boring black, simple font:
You know, for the past couple of weeks I've been trying to tell the man across the ring from me, my opponent to listen, and for the past two weeks, istead of actually listening to what I actually said, the men across the ring from me, my opponents have each decided to go off on some wild tangent about whatever they thought I said. Seth Evans thinks I'm a joke, Jonas Potter thinks I'm old and Venom...Venom thinks I'm boring. So boring in fact that he probably isn't watching this promo right now. Does that bother me?
*The Ace shakes his head*
Not really, see what Venom needs to realise is that this isn't 2005 anymore, those kinds of 'jokes'...
*The Ace does finger quotes*
..don't bother me anymore. It seems that when my opponents have nothing to say to me or about me, they default to either "Ace, your promos send me to sleep," or "Ace, you are such a parrot," and these days I let these 'jokes'...
*Return of the finger quotes*
...slide off me like water off a duck's back. It seems that the more successful you become in this business, the more likely you are to have a default 'joke'...
*Finger quotes again*
...attached to your name, a stigma most likely associated with your name out of jealousy or resentment of your successes by your less successful and frustrated peers. For Steve, its STD jokes, for Falcon, it's emo jokes, for Rob Diamond its goat sex jokes, for Spike Kane, its being overrated and for me its being boring. Well gee, I guess compared to all of those guys, my friends, I get off pretty lightly. The point is for all the bog standard jokes we each get in this business, nobody can argue that we are some of the most successful men in this business. I know that eats away at you V, my successes are a stab to your ego and your 'legend'...
*More finger quotes*
...because in your mind I'm still that mediocre skirt chasing rookie you buried in two minutes in that other company. I know it irks you, in the same way that it irked so many of your associates from that other company, it bothers you that someone like me, someone you saw as some talentless generic jobber can come here, to the greatest wrestling company in the world, and become such a huge name. A triple crown Champion, a Riot record holder, Road To The Gold Champion, a man who has competed in every major match type in this company and a man who is undefeated in the Dragon's Den and my name stamped forever across the record books for almost every title in this company. In this company, the coin has flipped, V...
Here, I'm the one who has all the successes you can only dream of.
Just like in that other place, you were the one with all the successes I could only dream of. Whatever happens this Sunday V, you know you'll never be able to take that away from me, hell I'll go out on a limb here and say you probably wont even come close to my level of success, you'll just play the Young Guns card for a while, maybe rattle off your quest to become World Champion and then when you get fed up of being knocked back down the line by people you have always regarded inferior to you, people like me, you'll go the way of your other friends like Doc and fade away, or else be like Alex Jones and just stick around in the background whining because you haven't managed to win the big one here and probably never will, not because you necessarily lack the ability, but because your incredible ego just makes people flat out not care about you, including management.
Make all the jokes you want to V, call me boring all you wan't, don't listen to a single word I say, none of that will get you the push you feel you deserve in this company. If you want to be the 'next big thing' around here, it's real simple. There are only two things you need to do:
*The Ace raises a finger*
Number one, bust your ass day in and day out...
*A second finger goes up, rather poetically making a V*
...and number two, learn to listen.
*The Ace then splits the deck infront of him into two and starts shuffling them as he speaks...*
In some ways, I can understand why you wouldn't want to listen to me V, in the grander scheme of things what we say in these promos to hype matches really doesn't matter, only what happens in that ring matters...the one...two...three...that's all you really care about this Sunday isn't it? You think you can just half ass the obligatory hyping of this match for the fans and that it won't matter as long as you win, and maybe your right...maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe everything I'm saying right now is just white noise to you, and its for that reason that I feel I don't need to entertain you V, I don't care if you're entertained by anything I say or do. It isn't my job to entertain you...
But it is my job to entertain them.
The fans of nCw.
*The Ace gathers the cards together, and motions for somebody off camera to step forward, and we soon see The Ace's four year old daughter Solitaire wander timidly into shot, the front of her pretty little pink dress pulled up to her mouth out of nervousness as she manages a smile at her father...*
Now, with all that in mind, I'd like to introduce you all to my biggest fan in the World and my beautiful assistant, my daughter Solitaire, and she's going to help me entertain the rest of you - my fans.
*The Ace picks up the cards and presents them to his daughter*
How about a magic trick?
*Solitaire nods*
Pick a card....any card...
*Solitaire does so*
Don't show me, but show the camera, sweetie.
*The camera focuses on the cute little blonde girl as she rather nervously presents the camera with her chosen card - the five of clubs...*
Very good, now put it back in here...
*Solitaire places her card back in the middle of the deck. The Ace then picks up his daughter and sits her in his lap before continuing to shuffle the deck before him...*
I bet you know what happens next V, right? Because I'm that boring...because I'm just that predictable, right? The Blonde Stallion is nothing but a cheap one trick pony, right? I'm going to shuffle the cards and attempt to find my daughter's card now, that's what you think, right? Just like you think I asked for this match because I want some sort of revenge for the way you humilated me at some other time, in some other place...even though I said nothing of the sort...of course, you'd know that if you actually did the one thing people refuse to do these days...
Listen to me.
I asked for this match not out of some wounded sense of pride or some lingering sense of revenge, I asked for this match simply because I wanted to break you out of your shell, I wanted to see first hand if there was anything more to Venom than simply being a Young Gun - to see if you could survive on your own, to see if you really have what it takes to reach the top on your own....
*The Ace presents his daughter with the seven of hearts*
This your card?
*Solitaire shakes her head*
No...how about this?
*Four of spades, again Solitaire shakes her head*
No...this one?
*Eight of diamonds, another head shake*
Gee...I'm not very good at this am I?
*Solitaire giggles*
The moral of the story here Venom is that if you're going to try and play the cards you're dealt, you better know all the tricks in the book, otherwise you're just going to end up disappointing your fans and ultimately getting lost in the shuffle, just like you are now...
On the table, in the centre is a deck of cards face down,the blue patterned backs of the deck add little colour and interest to the sterile feeling of the room, and the former nCw World Champion, The Ace, leans back in his chair and regards the camera with a simple smile, and it is now we can fully appreciate the simple, plain, boring brilliance of his T-Shirt which read in its boring black, simple font:
MARK EVIL FOR HALL OF FAME
You know, for the past couple of weeks I've been trying to tell the man across the ring from me, my opponent to listen, and for the past two weeks, istead of actually listening to what I actually said, the men across the ring from me, my opponents have each decided to go off on some wild tangent about whatever they thought I said. Seth Evans thinks I'm a joke, Jonas Potter thinks I'm old and Venom...Venom thinks I'm boring. So boring in fact that he probably isn't watching this promo right now. Does that bother me?
*The Ace shakes his head*
Not really, see what Venom needs to realise is that this isn't 2005 anymore, those kinds of 'jokes'...
*The Ace does finger quotes*
..don't bother me anymore. It seems that when my opponents have nothing to say to me or about me, they default to either "Ace, your promos send me to sleep," or "Ace, you are such a parrot," and these days I let these 'jokes'...
*Return of the finger quotes*
...slide off me like water off a duck's back. It seems that the more successful you become in this business, the more likely you are to have a default 'joke'...
*Finger quotes again*
...attached to your name, a stigma most likely associated with your name out of jealousy or resentment of your successes by your less successful and frustrated peers. For Steve, its STD jokes, for Falcon, it's emo jokes, for Rob Diamond its goat sex jokes, for Spike Kane, its being overrated and for me its being boring. Well gee, I guess compared to all of those guys, my friends, I get off pretty lightly. The point is for all the bog standard jokes we each get in this business, nobody can argue that we are some of the most successful men in this business. I know that eats away at you V, my successes are a stab to your ego and your 'legend'...
*More finger quotes*
...because in your mind I'm still that mediocre skirt chasing rookie you buried in two minutes in that other company. I know it irks you, in the same way that it irked so many of your associates from that other company, it bothers you that someone like me, someone you saw as some talentless generic jobber can come here, to the greatest wrestling company in the world, and become such a huge name. A triple crown Champion, a Riot record holder, Road To The Gold Champion, a man who has competed in every major match type in this company and a man who is undefeated in the Dragon's Den and my name stamped forever across the record books for almost every title in this company. In this company, the coin has flipped, V...
Here, I'm the one who has all the successes you can only dream of.
Just like in that other place, you were the one with all the successes I could only dream of. Whatever happens this Sunday V, you know you'll never be able to take that away from me, hell I'll go out on a limb here and say you probably wont even come close to my level of success, you'll just play the Young Guns card for a while, maybe rattle off your quest to become World Champion and then when you get fed up of being knocked back down the line by people you have always regarded inferior to you, people like me, you'll go the way of your other friends like Doc and fade away, or else be like Alex Jones and just stick around in the background whining because you haven't managed to win the big one here and probably never will, not because you necessarily lack the ability, but because your incredible ego just makes people flat out not care about you, including management.
Make all the jokes you want to V, call me boring all you wan't, don't listen to a single word I say, none of that will get you the push you feel you deserve in this company. If you want to be the 'next big thing' around here, it's real simple. There are only two things you need to do:
*The Ace raises a finger*
Number one, bust your ass day in and day out...
*A second finger goes up, rather poetically making a V*
...and number two, learn to listen.
*The Ace then splits the deck infront of him into two and starts shuffling them as he speaks...*
In some ways, I can understand why you wouldn't want to listen to me V, in the grander scheme of things what we say in these promos to hype matches really doesn't matter, only what happens in that ring matters...the one...two...three...that's all you really care about this Sunday isn't it? You think you can just half ass the obligatory hyping of this match for the fans and that it won't matter as long as you win, and maybe your right...maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe everything I'm saying right now is just white noise to you, and its for that reason that I feel I don't need to entertain you V, I don't care if you're entertained by anything I say or do. It isn't my job to entertain you...
But it is my job to entertain them.
The fans of nCw.
*The Ace gathers the cards together, and motions for somebody off camera to step forward, and we soon see The Ace's four year old daughter Solitaire wander timidly into shot, the front of her pretty little pink dress pulled up to her mouth out of nervousness as she manages a smile at her father...*
Now, with all that in mind, I'd like to introduce you all to my biggest fan in the World and my beautiful assistant, my daughter Solitaire, and she's going to help me entertain the rest of you - my fans.
*The Ace picks up the cards and presents them to his daughter*
How about a magic trick?
*Solitaire nods*
Pick a card....any card...
*Solitaire does so*
Don't show me, but show the camera, sweetie.
*The camera focuses on the cute little blonde girl as she rather nervously presents the camera with her chosen card - the five of clubs...*
Very good, now put it back in here...
*Solitaire places her card back in the middle of the deck. The Ace then picks up his daughter and sits her in his lap before continuing to shuffle the deck before him...*
I bet you know what happens next V, right? Because I'm that boring...because I'm just that predictable, right? The Blonde Stallion is nothing but a cheap one trick pony, right? I'm going to shuffle the cards and attempt to find my daughter's card now, that's what you think, right? Just like you think I asked for this match because I want some sort of revenge for the way you humilated me at some other time, in some other place...even though I said nothing of the sort...of course, you'd know that if you actually did the one thing people refuse to do these days...
Listen to me.
I asked for this match not out of some wounded sense of pride or some lingering sense of revenge, I asked for this match simply because I wanted to break you out of your shell, I wanted to see first hand if there was anything more to Venom than simply being a Young Gun - to see if you could survive on your own, to see if you really have what it takes to reach the top on your own....
*The Ace presents his daughter with the seven of hearts*
This your card?
*Solitaire shakes her head*
No...how about this?
*Four of spades, again Solitaire shakes her head*
No...this one?
*Eight of diamonds, another head shake*
Gee...I'm not very good at this am I?
*Solitaire giggles*
The moral of the story here Venom is that if you're going to try and play the cards you're dealt, you better know all the tricks in the book, otherwise you're just going to end up disappointing your fans and ultimately getting lost in the shuffle, just like you are now...