Post by The Ace on Oct 25, 2011 22:20:05 GMT -6
Sunday Night Collision
23/10/11
23/10/11
The Ace is taping up his wrists in preparation for his clash with the young fan favourite Nathan Webb, when there is a knock on his locker-room door.
The Ace: Come in...
In walked Mercedes Vargas and The Ace seemed surprised, yet pleased to see her.
The Ace: Oh hey Mercy, Kat isn't hear at the moment...
Mercy smiled and approached the former World Champion slowly, in such a way that even he couldn't ignore the deliberate sway of her hips.
Mercedes: Oh...well, that doesn't matter then. Besides who said I'm here to see her?
Mercedes smiled, and the two locked eyes for just a second longer than they probably should have.
Mercedes: I just came here to wish you good luck for your match tonight...
The Ace stops taping his wrists and returned her smile, she stepped closer to him and pecked him on the cheek which seemed to catch him a little off guard.
Mercy? What the hell are you doing here?
Mercedes span around to see her tag team partner and flashed an innocent smile, obviously the peck meant notthing to her - almost as if it was between brother and sister - at least that's how Jake Conway saw it.
Mercedes: Kathy? How are you? Hope the kids are okay... I just stopped by to wish Jake luck in his match here tonight...
Kathy looked unconvinced.
Kathy: He's not deaf, I'm sure he could have heard you wish him good luck without getting that close to his ear...
Mercedes just smiled.
Mercedes: Chill out sis...nobody here is trying to steal your man...
With that Mercy left, she looked over her shoulder at The Ace before she left and winked at him, whilst he unashamedly glanced at her curves as she left. In that sexy little number she was wearing, the curves revealed themselves freely, teasing the eye and firing up his blood more than they should have. He wondered if Mercedes knew the effect of her outfit.
Kathy: She was just wishing you good luck, huh?
The Ace: Uhhh...yeah, she just came by to wish me luck...
Kathy: That all?
The Ace: Yeah, that's all, Kat...
Kathy: It better be...
The Ace: Relax honey, I know she's like a sister to you...
Kathy: Yeah, and I know what you like to do to my sisters...now come here you, and allow me to wish you luck aswell...
Kathy stepped closer to her husband with a smile of her own, and she rested her hand on his bare chest and pulled him down for a passionate kiss, As her tongue played with his, The Ace felt her spark the fire of life within his heart as only she could.
After several moments in his wife's embrace, The Ace broke the kiss and headed out the door.
Kathy: Good luck darling....
The Ace looked at his wife with a confident smirk.
The Ace: Thanks babe, but I'm really not the one who needs it...
As The Ace headed out of his locker-room, he caught Leonard Fox heading the opposite way.
Leonard Fox: Good luck out there tonight Jake, you're facing one of our brightest young stars tonight, but if you show me you deserve it, if you can go out there and make an impact tonight, I'll have no problem giving you what you want at Road To The Gold...a one on one match with Roberto Verona for the nCw National Championship...
The Ace simply smirks at his boss.
The Ace: Make an impact? You can bet on it!
*The scene opens with The Ace sat backwards casually on a steel chair, wearing Roberto's latest 'Viva La Revolution' fist logo T-Shirt, with the 'R' crossed out with a simple marker pen so it actually reads:
VIVA LA EVOLUTION
The Ace leans forward and addresses the camera in an eerily calm manner, much calmer than one would expect for a man who may have just prematurely ended the career of one of the next generation of nCw's stars...*
Since I never got to say it last week, I just want to say thank you Roberto, but you know you really don't have to congratulate me, I only did what comes naturally to me two weeks ago on Trauma, if you had done a little more homework on me as your partner you would have seen it coming - but then again, it really isn't that hard to pull the wool over the eyes of a sheep now is it? Andmake no mistake Verona, thast's all you are - yet another sheep in this company, pointlessly bleating about some 'revolution' nobody cares about and one that will never come.
You know what irks me about you even more than all the revolution talk you spout each and every week, Roberto? It's your laughably feeble attempts to intimidate me with promises of retribution. Two weeks ago, before our mismatched tag team match, you promised me a unique brand of vigilante justice...
How'd that work out for you, hey 'Berto?
*The Ace chuckles*
Yeah, not too well from what I figure. See, where you made your first mistake, just like your dear old retired friend Venom last month did, is you underestimated me. You assumed you knew all about me, you figured that 'The Ace' was little more than a gimmick, rather than what it actually is - a way of life. All this, everything I do, will ever do and have ever done, both inside that ring and out is not simply a job for me. That's right kid, unlike so many of you so called stars of tomorrow I'm not simply a jobber with a cheap gimmick and minimal ability.
I am a legitimate megastar in this business, a veteran with very few equals. That worthless sack of crap Venom may have been good enough to take you under his wing and mentor and coddle you as you waltzed through the doors of nCw from the obscurity of the outside world, when I started in this business over eight years ago, I had nobody reach out to me, nobody took me under their wing and carried me in a long dead stable ehich had its roots in another company that nobody even cares about anymore and Leonard only cobbled together to milk a few more dollars out of before it inevitably imploded in on itself.
Leonard made a smart business decision, that's all the nCw version of the Young Guns ever were, they weren't revolutionary, it was all a rehash of a tired old concept that Venom just couldn't let go of and had already had its time years earlier...and yet you play that Young Guns card every time you feel you need to sound worth a damn, when the reality is - Young Gun or not - nobody has or will ever give a damn about you or Venom here in nCw - here in my company.
And that right there is the core of why V's little quest to return to this company as some grand all conquering hero, looking to write the final chapter of his career with the nCw World Championship failed. Venom tried to make you a star, not for your own benefit, but because he wanted to forge a legacy. He wanted to rival the legacies of men like Lance Ryan and Spike Kane, far greater men who have helped propel stars to the next level. Hell, Lance Ryan even got the very best out of Joe Everyman once. I know, I was here when Joe's was the name on everybody's lips as the next big breakout star for this company as a result of Lance's involvement in trying to turn the poor kid around.
Venom wanted a piece of that action, a slice of that reputation that legends like Spike and Lance had earned before him in this company....and you - Roberto Verona - were to be his centrepiece, his crown jewel, the cornerstone of a legacy he wanted to solidify by winning the nCw World Heavyweight Championship. I bet that makes you feel special, I bet that makes you feel worth it, I bet your all tingly inside - to know that you were the hand picked protege of a man who was already well passed his prime and didn't even know it yet...
For that you yourself deserve some congratulations, Roberto.
Even in spite of veing the hand-picked protege of a never-has-been here in nCw, I cannot deny you have done pretty well for yourself, some might even say you've got a pretty bright future ahead of you here, and I'm sure the last thing you want to do is force my hand into extinguishing that fiery passionate Italian flame of yours, so really your best bet at this point really would be to keep your damn mouth shut and not say anything that might piss me off enough to put your piddly ass on the shelf right alongside Venom. Then again, Nathan Webb never said a *** damn word to me and I still put him out...
*The Ace casually and rather nonchalantly shrugs his dhoulders as if crippling young stars of the business were an everyday occurence for him...*
Oh well, I guess the lesson here if you care enough to learn from it Roberto is there are so many things in this world that can stop a revolution dead in its tracks, but nothing can stop an evolution. A revolution can only happen with a leader, whilst an evolution just happens and often times it happens without you even being aware that it just passed you by. See Roberto, the key difference between you and me is the way we were brought into this business. Venom carried you as far as he could as your mentor before I snatched his gimpy leg out from under him....and he did an okay job.
It just just so happens my mentor did a better job because rather than forcing me to be at his side, rather than carrying me to stardom on the back of his name, he kicked me in the nutsack, took everything away from me and spent the first eighteen months of my professional career making my life a living Hell. He forced me to adapt and evolve and I owe him everything I have today - including my wife Kathy. Who is he?
Spike Kane.
That's right, former nCw World Champion and one of the cornerstones of this company and its Hall of Fame, The God of Xtreme himself, Spike Kane. He was a mentor as much as he was my mortal enemy in those days, but you know what? I look back on those days now and realise that everything he did, he did to make me a better wrestler...and really who can argue with his results? The fruits of his labour speak for themselves. Look at me and all I have achieved so far in this company - and I am in no way done yet. Don't worry Roberto, I'll spare you the list of my accomplishments, only because I know you'll scrutinise them with the same old tired crap when you're desperately trying to think of some half-baked rebuttal to all this, so I will simply say, I have achieved more than a lot of people actually are willing to admit or give me credit for, when really they should....
*The Ace folds his arms across the top of the back of the chair and rests his chin on them as he looks into the camera with a confident smile...*
No doubt you're still a little bemused about how I can be so confident, especially given that I have yet to face you in a one on one contest. Well the answer is simple, it isn't because I've put two people out in a matter of weeks, it isn't even because I've cost you two matches now and ended your little pinfall statistic tirade that you were so damn proud of before now...No. It is purely and simply because I've heard all your talk of vengeance before. From countless clueless idiots, its the go-to schtick when you have nothing else to say....
I know because I've been guilty of it myself on occassion.
I cannot tell you how many times I've heard and used the old 'red mist' defence against an opponent as if it actually means anything, there have been so many times I've promised to show my opponent the rage beast inside of me, telling them how much they'd be sorry and how doomed to my anger and furious vengeance they were, how some dormant beast devoid of all consciousness was going to tear them apart, in the beginning it all sounded so awesome and so badass, but nowadays it all illicits little more than a yawn from me because I am not Angel or Lex Sense or Roberto Verona for whom these concepts are rampant hyperbole designed to build hype and inspire fear. I am not a beast, I am a man, who ironically is regarded as the most dangerous beast of all by many. The point is, I've grown out of my naive infancy, I know it takes more than throwing out a few choice buzzwords to win a match. I'm not here to hype this for the fans, because I realise this is not a comic book, even if they want to paint me as the villain. This is real life, and I'm not the Incredible Hulk....
I'm just incredible.
But Roberto, if you insist on showing me your green eyed monster, if you insist on baring your teeth and snarling at me just to show me what a badass beast you are inside, then by all means do so, after all it is no less cliched than the rest of that revolutionary crap you spout. The Apex of Evolution has already killed Venom and Spiderman, so I guess The Incredible Hulk is next...
Just don't bet on dying a hero...
*The Ace motions to somebody off camera..*
Cue music...
*And the scene fades out to the following...*