Post by The Ace on Oct 28, 2011 11:04:44 GMT -6
Monday
October 24th, 2011
09.03 AM
*The scene opens with The Ace leaning over the hotel room bed, gently shaking his wife's shoulder to wake her up...*
Honey? Honey, wake up. I need to know where you put Dr Fisher's number?
*Kathy sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, before blinking at him....*
Kathy: Dr Fisher? Why....
*Kathy yawned*
Kathy: Why do you need to call him? You're not going to have me committed for being a little suspicious of Mercy's intentions are you?
*Kathy managed a half smile as her husband chuckled*
No, no, nothing like that. I just have business to discuss with him.
Kathy: Business?
*Kathy looked confused for a moment, but shrugged it off as she was too tired to think about it...*
Kathy: Hand me my purse over there...
*The Ace went over to the small wooden table she was pointing at and got his wife's black purse, he handed it over to her. She opened it and rummaged through her make up to find her cell phone at the bottom of the bag. She handed it to him...*
Kathy: Should be on there...
*The Ace took the phone from her with a smile...*
Thanks sweetie, you're the best...
*The Ace leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek...*
Now...you get back to sleep. I'll be right back...
*With that The Ace left the hotel room, sifting through the contacts on her phone as he went. Kathy meanwhile let her head slump back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling, knowing sleep was going to be impossible now as she wondered out loud...*
Kathy: What the hell could he want with my psychiatrist?
Roberto, what can I say? I mean really? I mean I could spend half of this promo arguing the finer points of Darwinian Theory with you, but then you'd be at an obvious disadvantage, after all as far as I know you're not the one with a First Class Honours Degree in Biology here, are you? No...that would be me.
That's right, before I realised my dream of being a professional wrestler, I wanted to be a biologist, because nature always fascinated me. Nowadays though, I find that even more fascinating than Mother Nature is human nature - and how, particularly in this business it is hardly ever consistent. Maybe that comes in part due to the fact that some of us change our nature every few months as we struggle to stay relevant in the eyes of the fickle masses who either cheer or boo us based simply on whether they've had their Wheaties pissed on this morning or not.
Some of us play the part of the hero all our lives, others the villian, and even a sad sorry few who spend their entire career stuck in the middle ground because neither gets us over with them no matter what we do. I started my career as their hero, then after a few years under my belt, I somehow became the villain, and now most of my career I have been painted as the villain, and you know what? I actually prefer it. I could happily spend the rest of my career doing this, cutting down young stars before their prime, beating down nobodies, it's all such a thrill.
I am The Apex of Evolution whether you want to admit it or not Verona, because I've learned from my mistakes, I've grown as a competitor, I've adapted to the hate I get from the sheep and even some of my less well informed peers backstage. I have survived in this business for the last eight years, I have played the part of the prey, the parasite and the predator. I have done it all, been through all the stages of my own personal evolution as a superstar in this business - and the way I see it, there are only three reasons why people like you Roberto refuse to see any meaning behind my moniker...
*The Ace holds up a finger*
Number one: Your own moniker is nothing more than a catchy slogan to sell a few T-Shirts to piss off Leonard Fox.
*A second finger goes up*
Number two: You have that ten pounds of leather and gold around your waist right now so you assume that makes you so much better than me.
*A third finger goes up*
And most important of all, number three: For all that supposed potential, talent and natural ability you have and want to tell me about, you're just pissed off at me because you're going nowhere fast...
*The Ace lowers his hand before continuing...*
I mean sure you've had that National Championship for a couple of months now, and apparently according to the nCw marketing machine, having one successful title defense under your belt already somehow constitutes a 'strangle hold' these days, but hey who am I to knock it? You've already surpassed my first reign and I couldn't even manage a single successful title defense because I was unprepared for Mrs Cross to rather convenienly pop her clogs on PPV week, so that Xavier ended up having his triumphant tragic hero moment - so I guess, compared to that, yes you do have a strangle hold on that belt, I'm just saying that it must be a hell of a slap in the face for Kyle Braddock when he sees that kind of hype around your reign.
My point is, you've had that belt for a couple of months, yet what have you done with it? Nothing. You've stagnated, nobody even cares that you're supposed to represent the second best this company has to offer. The value and prestige of that title is not what it once was, and sure you can try and blame being overshadowed by the grandeur and spectacle of two simultaneous Road To The Gold Tournaments, but hey if you're so gosh darn talented that you made it here all by yourself, then surely you should be able to rise above - to elevate yourself beyond the oppression of something a great deal grander....
Isn't that what Revolutionaries do?
Or could it be simply that without Venom to keep you relevant as part of his close-knit group, you've become lost in the shuffle, just like he was a month ago without them to back him up? Oh yes, Venom....you remember that guy right? The guy you were so quick to defend a couple of weeks back, the guy you claimed to respect and made a big deal that he wasn't really fit to compete when he tapped out to me like the little bitch that he is. The guy you wanted to do this all for....the guy you interrupted my plea to my wife for.
You wanted to be the hero then, all cocked and ready to come at me all guns blazing, yet now as the time for you to finally get your retribution, your revenge...to finally stand up for your good friend and what you believe in draws near, all of a sudden, the story has changed. Suddenly, and because it's finally beginning to dawn on you that you might have bitten off more than you can chew and that your title reign is in serious jeopardy come this Sunday, Venom is of no concern to you. Furthermore, after that tag match a couple of weeks ago, you were ready to tear my head off, you were so angry that you spent half of your promo against Lex Sense telling me how I'd somehow unleashed a beast devoid of conscience and how you would make me rue the day. Yet now, here we are, a few days before the biggest match of your career and now you're telling me all that hate and anger has suddenly evaporated...
See what I mean about the inconsistency of human nature Roberto?
What happened to that Italian fire and passion, drive, desire and determination? Maybe the cold hard reality is finally setting in and you realise that you're going into this match at a disadvantage. You know you probably won't walk out of Atlanta with that title around your waist, so now instead you're playing the future World Champion card and making ridiculous claims about how whenm you beat me, all my accomplishments will be forgotten....
Really?
I thought you were the one who transcended all the wrestling cliches Verona, not the one who goes out of his way to personify them, just like I thought you were doing this to step up for Venom, or could it be that the self-styled Italian Revolutionary cannot commit to any ideals, even when they are his own? Here's a piece of free advice Bertie, how about instead of draming of some distant future World title reign, you concentrate on your current National title reign, eh? Or is it that you can't because you are the future of this company...and therein lies your biggest challenge, you are the future...
I am the now.
See Roberto, you may want to chastise me for taking Leonard up on his offer, but I did what any other ambitious employee would do, who hasn't kissed a little ass and gotten a little dirty on their way to the top? I'll tell you who, the gutless cowards who don't have the ambition or the cut-throat ruthless edge to them like I do - the worthless nobodies like Joe Everyman and Freakke who are just happy to be pinned and paid on a weekly basis. That's the kind of career you get for being little more than a dancing monkey to entertain these sheep. By all means, you can be one of them Roberto, a ****-slingling ape who gets a paycheck for being a good little sideshow attraction or you can evolve as I have...
That's why there is more to me than my moniker.
That's why I am so much more than The Ace.
That's why I am The Apex of Evolution.
Because I am and always have been committed to one goal in this business - to be the best. Sure it's cliche and everybody says it, but very few people actually mean it. I never got in this business to make friends, I got in this business to make money and kick a whole lot of ass, but if you don't get that by now Roberto, by all means launch yourself into another twenty minute diatribe about why you think I'm not who I am marketed as. Tell me all the reasons why I am not the Ace....
And this Sunday I'll show you all the reasons why I am.
Monday
October 24th, 2011
9:07 AM
*The Ace is stood outside his hotel room with the door closed behind him, on his wife's cell phone...*
Yes...hello, this is Jake Conway. I'd like to speak to Dr Gregory Fisher please...
Female voice: One moment, sir and I'll put you straight through.
Thank you.
*A few moments passed before a cough and a hello came from the other end....*
Hello. Dr Fisher? This is Jake Conway. You remember you treated my wife a while ago?
Dr Fisher: Ah, yes, Kathleen. How is she? She hasn't regressed again has she?
No, no, nothing like that. She's fine Doc. In fact I'm not calling about her.
Dr Fisher: Oh?
Yes, actually I'm calling about a dear colleague of mine who I believe could greatly benefit from some psychiatric help.
Dr Fisher: Go on.
Yes, well, his name is Nathan Webb, like me he's a professional wrestler and I believe the stresses of the job may have gotten to him. After he lost a match, I saw him mumbling to himself whilst repeatedly bashing the back of his head against a wall, then when I tried to help him, he ran away from me and tripped down some stairs. If it wasn't for my good friend, Mercedes being at the bottom of those stairs in time, we might not have gotten him to the hospital in time.
Dr Fisher: Where is he now? Are you with him?
No, Doc, but I know he's at a local medical facility in Birmingham, Alabama having his injuries looked at.
Dr Fisher: Birmingham, Alabama you say? I believe I have a colleague down there, a Dr Natasha Riley at Hill Crest in Jefferson County. I can have her check in on him and admit him into care if necessary...
Oh thank you Doctor. I''m so worried that he might not understand that all I was trying to do was help him, and that he might blame me for his injuries....
Dr Fisher: Don't worry Mr Conway, I'll let Dr Riley know you tried to help. I know you're a good man, I saw how you helped your wife in her hour of need through her darkest time, so I can attest to your good character and I think its commendable that you're trying to help your colleague get the help he needs.
It's always been in my nature to do what I can to help people who need it, Doc.
Dr Fisher: Leave it with me Mr Conway, I'll make sure Nathan Webb is well looked after...
Bye Doc, and thanks again...
*The Ace ends the call with a huge satisfied smile on his face as the scene ends here...*
October 24th, 2011
09.03 AM
*The scene opens with The Ace leaning over the hotel room bed, gently shaking his wife's shoulder to wake her up...*
Honey? Honey, wake up. I need to know where you put Dr Fisher's number?
*Kathy sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, before blinking at him....*
Kathy: Dr Fisher? Why....
*Kathy yawned*
Kathy: Why do you need to call him? You're not going to have me committed for being a little suspicious of Mercy's intentions are you?
*Kathy managed a half smile as her husband chuckled*
No, no, nothing like that. I just have business to discuss with him.
Kathy: Business?
*Kathy looked confused for a moment, but shrugged it off as she was too tired to think about it...*
Kathy: Hand me my purse over there...
*The Ace went over to the small wooden table she was pointing at and got his wife's black purse, he handed it over to her. She opened it and rummaged through her make up to find her cell phone at the bottom of the bag. She handed it to him...*
Kathy: Should be on there...
*The Ace took the phone from her with a smile...*
Thanks sweetie, you're the best...
*The Ace leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek...*
Now...you get back to sleep. I'll be right back...
*With that The Ace left the hotel room, sifting through the contacts on her phone as he went. Kathy meanwhile let her head slump back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling, knowing sleep was going to be impossible now as she wondered out loud...*
Kathy: What the hell could he want with my psychiatrist?
Roberto, what can I say? I mean really? I mean I could spend half of this promo arguing the finer points of Darwinian Theory with you, but then you'd be at an obvious disadvantage, after all as far as I know you're not the one with a First Class Honours Degree in Biology here, are you? No...that would be me.
That's right, before I realised my dream of being a professional wrestler, I wanted to be a biologist, because nature always fascinated me. Nowadays though, I find that even more fascinating than Mother Nature is human nature - and how, particularly in this business it is hardly ever consistent. Maybe that comes in part due to the fact that some of us change our nature every few months as we struggle to stay relevant in the eyes of the fickle masses who either cheer or boo us based simply on whether they've had their Wheaties pissed on this morning or not.
Some of us play the part of the hero all our lives, others the villian, and even a sad sorry few who spend their entire career stuck in the middle ground because neither gets us over with them no matter what we do. I started my career as their hero, then after a few years under my belt, I somehow became the villain, and now most of my career I have been painted as the villain, and you know what? I actually prefer it. I could happily spend the rest of my career doing this, cutting down young stars before their prime, beating down nobodies, it's all such a thrill.
I am The Apex of Evolution whether you want to admit it or not Verona, because I've learned from my mistakes, I've grown as a competitor, I've adapted to the hate I get from the sheep and even some of my less well informed peers backstage. I have survived in this business for the last eight years, I have played the part of the prey, the parasite and the predator. I have done it all, been through all the stages of my own personal evolution as a superstar in this business - and the way I see it, there are only three reasons why people like you Roberto refuse to see any meaning behind my moniker...
*The Ace holds up a finger*
Number one: Your own moniker is nothing more than a catchy slogan to sell a few T-Shirts to piss off Leonard Fox.
*A second finger goes up*
Number two: You have that ten pounds of leather and gold around your waist right now so you assume that makes you so much better than me.
*A third finger goes up*
And most important of all, number three: For all that supposed potential, talent and natural ability you have and want to tell me about, you're just pissed off at me because you're going nowhere fast...
*The Ace lowers his hand before continuing...*
I mean sure you've had that National Championship for a couple of months now, and apparently according to the nCw marketing machine, having one successful title defense under your belt already somehow constitutes a 'strangle hold' these days, but hey who am I to knock it? You've already surpassed my first reign and I couldn't even manage a single successful title defense because I was unprepared for Mrs Cross to rather convenienly pop her clogs on PPV week, so that Xavier ended up having his triumphant tragic hero moment - so I guess, compared to that, yes you do have a strangle hold on that belt, I'm just saying that it must be a hell of a slap in the face for Kyle Braddock when he sees that kind of hype around your reign.
My point is, you've had that belt for a couple of months, yet what have you done with it? Nothing. You've stagnated, nobody even cares that you're supposed to represent the second best this company has to offer. The value and prestige of that title is not what it once was, and sure you can try and blame being overshadowed by the grandeur and spectacle of two simultaneous Road To The Gold Tournaments, but hey if you're so gosh darn talented that you made it here all by yourself, then surely you should be able to rise above - to elevate yourself beyond the oppression of something a great deal grander....
Isn't that what Revolutionaries do?
Or could it be simply that without Venom to keep you relevant as part of his close-knit group, you've become lost in the shuffle, just like he was a month ago without them to back him up? Oh yes, Venom....you remember that guy right? The guy you were so quick to defend a couple of weeks back, the guy you claimed to respect and made a big deal that he wasn't really fit to compete when he tapped out to me like the little bitch that he is. The guy you wanted to do this all for....the guy you interrupted my plea to my wife for.
You wanted to be the hero then, all cocked and ready to come at me all guns blazing, yet now as the time for you to finally get your retribution, your revenge...to finally stand up for your good friend and what you believe in draws near, all of a sudden, the story has changed. Suddenly, and because it's finally beginning to dawn on you that you might have bitten off more than you can chew and that your title reign is in serious jeopardy come this Sunday, Venom is of no concern to you. Furthermore, after that tag match a couple of weeks ago, you were ready to tear my head off, you were so angry that you spent half of your promo against Lex Sense telling me how I'd somehow unleashed a beast devoid of conscience and how you would make me rue the day. Yet now, here we are, a few days before the biggest match of your career and now you're telling me all that hate and anger has suddenly evaporated...
See what I mean about the inconsistency of human nature Roberto?
What happened to that Italian fire and passion, drive, desire and determination? Maybe the cold hard reality is finally setting in and you realise that you're going into this match at a disadvantage. You know you probably won't walk out of Atlanta with that title around your waist, so now instead you're playing the future World Champion card and making ridiculous claims about how whenm you beat me, all my accomplishments will be forgotten....
Really?
I thought you were the one who transcended all the wrestling cliches Verona, not the one who goes out of his way to personify them, just like I thought you were doing this to step up for Venom, or could it be that the self-styled Italian Revolutionary cannot commit to any ideals, even when they are his own? Here's a piece of free advice Bertie, how about instead of draming of some distant future World title reign, you concentrate on your current National title reign, eh? Or is it that you can't because you are the future of this company...and therein lies your biggest challenge, you are the future...
I am the now.
See Roberto, you may want to chastise me for taking Leonard up on his offer, but I did what any other ambitious employee would do, who hasn't kissed a little ass and gotten a little dirty on their way to the top? I'll tell you who, the gutless cowards who don't have the ambition or the cut-throat ruthless edge to them like I do - the worthless nobodies like Joe Everyman and Freakke who are just happy to be pinned and paid on a weekly basis. That's the kind of career you get for being little more than a dancing monkey to entertain these sheep. By all means, you can be one of them Roberto, a ****-slingling ape who gets a paycheck for being a good little sideshow attraction or you can evolve as I have...
That's why there is more to me than my moniker.
That's why I am so much more than The Ace.
That's why I am The Apex of Evolution.
Because I am and always have been committed to one goal in this business - to be the best. Sure it's cliche and everybody says it, but very few people actually mean it. I never got in this business to make friends, I got in this business to make money and kick a whole lot of ass, but if you don't get that by now Roberto, by all means launch yourself into another twenty minute diatribe about why you think I'm not who I am marketed as. Tell me all the reasons why I am not the Ace....
And this Sunday I'll show you all the reasons why I am.
Monday
October 24th, 2011
9:07 AM
*The Ace is stood outside his hotel room with the door closed behind him, on his wife's cell phone...*
Yes...hello, this is Jake Conway. I'd like to speak to Dr Gregory Fisher please...
Female voice: One moment, sir and I'll put you straight through.
Thank you.
*A few moments passed before a cough and a hello came from the other end....*
Hello. Dr Fisher? This is Jake Conway. You remember you treated my wife a while ago?
Dr Fisher: Ah, yes, Kathleen. How is she? She hasn't regressed again has she?
No, no, nothing like that. She's fine Doc. In fact I'm not calling about her.
Dr Fisher: Oh?
Yes, actually I'm calling about a dear colleague of mine who I believe could greatly benefit from some psychiatric help.
Dr Fisher: Go on.
Yes, well, his name is Nathan Webb, like me he's a professional wrestler and I believe the stresses of the job may have gotten to him. After he lost a match, I saw him mumbling to himself whilst repeatedly bashing the back of his head against a wall, then when I tried to help him, he ran away from me and tripped down some stairs. If it wasn't for my good friend, Mercedes being at the bottom of those stairs in time, we might not have gotten him to the hospital in time.
Dr Fisher: Where is he now? Are you with him?
No, Doc, but I know he's at a local medical facility in Birmingham, Alabama having his injuries looked at.
Dr Fisher: Birmingham, Alabama you say? I believe I have a colleague down there, a Dr Natasha Riley at Hill Crest in Jefferson County. I can have her check in on him and admit him into care if necessary...
Oh thank you Doctor. I''m so worried that he might not understand that all I was trying to do was help him, and that he might blame me for his injuries....
Dr Fisher: Don't worry Mr Conway, I'll let Dr Riley know you tried to help. I know you're a good man, I saw how you helped your wife in her hour of need through her darkest time, so I can attest to your good character and I think its commendable that you're trying to help your colleague get the help he needs.
It's always been in my nature to do what I can to help people who need it, Doc.
Dr Fisher: Leave it with me Mr Conway, I'll make sure Nathan Webb is well looked after...
Bye Doc, and thanks again...
*The Ace ends the call with a huge satisfied smile on his face as the scene ends here...*