Post by The Ace on Oct 29, 2011 11:49:53 GMT -6
*The scene opens on a close up of the ridges of some white knuckles, each ridge representing perhaps the unique set of small hills and shallow valleys each man has had to endure on his journey thus far.
As the camera pans out a little more we see the ridges give way to the smooth white skin of a clenched fist raised in defiance. The very symbol of revolution. A symbol universally understood as the sign of aggression, of resistance, and of rebellion.
As the camera pans out a little further, we see the fist give way to the wrist and more importantly than that, wrapped around that wrist, we see the latest in a line of Roberto Verona merchandise dreamed up by the nCw marketing machine to push the young star to the next level.
A commemorative watch fashioned into the form of a perfect mini replica nCw National title, where the oval in the front of it which contained the stars and stripes in the background and the majestic silver eagle in flight in the foreground was actually the watch face, with only four small golden numbers on it so as not to crowd the design.
12, 3, 6, 9. Below the oval of the face, where the bottom strap connected to the face in small writing was the name plate that read simply 'Verona'.
The camera finally pans out completely and we finally see the bigger picture, sat with his elbow resting on the small wooden table in front of him, the defiant fist did not belong to the revolutionary Roberto Verona but rather the Evolutionary Jake Conway.
He sat there, his world famous grin plastered firmly across his face as if he was truly enjoying modeling the watch...*
Greetings, Roberto. Since the promo of me wearing your 'Viva La Revolution' t-shirt aired earlier in the week, Leonard Fox tells me that there has been a spike in your personal merchandise sales, so he asked me to see if I could do it again. Apparently these aren't shifting as well as expected and Fox understandably wants them to sell out so he isn't left with unpopular stock after we see a new National Champion crowned at Road To The Gold this Sunday.
I must say compared top the usual cheap tat they knock up, I actually like this...
*The Ace lowers his arm across the table but keeps his fist clenched and the camera focuses in on the watch as The Ace talks, the presentation of the whole thing being less like a wrestling promo and more like an item being showcased on some home shopping network....*
It's classy, stylish, yes Roberto, this time-piece is everything you are not. It's quite a revolutionary time-piece, beautifully presented, timeless, elegant and well worth the money. Limited edition no less. It's a lot better than the cheap watch they marketed for me, which I hear stopped 35 days off purchase, just after the 30 day money back guarantee expired. That isn't to say this isn't without its faults, according to some of the customer feedback they have been getting, sometimes this watch has a nasty habit of getting stuck every fifteen minutes on the same point...oh look just like now...
*The camera zooms in to show the watch indeed stuck on 3.15 before it once again pans out to once again focus on The Ace as he removes the watch from his left wrist...*
I've been reliably informed that if you bang it hard enough against something, it eventually gets going again, but then isn't that true of any man's merchandise?
*The Ace bangs the watch twice against the edge of the table and it starts ticking over again...*
Ah see, there we go, the revolution of its gears goes on once more, its ticking along rather nicely now. Guess this revolutionary piece really wasn't put together by an intelligent designer after all, but really that's a debate for another time and place. For now though Roberto, I really have to ask how much longer we have to do this?
How much longer are you going to hear my everything I say and yet not listen to a single word of it, favouring instead to go off on some wild tangent about everything you think I said? You're not the first of my opponents to have this problem and I'm sure you won't be the last. First of all I never said I had a doctorate in anything, I said I had a degree - not quite as impressive perhaps, especially when I have to concede that you obviously have earned your PhD in missing the entire bloody point!
So kudos on that.
I never objected to the fact that you defended the title, in fact I gave you credit for it and surpassing my reign, but when I said you had done nothing with it, I meant you had done nothing revolutionary with it, and isn't that your whole shtick after all? When I said nobody cares about you being the second best, I meant nobody outside you and some of the sheep who are now suddenly buying your t-shirts and all of your other bull**** - thanks to me!
Your peers in the back don't care about you, your title reign or whatever it is you want to revolutionise here, speaking of which, what is it you exactly hope to revolutionise here Roberto? Because it quite clearly isn't the National Championship or the division it represents. Nobody is lining up to face you, nobody wants that title because its prestige and stock has fallen so far, hell as you say I had to buy my shot and paid for it in Venom's blood. I'm the one who has put you back on the map Roberto, I'm the one raising the prestige of the title, and that's why some of your people out there are already saying this match could steal the show and even overshadow the clash between Steve and Xander...
But by all means, continue not to give me any credit at all.
I know you won't thank me, nobody ever does, even when they really should. Venom should thank me for retiring him whilst he could still move under his own power, Webb should thank me for getting him the help he needs, and I can only hope you don't react as badly to your loss at my hands as that poor kid did...
*The Ace shakes his head and tuts*
It's a shame, it really is. You, Verona should be thanking me for elevating you into a position where you can fill the void your good friend Venom left behind, I took his spotlight and had it thrust upon you and when the people saw you step into it, they suddenly remembered...
"Hey, it's that guy who beat Alex Jones for the National Championship."
Your welcome Roberto.
It was nothing, really. You've spent all week asking me why exactly I should be considered the Apex of Evolution, and since you quite clearly still don't get it, it's simply because I have evolved into something so much more than just another monkey dancing for these people's adulation. I don't need it, I'm beyond it, but I can see you quite clearly do. You need these people to start caring about you and your revolution otherwise it will all become rather inconsequential. That's what I'm doing, I'm making these people care about you, I want these people to get behind you, I want things to change for you - because that's the next step in your career, the next step in your own personal evolution.
You want to instigate a revolution in this company by shouting, telling everybody how good you are, how you're the next big superstar, you want nCw to invest the future of this company in you as a future World Champion, and now thanks to me and my 'cowardly tactics', people are starting to believe the hype around nCw National Champion, Roberto Verona.
This company is starting to realise your potential, they must be otherwise they wouldn't be marketing you as the marked man with a supposed 'stranglehold' on that title, you're the victim, the underdog, the scapegoat for Leonard Fox - the people are starting to feel sympathy for you. They want you to step it up to that next level, they want to see you get retribution, but more than that, they want to finally see the storybook ending to all this that I so callulously denied them when I took out Venom.
They want their happy ending, they want their hope and faith finally rewarded, they want to see me suffer, they want to see you snap my leg in two like you've already promised them, because nobody wants to believe that in real life , when its all said and done, the bastards like me win more often then they lose. Unfortunately for them however, this is real life, not some Hollywood movie, and in real life the bastard gets it all.
In real life the bastard gets the girl, in real life the bastard gets away with murder especially if he has a powerful man in his corner and I've got the best and most ruthless corporate billionaire on the planet on my side in this match. You have the people. Leonard clearly was running out of people who could legitimately shut you up and after he saw what I did to Venom - the way I stepped up and protected his World title picture with his top draw by making sure Venom's threat was neutralised permanently, he took a gamble and decided to play his pocket Ace.
You see Leonard is a smart man, he knew evolution is the one force on this planet that is disputed more than any other, but yet hardly anybody can argue that it gets results. It forces change, slowly, it doesn't shout, it doesn't announce itself, it just makes a natural selection, and this Sunday, you, Roberto Verona have been chosen.
You will evolve or die.
And you won't have a choice in it, no matter how much you might believe otherwise. At Battlegrounds, Venom didn't have a choice and he was neutralised, the perfect antivenom had come from the Apex of Evolution, Nathan Webb didn't have a choice and now the Cold Spider is a frozen one. I am the Apex of Evolution because I don't solve problems, I eliminate them, just like evolution itself, I am the subject of many a hotly cointested debate by the smarter wrestling fans out there. People might not believe in my methods but they have no choice but to believe in the results.
When I took out Venom, I didn't say I would. I just went out there and did it, I didn't tell the world how angry I was, I didn't try to come off as some cold calculating person who was just biding his time like you are now Verona as you try so desperately to clutch at straws here. Call me impatient if you want here Verona, but I don't like to wait for anything, least of all the perfect opportunity to strike. I make my own opportunities...
I make things happen.
*The Ace suddenly pulls out a playing card from his jean pocket, and he makes sure the card is clearly seen by the camera. It is the Five of Clubs....*
Do you remember this card Verona? Do you know of its significance? No? Well why should you? After all, this is is the card my daughter picked out at random last months before Battlegrounds to represent Venom, an apt card perhaps because Clubs represent Power in some circles, and Venom was once a man of great power in this business as the leader of the Young Guns, but V was also a Club because just like you Verona, he liked to bash me over the head with the same point over and over again...and well we all know how well that strategy worked out for him...don't we?
*The Ace smirks*
For him the point was simply how unbelievably boring I was, seriously that's all he had, for you its simply how I am not as evolutionaryas I say I am, and whilst I could spend the rest of this promo arguing that well you're not as revolutionary as you think you are either, they're both just monikers and to debate them endlessly is not the purpose here because well, that's just boring. So intead I'm going to entertain people with another magic trick...
*The Ace reaches puts the card face down on the table infront of him, beside Roberto's watch with the clock still ticking over the face of the National Championship.
He then reaches into his other jean pocket and pulls out a small red velvet bag. He then picks up the watch, holds it to his ear to check it was still ticking. It was. Good.
He then opens the small red bag and drops the watch inside of it, before closing the bag and putting it on top of the face down card in the middle of the table.
He then reaches off camera and brings his old friend, the retractable Steel Roulette Rake into view, he extends it with a smile.
He then bashes the bag with the watch inside it repeatedly a dozen or so times until, we're all convinced its broken. As if to convince us even further, he puts the rake down and picks up the bag, shaking it and sure enough we hear that it is broken into pieces of glass and metal. The Ace nods as if satisfied with the result...*
I'm sure you know what happens now eh Verona? You know how this trick goes, right? You've probably seen it a dozen times before. I'm going to empty the bag and the watch won't be in there right? Well, let's see, shall we?
*Sure enough The Ace tips the bag upside down over the table and pieces of the broken watch scatter all over the table. The Ace gasps directly at the camera...*
That wasn't supposed to happen! Well I guess the moral of this story Roberto is if you fail to disappear like Venom, you end up broken like Nathan...
*The Ace then flips over the card in the mddle of the table and it isn't the Five of Clubs we were all expecting, it is instead the Ace of Spades...*
The Ace smirks, leaving the question of what the hell just happened unanswered as the scene fades out on the shattered pieces of the watch, foreshadowing perhaps that all the promises of a time of revolution here in nCw by Roberto Verona lay broken before The Ace who looked down upon the whole thing and laughed....*
As the camera pans out a little more we see the ridges give way to the smooth white skin of a clenched fist raised in defiance. The very symbol of revolution. A symbol universally understood as the sign of aggression, of resistance, and of rebellion.
As the camera pans out a little further, we see the fist give way to the wrist and more importantly than that, wrapped around that wrist, we see the latest in a line of Roberto Verona merchandise dreamed up by the nCw marketing machine to push the young star to the next level.
A commemorative watch fashioned into the form of a perfect mini replica nCw National title, where the oval in the front of it which contained the stars and stripes in the background and the majestic silver eagle in flight in the foreground was actually the watch face, with only four small golden numbers on it so as not to crowd the design.
12, 3, 6, 9. Below the oval of the face, where the bottom strap connected to the face in small writing was the name plate that read simply 'Verona'.
The camera finally pans out completely and we finally see the bigger picture, sat with his elbow resting on the small wooden table in front of him, the defiant fist did not belong to the revolutionary Roberto Verona but rather the Evolutionary Jake Conway.
He sat there, his world famous grin plastered firmly across his face as if he was truly enjoying modeling the watch...*
Greetings, Roberto. Since the promo of me wearing your 'Viva La Revolution' t-shirt aired earlier in the week, Leonard Fox tells me that there has been a spike in your personal merchandise sales, so he asked me to see if I could do it again. Apparently these aren't shifting as well as expected and Fox understandably wants them to sell out so he isn't left with unpopular stock after we see a new National Champion crowned at Road To The Gold this Sunday.
I must say compared top the usual cheap tat they knock up, I actually like this...
*The Ace lowers his arm across the table but keeps his fist clenched and the camera focuses in on the watch as The Ace talks, the presentation of the whole thing being less like a wrestling promo and more like an item being showcased on some home shopping network....*
It's classy, stylish, yes Roberto, this time-piece is everything you are not. It's quite a revolutionary time-piece, beautifully presented, timeless, elegant and well worth the money. Limited edition no less. It's a lot better than the cheap watch they marketed for me, which I hear stopped 35 days off purchase, just after the 30 day money back guarantee expired. That isn't to say this isn't without its faults, according to some of the customer feedback they have been getting, sometimes this watch has a nasty habit of getting stuck every fifteen minutes on the same point...oh look just like now...
*The camera zooms in to show the watch indeed stuck on 3.15 before it once again pans out to once again focus on The Ace as he removes the watch from his left wrist...*
I've been reliably informed that if you bang it hard enough against something, it eventually gets going again, but then isn't that true of any man's merchandise?
*The Ace bangs the watch twice against the edge of the table and it starts ticking over again...*
Ah see, there we go, the revolution of its gears goes on once more, its ticking along rather nicely now. Guess this revolutionary piece really wasn't put together by an intelligent designer after all, but really that's a debate for another time and place. For now though Roberto, I really have to ask how much longer we have to do this?
How much longer are you going to hear my everything I say and yet not listen to a single word of it, favouring instead to go off on some wild tangent about everything you think I said? You're not the first of my opponents to have this problem and I'm sure you won't be the last. First of all I never said I had a doctorate in anything, I said I had a degree - not quite as impressive perhaps, especially when I have to concede that you obviously have earned your PhD in missing the entire bloody point!
So kudos on that.
I never objected to the fact that you defended the title, in fact I gave you credit for it and surpassing my reign, but when I said you had done nothing with it, I meant you had done nothing revolutionary with it, and isn't that your whole shtick after all? When I said nobody cares about you being the second best, I meant nobody outside you and some of the sheep who are now suddenly buying your t-shirts and all of your other bull**** - thanks to me!
Your peers in the back don't care about you, your title reign or whatever it is you want to revolutionise here, speaking of which, what is it you exactly hope to revolutionise here Roberto? Because it quite clearly isn't the National Championship or the division it represents. Nobody is lining up to face you, nobody wants that title because its prestige and stock has fallen so far, hell as you say I had to buy my shot and paid for it in Venom's blood. I'm the one who has put you back on the map Roberto, I'm the one raising the prestige of the title, and that's why some of your people out there are already saying this match could steal the show and even overshadow the clash between Steve and Xander...
But by all means, continue not to give me any credit at all.
I know you won't thank me, nobody ever does, even when they really should. Venom should thank me for retiring him whilst he could still move under his own power, Webb should thank me for getting him the help he needs, and I can only hope you don't react as badly to your loss at my hands as that poor kid did...
*The Ace shakes his head and tuts*
It's a shame, it really is. You, Verona should be thanking me for elevating you into a position where you can fill the void your good friend Venom left behind, I took his spotlight and had it thrust upon you and when the people saw you step into it, they suddenly remembered...
"Hey, it's that guy who beat Alex Jones for the National Championship."
Your welcome Roberto.
It was nothing, really. You've spent all week asking me why exactly I should be considered the Apex of Evolution, and since you quite clearly still don't get it, it's simply because I have evolved into something so much more than just another monkey dancing for these people's adulation. I don't need it, I'm beyond it, but I can see you quite clearly do. You need these people to start caring about you and your revolution otherwise it will all become rather inconsequential. That's what I'm doing, I'm making these people care about you, I want these people to get behind you, I want things to change for you - because that's the next step in your career, the next step in your own personal evolution.
You want to instigate a revolution in this company by shouting, telling everybody how good you are, how you're the next big superstar, you want nCw to invest the future of this company in you as a future World Champion, and now thanks to me and my 'cowardly tactics', people are starting to believe the hype around nCw National Champion, Roberto Verona.
This company is starting to realise your potential, they must be otherwise they wouldn't be marketing you as the marked man with a supposed 'stranglehold' on that title, you're the victim, the underdog, the scapegoat for Leonard Fox - the people are starting to feel sympathy for you. They want you to step it up to that next level, they want to see you get retribution, but more than that, they want to finally see the storybook ending to all this that I so callulously denied them when I took out Venom.
They want their happy ending, they want their hope and faith finally rewarded, they want to see me suffer, they want to see you snap my leg in two like you've already promised them, because nobody wants to believe that in real life , when its all said and done, the bastards like me win more often then they lose. Unfortunately for them however, this is real life, not some Hollywood movie, and in real life the bastard gets it all.
In real life the bastard gets the girl, in real life the bastard gets away with murder especially if he has a powerful man in his corner and I've got the best and most ruthless corporate billionaire on the planet on my side in this match. You have the people. Leonard clearly was running out of people who could legitimately shut you up and after he saw what I did to Venom - the way I stepped up and protected his World title picture with his top draw by making sure Venom's threat was neutralised permanently, he took a gamble and decided to play his pocket Ace.
You see Leonard is a smart man, he knew evolution is the one force on this planet that is disputed more than any other, but yet hardly anybody can argue that it gets results. It forces change, slowly, it doesn't shout, it doesn't announce itself, it just makes a natural selection, and this Sunday, you, Roberto Verona have been chosen.
You will evolve or die.
And you won't have a choice in it, no matter how much you might believe otherwise. At Battlegrounds, Venom didn't have a choice and he was neutralised, the perfect antivenom had come from the Apex of Evolution, Nathan Webb didn't have a choice and now the Cold Spider is a frozen one. I am the Apex of Evolution because I don't solve problems, I eliminate them, just like evolution itself, I am the subject of many a hotly cointested debate by the smarter wrestling fans out there. People might not believe in my methods but they have no choice but to believe in the results.
When I took out Venom, I didn't say I would. I just went out there and did it, I didn't tell the world how angry I was, I didn't try to come off as some cold calculating person who was just biding his time like you are now Verona as you try so desperately to clutch at straws here. Call me impatient if you want here Verona, but I don't like to wait for anything, least of all the perfect opportunity to strike. I make my own opportunities...
I make things happen.
*The Ace suddenly pulls out a playing card from his jean pocket, and he makes sure the card is clearly seen by the camera. It is the Five of Clubs....*
Do you remember this card Verona? Do you know of its significance? No? Well why should you? After all, this is is the card my daughter picked out at random last months before Battlegrounds to represent Venom, an apt card perhaps because Clubs represent Power in some circles, and Venom was once a man of great power in this business as the leader of the Young Guns, but V was also a Club because just like you Verona, he liked to bash me over the head with the same point over and over again...and well we all know how well that strategy worked out for him...don't we?
*The Ace smirks*
For him the point was simply how unbelievably boring I was, seriously that's all he had, for you its simply how I am not as evolutionaryas I say I am, and whilst I could spend the rest of this promo arguing that well you're not as revolutionary as you think you are either, they're both just monikers and to debate them endlessly is not the purpose here because well, that's just boring. So intead I'm going to entertain people with another magic trick...
*The Ace reaches puts the card face down on the table infront of him, beside Roberto's watch with the clock still ticking over the face of the National Championship.
He then reaches into his other jean pocket and pulls out a small red velvet bag. He then picks up the watch, holds it to his ear to check it was still ticking. It was. Good.
He then opens the small red bag and drops the watch inside of it, before closing the bag and putting it on top of the face down card in the middle of the table.
He then reaches off camera and brings his old friend, the retractable Steel Roulette Rake into view, he extends it with a smile.
He then bashes the bag with the watch inside it repeatedly a dozen or so times until, we're all convinced its broken. As if to convince us even further, he puts the rake down and picks up the bag, shaking it and sure enough we hear that it is broken into pieces of glass and metal. The Ace nods as if satisfied with the result...*
I'm sure you know what happens now eh Verona? You know how this trick goes, right? You've probably seen it a dozen times before. I'm going to empty the bag and the watch won't be in there right? Well, let's see, shall we?
*Sure enough The Ace tips the bag upside down over the table and pieces of the broken watch scatter all over the table. The Ace gasps directly at the camera...*
That wasn't supposed to happen! Well I guess the moral of this story Roberto is if you fail to disappear like Venom, you end up broken like Nathan...
*The Ace then flips over the card in the mddle of the table and it isn't the Five of Clubs we were all expecting, it is instead the Ace of Spades...*
The Ace smirks, leaving the question of what the hell just happened unanswered as the scene fades out on the shattered pieces of the watch, foreshadowing perhaps that all the promises of a time of revolution here in nCw by Roberto Verona lay broken before The Ace who looked down upon the whole thing and laughed....*