Post by The Ace on Feb 1, 2012 13:35:07 GMT -6
It was a bright, warm summer Saturday in late August and leant up against the trunk of a tree in this park, was a young nine year old blonde haired boy sat on the grass in a simple white t-shirt and red shorts, eating a cheese and cucumber sandwich when suddenly he felt something crawling up his left leg. He moved his sandwich to see the daddy longlegs crawling up his knee and for a moment he was paralysed with fear.
He had heard all the myths about how this spider had the most potent venom of all spiders, and though he had no proof to confirm or deny his fear so it gripped him and for some wholly irrational reason he screamed.
His father who was sat opposite him, spreading the last bit of strawberry jam straight from the jar onto a sandwich of his own looks at his son then at the spider. He puts the sandwich down and uses the empty jam jar to catch the spider much to his son's relief. The boy looks at his father with admiration and the father simply smiles at his son as he screws the lid back on the jar.
Boy: Thanks dad, you certainly got me out of that jam, but I have to ask aren't you scared?
Father: Now listen to me here Jake, there's no need to be scared. He has alot more reason to be scared of you. When I was a boy I used to pull the legs off these things...
Jake: But why?
Father: I just could and I thought it was funny I guess, I don't really know. The point is, I want you to learn to overcome your fear Jake, that's why I want you to look at him in this jar and everytime you feel panic, I want you to remind yourself that you have nothing to fear. You are human, he is just a spider. You are the pinnacle of evolution Jake, he is just a spider.
Jake's father hands him the jar and the young Jake Conway just stares at the spider muttering under his breath...
Jake: I am the pinnacle of evolution, you are just a spider. I am the pinnacle of evolution, you are just a spider. I am the pinnacle of evolution, you are just a spider...
As the boy held the jar in his hand, things changed, suddenly his eyes quivered less as he beheld the spider, suddenly he wasn't so afraid...
The scene opens on a small jam jar held in an adult hand and an eye magnified and distorted by the reflections in the glass as it bears down on it, all observing, all knowing, all judging...
I am the Apex of evolution. You are just an inconsequential bug.
See Nathaniel, so many things change as we grow, as we make the change from child to adult, but perhaps less obvious is the fact that as many things change in our lives, so many more stay the same.
The all too human need to question everything. To ask why? For months now people have been asking me why? Why exactly would a legitimate superstar and veteran of this business go out of his way to attack someone as inconsequential as Nathaniel David Webb? After all, I didn't need to do any of this, I have nothing to prove - not to you, not to anybody else and I damn sure have nothing to fear from you...
So why? Why did I go out of my way to have you committed?
You've told the world that the reason I attacked you was to keep you from sticking your nose in my business with Verona, I guess that makes some sort of sense if all you have is a feeble grasp on some straws - God knows you were so desperate for somebody's attention, anybody's attention, you wanted somebody to take notice of you Webb, you wanted somebody to elevate you above your station and make you relevant within this company. There you were, crawling against the glass ceiling and when Roberto brushed you off, by chance you stumbled into my path by chance.
I heard your pleas for attention, you wanted the spotlight and you wanted it at my expense, you wanted to be able to say you had been able to beat a former World Champion, I saw it in your eyes, I felt in every blow you delivered in our first encounter a few months ago...it was then that I knew you were insane. You needed help. There is no way you're a match for me inside that ring, everybody knows that - everybody but you apparently. I tried to give you the easy way out here Nathan...
But now you insist on this ludicrous folly.
You made this challenge. You challenged me to a match I engineered - the evolution of the last man standing match - simply to prove a point. Simply to prove that you can beat me at my own game, and somehow you seem to think you still have the upper hand in all of this...and you're honestly telling me you're not insane?
The Ace laughs as he puts the jar down and unscrews the lid.
You've got everything to prove this week Nathaniel, not just to me, not just to all these mindless idiots who boo me, but also to yourself and to Rose. Convince her that you actually stand a chance, convince yourself that her sacrifice was not in vain...convince all your bleating sheep that you will finally get the big bad boogie man that has inspired fear for so long here in nCw.
Speaking of fear, it really is a funny thing. Fools will tell you there is nothing to fear and that fear only exists to be conquered but they do not really understand the nature of fear. What is it to truly be afraid? Your fans will insist that you challenged me to this match simply to prove you are not afraid. I know better. You didn't challenge me to show me you are not afraid, you challenged me to show me you are not afraid to at least try to conquer it.
That's admirable, foolish, but admirable. You know what's funny Nate? Believe it or not, spiders used to scare me, until my father told me I had no reason to fear them, and they had much more reason to fear me. He told me that he used to pull the legs off them simply because he could and simply because he found it amusing. I have to say until now, I never really saw the funny side of incapacitating a spider...
The Ace reaches into the jar and scoops out the spider before presenting it to the camera on the palm of his hand.
Now I see it would be all too easy, the spider is set free from its glass prison, something it has wanted forever, I'm sure it has cursed me for imprisoning him, for recinding his freedom and never really appreciating that I did it all for his own good. So now the spider has been set free, it still sits unaware of the dangers of the outside world right in the palm of my hand...still afraid of me even if he may never admit it...what happens next Nate?
What is the fate of this spider?
You tell me.
Does the spider understand natural selection?
Will the spider evolve, die or regret it's freedom?
What happens next Nathaniel is in your hands.
He had heard all the myths about how this spider had the most potent venom of all spiders, and though he had no proof to confirm or deny his fear so it gripped him and for some wholly irrational reason he screamed.
His father who was sat opposite him, spreading the last bit of strawberry jam straight from the jar onto a sandwich of his own looks at his son then at the spider. He puts the sandwich down and uses the empty jam jar to catch the spider much to his son's relief. The boy looks at his father with admiration and the father simply smiles at his son as he screws the lid back on the jar.
Boy: Thanks dad, you certainly got me out of that jam, but I have to ask aren't you scared?
Father: Now listen to me here Jake, there's no need to be scared. He has alot more reason to be scared of you. When I was a boy I used to pull the legs off these things...
Jake: But why?
Father: I just could and I thought it was funny I guess, I don't really know. The point is, I want you to learn to overcome your fear Jake, that's why I want you to look at him in this jar and everytime you feel panic, I want you to remind yourself that you have nothing to fear. You are human, he is just a spider. You are the pinnacle of evolution Jake, he is just a spider.
Jake's father hands him the jar and the young Jake Conway just stares at the spider muttering under his breath...
Jake: I am the pinnacle of evolution, you are just a spider. I am the pinnacle of evolution, you are just a spider. I am the pinnacle of evolution, you are just a spider...
As the boy held the jar in his hand, things changed, suddenly his eyes quivered less as he beheld the spider, suddenly he wasn't so afraid...
The scene opens on a small jam jar held in an adult hand and an eye magnified and distorted by the reflections in the glass as it bears down on it, all observing, all knowing, all judging...
I am the Apex of evolution. You are just an inconsequential bug.
See Nathaniel, so many things change as we grow, as we make the change from child to adult, but perhaps less obvious is the fact that as many things change in our lives, so many more stay the same.
The all too human need to question everything. To ask why? For months now people have been asking me why? Why exactly would a legitimate superstar and veteran of this business go out of his way to attack someone as inconsequential as Nathaniel David Webb? After all, I didn't need to do any of this, I have nothing to prove - not to you, not to anybody else and I damn sure have nothing to fear from you...
So why? Why did I go out of my way to have you committed?
You've told the world that the reason I attacked you was to keep you from sticking your nose in my business with Verona, I guess that makes some sort of sense if all you have is a feeble grasp on some straws - God knows you were so desperate for somebody's attention, anybody's attention, you wanted somebody to take notice of you Webb, you wanted somebody to elevate you above your station and make you relevant within this company. There you were, crawling against the glass ceiling and when Roberto brushed you off, by chance you stumbled into my path by chance.
I heard your pleas for attention, you wanted the spotlight and you wanted it at my expense, you wanted to be able to say you had been able to beat a former World Champion, I saw it in your eyes, I felt in every blow you delivered in our first encounter a few months ago...it was then that I knew you were insane. You needed help. There is no way you're a match for me inside that ring, everybody knows that - everybody but you apparently. I tried to give you the easy way out here Nathan...
But now you insist on this ludicrous folly.
You made this challenge. You challenged me to a match I engineered - the evolution of the last man standing match - simply to prove a point. Simply to prove that you can beat me at my own game, and somehow you seem to think you still have the upper hand in all of this...and you're honestly telling me you're not insane?
The Ace laughs as he puts the jar down and unscrews the lid.
You've got everything to prove this week Nathaniel, not just to me, not just to all these mindless idiots who boo me, but also to yourself and to Rose. Convince her that you actually stand a chance, convince yourself that her sacrifice was not in vain...convince all your bleating sheep that you will finally get the big bad boogie man that has inspired fear for so long here in nCw.
Speaking of fear, it really is a funny thing. Fools will tell you there is nothing to fear and that fear only exists to be conquered but they do not really understand the nature of fear. What is it to truly be afraid? Your fans will insist that you challenged me to this match simply to prove you are not afraid. I know better. You didn't challenge me to show me you are not afraid, you challenged me to show me you are not afraid to at least try to conquer it.
That's admirable, foolish, but admirable. You know what's funny Nate? Believe it or not, spiders used to scare me, until my father told me I had no reason to fear them, and they had much more reason to fear me. He told me that he used to pull the legs off them simply because he could and simply because he found it amusing. I have to say until now, I never really saw the funny side of incapacitating a spider...
The Ace reaches into the jar and scoops out the spider before presenting it to the camera on the palm of his hand.
Now I see it would be all too easy, the spider is set free from its glass prison, something it has wanted forever, I'm sure it has cursed me for imprisoning him, for recinding his freedom and never really appreciating that I did it all for his own good. So now the spider has been set free, it still sits unaware of the dangers of the outside world right in the palm of my hand...still afraid of me even if he may never admit it...what happens next Nate?
What is the fate of this spider?
You tell me.
Does the spider understand natural selection?
Will the spider evolve, die or regret it's freedom?
What happens next Nathaniel is in your hands.
