Post by The Ace on May 12, 2012 17:33:30 GMT -6
A video package set to Bully by Shinedown shows a montage of Curtis Kanyon's brutal attack on The Ace's brother Jason. Then it shows clips of Dirty Deal taking out The Ace's friend Kevin Kruger, who had not been seen since he had been injured a while back, followed by clips of Lance Ryan being taken out by Curtis and his lead pipe, finally the short video package fades to black but the song remains playing as in the darkness we see the blinking amber lights signalling a Spade symbol in the darkness.
After we are given a few moments to take in the image, the lights come up and we see the familiar blonde hair of a man with his arms stretched out in a crucifix position as he has his back to us.
The song starts to fade slowly into silence and after a few moments of lingering emptiness heavy hanging heavy in the air, the man slowly turns around to reveal his face to the camera...
It is Jason Conway, and Ace's little brother still has his head all bandaged up, nevertheless the inherited trademark smirk of a true Conway comes to the fore as he addresses the camera.
Were you expecting somebody else Curtis? So sorry to disappoint, but something tells me that this won't be the last time this week that you're going to end up disappointed. I have followed my big brother's career for long enough to know that in your business when somebody is blindsided and assaulted by a desperate coward like you, they at least get the right to reply.
And that's exactly what this is, this is your business, strictly between yourself and Jake, this isn't my business or at least it wouldn't be had you not suddenly developed the basketballs to come down to the gym, kick my ass and make your business my business.
Now before you start getting your pudgy backside all worked up about this, and throw out threats like you're going to "Lance" me or "Kruger" me, you should know I have no intention of signing an nCw contract just to kick your worthless tail, not because I'm not man enough to fight my own battles, but simply because I have no interest in joining my brother to compete in this sport.
I'll just stick to my hobby, the thing I do for fun, to relax, to unwind and to keep in shape - I'll just stick to basketball, the sport you call fake and I'll leave it to my brother to do what he does best, what he has done for the past nine years in this business and what I will watch him do from the front row this Sunday...
Kick ass.
I'm just here to show you that even after everything you put me through, I'm still standing, so whilst I am not a trained wrestler like you and have no desire to be, I'm still living proof that your little quest to get into my brother's head and throw him off his game failed...
At this point, big brother Jake Conway walks into shot wearing a white vest that has 'MVP' written across the chest in bold scarlet letters, and he is spinning a basketball on his forefinger, before he drops it and it bounces out of shot. The Ace flashes a grin at his brother as he puts an arm around his shoulder, and the two smile at the camera, almost paying homage to the family photo that Curtis hates so much. The Ace addresses the camera.
So I guess the ball is now in my court once again, eh Curtis? You see I've got this sneaky feeling deep down in my gut that you don't like the fresh perspective I've tried to present the world on one Diamond Dallas Kanyon. See everybody thinks they know who you are, you're just some jacked up hillbilly who likes to play dirty, right?
I say no, I say you're just a very sick man, and I don't mean sick as in violent, I mean sick as in you need help...and all of this, attacking a member of my family, an untrained wrestler, specifically just to get my attention must mean that you need MY help. Perhaps somewhere in the deep fractured recesses of your grief stricken mind, you already know this, perhaps somewhere deep inside of yourself, you know that I'm the only man who can get you the help you need.
After all, you've seen what I've been able to do for young Nathaniel, attacking my brother and guaranteeing yourself my undivided attention must have been your way of saying:
"Hey Ace, help me, help me like you helped Nathan Webb."
That boy needed time off to deal with his grief, to come to terms with what happened to his sister, to deal with the regret and remorse he felt at not being there when his sister needed him the most - and like you Kanyon, he was too proud to just ask for my help. Too proud to just admit that he needed the time off, that he was weak, and so I had to fracture his ankle just to get him to reconsider his postion. That was the second time I had to put young Nathaniel out for his own good.
I can imagine the look in your beady little eyes right now as you flare your nostrils up at me like some demented rhino poised to rush head long at me and bang me even harder than Kathy did last night because you're mad at me, how dare I expose your mental frailties to the world, but hey you must understand Kanyon that if I don't keep every psycho with a screw loose and delusions of being a wrestler in check around here, this place will become an asylum for those who need to work out their problems with a psychiatrist. This is the wrestling business, not a mental health clinic, and the sooner people start to realise that, the sooner Kelly can stop taking advantage of the mentally unhinged running around here, guys like yourself, Spike Kane, Nathan Webb, and Alysson Gardner.
You guys need the right kind of help from the right kind of people - people who are more qualified to deal with these kinds of problems, what you don't need is somebody like Kelly Knite who is more interested in profiting from each and every one of your collective cognitive deficiencies than she is about helping any of you. That is why she keeps so many certified nutjobs on her payroll. Sydney understands this, and she agrees with me, because she's just what this company needs - a breath of fresh air, a smart, young attractive woman to do the right thing for this business - it's just a shame so many people around here don't see her for the bright spark of intuition she possesses and instead they choose to dismiss her as just some geeky gamer girl who is way above her station.
That is why she contracted my services. She hired me to do what she knows I do best - to change people's perceptions, she wants to change the way people see her, she wants to show the world that she is every bit the shrewd business woman that her sister-in-law is - only smarter, and what better way to make her case than to do business with me. In return for supporting her cause, she supports mine - a new mental health initiative for which I am the screening process. I realise that it's not going to make me popular, that you're all still going to see me as the bad guy, the villian, for putting down your heroes, for taking them out of the game for their own good, but you all need to realise that for all your heroes, for all those brave soldiers who have fought the good fight for all of of you for far too long now, ring generals like Curtis D. Kanyon...
The war is finally over.
The only battle left for any of them now is the one that still rages on in each of their heads as their broken minds try to process and make sense of all that they've been through, fortunately for them however, the Hell burning in each of their minds has a clinical definition:
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I can only help them get what they need and help them I shall because I don't know about any of you, but I believe that all those people that haven't died as heroes out there on the battlefield still deserve the honour of being remembered as war heroes. Sunday Night, May 13rh 2012, I add another decorated name to the memorial list:
Ring General - Curtis D. Kanyon.
In memoriam of his recent services to my dear brother Jason, we offer him this salute, it's not quite the twenty one guns, but I think you will get the point...
With that, each of the Conway brothers step up to the camera, get their faces in real close and each raise a middle finger in a defiantly obscene salute to Curtis Kanyon.
The scene abruptly cuts to static.
This Hell I'm in
Seems I've crossed the line again
For being nothing more than who I am
So break my bones
Throw your stones
We all know that life ain't fair
But there's more of us
We're everywhere
Seems I've crossed the line again
For being nothing more than who I am
So break my bones
Throw your stones
We all know that life ain't fair
But there's more of us
We're everywhere
After we are given a few moments to take in the image, the lights come up and we see the familiar blonde hair of a man with his arms stretched out in a crucifix position as he has his back to us.
We don't have to take this, back against the wall
We don't have to take this, we can end it all
All you'll ever be is the faded memory of a bully
Make another joke, while they hang another rope
So lonely
Push them to the dirt 'till the words don't hurt
Can you hear me?
No-one's gonna cry on the very day you die
You're a bully
We don't have to take this, we can end it all
All you'll ever be is the faded memory of a bully
Make another joke, while they hang another rope
So lonely
Push them to the dirt 'till the words don't hurt
Can you hear me?
No-one's gonna cry on the very day you die
You're a bully
The song starts to fade slowly into silence and after a few moments of lingering emptiness heavy hanging heavy in the air, the man slowly turns around to reveal his face to the camera...
It is Jason Conway, and Ace's little brother still has his head all bandaged up, nevertheless the inherited trademark smirk of a true Conway comes to the fore as he addresses the camera.
Were you expecting somebody else Curtis? So sorry to disappoint, but something tells me that this won't be the last time this week that you're going to end up disappointed. I have followed my big brother's career for long enough to know that in your business when somebody is blindsided and assaulted by a desperate coward like you, they at least get the right to reply.
And that's exactly what this is, this is your business, strictly between yourself and Jake, this isn't my business or at least it wouldn't be had you not suddenly developed the basketballs to come down to the gym, kick my ass and make your business my business.
Now before you start getting your pudgy backside all worked up about this, and throw out threats like you're going to "Lance" me or "Kruger" me, you should know I have no intention of signing an nCw contract just to kick your worthless tail, not because I'm not man enough to fight my own battles, but simply because I have no interest in joining my brother to compete in this sport.
I'll just stick to my hobby, the thing I do for fun, to relax, to unwind and to keep in shape - I'll just stick to basketball, the sport you call fake and I'll leave it to my brother to do what he does best, what he has done for the past nine years in this business and what I will watch him do from the front row this Sunday...
Kick ass.
I'm just here to show you that even after everything you put me through, I'm still standing, so whilst I am not a trained wrestler like you and have no desire to be, I'm still living proof that your little quest to get into my brother's head and throw him off his game failed...
At this point, big brother Jake Conway walks into shot wearing a white vest that has 'MVP' written across the chest in bold scarlet letters, and he is spinning a basketball on his forefinger, before he drops it and it bounces out of shot. The Ace flashes a grin at his brother as he puts an arm around his shoulder, and the two smile at the camera, almost paying homage to the family photo that Curtis hates so much. The Ace addresses the camera.
So I guess the ball is now in my court once again, eh Curtis? You see I've got this sneaky feeling deep down in my gut that you don't like the fresh perspective I've tried to present the world on one Diamond Dallas Kanyon. See everybody thinks they know who you are, you're just some jacked up hillbilly who likes to play dirty, right?
I say no, I say you're just a very sick man, and I don't mean sick as in violent, I mean sick as in you need help...and all of this, attacking a member of my family, an untrained wrestler, specifically just to get my attention must mean that you need MY help. Perhaps somewhere in the deep fractured recesses of your grief stricken mind, you already know this, perhaps somewhere deep inside of yourself, you know that I'm the only man who can get you the help you need.
After all, you've seen what I've been able to do for young Nathaniel, attacking my brother and guaranteeing yourself my undivided attention must have been your way of saying:
"Hey Ace, help me, help me like you helped Nathan Webb."
That boy needed time off to deal with his grief, to come to terms with what happened to his sister, to deal with the regret and remorse he felt at not being there when his sister needed him the most - and like you Kanyon, he was too proud to just ask for my help. Too proud to just admit that he needed the time off, that he was weak, and so I had to fracture his ankle just to get him to reconsider his postion. That was the second time I had to put young Nathaniel out for his own good.
I can imagine the look in your beady little eyes right now as you flare your nostrils up at me like some demented rhino poised to rush head long at me and bang me even harder than Kathy did last night because you're mad at me, how dare I expose your mental frailties to the world, but hey you must understand Kanyon that if I don't keep every psycho with a screw loose and delusions of being a wrestler in check around here, this place will become an asylum for those who need to work out their problems with a psychiatrist. This is the wrestling business, not a mental health clinic, and the sooner people start to realise that, the sooner Kelly can stop taking advantage of the mentally unhinged running around here, guys like yourself, Spike Kane, Nathan Webb, and Alysson Gardner.
You guys need the right kind of help from the right kind of people - people who are more qualified to deal with these kinds of problems, what you don't need is somebody like Kelly Knite who is more interested in profiting from each and every one of your collective cognitive deficiencies than she is about helping any of you. That is why she keeps so many certified nutjobs on her payroll. Sydney understands this, and she agrees with me, because she's just what this company needs - a breath of fresh air, a smart, young attractive woman to do the right thing for this business - it's just a shame so many people around here don't see her for the bright spark of intuition she possesses and instead they choose to dismiss her as just some geeky gamer girl who is way above her station.
That is why she contracted my services. She hired me to do what she knows I do best - to change people's perceptions, she wants to change the way people see her, she wants to show the world that she is every bit the shrewd business woman that her sister-in-law is - only smarter, and what better way to make her case than to do business with me. In return for supporting her cause, she supports mine - a new mental health initiative for which I am the screening process. I realise that it's not going to make me popular, that you're all still going to see me as the bad guy, the villian, for putting down your heroes, for taking them out of the game for their own good, but you all need to realise that for all your heroes, for all those brave soldiers who have fought the good fight for all of of you for far too long now, ring generals like Curtis D. Kanyon...
The war is finally over.
The only battle left for any of them now is the one that still rages on in each of their heads as their broken minds try to process and make sense of all that they've been through, fortunately for them however, the Hell burning in each of their minds has a clinical definition:
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I can only help them get what they need and help them I shall because I don't know about any of you, but I believe that all those people that haven't died as heroes out there on the battlefield still deserve the honour of being remembered as war heroes. Sunday Night, May 13rh 2012, I add another decorated name to the memorial list:
Ring General - Curtis D. Kanyon.
In memoriam of his recent services to my dear brother Jason, we offer him this salute, it's not quite the twenty one guns, but I think you will get the point...
With that, each of the Conway brothers step up to the camera, get their faces in real close and each raise a middle finger in a defiantly obscene salute to Curtis Kanyon.
The scene abruptly cuts to static.
