Post by The Ace on Jun 15, 2012 17:59:16 GMT -6
We hear the lyrics to Two Sides by Clawfinger accompany the pitch blackness of our opening scene.
Suddenly the music is cut off prematurely and we hear The Ace's voice echo in the darkness.
Do not adjust your sets, do not worry my child, you haven't accidentally tuned into a Joe Everyman promo, and for anybody who didn't quite get that, that's why I usually leave the pop culture references to men like Trent Helms, regardless I didn't want anybody thinking I was using a song just to pad out my air time, especially you Ken.
God knows you underestimate me enough already.
Honestly, what is it you expect me to say here, Ken? You lost the biggest prize in another promotion to me TWO YEARS AGO, and you're still butt-hurt about it? How exactly is that my problem Ken? Is that really why we're doing this? Is that really the reason we're stuck here warming up a Pay-Per-View? Is that really enough of a reason for me to want to tear you up infront of a crowd at half capacity because the other half are still filing in to make sure they don't miss the actual event?
Like you have already said, you've beaten me multiple times, not here, but hey it still counts, right? And just because I beat you the one time it actually mattered, the one time it actually meant something, the one time I took ten pounds of gold and leather from you, you can't handle it? You want payback for losing ONE match that nobody here in nCw has ever seen or even cares about?
God really is petty these days, isn't He?
You created me on that day, almost in your own image, and I never did thank you for it, did I? Well, I'm not about to start now either sunshine so I suggest you create yourself a bridge and get over it - because whilst you might be respected and feared in other places and by other people, here you mean pricisely dick because as blessed as you think you are as a performer in that ring, you haven't done diddly in nCw, and until you have, you'll always be in the dark around here...
Suddenly a click of the fingers is heard and a brilliant white light blinds us and stood as a sillhouette against it is The Ace as our eyes adjust to the changes. The Ace's voice still echoes in the light, but now seems to possess a more heavenly quality.
I used to be like you Ken, naive, stupid, clueless, intent on selling myself as an incarnation of Satan himself because I was delusional enough to believe it - but then I stopped believing...
Instead I evolved.
You are nothing special around here Ken, not yet, but you could be. You know, for as long as I have known you in this business, I was expecting something far more profound from a man who should be at least as enlightened as his self-professed moniker seems to suggest he is. Instead you chose to bore me with generic statements about how you're here to put the rest of us on notice - do you honestly believe anybody in the history of this business has ever believed it, despite hearing it from every green gilled rookie that's ever stepped through those company doors?
Hell half the time, the rookie himself doesn't believe it either. It's just something that sounds intimidating but really is pathetic and only the veterans know the truth - its a default statement when there is nothing else to say, but you still feel you need to say something - anything - if only to live up to your contractual obligations of cutting a promo. I shouldn't need to tell you that Ken, we've both been in this game long enough to know that that kind of Grade A, premium horsecrap doesn't fly.
So do me a favour Ken, stop being G-K-D, stop being G-O-D with a typo, and just be a man, just admit you're out of your depth in this company, just admit that you need my help, that you need my guidance - that you need to evolve to become so much more than you are right now. You put me over that night in that other promotion, you made me an established name - and now you expect me to do the same, don't you? You know I have the clout to do it around here, no doubt you've heard stories about how one match with me does wonders for people's fledgling careers. I was the spark that ignited the Ricky Johnson Grand Slam fireball - even if now he wants to spit in my face by going home.
My beatdown of Roberto Verona inspired him to come back stronger than ever and eventually step up and defeat the force of nature that is Xander Fulamaro, even if now he's too proud to admit it. My repeated shelving of your mental ward buddy Nathan Webb put him on Kelly's radar and got him a shot in the Coliseum - a shot that many, including myself, still don't believe he deserved. I forced Venom to realise his mortality, I humbled the legend...and if I can do all that for mere men....
Just imagine what I can do for the Godly.
The Ace finally steps forward to reveal himself decorated in the gold of all his former nCw glory. The nCw World Championship around his waist, the National Championship over his right shoulder, one half of the Tag Championship over his left shoulder, and the 2008 Road To The Gold trophy in his right hand.
I hope you can see the bigger picture here Ken, I hope you can see the light, I hope you can see how wrong you were to underestimate me and sell my prior achievements in this company short. It always pains me when the ignorant and the unaccomplished around here want to run down my successes. Over the years, I've come to expect it from the unenligtened mortals, but not from self-proclaimed Gods. You'd do well to remember Ken that...
As far as a flawed man like me has fallen.
An equally imperfect God can fall even further.
Tiffany sits down on her bed in the luxurious Conway home, feeling a bit out of place as a humble girl from Kansas, even though she was amongst family, there was times she felt so alone.
Tiffany holds the small velvet box in her hand, and looks at the simple scrawled hand-written note.
Tiffany, these are for you.
I hope you like them.
Tiffany raises an eyebrow, her curiousity peaked. She opens the box and looks at the twinkling teardrop earrings inside, and for a moment, her heart fluttered with the remnants of a memory - a fleeting night long since passed, passion remembered...
She closes the box and clutches it to her heart, whispering the one name her heart echoed, without rhyme , reason or logic...
Tiffany: Jake...
There's nothing a god can give to me that I can't give to myself
I put my beliefs in the things I believe and a god can take care of himself
There's not enough love in the world for me to think about wasting my time
It's not that I don't believe at all but I can't need a heavenly sing
I can achieve the things I need without getting down on my knees
I can respect your religion but I don't want to pay your fees
I don't want to hear you talk about things you think that I need
So don't help me back on my feet again until you can hear me plead
Just look in the holy book of crooks and tell me what you can find
All the rules and regulations made to manipulate your mind
Don't pretend that you're blind, just open your mind and study historical times
The bigger the loss
the bigger the cost
the bigger the cross
and its crimes
I put my beliefs in the things I believe and a god can take care of himself
There's not enough love in the world for me to think about wasting my time
It's not that I don't believe at all but I can't need a heavenly sing
I can achieve the things I need without getting down on my knees
I can respect your religion but I don't want to pay your fees
I don't want to hear you talk about things you think that I need
So don't help me back on my feet again until you can hear me plead
Just look in the holy book of crooks and tell me what you can find
All the rules and regulations made to manipulate your mind
Don't pretend that you're blind, just open your mind and study historical times
The bigger the loss
the bigger the cost
the bigger the cross
and its crimes
Suddenly the music is cut off prematurely and we hear The Ace's voice echo in the darkness.
Do not adjust your sets, do not worry my child, you haven't accidentally tuned into a Joe Everyman promo, and for anybody who didn't quite get that, that's why I usually leave the pop culture references to men like Trent Helms, regardless I didn't want anybody thinking I was using a song just to pad out my air time, especially you Ken.
God knows you underestimate me enough already.
Honestly, what is it you expect me to say here, Ken? You lost the biggest prize in another promotion to me TWO YEARS AGO, and you're still butt-hurt about it? How exactly is that my problem Ken? Is that really why we're doing this? Is that really the reason we're stuck here warming up a Pay-Per-View? Is that really enough of a reason for me to want to tear you up infront of a crowd at half capacity because the other half are still filing in to make sure they don't miss the actual event?
Like you have already said, you've beaten me multiple times, not here, but hey it still counts, right? And just because I beat you the one time it actually mattered, the one time it actually meant something, the one time I took ten pounds of gold and leather from you, you can't handle it? You want payback for losing ONE match that nobody here in nCw has ever seen or even cares about?
God really is petty these days, isn't He?
You created me on that day, almost in your own image, and I never did thank you for it, did I? Well, I'm not about to start now either sunshine so I suggest you create yourself a bridge and get over it - because whilst you might be respected and feared in other places and by other people, here you mean pricisely dick because as blessed as you think you are as a performer in that ring, you haven't done diddly in nCw, and until you have, you'll always be in the dark around here...
Suddenly a click of the fingers is heard and a brilliant white light blinds us and stood as a sillhouette against it is The Ace as our eyes adjust to the changes. The Ace's voice still echoes in the light, but now seems to possess a more heavenly quality.
I used to be like you Ken, naive, stupid, clueless, intent on selling myself as an incarnation of Satan himself because I was delusional enough to believe it - but then I stopped believing...
Instead I evolved.
You are nothing special around here Ken, not yet, but you could be. You know, for as long as I have known you in this business, I was expecting something far more profound from a man who should be at least as enlightened as his self-professed moniker seems to suggest he is. Instead you chose to bore me with generic statements about how you're here to put the rest of us on notice - do you honestly believe anybody in the history of this business has ever believed it, despite hearing it from every green gilled rookie that's ever stepped through those company doors?
Hell half the time, the rookie himself doesn't believe it either. It's just something that sounds intimidating but really is pathetic and only the veterans know the truth - its a default statement when there is nothing else to say, but you still feel you need to say something - anything - if only to live up to your contractual obligations of cutting a promo. I shouldn't need to tell you that Ken, we've both been in this game long enough to know that that kind of Grade A, premium horsecrap doesn't fly.
So do me a favour Ken, stop being G-K-D, stop being G-O-D with a typo, and just be a man, just admit you're out of your depth in this company, just admit that you need my help, that you need my guidance - that you need to evolve to become so much more than you are right now. You put me over that night in that other promotion, you made me an established name - and now you expect me to do the same, don't you? You know I have the clout to do it around here, no doubt you've heard stories about how one match with me does wonders for people's fledgling careers. I was the spark that ignited the Ricky Johnson Grand Slam fireball - even if now he wants to spit in my face by going home.
My beatdown of Roberto Verona inspired him to come back stronger than ever and eventually step up and defeat the force of nature that is Xander Fulamaro, even if now he's too proud to admit it. My repeated shelving of your mental ward buddy Nathan Webb put him on Kelly's radar and got him a shot in the Coliseum - a shot that many, including myself, still don't believe he deserved. I forced Venom to realise his mortality, I humbled the legend...and if I can do all that for mere men....
Just imagine what I can do for the Godly.
The Ace finally steps forward to reveal himself decorated in the gold of all his former nCw glory. The nCw World Championship around his waist, the National Championship over his right shoulder, one half of the Tag Championship over his left shoulder, and the 2008 Road To The Gold trophy in his right hand.
I hope you can see the bigger picture here Ken, I hope you can see the light, I hope you can see how wrong you were to underestimate me and sell my prior achievements in this company short. It always pains me when the ignorant and the unaccomplished around here want to run down my successes. Over the years, I've come to expect it from the unenligtened mortals, but not from self-proclaimed Gods. You'd do well to remember Ken that...
As far as a flawed man like me has fallen.
An equally imperfect God can fall even further.
Tiffany sits down on her bed in the luxurious Conway home, feeling a bit out of place as a humble girl from Kansas, even though she was amongst family, there was times she felt so alone.
Tiffany holds the small velvet box in her hand, and looks at the simple scrawled hand-written note.
Tiffany, these are for you.
I hope you like them.
Tiffany raises an eyebrow, her curiousity peaked. She opens the box and looks at the twinkling teardrop earrings inside, and for a moment, her heart fluttered with the remnants of a memory - a fleeting night long since passed, passion remembered...
She closes the box and clutches it to her heart, whispering the one name her heart echoed, without rhyme , reason or logic...
Tiffany: Jake...
