Post by The Ace on Feb 26, 2008 15:48:34 GMT -6
The scene opens in a bar, inside The Ace is sat at a table opposite his good friend of many years and former tag team partner, Perry Hewitt...The Ace has not touched his pint and instead is mindlessly shuffling a deck of cards as he listens to Perry...*
Perry: So about three years ago, I quit the business and decided to invest in my own company, it worked like a charm because I am now worth millions....
Great stuff...
Perry: What's eating you dude? That pint's been stewing there for a good twenty minutes, you haven't touched a drop...
Tiffany...
Perry: What about her? I thought you two love birds would be happy...
She is...
Perry: And you're not?
I don't know to be honest with you, Perry...
Perry: Then why did you accept her proposal?
Because it was a chance to get laid...
Perry: Ah I see, and you never miss one of those...
Nope...
Perry: Surely there are easier ways...
Probably, but I don't have that kind of cash to blow...
Perry: You're a tag champ, you're on your way to becoming a number one contender for the nCw World Heavyweight Championship, you have a beautiful daughter, a loving fiance, what's there not to be happy about?
*The Ace shrugs*
Perry: Listen dude, I don't know what's going through your head, but don't blow this opportunity, you have to win Sunday...I mean come on its only Ricky Johnson, John Anthony, Joe Everyman, Sexy Jason and Dave...
Holland...
Perry: Exactly...
*The Ace finally takes a hearty drink from his glass...*
The man I've never beaten...
Perry: Don't sweat it, I mean sure people hype him as the better Holland, but look how much hype there was around the Brothers collectively, and you still beat them, a few weeks ago, you pinned Milo, believe me its only a matter of time before you beat Dave aswell...
I suppose you're right, he has been on a bit of a losing streak lately, and last week even after an impressive showing against Lance, he still lost...but the fact remains, he is the only man to ever make me officially tap out, in five years no one else can make that claim, and I'm sure he's not worried about me because of it...
Perry: It was bound to happen sooner or later, and at least it wasn't to a lesser man, but maybe just maybe for what happened at the least PPV, you can have revenge and make him tap out this PPV...after all, what goes around...
Comes around...
*The Ace grins as he drinks*
Perry: Precisely...
How apt an analogy for the cylindrical cage that will be the steel hell for all five men who step into the ring against the Face of Satan...don't you think so, Dave? The fact is this matcch is a crap shoot, unpredictable, random by nature, the ultimate game of chance...
*The Ace looks dead into the camera*
Perry: And he's off in promo mode...
*The Ace smirks at his long time friend*
And like all games of chance, you never can be certain what will happen, and being of the prolific gambling mind that I am, I wouldn't have it any other way, you see it doesn't matter to me whether I'm first out of the blocks or sixth, I understand the laws of chance enough to know that even a seemingly foregone impossibility can come to light... Dave, I bet a great deal many of your fans say its going to be impossible for me to beat you on Sunday, and to their credit they have five years of irrefutable evidence to back up that claim, but they forget that on Sunday, the past five years of history between us won't matter, because I will be one of the five men to whom you are the greatest threat, both on paper and in reality...and infact if we really cut down to brass tacks for a moment, I don't think its any stretch of the imagination to say we are the bread and butter of this match, the rest are just a sandwich filler, some bodies to make up the numbers, it might begin with us, it might end with us...all I know is we were the first two men to be picked for gladiatorial combat, because we have each spent years raising the standards, setting the bar for those that followed, and to this date, as good as I have been, you have always been that much better...
*The Ace finishes off his pint*
But at the very heart of life is change...everything changes...from common beginnings we have shared a vision Dave, our careers were both defined by being the heart breakers in this business, and just because you had a head start on me, I was always the Dave Holland wannabe, the poor man's Holland, I was and have always been second best to you...because you have always remained one step ahead of me in this game...but like I said Dave, everything changes, and don't you kid yourself...this Sunday, that too will change...
*The Ace smirks*
Now I know it is often said that the more things change, the more they stay the same, and from those common roots, our roads have diverged, taking vastly different paths and yet here we are at the same point, at the same cross road...years ago, nobody would have ever thought of us as family men, yet here I am, with Tiffany, my fifth fiance, and the mother of my first child...and then there's you, married to your secretary - any working man's ideal fantasy and you're expecting your first child...and it is because I am thinking of your growing family Dave that I say, this Sunday will be the day I put you on the shelf, and grant you the time and opportunity to be there for your child's birth...I missed the birth of my daughter, I cannot tell you how much I regret it, and it is because I do that I cannot allow you to get so caught up in the fantasy of being a World Champion that you miss yours...there is no need to thank me yet Dave, I shall have all the thanks I need this Sunday when you will fall to your knees and beg for salvation and mercy, nobody who ever steps into a six man steel cell with me leaves the same...infact I'm almost as comfortable in these types of environments as I am in ladder matches, hell five years ago my very first match was in a six man Devil's Playground match, so whilst this match may be a first for nCw, for me it only is a variation on a theme - a new name, a new shape perhaps, but still similiar enough in brutality and aim for me to claim experience, an experience that can not be substituted for and an experience nobody will ever forget...
*The Ace laughs*
I may not have always walked away with the victory but I have made history in Steel Hell matches, Hexagonal Hell matches and Annhiliation Complexes - all steel structures that housed six men, and none of them left any of us unmarked...psychologically...even physically...and this Sunday will be no different...for you see even though this demonic structure isn't suffixed with 'Hell' or prefixed with 'Devil', make no mistake that by the end of it you all will believe in both...history has shown that the Colosseum was just Hell renamed aand brought before the masses who revelled in its bloodshed and torture, and even now, centuries on, this reincarnation will be no different...only it will be brought to those millions spanning the globe in high definition no less, as well as the thousands in attendance in the arena, for such is the modern miracle of television...
*The Ace picks out a card at random from the deck, it is the Two of Diamonds...The Ace smiles...*
Dave, as I've already said, the more we change, the more we stay the same, and in this modern day Colosseum, we are the two lions to be unleeashed for the pleasure of Emperor Fox and his loyal subjects, not only because we both have the pride and heart, the drive to excel at what we do...but also because we have the opportunity to feast on four hapless Christian souls, not necessarily because we want to, no, more because that is the nature of the job we must do on Sunday, and then just like any two predators, when we run out of prey, we will turn on each other, driven by the primal instinct to succeed, to conquer, to prove who is the fittest of the fit for that is the law of Nature...
*The Ace grins*
From this cross road, we shall again diverge on to different paths, I will soldier onward to glory and you shall limp onward to your brother's side and once again try to convince him you deserve another shot at the tag team titles for that is your habitat, a niche I have stolen from you already...I am the new Sovereign of your world Holland, and this Sunday I will become the new Sovereign of this World...and you will bow to me Dave, just as your brother before you did when I exposed the jewel in his crown...but fear not, the Hollands will not be alone in my kingdom, they will all bow...and worship me as I take the step towards my throne, Spike, Lance and Jack are the three pillars of nCw but they are also the greatest pretenders to my inevitable rule as the Sovereign of nCw... and thusly it will not matter which one of them is unfortunate enough to dance with the devil, the end result then, just as it shall be on Sunday, will be my victory...five years of waiting to knock Dave Holland off a pedestal he should never have had the right to is almost over, I will beat you Dave, I swear, I will beat you or else consider my last breath, my last drop of blood, my last bead of sweat to be shed in the most noble of causes and ambitions, like any true gladiator would, be he of the the past, present or future...
*The Ace sighs*
But as much as I would like to describe how I will make all this come to pass, I fear that talking about you further at this point in time would only serve to fuel your already boystrous and inflated ego...so I shall move on to address next John Anthony - a man who took a hiatus not so long ago, only to seemingly come back stronger and beat the current World Heavyweight Champion, Spike Kane, now I wouldn't dare be so presumptious as to call it a fluke as lesser men might, but as good a stead as that victory has put you, should you walk out victorious on Sunday...the momentum and the experience of beating Spike Kane will only really be of any use if Spike walks out with the title on Sunday...now to me, that looks doubtful given that a respected Hall of Famer and a bonafide maniac have him in their crosshairs, and yes it may infact turn out to be NWS against the Empire all over again, but that is not what concerns me...what concerns me is how any man who has made a career out of choking when it comes to World Championships can be expected to make a fair and unbiased call in a World Championship match...factor in the referee's history with all three men and the fact that Davey has only ever really been on the same page as Jack Manson, then you begin to see how murky the water really is...but my point is simple, I have beaten all four of these men, three of them relatively recently so I know I can go toe to toe with any of them and come out on top, John you cannot make such a claim and I would argue that you only really stand a chance of becoming nCw World Champion if Spike Kane is victorious on Sunday, anyone else and you will be in trouble...
*The Ace laughs*
But I digress, you see John, you and I were once stable mates in the New Empire, we were happy to be lead by Spike Kane until he betrayed us and that annoying little runt brother of his took charge, the point is I learned a lot about you then, as I'm sure you did about me, you see a man can learn much from a friend turned enemy... and as I learned to outsmart you, just as I did in our last encounter, but I know what you're thinking, this time I will not have any rules to bend or break or twist into my victory, and to be honest with you John, I like it that way, its when I am most dangerous, most ruthless, most uncaring...
*The Ace laughs sadistically*
Speaking of being uncaring, Kathy, what a mistake you made my dear by choosing to stay with Jason, the man who has spent the past few weeks coming out a little worse for wear in all of his matches, yet being the stubborn loser that he is, the man refuses to take a hint...and now it comes down to this - the rubber match, we're one a piece, but at Sovereign, something will have to give, how apt it is that the Colosseum should be our rubber match because I will bounce him from wall to wall in that cell - my other former stable mate you are Jason, and just like John, I know you better than you think, you can partly thank Kathy for that I guess - she was extremely fond of slipping out her tongue among other things when we were tucked up under the sheets and I was rocking her world - the secrets imparted between lovers run deep - and it is their exploitation that shall guarantee your loss this Sunday, I know Kathy still dreams of me even if she wont admit it, but whilst she dreams of me, after Sovereign, I will be the fabric of your nightmares my friend... night after night you will recall how I tore your flesh inside that steel chamber, but you will be able to take solace from the fact that Kathy wasn't the only one I screwed until she bled like a little bitch...
*The Ace laughs*
After Sovereign, you may aswell drop the 'S' and call yourself Exy Jason, because if you get in my way, I will end your career, you will be an ex nCw superstar and an ex Xtreme Champion, you think you define Xtreme just because you carry then pounds of gold around your waist? Boy, you have no idea what Xtreme really is but I promise you, after Sunday you will know...you will know all too well...because John, Jason, just as the original Colosseum saw the height of the Roman Empire, so too will its descendant see the re-emergence of the greatest Empire the world has or will ever know, greater than our new Empire ever was - the British Empire...will be reborn, and I shall usher in this new era with the nCw World Heavyweight Championship...
*The Ace smirks*
I will not fail, unlike Ricky Johnson, how poetic it is that last week you dropped the ball to Angel and this week you will drop it again to the Devil...you see I don't even know what you're doing in this match to be honest, I mean sure you were a pretty pathetic National Champion and a mediocre X-Division Champion, but don't think for one second that you have ever proven yourself to be worthy of a World Champion...at least not to me, the man who will be your judge, jury and executioner at Sovereign...infact the only thing you have ever proven to me is that you blow every single multiman match that features you and I...and quite frankly, you'd be a fool to even think that this Sunday was going to be any different....so whilst I do admire your taste in women, when it comes to wrestling, there is nothing of yours that is worthy of my admiration...
*The Ace grins*
Speaking of admiration, we now come to a man who impressed me this past week by taking the National Championship away from a man who had made it his niche, Joe, you certainly are the dark horse in this match, the last minute surprise, and though the last time we faced off we were the rookies of nCw who drew against each other, now we are Champions, we have proven ourselves to be winners when the stakes really count, we have both beaten Milo Holland and Jack Manson, two of the so called top dogs here in nCw...but unfortunately for you, as good a horse as you are, you just don't match up to The Blonde Stallion...you have your bundle of hay already, this Sunday I shall have mine...its really simple Joe, the fact is that not every man is born to be a gladiator, not every man can become a king, and not every man will be remembered as a Sovereign...
*The Ace smirks*
You see the odds really do favour the gambler, this is my type of match, the random chance element is what excites a gambler like me most - we are six chambers of the same revolver, but ultimately, just as in any game of Russian Roulette, only one of us will have the shot, only one of us will be the bullet to kill the competition and only one of us will have the die that are fully loaded...
*Perry interrupts at this point*
Perry: Ah hello Mr Conway...
*The Ace turns to face his friend and is shocked to discover that his father just walked over...*
Dad?
Dad: Hello Perry. Hey Sport, what are you doing here?
I could ask you the same question...
Dad: Well Jake, we know you wont be home for Mother's Day this Sunday, so your mother insisted we come out here and visit you instead, Perry let us knew where you'd be, and your mother asked me to come get you...she's waiting outside...let's go...
*The Ace and Perry get up and follow Thomas Conway outside, where Margaret Conway immediately hugs her eldest son...*
Mom: Now where's my grand daughter?
At the hotel with Tiffany...
Mom: Excellent, what are we waiting for?
Dad: Congratulations on doing the right thing son...
Mom: Yeah, I just hope you actually make it down the aisle with this one...
Uh...come on, Solitaire's going to be so happy to see you...
*The Ace hurries his parents along in the hopes of avoiding anymore talk of marriage, he couldn't tell them he was already having second thoughts...the camera fades away...*
Perry: So about three years ago, I quit the business and decided to invest in my own company, it worked like a charm because I am now worth millions....
Great stuff...
Perry: What's eating you dude? That pint's been stewing there for a good twenty minutes, you haven't touched a drop...
Tiffany...
Perry: What about her? I thought you two love birds would be happy...
She is...
Perry: And you're not?
I don't know to be honest with you, Perry...
Perry: Then why did you accept her proposal?
Because it was a chance to get laid...
Perry: Ah I see, and you never miss one of those...
Nope...
Perry: Surely there are easier ways...
Probably, but I don't have that kind of cash to blow...
Perry: You're a tag champ, you're on your way to becoming a number one contender for the nCw World Heavyweight Championship, you have a beautiful daughter, a loving fiance, what's there not to be happy about?
*The Ace shrugs*
Perry: Listen dude, I don't know what's going through your head, but don't blow this opportunity, you have to win Sunday...I mean come on its only Ricky Johnson, John Anthony, Joe Everyman, Sexy Jason and Dave...
Holland...
Perry: Exactly...
*The Ace finally takes a hearty drink from his glass...*
The man I've never beaten...
Perry: Don't sweat it, I mean sure people hype him as the better Holland, but look how much hype there was around the Brothers collectively, and you still beat them, a few weeks ago, you pinned Milo, believe me its only a matter of time before you beat Dave aswell...
I suppose you're right, he has been on a bit of a losing streak lately, and last week even after an impressive showing against Lance, he still lost...but the fact remains, he is the only man to ever make me officially tap out, in five years no one else can make that claim, and I'm sure he's not worried about me because of it...
Perry: It was bound to happen sooner or later, and at least it wasn't to a lesser man, but maybe just maybe for what happened at the least PPV, you can have revenge and make him tap out this PPV...after all, what goes around...
Comes around...
*The Ace grins as he drinks*
Perry: Precisely...
How apt an analogy for the cylindrical cage that will be the steel hell for all five men who step into the ring against the Face of Satan...don't you think so, Dave? The fact is this matcch is a crap shoot, unpredictable, random by nature, the ultimate game of chance...
*The Ace looks dead into the camera*
Perry: And he's off in promo mode...
*The Ace smirks at his long time friend*
And like all games of chance, you never can be certain what will happen, and being of the prolific gambling mind that I am, I wouldn't have it any other way, you see it doesn't matter to me whether I'm first out of the blocks or sixth, I understand the laws of chance enough to know that even a seemingly foregone impossibility can come to light... Dave, I bet a great deal many of your fans say its going to be impossible for me to beat you on Sunday, and to their credit they have five years of irrefutable evidence to back up that claim, but they forget that on Sunday, the past five years of history between us won't matter, because I will be one of the five men to whom you are the greatest threat, both on paper and in reality...and infact if we really cut down to brass tacks for a moment, I don't think its any stretch of the imagination to say we are the bread and butter of this match, the rest are just a sandwich filler, some bodies to make up the numbers, it might begin with us, it might end with us...all I know is we were the first two men to be picked for gladiatorial combat, because we have each spent years raising the standards, setting the bar for those that followed, and to this date, as good as I have been, you have always been that much better...
*The Ace finishes off his pint*
But at the very heart of life is change...everything changes...from common beginnings we have shared a vision Dave, our careers were both defined by being the heart breakers in this business, and just because you had a head start on me, I was always the Dave Holland wannabe, the poor man's Holland, I was and have always been second best to you...because you have always remained one step ahead of me in this game...but like I said Dave, everything changes, and don't you kid yourself...this Sunday, that too will change...
*The Ace smirks*
Now I know it is often said that the more things change, the more they stay the same, and from those common roots, our roads have diverged, taking vastly different paths and yet here we are at the same point, at the same cross road...years ago, nobody would have ever thought of us as family men, yet here I am, with Tiffany, my fifth fiance, and the mother of my first child...and then there's you, married to your secretary - any working man's ideal fantasy and you're expecting your first child...and it is because I am thinking of your growing family Dave that I say, this Sunday will be the day I put you on the shelf, and grant you the time and opportunity to be there for your child's birth...I missed the birth of my daughter, I cannot tell you how much I regret it, and it is because I do that I cannot allow you to get so caught up in the fantasy of being a World Champion that you miss yours...there is no need to thank me yet Dave, I shall have all the thanks I need this Sunday when you will fall to your knees and beg for salvation and mercy, nobody who ever steps into a six man steel cell with me leaves the same...infact I'm almost as comfortable in these types of environments as I am in ladder matches, hell five years ago my very first match was in a six man Devil's Playground match, so whilst this match may be a first for nCw, for me it only is a variation on a theme - a new name, a new shape perhaps, but still similiar enough in brutality and aim for me to claim experience, an experience that can not be substituted for and an experience nobody will ever forget...
*The Ace laughs*
I may not have always walked away with the victory but I have made history in Steel Hell matches, Hexagonal Hell matches and Annhiliation Complexes - all steel structures that housed six men, and none of them left any of us unmarked...psychologically...even physically...and this Sunday will be no different...for you see even though this demonic structure isn't suffixed with 'Hell' or prefixed with 'Devil', make no mistake that by the end of it you all will believe in both...history has shown that the Colosseum was just Hell renamed aand brought before the masses who revelled in its bloodshed and torture, and even now, centuries on, this reincarnation will be no different...only it will be brought to those millions spanning the globe in high definition no less, as well as the thousands in attendance in the arena, for such is the modern miracle of television...
*The Ace picks out a card at random from the deck, it is the Two of Diamonds...The Ace smiles...*
Dave, as I've already said, the more we change, the more we stay the same, and in this modern day Colosseum, we are the two lions to be unleeashed for the pleasure of Emperor Fox and his loyal subjects, not only because we both have the pride and heart, the drive to excel at what we do...but also because we have the opportunity to feast on four hapless Christian souls, not necessarily because we want to, no, more because that is the nature of the job we must do on Sunday, and then just like any two predators, when we run out of prey, we will turn on each other, driven by the primal instinct to succeed, to conquer, to prove who is the fittest of the fit for that is the law of Nature...
*The Ace grins*
From this cross road, we shall again diverge on to different paths, I will soldier onward to glory and you shall limp onward to your brother's side and once again try to convince him you deserve another shot at the tag team titles for that is your habitat, a niche I have stolen from you already...I am the new Sovereign of your world Holland, and this Sunday I will become the new Sovereign of this World...and you will bow to me Dave, just as your brother before you did when I exposed the jewel in his crown...but fear not, the Hollands will not be alone in my kingdom, they will all bow...and worship me as I take the step towards my throne, Spike, Lance and Jack are the three pillars of nCw but they are also the greatest pretenders to my inevitable rule as the Sovereign of nCw... and thusly it will not matter which one of them is unfortunate enough to dance with the devil, the end result then, just as it shall be on Sunday, will be my victory...five years of waiting to knock Dave Holland off a pedestal he should never have had the right to is almost over, I will beat you Dave, I swear, I will beat you or else consider my last breath, my last drop of blood, my last bead of sweat to be shed in the most noble of causes and ambitions, like any true gladiator would, be he of the the past, present or future...
*The Ace sighs*
But as much as I would like to describe how I will make all this come to pass, I fear that talking about you further at this point in time would only serve to fuel your already boystrous and inflated ego...so I shall move on to address next John Anthony - a man who took a hiatus not so long ago, only to seemingly come back stronger and beat the current World Heavyweight Champion, Spike Kane, now I wouldn't dare be so presumptious as to call it a fluke as lesser men might, but as good a stead as that victory has put you, should you walk out victorious on Sunday...the momentum and the experience of beating Spike Kane will only really be of any use if Spike walks out with the title on Sunday...now to me, that looks doubtful given that a respected Hall of Famer and a bonafide maniac have him in their crosshairs, and yes it may infact turn out to be NWS against the Empire all over again, but that is not what concerns me...what concerns me is how any man who has made a career out of choking when it comes to World Championships can be expected to make a fair and unbiased call in a World Championship match...factor in the referee's history with all three men and the fact that Davey has only ever really been on the same page as Jack Manson, then you begin to see how murky the water really is...but my point is simple, I have beaten all four of these men, three of them relatively recently so I know I can go toe to toe with any of them and come out on top, John you cannot make such a claim and I would argue that you only really stand a chance of becoming nCw World Champion if Spike Kane is victorious on Sunday, anyone else and you will be in trouble...
*The Ace laughs*
But I digress, you see John, you and I were once stable mates in the New Empire, we were happy to be lead by Spike Kane until he betrayed us and that annoying little runt brother of his took charge, the point is I learned a lot about you then, as I'm sure you did about me, you see a man can learn much from a friend turned enemy... and as I learned to outsmart you, just as I did in our last encounter, but I know what you're thinking, this time I will not have any rules to bend or break or twist into my victory, and to be honest with you John, I like it that way, its when I am most dangerous, most ruthless, most uncaring...
*The Ace laughs sadistically*
Speaking of being uncaring, Kathy, what a mistake you made my dear by choosing to stay with Jason, the man who has spent the past few weeks coming out a little worse for wear in all of his matches, yet being the stubborn loser that he is, the man refuses to take a hint...and now it comes down to this - the rubber match, we're one a piece, but at Sovereign, something will have to give, how apt it is that the Colosseum should be our rubber match because I will bounce him from wall to wall in that cell - my other former stable mate you are Jason, and just like John, I know you better than you think, you can partly thank Kathy for that I guess - she was extremely fond of slipping out her tongue among other things when we were tucked up under the sheets and I was rocking her world - the secrets imparted between lovers run deep - and it is their exploitation that shall guarantee your loss this Sunday, I know Kathy still dreams of me even if she wont admit it, but whilst she dreams of me, after Sovereign, I will be the fabric of your nightmares my friend... night after night you will recall how I tore your flesh inside that steel chamber, but you will be able to take solace from the fact that Kathy wasn't the only one I screwed until she bled like a little bitch...
*The Ace laughs*
After Sovereign, you may aswell drop the 'S' and call yourself Exy Jason, because if you get in my way, I will end your career, you will be an ex nCw superstar and an ex Xtreme Champion, you think you define Xtreme just because you carry then pounds of gold around your waist? Boy, you have no idea what Xtreme really is but I promise you, after Sunday you will know...you will know all too well...because John, Jason, just as the original Colosseum saw the height of the Roman Empire, so too will its descendant see the re-emergence of the greatest Empire the world has or will ever know, greater than our new Empire ever was - the British Empire...will be reborn, and I shall usher in this new era with the nCw World Heavyweight Championship...
*The Ace smirks*
I will not fail, unlike Ricky Johnson, how poetic it is that last week you dropped the ball to Angel and this week you will drop it again to the Devil...you see I don't even know what you're doing in this match to be honest, I mean sure you were a pretty pathetic National Champion and a mediocre X-Division Champion, but don't think for one second that you have ever proven yourself to be worthy of a World Champion...at least not to me, the man who will be your judge, jury and executioner at Sovereign...infact the only thing you have ever proven to me is that you blow every single multiman match that features you and I...and quite frankly, you'd be a fool to even think that this Sunday was going to be any different....so whilst I do admire your taste in women, when it comes to wrestling, there is nothing of yours that is worthy of my admiration...
*The Ace grins*
Speaking of admiration, we now come to a man who impressed me this past week by taking the National Championship away from a man who had made it his niche, Joe, you certainly are the dark horse in this match, the last minute surprise, and though the last time we faced off we were the rookies of nCw who drew against each other, now we are Champions, we have proven ourselves to be winners when the stakes really count, we have both beaten Milo Holland and Jack Manson, two of the so called top dogs here in nCw...but unfortunately for you, as good a horse as you are, you just don't match up to The Blonde Stallion...you have your bundle of hay already, this Sunday I shall have mine...its really simple Joe, the fact is that not every man is born to be a gladiator, not every man can become a king, and not every man will be remembered as a Sovereign...
*The Ace smirks*
You see the odds really do favour the gambler, this is my type of match, the random chance element is what excites a gambler like me most - we are six chambers of the same revolver, but ultimately, just as in any game of Russian Roulette, only one of us will have the shot, only one of us will be the bullet to kill the competition and only one of us will have the die that are fully loaded...
*Perry interrupts at this point*
Perry: Ah hello Mr Conway...
*The Ace turns to face his friend and is shocked to discover that his father just walked over...*
Dad?
Dad: Hello Perry. Hey Sport, what are you doing here?
I could ask you the same question...
Dad: Well Jake, we know you wont be home for Mother's Day this Sunday, so your mother insisted we come out here and visit you instead, Perry let us knew where you'd be, and your mother asked me to come get you...she's waiting outside...let's go...
*The Ace and Perry get up and follow Thomas Conway outside, where Margaret Conway immediately hugs her eldest son...*
Mom: Now where's my grand daughter?
At the hotel with Tiffany...
Mom: Excellent, what are we waiting for?
Dad: Congratulations on doing the right thing son...
Mom: Yeah, I just hope you actually make it down the aisle with this one...
Uh...come on, Solitaire's going to be so happy to see you...
*The Ace hurries his parents along in the hopes of avoiding anymore talk of marriage, he couldn't tell them he was already having second thoughts...the camera fades away...*
