Post by The Ace on Nov 29, 2012 16:07:12 GMT -6
The scene opens with Jake Conway and Kathleen Conway sat on the bed side by side, Kathy has their two and a half year old daughter, Domino in her lap and both husband and wife are beaming down upon her as they watch her sleep.
A picture of beautiful innocence unaware of the rumbles of thunder that almost threatened to tear her parents apart less than a week ago. Sometimes I wish we never had to lose our innocence to the ravages of time. Enjoy it while you can darling, it will not last but I hope you hold onto it longer than I ever did...
Kathy: Adorable, isn't she?
Jake: Yes...
Kathy: I can see you in her, you know...
Jake: I can see you in her too...
Kathy: Whenever we have a problem and I get mad at you, I look at our babies, the lives we brought into the world together and they remind me we can weather any storm as long as we stick together...
Jake: I know we can, babe. We've been through so much already. Your injury rehabilitation, your coma, Tiffany's jealousy over what we have, Jason's accusations of having an affair with you behind my back, compared to all of that Mercedes Vargas isn't a storm, she's a light shower at best and a speed bump at worst. Everybody wants to try and rain on our parade because they're all jealous cynics who are so jaded to the world that they don't believe a love like ours can exist...
Kathy blinked. Her husband's take on the situation surprised her, he really did remember everything that has threatened to almost tear them apart over the years.
Kathy: But it does...
Jake nods at his wife as he smiles.
Jake: You can bet your peachy little ass it does, baby...
Kathy: I guess it is sad that if you ask most people they'll tell you true love is dead...
Jake: For most of them, it probably is, especially in this business, where people are too busy painting themselves as icons and saviours to actually admit they're still human, they still feel, they still hurt. God forbid the stone-faced, emotionless bastard act be dropped for a secoond to show real emotion, somehow that makes you weak, pathetic and worthy of ridicule. I used to be that naive too but now I'm confident our love will never die...
Kathy grins. She appreciated the sentiment, even found herself agreeing with it, but that didn't stop her wanting to hear her husband explain why he felt that way.
Kathy: Oh, and why is that?
Jake: Because every challenge we face, hand in hand, is just another stitch in the fabric of our protective vest...at this point, we're pretty much bullet-proof if you ask me...
Do I have your attention now?
As well as to the obvious audience for my promo, my opponent for Breaking Away this Sunday, two time current reigning and defending National Champion, Xavier Cross, that question goes out to everybody in NCW, and when I say everybody, I do mean everybody. Everybody from Kelly Knite and the roster to the camera monkeys and the incompetent officials in their black and white stripes of authority they can neither handle nor exercise properly.
You know its really a sad state of affairs in this company when I have to book my wife as an official to make a point to the seasoned referees in NCW, I hope you all took notes that somebody who's never refereed a match in her entire life still did a better job than half of you who are paid to count the three on a weekly basis.
But this isn't about whining and crying about being screwed out of the National Championship last month, this is about taking my opportunity, a second chance that so many of my critics have said that I don't deserve, and I'm sure Cross is leading that particular charge against me. Don't bust your nut over beating me Xavier, bust your nut over the fact that you managed to keep that title around your waist, you got lucky and you escaped with it...
The Ace mockingly claps the effort of Xavier Cross last month.
Grab your notepad and a pen Cross, take this all down because I realise that by saying what I've just said, I've given you an easy out if you lose your title to me this Sunday. You can spit the same things back at me, tell me how I got lucky and how it was all a fluke, and in your mind it won't matter if I beat you with a pinfall or if I twist you up and tie you into a bow ready for Christmas and make your piddly ass tap out like a bitch. If I beat you Cross, it'll all be a fluke in your eyes and then you can console yourself with the "fact"...
The Ace does the finger air quotes.
...that The Ace will never make it passed his first defense because he never has. After all I suck, don't I Cross? I'm not worth your time or your respect and God forbid you actually give me some credit for once, no, I'm just the guy who bores you to sleep with my promos right? I'm not a real threat to you, even if the last four weeks have proven something quite to the contrary.
Entertain the bleating sheep with some more of your childish humour book ended with sweet moments of your rockstar girlfriend, after all it worked so well for you last time. Let's ignore the fact that since you "successfully retained"...
Return of the finger quotes.
...that ten pounds of gold against me, I've pinned your ass to the mat for the 1...2...3 in a triple threat match without breaking a sweat and sitting half of the damn match out. Let's just gloss over the fact that I've whooped seven shades of Hell out of that piddly ass just because I could. I needed to make an example, I needed to channel my aggression after what Vargas tried to put my family and I through, and you, you were just there. Every bit the scapegoat for my frustrations and I make no apologies for that sunshine, especially not after the lack of respect you've shown me - a veteran, a man of my calibre. Newsflash, X, I'm not Andrew Jacobsen, if you try to take a piss on me I will not just sit there and gleefully bask in the glory of your golden shower and marvel at the size of your monkey nuts with a goofy grin...
If you take the piss out of me, I damn sure will make it my business to beat it out of you in return, I don't care if its between the bells of a sanctioned match or if its just outside of them. That's why they all hate me. That's why they all boo me. I'm the bad guy in all of this because I'm the only man in this company honest enough to show them all the truth. The truth that you are no saviour sunshine, how can you be? How can you save this company when you can barely even save yourself and your precious little title?
That's why Roberto and Kelly believe in me. That's why all the people who actually matter around here believe in me, they believe I can salvage the reputation of that title because they know that if I get it around my waist, I will defend it like a REAL Champion as opposed to just scuttling away with it saved by blown calls by incompetent officials when the going gets a little too tough.
For now I may well have sent you to sleep Xavier. Enjoy it while you can my boy because this Sunday I will snap you right out of it with one hell of a rude awakening...
A picture of beautiful innocence unaware of the rumbles of thunder that almost threatened to tear her parents apart less than a week ago. Sometimes I wish we never had to lose our innocence to the ravages of time. Enjoy it while you can darling, it will not last but I hope you hold onto it longer than I ever did...
Kathy: Adorable, isn't she?
Jake: Yes...
Kathy: I can see you in her, you know...
Jake: I can see you in her too...
Kathy: Whenever we have a problem and I get mad at you, I look at our babies, the lives we brought into the world together and they remind me we can weather any storm as long as we stick together...
Jake: I know we can, babe. We've been through so much already. Your injury rehabilitation, your coma, Tiffany's jealousy over what we have, Jason's accusations of having an affair with you behind my back, compared to all of that Mercedes Vargas isn't a storm, she's a light shower at best and a speed bump at worst. Everybody wants to try and rain on our parade because they're all jealous cynics who are so jaded to the world that they don't believe a love like ours can exist...
Kathy blinked. Her husband's take on the situation surprised her, he really did remember everything that has threatened to almost tear them apart over the years.
Kathy: But it does...
Jake nods at his wife as he smiles.
Jake: You can bet your peachy little ass it does, baby...
Kathy: I guess it is sad that if you ask most people they'll tell you true love is dead...
Jake: For most of them, it probably is, especially in this business, where people are too busy painting themselves as icons and saviours to actually admit they're still human, they still feel, they still hurt. God forbid the stone-faced, emotionless bastard act be dropped for a secoond to show real emotion, somehow that makes you weak, pathetic and worthy of ridicule. I used to be that naive too but now I'm confident our love will never die...
Kathy grins. She appreciated the sentiment, even found herself agreeing with it, but that didn't stop her wanting to hear her husband explain why he felt that way.
Kathy: Oh, and why is that?
Jake: Because every challenge we face, hand in hand, is just another stitch in the fabric of our protective vest...at this point, we're pretty much bullet-proof if you ask me...
Do I have your attention now?
As well as to the obvious audience for my promo, my opponent for Breaking Away this Sunday, two time current reigning and defending National Champion, Xavier Cross, that question goes out to everybody in NCW, and when I say everybody, I do mean everybody. Everybody from Kelly Knite and the roster to the camera monkeys and the incompetent officials in their black and white stripes of authority they can neither handle nor exercise properly.
You know its really a sad state of affairs in this company when I have to book my wife as an official to make a point to the seasoned referees in NCW, I hope you all took notes that somebody who's never refereed a match in her entire life still did a better job than half of you who are paid to count the three on a weekly basis.
But this isn't about whining and crying about being screwed out of the National Championship last month, this is about taking my opportunity, a second chance that so many of my critics have said that I don't deserve, and I'm sure Cross is leading that particular charge against me. Don't bust your nut over beating me Xavier, bust your nut over the fact that you managed to keep that title around your waist, you got lucky and you escaped with it...
The Ace mockingly claps the effort of Xavier Cross last month.
Grab your notepad and a pen Cross, take this all down because I realise that by saying what I've just said, I've given you an easy out if you lose your title to me this Sunday. You can spit the same things back at me, tell me how I got lucky and how it was all a fluke, and in your mind it won't matter if I beat you with a pinfall or if I twist you up and tie you into a bow ready for Christmas and make your piddly ass tap out like a bitch. If I beat you Cross, it'll all be a fluke in your eyes and then you can console yourself with the "fact"...
The Ace does the finger air quotes.
...that The Ace will never make it passed his first defense because he never has. After all I suck, don't I Cross? I'm not worth your time or your respect and God forbid you actually give me some credit for once, no, I'm just the guy who bores you to sleep with my promos right? I'm not a real threat to you, even if the last four weeks have proven something quite to the contrary.
Entertain the bleating sheep with some more of your childish humour book ended with sweet moments of your rockstar girlfriend, after all it worked so well for you last time. Let's ignore the fact that since you "successfully retained"...
Return of the finger quotes.
...that ten pounds of gold against me, I've pinned your ass to the mat for the 1...2...3 in a triple threat match without breaking a sweat and sitting half of the damn match out. Let's just gloss over the fact that I've whooped seven shades of Hell out of that piddly ass just because I could. I needed to make an example, I needed to channel my aggression after what Vargas tried to put my family and I through, and you, you were just there. Every bit the scapegoat for my frustrations and I make no apologies for that sunshine, especially not after the lack of respect you've shown me - a veteran, a man of my calibre. Newsflash, X, I'm not Andrew Jacobsen, if you try to take a piss on me I will not just sit there and gleefully bask in the glory of your golden shower and marvel at the size of your monkey nuts with a goofy grin...
If you take the piss out of me, I damn sure will make it my business to beat it out of you in return, I don't care if its between the bells of a sanctioned match or if its just outside of them. That's why they all hate me. That's why they all boo me. I'm the bad guy in all of this because I'm the only man in this company honest enough to show them all the truth. The truth that you are no saviour sunshine, how can you be? How can you save this company when you can barely even save yourself and your precious little title?
That's why Roberto and Kelly believe in me. That's why all the people who actually matter around here believe in me, they believe I can salvage the reputation of that title because they know that if I get it around my waist, I will defend it like a REAL Champion as opposed to just scuttling away with it saved by blown calls by incompetent officials when the going gets a little too tough.
For now I may well have sent you to sleep Xavier. Enjoy it while you can my boy because this Sunday I will snap you right out of it with one hell of a rude awakening...
