Post by The Ace on Feb 8, 2013 21:02:02 GMT -6
The Monday morning after Metamorphosis and Jake Conway was walking gingerly on the beach, along side his youngest brother, Jason. Jake Conway is heavily battered and bruised and swollen, all after affects of one of the most dangerous and physically demanding matches in NCW history, the Dragon's Den. He was physically patched up but it was obvious he was nowhere near one hundred per cent. Jason looks at his brother as he grimaces with each step, Jake stumbles and Jason instinctively reaches out to help his elder brother, but Jake stops him.
Jake: I'm fine.
Jason: Perhaps...but you're also one stubborn git, you know that, right?
Jake: Maybe, but I'm also a three time National Champion now.
Jason: Maybe you'll get some of the long overdue respect of your peers now.
Jake: If I ever wrestled for their respect, I'd never be able to retire because I'd never be able to change their opinion of me.
Jason: Is it ever really worth it then? Because to hear you talk, it sure doesn't sound like it.
Jake: Oh yeah, it's worth it. To share a distinction with Joe Everyman. That's the dream of every wrestler in NCW.
Jake starts to chuckle but soon thinks better of it, because it hurts like hell.
Jake: Awwww! Son of a -
Jake stops and decides to sit down very slowly on the sand. Jason stops and sits next to his brother, looking at him earnestly.
Jason: I.m serious, Jake. You've put your body through Hell wrestling most days of the week for almost ten years now. Why do you continue to do it?
Jake looks out, beyond the sea for a moment, allowing the wind to whip his hair. Jake's silence when confronted with the question spoke volumes.
Jason: That's what I thought. How much longer will you keep up this insanity?
Jake answers without facing his brother, lost in the sea before him.
Jake: Not forever.
Jason sighs and shakes his head, having heard his brother give this same non-commital response every time the subject had been brought up in the past.
Jason: That's what you always say.
Jake knew then that something was bothering his youngest brother. Jake turns to face him and puts a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder, in spite of the pain that shot through him to perform such a simple act.
Jake: What is it, Jase?
Jason then meets his eldest brother's gaze.
Jason: I just....I feel like crap.
Jake smiles.
Jake: That makes two of us.
Jason: Jake. I've got to tell you something and I don't think you're going to like it. Just know I never meant for any of it to happen, and I certainly didn't mean to hurt anybody and I'm sorry if I have...
Jake: Jason, you're rambling...
Jason: I'm sorry. I just feel like I've let you down and abused your trust. Last week, after the sentencing. After I drove Kay home...I got very drunk, and very stupid. I kissed her...
Jason looked at his brother, expecting a reaction that was the complete opposite of the one he got. Jake grinned.
Jake: I was wondering when you'd get around to telling me that.
Jason: You knew? She told you?
Jake nods, confirming his brother's suspicion.
Jake: There's a reason she's my Queen of Diamonds. We have no secrets. Of course I know. I've been plotting your doom for the past week!
Jason: Well now that I'm done giving myself a heart attack over that guilty little secret, I feel it only fair to tell you I've reached a decision. I feel that coming back here for Metamorphosis was a sign that I'm ready to come home. I will not be coming back to Vegas with you and Kathy, I think its best for everybody if I try and put this all behind me and try to move on with my life.
Jake blinks in mock disbelief.
Jake: That's an awfully grown up attitude for you.
Jason laughs.
Jason: I know. It shocked me too.
Jake: Don't think you can escape your penalty that easily. I'll still get you when you least expect it and it will be epic!
Both brothers grin at this.
Jake: But seriously man, I appreciate your honesty. Just know that my door is always open for you. You're always welcome home.
Jason: I know...and I appreciate it, brother...
A loud air raid siren penetrates the darkness as our attention is drawn to the shimmering yellow diamond that shines on as it houses the four Aces. Two parallel roads of twinkling yellow diamond studs seem to only enhance its glow as the drums and guitars of 'Indestructible' by Disturbed are introduced. Before the lyrics can begin however, they are interrupted by Tribal Ink's "I'm A Liar".
I'm a liar
I'm a liar
A denier
The lights are slowly brought up to reveal the back of the brand new and now three time NCW National Champion, The Ace's brand new redesigned but still extraordinarily egotistical jacket, who stands before you with his arms outstretched, every bit the Jesus that all you sheep wanted to crucify and deny before Metamorphosis.
Yeah, Liar! Liar!
Liar! Liar!
Come on, that's right.
The music is cut as he turns around and the bruised and stitched up grinning face of the most honest man on the entire NCW roster greets us. Jake has a band aid on his forehead. Some of his injuries are partially obscured by his yellow tinted shades. He gestures to the National Championship that is hung around his waist, before putting up three fingers on his right hand.
Some people choose to believe in Davey Ortega.
Some people choose to believe in Joe Everyman.
The rest of you chose to believe in Andrew Jacobsen at Metamorphosis.
And history has routinely shown these men, your heroes, to be liars. How ironic it is then that none of you will ever believe in the most honest man on the entire NCW roster. Davey Ortega will tell you every week that this time his comeback means something, damn it! Joe Everyman will tell you every week that he is a King, A Revolutionary and the greatest National Champion this company has ever seen, because apparently he's all about the numbers so long as they make him look impressive and you ignore that his losses actually extend into triple figures.
As tragic as that all is, and as much as these men will try and tell you that suddenly the numbers don't matter, the real tragedy is that you, all of you, every single one of you, watching at home with your beady little eyes on me, a curse word on your lips, a Dorito in your lap and the clicker in your hand, just in case you get tired of being slapped in the face by the truth that I am a National Champion once again, and not just again, but for the third time. All of you, the pandering masses, all of you who chose to cheer the petty arsonists and the returning Hollywood movie stars with their wild promises of kicking all the asses, instead of real Superstars. Instead of real men. Instead of honest hard working men. All of you continue to buy the lies they feed you every week, because it is so much more entertaining than the truth isn't it?
I spent all of last week telling you that Andrew Jacobsen was a liar. I told you the triple crown he was afforded at my expense last month was a noose around his neck and that it hung too heavy upon his own head. I told you all that his uncompromising paranoia would crush him and that he'd let it all slip away. But no, you didn't believe me. Instead you all lapped it up when he lied straight to each one of your cheery, expectant faces and told you he was Saint George, and that he would slay this old dragon. I won't lie, it made for one hell of an impressive promotional sound byte, but at the end of the day, that's all it was.
I'm not in the business of generating hype for the sake of hype, I'm not in the business of giving sit down interviews with Chad Lights that can serve to be shared on Twitter, liked on Facebook and commented on by the idiots of the YWC on Youtube. I'm simply in the business of telling the truth, and just like one of my legendary piddly ass whoopings, the truth is brutal. The truth hurts.
That's why I'm not one of your heroes. That's why I'll never be one of your heroes. I will not entertain you with lies when I can blind you with the self-evident truth. Now some of you might think that by lumping Jacobsen in with the likes of Joe Everyman and Davey Ortega that I'm somehow implying that he is second rate, but the fact is I don't need to ever make such an implication, not when men like Alex Jones have made an entire career of telling all of you, and him, that very fact to his face. He doesn't need to hear it from me anymore than I need Alex Jones suddenly puckering up and almost chapping his lips on my quite magnificently sculpted rear.
Andrew Jacobsen is not the only prolific liar in this company, oh no. Mike Laszlo has lied to you a number of times, each time he has vowed to capture the World Heavyweight Championship from Roberto Verona infact, history has proven him to be a liar....and yet again you've continued to believe in him. You've brought every declaration he has ever made about how this time he will be the new NCW World Heavyweight Champion. I'm sure the excuses are coming, they always do with Mike Laszlo, and I'm sure they'll entertain you yet again, just like they always do. Like all great lies and even greater liars do. Mike would love to lie to you all this week and tell you how the fact that he beat me in a cage match once still has some relevance to this tag team match. The truth is, Laszlo, like Jacobsen, should have no excuses this week. They each should just accept the truth, even if it is most often the most bitter pill of all to swallow.
I know you'd rather taste the sweet sweet lies of your heroes as you continue to boo the most honest and hard working men on the roster. Men like Roberto Verona, Xander Famularo and myself. The problem is that we will never sugarcoat anything, we will tell you exactly how it is, whether you like it or not. We are the villains because we won't lie to you like all of your favourites do. Xander Famularo isn't lying when he says he has no equal in that ring.
I am not lying as I stand before you the New National Champion. I am not lying when I say that neither I nor my beautiful wife had anything to do with attacking Nathan Webb. I've made him my bitch insidr that ring more than once and I've never needed a mask to do it. The most honest man on the roster has nothing to hide. I am not lying when I tell you that nothing in this world is ever truly indestructible, but there are so many things that come close, closer at least than Andrew Jacobsen ever has or ever will...
Xander Famularo's legacy.
My marriage.
And perhaps the most indestructible of all these things...
The stone cold truth.
The Conway bedroom in their Las Vegas family home, and it had been five days since the Metamorphosis Pay Per View. From Miami, the Jones had gone back to Kansas, and Jake's parents had decided to stay for another week with their son Jason, whilst the middle brother, Richard had returned to New York. Caleb had taken Tiffany and the kids to the movies and now only the heads of the household were here, Jake and Kathy.
Jake is lying spread out on the king size four poster bed, on his front, with his face to the side on the pillow. The scars inflicted from the barbed wire hell of the Den told a story as he lay topless. Kathy appeared and seductively leant with one arm against the door frame, dressed in her Fuschia Lavelle lingerie. She whistled at her husband to catch his attention, and in spite of the pain it felt to move, he turned to behold his wife. He could say nothing, but his pupils dilated and his mind raced, and Kathy knew it as she glided over to him. She hopped gently on to the bed, and put a knee either side of her husband's back.
She then leant across to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of scented oil, which she squeezed onto an open palm. Setting the bottle aside, she rubbed her palms together before gently applying it to her husband's shoulders, and neck. Jake flinched under the sudden coolness against his skin, but this soon subsided and Jake surrendered himself to his wife's gentle touch. As she worked her way down his back with soft, smooth motions of her palms, Kathy felt her husband relax. He let out a groan of pleasure.
Kathy: How does that feel, babe?
Jake: ....Wonderful...
Kathy: Good, I'm glad...
Jake: A little lower, honey...
Kathy complies, kneading the knots out of his muscles. Jake groans softly.
Kathy: I'll be honest with you, sweetie. I was surprised when Leon cleared you to wrestle this week, you looked like Hell after that match...
Jake: Andrew looked even worse. Yet he insisted on competing this week too, probably because he wanted another crack at me.
Kathy: Hardly surprising is it? Andy's just as stubborn as you are. He wants to prove that he's truly indestructible.
Jake: A fool's errand. He wants to patch himself up like a good little soldier, and march into battle with me again, I'll be armed with a bigger gun this time.
Kathy: Xander Famularo? You know he'll just remind you he has pinned him to take his World Championship, right?
Jake: And why shouldn't he? It's a remarkable feat he accomplished. Maybe the biggest in his career. It's just a shame that it's probably the only card he's got left to play against me...but do we really have to talk about business now?
Kathy giggles as she leans forward to whisper in his ear.
Kathy: No, no. Not at all. We could talk about pleasure...
Jake: Huh?
Kathy giggles, clearly teasing him. She knew that talking was the last thing on either of their minds right now. She kisses his neck softly.
Kathy: Okay, you win. No talking...so long as you too promise to keep business separate, I will keep it out of the bedroom as well.
Jake: Deal.
Kathy: That includes Emma...our arrangement with her has to be strictly business...
Jake: It is.
Kathy: You promise?
Jake: I've never lied to you, and I'm not about to start now.
Kathy: Never mind Andrew. Sometimes I forget how truly indestructible that makes us.
Jake: Honesty is the diamond of our marriage. Nothing hidden. Clear. Solid.
Kathy: And what we have is every bit as rare and precious...
Jake: What we have is forever...
Kathy: You have me forever, Jake, That's why I'm your Queen of Diamonds...
Kathy then uses her lips to trace her husband's spine with sweet, gentle kisses, and the shivers of ecstacy begin.
Jake: I'm fine.
Jason: Perhaps...but you're also one stubborn git, you know that, right?
Jake: Maybe, but I'm also a three time National Champion now.
Jason: Maybe you'll get some of the long overdue respect of your peers now.
Jake: If I ever wrestled for their respect, I'd never be able to retire because I'd never be able to change their opinion of me.
Jason: Is it ever really worth it then? Because to hear you talk, it sure doesn't sound like it.
Jake: Oh yeah, it's worth it. To share a distinction with Joe Everyman. That's the dream of every wrestler in NCW.
Jake starts to chuckle but soon thinks better of it, because it hurts like hell.
Jake: Awwww! Son of a -
Jake stops and decides to sit down very slowly on the sand. Jason stops and sits next to his brother, looking at him earnestly.
Jason: I.m serious, Jake. You've put your body through Hell wrestling most days of the week for almost ten years now. Why do you continue to do it?
Jake looks out, beyond the sea for a moment, allowing the wind to whip his hair. Jake's silence when confronted with the question spoke volumes.
Jason: That's what I thought. How much longer will you keep up this insanity?
Jake answers without facing his brother, lost in the sea before him.
Jake: Not forever.
Jason sighs and shakes his head, having heard his brother give this same non-commital response every time the subject had been brought up in the past.
Jason: That's what you always say.
Jake knew then that something was bothering his youngest brother. Jake turns to face him and puts a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder, in spite of the pain that shot through him to perform such a simple act.
Jake: What is it, Jase?
Jason then meets his eldest brother's gaze.
Jason: I just....I feel like crap.
Jake smiles.
Jake: That makes two of us.
Jason: Jake. I've got to tell you something and I don't think you're going to like it. Just know I never meant for any of it to happen, and I certainly didn't mean to hurt anybody and I'm sorry if I have...
Jake: Jason, you're rambling...
Jason: I'm sorry. I just feel like I've let you down and abused your trust. Last week, after the sentencing. After I drove Kay home...I got very drunk, and very stupid. I kissed her...
Jason looked at his brother, expecting a reaction that was the complete opposite of the one he got. Jake grinned.
Jake: I was wondering when you'd get around to telling me that.
Jason: You knew? She told you?
Jake nods, confirming his brother's suspicion.
Jake: There's a reason she's my Queen of Diamonds. We have no secrets. Of course I know. I've been plotting your doom for the past week!
Jason: Well now that I'm done giving myself a heart attack over that guilty little secret, I feel it only fair to tell you I've reached a decision. I feel that coming back here for Metamorphosis was a sign that I'm ready to come home. I will not be coming back to Vegas with you and Kathy, I think its best for everybody if I try and put this all behind me and try to move on with my life.
Jake blinks in mock disbelief.
Jake: That's an awfully grown up attitude for you.
Jason laughs.
Jason: I know. It shocked me too.
Jake: Don't think you can escape your penalty that easily. I'll still get you when you least expect it and it will be epic!
Both brothers grin at this.
Jake: But seriously man, I appreciate your honesty. Just know that my door is always open for you. You're always welcome home.
Jason: I know...and I appreciate it, brother...
A loud air raid siren penetrates the darkness as our attention is drawn to the shimmering yellow diamond that shines on as it houses the four Aces. Two parallel roads of twinkling yellow diamond studs seem to only enhance its glow as the drums and guitars of 'Indestructible' by Disturbed are introduced. Before the lyrics can begin however, they are interrupted by Tribal Ink's "I'm A Liar".
I'm a liar
I'm a liar
A denier
The lights are slowly brought up to reveal the back of the brand new and now three time NCW National Champion, The Ace's brand new redesigned but still extraordinarily egotistical jacket, who stands before you with his arms outstretched, every bit the Jesus that all you sheep wanted to crucify and deny before Metamorphosis.
Yeah, Liar! Liar!
Liar! Liar!
Come on, that's right.
The music is cut as he turns around and the bruised and stitched up grinning face of the most honest man on the entire NCW roster greets us. Jake has a band aid on his forehead. Some of his injuries are partially obscured by his yellow tinted shades. He gestures to the National Championship that is hung around his waist, before putting up three fingers on his right hand.
Some people choose to believe in Davey Ortega.
Some people choose to believe in Joe Everyman.
The rest of you chose to believe in Andrew Jacobsen at Metamorphosis.
And history has routinely shown these men, your heroes, to be liars. How ironic it is then that none of you will ever believe in the most honest man on the entire NCW roster. Davey Ortega will tell you every week that this time his comeback means something, damn it! Joe Everyman will tell you every week that he is a King, A Revolutionary and the greatest National Champion this company has ever seen, because apparently he's all about the numbers so long as they make him look impressive and you ignore that his losses actually extend into triple figures.
As tragic as that all is, and as much as these men will try and tell you that suddenly the numbers don't matter, the real tragedy is that you, all of you, every single one of you, watching at home with your beady little eyes on me, a curse word on your lips, a Dorito in your lap and the clicker in your hand, just in case you get tired of being slapped in the face by the truth that I am a National Champion once again, and not just again, but for the third time. All of you, the pandering masses, all of you who chose to cheer the petty arsonists and the returning Hollywood movie stars with their wild promises of kicking all the asses, instead of real Superstars. Instead of real men. Instead of honest hard working men. All of you continue to buy the lies they feed you every week, because it is so much more entertaining than the truth isn't it?
I spent all of last week telling you that Andrew Jacobsen was a liar. I told you the triple crown he was afforded at my expense last month was a noose around his neck and that it hung too heavy upon his own head. I told you all that his uncompromising paranoia would crush him and that he'd let it all slip away. But no, you didn't believe me. Instead you all lapped it up when he lied straight to each one of your cheery, expectant faces and told you he was Saint George, and that he would slay this old dragon. I won't lie, it made for one hell of an impressive promotional sound byte, but at the end of the day, that's all it was.
I'm not in the business of generating hype for the sake of hype, I'm not in the business of giving sit down interviews with Chad Lights that can serve to be shared on Twitter, liked on Facebook and commented on by the idiots of the YWC on Youtube. I'm simply in the business of telling the truth, and just like one of my legendary piddly ass whoopings, the truth is brutal. The truth hurts.
That's why I'm not one of your heroes. That's why I'll never be one of your heroes. I will not entertain you with lies when I can blind you with the self-evident truth. Now some of you might think that by lumping Jacobsen in with the likes of Joe Everyman and Davey Ortega that I'm somehow implying that he is second rate, but the fact is I don't need to ever make such an implication, not when men like Alex Jones have made an entire career of telling all of you, and him, that very fact to his face. He doesn't need to hear it from me anymore than I need Alex Jones suddenly puckering up and almost chapping his lips on my quite magnificently sculpted rear.
Andrew Jacobsen is not the only prolific liar in this company, oh no. Mike Laszlo has lied to you a number of times, each time he has vowed to capture the World Heavyweight Championship from Roberto Verona infact, history has proven him to be a liar....and yet again you've continued to believe in him. You've brought every declaration he has ever made about how this time he will be the new NCW World Heavyweight Champion. I'm sure the excuses are coming, they always do with Mike Laszlo, and I'm sure they'll entertain you yet again, just like they always do. Like all great lies and even greater liars do. Mike would love to lie to you all this week and tell you how the fact that he beat me in a cage match once still has some relevance to this tag team match. The truth is, Laszlo, like Jacobsen, should have no excuses this week. They each should just accept the truth, even if it is most often the most bitter pill of all to swallow.
I know you'd rather taste the sweet sweet lies of your heroes as you continue to boo the most honest and hard working men on the roster. Men like Roberto Verona, Xander Famularo and myself. The problem is that we will never sugarcoat anything, we will tell you exactly how it is, whether you like it or not. We are the villains because we won't lie to you like all of your favourites do. Xander Famularo isn't lying when he says he has no equal in that ring.
I am not lying as I stand before you the New National Champion. I am not lying when I say that neither I nor my beautiful wife had anything to do with attacking Nathan Webb. I've made him my bitch insidr that ring more than once and I've never needed a mask to do it. The most honest man on the roster has nothing to hide. I am not lying when I tell you that nothing in this world is ever truly indestructible, but there are so many things that come close, closer at least than Andrew Jacobsen ever has or ever will...
Xander Famularo's legacy.
My marriage.
And perhaps the most indestructible of all these things...
The stone cold truth.
The Conway bedroom in their Las Vegas family home, and it had been five days since the Metamorphosis Pay Per View. From Miami, the Jones had gone back to Kansas, and Jake's parents had decided to stay for another week with their son Jason, whilst the middle brother, Richard had returned to New York. Caleb had taken Tiffany and the kids to the movies and now only the heads of the household were here, Jake and Kathy.
Jake is lying spread out on the king size four poster bed, on his front, with his face to the side on the pillow. The scars inflicted from the barbed wire hell of the Den told a story as he lay topless. Kathy appeared and seductively leant with one arm against the door frame, dressed in her Fuschia Lavelle lingerie. She whistled at her husband to catch his attention, and in spite of the pain it felt to move, he turned to behold his wife. He could say nothing, but his pupils dilated and his mind raced, and Kathy knew it as she glided over to him. She hopped gently on to the bed, and put a knee either side of her husband's back.
She then leant across to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of scented oil, which she squeezed onto an open palm. Setting the bottle aside, she rubbed her palms together before gently applying it to her husband's shoulders, and neck. Jake flinched under the sudden coolness against his skin, but this soon subsided and Jake surrendered himself to his wife's gentle touch. As she worked her way down his back with soft, smooth motions of her palms, Kathy felt her husband relax. He let out a groan of pleasure.
Kathy: How does that feel, babe?
Jake: ....Wonderful...
Kathy: Good, I'm glad...
Jake: A little lower, honey...
Kathy complies, kneading the knots out of his muscles. Jake groans softly.
Kathy: I'll be honest with you, sweetie. I was surprised when Leon cleared you to wrestle this week, you looked like Hell after that match...
Jake: Andrew looked even worse. Yet he insisted on competing this week too, probably because he wanted another crack at me.
Kathy: Hardly surprising is it? Andy's just as stubborn as you are. He wants to prove that he's truly indestructible.
Jake: A fool's errand. He wants to patch himself up like a good little soldier, and march into battle with me again, I'll be armed with a bigger gun this time.
Kathy: Xander Famularo? You know he'll just remind you he has pinned him to take his World Championship, right?
Jake: And why shouldn't he? It's a remarkable feat he accomplished. Maybe the biggest in his career. It's just a shame that it's probably the only card he's got left to play against me...but do we really have to talk about business now?
Kathy giggles as she leans forward to whisper in his ear.
Kathy: No, no. Not at all. We could talk about pleasure...
Jake: Huh?
Kathy giggles, clearly teasing him. She knew that talking was the last thing on either of their minds right now. She kisses his neck softly.
Kathy: Okay, you win. No talking...so long as you too promise to keep business separate, I will keep it out of the bedroom as well.
Jake: Deal.
Kathy: That includes Emma...our arrangement with her has to be strictly business...
Jake: It is.
Kathy: You promise?
Jake: I've never lied to you, and I'm not about to start now.
Kathy: Never mind Andrew. Sometimes I forget how truly indestructible that makes us.
Jake: Honesty is the diamond of our marriage. Nothing hidden. Clear. Solid.
Kathy: And what we have is every bit as rare and precious...
Jake: What we have is forever...
Kathy: You have me forever, Jake, That's why I'm your Queen of Diamonds...
Kathy then uses her lips to trace her husband's spine with sweet, gentle kisses, and the shivers of ecstacy begin.