Post by The Ace on Apr 4, 2008 12:15:28 GMT -6
*The scene opens with The Ace sat in his hotel room, he was wearing the Smokin' Aces T-Shirt, blue jeans and shoes, watching the monitor across the room with a tear in his eye...*
I can't believe its over, for thirty six years, one man revolutionised the sport of professional wrestling, and now it is over, a man who was a big influence on me as a young boy, a man who was a real Iron Man up until the very end...and a man whose legacy shall never die...and I promise you that as long as I'm still breathing air, I shall wrestle to keep the memories of his career alive...
*The Ace holds up four fingers as the familiar music of the four horsemen comes from the monitor...*
He was the one who epitomised the four...just like me...he was a horseman...I am The Blonde Stallion...he was the one true diamond in this business...I am the one true Ace...in honour of his greatness, I ensured early on that I made the Figure Four Leg Lock part of my repetoire...though some might say I could never due it justice...not like the Master...I'm just the student...but it is said that all good things must come to an end...will I be remembered as fondly for my stylin' and profilin', wheelin' dealin' limousine ridin' jet flyin' and kiss stealin' as The Nature Boy when it finally comes time for me to hang up my boots? I don't know...
*The Ace sighs*
The world has been revolutionised many times over, from the dawn of time, the crawling of life from the primordial soup, the wheel, fire...all of these revolutionised the world...changed the face of humanity, and now everybody knows there can never be smoke without fire...and it is that fire which Steve and I possess in our hearts, the fire to halt revolution...the fire to force men to rebuild their lives and their careers from scratch...the fire in which the Brothers Kane will burn...and out of the smoke, forged from the ashes of our destructive lifestyle will rise a new age...the age of The Empire...
*The Ace smirks*
For every revolutionary in every revolution of this planet's history - all have ended, the revolution of nations, the revolution of industry, the revolution of technology...all have reached a state of equillibrium whereby they are no longer considered a revolution...sure they've left their mark on the world...but they themselves have faded...and you boys in this revolution will be no different...for the past four months, you have put your stamp all over this company, but now it is fading...the man you rely on to represent you as the best on account of his possession of the World Heavyweight Championship himself grows weary...the cracks have already begun to reveal themselves...and just as surely as the Gladiator will cut through the Revolutionary at a Night To Remember...Steve and I will continue to be the hottest trailblazers in nCw...
*The Ace laughs*
Revolution has often brought with it death...now Spike, Jack, I know both of you know this all too well, after all isn't death what drives the saint to fulfill his mission? You think the death of your enemy will bring you absolution...will somehow raise you from the darkness into the light, but Jack, the truth is God has no call for you, He has abandoned you to the darkness, He cares not that you yearn to be close to him, to bathe in the light of His Glory, and even His divine hand will not reach down from Heaven on Sunday to knock Satan from his throne...
*The Ace smirks*
Now I've sat through weeks of you all calling us hypocrites for our sins, the lifestyles we choose to lead, the money we chose to blow by betting on the red or the black or stuffing in the panties of poll dancers, the women we lie to, the women we sleep with, and that's fine...but let me remind you why it is said that it takes one to know one...if our pursuits of material possessions and meaningless titles make us hypocrites, and the very things you fight against, then punch yourself in the face boys because you fought for this shot, and on Sunday you will fight for the material possessions that are the Tag Team Championships, you will be looking to accquire the belts not only for the prestige they represent, but the money, the recognition, the greatness and for that reason you two are even bigger hypocrites than either Steve or myself...this fight to revolutionise has clouded your minds in such a way that you no longer realise that by seeking to become the best, you are no better than us, you are not revolutionising, you are regressing, becoming that which you fight against, more and more with each passing day, your quests for retribution and ascension are blurring the battlelines of your war with us and soon you will neither know your enemy nor your ally...you will not know where you stand...but this Sunday we will know where you fall...
*The Ace picks up his belt from the bedside table and slings it over his shoulder...*
For as surely as revolutions begin they end, and as surely as revolutions bring death, they cannot stop life from continuing beyond them, true there are some nights I lie awake wishing this was a better world for my daughter to embrace, but life goes on, no matter how bad things become, how bad people become, life adapts, it survives to persevere, through all the hate, greed, and selfishness of Man...and no Revolution no matter how great will change that, humanity's best hope for survival is not a revolution, much less your revolution, but an adaptation to the ever changing world we live in...Jack, if you really believed wholeheartedly in your cause as a man of God, you would realise bloodshed will not bring enlightenment, the death of a man who you should infact thank because he ultimately did you a favour by snatching your loved one away from this terrible world, this world you fight against, this world you seek so desperately to change, will not absolve you...it will not being you sainthood, you will be just another sinner in a world of sinners...and your revolution will be left smouldering in the flames of your greatest descent...
*The Ace adjusts the title over his shoulder*
This match is about persistance rather than resistence, stamina and endurance, three quarters of an hour and it'll all be over, one way or another and really I don't need to make a point of how both Steve and I possess great stamina and endurance, all that will become self evident on the night - a night I finally get my chance to stop Spike from ever insulting my daughter again - a night where I finally get my chance to rectify my loss to you at Mind Games, Jack...A Night To Remember...but if you are in doubt over the truth behind my words, perhaps you would do better to learn from history...let us begin in London, 1665 - The Black Death in itself was a revolution of sorts, it left countless dead, left the city in ruins, but then came a blessing in disguise the following year - The Great Fire wiped out what was left of the rampaging plague and allowed people to start rebuilding their lives by quashing that revolution in its tracks - much like The Empire will - sure people will hate Dave Holland for retiring Lance Ryan and people will hate The Smokin' Aces for not allowing top guys like Jack and Spike a run for our gold, but in the long run, people will rejoice and see the good we have done by burning a hole through the Revolution...we, like The Great Fire, will be hated before we are hailed...something I'm sure Jack would say is true of the Revolution also, but I beg to differ...you see behind the smokescreen of our bravado - Steve and I are all business in that ring and just like we can stop the world from turning every time we enter a room, so too will we stop the turn of the Revolution - a revolution that is coming of age, but like revolutions, ages too have their end...The Bronze Age...The Iron Age...The Ice Age...all shaped this world in its infancy, but now they have been passed, like the proverbial flaming torch, and out of its flames - the flames of rebellion - will dawn a new Age - the Smoke Age...
*The Ace laughs*
Now Jack, allow me to be serious for a moment here, as much as I believe a man should not be denied his right to live the way he chooses, I have to respect your stance on drugs, in that respect at least, I am clean, but also it can't have escaped your attention that the element which helped you destroy the drugs was none other than fire - so you have witnessed first hand its awesome destructive power - you yourself have wielded it to your own ends, worked hand in hand and allowed it to do its job - to destroy - amd now at the PPV you will oppose it as it threatens to set you alight and send all your championship dreams up in smoke...you know what that says to me Jack? You would be better off being our ally than our enemy, but you have already made your allegiances in this war and from here on out we will punish such ignorance without mercy...
*The Ace smirks*
Just like revolutionaries, men who believe God is calling them and wanting them to achieve something greater than humanity, something beyond all possible understanding, men who believe themselves to be saintly are nothing new, infact nothing about your cause is even remotely new, not the motive, not the ideology and cetainly not the preaching - if anything the whole concept is nothing but old news written in fresh ink - just as our legacies will be written in fresh blood - your blood - the blood of Kane...I almost want to laugh at your naivety Jack, destiny or not, one man could never clean up this world - just ask Jimmy Turner - he has the broom, the qualifications, everything, and he still hasn't managed it...
*The Ace shakes his head, laughing*
Jack, how dare you think Steve and I are anything like cold heartless murderers and whilst I sympathise with your plight and understand your need for revenge - we are not DeVito - even if we do actually end up killing you and your brother in that ring as once again you're forced to helplessly look on...
*The Ace sighs*
So far as Steve goes, he has dropped the ball at least twice when it should have really counted so perhaps you have good reason to be confident, once against you when you earned this title shot and once last week when he was defeated by a much lesser man, now I don't know where his priorities are at the moment - all I can hope for is that he brings his A game on Sunday as I will...I'n surprised though Jack, that you would choose to focus on Steve and ignore me, that's not too wise and it will be your undoing this Sunday...you want to beat on me until I get the message your preaching? Well Jack, I got the message, I'm just choosing to ignore it, so if you really want to play Reckless Jehovah's Witness, go do it at someone else's door because mine will just be slammed right back in your face as I ring your bell...and behind that closed door I will revel in my destructive lifestyle - destructive in the sense that I will destroy you, nothing is indestructable Jack, certainly not you, nor your revolution, it is a movement I will paralyze, a movement no longer made possible when it is reduced to ash, and then the only movement that you will have any control over Jack is your regular bowel movement when you're forced to piss in a bottle and crap in a bed pan...you and Spike will not take our titles, because no matter how many we lose and how many we win, the pain we will bring will never stop...saints...true saints have no interest in revenge Jack, nor do they wish to reign supreme - no that is the wish of materialistic men who lead destructive lifestyles - men like Steve and myself - men like you - the saints - are above it - so tell me Simon Templar - do you still think you're not just like any other man? Do you still think you're not just like us?
*The Ace laughs*
Everything must end...you say the Revolution will never end...people thought that about Ric Flair's career, especially when he declared that he would never retire...but now even that one true revolutionary has been forced to take his final bow...one perfectly executed superkick is all it took to halt the thirty six year revolution that was Ric Flair, but since your revolution is far less grand, I suspect it will take significantly less for it to end, just like one Magic Touch is all it will take Dave Holland to bring an equally heartbreaking end to the legend that is Lance Ryan, but unlike you two, Lance has already accepted that everything must end...whether you want it to or not...now I know you could say that about our title reign, but the difference is I never said it would never end, what I will say is it wont be this Sunday...everything must end boys...just like this promo...
*The camera abruptly fades to black*
I can't believe its over, for thirty six years, one man revolutionised the sport of professional wrestling, and now it is over, a man who was a big influence on me as a young boy, a man who was a real Iron Man up until the very end...and a man whose legacy shall never die...and I promise you that as long as I'm still breathing air, I shall wrestle to keep the memories of his career alive...
*The Ace holds up four fingers as the familiar music of the four horsemen comes from the monitor...*
He was the one who epitomised the four...just like me...he was a horseman...I am The Blonde Stallion...he was the one true diamond in this business...I am the one true Ace...in honour of his greatness, I ensured early on that I made the Figure Four Leg Lock part of my repetoire...though some might say I could never due it justice...not like the Master...I'm just the student...but it is said that all good things must come to an end...will I be remembered as fondly for my stylin' and profilin', wheelin' dealin' limousine ridin' jet flyin' and kiss stealin' as The Nature Boy when it finally comes time for me to hang up my boots? I don't know...
*The Ace sighs*
The world has been revolutionised many times over, from the dawn of time, the crawling of life from the primordial soup, the wheel, fire...all of these revolutionised the world...changed the face of humanity, and now everybody knows there can never be smoke without fire...and it is that fire which Steve and I possess in our hearts, the fire to halt revolution...the fire to force men to rebuild their lives and their careers from scratch...the fire in which the Brothers Kane will burn...and out of the smoke, forged from the ashes of our destructive lifestyle will rise a new age...the age of The Empire...
*The Ace smirks*
For every revolutionary in every revolution of this planet's history - all have ended, the revolution of nations, the revolution of industry, the revolution of technology...all have reached a state of equillibrium whereby they are no longer considered a revolution...sure they've left their mark on the world...but they themselves have faded...and you boys in this revolution will be no different...for the past four months, you have put your stamp all over this company, but now it is fading...the man you rely on to represent you as the best on account of his possession of the World Heavyweight Championship himself grows weary...the cracks have already begun to reveal themselves...and just as surely as the Gladiator will cut through the Revolutionary at a Night To Remember...Steve and I will continue to be the hottest trailblazers in nCw...
*The Ace laughs*
Revolution has often brought with it death...now Spike, Jack, I know both of you know this all too well, after all isn't death what drives the saint to fulfill his mission? You think the death of your enemy will bring you absolution...will somehow raise you from the darkness into the light, but Jack, the truth is God has no call for you, He has abandoned you to the darkness, He cares not that you yearn to be close to him, to bathe in the light of His Glory, and even His divine hand will not reach down from Heaven on Sunday to knock Satan from his throne...
*The Ace smirks*
Now I've sat through weeks of you all calling us hypocrites for our sins, the lifestyles we choose to lead, the money we chose to blow by betting on the red or the black or stuffing in the panties of poll dancers, the women we lie to, the women we sleep with, and that's fine...but let me remind you why it is said that it takes one to know one...if our pursuits of material possessions and meaningless titles make us hypocrites, and the very things you fight against, then punch yourself in the face boys because you fought for this shot, and on Sunday you will fight for the material possessions that are the Tag Team Championships, you will be looking to accquire the belts not only for the prestige they represent, but the money, the recognition, the greatness and for that reason you two are even bigger hypocrites than either Steve or myself...this fight to revolutionise has clouded your minds in such a way that you no longer realise that by seeking to become the best, you are no better than us, you are not revolutionising, you are regressing, becoming that which you fight against, more and more with each passing day, your quests for retribution and ascension are blurring the battlelines of your war with us and soon you will neither know your enemy nor your ally...you will not know where you stand...but this Sunday we will know where you fall...
*The Ace picks up his belt from the bedside table and slings it over his shoulder...*
For as surely as revolutions begin they end, and as surely as revolutions bring death, they cannot stop life from continuing beyond them, true there are some nights I lie awake wishing this was a better world for my daughter to embrace, but life goes on, no matter how bad things become, how bad people become, life adapts, it survives to persevere, through all the hate, greed, and selfishness of Man...and no Revolution no matter how great will change that, humanity's best hope for survival is not a revolution, much less your revolution, but an adaptation to the ever changing world we live in...Jack, if you really believed wholeheartedly in your cause as a man of God, you would realise bloodshed will not bring enlightenment, the death of a man who you should infact thank because he ultimately did you a favour by snatching your loved one away from this terrible world, this world you fight against, this world you seek so desperately to change, will not absolve you...it will not being you sainthood, you will be just another sinner in a world of sinners...and your revolution will be left smouldering in the flames of your greatest descent...
*The Ace adjusts the title over his shoulder*
This match is about persistance rather than resistence, stamina and endurance, three quarters of an hour and it'll all be over, one way or another and really I don't need to make a point of how both Steve and I possess great stamina and endurance, all that will become self evident on the night - a night I finally get my chance to stop Spike from ever insulting my daughter again - a night where I finally get my chance to rectify my loss to you at Mind Games, Jack...A Night To Remember...but if you are in doubt over the truth behind my words, perhaps you would do better to learn from history...let us begin in London, 1665 - The Black Death in itself was a revolution of sorts, it left countless dead, left the city in ruins, but then came a blessing in disguise the following year - The Great Fire wiped out what was left of the rampaging plague and allowed people to start rebuilding their lives by quashing that revolution in its tracks - much like The Empire will - sure people will hate Dave Holland for retiring Lance Ryan and people will hate The Smokin' Aces for not allowing top guys like Jack and Spike a run for our gold, but in the long run, people will rejoice and see the good we have done by burning a hole through the Revolution...we, like The Great Fire, will be hated before we are hailed...something I'm sure Jack would say is true of the Revolution also, but I beg to differ...you see behind the smokescreen of our bravado - Steve and I are all business in that ring and just like we can stop the world from turning every time we enter a room, so too will we stop the turn of the Revolution - a revolution that is coming of age, but like revolutions, ages too have their end...The Bronze Age...The Iron Age...The Ice Age...all shaped this world in its infancy, but now they have been passed, like the proverbial flaming torch, and out of its flames - the flames of rebellion - will dawn a new Age - the Smoke Age...
*The Ace laughs*
Now Jack, allow me to be serious for a moment here, as much as I believe a man should not be denied his right to live the way he chooses, I have to respect your stance on drugs, in that respect at least, I am clean, but also it can't have escaped your attention that the element which helped you destroy the drugs was none other than fire - so you have witnessed first hand its awesome destructive power - you yourself have wielded it to your own ends, worked hand in hand and allowed it to do its job - to destroy - amd now at the PPV you will oppose it as it threatens to set you alight and send all your championship dreams up in smoke...you know what that says to me Jack? You would be better off being our ally than our enemy, but you have already made your allegiances in this war and from here on out we will punish such ignorance without mercy...
*The Ace smirks*
Just like revolutionaries, men who believe God is calling them and wanting them to achieve something greater than humanity, something beyond all possible understanding, men who believe themselves to be saintly are nothing new, infact nothing about your cause is even remotely new, not the motive, not the ideology and cetainly not the preaching - if anything the whole concept is nothing but old news written in fresh ink - just as our legacies will be written in fresh blood - your blood - the blood of Kane...I almost want to laugh at your naivety Jack, destiny or not, one man could never clean up this world - just ask Jimmy Turner - he has the broom, the qualifications, everything, and he still hasn't managed it...
*The Ace shakes his head, laughing*
Jack, how dare you think Steve and I are anything like cold heartless murderers and whilst I sympathise with your plight and understand your need for revenge - we are not DeVito - even if we do actually end up killing you and your brother in that ring as once again you're forced to helplessly look on...
*The Ace sighs*
So far as Steve goes, he has dropped the ball at least twice when it should have really counted so perhaps you have good reason to be confident, once against you when you earned this title shot and once last week when he was defeated by a much lesser man, now I don't know where his priorities are at the moment - all I can hope for is that he brings his A game on Sunday as I will...I'n surprised though Jack, that you would choose to focus on Steve and ignore me, that's not too wise and it will be your undoing this Sunday...you want to beat on me until I get the message your preaching? Well Jack, I got the message, I'm just choosing to ignore it, so if you really want to play Reckless Jehovah's Witness, go do it at someone else's door because mine will just be slammed right back in your face as I ring your bell...and behind that closed door I will revel in my destructive lifestyle - destructive in the sense that I will destroy you, nothing is indestructable Jack, certainly not you, nor your revolution, it is a movement I will paralyze, a movement no longer made possible when it is reduced to ash, and then the only movement that you will have any control over Jack is your regular bowel movement when you're forced to piss in a bottle and crap in a bed pan...you and Spike will not take our titles, because no matter how many we lose and how many we win, the pain we will bring will never stop...saints...true saints have no interest in revenge Jack, nor do they wish to reign supreme - no that is the wish of materialistic men who lead destructive lifestyles - men like Steve and myself - men like you - the saints - are above it - so tell me Simon Templar - do you still think you're not just like any other man? Do you still think you're not just like us?
*The Ace laughs*
Everything must end...you say the Revolution will never end...people thought that about Ric Flair's career, especially when he declared that he would never retire...but now even that one true revolutionary has been forced to take his final bow...one perfectly executed superkick is all it took to halt the thirty six year revolution that was Ric Flair, but since your revolution is far less grand, I suspect it will take significantly less for it to end, just like one Magic Touch is all it will take Dave Holland to bring an equally heartbreaking end to the legend that is Lance Ryan, but unlike you two, Lance has already accepted that everything must end...whether you want it to or not...now I know you could say that about our title reign, but the difference is I never said it would never end, what I will say is it wont be this Sunday...everything must end boys...just like this promo...
*The camera abruptly fades to black*