Post by The Ace on Apr 10, 2013 17:54:24 GMT -6
Jake Conway stood across the ballroom from his wife, Kathleen, less than twenty four hours after her birthday. He was dressed in a tuxedo, his hair hung loose over his shoulders. She was wearing a sexy purple backless dress which accentuated her curves and a slit up the side. He adjusts his cuffs with a grin spread across his face. Kathy smiles at him, her eyes bright with the very same sparkle that had drawn him to her that first night they had met six years ago. The sparkle that to him embodied everything he loved about her spirit. The sparkle that made her his undisputed Queen of Diamonds. The music starts and the couple meet each other in the middle of the dance floor.
Jake takes his wife by the hand and leads, swinging his foot out slightly, a move which she mirrors in front of his leg. She twirls into his embrace, with her back to him, she bends her leg which he catches and holds above his waist as he takes her into a half twirl and back again. She puts one leg into his arms, and then a second so that he is supporting her as she leans back almost all the way in his embrace. her hand touching the floor. She straightens up after a few moments and the couple spin to the right, then a second and a slower third. Jake then does some swinging steps before Kathy extends one leg out behind her before twirling as he has her by the hand, she then swings one leg in both directions before executing a small jump and Jake catches her firmly by the waist, spinning into it as he brings her gently back to the ground. The couple spin a couple of times, before Jake lifts her off the ground, she wraps one leg and his waist and kicks out with the other.
She then keeps her legs wrapped around his waist as the couple step and spin across the dance floor a few more times, the couple step and spin using the space around them, before Kathy spins out of it, twirling as she extends a leg out behind her. Kathy then straightens up and arches backwards as her husband lean forwards and the couple lock eyes for a few breathless moments, just staring at each other, probing the connection between their entwined souls. The couple slow their twirling considerably as Kathy has one knee bent so that it appears as a figure four in relation to her other leg. He can feel her breath on his neck and she can feel his pulse quicken as he releases her so that she arches back, her arms stretched and he leans forward, his arms outstretched.
The couple are chest to chest, beating heart to beating heart before Jake slowly wraps his arms around her lower back. She wraps her arms around his neck, before Jake takes her by the hand again. She twirls out of it, and he in turn twirls out of it before following her a few steps across the floor. He puts a hand on her shoulder and she turns in towards him. He takes her by the hand and spins around, guided by her outstretched hand.
He pulls her in before putting his hand back around her waist and the couple step and spin, mirroring each other's small kick outs and Kathy swings her leg left and then right before bending it into her husband's firm grip as he twirls her a few times as she is lifted off the ground. On her return, she is almost horizontal between his legs and as he pulls her back up she kicks both legs out before the couple step, kick and turn a a few more times before Kathy concludes with a leap, kick out and one final jump that sees her land with one bent knee and the other outstretched leg as she tilts her head back and smiles up at her husband, a little breathless.
He mouths "Happy Birthday Honey."
She mouths "I love you," in response.
The opening guitar riff to 'Hunt You Down' by Saliva penetrates the darkness that greets us with the smarkling yellow diamond path leading to a fence of diamonds around the Four Aces that are stacked with the Ace of Spades at the top. Just before the lyrics begin however, the lights are raised so that we see the back of the three time current reigning and defending NCW National Champion, The Ace, and he quickly spins around on his heel to face the camera and his no doubt watching opponent, Stephen Kingsley, wearing his trademark grin and his Championship around his waist.
G'day mate!
Welcome to the big dance Stephen. In the twilight of this company, you've finally made it to the big time, you get your chance to play with the big boys, and I for one hope you make the most of it sunshine because there will be no more, at least not in this company and not while I am still the National Champion. That's not me being cocky, those are just the facts of your situation, because as your buddy Cyrus has observed on more than one occasion, Sheilas are trouble, and you only need to look at the trouble this company is in all because one woman forgot to close her legs and do what is best for business instead she did only what is best for herself. So you see Kingsley, as beautiful as women are, they can be incredibly self-serving when it suits them and cause outright hell when their clock is ticking.
Why am I giving you this advice? Well maybe because that's just the kind of guy I am, and also because I know the kind of company you like to keep around you, if you're not hanging around with that big ol' chimpanzee, Cyrus, you're stuck making googly eyes at that ditz Carly, who sees nothing about you apart from an accent and some well defined biceps. That may be enough for Carly, but for most women, it takes so much more than that to be a boyfriend, and in this business it takes a whole hell of a lot more to be considered a legitimate professional wrestler.
There's absolutely no doubt in my mind what you're bringing to the dance this Sunday at Sovereign, you've got quite the substantial size and strength advantage over me, and over the last few months as you've tried to establish yourself as a singles competitor, as something more than just a random tag team guy brought in to fill out an international dance card in the tag tournament last year, I've seen damn near all of your opposition try to downplay your physical superiority over them with nothing more than a handful of stereotypical insults and borderline racist inferences. I will do no such thing, because I am above that, I have more class and as the greatest National Champion in the history of this company, I know how to act with the proper decorum.
Now I'm sure it does boil the blood of some American patriots to know that an Englishman and an Australian are going to go to war this Sunday over the chance to represent their nation, but hey that's just how the cards fall sometimes. It isn't my fault that there isn't another well bred man on the roster worthy enough to challenge me, American or otherwise. It isn't my fault that all they have left for me is a man descended from a long line of thugs, degenerates and low lives who were cast out from the greatest Nation on Earth. You've served your time at her Majesty's pleasure and I know if you were to beat me on Sunday, it would be quite the story of personal redemption for you.
But as Joe Everyman and Mike Laszlo learned last month, and Andrew Jacobsen learned the month before, I am not in the business of dealing out fairy tale endings, if you want your moment, you're going to have to step up and take it from me. This belt is not like the ones you wear as an accessory, fashioned out of crocodile hide, it is so much more. It is not often I find myself in the position of David face to face with the proverbial Goliath, but you need to understand something right now Kingsley, and that is the simple fact that even without a trusty slingshot, I've got more than enough stones to face you.
There's no doubt you're a man of your convictions Stephen, you went to prison for what you believed in, you followed Curtis because you believed in his cause, you believe in hunting the big game, and you do it not so much for the sport of it, but for the thrill of it, the adrenalin, the rush and the risk. That I can understand, and even respect, you hunt Crocodiles for the same reason I spin a roulette wheel or have a flutter at the Blackjack table. This is the first time you're out hunting the big game of NCW, and it doesn't matter if you bring that gorilla of yours to ringside, if you want this belt from me you're going to have to make the kill all by yourself and pry it from my cold dead fingers. Sometimes the old cliches do ring true, Stephen - do not hunt that which you are not prepared to kill.
And before being prepared to kill, you must first be prepared to die.
After dancing the night away, Kathy and Jake are all smiles, wrapped up in each other's arms as they are sat to the side, spectators, rather than participants this time.
Kathy: Jake, that was wonderful. Thank you.
Jake grins.
Jake: Not bad for someone who has only been doing this for a year, huh?
Kathy chuckles.
Kathy: I'm glad you've stuck by me through this Jake, I know it's not really you're thing, but I find it all very liberating, not to mention romantic. Sometimes I wish it was more than a hobby, you know, that I could have done it professionally...
Jake: So why don't you? NCW is closing in a few weeks, you could make a fresh start.
Kathy laughs.
Jake: I'm serious.
Kathy: Oh come on, I'm too old for it. I don't want to be shown up by pretty young things half my age...
Jake: Nonsense. If you have a passion for it, and a dream, you should follow it Kat, it's never too late and you're never too old. Besides how can I deny you your dreams when you've made all of mine come true?
Kathy blushed. Yes, even after five years of marriage, he could still say just the right thing to make her quiver. She smiles.
Kathy: You're so sweet Jake, but honestly I hope I never have to dance with another man besides you. Dancing requires absolute trust in your partner and there is no one else I trust. You've been so supportive even when I've indulged my silly little hobbies...
Jake: It's not silly to want to dance. In fact the more I do it, the more I realise it's just like wrestling, only without the obligatory trash talk and sweaty pinfall.
Kathy: It could be quite the gimmick for you, now you mention it. The Ballroom Brawler...
Jake: Yeah....that's...not happening...
Kathy laughs.
Kathy: Seriously though, thank you honey for everything. I know we've both got big matches this weekend and you still took time out to take me dancing for my birthday. You've definitely scored some major hubby points tonight and earned your reward.
Jake: It was my pleasure. Honestly Kat, maybe in the beginning I did it for the little incentives you'd promise me, but now..so help me, now I actually enjoy it...
Kathy: Really? So it doesn't matter that I'm swooning and all loved up right now waiting for some absolute blonde hunk of a man with a mighty fine ass to take me out of here? Such a shame...
Kathy gets a devilish smirk on her face as she teases him.
Jake: Now, now,I didn't say that...THAT would be silly...
Kathy gets up, taking her husband by the hand as she smiles and leads him off to a strictly private dance. A dance where she would take the lead and he would quite happily follow.
Jake takes his wife by the hand and leads, swinging his foot out slightly, a move which she mirrors in front of his leg. She twirls into his embrace, with her back to him, she bends her leg which he catches and holds above his waist as he takes her into a half twirl and back again. She puts one leg into his arms, and then a second so that he is supporting her as she leans back almost all the way in his embrace. her hand touching the floor. She straightens up after a few moments and the couple spin to the right, then a second and a slower third. Jake then does some swinging steps before Kathy extends one leg out behind her before twirling as he has her by the hand, she then swings one leg in both directions before executing a small jump and Jake catches her firmly by the waist, spinning into it as he brings her gently back to the ground. The couple spin a couple of times, before Jake lifts her off the ground, she wraps one leg and his waist and kicks out with the other.
She then keeps her legs wrapped around his waist as the couple step and spin across the dance floor a few more times, the couple step and spin using the space around them, before Kathy spins out of it, twirling as she extends a leg out behind her. Kathy then straightens up and arches backwards as her husband lean forwards and the couple lock eyes for a few breathless moments, just staring at each other, probing the connection between their entwined souls. The couple slow their twirling considerably as Kathy has one knee bent so that it appears as a figure four in relation to her other leg. He can feel her breath on his neck and she can feel his pulse quicken as he releases her so that she arches back, her arms stretched and he leans forward, his arms outstretched.
The couple are chest to chest, beating heart to beating heart before Jake slowly wraps his arms around her lower back. She wraps her arms around his neck, before Jake takes her by the hand again. She twirls out of it, and he in turn twirls out of it before following her a few steps across the floor. He puts a hand on her shoulder and she turns in towards him. He takes her by the hand and spins around, guided by her outstretched hand.
He pulls her in before putting his hand back around her waist and the couple step and spin, mirroring each other's small kick outs and Kathy swings her leg left and then right before bending it into her husband's firm grip as he twirls her a few times as she is lifted off the ground. On her return, she is almost horizontal between his legs and as he pulls her back up she kicks both legs out before the couple step, kick and turn a a few more times before Kathy concludes with a leap, kick out and one final jump that sees her land with one bent knee and the other outstretched leg as she tilts her head back and smiles up at her husband, a little breathless.
He mouths "Happy Birthday Honey."
She mouths "I love you," in response.
The opening guitar riff to 'Hunt You Down' by Saliva penetrates the darkness that greets us with the smarkling yellow diamond path leading to a fence of diamonds around the Four Aces that are stacked with the Ace of Spades at the top. Just before the lyrics begin however, the lights are raised so that we see the back of the three time current reigning and defending NCW National Champion, The Ace, and he quickly spins around on his heel to face the camera and his no doubt watching opponent, Stephen Kingsley, wearing his trademark grin and his Championship around his waist.
G'day mate!
Welcome to the big dance Stephen. In the twilight of this company, you've finally made it to the big time, you get your chance to play with the big boys, and I for one hope you make the most of it sunshine because there will be no more, at least not in this company and not while I am still the National Champion. That's not me being cocky, those are just the facts of your situation, because as your buddy Cyrus has observed on more than one occasion, Sheilas are trouble, and you only need to look at the trouble this company is in all because one woman forgot to close her legs and do what is best for business instead she did only what is best for herself. So you see Kingsley, as beautiful as women are, they can be incredibly self-serving when it suits them and cause outright hell when their clock is ticking.
Why am I giving you this advice? Well maybe because that's just the kind of guy I am, and also because I know the kind of company you like to keep around you, if you're not hanging around with that big ol' chimpanzee, Cyrus, you're stuck making googly eyes at that ditz Carly, who sees nothing about you apart from an accent and some well defined biceps. That may be enough for Carly, but for most women, it takes so much more than that to be a boyfriend, and in this business it takes a whole hell of a lot more to be considered a legitimate professional wrestler.
There's absolutely no doubt in my mind what you're bringing to the dance this Sunday at Sovereign, you've got quite the substantial size and strength advantage over me, and over the last few months as you've tried to establish yourself as a singles competitor, as something more than just a random tag team guy brought in to fill out an international dance card in the tag tournament last year, I've seen damn near all of your opposition try to downplay your physical superiority over them with nothing more than a handful of stereotypical insults and borderline racist inferences. I will do no such thing, because I am above that, I have more class and as the greatest National Champion in the history of this company, I know how to act with the proper decorum.
Now I'm sure it does boil the blood of some American patriots to know that an Englishman and an Australian are going to go to war this Sunday over the chance to represent their nation, but hey that's just how the cards fall sometimes. It isn't my fault that there isn't another well bred man on the roster worthy enough to challenge me, American or otherwise. It isn't my fault that all they have left for me is a man descended from a long line of thugs, degenerates and low lives who were cast out from the greatest Nation on Earth. You've served your time at her Majesty's pleasure and I know if you were to beat me on Sunday, it would be quite the story of personal redemption for you.
But as Joe Everyman and Mike Laszlo learned last month, and Andrew Jacobsen learned the month before, I am not in the business of dealing out fairy tale endings, if you want your moment, you're going to have to step up and take it from me. This belt is not like the ones you wear as an accessory, fashioned out of crocodile hide, it is so much more. It is not often I find myself in the position of David face to face with the proverbial Goliath, but you need to understand something right now Kingsley, and that is the simple fact that even without a trusty slingshot, I've got more than enough stones to face you.
There's no doubt you're a man of your convictions Stephen, you went to prison for what you believed in, you followed Curtis because you believed in his cause, you believe in hunting the big game, and you do it not so much for the sport of it, but for the thrill of it, the adrenalin, the rush and the risk. That I can understand, and even respect, you hunt Crocodiles for the same reason I spin a roulette wheel or have a flutter at the Blackjack table. This is the first time you're out hunting the big game of NCW, and it doesn't matter if you bring that gorilla of yours to ringside, if you want this belt from me you're going to have to make the kill all by yourself and pry it from my cold dead fingers. Sometimes the old cliches do ring true, Stephen - do not hunt that which you are not prepared to kill.
And before being prepared to kill, you must first be prepared to die.
After dancing the night away, Kathy and Jake are all smiles, wrapped up in each other's arms as they are sat to the side, spectators, rather than participants this time.
Kathy: Jake, that was wonderful. Thank you.
Jake grins.
Jake: Not bad for someone who has only been doing this for a year, huh?
Kathy chuckles.
Kathy: I'm glad you've stuck by me through this Jake, I know it's not really you're thing, but I find it all very liberating, not to mention romantic. Sometimes I wish it was more than a hobby, you know, that I could have done it professionally...
Jake: So why don't you? NCW is closing in a few weeks, you could make a fresh start.
Kathy laughs.
Jake: I'm serious.
Kathy: Oh come on, I'm too old for it. I don't want to be shown up by pretty young things half my age...
Jake: Nonsense. If you have a passion for it, and a dream, you should follow it Kat, it's never too late and you're never too old. Besides how can I deny you your dreams when you've made all of mine come true?
Kathy blushed. Yes, even after five years of marriage, he could still say just the right thing to make her quiver. She smiles.
Kathy: You're so sweet Jake, but honestly I hope I never have to dance with another man besides you. Dancing requires absolute trust in your partner and there is no one else I trust. You've been so supportive even when I've indulged my silly little hobbies...
Jake: It's not silly to want to dance. In fact the more I do it, the more I realise it's just like wrestling, only without the obligatory trash talk and sweaty pinfall.
Kathy: It could be quite the gimmick for you, now you mention it. The Ballroom Brawler...
Jake: Yeah....that's...not happening...
Kathy laughs.
Kathy: Seriously though, thank you honey for everything. I know we've both got big matches this weekend and you still took time out to take me dancing for my birthday. You've definitely scored some major hubby points tonight and earned your reward.
Jake: It was my pleasure. Honestly Kat, maybe in the beginning I did it for the little incentives you'd promise me, but now..so help me, now I actually enjoy it...
Kathy: Really? So it doesn't matter that I'm swooning and all loved up right now waiting for some absolute blonde hunk of a man with a mighty fine ass to take me out of here? Such a shame...
Kathy gets a devilish smirk on her face as she teases him.
Jake: Now, now,I didn't say that...THAT would be silly...
Kathy gets up, taking her husband by the hand as she smiles and leads him off to a strictly private dance. A dance where she would take the lead and he would quite happily follow.