Post by The Ace on Apr 12, 2013 18:42:40 GMT -6
Jake Conway stood behind his wife as she sat at her dresser clutching the small red velvet box between her hands, the centre-piece of her gifts from him for her birthday this year, engraved on the box in gold lettering was MJ Christensen - that told her inside the box was something of remarkable quality. They were the premiere diamond jewelers in Las Vegas.
She flipped open the box and found inside possibly the only thing in this world that could rival the enchanting sparkle in her eyes. A customised diamond necklace with the centre being fashioned into a butterfly with its wings bejeweled with small intricate rubies and sapphires.
Kathy looks up and ahead into the mirror as she addresses her smiling husband.
Kathy: Oh Jake, it's beautiful. Thank you.
Kathy's smile seems half-hearted for a moment and Jake knew her so well that he picked up on it instantly.
Jake: Babe, what's wrong? Don't you like it? I can retu -
Kathy: No, no, it's beautiful. it really is. It's just that - and please don't take this the wrong way...
Jake suddenly looks concerned.
Jake: What is it, sweetie?
Kathy: Well, I know Roberto pays you well enough, its just that all these extravagant gifts bought with his money makes them feel a little less special, y'know?
Jake suddenly chuckles.
Jake: Honey, how cheap do you think I am that I wouldn't spend my own money on you for your birthday?
Kathy: What? You mean you bought this. How can you afford it?
Jake: I had to sell my kidney...but don't worry its only the second vital organ I've lost to you in five years....
Kathy arches an eyebrow.
Kathy: Second?
Jake: Oh yeah, I lost my heart to you a long time ago...
Kathy smiles as she removes the necklace from its box and drapes it around her neck, as Jake helps her fasten it behind her neck. With the clasp securely in place, she straightens it so that the butterfly decorates the valley of her plunging neckline. She turns and gets up to embrace her husband who presents her instead with an autographed playing card. She looks at it with a look of confusion as she flips it over.
The Queen of Diamonds.
She looks at him for an explanation.
Jake: Trust me...this is a good one...
Jake then shows her his card, she is wholly unsurprised by it being the Ace Of Spades.
Kathy: Oh God, this is another one of your magic tricks isn't it?
Jake then takes the card from her and inserts it into her mouth as she mumbles an objection. Jake then inserts his own card into his mouth and then precedes to kiss his wife for a few moments, he then breaks the kiss and pulls the card from his mouth, he flips it over, it is the Queen of Hearts that was signed with his name.
Kathy then removes her card from her mouth, sees her name written across the back of it and flips it over to reveal her husband's Ace Of Spades.
Kathy: Oh my God! How the hell did you do that?
Jake simply grins.
Kathy: For future reference, there are easier ways to get me to kiss you...
You know what I found most amusing about the list of your personal heroes there mate? That there was not a single Australian among them. That tells me everything I need to know about you, your country and where your personal sense of pride lies going into the biggest match of your career. You are forced to look beyond the shores of your own land when you look for aspirational heroes, and really, who can blame you? We all know that no Australian has ever achieved anything worthy of global recognition ever, and I know that it is often said that there is an exception to every rule, and I'm sure if you look hard enough you'll find one eventually, but until then, there's nothing that suggests to me or anybody else around here that you will prove yourself to be worthy enough to be that exception come Sunday at Sovereign.
Maybe you mention Babe Ruth and baseball to rally this nation of bleating idiots behind you by mentioning their sporting hero and instilling in them the very sense of national pride that you obviously lack, maybe you're hoping that you can turn the chants and grunts of U-S-A that you've heard in every arena and every match you've ever had since you arrived in this company and that we will no doubt hear again at Sovereign into a positive rather than just the simple fact of the sold out crowd and the millions more watching at home telling you to get the **** off their television sets.
Maybe you need their adulation, Stephen, maybe you need to be their hero. I don't and I never have and I never will, and that really makes all the difference between us. You're looking to escape your past, to make people forget that you are nothing more than a damned dirty criminal looking to steal my belt because we both know you will not earn it fairly. It just isn't in your nature to give me a fair fight and that is why you and I are more evenly matched going into this match than most people realise. Whilst there is absolutely no question that we are a physical mismatch, I am all too well aware of the mentality of a desperate man.
And make no mistake Stephen, in this match, that's exactly what you are. I see the starvation behind your eyes, you're hungry for gold, for recognition, to see your name in so many lights that you single-handedly validate the efforts of Thomas Edison. You want to be able to call your Momma back home and tell her that her boy done good, calls like that were why Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone. You want to be able to take Carly for a spin in a sports car and validate the fine engineering efforts of men like Henry Ford. Men who are your personal heroes.
I know this because ten years ago when I started in this business, I had those very same dreams and ambitions. They drove me to improve myself and the love of one truly amazing woman inspired me to shoot beyond my means and now I stand before you as the object of your envy, as your greatest National Champion. If it is true that I saved Kathy from dying alone, then it is the least I could do after she saved me from myself. I don't expect you to understand what real love is, not when you're content to parade that little clueless bimbo on your arm because as long as somebody somewhere sees you with a somewhat attractive woman in your company, then the prison rape jokes have a better chance of going away.
In theory at least.
Look on the bright side here though Stephen, you may not ever truly be able to escape your past or even win the National Championship, but I can guarantee that after Sunday, you will have a new foreign personal hero to look up to, the man who will humble you by showing the world that size really isn't everything in this business.
I will be your new personal hero Stephen.
And years from now you and Carly can tell your kids about the day daddy was out-wrestled by his idol on the grand stage. You can tell them that while you can wrestle saltwater crocodiles with your eyes closed, when it came down to it and you were really tested, you were no match for the greatest National Champion in NCW history.
Its okay to feel a little humility every now and then Stephen.
It's only natural when you're in the presence of your idols.
Just think Stephen, after this Sunday you get to tell the world "Jake Conway really is Ace!"
For you, there will be no prouder moment than that.
Jake: Listen, honey I'm not sure I want you out there with me on Sunday. Especially if he's bringing Cyrus with him.
Kathy: Have you forgotten that you've booked me in a damned Coliseum match?
Jake: No, of course not...
Kathy: Well then, I think if I can survive that match, I can handle Cyrus Daniels. Besides I owe him for some of the things both he and Stephen have said about me...
He could not argue with her. He had to admire the her strength and where it came from.Jake then puts his hand on her chest and feels the rhythmic beat of a strong, resolute heart.
Jake: Well, what do you know? I never lost my heart after all...
Kathy smiles.
Kathy: Of course not, I've kept it safe all this time...right here...
She puts her hand over his as she leans forward to kiss him. After a few moments, Jake breaks it.
Jake: You know, you're right...that was easier this time around...
Kathy: And even more magical...
She flipped open the box and found inside possibly the only thing in this world that could rival the enchanting sparkle in her eyes. A customised diamond necklace with the centre being fashioned into a butterfly with its wings bejeweled with small intricate rubies and sapphires.
Kathy looks up and ahead into the mirror as she addresses her smiling husband.
Kathy: Oh Jake, it's beautiful. Thank you.
Kathy's smile seems half-hearted for a moment and Jake knew her so well that he picked up on it instantly.
Jake: Babe, what's wrong? Don't you like it? I can retu -
Kathy: No, no, it's beautiful. it really is. It's just that - and please don't take this the wrong way...
Jake suddenly looks concerned.
Jake: What is it, sweetie?
Kathy: Well, I know Roberto pays you well enough, its just that all these extravagant gifts bought with his money makes them feel a little less special, y'know?
Jake suddenly chuckles.
Jake: Honey, how cheap do you think I am that I wouldn't spend my own money on you for your birthday?
Kathy: What? You mean you bought this. How can you afford it?
Jake: I had to sell my kidney...but don't worry its only the second vital organ I've lost to you in five years....
Kathy arches an eyebrow.
Kathy: Second?
Jake: Oh yeah, I lost my heart to you a long time ago...
Kathy smiles as she removes the necklace from its box and drapes it around her neck, as Jake helps her fasten it behind her neck. With the clasp securely in place, she straightens it so that the butterfly decorates the valley of her plunging neckline. She turns and gets up to embrace her husband who presents her instead with an autographed playing card. She looks at it with a look of confusion as she flips it over.
The Queen of Diamonds.
She looks at him for an explanation.
Jake: Trust me...this is a good one...
Jake then shows her his card, she is wholly unsurprised by it being the Ace Of Spades.
Kathy: Oh God, this is another one of your magic tricks isn't it?
Jake then takes the card from her and inserts it into her mouth as she mumbles an objection. Jake then inserts his own card into his mouth and then precedes to kiss his wife for a few moments, he then breaks the kiss and pulls the card from his mouth, he flips it over, it is the Queen of Hearts that was signed with his name.
Kathy then removes her card from her mouth, sees her name written across the back of it and flips it over to reveal her husband's Ace Of Spades.
Kathy: Oh my God! How the hell did you do that?
Jake simply grins.
Kathy: For future reference, there are easier ways to get me to kiss you...
You know what I found most amusing about the list of your personal heroes there mate? That there was not a single Australian among them. That tells me everything I need to know about you, your country and where your personal sense of pride lies going into the biggest match of your career. You are forced to look beyond the shores of your own land when you look for aspirational heroes, and really, who can blame you? We all know that no Australian has ever achieved anything worthy of global recognition ever, and I know that it is often said that there is an exception to every rule, and I'm sure if you look hard enough you'll find one eventually, but until then, there's nothing that suggests to me or anybody else around here that you will prove yourself to be worthy enough to be that exception come Sunday at Sovereign.
Maybe you mention Babe Ruth and baseball to rally this nation of bleating idiots behind you by mentioning their sporting hero and instilling in them the very sense of national pride that you obviously lack, maybe you're hoping that you can turn the chants and grunts of U-S-A that you've heard in every arena and every match you've ever had since you arrived in this company and that we will no doubt hear again at Sovereign into a positive rather than just the simple fact of the sold out crowd and the millions more watching at home telling you to get the **** off their television sets.
Maybe you need their adulation, Stephen, maybe you need to be their hero. I don't and I never have and I never will, and that really makes all the difference between us. You're looking to escape your past, to make people forget that you are nothing more than a damned dirty criminal looking to steal my belt because we both know you will not earn it fairly. It just isn't in your nature to give me a fair fight and that is why you and I are more evenly matched going into this match than most people realise. Whilst there is absolutely no question that we are a physical mismatch, I am all too well aware of the mentality of a desperate man.
And make no mistake Stephen, in this match, that's exactly what you are. I see the starvation behind your eyes, you're hungry for gold, for recognition, to see your name in so many lights that you single-handedly validate the efforts of Thomas Edison. You want to be able to call your Momma back home and tell her that her boy done good, calls like that were why Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone. You want to be able to take Carly for a spin in a sports car and validate the fine engineering efforts of men like Henry Ford. Men who are your personal heroes.
I know this because ten years ago when I started in this business, I had those very same dreams and ambitions. They drove me to improve myself and the love of one truly amazing woman inspired me to shoot beyond my means and now I stand before you as the object of your envy, as your greatest National Champion. If it is true that I saved Kathy from dying alone, then it is the least I could do after she saved me from myself. I don't expect you to understand what real love is, not when you're content to parade that little clueless bimbo on your arm because as long as somebody somewhere sees you with a somewhat attractive woman in your company, then the prison rape jokes have a better chance of going away.
In theory at least.
Look on the bright side here though Stephen, you may not ever truly be able to escape your past or even win the National Championship, but I can guarantee that after Sunday, you will have a new foreign personal hero to look up to, the man who will humble you by showing the world that size really isn't everything in this business.
I will be your new personal hero Stephen.
And years from now you and Carly can tell your kids about the day daddy was out-wrestled by his idol on the grand stage. You can tell them that while you can wrestle saltwater crocodiles with your eyes closed, when it came down to it and you were really tested, you were no match for the greatest National Champion in NCW history.
Its okay to feel a little humility every now and then Stephen.
It's only natural when you're in the presence of your idols.
Just think Stephen, after this Sunday you get to tell the world "Jake Conway really is Ace!"
For you, there will be no prouder moment than that.
Jake: Listen, honey I'm not sure I want you out there with me on Sunday. Especially if he's bringing Cyrus with him.
Kathy: Have you forgotten that you've booked me in a damned Coliseum match?
Jake: No, of course not...
Kathy: Well then, I think if I can survive that match, I can handle Cyrus Daniels. Besides I owe him for some of the things both he and Stephen have said about me...
He could not argue with her. He had to admire the her strength and where it came from.Jake then puts his hand on her chest and feels the rhythmic beat of a strong, resolute heart.
Jake: Well, what do you know? I never lost my heart after all...
Kathy smiles.
Kathy: Of course not, I've kept it safe all this time...right here...
She puts her hand over his as she leans forward to kiss him. After a few moments, Jake breaks it.
Jake: You know, you're right...that was easier this time around...
Kathy: And even more magical...