Post by The Ace on Oct 5, 2007 6:14:49 GMT -6
*The scene opens with The Ace sat in his locker-room, with the sledgehammer stood up between his knees, his arms folded over its head...he is looking very pleased with himself*
Last week I made a promise that The Burning would be burnt out, and at Collision you all saw that I am a man of my word, The Burning is out of comission, perhaps indefinitely, and as it stands I've been here for a month and nCw has lost two of its most promising stars already...thanks to The Ace...the Show's over...the Burning is extinguished...and if you boys in the back still doubt that I am the real deal...consider this, I am doing the job of The Empire far more effectively than even they can, I am single-handedly eliminating their biggest potential threats one by one, and if you think that makes NWS look like a sorry bunch of piddly asses, I'll be the first to agree with you, but what makes the dwhole thing so delightfully delicious for me personally is the fact that it makes The Empire look even sorrier...
*The Ace laughs*
As a lone rogue, I am The Wild Card, affiliated with no one here in nCw, and still bold enough to make a difference, there was a time early in my career where I proclaimed myself to be the One Man Revolution, and now some years on, the nCw is experiencing first hand why that moniker still holds true today...ever since I arrived here, I've been getting the job done, that's why The Ace is so much more than a name, one NWS member down and out already and not even a word of acknowledgement from anybody...not that I would expect it to be any different, everyone knows by now that its useless to flap their gums about me, so as it is my opponents have finally realised that the safest course of action is not to say a damn thing, otherwise they might regret it, but still some of you may wonder why even the big dogs haven't said a word against me... I'll tell you why...its actually very simple...
*The Ace leans forward and glares into the camera*
Intimidation...
*The Ace grins*
Whether the Superstars in the back want to acknowledge their fears or not, I know they are intimidated by the flawless public executions I have performed over the last three weeks, as indeed they should be...you all know my name...and its only a matter of time before its not only on the plate of Lance Ryan's World Heavyweight Championship but also tattooed across his wife's buttocks...
*The Ace smirks*
Speaking of tattooed asses, Reckless Jack...all I can say is someone in management must really hate you, what did you do to piss them off that they want you out so bad? Unless of course you were stupid enough to ask for this match as some sort of futile effort at retribution for your stablemate who fell off the very same bandwagon just as quickly as you yourself jumped on two weeks ago...speaking in my capacity as the seemingly self-appointed shadow executioner for The Empire, I'd say you picked the wrong side, not that The Empire has done anything worth a damn lately eitther...proving once again that the only truly superior Empire in history was, is and forever will be the British Empire...
*The Ace laughs*
Survival of the British, it's a rule of nature I have proved time and time again in between those ropes, and unfortunately for you, there is only one Jack I respect, admire and salute and its not of the Reckless variety...it is of course, the Union Jack...
*The Ace pauses for a moment as he is overcome with a tremendous sense of pride and patriotism for his home nation...*
Jack, let's get a few things straight right now, there's nothing remotely wreckless about you, least of all the way you choose to omit the silent W from the spelling of your name, that's not wreckless, that's just careless...but since you obviously don't like to include Ws where they should be, I shall save you the trouble of including another one to your nCw record after Mind Games this Sunday...I take it you prefer Ls since you appear to have no hesitations about including them where they should be...of course I could be overestimating you, perhaps you haven't omitted the W to be cool, perhaps you really are illiterate, or just plain stupid, I mean any man who proclaims himself to be a Self-Revolution has got to be a few currants short of a fruit cake...
*The Ace laughs*
But even leaving aside how ridiculous that moniker is, it still doesn't change the fact that a jack, even a Reckless one, is below any and all aces in the deck, it has always been that way and its not likely to change by the time Sunday rolls around...The Ace will trump Reckless Jack when the strata of card games comes to the forefront of Mind Games...we may be opening the show together but I, and I alone will be the only one opening a can of whoopass at the same time...and believe me, it will be just as refreshing as seeing the blood pour down your face...and in the true spirit of your stable, you will fall just as The Burning did and in the end you too shall receive no warning shots...
*The Ace laughs as he brings the hammer up to his face, fixated by it and the power and the lethality it represents in his hands...*
I saw your match at Collision Jack and you couldn't even pull off anything worth talking about with the help of the bloody World Champion last week, so what hope do you have when you're forced to go one on one with a truly superior Superstar? What hope does the Self-Revolution have when he is forced to go one on one with the One Man Revolution?
*The Ace lowers the hammer and raises a self-assured eyebrow, leaving everybody, especially Reckless Jack to ponder the question as the scene fades to black...*
Last week I made a promise that The Burning would be burnt out, and at Collision you all saw that I am a man of my word, The Burning is out of comission, perhaps indefinitely, and as it stands I've been here for a month and nCw has lost two of its most promising stars already...thanks to The Ace...the Show's over...the Burning is extinguished...and if you boys in the back still doubt that I am the real deal...consider this, I am doing the job of The Empire far more effectively than even they can, I am single-handedly eliminating their biggest potential threats one by one, and if you think that makes NWS look like a sorry bunch of piddly asses, I'll be the first to agree with you, but what makes the dwhole thing so delightfully delicious for me personally is the fact that it makes The Empire look even sorrier...
*The Ace laughs*
As a lone rogue, I am The Wild Card, affiliated with no one here in nCw, and still bold enough to make a difference, there was a time early in my career where I proclaimed myself to be the One Man Revolution, and now some years on, the nCw is experiencing first hand why that moniker still holds true today...ever since I arrived here, I've been getting the job done, that's why The Ace is so much more than a name, one NWS member down and out already and not even a word of acknowledgement from anybody...not that I would expect it to be any different, everyone knows by now that its useless to flap their gums about me, so as it is my opponents have finally realised that the safest course of action is not to say a damn thing, otherwise they might regret it, but still some of you may wonder why even the big dogs haven't said a word against me... I'll tell you why...its actually very simple...
*The Ace leans forward and glares into the camera*
Intimidation...
*The Ace grins*
Whether the Superstars in the back want to acknowledge their fears or not, I know they are intimidated by the flawless public executions I have performed over the last three weeks, as indeed they should be...you all know my name...and its only a matter of time before its not only on the plate of Lance Ryan's World Heavyweight Championship but also tattooed across his wife's buttocks...
*The Ace smirks*
Speaking of tattooed asses, Reckless Jack...all I can say is someone in management must really hate you, what did you do to piss them off that they want you out so bad? Unless of course you were stupid enough to ask for this match as some sort of futile effort at retribution for your stablemate who fell off the very same bandwagon just as quickly as you yourself jumped on two weeks ago...speaking in my capacity as the seemingly self-appointed shadow executioner for The Empire, I'd say you picked the wrong side, not that The Empire has done anything worth a damn lately eitther...proving once again that the only truly superior Empire in history was, is and forever will be the British Empire...
*The Ace laughs*
Survival of the British, it's a rule of nature I have proved time and time again in between those ropes, and unfortunately for you, there is only one Jack I respect, admire and salute and its not of the Reckless variety...it is of course, the Union Jack...
*The Ace pauses for a moment as he is overcome with a tremendous sense of pride and patriotism for his home nation...*
Jack, let's get a few things straight right now, there's nothing remotely wreckless about you, least of all the way you choose to omit the silent W from the spelling of your name, that's not wreckless, that's just careless...but since you obviously don't like to include Ws where they should be, I shall save you the trouble of including another one to your nCw record after Mind Games this Sunday...I take it you prefer Ls since you appear to have no hesitations about including them where they should be...of course I could be overestimating you, perhaps you haven't omitted the W to be cool, perhaps you really are illiterate, or just plain stupid, I mean any man who proclaims himself to be a Self-Revolution has got to be a few currants short of a fruit cake...
*The Ace laughs*
But even leaving aside how ridiculous that moniker is, it still doesn't change the fact that a jack, even a Reckless one, is below any and all aces in the deck, it has always been that way and its not likely to change by the time Sunday rolls around...The Ace will trump Reckless Jack when the strata of card games comes to the forefront of Mind Games...we may be opening the show together but I, and I alone will be the only one opening a can of whoopass at the same time...and believe me, it will be just as refreshing as seeing the blood pour down your face...and in the true spirit of your stable, you will fall just as The Burning did and in the end you too shall receive no warning shots...
*The Ace laughs as he brings the hammer up to his face, fixated by it and the power and the lethality it represents in his hands...*
I saw your match at Collision Jack and you couldn't even pull off anything worth talking about with the help of the bloody World Champion last week, so what hope do you have when you're forced to go one on one with a truly superior Superstar? What hope does the Self-Revolution have when he is forced to go one on one with the One Man Revolution?
*The Ace lowers the hammer and raises a self-assured eyebrow, leaving everybody, especially Reckless Jack to ponder the question as the scene fades to black...*