Post by The Ace on May 16, 2013 18:52:26 GMT -6
I had been running on the treadmill for a while earlier in the day to improve my cardio, I had done crunches, skipped rope, done some bench pressing and now to complete what was essentially a Rocky training montage but with a better soundtrack as I had Drowning Pool's 'Over My Head' blaring in my ears as I was sat on the edge of a workout bench after being given a space all too myself in this gym - such were the virtues of being a celebrity, and the price of my solitude this morning had been a couple of private autograph and photo sessions with the gym owner and his two young sons, but it was as worth it today as it had been for the past three days in the lead up to my last chance at redemption.
Doing a few more bicep curls this week probably wasn't the definitive secret to beating Adam Knite in the middle of an NCW that I wanted, or even needed it to be, but damn it at this point its all I had left. To think I spent so much of my early NCW career ridiculing men like Jason Evans for spending entirely too much time in a gym and how it all meant nothing if you couldn't get it all to translate into the ring, yet here I was potentially setting myself up for the same fate. I had never been able to translate an effective offence against Adam Knite in a one-on-one situation and worse still I knew when it came time for him to step up to the camera and say his piece, he wouldn't be shy of reminding me of that very fact.
It suddenly struck me as my arms found their rhythm that I hadn't trained quite this long or quite this hard for an NCW match since my World Championship shot at Sovereign four years ago, I hadn't underestimated a man of even the small stature like Jack Hammond when it was all on the line so I wasn't about to underestimate a man with the legacy and record against me like Adam Knite. If there was one victory that would mean more to me on a personal level than my World Title and even my three separate National Championships, it would be this victory and this opportunity to recoup my greatest loss on the grandest stage of them all exactly four years ago.
I knew nobody cared if I ever managed to beat Adam Knite one on one more than me, Billy and Jack and their proud Pop didn't care when they let me use their gym, but then they also didn't care that I was supposed to be the bad guy. I was one of the few guys on the roster who prided himself on maintaining a sense of kayfabe in all of my public appearances, but now that this company was closing, I figured what the hell and let the curtain fall. It had been quite the shock to young Caleb, who by now had grown quite used to my rather old school mentality whenever he tagged along with me, often the poor bastard ended up being my personal photographer for impromptu fan photos so the least I could do was return the favour when they wanted a picture with the Master of Gravity...
You know Adam, they say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and over again and each time expecting a different result, and maybe it is, maybe I truly am committed, or at the very least should be. I don't quite know why I let it bother me so much that I've never been able to whoop that bald piddly ass of yours but it does, it eats away at me, disturbs me at my very core. Some nights I just can't sleep knowing I've never beaten you and it is on those very nights that I sit up and thank my stars that I have such an extraordinarily hot wife with whom to share the benefits of insomnia with, if you know what I mean...
The Ace winks.
So I guess my healthy sex life is something I should thank you for too Adam, four years ago when you beat me for a World Championship on which I never even got to see my own damn name, you taught me a very important lesson, perhaps the most important lesson that a loving husband and father can learn, you taught me to cherish all that I have, and I do and its because I do that I can't honestly say that in your position I wouldn't have done the exact same thing. After the pedestal I put my own wife on, it would be the height of hypocrisy for me to criticise how Kelly Fox's open leg policy lead to the closure of this company. I can understand that your kids are precious, but what I have a harder time digesting is the fact that rather than keep their future secure and grow this company into a position where Ryleigh can face Solitaire and we can look on as proud poppas still fueding through our daughters at A Night To Remember 2030, you decided to shut up shop and go home. But then nobody ever accused me of having a head for business and if I've missed something entirely, I'm sure you'll tell me somewhere in between recapping how the record in NCW has always shown you to be my superior in every way and of course telling me how even one win against you will nor change that.
The Ace yawns.
I'd like to give you the benefit of the doubt here Adam, I'd like to think that over the years you've accumulated much more respect for me as a competitor than to simply hit me with the 'Alex Jones defense' but it really was the best you had for me the last time we faced off in October 2012, and on that night it proved to be just enough for you to once again trump me in between those ropes so I really couldn't fault you at all if you decided once again to stick to what works, the winning formula - you should know though that it just so happens to bore me to tears so really if that's all you have to say I say you save it and we do all our talking and tell our story the traditional way - inside that twenty by twenty ring. I've heard it all before, you've heard it all before, the thousands who will be in attendance this Sunday and the millions more watching around the world have heard it all before. This isn't our first dance on the grand stage but it will be our last, so give the people something different Adam, something truly memorable. You owe them that much for sticking by you and this company for the last six years and you damn sure owe me something truly majestic for my final match in New Championship Wrestling, especially after the loyalty I've shown you and Kelly.
A loyalty you saw fit to question even last October when you threatened me with an abrupt end if I didn't live up to your expectations as Head of the Starlets Division - I guess fate really does have a tremendous sense of humour after all because the irony is Adam that you couldn't keep your little sceptre in your pants long enough to do what was best for business and thusly you failed to live up to not only my expectations as a responsible man in charge but also the whole damn roster - people who gave you years of their lives only to be told at the end of the day, sorry guys we really want a baby and NCW isn't a part of our little family plan. Everybody else on the roster may never go on record saying the things I've said, but I figure what the hell? What have I really got to lose by bringing a little honesty to the proceedings? A match to you? Oh please, I bought that well worn T-shirt a while ago...
If anything I've said bothers you at all Adam, if it unsettles the pit of your stomach just a little bit, bear in mind that this is exactly what you asked of me last October and I didn't deliver, you wanted mutual respect thrown out the window so now here we are. I could not give you the chauvinistic womanizer then and I cannot give him to you know but I am willing to meet you half way and to do so with a well placed sledgehammer shot to the face. Am I really that desperate for the win? I'm sure your ego being what it is would like to believe so but honestly I'd just enjoy it for what it was - an unforgettably nostalgic feeling every bit as warm and gooey as the blood that would run down your face as the King was finally brought to his knees by a man who only last week humbled the mighty servant of Thor.
Just imagine the sheer unforgettable poetry of such a moment.
Truly those are the moments that last a lifetime.
Truly those are the moment that are worth remembering.
And those are the moments I will cherish even as I make them.
One last time.
Six years ago if you had told me that I'd be standing here today as the three time and final National Champion ever in the history of NCW, I'd probably have been right along with the naysayers who thought it was impossible for me to amass any kind of decent title reign, I was the definition of a transitional Champion, but I persevered and as I lock away the National Championship - the real National Championship - not a replica - in my trophy case knowing that I am undisputed as the last in a great line of National Champions and that now that name plate will be forever etched with THE ACE I can't help but chuckle at my own distorted reflection in the glass as I realise that the very same people who said I'd never be able to hold onto a title for more than thirty-five days are the ones who now say I will never beat Adam Knite. That it is downright impossible...
But that's okay, I'm The Ace.
And I'm never the safe bet.
Because I prefer to dream in impossibilities.
Doing a few more bicep curls this week probably wasn't the definitive secret to beating Adam Knite in the middle of an NCW that I wanted, or even needed it to be, but damn it at this point its all I had left. To think I spent so much of my early NCW career ridiculing men like Jason Evans for spending entirely too much time in a gym and how it all meant nothing if you couldn't get it all to translate into the ring, yet here I was potentially setting myself up for the same fate. I had never been able to translate an effective offence against Adam Knite in a one-on-one situation and worse still I knew when it came time for him to step up to the camera and say his piece, he wouldn't be shy of reminding me of that very fact.
It suddenly struck me as my arms found their rhythm that I hadn't trained quite this long or quite this hard for an NCW match since my World Championship shot at Sovereign four years ago, I hadn't underestimated a man of even the small stature like Jack Hammond when it was all on the line so I wasn't about to underestimate a man with the legacy and record against me like Adam Knite. If there was one victory that would mean more to me on a personal level than my World Title and even my three separate National Championships, it would be this victory and this opportunity to recoup my greatest loss on the grandest stage of them all exactly four years ago.
I knew nobody cared if I ever managed to beat Adam Knite one on one more than me, Billy and Jack and their proud Pop didn't care when they let me use their gym, but then they also didn't care that I was supposed to be the bad guy. I was one of the few guys on the roster who prided himself on maintaining a sense of kayfabe in all of my public appearances, but now that this company was closing, I figured what the hell and let the curtain fall. It had been quite the shock to young Caleb, who by now had grown quite used to my rather old school mentality whenever he tagged along with me, often the poor bastard ended up being my personal photographer for impromptu fan photos so the least I could do was return the favour when they wanted a picture with the Master of Gravity...
You know Adam, they say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and over again and each time expecting a different result, and maybe it is, maybe I truly am committed, or at the very least should be. I don't quite know why I let it bother me so much that I've never been able to whoop that bald piddly ass of yours but it does, it eats away at me, disturbs me at my very core. Some nights I just can't sleep knowing I've never beaten you and it is on those very nights that I sit up and thank my stars that I have such an extraordinarily hot wife with whom to share the benefits of insomnia with, if you know what I mean...
The Ace winks.
So I guess my healthy sex life is something I should thank you for too Adam, four years ago when you beat me for a World Championship on which I never even got to see my own damn name, you taught me a very important lesson, perhaps the most important lesson that a loving husband and father can learn, you taught me to cherish all that I have, and I do and its because I do that I can't honestly say that in your position I wouldn't have done the exact same thing. After the pedestal I put my own wife on, it would be the height of hypocrisy for me to criticise how Kelly Fox's open leg policy lead to the closure of this company. I can understand that your kids are precious, but what I have a harder time digesting is the fact that rather than keep their future secure and grow this company into a position where Ryleigh can face Solitaire and we can look on as proud poppas still fueding through our daughters at A Night To Remember 2030, you decided to shut up shop and go home. But then nobody ever accused me of having a head for business and if I've missed something entirely, I'm sure you'll tell me somewhere in between recapping how the record in NCW has always shown you to be my superior in every way and of course telling me how even one win against you will nor change that.
The Ace yawns.
I'd like to give you the benefit of the doubt here Adam, I'd like to think that over the years you've accumulated much more respect for me as a competitor than to simply hit me with the 'Alex Jones defense' but it really was the best you had for me the last time we faced off in October 2012, and on that night it proved to be just enough for you to once again trump me in between those ropes so I really couldn't fault you at all if you decided once again to stick to what works, the winning formula - you should know though that it just so happens to bore me to tears so really if that's all you have to say I say you save it and we do all our talking and tell our story the traditional way - inside that twenty by twenty ring. I've heard it all before, you've heard it all before, the thousands who will be in attendance this Sunday and the millions more watching around the world have heard it all before. This isn't our first dance on the grand stage but it will be our last, so give the people something different Adam, something truly memorable. You owe them that much for sticking by you and this company for the last six years and you damn sure owe me something truly majestic for my final match in New Championship Wrestling, especially after the loyalty I've shown you and Kelly.
A loyalty you saw fit to question even last October when you threatened me with an abrupt end if I didn't live up to your expectations as Head of the Starlets Division - I guess fate really does have a tremendous sense of humour after all because the irony is Adam that you couldn't keep your little sceptre in your pants long enough to do what was best for business and thusly you failed to live up to not only my expectations as a responsible man in charge but also the whole damn roster - people who gave you years of their lives only to be told at the end of the day, sorry guys we really want a baby and NCW isn't a part of our little family plan. Everybody else on the roster may never go on record saying the things I've said, but I figure what the hell? What have I really got to lose by bringing a little honesty to the proceedings? A match to you? Oh please, I bought that well worn T-shirt a while ago...
If anything I've said bothers you at all Adam, if it unsettles the pit of your stomach just a little bit, bear in mind that this is exactly what you asked of me last October and I didn't deliver, you wanted mutual respect thrown out the window so now here we are. I could not give you the chauvinistic womanizer then and I cannot give him to you know but I am willing to meet you half way and to do so with a well placed sledgehammer shot to the face. Am I really that desperate for the win? I'm sure your ego being what it is would like to believe so but honestly I'd just enjoy it for what it was - an unforgettably nostalgic feeling every bit as warm and gooey as the blood that would run down your face as the King was finally brought to his knees by a man who only last week humbled the mighty servant of Thor.
Just imagine the sheer unforgettable poetry of such a moment.
Truly those are the moments that last a lifetime.
Truly those are the moment that are worth remembering.
And those are the moments I will cherish even as I make them.
One last time.
Six years ago if you had told me that I'd be standing here today as the three time and final National Champion ever in the history of NCW, I'd probably have been right along with the naysayers who thought it was impossible for me to amass any kind of decent title reign, I was the definition of a transitional Champion, but I persevered and as I lock away the National Championship - the real National Championship - not a replica - in my trophy case knowing that I am undisputed as the last in a great line of National Champions and that now that name plate will be forever etched with THE ACE I can't help but chuckle at my own distorted reflection in the glass as I realise that the very same people who said I'd never be able to hold onto a title for more than thirty-five days are the ones who now say I will never beat Adam Knite. That it is downright impossible...
But that's okay, I'm The Ace.
And I'm never the safe bet.
Because I prefer to dream in impossibilities.