Post by The Ace on Jun 11, 2008 12:38:33 GMT -6
*The camera fades in from static and focuses on a TV screen playing footage from last week's Collision...*
~Reckoning grabs Ace by the leg. Ace looks down at Reckoning now and starts firing desperate right hands at Reckoning but Reckoning keeps fighting back to his feet. Reckoning gets to his feet now and is throwing shots back at Ace. He hits a good shot that staggers Ace back a step and that gives reckoning time to get the wherewithal to scoop Ace up and ramp him back first into the steel post. He backs up and does this a second time and then lays Ace on the apron, with his body inside the ring and his head hanging to the outside. Reckoning climbs up onto the apron now and gets a running start, does a forward flip and lands a sickly looking leg drop across the throat of Ace. Ace rolls to the inside of the ring grasping at his throat and Reckoning is on the outside slowly getting to his feet. Reckoning sees the chance to set up what he hopes to be the demise of Ace here and he grabs one of the three leftover tables at ringside and sets it atop of another one. He then grabs a steel chair from ringside and rolls into the ring. Ace is still on the mat and the referee is checking on him, Reckoning shoves the referee out of the way and sizes up Ace with the chair.}
Willy Carter: That abuse of the official was uncalled for Eric.
Eric Hardy: After all of the abuse that Ace has given mentally and physically to members of this roster in recent weeks, I hope that he is hurt and Reckoning finishes the job here.
Reckoning now rolls Ace over and smashes the end of the chair into the throat of Ace and Ace is again writhing in pain. This time there appears to be some blood coming from the mouth of Ace and this seems to set Reckoning off even more.~
*The camera pans around to show Kathy flinch with every chair shot that is heard, as tears glisten in her green eyes, giving the sparkle and odd beauty of a couple of emeralds set in her smooth marble complexion, she shivers and retreats into herself...as an arm reaches across and embraces her, she looks at him...*
Kathy: PPPleassse don't do this Jake...you lucky last week you not end up with more than bruise larynxxx...you no need to be Xtreme anymorre...you no need to ppppprrrrove anything by rrrrrrrriiissssking your health carrreerrr...
I have to sweetie, this is my chance to capture my first singles title here in nCw...to silence all the critics who say I can't do anything without Steve or the rest of the Corporate Empire watching my back...Reckoning wanted to end my career last week, but he failed and now I don't know or particularly care where he is or if he even shows up before Sunday, because if he doesn't he has guaranteed that there will be a new Xtreme Champion at Picture Perfect...and even if he does decide to show his pasty white piddly ass before his day of rest, I'll make sure that it'll be a photo finish, one where Reckoning is stuck in the frame, writhing in pain as I was last Sunday...oh yes that picture will not only be worth a thousand words but also the Xtreme Championship...
*The Ace start to laugh but immediately stops and winces as his throat hurts*
Kathy: I not care about RRRReckoning or Xtrrrrrreme Title, I only care about you...you have family now...think of little Solitaire...is this match worth risking her dad having serious injurrry? She love you Jake...I love you...we not want you hurt by taking ssstupid rrrrisk forrrr belt...belt not important...only family is...
*The Ace holds his wife tighter as he registers the concern in her eyes...*
Don't worry Kat, I'm not going anywhere, I promise you that, you and Solitaire have nothing to fear, I almost killed Reckoning last week, whereas the best he could manage is giving me a bruised larynx, and as long as I'm medically cleared to wrestle, Kelly says I have to wrestle, that's why she booked this match...
Kathy: **** Kelly Foxxxx...
*Kathy hisses*
Well gee, I'd like to but I never thought I'd get your permission...
*Kathy narrows her eyes at her husband and growls*
Kathy: You know that not what I mean Ace...
*The Ace smirks, he knew his wife only called him Ace when she meant business...*
I know honey, I was just kidding...
Kathy: You better be...
*She licks his ugly bruise across his neck, as she clutches the card around her neck to her chest...*
You know what's funny though? This match at Picture Perfect seems to have a lot of blockbuster or epic movie potential...I mean to me its more a remake of Metamorphosis, at least for Ortega and myself, he hasn't had a singles title shot since, and I lost my chance at the Xtreme Title at that PPV to his buddy Jason...
Kathy: I enjoy hitting Jason with rake lasssst week...
*Kathy laughs, with an almost feline purr to it*
Almost as I enjoyed watching it I bet...but like I said, this Pay Per View feels almost like a rehash of Metamorphosis for me with a few more extras thrown in...I mean Reckoning is basically the poster boy for all the geeky white youth of today who desperately try to deny who they are in favour of the so called coolness of the black culture, and as such he is just the poor man's Eminem or the reincarnation of Vanilla Ice, thinking and trying to convince everybody that he's ghetto when really he isn't...
*The Ace shakes his head*
Pathetic, infact some might even say we've seen enough of your sort in popular culture these days that its really not fresh or unique anymore...you tried to fight for your friend, you tried to take me out but you failed and now where ever you are, I don't think it would be any leap of faith to imagine that you are regretting flapping your gums and underestimating just how tough I am whilst you sit there picking splinters out of your face...
*The Ace smiles*
Picture Perfect will be a sequel for us, just as hard hitting, but the addition of a couple of extra characters and if you think the basic plot will end any differently this time, think again...and as far as the extras go, well they're just there to die in movie style...think about it Reckoning, does SPECTRE ever manage to kill Bond? Does Lex Luther ever kill Superman? Does the Joker ever kill Batman? No, for those are the laws of movies, but I know what you're thinking, this won't be a movie, this will be a match, and matches aren't governed by the laws of movies, matches are governed by the laws of chance - so let's analyse the statistical probability of this crap shoot, shall we? This will be a match in which each of us has a twenty five per cent chance of walking out with your gold, but a seventy five percent of falling with the rest...see as I've said many times before, no one can understand and manipulate the laws of chance to his greatest advantage better than a gambler...
*The Ace grins*
I've proven my success in multi-man matches here in nCw many times over already, the added competition the fight against all odds, it seems to fuel me, drive me, push me, and it is something I thrive on...some of my best performances have been in matches where my chances of winning were low - battle royals, elimination matches, triple threats, fatal four ways and even that very first Showcase match - all have brought out the best in me, and more often than not have lead to my victory...think about it Reckoning, the last significant multi-man match for you and Hammond was that ten man Battle Royal in which both of you blew it, whereas I have spent the last five years triumphing in exactly those kinds of matches...
*The Ace smirks as he gets up and walks over to a decorated wall in his locker-room, displaying replicas of all the championships he has held in his career thus far - the camera pays particular attention to those titles which are branded as 'Xtreme', 'Hardcore' or 'Carnage' titles...*
Add to this the fact that I have been a part of every major incarnation of Xtreme, whether it be dressed up as 'Hardcore' or 'Carnage' company wise...what can I say? It seems to be a popular direction so far as those who run this business go, and at some point in my career I have represented each of those brutal companies and their divisions with pride, despite most people shunning me as just another 'pretty boy wrestler' in this business, this wall tells a different story, a story of blood, sweat, tears and violence that I have etched throughout my career...and this Sunday Reckoning, not only will history repeat itself and herald another win for me and another Xtreme Title, but you, Hammond and Ortega will spill blood to be just another chapter in my story, just another stich in the tapestry of my life and livelyhood...
*The Ace smirks*
Now I must address Hammond, there is not much I can say about a man I have never faced before, and perhaps Jack, you should count your blessings for that, the fact is that more often than not I have always lived up to my word when facing a Jack, and that is that a Jack can never trump an Ace, so it really doesn't matter to me whether you're of the 'Reckless' variety, Manson, Hammer, or just plain Hammond, because from what I've seen of you you're very inconsistent, and if a man is truly as good as his last match, then my friend, you were already trumped by the King of Diamonds last week, so its only natural that the Ace of Spades should trump you next...
*The Ace laughs, but grimaces as he does so, he leans against the wall to steady himself as a concerned Kathy runs up to him, putting a hand on his chest as he coughs, she leads him back to the couch of the Corporate Empire locker-room...The Ace smiles at his wife, thankful, but too proud to admit his moment of weakness...*
Don't let my state fool any of you, I may not be a hundred percent on Sunday, but I will do whatever is necessary to walk away with my first singles title in nCw...in that respect you and I Hamster are the same...we both want our first taste of individual gold and as much as I don't like to spill the blood of a fellow englishman, I will do so, if only to spare this company from your self doubting, emo peppered rants, because if you walk into a match against me doubting yourself sunshine, then it really won't matter how much of a petrol head you are, how much gas you have in your tank or how fast you want to run on my roulette wheel, all that will matter is that by the end of our match you'll be just another furry little rodent sent to pet Heaven after The Face Of Satan puts you through Hell...
*The Ace smirks as he stares directly into the camera, determined to go on despite the pain it causes him to talk, Kathy suspects he is more hurt than he is letting on but she knew that Jake Conway was too stuborn to admit it or back down from this fight...*
Jack, I've already made a point about sequels, and as much as I respect you for handing that jackass AJ his first loss, in his debut match no less, you did win the second Showcase Match, and in doing so became a follow up to me and as is the case with so many sequels these days they just don't have what made the original so damn great...they simply can't hold a candle to the original and that is something I will prove to you at Picture Perfect...
*The Ace smirks*
Hammond, you are not the only sequel in this match, for Ortega and myself, this will be the third installment in which both he and I are one a piece at the moment, will this be the final chapter between us? I highly doubt it, and far be it from me to recycle lines from Tyler or even Ortega himself and compare the sport for what is against a game of poker...the simple fact is I did and I do still consider Davey a friend, and maybe with his newfound drive he is my biggest threat going into this match, not only because he is a former Xtreme Champion himself, but also because as gamblers by nature we understand the laws of chance and go through life with a similar attitude and mindset, infact if he wasn't as even more inconsistent than Hammond, it would be almost as if I was wrestling my reflection...
*The Ace sighs*
You see I'm not ignorant to the potential Davey possesses, but there are times when I've seen him be lazy or just not care enough to bother competing, but when Ortega focuses, he can be unstoppable and he proved that last week when he beat one of the best here in nCw in Angel...but for all the glory of his dark horse victory last week, Ortega will not be able to saddle up and compete with the Blonde Stallion in the race to the Xtreme Title, whether he chooses to call himself Carnage or not...being Xtreme is more than a label...it is a way of life...
*The Ace smiles as he once again regards his wall of championships for a moment before turning back to address the camera...*
A way of life I know all too well, better than most, even though I don't make a moniker out of it for myself, like Dark Prophet or Spike Kane - quite frankly I don't need to, any true fan of this business knows my history in XWA and the third incarnation of the company that revolutionized Xtreme Wrestling - the Xtreme Wrestling Federation - the brainchild of the man who first brought this breed of sports entertainment to the masses, a man who taught me and mentored me through many tough words and even tougher matches as a rookie to eventually become as competent in his craft as he was - the only God of Xtreme worth a damn - Spike Kane...
*The Ace smirks*
Now anyone who knows me knows I'm not usually in the business of blowing smoke up people's asses, much less up the backside of Spike Kane, I do so only to make a point to each of you, but more to Ortega - you see Davey, I was taught by the best, by the pioneer in the art of Xtreme, I was a student of his game, I was once this God's Angel, before I took my fall from grace into the flames of Hellfire...I became self-aware, I became power hungry, I became intelligent, I became Satan...
*A darkness falls momentarily over The Ace's expression as he speaks*
Behold the Face of God...behold the Face of Satan...for we are one and the same...the wrath of God is the wrath of Lucifer, the light bearer, and Sunday will be the day of rest for the three of you who will burn in the light of knowledge and of my brilliance...
*The Ace laughs with an almost maniacal tone now, using the pain that shoots through his throat as fuel, he seems to almost enjoy feeding off his own pain, but not more than he would enjoy feeding off the pain of others this Sunday...*
Ortega, I do not fear you in your reborn incarnation for to me you are just the inferior follow up to the insanity of Spike Kane - I have seen true insanity my friend, I understand it, and I have felt first hand its consequences as it moulded me into the man who speaks to you now - and you Davey, you are not even close, you are just a pretender to the throne of insanity, just like Kevin Hardaway was, just like Dark Prophet is, and just like you always will be...my point is simply this, even though I don't really want to hurt you Ortega, I wish things could have been different, but your emotions made you weak, so we in the Corporate Empire did the onlt thing we could, you were not fit to lead us, and we knew you were too stubborn to follow...Davey, do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? I have stood toe to toe with true insanity and I have conquered it - it is the insanity which flows through the blood of Kane that has taught me and taught me well, and as surely as I learned to triumph over it, so too shall I triumph over you my friend...
*The Ace grins sadistically*
You think you know of insanity? All you know of is the water in which it lavishes, neither as thick nor as flowing as when it thrives in the blood it calls home, the blood I have spilled on many an occassion, just like I will draw forth the water from your veins Davey, only as a prelude to the blood which will inevitably follow, not because I want to, not even because I need to, simply because I can...you, Reckoning, and Jack Hammond have forced my hand, this will be a four way dance - a dance with the Devil, a dance with the poor man's gangster, a dance with diluted insanity and a dance with yet another Jack who will be trumped by The Ace as I bring into my grasp the Xtreme Championship and watch it glow by the pale moonlight of a silvery moon, bathed only in blood and gold...
*The camera focuses on the sadistic, twisted smirk on The Ace's face before it slowly fades to black, leaving that image fresh in the minds of the viewers...*
~Reckoning grabs Ace by the leg. Ace looks down at Reckoning now and starts firing desperate right hands at Reckoning but Reckoning keeps fighting back to his feet. Reckoning gets to his feet now and is throwing shots back at Ace. He hits a good shot that staggers Ace back a step and that gives reckoning time to get the wherewithal to scoop Ace up and ramp him back first into the steel post. He backs up and does this a second time and then lays Ace on the apron, with his body inside the ring and his head hanging to the outside. Reckoning climbs up onto the apron now and gets a running start, does a forward flip and lands a sickly looking leg drop across the throat of Ace. Ace rolls to the inside of the ring grasping at his throat and Reckoning is on the outside slowly getting to his feet. Reckoning sees the chance to set up what he hopes to be the demise of Ace here and he grabs one of the three leftover tables at ringside and sets it atop of another one. He then grabs a steel chair from ringside and rolls into the ring. Ace is still on the mat and the referee is checking on him, Reckoning shoves the referee out of the way and sizes up Ace with the chair.}
Willy Carter: That abuse of the official was uncalled for Eric.
Eric Hardy: After all of the abuse that Ace has given mentally and physically to members of this roster in recent weeks, I hope that he is hurt and Reckoning finishes the job here.
Reckoning now rolls Ace over and smashes the end of the chair into the throat of Ace and Ace is again writhing in pain. This time there appears to be some blood coming from the mouth of Ace and this seems to set Reckoning off even more.~
*The camera pans around to show Kathy flinch with every chair shot that is heard, as tears glisten in her green eyes, giving the sparkle and odd beauty of a couple of emeralds set in her smooth marble complexion, she shivers and retreats into herself...as an arm reaches across and embraces her, she looks at him...*
Kathy: PPPleassse don't do this Jake...you lucky last week you not end up with more than bruise larynxxx...you no need to be Xtreme anymorre...you no need to ppppprrrrove anything by rrrrrrrriiissssking your health carrreerrr...
I have to sweetie, this is my chance to capture my first singles title here in nCw...to silence all the critics who say I can't do anything without Steve or the rest of the Corporate Empire watching my back...Reckoning wanted to end my career last week, but he failed and now I don't know or particularly care where he is or if he even shows up before Sunday, because if he doesn't he has guaranteed that there will be a new Xtreme Champion at Picture Perfect...and even if he does decide to show his pasty white piddly ass before his day of rest, I'll make sure that it'll be a photo finish, one where Reckoning is stuck in the frame, writhing in pain as I was last Sunday...oh yes that picture will not only be worth a thousand words but also the Xtreme Championship...
*The Ace start to laugh but immediately stops and winces as his throat hurts*
Kathy: I not care about RRRReckoning or Xtrrrrrreme Title, I only care about you...you have family now...think of little Solitaire...is this match worth risking her dad having serious injurrry? She love you Jake...I love you...we not want you hurt by taking ssstupid rrrrisk forrrr belt...belt not important...only family is...
*The Ace holds his wife tighter as he registers the concern in her eyes...*
Don't worry Kat, I'm not going anywhere, I promise you that, you and Solitaire have nothing to fear, I almost killed Reckoning last week, whereas the best he could manage is giving me a bruised larynx, and as long as I'm medically cleared to wrestle, Kelly says I have to wrestle, that's why she booked this match...
Kathy: **** Kelly Foxxxx...
*Kathy hisses*
Well gee, I'd like to but I never thought I'd get your permission...
*Kathy narrows her eyes at her husband and growls*
Kathy: You know that not what I mean Ace...
*The Ace smirks, he knew his wife only called him Ace when she meant business...*
I know honey, I was just kidding...
Kathy: You better be...
*She licks his ugly bruise across his neck, as she clutches the card around her neck to her chest...*
You know what's funny though? This match at Picture Perfect seems to have a lot of blockbuster or epic movie potential...I mean to me its more a remake of Metamorphosis, at least for Ortega and myself, he hasn't had a singles title shot since, and I lost my chance at the Xtreme Title at that PPV to his buddy Jason...
Kathy: I enjoy hitting Jason with rake lasssst week...
*Kathy laughs, with an almost feline purr to it*
Almost as I enjoyed watching it I bet...but like I said, this Pay Per View feels almost like a rehash of Metamorphosis for me with a few more extras thrown in...I mean Reckoning is basically the poster boy for all the geeky white youth of today who desperately try to deny who they are in favour of the so called coolness of the black culture, and as such he is just the poor man's Eminem or the reincarnation of Vanilla Ice, thinking and trying to convince everybody that he's ghetto when really he isn't...
*The Ace shakes his head*
Pathetic, infact some might even say we've seen enough of your sort in popular culture these days that its really not fresh or unique anymore...you tried to fight for your friend, you tried to take me out but you failed and now where ever you are, I don't think it would be any leap of faith to imagine that you are regretting flapping your gums and underestimating just how tough I am whilst you sit there picking splinters out of your face...
*The Ace smiles*
Picture Perfect will be a sequel for us, just as hard hitting, but the addition of a couple of extra characters and if you think the basic plot will end any differently this time, think again...and as far as the extras go, well they're just there to die in movie style...think about it Reckoning, does SPECTRE ever manage to kill Bond? Does Lex Luther ever kill Superman? Does the Joker ever kill Batman? No, for those are the laws of movies, but I know what you're thinking, this won't be a movie, this will be a match, and matches aren't governed by the laws of movies, matches are governed by the laws of chance - so let's analyse the statistical probability of this crap shoot, shall we? This will be a match in which each of us has a twenty five per cent chance of walking out with your gold, but a seventy five percent of falling with the rest...see as I've said many times before, no one can understand and manipulate the laws of chance to his greatest advantage better than a gambler...
*The Ace grins*
I've proven my success in multi-man matches here in nCw many times over already, the added competition the fight against all odds, it seems to fuel me, drive me, push me, and it is something I thrive on...some of my best performances have been in matches where my chances of winning were low - battle royals, elimination matches, triple threats, fatal four ways and even that very first Showcase match - all have brought out the best in me, and more often than not have lead to my victory...think about it Reckoning, the last significant multi-man match for you and Hammond was that ten man Battle Royal in which both of you blew it, whereas I have spent the last five years triumphing in exactly those kinds of matches...
*The Ace smirks as he gets up and walks over to a decorated wall in his locker-room, displaying replicas of all the championships he has held in his career thus far - the camera pays particular attention to those titles which are branded as 'Xtreme', 'Hardcore' or 'Carnage' titles...*
Add to this the fact that I have been a part of every major incarnation of Xtreme, whether it be dressed up as 'Hardcore' or 'Carnage' company wise...what can I say? It seems to be a popular direction so far as those who run this business go, and at some point in my career I have represented each of those brutal companies and their divisions with pride, despite most people shunning me as just another 'pretty boy wrestler' in this business, this wall tells a different story, a story of blood, sweat, tears and violence that I have etched throughout my career...and this Sunday Reckoning, not only will history repeat itself and herald another win for me and another Xtreme Title, but you, Hammond and Ortega will spill blood to be just another chapter in my story, just another stich in the tapestry of my life and livelyhood...
*The Ace smirks*
Now I must address Hammond, there is not much I can say about a man I have never faced before, and perhaps Jack, you should count your blessings for that, the fact is that more often than not I have always lived up to my word when facing a Jack, and that is that a Jack can never trump an Ace, so it really doesn't matter to me whether you're of the 'Reckless' variety, Manson, Hammer, or just plain Hammond, because from what I've seen of you you're very inconsistent, and if a man is truly as good as his last match, then my friend, you were already trumped by the King of Diamonds last week, so its only natural that the Ace of Spades should trump you next...
*The Ace laughs, but grimaces as he does so, he leans against the wall to steady himself as a concerned Kathy runs up to him, putting a hand on his chest as he coughs, she leads him back to the couch of the Corporate Empire locker-room...The Ace smiles at his wife, thankful, but too proud to admit his moment of weakness...*
Don't let my state fool any of you, I may not be a hundred percent on Sunday, but I will do whatever is necessary to walk away with my first singles title in nCw...in that respect you and I Hamster are the same...we both want our first taste of individual gold and as much as I don't like to spill the blood of a fellow englishman, I will do so, if only to spare this company from your self doubting, emo peppered rants, because if you walk into a match against me doubting yourself sunshine, then it really won't matter how much of a petrol head you are, how much gas you have in your tank or how fast you want to run on my roulette wheel, all that will matter is that by the end of our match you'll be just another furry little rodent sent to pet Heaven after The Face Of Satan puts you through Hell...
*The Ace smirks as he stares directly into the camera, determined to go on despite the pain it causes him to talk, Kathy suspects he is more hurt than he is letting on but she knew that Jake Conway was too stuborn to admit it or back down from this fight...*
Jack, I've already made a point about sequels, and as much as I respect you for handing that jackass AJ his first loss, in his debut match no less, you did win the second Showcase Match, and in doing so became a follow up to me and as is the case with so many sequels these days they just don't have what made the original so damn great...they simply can't hold a candle to the original and that is something I will prove to you at Picture Perfect...
*The Ace smirks*
Hammond, you are not the only sequel in this match, for Ortega and myself, this will be the third installment in which both he and I are one a piece at the moment, will this be the final chapter between us? I highly doubt it, and far be it from me to recycle lines from Tyler or even Ortega himself and compare the sport for what is against a game of poker...the simple fact is I did and I do still consider Davey a friend, and maybe with his newfound drive he is my biggest threat going into this match, not only because he is a former Xtreme Champion himself, but also because as gamblers by nature we understand the laws of chance and go through life with a similar attitude and mindset, infact if he wasn't as even more inconsistent than Hammond, it would be almost as if I was wrestling my reflection...
*The Ace sighs*
You see I'm not ignorant to the potential Davey possesses, but there are times when I've seen him be lazy or just not care enough to bother competing, but when Ortega focuses, he can be unstoppable and he proved that last week when he beat one of the best here in nCw in Angel...but for all the glory of his dark horse victory last week, Ortega will not be able to saddle up and compete with the Blonde Stallion in the race to the Xtreme Title, whether he chooses to call himself Carnage or not...being Xtreme is more than a label...it is a way of life...
*The Ace smiles as he once again regards his wall of championships for a moment before turning back to address the camera...*
A way of life I know all too well, better than most, even though I don't make a moniker out of it for myself, like Dark Prophet or Spike Kane - quite frankly I don't need to, any true fan of this business knows my history in XWA and the third incarnation of the company that revolutionized Xtreme Wrestling - the Xtreme Wrestling Federation - the brainchild of the man who first brought this breed of sports entertainment to the masses, a man who taught me and mentored me through many tough words and even tougher matches as a rookie to eventually become as competent in his craft as he was - the only God of Xtreme worth a damn - Spike Kane...
*The Ace smirks*
Now anyone who knows me knows I'm not usually in the business of blowing smoke up people's asses, much less up the backside of Spike Kane, I do so only to make a point to each of you, but more to Ortega - you see Davey, I was taught by the best, by the pioneer in the art of Xtreme, I was a student of his game, I was once this God's Angel, before I took my fall from grace into the flames of Hellfire...I became self-aware, I became power hungry, I became intelligent, I became Satan...
*A darkness falls momentarily over The Ace's expression as he speaks*
Behold the Face of God...behold the Face of Satan...for we are one and the same...the wrath of God is the wrath of Lucifer, the light bearer, and Sunday will be the day of rest for the three of you who will burn in the light of knowledge and of my brilliance...
*The Ace laughs with an almost maniacal tone now, using the pain that shoots through his throat as fuel, he seems to almost enjoy feeding off his own pain, but not more than he would enjoy feeding off the pain of others this Sunday...*
Ortega, I do not fear you in your reborn incarnation for to me you are just the inferior follow up to the insanity of Spike Kane - I have seen true insanity my friend, I understand it, and I have felt first hand its consequences as it moulded me into the man who speaks to you now - and you Davey, you are not even close, you are just a pretender to the throne of insanity, just like Kevin Hardaway was, just like Dark Prophet is, and just like you always will be...my point is simply this, even though I don't really want to hurt you Ortega, I wish things could have been different, but your emotions made you weak, so we in the Corporate Empire did the onlt thing we could, you were not fit to lead us, and we knew you were too stubborn to follow...Davey, do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? I have stood toe to toe with true insanity and I have conquered it - it is the insanity which flows through the blood of Kane that has taught me and taught me well, and as surely as I learned to triumph over it, so too shall I triumph over you my friend...
*The Ace grins sadistically*
You think you know of insanity? All you know of is the water in which it lavishes, neither as thick nor as flowing as when it thrives in the blood it calls home, the blood I have spilled on many an occassion, just like I will draw forth the water from your veins Davey, only as a prelude to the blood which will inevitably follow, not because I want to, not even because I need to, simply because I can...you, Reckoning, and Jack Hammond have forced my hand, this will be a four way dance - a dance with the Devil, a dance with the poor man's gangster, a dance with diluted insanity and a dance with yet another Jack who will be trumped by The Ace as I bring into my grasp the Xtreme Championship and watch it glow by the pale moonlight of a silvery moon, bathed only in blood and gold...
*The camera focuses on the sadistic, twisted smirk on The Ace's face before it slowly fades to black, leaving that image fresh in the minds of the viewers...*