Post by The Ace on Jun 13, 2008 7:55:47 GMT -6
*The scene opens in a bar where Kathy is sat at a bar chatting to a fine looking young brunette, Kathy is wearing a red leather baby tea and red leather pants with matching fingerless gloves, her black hair has a streak of purple running through it. The brunette is dressed much more lady like in a blue velvet dress with a split up the side and sparkling diamond earrings to compliment the topaz shade of her eyes, they seem to be getting on well. The camera then switches to show three men, playing cards, one of them is The Ace who has his hair tied back into a neat pony tail, and blue tinted shades. The other two men look considerably younger than The Ace, but the similarity in their physical appearance doesn't go unnoticed. One of them also has a black leather jacket on, and shades pulled over the bridge of his nose. He runs a hand through his short blonde hair as he looks at his hand. The second man is dressed in a button up shirt decorated with the union jack and he strokes his blonde goatee in contemplation of his cards.
Come on Rich, get on with it...
*The man in the leather jacket regards The Ace with a smirk as he pulls a card from his hand and exchanges it for another in the pile to the side...*
Finally...you know Jase, I think Rich has become slower to react ever since he washed that brown dye out of his hair...just like a typical blonde...
*All three men laugh, being blondes themselves*
Jason: It's almost as painful as listening to one of his raps...
Or his failed wrestling career...
Richard: Hey!
*All three men laugh, Jason picks a card looks at it but then rejects it*
Everyone's doing it now you know, rapping is no longer as 'cool' as it once was...
Richard: I know, what's the deal with that?
*The Ace shrugs as he exchanges a card*
Jason: You were the Reckoning of 2004...
Richard: I know, and it didn't get me anywhere...and you weren't much help either, Jake!
Hey, I wasn't going to carry your piddly ass, you thought you could do what I do and you failed, you got your ass retired in only your second match with Ryan Matthews...
Richard: I know! Don't remind me, brother!
Jason: Whatcha gonna do?
Jason and The Ace: When we run wild over you...
Brother!
Richard: Shut up...fools!
*The Ace annd his youngest brother laugh at this, Richard does his best to ignore the heckling of his siblings as he selects a card and rejects it...*
Jason: I pity da fool who thinks he can beat me!
*All three men laugh at this as Jason selects a card and exchanges it*
You know, we haven't done this since last Christmas, The Conway Collective is back together again!
Jason: Hell yeah!
Richard: Ladies beware, we're on the tear!
*The three brothers laugh recalling their childhood posse motto*
Richard: Though technically I don't think that applies to either of you anymore...
*The Ace picks a card and exchanges it*
Jason: Hey, I'm only dating exclusively, Jake is the one with an anchor to his ass, not me!
*The Ace slaps his youngest brother upside the head, Richard laughs as he selects a card before quickly exchanging it...*
Richard: RUMMY!
Damn, see what you made me do now?
*Jason regards Richard's cards as he reveals them*
Jason: Three kings, two Queens...damn!
Right its down to you and me, Jase!
Richard: I'll get another round in...
*The two brothers nod at Richard, as he gets up to go to the bar*
So tell me, what's the deal with you and Laura?
*Jason selects a card and keeps it*
Jason: What do you mean?
You going to pop the question any time soon?
*Jason shakes his head as The Ace selects a card and keeps it*
Jason: We don't need that complication just yet, its too soon...
It's been what? Two years since you guys started dating...how is that too soon? Trust me Jase, love is like victory...it tastes sweet, comes suddenly and leaves a smile on your face...just like now!
*The Ace reveals his hand to his brother*
Three Jacks two Aces...read it and weep!
*Jason frustratingly abandons his cards, three sevens and a three and a four*
Jason: You win again!
I know, it's really becoming a habit of mine...this Sunday, I will have three jacks in the palm of my hand yet again, two jackasses and a Jack Hammond as I become the new Xtreme Champion...
*Jason rolls his eyes, getting up to leave as he knew his brother was off into another promo, Jason heads over to the blonde sat by Kathy at the bar and the two share a kiss before Jason and Richard start chatting at the bar...the camera focuses back on The Ace...*
Reckoning, perhaps its best that you have taken the silent approach, you see everyone seems to be singing or rapping in their promos lately, not only your fellow double scoop of Vanilla Ice, not so Sexy Jason but now even Ortega...hey maybe he realises the old saying holds true - if you can't beat them, join them...but like I said everyone seems to be cashing in on your gimmick so you're no longer the fresh hot thing on the menu...you've grown stale fast...and that is why this Sunday nCw needs a new Xtreme Champion...and I too will cash in on you for that title...
*The Ace smirks*
You see Reckoning, my brother tried to do what you're doing now four years ago, that whole blinged out, pimped up rapping white gangsta crap...he failed, just like you will...the only difference is he knew when to quit...and you apparently don't...
*The Ace shrugs*
But then again maybe you do, you know you're going to lose that belt this Sunday, so rather than stick around and trying to put up qnother fight against me, you tucked your tail between your legs and ran away...I suppose I can't blame you for wanting out of a second beating in the same number of weeks...you remind me of my XHF days facing Red Fusion, he was just as pathetic when I beat his piddly ass in two back to back matches and in the second which was a PPV match, claimed my first XHF singles title - the Hardcore Championship, and now, three years on, history is about to repeat itself in nCw...
*The Ace grins*
You see Ortega may respect you for being in the first Xtreme match, but I really don't give a damn, this Xtreme may not be your first but it just might be your last...and like Davey said, enjoy your champion's lifestyle, hold that gold that little bit tighter, because in just a few days, it'll all be over...and I don't need to rap at you to get that point across...your first defense will be your last, and not even Ortega's quest for vengeance or Hammond's little self-deflating rants will stop me from making sure of it...
*The Ace laughs*
Hammond, there isn't much I can say to you either, you've been quiet..as quiet as a hamster can be expected to be I suppose, but I really don't agree with Davey...it won't be the pressure of this big match that will crush you into the oblivion of failure, it will be me...the Hamster has been thrown amongst the big dogs to be butchered, and it won't matter how nippy or agile in the ring you think you are, what good is the ability to run if your legs end up broken...as the old cliche goes, you can run, but you can't hide, and neither your knowledge of cars or emo bands will help you in this match...well unless you want to cut yourself until you bleed to death and save us all the trouble on Sunday...
*The Ace laughs, a little tentatively, still aware that his throat was in rough shape*
So finally we come to the the Joke rather than the Joker of nCw, you see you may have taken off your make up, but either way this match will still be mono-a-mono between us, despite it being a fatal four way, you see nobody but us seems to care about this match, not Hammond, not Reckoning...so as far as I'm concerned, it will be you in one corner and in the other corner, the man who has brought real terror to nCw...The Ace...you hear me?
*The Ace grins, fully aware of the Joker-esque choice of words he spoke*
You see Davey, your luscious tan, those ruby lips and hair colour so natural only your undertaker knows for sure are no competition for the greatness and conviction of Jack Nicholson in that role, and furthermore just like a Jack, you are no competition for The Ace...you're certainly not Brand X or Brand Xtreme...but with the new improved Ace Brand...I get a win again and again...
*The Ace grins, clearly enjoying ripping into Ortega's seemingly short lived alter ego and its similarity to a famous comic villain...*
Ortega, I'm sure if I was to claim I made your cause worth a damn, you'd have to say 'I made you first'...How childish can we get? But the fact is nobody made me, Davey, you may have thought you were guiding me and maybe I'd let you have that much credit, but its quite obvious that you don't believe me when I sat here and told the world I didn't want to hurt you...but your insistence to try and deliberately cross me is forcing my hand...
*The Ace sighs again*
So be it, I'm glad you feel you don't need to hide behind face-paint anymore, because I would have slapped it from your face anyway...Carnage wasn't a winning personality and neither is Davey Ortega...I on the other hand am a winning reality...a hard-hitting, undeniable reality, such is the reality of Satan...I tried to show you respect and now you want to shun it, fair enough...you want to be buried and broken like Hammond and Reckoning...so be it, The Ace has proven his dominance over Kings and Queens and at Picture Perfect, The Ace will prove his dominance over self proclaimed Emperors too...
*The Ace smiles*
Confidence in yourself will only carry you so far Davey, and unfortunately for you it just won't be far enough and as far as sympathy goes, don't worry for I shall have none...because what you need to realise is that I don't need to ride a golden stallion to victory for I am The Blonde Stallion and on Sunday, I will cock my revolver and shoot your dark horse in the leg with a Russian Roulette bullet and watch it buck you as it fails to jump over the three hurdles that stand in your way on the race to the Xtreme gold...
*The Ace shakes his head laughing*
They say ignorance is bliss, and maybe that's true or maybe you're just stupid, but I don't care how pissed off you are or how stung you are by betrayal or how motivated you are by revenge, you don't seem to realise that whilst Xtreme might be a lifestyle you've grown accustomed to, for me its been a constant, right from the beginning - my career has been baptized in blood...and whilst I may have not had many Xtreme matches here in nCw, I do have experience in the Dragon's Den, and I've put so many people through tables and whipped them with straps so many times over the years that I've lost count quite honestly...add to this cages, cells, chambers and complexes of every size, type and description and I dare you to still sit there and tell me that you have more experience than me at being Xtreme...
*The Ace raises an eyebrow as if challenging Ortega*
Do so at your own peril Davey, the best thing for you to do if you're not going to bother to research my history before you flap your gums in the wind purely on the heels of your false assumptions is to shut up and learn to quit whilst you're ahead...
*Kathy walks over and sits beside her husband, they smile at each other, before The Ace continues...*
You want to take a cheap pop at my sanity for marrying this beautiful creature, because you don't understand our love, nobody does and quite frankly I don't expect them to, what I will say though is you'd have to be insane not to marry this sexy beast...true love is always insane, and you can claim to be at the other end of the spectrum, just as Satan is at the other end of the spectrum of God and you can talk all you want about your Xtreme roots just because you've held that title before me...the fact is I wasn't in that match, that is the only reason you managed to fluke out a win and not choke for once...but unfortunately for you, I am a part of this match...you can blame me for not warning you or standing up for you...but really if you really were as smart and as great as you want us all to believe oh Genius Macrobian, you sure as hell wouldn't have needed any warning, especially since it already happened to you once before...Genius Macrobian? Please...more like Gullable Macrobian, like any true idiot worth his salt, you fell for the second hostile takeover of the Empire just as quickly and suddenly as you did the first time round...and to think you call me insane!
*The Ace and Kathy snigger as they kiss, the couple then both face the camera*
It wont be me that finds a way home through Hell, but the Xtreme Championship will find a new home after this Sunday...you may not be afraid of my wrath Davey, but that dooesn't mean you'll be able to deliver me to Hell, maybe you should worry less about my deliverance, and more about who will deliver any of you from all the pain and suffering I intend to inflict at Picture Perfect...Davey, you may have rocked Spike, but in the end he still knocked you on your pathetic piddly ass, if that makes you the best, then I am quite clearly better than the best and you will go down with the rest...you may not be pretending anymore Ortega but you're still confusing fact with fiction...the fact is I am simply better than you and this Sunday your second Xtreme title reign will be the greatest work of fiction since you proclaimed yourself to be a genius...
*The Ace smirks as his brothers walk back over with a pint in their hands, Jason hands his brother one of the two pints he was carrying...*
Jason: You must be parched my brother...
*The Ace takes a drink*
Oh my brother...
Richard: Testify!
*The three men laugh before Jason introduces Laura to his oldest brother*
Richard: Sorry I couldn't help myself...
Jason: Laura...this is Jake...Jake...this is Laura...and I believe you've already met Kathy...
The pleasure is all mine...
*The Ace kisses Laura's hand*
Richard: Ever the gentleman...
Kathy: Of course...
*Everybody laughs as The Ace quickly changes the subject*
So eh...what are we doing for dad this Sunday?
*Everybody sits down as the brothers start to discuss their Father's Day surprise for their father, Thomas Conway...*
Strippers?
Jason: I don't think Mom would approve...
Richard: Unless she was doing the stripping...
*Everyone lets out a colossal scream of disgust*
Dude, you need help, seriously!
Jason: I second that...you know what that means...
The Ace and Jason: PENALTY!
Richard: Sorry...
*The camera fades on The Ace and Jason pouring the remainder of their pints all over Richard as a penalty for the awful idea and they continue to laugh at and heckle their now drenched brother...*
Come on Rich, get on with it...
*The man in the leather jacket regards The Ace with a smirk as he pulls a card from his hand and exchanges it for another in the pile to the side...*
Finally...you know Jase, I think Rich has become slower to react ever since he washed that brown dye out of his hair...just like a typical blonde...
*All three men laugh, being blondes themselves*
Jason: It's almost as painful as listening to one of his raps...
Or his failed wrestling career...
Richard: Hey!
*All three men laugh, Jason picks a card looks at it but then rejects it*
Everyone's doing it now you know, rapping is no longer as 'cool' as it once was...
Richard: I know, what's the deal with that?
*The Ace shrugs as he exchanges a card*
Jason: You were the Reckoning of 2004...
Richard: I know, and it didn't get me anywhere...and you weren't much help either, Jake!
Hey, I wasn't going to carry your piddly ass, you thought you could do what I do and you failed, you got your ass retired in only your second match with Ryan Matthews...
Richard: I know! Don't remind me, brother!
Jason: Whatcha gonna do?
Jason and The Ace: When we run wild over you...
Brother!
Richard: Shut up...fools!
*The Ace annd his youngest brother laugh at this, Richard does his best to ignore the heckling of his siblings as he selects a card and rejects it...*
Jason: I pity da fool who thinks he can beat me!
*All three men laugh at this as Jason selects a card and exchanges it*
You know, we haven't done this since last Christmas, The Conway Collective is back together again!
Jason: Hell yeah!
Richard: Ladies beware, we're on the tear!
*The three brothers laugh recalling their childhood posse motto*
Richard: Though technically I don't think that applies to either of you anymore...
*The Ace picks a card and exchanges it*
Jason: Hey, I'm only dating exclusively, Jake is the one with an anchor to his ass, not me!
*The Ace slaps his youngest brother upside the head, Richard laughs as he selects a card before quickly exchanging it...*
Richard: RUMMY!
Damn, see what you made me do now?
*Jason regards Richard's cards as he reveals them*
Jason: Three kings, two Queens...damn!
Right its down to you and me, Jase!
Richard: I'll get another round in...
*The two brothers nod at Richard, as he gets up to go to the bar*
So tell me, what's the deal with you and Laura?
*Jason selects a card and keeps it*
Jason: What do you mean?
You going to pop the question any time soon?
*Jason shakes his head as The Ace selects a card and keeps it*
Jason: We don't need that complication just yet, its too soon...
It's been what? Two years since you guys started dating...how is that too soon? Trust me Jase, love is like victory...it tastes sweet, comes suddenly and leaves a smile on your face...just like now!
*The Ace reveals his hand to his brother*
Three Jacks two Aces...read it and weep!
*Jason frustratingly abandons his cards, three sevens and a three and a four*
Jason: You win again!
I know, it's really becoming a habit of mine...this Sunday, I will have three jacks in the palm of my hand yet again, two jackasses and a Jack Hammond as I become the new Xtreme Champion...
*Jason rolls his eyes, getting up to leave as he knew his brother was off into another promo, Jason heads over to the blonde sat by Kathy at the bar and the two share a kiss before Jason and Richard start chatting at the bar...the camera focuses back on The Ace...*
Reckoning, perhaps its best that you have taken the silent approach, you see everyone seems to be singing or rapping in their promos lately, not only your fellow double scoop of Vanilla Ice, not so Sexy Jason but now even Ortega...hey maybe he realises the old saying holds true - if you can't beat them, join them...but like I said everyone seems to be cashing in on your gimmick so you're no longer the fresh hot thing on the menu...you've grown stale fast...and that is why this Sunday nCw needs a new Xtreme Champion...and I too will cash in on you for that title...
*The Ace smirks*
You see Reckoning, my brother tried to do what you're doing now four years ago, that whole blinged out, pimped up rapping white gangsta crap...he failed, just like you will...the only difference is he knew when to quit...and you apparently don't...
*The Ace shrugs*
But then again maybe you do, you know you're going to lose that belt this Sunday, so rather than stick around and trying to put up qnother fight against me, you tucked your tail between your legs and ran away...I suppose I can't blame you for wanting out of a second beating in the same number of weeks...you remind me of my XHF days facing Red Fusion, he was just as pathetic when I beat his piddly ass in two back to back matches and in the second which was a PPV match, claimed my first XHF singles title - the Hardcore Championship, and now, three years on, history is about to repeat itself in nCw...
*The Ace grins*
You see Ortega may respect you for being in the first Xtreme match, but I really don't give a damn, this Xtreme may not be your first but it just might be your last...and like Davey said, enjoy your champion's lifestyle, hold that gold that little bit tighter, because in just a few days, it'll all be over...and I don't need to rap at you to get that point across...your first defense will be your last, and not even Ortega's quest for vengeance or Hammond's little self-deflating rants will stop me from making sure of it...
*The Ace laughs*
Hammond, there isn't much I can say to you either, you've been quiet..as quiet as a hamster can be expected to be I suppose, but I really don't agree with Davey...it won't be the pressure of this big match that will crush you into the oblivion of failure, it will be me...the Hamster has been thrown amongst the big dogs to be butchered, and it won't matter how nippy or agile in the ring you think you are, what good is the ability to run if your legs end up broken...as the old cliche goes, you can run, but you can't hide, and neither your knowledge of cars or emo bands will help you in this match...well unless you want to cut yourself until you bleed to death and save us all the trouble on Sunday...
*The Ace laughs, a little tentatively, still aware that his throat was in rough shape*
So finally we come to the the Joke rather than the Joker of nCw, you see you may have taken off your make up, but either way this match will still be mono-a-mono between us, despite it being a fatal four way, you see nobody but us seems to care about this match, not Hammond, not Reckoning...so as far as I'm concerned, it will be you in one corner and in the other corner, the man who has brought real terror to nCw...The Ace...you hear me?
*The Ace grins, fully aware of the Joker-esque choice of words he spoke*
You see Davey, your luscious tan, those ruby lips and hair colour so natural only your undertaker knows for sure are no competition for the greatness and conviction of Jack Nicholson in that role, and furthermore just like a Jack, you are no competition for The Ace...you're certainly not Brand X or Brand Xtreme...but with the new improved Ace Brand...I get a win again and again...
*The Ace grins, clearly enjoying ripping into Ortega's seemingly short lived alter ego and its similarity to a famous comic villain...*
Ortega, I'm sure if I was to claim I made your cause worth a damn, you'd have to say 'I made you first'...How childish can we get? But the fact is nobody made me, Davey, you may have thought you were guiding me and maybe I'd let you have that much credit, but its quite obvious that you don't believe me when I sat here and told the world I didn't want to hurt you...but your insistence to try and deliberately cross me is forcing my hand...
*The Ace sighs again*
So be it, I'm glad you feel you don't need to hide behind face-paint anymore, because I would have slapped it from your face anyway...Carnage wasn't a winning personality and neither is Davey Ortega...I on the other hand am a winning reality...a hard-hitting, undeniable reality, such is the reality of Satan...I tried to show you respect and now you want to shun it, fair enough...you want to be buried and broken like Hammond and Reckoning...so be it, The Ace has proven his dominance over Kings and Queens and at Picture Perfect, The Ace will prove his dominance over self proclaimed Emperors too...
*The Ace smiles*
Confidence in yourself will only carry you so far Davey, and unfortunately for you it just won't be far enough and as far as sympathy goes, don't worry for I shall have none...because what you need to realise is that I don't need to ride a golden stallion to victory for I am The Blonde Stallion and on Sunday, I will cock my revolver and shoot your dark horse in the leg with a Russian Roulette bullet and watch it buck you as it fails to jump over the three hurdles that stand in your way on the race to the Xtreme gold...
*The Ace shakes his head laughing*
They say ignorance is bliss, and maybe that's true or maybe you're just stupid, but I don't care how pissed off you are or how stung you are by betrayal or how motivated you are by revenge, you don't seem to realise that whilst Xtreme might be a lifestyle you've grown accustomed to, for me its been a constant, right from the beginning - my career has been baptized in blood...and whilst I may have not had many Xtreme matches here in nCw, I do have experience in the Dragon's Den, and I've put so many people through tables and whipped them with straps so many times over the years that I've lost count quite honestly...add to this cages, cells, chambers and complexes of every size, type and description and I dare you to still sit there and tell me that you have more experience than me at being Xtreme...
*The Ace raises an eyebrow as if challenging Ortega*
Do so at your own peril Davey, the best thing for you to do if you're not going to bother to research my history before you flap your gums in the wind purely on the heels of your false assumptions is to shut up and learn to quit whilst you're ahead...
*Kathy walks over and sits beside her husband, they smile at each other, before The Ace continues...*
You want to take a cheap pop at my sanity for marrying this beautiful creature, because you don't understand our love, nobody does and quite frankly I don't expect them to, what I will say though is you'd have to be insane not to marry this sexy beast...true love is always insane, and you can claim to be at the other end of the spectrum, just as Satan is at the other end of the spectrum of God and you can talk all you want about your Xtreme roots just because you've held that title before me...the fact is I wasn't in that match, that is the only reason you managed to fluke out a win and not choke for once...but unfortunately for you, I am a part of this match...you can blame me for not warning you or standing up for you...but really if you really were as smart and as great as you want us all to believe oh Genius Macrobian, you sure as hell wouldn't have needed any warning, especially since it already happened to you once before...Genius Macrobian? Please...more like Gullable Macrobian, like any true idiot worth his salt, you fell for the second hostile takeover of the Empire just as quickly and suddenly as you did the first time round...and to think you call me insane!
*The Ace and Kathy snigger as they kiss, the couple then both face the camera*
It wont be me that finds a way home through Hell, but the Xtreme Championship will find a new home after this Sunday...you may not be afraid of my wrath Davey, but that dooesn't mean you'll be able to deliver me to Hell, maybe you should worry less about my deliverance, and more about who will deliver any of you from all the pain and suffering I intend to inflict at Picture Perfect...Davey, you may have rocked Spike, but in the end he still knocked you on your pathetic piddly ass, if that makes you the best, then I am quite clearly better than the best and you will go down with the rest...you may not be pretending anymore Ortega but you're still confusing fact with fiction...the fact is I am simply better than you and this Sunday your second Xtreme title reign will be the greatest work of fiction since you proclaimed yourself to be a genius...
*The Ace smirks as his brothers walk back over with a pint in their hands, Jason hands his brother one of the two pints he was carrying...*
Jason: You must be parched my brother...
*The Ace takes a drink*
Oh my brother...
Richard: Testify!
*The three men laugh before Jason introduces Laura to his oldest brother*
Richard: Sorry I couldn't help myself...
Jason: Laura...this is Jake...Jake...this is Laura...and I believe you've already met Kathy...
The pleasure is all mine...
*The Ace kisses Laura's hand*
Richard: Ever the gentleman...
Kathy: Of course...
*Everybody laughs as The Ace quickly changes the subject*
So eh...what are we doing for dad this Sunday?
*Everybody sits down as the brothers start to discuss their Father's Day surprise for their father, Thomas Conway...*
Strippers?
Jason: I don't think Mom would approve...
Richard: Unless she was doing the stripping...
*Everyone lets out a colossal scream of disgust*
Dude, you need help, seriously!
Jason: I second that...you know what that means...
The Ace and Jason: PENALTY!
Richard: Sorry...
*The camera fades on The Ace and Jason pouring the remainder of their pints all over Richard as a penalty for the awful idea and they continue to laugh at and heckle their now drenched brother...*