Post by The Ace on Jun 14, 2008 15:15:50 GMT -6
*The scene opens in The Ace's hotel room where Kathy is sat on the bed in a simple black negligay holding a golden framed photo, the camera focuses on the photo. It shows The Ace dressed in a tuxedo, and Kathy in an elegant pure white bridal dress with all the dye and make up flushed from her appearance, her curled blonde hair hangs loosely over her shoulders as her natural blue eyes sparkle...it was her wedding photo, the couple had the wide eyed grin and optimism of a couple looking forward to their whole lives together...but now as tears yearned for her sanity to return to what it once was, Kathleen Conway-Jones feared that their future together may be cut short...Kathy wiped the tears from her eyes and spoke, but did not lift her eyes from the photo...*
Kathy: I can no tell Ace how much I fear he going in this match, nor can I persuade him not risk his career, his life, everything for belt on Sunday...
*The scene cuts to The Ace sat on a park bench bouncing little Solitaire on his knee, she seems to be enjoying it as much as The Ace was enjoying his daughter's company on this typically warm June day...*
So Reckoning, you finally decided to speak, and just when I thought you were going to go on some long rant, you disappointed me by coming up just that little bit short - but I guess you're used to hearing that by now...
*The Ace smirks*
Perhaps you feel you're a man of few words, but those words will count and so too will your actions, just like Harvey Dent proclaimed, kind of funny eh? He was a black man in a typically white role in 1989, just like you're a white man in a typically black role nineteen years later, but the fact is Billy Dee Williams played hia role with such conviction, I had no trouble believing him in the role...something that I can't say about Brian in the role of Reckoning...
*The Ace smiles*
I'm sorry I just can't see you as the white 'gangsta' you want me to believe you are, much less as an Xtreme Champion that nCw should fear - that much at least will change this Sunday...you're right I don't particularly care where you've been since Collision, and I don't care where you are now, but I know where you will be this Sunday Reckoning, and that is flat on your back, damp in blood, sweat and tears, looking up at the lights through blurry eyes, right in the middle of my ring as I take over your world of Xtreme...you claim you want to take me out, I can't tell you how many men have made that claim before you, and each of them have failed, what makes you think you are so different?
*The Ace pauses as he is struck by a thought*
Listen to me I'm starting to sound like Davey...
Soilitaire: Davey...
*She repeats softly as she looks as her father*
Solitaire: Davey...Davey...Davey...
*Solitaire obviously likes the sound of his name and was not afraid to express it as she giggled at the amused look on her father's face...*
Treachery! My daughter in her innocence appears to be rooting for you...but I cannot blame her she knows no better...
*The Ace laughs, obviously joking as Solitaire squeals and coos at her father's delight...*
I'll get to you later Davey, but for now I shall return my attention back to the so called champion, Reckoning...
*The scene cuts to Kathy still with the photo in hand, she regards the little church with wonder in the background, the steps they stood on side by side...*
Kathy: Reckoning...my family had same concerns as you...every one think I crazy for marry a man with such a passsst...I know he had many girlfriend...I know how many time he thought he love them only realise later that love was yet come in hissss life...my ssssisssster Tiffany claim to love him...but only I truly do...it be ignorant of me not accept or deny his past...but I not blame him because I one time like him I thought I knew what issss love with Jassson...Ace I same...one heart...one blood...if blood isss infect with HIV asss you like to claim....everyone like to claim Jake hasss sssome SSSSSSTD...he hear it for yearssssss...ssstupid people jealoussss....not even try underssstand him like I do...so they try pissss on ourrrr happinessss...criticise me for love a man like him...but I not help it...I can't...I wont deny it...for even if he wassssssss infect I glady share his pain...make it my own...and count my life cheap if I die of hissss infection that powerrrr ourrr love ssstrrrong...ssstrrronger than you know...ourrrr love isssss like virrrrussss...we both infect in a way no one bother to underrrsssstand...but that okay...if mother nor my sssssssissster underrrsssstand ourrr love how can I exxxpect you RRRRRRRReck underrrsssstand? I not...don't even try...you can't...no one can...
*The scene cuts back to The Ace and Solitaire*
How delightfully predictable of you to take some cheap shot at me being infected by HIV because of my well documented sexual escapades and now like any truly ignorant hypocrite you are unaware that you and your buddy Jason are trying to do now what I was doing five years ago, but even if my blood was infected, spilling it would only increase your risk of becoming infected too...but maybe you want to be infected by what runs through my blood, what makes me great, a greatness you can only dream of, a greatness you wish for, a greatness you so desperately want to attain but can't...all I will say Reckoning is that if my blood runs onto your bare skin on Sunday, it will not be the only thing bare and blood soaked...think of your waist bare or even your shoulder bare, unburdened by the weight of that ten pounds of gold that you think defines you...you should thank me for on Sunday I will do you a great service by removing all responsibility you have to represent this company as a Champion...a responsibility I know you are not fit to carry anymore...that is why you decided to disappear into your little hidey-hole...having a desire to kill is not the same as being built for it, you are not a predator Reckoning, merely prey and at Picture Perfect the law of Nature that is the survival of the British shall ring true...as loud and as clear as the bells that will open and close our match, as loud as the bells that will mark your end and my beginning as nCw Xtreme Champion...
*The scene cuts agan to Kathy as in her mind she recalls the sun shining on that beautiful day and the bells ringing out to mark the beginning of a new life, a life Reckoning threatened to end on Sunday...*
Kathy: RRRReckoning....please not hurt Ace...I know you feel homicidal I worry, I not sit here lie to you, I love him, I not want see him crrripple...not for belt...he has family...if not for me...think of little SSSolitaire....she not deserve thissss...she not deserve to have her father crrripple....or worse...I sssshed may tearrr think of that night not sleep keep me awake....please not rrrip him aparrrt...think of pain you felt when you lose brrrother multiply ten still not close to what I feel if Jake hurt...please RRReckoning not do this...
*The scene cuts back to The Ace, still playing with his daughter in his lap*
You know what I find funny though? That you think you can rip me apart and take out your supposedly homicidal frustrations on me...there is only one symbol you need to concern yourself with this Sunday and that symbol is the Ace of Spades, you see I don't care about your little family tragedy, all I care about is winning that title and I don't care who I have to go through to get it, you, Hammond or Ortega...you say your coming to assault murder and steal, but I promise you that even if you did all that, it still wouldn't be enough to stop me...you want to know who you are? This Sunday you will know that you are a loser, you will know that your legacy is a lie and you will know that where you came from is the depths of mediocrity, and that is exactly where you shall return to as the world comes to know me as the new nCw Xtreme Champion...
*The Ace laughs*
You talk about seeing me as the one who didn't call the police, how poetic, because as I mentioned earlier, I compare you to Harvey Dent, the man who fought for justice in a corrupt Gotham City through the courtrooms, but Gotham still went to Hell...as surely as nCw will go to Hell after I establish myself as a new breed of Xtreme Champion and the Conway-Jones era gets kicked into high gear...and just like Harvey eventually did, you appear to have two faces Reckoning, one of them spoke to me before you did...Jason, spoke to anyone who would bother to listen about how much he believed you are going to retain your championship on Sunday, he then rattled on about how Kathy tried to end him and failed before predictably repeating himself about how Ortega sent a boy to do a man's job...all the while proving that he is not entirely focused on his match, just as you are not...and he will pay for it, just as surely as you will this Sunday...
*The scene cuts back to Kathy again*
Kathy: Jason be happy that I not finish you...I show you mercy because we have passst as loversss...that all...be thankful RRReck ssssave you because if he not...Ace put you out forrr surrre...
*The scene cuts back to The Ace as Solitaire is now back in her stroller amusing herself with her beloved Pooh bear as her father keeps an eye on her...*
Reckoning, I have already compared you to Two-Face, or perhaps Jason should be known as Sexy Janus, but then that would put him on par with a dual faced Roman God, and we all know that giving you two credit as the twin faces of such a grand entity would be a gross overstatement of both of your abilities not only individually but as a team as well, besides which Jason is not even a factor in our match so why he spent half of his promo talking about me and Ortega is completely beyond me...but still, if you are Two-Face, and we know Ortega to be the Joker, what then is Hammond? The Mad Hatter perhaps? After all he must be insane if he plans on remaining silent and not saying a word about this match, perhaps he is the only one smart enough to know to keep his mouth shut when going up against a man of my calibre...I only bring up the point of sanity because it has been so prevalent here in nCw...Ortega doubted his, and now you doubt yours, and perhaps Reckoning you are only too right to do so, if you see us as representations of that which ruined your life, know this...just as your brother wasn't there to catch the football, neither will he be there to catch you this Sunday when you fall, you think we ruined your life? So be it, you have no idea how much more I will ruin it come Sunday...
*The Ace yawns, perhaps as a reaction to seeing Solitaire yawn*
But now Reckoning, I grow tired of addressing you and the man who is of no consequence to me, Jack Hammond, I will relieve each of you, the little people, of the burden of your failed and useless lives...speaking of which, that reminds me of you, the Joker, Ortega...the clown prince of wrestling...the man who like Jack Napier proved there was a certain insanity in genius...and for a while it served him well, he was on top of the world, he had henchmen to do his dirty work, just as you did Davey in The Empire, but in the end he shot his right hand man, his number one guy, Bob - the only difference is now your right hand man shot you first, you see you may have beaten me once one on one in a match that deep down we both know was nothing but a fluke victory for you...whether you care to admit it or not, it really doesn't matter, because just like when I beat you in that Showcase Match, our match at Picture Perfect will be another multi-man affair where singles victories are of little consequence...and I have already made it clear how dominant I have proven to be when the numbers are against me...
*The Ace pauses as he watches his daughter drift off to sleep, still hugging her bear, he smiles...before settling back to continue*
Ortega, we both know what happened to Jack Napier when he thought he had won, he fell off the ledge and died, perhaps not as surprisingly or shockingly as Heath Ledger, the other ill-fated Joker who died before he saw the fruits of his labour pay off, but still...I suppose that makes me Batman for the sake of consistency, and everyone cannot understand or appreciate the attraction between Batman and Catwoman even though it so blatently exists...
*The Ace sighs*
I digress, I wish I really could support you in your charitable ventures Davey, but we in the Corporate Empire do not believe in blowing our hard earned money on such unfulfilling frivolities, the only thing we're generous at donating and handing out are severe beatings, you know being a heartless Corporation and all, and now it appears that you have to go for a psychiatric evaluation to keep your business rolling, Lord knows you need it if you really think you can beat me and become a two time Xtreme Champion...I know you didn't ask for this match Davey, neither did I, yet like you said here we are and one of us will capitalise on it...unfortunately it wont be you...see you've been out of the title scene for a lot longer than I have, and though you may find your way back to the mountain top eventually, if you reach there you will only find the Face of God waiting to deliver yet another sermon of his unquestionable omnipotency over all of nCw...
*The Ace laughs, though a little softer than he normally would, given he did not wish to disturb his daughter's slumber...*
You may think you're ready to take the Xtreme Title Ortega, you may even be willing, but that doesn't mean that you will be able, yet again you may even come close, you say you've learnt your lesson in humility, on Sunday, you will learn a most painful lesson, not in humility, but in humiliation...for you it may be a question of if you can do it, but for me, it is not a question of if but when I win, that is the difference between us Davey, that is the difference between winners and losers...and believe me Davey, you will choke, whether you want to or not, you will choke...you will cough...you will splutter...you will flail...as you realise that the man who was once your puppet is now the master pulling the strings...
*The Ace grins sadistically*
You want the Xtreme Title as a stepping stone to the World Heavyweight Championship, you've already had your shots, taken your chances and you have blown them and I will not allow you to leapfrog me to yet another title shot that you do not deserve...Davey, you may not care about my past and how it moulded me, but only a fool would ignore the teachings of history...history has shown you to lose...whilst it has shown me to win...you don't want to give me any credit, that's just fine, because when I look at you, I don't see a great nCw veteran, but I do see a tremendous choke artist...and that is all you ever will be as long as I'm around Davey...I don't care if you have been here since the beginning, just know that as surely as Sunday is the end of the week so too shall it be yours...
*The Ace laughs as he watches some kid playing fetch with a golden retriever in the distance, he watches with interest as he continues to talk, not losing focus...*
You may have fought with every fibre of your being Davey, and I promise you that all of that fibre will be strewn around my ring at Picture Perfect and our score will be settled, but unlike you I cannot be so quick to dismiss Reckoning or Hammond in this match, for to do so entirely as you did in that last promo would be foolish and a prelude to defeat...many men have claimed they will break me but none of them have even come close, and I doubt you will either Davey, no matter how proudly you boast about the fact that you hold one fluke victory over me, you can make the excuses that it was as a result of interference, but I really don't care, the fact is I stepped up when it mattered, something you seem incapable of doing Ortega...you say you're a real contender, and perhaps you are, but that's all you'll ever be in the face of a real Champion such as myself...David Allen Ortega...ha...interesting intials don't you think? DAO, of course if you scramble them about a bit like your brains will be as I lay chair shot after chair shot trying to knock some sense into you, you get DOA...as in dead or alive? A most pertinent question that I'm sure the paramedics will ask themselves when they assess your condition after our match this week...
*The Ace laughs again, he winks at a red head who walks by with her labrador...she smiles at him in earnest...*
Your little rant about me being someone who just rides people's coat tails reminds me of my rookie days when I said the exact same thing about Spike Kane, I hated him for it, and now without even realising it, I've become that which I hated most, that doesn't really bother me as I know Spike is probably the most accomplished wrestler in the whole of nCw, so you'll understand if I take it as a bit of a compliment, but what amuses me most is that the man whose crowning achievement in nCw so far has been to build an entourage around him, to carry him, to protect him, has the gall to criticise me for keeping good company around me...the fact is I don't necessarily need back up to hand you your piddly ass on Sunday, besides they have their own affairs to deal with, the Corporate Empire will bring not only the Xtreme title into their fold but also the World Heavyweight title...and that Davey will truly be a picture perfect moment in the history of nCw...
*The Ace laughs*
You've promised to wage a one man war before Davey, it just doesn't wash with me anymore, I am neither afraid nor intimidated by you or your hollow and utterly meaningless threats...you promise to show me the effects of provocation...I will make you feel them...you promise to show me the after effects of your wake...I will make you feel it in my own...you promise to show me true power...I will make you feel it...you have to be prepared to be hunted before you can hunt Davey, you have to be prepared to die before you can kill Davey, and I know you are neither, so please stop all the hot air bravado before you embarrass yourself any further sunshine...
*The Ace smirks*
Don't flatter yourself Ortega, you have never made my life a living hell but that is exactly what this match will be for you since you insist on forcing my hand here , you promise to bring forth my Hell, blind to the fact that I will be yours...come, bring me Hell Davey, and watch me revel in its flames, burning bright, burnished in gold...declare war all you want Davey, but you will not be declaring yourself the new Xtreme Champion on Sunday...but I will agree with you on one thing, it will neither be gentle or quick, you may have excommunicated me Ortega, but it is I who shall execute you - I am already known as the Executioner of the Empire, and this Sunday I shall be known not only as the Xtreme Champion, but also the Executioner of an Emperor not fit to rule or lead...you see I did enjoy making an example out of Jason but I shall enjoy making an example out of you even more...
*The Ace laughs wholeheartedly*
I may not be the highest card in the nCw deck just yet, but I know I'm a lot higher than you, I always have been, but okay so I played with your name earlier, so I guess its only fair and expected that you should get a jab at mine, but if I were you Ortega, I'd worry more about attacking the man behind the moniker rather than the moniker itself...you've tried to predict what I will say, and whilst you were right on the point of intimidation, you evenn tried to agree with me, if only you'd do that more often, maybe you wouldn't be in the business of signing your own execution order so often, and maybe just maybe I'd respect you...but I doubt it...you want to say you were baptized by the God of Xtreme only to prove that you're in my league when I said I was mentored by him, I see your game Davey, and its pathetic...concern yourself not with what I can show or tell you...but rather what I can make you feel, all your questions of me will soon be answered my friend...then we shall see exactly what you can endure...you see Davey, I don't need to keep you down any longer than a three count to win...I simply need to put you down...just as Icons have, just as Gods have, just as Aliens have, just as Saviours have and all those who came before Satan...and I shall do just that, unless you really want to push me Davey...I don't think you do...I don't think you should...and you'd be wise not to try...you have already made the mistake of making me your sole focus in a fatal four way, a mistake that I'm sure will prove to be very costly to you, and that tells me that you don't really understand the nature of the threat that awaits you on Sunday...people seldom do when they are faced with me...you think I have to put you out to beat you and you claim that people better than me have failed...but you forget that we in the Corporate Empire are simply better than you, we're better because we are the best and you my friend will go down with the rest...
*The Ace laughs*
It is not a question of who I think I am but rather a question of who I know myself to be, I am the man who not only dares to question and insult you, I am also the man who will ensure Davey damn Ortega becomes Davey 'The Damned' Ortega...you've constructed Empires...I have deconstructed legacies...you've faced half the roster...I've left them half dead...you've been through Hell...I have condemned people to an eternity of it...you've been the main event...I have dominated them...and still you dare to take a cheap shot at my wife...the very woman who was clawing your eyes out when we overthrew you...you will regain nothing this Sunday except your ability to choke...my delusions will become an unmistakeable reality as I show rhe world the severed head of a once great man...the head of David Allen Ortega...
There are Kings
There are Queens...
There are Jacks...
There is the rest of the faceless deck
Then there are the worthless idiots like you...
*The Ace laughs as two elderly women come over to admire little Solitaire asleep in her stroller...*
Woman 1: You must be so proud...
Woman 2: She certainly is a pretty picture...
She's picture perfect...
*The scene cuts to Kathy as she sets the photo aside on the bed side table...*
Kathy: We ppprrretty picturrre...
*Kathy smiles*
Kathy: Perrrrrrfect....
*The scene fades as a content Kathy curls up on the bed and awaits the safe return of her husband and daughter...she just hoped that it wouldn't be his last...*
Kathy: I can no tell Ace how much I fear he going in this match, nor can I persuade him not risk his career, his life, everything for belt on Sunday...
*The scene cuts to The Ace sat on a park bench bouncing little Solitaire on his knee, she seems to be enjoying it as much as The Ace was enjoying his daughter's company on this typically warm June day...*
So Reckoning, you finally decided to speak, and just when I thought you were going to go on some long rant, you disappointed me by coming up just that little bit short - but I guess you're used to hearing that by now...
*The Ace smirks*
Perhaps you feel you're a man of few words, but those words will count and so too will your actions, just like Harvey Dent proclaimed, kind of funny eh? He was a black man in a typically white role in 1989, just like you're a white man in a typically black role nineteen years later, but the fact is Billy Dee Williams played hia role with such conviction, I had no trouble believing him in the role...something that I can't say about Brian in the role of Reckoning...
*The Ace smiles*
I'm sorry I just can't see you as the white 'gangsta' you want me to believe you are, much less as an Xtreme Champion that nCw should fear - that much at least will change this Sunday...you're right I don't particularly care where you've been since Collision, and I don't care where you are now, but I know where you will be this Sunday Reckoning, and that is flat on your back, damp in blood, sweat and tears, looking up at the lights through blurry eyes, right in the middle of my ring as I take over your world of Xtreme...you claim you want to take me out, I can't tell you how many men have made that claim before you, and each of them have failed, what makes you think you are so different?
*The Ace pauses as he is struck by a thought*
Listen to me I'm starting to sound like Davey...
Soilitaire: Davey...
*She repeats softly as she looks as her father*
Solitaire: Davey...Davey...Davey...
*Solitaire obviously likes the sound of his name and was not afraid to express it as she giggled at the amused look on her father's face...*
Treachery! My daughter in her innocence appears to be rooting for you...but I cannot blame her she knows no better...
*The Ace laughs, obviously joking as Solitaire squeals and coos at her father's delight...*
I'll get to you later Davey, but for now I shall return my attention back to the so called champion, Reckoning...
*The scene cuts to Kathy still with the photo in hand, she regards the little church with wonder in the background, the steps they stood on side by side...*
Kathy: Reckoning...my family had same concerns as you...every one think I crazy for marry a man with such a passsst...I know he had many girlfriend...I know how many time he thought he love them only realise later that love was yet come in hissss life...my ssssisssster Tiffany claim to love him...but only I truly do...it be ignorant of me not accept or deny his past...but I not blame him because I one time like him I thought I knew what issss love with Jassson...Ace I same...one heart...one blood...if blood isss infect with HIV asss you like to claim....everyone like to claim Jake hasss sssome SSSSSSTD...he hear it for yearssssss...ssstupid people jealoussss....not even try underssstand him like I do...so they try pissss on ourrrr happinessss...criticise me for love a man like him...but I not help it...I can't...I wont deny it...for even if he wassssssss infect I glady share his pain...make it my own...and count my life cheap if I die of hissss infection that powerrrr ourrr love ssstrrrong...ssstrrronger than you know...ourrrr love isssss like virrrrussss...we both infect in a way no one bother to underrrsssstand...but that okay...if mother nor my sssssssissster underrrsssstand ourrr love how can I exxxpect you RRRRRRRReck underrrsssstand? I not...don't even try...you can't...no one can...
*The scene cuts back to The Ace and Solitaire*
How delightfully predictable of you to take some cheap shot at me being infected by HIV because of my well documented sexual escapades and now like any truly ignorant hypocrite you are unaware that you and your buddy Jason are trying to do now what I was doing five years ago, but even if my blood was infected, spilling it would only increase your risk of becoming infected too...but maybe you want to be infected by what runs through my blood, what makes me great, a greatness you can only dream of, a greatness you wish for, a greatness you so desperately want to attain but can't...all I will say Reckoning is that if my blood runs onto your bare skin on Sunday, it will not be the only thing bare and blood soaked...think of your waist bare or even your shoulder bare, unburdened by the weight of that ten pounds of gold that you think defines you...you should thank me for on Sunday I will do you a great service by removing all responsibility you have to represent this company as a Champion...a responsibility I know you are not fit to carry anymore...that is why you decided to disappear into your little hidey-hole...having a desire to kill is not the same as being built for it, you are not a predator Reckoning, merely prey and at Picture Perfect the law of Nature that is the survival of the British shall ring true...as loud and as clear as the bells that will open and close our match, as loud as the bells that will mark your end and my beginning as nCw Xtreme Champion...
*The scene cuts agan to Kathy as in her mind she recalls the sun shining on that beautiful day and the bells ringing out to mark the beginning of a new life, a life Reckoning threatened to end on Sunday...*
Kathy: RRRReckoning....please not hurt Ace...I know you feel homicidal I worry, I not sit here lie to you, I love him, I not want see him crrripple...not for belt...he has family...if not for me...think of little SSSolitaire....she not deserve thissss...she not deserve to have her father crrripple....or worse...I sssshed may tearrr think of that night not sleep keep me awake....please not rrrip him aparrrt...think of pain you felt when you lose brrrother multiply ten still not close to what I feel if Jake hurt...please RRReckoning not do this...
*The scene cuts back to The Ace, still playing with his daughter in his lap*
You know what I find funny though? That you think you can rip me apart and take out your supposedly homicidal frustrations on me...there is only one symbol you need to concern yourself with this Sunday and that symbol is the Ace of Spades, you see I don't care about your little family tragedy, all I care about is winning that title and I don't care who I have to go through to get it, you, Hammond or Ortega...you say your coming to assault murder and steal, but I promise you that even if you did all that, it still wouldn't be enough to stop me...you want to know who you are? This Sunday you will know that you are a loser, you will know that your legacy is a lie and you will know that where you came from is the depths of mediocrity, and that is exactly where you shall return to as the world comes to know me as the new nCw Xtreme Champion...
*The Ace laughs*
You talk about seeing me as the one who didn't call the police, how poetic, because as I mentioned earlier, I compare you to Harvey Dent, the man who fought for justice in a corrupt Gotham City through the courtrooms, but Gotham still went to Hell...as surely as nCw will go to Hell after I establish myself as a new breed of Xtreme Champion and the Conway-Jones era gets kicked into high gear...and just like Harvey eventually did, you appear to have two faces Reckoning, one of them spoke to me before you did...Jason, spoke to anyone who would bother to listen about how much he believed you are going to retain your championship on Sunday, he then rattled on about how Kathy tried to end him and failed before predictably repeating himself about how Ortega sent a boy to do a man's job...all the while proving that he is not entirely focused on his match, just as you are not...and he will pay for it, just as surely as you will this Sunday...
*The scene cuts back to Kathy again*
Kathy: Jason be happy that I not finish you...I show you mercy because we have passst as loversss...that all...be thankful RRReck ssssave you because if he not...Ace put you out forrr surrre...
*The scene cuts back to The Ace as Solitaire is now back in her stroller amusing herself with her beloved Pooh bear as her father keeps an eye on her...*
Reckoning, I have already compared you to Two-Face, or perhaps Jason should be known as Sexy Janus, but then that would put him on par with a dual faced Roman God, and we all know that giving you two credit as the twin faces of such a grand entity would be a gross overstatement of both of your abilities not only individually but as a team as well, besides which Jason is not even a factor in our match so why he spent half of his promo talking about me and Ortega is completely beyond me...but still, if you are Two-Face, and we know Ortega to be the Joker, what then is Hammond? The Mad Hatter perhaps? After all he must be insane if he plans on remaining silent and not saying a word about this match, perhaps he is the only one smart enough to know to keep his mouth shut when going up against a man of my calibre...I only bring up the point of sanity because it has been so prevalent here in nCw...Ortega doubted his, and now you doubt yours, and perhaps Reckoning you are only too right to do so, if you see us as representations of that which ruined your life, know this...just as your brother wasn't there to catch the football, neither will he be there to catch you this Sunday when you fall, you think we ruined your life? So be it, you have no idea how much more I will ruin it come Sunday...
*The Ace yawns, perhaps as a reaction to seeing Solitaire yawn*
But now Reckoning, I grow tired of addressing you and the man who is of no consequence to me, Jack Hammond, I will relieve each of you, the little people, of the burden of your failed and useless lives...speaking of which, that reminds me of you, the Joker, Ortega...the clown prince of wrestling...the man who like Jack Napier proved there was a certain insanity in genius...and for a while it served him well, he was on top of the world, he had henchmen to do his dirty work, just as you did Davey in The Empire, but in the end he shot his right hand man, his number one guy, Bob - the only difference is now your right hand man shot you first, you see you may have beaten me once one on one in a match that deep down we both know was nothing but a fluke victory for you...whether you care to admit it or not, it really doesn't matter, because just like when I beat you in that Showcase Match, our match at Picture Perfect will be another multi-man affair where singles victories are of little consequence...and I have already made it clear how dominant I have proven to be when the numbers are against me...
*The Ace pauses as he watches his daughter drift off to sleep, still hugging her bear, he smiles...before settling back to continue*
Ortega, we both know what happened to Jack Napier when he thought he had won, he fell off the ledge and died, perhaps not as surprisingly or shockingly as Heath Ledger, the other ill-fated Joker who died before he saw the fruits of his labour pay off, but still...I suppose that makes me Batman for the sake of consistency, and everyone cannot understand or appreciate the attraction between Batman and Catwoman even though it so blatently exists...
*The Ace sighs*
I digress, I wish I really could support you in your charitable ventures Davey, but we in the Corporate Empire do not believe in blowing our hard earned money on such unfulfilling frivolities, the only thing we're generous at donating and handing out are severe beatings, you know being a heartless Corporation and all, and now it appears that you have to go for a psychiatric evaluation to keep your business rolling, Lord knows you need it if you really think you can beat me and become a two time Xtreme Champion...I know you didn't ask for this match Davey, neither did I, yet like you said here we are and one of us will capitalise on it...unfortunately it wont be you...see you've been out of the title scene for a lot longer than I have, and though you may find your way back to the mountain top eventually, if you reach there you will only find the Face of God waiting to deliver yet another sermon of his unquestionable omnipotency over all of nCw...
*The Ace laughs, though a little softer than he normally would, given he did not wish to disturb his daughter's slumber...*
You may think you're ready to take the Xtreme Title Ortega, you may even be willing, but that doesn't mean that you will be able, yet again you may even come close, you say you've learnt your lesson in humility, on Sunday, you will learn a most painful lesson, not in humility, but in humiliation...for you it may be a question of if you can do it, but for me, it is not a question of if but when I win, that is the difference between us Davey, that is the difference between winners and losers...and believe me Davey, you will choke, whether you want to or not, you will choke...you will cough...you will splutter...you will flail...as you realise that the man who was once your puppet is now the master pulling the strings...
*The Ace grins sadistically*
You want the Xtreme Title as a stepping stone to the World Heavyweight Championship, you've already had your shots, taken your chances and you have blown them and I will not allow you to leapfrog me to yet another title shot that you do not deserve...Davey, you may not care about my past and how it moulded me, but only a fool would ignore the teachings of history...history has shown you to lose...whilst it has shown me to win...you don't want to give me any credit, that's just fine, because when I look at you, I don't see a great nCw veteran, but I do see a tremendous choke artist...and that is all you ever will be as long as I'm around Davey...I don't care if you have been here since the beginning, just know that as surely as Sunday is the end of the week so too shall it be yours...
*The Ace laughs as he watches some kid playing fetch with a golden retriever in the distance, he watches with interest as he continues to talk, not losing focus...*
You may have fought with every fibre of your being Davey, and I promise you that all of that fibre will be strewn around my ring at Picture Perfect and our score will be settled, but unlike you I cannot be so quick to dismiss Reckoning or Hammond in this match, for to do so entirely as you did in that last promo would be foolish and a prelude to defeat...many men have claimed they will break me but none of them have even come close, and I doubt you will either Davey, no matter how proudly you boast about the fact that you hold one fluke victory over me, you can make the excuses that it was as a result of interference, but I really don't care, the fact is I stepped up when it mattered, something you seem incapable of doing Ortega...you say you're a real contender, and perhaps you are, but that's all you'll ever be in the face of a real Champion such as myself...David Allen Ortega...ha...interesting intials don't you think? DAO, of course if you scramble them about a bit like your brains will be as I lay chair shot after chair shot trying to knock some sense into you, you get DOA...as in dead or alive? A most pertinent question that I'm sure the paramedics will ask themselves when they assess your condition after our match this week...
*The Ace laughs again, he winks at a red head who walks by with her labrador...she smiles at him in earnest...*
Your little rant about me being someone who just rides people's coat tails reminds me of my rookie days when I said the exact same thing about Spike Kane, I hated him for it, and now without even realising it, I've become that which I hated most, that doesn't really bother me as I know Spike is probably the most accomplished wrestler in the whole of nCw, so you'll understand if I take it as a bit of a compliment, but what amuses me most is that the man whose crowning achievement in nCw so far has been to build an entourage around him, to carry him, to protect him, has the gall to criticise me for keeping good company around me...the fact is I don't necessarily need back up to hand you your piddly ass on Sunday, besides they have their own affairs to deal with, the Corporate Empire will bring not only the Xtreme title into their fold but also the World Heavyweight title...and that Davey will truly be a picture perfect moment in the history of nCw...
*The Ace laughs*
You've promised to wage a one man war before Davey, it just doesn't wash with me anymore, I am neither afraid nor intimidated by you or your hollow and utterly meaningless threats...you promise to show me the effects of provocation...I will make you feel them...you promise to show me the after effects of your wake...I will make you feel it in my own...you promise to show me true power...I will make you feel it...you have to be prepared to be hunted before you can hunt Davey, you have to be prepared to die before you can kill Davey, and I know you are neither, so please stop all the hot air bravado before you embarrass yourself any further sunshine...
*The Ace smirks*
Don't flatter yourself Ortega, you have never made my life a living hell but that is exactly what this match will be for you since you insist on forcing my hand here , you promise to bring forth my Hell, blind to the fact that I will be yours...come, bring me Hell Davey, and watch me revel in its flames, burning bright, burnished in gold...declare war all you want Davey, but you will not be declaring yourself the new Xtreme Champion on Sunday...but I will agree with you on one thing, it will neither be gentle or quick, you may have excommunicated me Ortega, but it is I who shall execute you - I am already known as the Executioner of the Empire, and this Sunday I shall be known not only as the Xtreme Champion, but also the Executioner of an Emperor not fit to rule or lead...you see I did enjoy making an example out of Jason but I shall enjoy making an example out of you even more...
*The Ace laughs wholeheartedly*
I may not be the highest card in the nCw deck just yet, but I know I'm a lot higher than you, I always have been, but okay so I played with your name earlier, so I guess its only fair and expected that you should get a jab at mine, but if I were you Ortega, I'd worry more about attacking the man behind the moniker rather than the moniker itself...you've tried to predict what I will say, and whilst you were right on the point of intimidation, you evenn tried to agree with me, if only you'd do that more often, maybe you wouldn't be in the business of signing your own execution order so often, and maybe just maybe I'd respect you...but I doubt it...you want to say you were baptized by the God of Xtreme only to prove that you're in my league when I said I was mentored by him, I see your game Davey, and its pathetic...concern yourself not with what I can show or tell you...but rather what I can make you feel, all your questions of me will soon be answered my friend...then we shall see exactly what you can endure...you see Davey, I don't need to keep you down any longer than a three count to win...I simply need to put you down...just as Icons have, just as Gods have, just as Aliens have, just as Saviours have and all those who came before Satan...and I shall do just that, unless you really want to push me Davey...I don't think you do...I don't think you should...and you'd be wise not to try...you have already made the mistake of making me your sole focus in a fatal four way, a mistake that I'm sure will prove to be very costly to you, and that tells me that you don't really understand the nature of the threat that awaits you on Sunday...people seldom do when they are faced with me...you think I have to put you out to beat you and you claim that people better than me have failed...but you forget that we in the Corporate Empire are simply better than you, we're better because we are the best and you my friend will go down with the rest...
*The Ace laughs*
It is not a question of who I think I am but rather a question of who I know myself to be, I am the man who not only dares to question and insult you, I am also the man who will ensure Davey damn Ortega becomes Davey 'The Damned' Ortega...you've constructed Empires...I have deconstructed legacies...you've faced half the roster...I've left them half dead...you've been through Hell...I have condemned people to an eternity of it...you've been the main event...I have dominated them...and still you dare to take a cheap shot at my wife...the very woman who was clawing your eyes out when we overthrew you...you will regain nothing this Sunday except your ability to choke...my delusions will become an unmistakeable reality as I show rhe world the severed head of a once great man...the head of David Allen Ortega...
There are Kings
There are Queens...
There are Jacks...
There is the rest of the faceless deck
Then there are the worthless idiots like you...
*The Ace laughs as two elderly women come over to admire little Solitaire asleep in her stroller...*
Woman 1: You must be so proud...
Woman 2: She certainly is a pretty picture...
She's picture perfect...
*The scene cuts to Kathy as she sets the photo aside on the bed side table...*
Kathy: We ppprrretty picturrre...
*Kathy smiles*
Kathy: Perrrrrrfect....
*The scene fades as a content Kathy curls up on the bed and awaits the safe return of her husband and daughter...she just hoped that it wouldn't be his last...*