Post by Adam Knite on Jul 15, 2008 16:59:17 GMT -6
Could all of this talk that I've been hearing be true... do I really stand no chance in this match? Listening to all the pundits and reading all the publications, the Internet pools all have Ace winning this match hands down. Am I really that underestimated, am I really that looked down upon? How could this be? I've spent my entire career working my arse off, I've spent my entire career building up a legacy and because I don't pimp my accomplishments in past federations like others do every other word, I'm considered a lesser talent than Ace of all people!? So if I would somehow manage to sneak in the fact that I'm an EIGHT TIME WORLD CHAMPION, then I'll be suddenly given a nod of approval from all those fools and their straw polls backstage? Maybe people should start doing their homework instead of just assuming because I don't scream every little detail of my career from the rooftops, they'll realize that I'm indeed better than Ace.
Here, how about I start pimping every little detail of my career just like Spike or AJ Phoenix. I'll start with one I've already said... EIGHT TIME WORLD CHAMPION in three different federations, including the federation that gave birth to this version of nCw. How about being a TEN TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPION in five different federations with six different partners. How about winning the Second tier singles title of a federation SIX TIMES. I mean I could go on and on about the things I've done, about winning the nCw:Classic world championship or about how I've been in some of the most brutal matches ever.... but I just assumed that the people here and the wrestlers walking backstage didn't need me to hold their hands throughout the history of my career. That I didn't have to pimp every statistic of my life to them to earn their respect... but I guess I was wrong, I guess the only way to get noticed around here is by talking about yourself for hours on end. If I did that, maybe I'd have the honor of winning one of these straw polls that always seem to go against me.
What has Ace ever done to be considered a star in nCw? What has he ever done that was remotely memorable? He allowed himself to be carried to a tag team championship. He married somebody whose brain cells just aren't clicking, and he's had the honor of being the lap dog for the Empire a couple of times I believe. If you could hear Ace's version of his exploits in nCw, you'd think that he was next to godliness. That he would have a perfect record, and was a multi time World Champion, but the fact is that other than what I point out, other than being a complete waste of space, all he's done in nCw was be filler. He'll never admit it thought, mainly because he's too big of a delusional fool to realize that his life has meant nothing, and his make believe world he made up where he's a superstar... doesn't exist.
You've seen life through distorted eyes
Ahh, the distorted views of one's reality. It really is embarrassing to see sometimes, how somebody could ignore everything going on around them and just focus on what they believe to be reality. Sorta how Ace, just ignores that fact that he sucks more than Trent's former wife. It's easy for the trained eye to tell that Ace's life has been nothing but a joke, however he seems to think he's accomplished something, he seems to think that because he was able to carry Steve Awesome's clothes into the arena, that he's been a success... I'm sorry but things simply just don't work that way. Here in nCw, you have to earn your stripes, you have to climb a ladder to the top. You can't just whine backstage because you want respect and expect to be handed it, maybe that's how things worked in that joke of a promotion XHF... but not nCw.
That's right, Ace. All you've done in nCw is see yourself and your impact on nCw in your own distorted mirror. You looked through your rose colored glasses and saw what you wanted to see, you've built this pretend world around you where you believe that you're something special, that you're a top star a main eventer. Well here's some shocking news.... not news to anybody with half a brain that is, you're not one of the top draws of nCw. A half eaten bologna sandwich could pull in more ratings that you Ace, but you just keep telling yourself that you're a major player in the nCw scene, and everybody else will just keep laughing behind your back, at your delusions. You can bury your head in the sand as long as you want Ace, but eventually you'll have to raise up and see the world around you and this world, this reality could easily do without the Ace.
If you were to disappear off the face of the Earth Ace... nobody would care Not even your little puppy. She would just stutter her way into a half way house or something... I dont' know maybe go back to her previous life of selling herself to crack addicts for a hot meal. That point is, she'll move on, heck, right now she's so deprived of brain cells I wonder if she really knows your name, or if she just mimics stuff like a parrot.
You know you had to learn
I will give Ace one thing, he was smart in one aspect of his career. He realized that he couldn't beat anybody by himself. Ace sit down and though, “you know, I'll never win a match on my own” so he did something about it. He pulled out the sledgehammer and he started bashing people over the head.... he knew that his own power was useless... sure, it's like a majorly cheap move.... but he learned and he evolved. He couldn't win, so he got some help. The sledgehammer of course merged into the Rake... you know a weapon that actually fits his name of “Ace” apparently for five months he was too stupid to realize this and put the connection together. Is this really the person the fans, that nCw management want representing this fine federation... a guy who named himself “The Ace” but couldn't put the fact that Aces are typically found in casino's into his brain..... I tell you I'd much rather have Davey Boone hanging around the halls.
That's just Ace I guess.. he learns.. but he learns at the pace of the mentally handicap kid down the street eating paste. After realizing that his “bang, I hit you in the head” act was getting a little predictable... after eight months..... you'd think that somebody would realize that, maybe people would start picking up on their act, before eight months..... but I digress. Once he realized this was stale, he decided he needed you know somebody to help, he couldn't win a match on his own, he had to call in the calvary. He got his little brain washed..... whatever that creepy ass chick is! To give him a helping hand.
Lets stop and think about this for a moment.... this is a guy that has used Sledgehammers, Roulette Rakes, and scary chicks to win him matches..... when are people going to realize that Ace is nothing. Ace, the person, the wrestler hasn't gotten anywhere in nCw. Ace... the guy who swings a weapon and had his butchy chick do his dirty work is the one who managed to become Xtreme champion. Go ask Ace... he'll tell you, he's never done a dang thing on his own, I wouldn't be surprised if his mommy doesn't still lay out his clothes.
The race is run the book is read
The end begins to show
Oh, it's obvious to the people who actually pay attention. To the people who study match ups and wrestling abilities and just don't spit out mindless dribble that this match is been over since day one. The book on this match ends with my name Ace, it shows that after everything that you had put me through, after all these weeks of torment, that I got my sweet revenge. The fans, they are on my side, nCw Management is on my side, and if you think for a little bleep in time that I will be letting you walk away from what you did to me... you're gravely mistaken. The pages of our book will turn before your eyes this Sunday, and you'll be given a first hand view of everything that you've done, of all the lies you've bred, and they'll be easy to find because they'll be under the champter “Where Ace went wrong”. You decided your best course of action was to harm me Ace, you thought your best course of action was to eliminate Adam Knite from the scene... and you know what... it worked for you. However, little did you know at that time, you had just written the last chapter of the book.
Your final chapter Ace will be coming soon, but that's ok I already know how the book ends, I've already seen the end of this journey. You've done a fine job of avoiding me up to this point Mr. Ace, you've done a good job of hiding your shortcomings but when you and I finally come together, one on one at Last Stand... You'll be exposed for what you are. You've been living a fairy tale, and your paper reign of terror will be destroyed.
The truth is out, the lies are old
But you dont want to know
Ace, you may not like it, you may kick and scream like a little girl crying foul... but you'll just have to accept it. The truth of this situation is that I'm the better man, that I'm the better wrestler, and that I'm just simply put better than you. Your lies have grown tiring and quite mundane, you can try and fool the masses if you like, but they have stopped buying what you were selling. You've lied about being a competent wrestler, you've lied about being a champion and most importantly you've lied about being a man. Men don't run and hide behind their b*tches, real men don't use roulette rakes just for the love of it. You wanna know the truth Ace? You're nothing but a yellow coward. You're lone singles title was won with the help of Kathy. Your one tag team title was won the back of Steve Awesome who carried you through a tough match with the Hollands. You're nothing but a pathetic shell of a man Ace... now that's the truth, that's what you've been running from, the stigma of being a nobody.
Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
Until now, there hasn't been somebody with the guts to expose you for what you really were. You didn't expect the like of A Knitemare on Helms Street to step into your world, and slap you with reality. Ncw management like to stroke your ego so you don't whine and get out of their hair, they gave you chance after chance to succeed because they felt sorry for you and filled your head with illusions of grandeur. Whenever you asked “why isn't it my turn” and they told you it was only because somebody else was next in line, it was to save you from some embarrassment. They didn't want you to feel bad, want you to start crying so they simply put it to you nicely and gave you a pat on the back. Ace, I'm not hear to feed you some lines of BS, I'm not here to stroke your pathetic little ego like Tyler Jacobs and Damien Sparks... what I tell you, what I'm laying down before you right now is the unquestioned truth. What you've done, what you're all about has been nothing but a charade. Nobody fears you, nobody game plans on how to beat you... if they watch one match of yours then they know everything they need to know, you've never been original enough to put a single thought together.
In fact I can see your promo right now. I can just picture everything already. Let me start with the first line... “Yes all of this talk that you've been hearing is true... yes you really stand no chance in this match!” because everybody in the free world knows your promos are just your opponant's promos flipped around on them.... oh wow.. you can mimic my orator skills... you've just shown us that you have the vocal prowess of a parrot... congratulations. Or you could you know..... start doing your own work instead of being so lazy. Ace you really should do everybody in this promotion a great justice... stop plagiarizing our sh*t.
Where can you run to
What more can you do
No more tomorrow
Life is killing you
So Ace... Sunday at Last Stand, all of your hiding places will be exhausted and you won't be able to hide from me anymore. You will have to come face to face with your sins, and I'll be there to make sure justice is served. I'll tell you what you can do, because honestly there is only one option left for you Ace and that is to meet me face to face.. don't run, don't hide, no matter how big of an urge that you get face me like a man, for once in your life remove the yellow strip from your back and stand up to the mess that you made. You're the one who fired the first shot Ace, you're the one who brought me down and tried to take everything away from me, you won't have anybody to blame but yourself. When I take away your tomorrow, when I take away your life, like you did to me, you'll then know that it was all your fault. This could have been avoided, this could have ended well for both of us, but you had to take things a step further and used backhanded tactics to try and get your way... so just lay down and take this retribution, and maybe then you can walk away with what little self respect that you have left.
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to hell
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to tell
Your dreams of being recognized as a true superstar have indeed made a turn into the realm of Knitemares, a place I just happen to know a lot about. You wanted to be known Ace, you wanted to make a name for yourself as a top bad guy in nCw, but you just chose the wrong man to go at Ace, you chose somebody who could twist your reality around on you and expose it for what it was. Right now, you're riding the clouds, living your dream but after Sunday your soul will be dragged to the depths of hell to burn for eternity. That's what I have planned for you Ace, see when somebody wrongs me.. I just don't get revenge I make sure they suffer for what they've done, and your transgressions Ace... they are calling for a severe punishment. I don't want your Xtreme title, I don't want your head on a stake, I don't want to rip you and Kathy apart.... no what I want to do is corrupt all of your dreams, to climb inside your head and turn your hopes into Knitemares.
You thought you could just walk away from this fight, that all I cared about was some worthless piece of gold? Ace.. don't be ignorant, if all I wanted was the Xtreme title.. all I would do is simply hurt you and pin you. No... like I said... I want your mind, I want your hopes and dreams and I want to hold them in my hand right in front of your face and crush them to dust. I want to feel them being destroyed between my fingers and watch your face as you cry out in pain.... I want you to die inside right in front of my eyes Ace.
Then Ace... you'll see me smile, you'll know that I was truly the better man... and you... will be dead inside. I will have taken everything you hold dear and left you with that dog-woman who follows you around....This will bring me joy, and this will finally make me happy.... you wishing for death and cowering from the light of retribution with only your mangy beast to give you comfort. How ironic will it be Ace.. You wanted to be noticed so bad, wanted to be recognized so bad... that you unleashed the last thing on Earth you wanted to see. You unleased a torment and suffering that has been locked away for 65 million years, and that is exactly the thing that will tare your life away, and make you nothing but a forgotten footnote in the annuals of history.
Finally Ace.....
Everything around you
Whats it coming to
God knows as your dog knows
Bog blast all of you
Sabbath bloody sabbath
Nothing more to do
Living just for dying
Dying just for you
The sabbath is coming, but there will not be a day of rest for you. Fear that Knite Ace..... because your sabbath only holds blood and suffering, that Knite is coming, and you will pay for your sins.
Here, how about I start pimping every little detail of my career just like Spike or AJ Phoenix. I'll start with one I've already said... EIGHT TIME WORLD CHAMPION in three different federations, including the federation that gave birth to this version of nCw. How about being a TEN TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPION in five different federations with six different partners. How about winning the Second tier singles title of a federation SIX TIMES. I mean I could go on and on about the things I've done, about winning the nCw:Classic world championship or about how I've been in some of the most brutal matches ever.... but I just assumed that the people here and the wrestlers walking backstage didn't need me to hold their hands throughout the history of my career. That I didn't have to pimp every statistic of my life to them to earn their respect... but I guess I was wrong, I guess the only way to get noticed around here is by talking about yourself for hours on end. If I did that, maybe I'd have the honor of winning one of these straw polls that always seem to go against me.
What has Ace ever done to be considered a star in nCw? What has he ever done that was remotely memorable? He allowed himself to be carried to a tag team championship. He married somebody whose brain cells just aren't clicking, and he's had the honor of being the lap dog for the Empire a couple of times I believe. If you could hear Ace's version of his exploits in nCw, you'd think that he was next to godliness. That he would have a perfect record, and was a multi time World Champion, but the fact is that other than what I point out, other than being a complete waste of space, all he's done in nCw was be filler. He'll never admit it thought, mainly because he's too big of a delusional fool to realize that his life has meant nothing, and his make believe world he made up where he's a superstar... doesn't exist.
You've seen life through distorted eyes
Ahh, the distorted views of one's reality. It really is embarrassing to see sometimes, how somebody could ignore everything going on around them and just focus on what they believe to be reality. Sorta how Ace, just ignores that fact that he sucks more than Trent's former wife. It's easy for the trained eye to tell that Ace's life has been nothing but a joke, however he seems to think he's accomplished something, he seems to think that because he was able to carry Steve Awesome's clothes into the arena, that he's been a success... I'm sorry but things simply just don't work that way. Here in nCw, you have to earn your stripes, you have to climb a ladder to the top. You can't just whine backstage because you want respect and expect to be handed it, maybe that's how things worked in that joke of a promotion XHF... but not nCw.
That's right, Ace. All you've done in nCw is see yourself and your impact on nCw in your own distorted mirror. You looked through your rose colored glasses and saw what you wanted to see, you've built this pretend world around you where you believe that you're something special, that you're a top star a main eventer. Well here's some shocking news.... not news to anybody with half a brain that is, you're not one of the top draws of nCw. A half eaten bologna sandwich could pull in more ratings that you Ace, but you just keep telling yourself that you're a major player in the nCw scene, and everybody else will just keep laughing behind your back, at your delusions. You can bury your head in the sand as long as you want Ace, but eventually you'll have to raise up and see the world around you and this world, this reality could easily do without the Ace.
If you were to disappear off the face of the Earth Ace... nobody would care Not even your little puppy. She would just stutter her way into a half way house or something... I dont' know maybe go back to her previous life of selling herself to crack addicts for a hot meal. That point is, she'll move on, heck, right now she's so deprived of brain cells I wonder if she really knows your name, or if she just mimics stuff like a parrot.
You know you had to learn
I will give Ace one thing, he was smart in one aspect of his career. He realized that he couldn't beat anybody by himself. Ace sit down and though, “you know, I'll never win a match on my own” so he did something about it. He pulled out the sledgehammer and he started bashing people over the head.... he knew that his own power was useless... sure, it's like a majorly cheap move.... but he learned and he evolved. He couldn't win, so he got some help. The sledgehammer of course merged into the Rake... you know a weapon that actually fits his name of “Ace” apparently for five months he was too stupid to realize this and put the connection together. Is this really the person the fans, that nCw management want representing this fine federation... a guy who named himself “The Ace” but couldn't put the fact that Aces are typically found in casino's into his brain..... I tell you I'd much rather have Davey Boone hanging around the halls.
That's just Ace I guess.. he learns.. but he learns at the pace of the mentally handicap kid down the street eating paste. After realizing that his “bang, I hit you in the head” act was getting a little predictable... after eight months..... you'd think that somebody would realize that, maybe people would start picking up on their act, before eight months..... but I digress. Once he realized this was stale, he decided he needed you know somebody to help, he couldn't win a match on his own, he had to call in the calvary. He got his little brain washed..... whatever that creepy ass chick is! To give him a helping hand.
Lets stop and think about this for a moment.... this is a guy that has used Sledgehammers, Roulette Rakes, and scary chicks to win him matches..... when are people going to realize that Ace is nothing. Ace, the person, the wrestler hasn't gotten anywhere in nCw. Ace... the guy who swings a weapon and had his butchy chick do his dirty work is the one who managed to become Xtreme champion. Go ask Ace... he'll tell you, he's never done a dang thing on his own, I wouldn't be surprised if his mommy doesn't still lay out his clothes.
The race is run the book is read
The end begins to show
Oh, it's obvious to the people who actually pay attention. To the people who study match ups and wrestling abilities and just don't spit out mindless dribble that this match is been over since day one. The book on this match ends with my name Ace, it shows that after everything that you had put me through, after all these weeks of torment, that I got my sweet revenge. The fans, they are on my side, nCw Management is on my side, and if you think for a little bleep in time that I will be letting you walk away from what you did to me... you're gravely mistaken. The pages of our book will turn before your eyes this Sunday, and you'll be given a first hand view of everything that you've done, of all the lies you've bred, and they'll be easy to find because they'll be under the champter “Where Ace went wrong”. You decided your best course of action was to harm me Ace, you thought your best course of action was to eliminate Adam Knite from the scene... and you know what... it worked for you. However, little did you know at that time, you had just written the last chapter of the book.
Your final chapter Ace will be coming soon, but that's ok I already know how the book ends, I've already seen the end of this journey. You've done a fine job of avoiding me up to this point Mr. Ace, you've done a good job of hiding your shortcomings but when you and I finally come together, one on one at Last Stand... You'll be exposed for what you are. You've been living a fairy tale, and your paper reign of terror will be destroyed.
The truth is out, the lies are old
But you dont want to know
Ace, you may not like it, you may kick and scream like a little girl crying foul... but you'll just have to accept it. The truth of this situation is that I'm the better man, that I'm the better wrestler, and that I'm just simply put better than you. Your lies have grown tiring and quite mundane, you can try and fool the masses if you like, but they have stopped buying what you were selling. You've lied about being a competent wrestler, you've lied about being a champion and most importantly you've lied about being a man. Men don't run and hide behind their b*tches, real men don't use roulette rakes just for the love of it. You wanna know the truth Ace? You're nothing but a yellow coward. You're lone singles title was won with the help of Kathy. Your one tag team title was won the back of Steve Awesome who carried you through a tough match with the Hollands. You're nothing but a pathetic shell of a man Ace... now that's the truth, that's what you've been running from, the stigma of being a nobody.
Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
Until now, there hasn't been somebody with the guts to expose you for what you really were. You didn't expect the like of A Knitemare on Helms Street to step into your world, and slap you with reality. Ncw management like to stroke your ego so you don't whine and get out of their hair, they gave you chance after chance to succeed because they felt sorry for you and filled your head with illusions of grandeur. Whenever you asked “why isn't it my turn” and they told you it was only because somebody else was next in line, it was to save you from some embarrassment. They didn't want you to feel bad, want you to start crying so they simply put it to you nicely and gave you a pat on the back. Ace, I'm not hear to feed you some lines of BS, I'm not here to stroke your pathetic little ego like Tyler Jacobs and Damien Sparks... what I tell you, what I'm laying down before you right now is the unquestioned truth. What you've done, what you're all about has been nothing but a charade. Nobody fears you, nobody game plans on how to beat you... if they watch one match of yours then they know everything they need to know, you've never been original enough to put a single thought together.
In fact I can see your promo right now. I can just picture everything already. Let me start with the first line... “Yes all of this talk that you've been hearing is true... yes you really stand no chance in this match!” because everybody in the free world knows your promos are just your opponant's promos flipped around on them.... oh wow.. you can mimic my orator skills... you've just shown us that you have the vocal prowess of a parrot... congratulations. Or you could you know..... start doing your own work instead of being so lazy. Ace you really should do everybody in this promotion a great justice... stop plagiarizing our sh*t.
Where can you run to
What more can you do
No more tomorrow
Life is killing you
So Ace... Sunday at Last Stand, all of your hiding places will be exhausted and you won't be able to hide from me anymore. You will have to come face to face with your sins, and I'll be there to make sure justice is served. I'll tell you what you can do, because honestly there is only one option left for you Ace and that is to meet me face to face.. don't run, don't hide, no matter how big of an urge that you get face me like a man, for once in your life remove the yellow strip from your back and stand up to the mess that you made. You're the one who fired the first shot Ace, you're the one who brought me down and tried to take everything away from me, you won't have anybody to blame but yourself. When I take away your tomorrow, when I take away your life, like you did to me, you'll then know that it was all your fault. This could have been avoided, this could have ended well for both of us, but you had to take things a step further and used backhanded tactics to try and get your way... so just lay down and take this retribution, and maybe then you can walk away with what little self respect that you have left.
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to hell
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to tell
Your dreams of being recognized as a true superstar have indeed made a turn into the realm of Knitemares, a place I just happen to know a lot about. You wanted to be known Ace, you wanted to make a name for yourself as a top bad guy in nCw, but you just chose the wrong man to go at Ace, you chose somebody who could twist your reality around on you and expose it for what it was. Right now, you're riding the clouds, living your dream but after Sunday your soul will be dragged to the depths of hell to burn for eternity. That's what I have planned for you Ace, see when somebody wrongs me.. I just don't get revenge I make sure they suffer for what they've done, and your transgressions Ace... they are calling for a severe punishment. I don't want your Xtreme title, I don't want your head on a stake, I don't want to rip you and Kathy apart.... no what I want to do is corrupt all of your dreams, to climb inside your head and turn your hopes into Knitemares.
You thought you could just walk away from this fight, that all I cared about was some worthless piece of gold? Ace.. don't be ignorant, if all I wanted was the Xtreme title.. all I would do is simply hurt you and pin you. No... like I said... I want your mind, I want your hopes and dreams and I want to hold them in my hand right in front of your face and crush them to dust. I want to feel them being destroyed between my fingers and watch your face as you cry out in pain.... I want you to die inside right in front of my eyes Ace.
Then Ace... you'll see me smile, you'll know that I was truly the better man... and you... will be dead inside. I will have taken everything you hold dear and left you with that dog-woman who follows you around....This will bring me joy, and this will finally make me happy.... you wishing for death and cowering from the light of retribution with only your mangy beast to give you comfort. How ironic will it be Ace.. You wanted to be noticed so bad, wanted to be recognized so bad... that you unleashed the last thing on Earth you wanted to see. You unleased a torment and suffering that has been locked away for 65 million years, and that is exactly the thing that will tare your life away, and make you nothing but a forgotten footnote in the annuals of history.
Finally Ace.....
Everything around you
Whats it coming to
God knows as your dog knows
Bog blast all of you
Sabbath bloody sabbath
Nothing more to do
Living just for dying
Dying just for you
The sabbath is coming, but there will not be a day of rest for you. Fear that Knite Ace..... because your sabbath only holds blood and suffering, that Knite is coming, and you will pay for your sins.