Post by The Ace on Sept 27, 2008 14:06:37 GMT -6
*The scene cuts to just after Steve had kicked the poor disabled blonde out onto the street, her wheelchair is lying in a mangled heap on its side, the wheel still spinning as the woman is desperately trying to crawl back and salvage her chair. It was the early hours of the morning and for that at least she was thankful, nobody had seen that embarrassing episode. Now, if she could just make it across the street and pick her wheelchair up somehow, maybe she could hail a cab and make it home with some dignity. Suddenly the woman looked panicked as the brightness of some headlights blinded her. She screamed, fearing she was going to be run over, but thankfully the expensive silver Porsche had stopped just in time...*
What the hell?!
*The Ace slammed on the brakes, and quickly got out of the car, he rushed around to the shaken blonde, he quickly knelt down by her side, and put his arm around her before he registered the mangled wheelchair...*
Oh My God! Are you alright? Miss...?
*The woman blinked twice as if trying to recall the name of this tuxedo and bow-tied gentleman, but in all the confusion, all she could be reminded of was James Bond, after all he had the look and the flash car and something told him that he had the charm too...*
Blonde: I'm...alright...I think...just a little shaken...but not stirred...
*She laughed, she couldn't resist such an obvious joke, The Ace smiled at her, at least she had not lost her sense of humour...it meant that she had not been injured too severely...*
What happened?
Blonde: Some self righteous ass who thinks he's important kicked me out of the club because apparently I'm damaged goods...
*The Ace looked at the glowing neon lights of the establishment and shook his head*
I know the type...come on, do you live close by? Maybe I can drop you off somewhere?
*The Ace helped her up as far as she could manage and then scooped her up into his arms without waiting for a reply...*
Blonde: My...chair...
*Both of them looked at it, lying there in the street as she put her arms around his neck...*
I think the most important thing is to get you to the hospital, just to be safe...
*The Ace made the decision for her and shifted one arm out from under her just enough so he could open the passenger door, he felt her cling a lighter tighter to him and then helped her in...*
Blonde: Thanks...
*The Ace simply nodded as he closed the door and rushed around and picked up the chair, pushing it to one side to clear the way and abandon it, before returning to his car and getting in. The Ace watched her strap herself in and reflected on just how independent and strong this young woman must be...he looked eyes with her briefly before smiling and driving off to the nearest hospital...*
Blonde: So what's ya name, good samaritan?
Conway...Jake Conway...
*The blonde giggled, as she clutched the side of her cut cheek*
Blonde: Owwwie...son of a - that smarts!
And you might be?
Blonde: Candy...Candy Rose...
Pleasure to meet you Miss Rose...
Candy: Call me Candy, everyone else does...
So why were you kicked out of the club? I can't imagine a sweet girl like you ever causing a ruckus...
Candy: I didn't...it's the ignorance of those stupid folk who see a cripple gal like me an' immediately judge me...I had every right to be in tha' club with the res' of them...
I don't doubt that you did Candy, but if there's one thing I know its how judgmental some people can be...
Candy: Mmmhmm...
*They chatted for a while, mostly about her family on the drive to the nearest medical facility*
Well, here we are, these people should be able to help you...
*The Ace stops outside the Jackson South Community hospital...*
*The scene reopens inside the hospital, Candy was being examined and cared for, and The Ace felt the least he could do was wait and see if she was going to be okay...so he sat in the waiting area and as luck would have it, the television was showing Steve's latest promo on nCw TV...The Ace regarded his friend with curiousity and shock...*
You know Steve, I really don't think I know you anymore...you call yourself a blast of class, but there was no class in what you did to her...maybe Burns was right when he said marriage had taken some of the fight out of me, but know this, I'm only 'the bad guy' between those ropes...now some people may say I'm almost breaking kayfabe when I say that I don't live my life that way once the cameras stop rolling, I know my limits, I know my compassion, I know my heart...and as much as I embrace evil, I know where to draw the line...
*The Ace sighs*
This Sunday, it is about us...so let's keep it that way, you want to get my attention, you want to show me how big and bad you are then do it by taking a pop at your pal Zero, not crippled women for God's sake...and to think, people see me as the worthless retard, honestly is that how you want to represent this company? Is it? Frankly, you don't deserve anything less than the beating I'm going to give you this Sunday once I get passed Burns...and I will...you can bet your piddly little ass on it Steve! You see this is no longer about who carried who, this isn't about The Smokin' Aces, this isn't about The Corporate Empire and who carried who and who beat who, what, when, where and how...no, this is bigger than that! I'm sick of being told I'm second best around here...this Sunday I will put up...and when I put up I will shut you up...I will silence the critics, because any man who would sink so low as to pick in cripples isn't worth spit in my eyes...and certainly has no right to be called my best friend...I thought you wer better than that Steve, but now I know the implosion Hammond spoke of is coming, but I will not be the trigger...
*The Ace breathes deeply*
It will be you...because if that's really the kind of man Steve Bates is, he is not worthy of the respect I once had for him, perhaps I was wrong when I saw Steve Bates and Steve Awesome as two faces, perhaps the glory of that gold and the power it represents has merged the two faces into one...I don't know, but you obviously insist on making this more personal than it has to be when you take cheap shots at my still recovering wife, no she isn't ugly, but you are Steve...inside...I see it all so clearly now, so I suppose I owe you some thanks too...
*The Ace grins*
Just because deep down Steve you know that you are in trouble come Sunday, you go down the obvious road that everyone else does again and again and that is to try and throw me off my game by criticizing the way I cut my promos, if indeed I do paint your words the colour of bull**** and throw them back at you, then surely by now you must realise how much of what you say is actually Grade Awesome horsecrap! I said before that you know me well, and maybe you can predict what I'll say or do, well done you...maybe you should become a fortune teller, but then of course I do see a sudden Reversal Of Fortune in your immediate future...you see me as cliche, a joke - well this Sunday the joke will be on you and all those like you who think I can't beat you...I don't want to be like you Steve, I don't need to be...I have enough faith in myself to get the job done at the PPV and I will do it without your so called guidelines to help me out...
*The Ace sighs*
You beat me once and now you're still singing about it...just like you still sing about running me out of XHF as if that honestly has any relevance to the here and now...newsflash Steve, this isn't XHF, this is nCw and right here, right now, I'm not backing down from you...and I never will...infact, you rolled me up, well done...all that proved is that you can get lucky and beat a man with a shoulder injury, but have you ever wondered what would have happened that night if I hadn't been injured? I know, I know it is my job to beat you this Sunday, and I shall...I wasn't contradicting myself, I already said you proved to be the better man on the one night you beat me, my point was simply this...that in the grander scheme of things it didn't matter...not like this match will...this is a grander stage and it is for the richest prize in this business, and if you cannot understand the point I was making without giving people like Ricky or Xavier credit and without contradicting my own logic, then Steve, you are the stupid one...not I...
*The Ace smirks*
What is valid and what is interesting will become painfully apparent to you soon enough Steve, you will see the validity and interest I generate as the new nCw World Heavyweight Champion soon enough, but I suppose at this point I should thank you once again for making my Road To The Gold that little bit easier by taking Angel out of the equation...at least the logic of that much is irrefutable...if you want to indulge in a little cockslapping with Trent, then after Sunday when I make your schedule that much lighter by taking away that title from you, you will get your chance, Lord knows Trent has to do something with his cock now that Mercedes is no longer paying attention and the wrist action just hasn't been the same since we broke it...no I'm sure he'll welcome the opportunity just as much, if not more, than you do...
*The Ace laughs, but suddenly stops as a smiling, stitched up Candy wheels herself over to him...*
Candy: I just wanted to say thanks again...for everything...you really do have a heart of gold, Mr Conw -
*She stops as if she suddenly remembered something...*
Candy: Jake...
*The Ace smiles and bends down to hug her*
You take care of yourself, Candy...
*Candy kisses him on the cheek and slip a little note into his pocket as she hugs him...the scene fades on the heartwarming scene....*
What the hell?!
*The Ace slammed on the brakes, and quickly got out of the car, he rushed around to the shaken blonde, he quickly knelt down by her side, and put his arm around her before he registered the mangled wheelchair...*
Oh My God! Are you alright? Miss...?
*The woman blinked twice as if trying to recall the name of this tuxedo and bow-tied gentleman, but in all the confusion, all she could be reminded of was James Bond, after all he had the look and the flash car and something told him that he had the charm too...*
Blonde: I'm...alright...I think...just a little shaken...but not stirred...
*She laughed, she couldn't resist such an obvious joke, The Ace smiled at her, at least she had not lost her sense of humour...it meant that she had not been injured too severely...*
What happened?
Blonde: Some self righteous ass who thinks he's important kicked me out of the club because apparently I'm damaged goods...
*The Ace looked at the glowing neon lights of the establishment and shook his head*
I know the type...come on, do you live close by? Maybe I can drop you off somewhere?
*The Ace helped her up as far as she could manage and then scooped her up into his arms without waiting for a reply...*
Blonde: My...chair...
*Both of them looked at it, lying there in the street as she put her arms around his neck...*
I think the most important thing is to get you to the hospital, just to be safe...
*The Ace made the decision for her and shifted one arm out from under her just enough so he could open the passenger door, he felt her cling a lighter tighter to him and then helped her in...*
Blonde: Thanks...
*The Ace simply nodded as he closed the door and rushed around and picked up the chair, pushing it to one side to clear the way and abandon it, before returning to his car and getting in. The Ace watched her strap herself in and reflected on just how independent and strong this young woman must be...he looked eyes with her briefly before smiling and driving off to the nearest hospital...*
Blonde: So what's ya name, good samaritan?
Conway...Jake Conway...
*The blonde giggled, as she clutched the side of her cut cheek*
Blonde: Owwwie...son of a - that smarts!
And you might be?
Blonde: Candy...Candy Rose...
Pleasure to meet you Miss Rose...
Candy: Call me Candy, everyone else does...
So why were you kicked out of the club? I can't imagine a sweet girl like you ever causing a ruckus...
Candy: I didn't...it's the ignorance of those stupid folk who see a cripple gal like me an' immediately judge me...I had every right to be in tha' club with the res' of them...
I don't doubt that you did Candy, but if there's one thing I know its how judgmental some people can be...
Candy: Mmmhmm...
*They chatted for a while, mostly about her family on the drive to the nearest medical facility*
Well, here we are, these people should be able to help you...
*The Ace stops outside the Jackson South Community hospital...*
*The scene reopens inside the hospital, Candy was being examined and cared for, and The Ace felt the least he could do was wait and see if she was going to be okay...so he sat in the waiting area and as luck would have it, the television was showing Steve's latest promo on nCw TV...The Ace regarded his friend with curiousity and shock...*
You know Steve, I really don't think I know you anymore...you call yourself a blast of class, but there was no class in what you did to her...maybe Burns was right when he said marriage had taken some of the fight out of me, but know this, I'm only 'the bad guy' between those ropes...now some people may say I'm almost breaking kayfabe when I say that I don't live my life that way once the cameras stop rolling, I know my limits, I know my compassion, I know my heart...and as much as I embrace evil, I know where to draw the line...
*The Ace sighs*
This Sunday, it is about us...so let's keep it that way, you want to get my attention, you want to show me how big and bad you are then do it by taking a pop at your pal Zero, not crippled women for God's sake...and to think, people see me as the worthless retard, honestly is that how you want to represent this company? Is it? Frankly, you don't deserve anything less than the beating I'm going to give you this Sunday once I get passed Burns...and I will...you can bet your piddly little ass on it Steve! You see this is no longer about who carried who, this isn't about The Smokin' Aces, this isn't about The Corporate Empire and who carried who and who beat who, what, when, where and how...no, this is bigger than that! I'm sick of being told I'm second best around here...this Sunday I will put up...and when I put up I will shut you up...I will silence the critics, because any man who would sink so low as to pick in cripples isn't worth spit in my eyes...and certainly has no right to be called my best friend...I thought you wer better than that Steve, but now I know the implosion Hammond spoke of is coming, but I will not be the trigger...
*The Ace breathes deeply*
It will be you...because if that's really the kind of man Steve Bates is, he is not worthy of the respect I once had for him, perhaps I was wrong when I saw Steve Bates and Steve Awesome as two faces, perhaps the glory of that gold and the power it represents has merged the two faces into one...I don't know, but you obviously insist on making this more personal than it has to be when you take cheap shots at my still recovering wife, no she isn't ugly, but you are Steve...inside...I see it all so clearly now, so I suppose I owe you some thanks too...
*The Ace grins*
Just because deep down Steve you know that you are in trouble come Sunday, you go down the obvious road that everyone else does again and again and that is to try and throw me off my game by criticizing the way I cut my promos, if indeed I do paint your words the colour of bull**** and throw them back at you, then surely by now you must realise how much of what you say is actually Grade Awesome horsecrap! I said before that you know me well, and maybe you can predict what I'll say or do, well done you...maybe you should become a fortune teller, but then of course I do see a sudden Reversal Of Fortune in your immediate future...you see me as cliche, a joke - well this Sunday the joke will be on you and all those like you who think I can't beat you...I don't want to be like you Steve, I don't need to be...I have enough faith in myself to get the job done at the PPV and I will do it without your so called guidelines to help me out...
*The Ace sighs*
You beat me once and now you're still singing about it...just like you still sing about running me out of XHF as if that honestly has any relevance to the here and now...newsflash Steve, this isn't XHF, this is nCw and right here, right now, I'm not backing down from you...and I never will...infact, you rolled me up, well done...all that proved is that you can get lucky and beat a man with a shoulder injury, but have you ever wondered what would have happened that night if I hadn't been injured? I know, I know it is my job to beat you this Sunday, and I shall...I wasn't contradicting myself, I already said you proved to be the better man on the one night you beat me, my point was simply this...that in the grander scheme of things it didn't matter...not like this match will...this is a grander stage and it is for the richest prize in this business, and if you cannot understand the point I was making without giving people like Ricky or Xavier credit and without contradicting my own logic, then Steve, you are the stupid one...not I...
*The Ace smirks*
What is valid and what is interesting will become painfully apparent to you soon enough Steve, you will see the validity and interest I generate as the new nCw World Heavyweight Champion soon enough, but I suppose at this point I should thank you once again for making my Road To The Gold that little bit easier by taking Angel out of the equation...at least the logic of that much is irrefutable...if you want to indulge in a little cockslapping with Trent, then after Sunday when I make your schedule that much lighter by taking away that title from you, you will get your chance, Lord knows Trent has to do something with his cock now that Mercedes is no longer paying attention and the wrist action just hasn't been the same since we broke it...no I'm sure he'll welcome the opportunity just as much, if not more, than you do...
*The Ace laughs, but suddenly stops as a smiling, stitched up Candy wheels herself over to him...*
Candy: I just wanted to say thanks again...for everything...you really do have a heart of gold, Mr Conw -
*She stops as if she suddenly remembered something...*
Candy: Jake...
*The Ace smiles and bends down to hug her*
You take care of yourself, Candy...
*Candy kisses him on the cheek and slip a little note into his pocket as she hugs him...the scene fades on the heartwarming scene....*