Post by The Ace on Dec 4, 2008 11:45:44 GMT -6
*The scene opens with white text on a black background as the voiceover reads the words as they appear on screen...*
*The scene opens with The Ace sat in his hotel room, a smirk across his face as he stares into the camera...*
Ahhh...I feel so at home here, not necessarily because of the hotel, room service or even the fact that we are here in San Jose, California, but rather I mean here infront of the camera...it feels like so long since I've been here, what with most of my opponents over the last few weeks phoning it in and therefore prompting me to step out of my comfort zone and blog, email or even make a journal entry...but this is different, this is Pay Per View week here in nCw and I would never phone it in and deny all my fans my physical presence to warm them up and hype them for the piddly ass kicking fest they're all expecting on Sunday...
*The Ace smirks*
Not that a ladder match needs much selling or hyping to these people, I grant you...but hey we both lost to members of the Social Enemies last week, both men the roster either respect or fear...I'm not happy about it, but I also know there's no shame in losing to men like Angel or Falcon...but what I don't agree with is the fact that you Rotten cost me my match when you stuck that boot in the side of my head last week...and why? To protect Steve? Surely if he's so Awesome he doesn't need protection...or maybe you did it because I got the jump on you two weeks ago and showed people that size isn't everything...but of course that's really a moot point by now isn't it? I mean Angel proved it last week that despite all your ceaseless gum flapping, the mountain of a man could be moved, could be eroded...
*The Ace smiles*
Six foot seven...three hundred twenty pounds....that's a huge sack of crap by anyone's standards and whate's even more amazing is that when you drop it, the overflow of grade A bull**** still doesn't stop...I saw your match last week, and I saw you address Angel beforehand, and I was impressed by neither...infact I think if you could get away with it you'd just make the same tired old threats to me that you made to Angel, you know just change the words up a little...'I hope you do get the opportunity to kick my ass otherwise you'll have to get Kathy to prechew your food'...something like that, hell you might even think it clever to use the same 'pecker at half staff' joke on me after giving me some credit for all I've accomplished of course...given that you have got six vertical but not horizontal inches on me...now if only you had as many brain cells I may have reason to be concerned, but fortunately your years of beer swilling solved that problem for me a long time ago...
*The Ace smirks*
Sure you're pissed...but it is not so much at me as literally, see Johnny I see this match as a natural progression from the Rotten to the Awesome, men of polar opposites in both name and nature yet I can't stand either of you...and why? Because your logic is in itself illogical as was proven this past week...you by your own admission have no interest in reaching the top, or do you told Angel...well I have to wonder then if Kelly had enough of a sense of humour to book you in a match where I have had some of my greatest successes over the years and a match where the sole focus is to reach the top - because sometimes Johnny, kicking ass isn't enough and your lack of drive and motivation to make it up the ladder of success rung by rung will be punished this Sunday...
*The Ace grins*
The smaller guy has the edge, the agility, the skill and the experience to win the Ladder Match at Transgression and reclaim that one commandment that keeps me from destroying the false idol Steve has become ever since winning that World Heavyweight Championship...now I'm not a religious man by any means, but the word 'transgression' just has biblical connotations that I simply cannot ignore and so I opened this promo, the first chapter of our rivalry by quoting from the beginning of the Bible...sure its not as catchy to say Genesis 31:36 says I just whooped your ass as it is to say Austin 3:16, another alcoholic bastard, but nonetheless, I, the intensely displeased Jacob, ask of you Laban, ,'What is my transgression? What my sin, that thou hast burned after me?" Is it that I'm after your boy? Or that I embarrassed you a couple of weeks ago? Of course something must be burning for that itch to be bothering you again, either that or you got a little too close while trying to guard Steve...that really isn't my place to comment I guess...but I assure you this platinum blonde bitch had his reasons for taking you out two weeks ago...
*The Ace sighs*
And even though you're probably too rat-faced to follow them right now, I shall elaborate...yes I did it to get back at Steve, to torment him as you say because I figured someone so Awesome didn't need anyone to watch his back...
*The Ace shrugs*
I guess I was wrong, but then I should have known, after all I was always watching his back in our team...yes Johnny I already had my shot at Steve and yes I lost...but everyone knows that was only because I had to pull double duty that night, it wasn't a fair one on one contest after Burns had already pushed me to my limits earlier in the night, so all I want is to see how Steve handles himself against me one on one when I am one hundred percent, and to get that chance I have to get through you this Sunday...and believe me, get through you I shall...see Johnny, as you said this isn't over between us but in a few days it will be and then you wont be able to protect Steve anymore, nobody will...and if I were you, I'd worry less about trying to understand my motives and more about laying off the beer till Sunday, because alcohol messes with one's equillibrium and that's never a good situation to be in fifteen feet in the air...I wouldn't want you to slip off the edge this Sunday and deprive me the pleasure of watching you fall and drown in your own blood, sweat and tears before you get your piddly ass rolled to the back and proceed to watch yourself drown into the bottom of a bottle like all crest-fallen men do, such is their own rotten lives I guess...
*The Ace smirks and winks at the camera before it fades to black*
"And it is displeasing to Jacob, and he striveth with Laban; and Jacob answereth and saith to Laban, 'What is my transgression? What my sin, that thou hast burned after me?"
- GENESIS 31:36
- GENESIS 31:36
*The scene opens with The Ace sat in his hotel room, a smirk across his face as he stares into the camera...*
Ahhh...I feel so at home here, not necessarily because of the hotel, room service or even the fact that we are here in San Jose, California, but rather I mean here infront of the camera...it feels like so long since I've been here, what with most of my opponents over the last few weeks phoning it in and therefore prompting me to step out of my comfort zone and blog, email or even make a journal entry...but this is different, this is Pay Per View week here in nCw and I would never phone it in and deny all my fans my physical presence to warm them up and hype them for the piddly ass kicking fest they're all expecting on Sunday...
*The Ace smirks*
Not that a ladder match needs much selling or hyping to these people, I grant you...but hey we both lost to members of the Social Enemies last week, both men the roster either respect or fear...I'm not happy about it, but I also know there's no shame in losing to men like Angel or Falcon...but what I don't agree with is the fact that you Rotten cost me my match when you stuck that boot in the side of my head last week...and why? To protect Steve? Surely if he's so Awesome he doesn't need protection...or maybe you did it because I got the jump on you two weeks ago and showed people that size isn't everything...but of course that's really a moot point by now isn't it? I mean Angel proved it last week that despite all your ceaseless gum flapping, the mountain of a man could be moved, could be eroded...
*The Ace smiles*
Six foot seven...three hundred twenty pounds....that's a huge sack of crap by anyone's standards and whate's even more amazing is that when you drop it, the overflow of grade A bull**** still doesn't stop...I saw your match last week, and I saw you address Angel beforehand, and I was impressed by neither...infact I think if you could get away with it you'd just make the same tired old threats to me that you made to Angel, you know just change the words up a little...'I hope you do get the opportunity to kick my ass otherwise you'll have to get Kathy to prechew your food'...something like that, hell you might even think it clever to use the same 'pecker at half staff' joke on me after giving me some credit for all I've accomplished of course...given that you have got six vertical but not horizontal inches on me...now if only you had as many brain cells I may have reason to be concerned, but fortunately your years of beer swilling solved that problem for me a long time ago...
*The Ace smirks*
Sure you're pissed...but it is not so much at me as literally, see Johnny I see this match as a natural progression from the Rotten to the Awesome, men of polar opposites in both name and nature yet I can't stand either of you...and why? Because your logic is in itself illogical as was proven this past week...you by your own admission have no interest in reaching the top, or do you told Angel...well I have to wonder then if Kelly had enough of a sense of humour to book you in a match where I have had some of my greatest successes over the years and a match where the sole focus is to reach the top - because sometimes Johnny, kicking ass isn't enough and your lack of drive and motivation to make it up the ladder of success rung by rung will be punished this Sunday...
*The Ace grins*
The smaller guy has the edge, the agility, the skill and the experience to win the Ladder Match at Transgression and reclaim that one commandment that keeps me from destroying the false idol Steve has become ever since winning that World Heavyweight Championship...now I'm not a religious man by any means, but the word 'transgression' just has biblical connotations that I simply cannot ignore and so I opened this promo, the first chapter of our rivalry by quoting from the beginning of the Bible...sure its not as catchy to say Genesis 31:36 says I just whooped your ass as it is to say Austin 3:16, another alcoholic bastard, but nonetheless, I, the intensely displeased Jacob, ask of you Laban, ,'What is my transgression? What my sin, that thou hast burned after me?" Is it that I'm after your boy? Or that I embarrassed you a couple of weeks ago? Of course something must be burning for that itch to be bothering you again, either that or you got a little too close while trying to guard Steve...that really isn't my place to comment I guess...but I assure you this platinum blonde bitch had his reasons for taking you out two weeks ago...
*The Ace sighs*
And even though you're probably too rat-faced to follow them right now, I shall elaborate...yes I did it to get back at Steve, to torment him as you say because I figured someone so Awesome didn't need anyone to watch his back...
*The Ace shrugs*
I guess I was wrong, but then I should have known, after all I was always watching his back in our team...yes Johnny I already had my shot at Steve and yes I lost...but everyone knows that was only because I had to pull double duty that night, it wasn't a fair one on one contest after Burns had already pushed me to my limits earlier in the night, so all I want is to see how Steve handles himself against me one on one when I am one hundred percent, and to get that chance I have to get through you this Sunday...and believe me, get through you I shall...see Johnny, as you said this isn't over between us but in a few days it will be and then you wont be able to protect Steve anymore, nobody will...and if I were you, I'd worry less about trying to understand my motives and more about laying off the beer till Sunday, because alcohol messes with one's equillibrium and that's never a good situation to be in fifteen feet in the air...I wouldn't want you to slip off the edge this Sunday and deprive me the pleasure of watching you fall and drown in your own blood, sweat and tears before you get your piddly ass rolled to the back and proceed to watch yourself drown into the bottom of a bottle like all crest-fallen men do, such is their own rotten lives I guess...
*The Ace smirks and winks at the camera before it fades to black*