Post by The Ace on Jan 10, 2009 16:53:18 GMT -6
*The scene opens in the hotel room of The Ace where he is watching Steve's promo end on his lap top while sat on the bed, he uses the add comment facility and types in a response...*
Steve. What an interesting little video that was. Especially since I was worried that you might actually lay into me this time and whilst I may not have the resources to dazzle you with fancy videos, I will stick to what I do best and that is to cut you down with the very words I'm typing now.
I thought you'd really let me have it this time, I thought you'd pull out all the stops seeing as you want this to be our final encounter, but I would be a fool to think that it ever could be, you see once I beat you this Sunday at Metamorphosis, it will make us even. We will have won two matches a piece against one another.
Undoubtedly then Kelly Fox is going to see the potential of a fifth one on one contest between us - the rubber band match as it were, the match where something would have to snap as surely as your neck will when I ram your head into the barbwire and steel that will be surrounding us. How poetic a sound, how fluid a concept when you consider that the simplest game that can be played between two of a kind, between two Aces is a game of Snap.
I am deeply insulted that a promo about one of the most anticipated matches in nCw history, and more importantly a match featuring me would be divided into a whining dribble fest where you Steve Awesome reflect on being outdone by the lesser Kane, the Kane nobody cares about, the Kane that took his ball and went home, you're not facing him on Sunday sunshine, so focus. But that's not the worst of it, amidst all your self pity and Corporate failings, you addressed how Kole fuelled your ego. I stopped listening to that pompus twit evidently way before you did, I knew the Corporate Empire couldn't survive without me, but you and Kole were both too stubborn to admit it...and now look where you both are, teetering on the edge of obscurity.
You say I'd be nothing without you Steve, well if that is true then it is also true that without me to watch your back you couldn't keep that most precious title around your waist. My point has already been proven at Transgression. Yours, to date has not because I won my match at Transgression. I beat your little bodyguard to within an inch of his sorry beer soaked life, all because I was gunning for the belt you had.
Such a disappointment, if I had known our future encounter was going to be for nothing but pride within the confines of a barbaric structure, I might have been persuaded to take it easier on little Johnny Rotten. Ah well, what's done is done, I suppose, I'm not going to whine about it like you're whining at the moment Steve.
I do find it terribly amusing though that you of all people should criticise me on the size of MY ego, and furthermore that you should talk to me about unleashing HELL. Obviously you've forgotten just who you're talking to buddy. Yes things have changed for both of us, but I am still the man who would happily take a sledgehammer and bury it into your gut at the drop of a hat. I am still the man they once knew as the Face of Satan. I know Hell more intimately then you ever could Steve, and on Sunday I shall have no choice but to prove it to you, my friend.
There is no failed logic in that. Not in my world. You see I knew exactly what you meant, and whether you want to believe it or not, I do have an advantage. I've been in the match before, against the man who invented the very concept no less, so I know all about the mental preparation it takes to step into that Den. You do not. I have been in that place before. You have not. But then again, it should not surprise you to learn that THE ACE WILL ALWAYS BE...IN THE PLACE.
The only truth anybody cares about with regards to me is that I have a very cerebral approach to this game, I can out think my opposition and when they can't handle that truth, they either do as you did and merely dismiss it as loopholes or they start trying to criticise the way I deliver my assessment of their dribble aimed at me.
For me, my love of the business is about so much more than awards. Its about competition, so you outdid me for a few more gold statuettes than I got, and in more prestigious categories. Still I will never admit that you are better than me, no matter how much you may want me to.
You asked me to justify my loss to you in December 2007, alright fine I will, as I have done before. You see in that particular singles encounter my shoulder hit the ring post resulting in a minor injury that ultimately gave you the advantage. You capitalized on it to beat me. So the fact remains that you have never beaten me fairly in legitimate singles competition when I am healthy and not worn down. Of course the environment we step into at Metamorphosis removes those kinds of excuses and that is why I am glad you chose it.
You speak of being full of rage, aggression and anger and that is all well and good, and I might have cause for concern about all that pent up rage inside if your name was Bill Bixby, but it isn't. Your name is Steve Awesome, and The Awesome Sulk has nothing whatsoever on The Incredible Hulk.
Cue the sad ending theme and you can be rest assured Steve, that whilst you may not want me muttering your name after all this is over, you will forever know mine.
I am The Ace.
Accept that, Bitch.
Steve. What an interesting little video that was. Especially since I was worried that you might actually lay into me this time and whilst I may not have the resources to dazzle you with fancy videos, I will stick to what I do best and that is to cut you down with the very words I'm typing now.
I thought you'd really let me have it this time, I thought you'd pull out all the stops seeing as you want this to be our final encounter, but I would be a fool to think that it ever could be, you see once I beat you this Sunday at Metamorphosis, it will make us even. We will have won two matches a piece against one another.
Undoubtedly then Kelly Fox is going to see the potential of a fifth one on one contest between us - the rubber band match as it were, the match where something would have to snap as surely as your neck will when I ram your head into the barbwire and steel that will be surrounding us. How poetic a sound, how fluid a concept when you consider that the simplest game that can be played between two of a kind, between two Aces is a game of Snap.
I am deeply insulted that a promo about one of the most anticipated matches in nCw history, and more importantly a match featuring me would be divided into a whining dribble fest where you Steve Awesome reflect on being outdone by the lesser Kane, the Kane nobody cares about, the Kane that took his ball and went home, you're not facing him on Sunday sunshine, so focus. But that's not the worst of it, amidst all your self pity and Corporate failings, you addressed how Kole fuelled your ego. I stopped listening to that pompus twit evidently way before you did, I knew the Corporate Empire couldn't survive without me, but you and Kole were both too stubborn to admit it...and now look where you both are, teetering on the edge of obscurity.
You say I'd be nothing without you Steve, well if that is true then it is also true that without me to watch your back you couldn't keep that most precious title around your waist. My point has already been proven at Transgression. Yours, to date has not because I won my match at Transgression. I beat your little bodyguard to within an inch of his sorry beer soaked life, all because I was gunning for the belt you had.
Such a disappointment, if I had known our future encounter was going to be for nothing but pride within the confines of a barbaric structure, I might have been persuaded to take it easier on little Johnny Rotten. Ah well, what's done is done, I suppose, I'm not going to whine about it like you're whining at the moment Steve.
I do find it terribly amusing though that you of all people should criticise me on the size of MY ego, and furthermore that you should talk to me about unleashing HELL. Obviously you've forgotten just who you're talking to buddy. Yes things have changed for both of us, but I am still the man who would happily take a sledgehammer and bury it into your gut at the drop of a hat. I am still the man they once knew as the Face of Satan. I know Hell more intimately then you ever could Steve, and on Sunday I shall have no choice but to prove it to you, my friend.
There is no failed logic in that. Not in my world. You see I knew exactly what you meant, and whether you want to believe it or not, I do have an advantage. I've been in the match before, against the man who invented the very concept no less, so I know all about the mental preparation it takes to step into that Den. You do not. I have been in that place before. You have not. But then again, it should not surprise you to learn that THE ACE WILL ALWAYS BE...IN THE PLACE.
The only truth anybody cares about with regards to me is that I have a very cerebral approach to this game, I can out think my opposition and when they can't handle that truth, they either do as you did and merely dismiss it as loopholes or they start trying to criticise the way I deliver my assessment of their dribble aimed at me.
For me, my love of the business is about so much more than awards. Its about competition, so you outdid me for a few more gold statuettes than I got, and in more prestigious categories. Still I will never admit that you are better than me, no matter how much you may want me to.
You asked me to justify my loss to you in December 2007, alright fine I will, as I have done before. You see in that particular singles encounter my shoulder hit the ring post resulting in a minor injury that ultimately gave you the advantage. You capitalized on it to beat me. So the fact remains that you have never beaten me fairly in legitimate singles competition when I am healthy and not worn down. Of course the environment we step into at Metamorphosis removes those kinds of excuses and that is why I am glad you chose it.
You speak of being full of rage, aggression and anger and that is all well and good, and I might have cause for concern about all that pent up rage inside if your name was Bill Bixby, but it isn't. Your name is Steve Awesome, and The Awesome Sulk has nothing whatsoever on The Incredible Hulk.
Cue the sad ending theme and you can be rest assured Steve, that whilst you may not want me muttering your name after all this is over, you will forever know mine.
I am The Ace.
Accept that, Bitch.