Post by The Ace on Feb 13, 2009 10:39:56 GMT -6
*The scene opens in a nicer hotel room than we've seen being provided for The Ace over the last few weeks. The Ace may not be a Revolutionary, but he was glad that Kelly still had enough business sense to look after her main eventers for this PPV, and he knew the only way he could maintain the comfort and luxury he was used to was to realise the one dream he had had ever since he signed with nCw...the World Heavyweight Championship.
The Ace was sat now carefully watching Xavier's promo on the television from his bed. Suddenly his cellphone came to life with his own voice alerting him that 'your piddly ass has a text'. The novelty alert always amused him and he hoped that his fans felt the same when they downloaded it from nCw.wap for their own cellphones.
He read the message and thought of it as somewhat of a welcome if not all too brief distraction from Xavier's usual and frankly predictable ramblings for a moment. The message was a simple alert to tell him that his voicemail service had a new message waiting for him and that he should dial a number to retrieve it. He did so without hesitation, and always felt a certain itch of curiousity and mystery on these occassions as only important people desperate to get ahold of him ever left him voicemails. He hit the loudspeaker button because he was too lazy to keep the phone pressed to his ear any longer and with it nestled in his palm instead, listened intently...*
Voicemail: You have one new message. First new message.
*The familiar sound of Kelly's voice followed the beep over the loudspeaker and instantly brought a smile to The Ace's lips...*
Kelly: Ace...this is Kelly Fox....just to let you know that since you are main eventing my Pay Per View this weekend, you and your family are granted temporary stay in the hotel where we the Revolution are staying and granted all normal promo priviledges, but only because I know what is good for business and expect a stellar main event. Nothing can or will jeopardise that. But don't get too used to it, once you blow this shot again just like you did at Road To The Gold, things will go back to the way they were and always should be...
*The Ace hung up, cutting off the voicemail's announcement of when the message was left and could only assume that his opponents had received similiar messages also granting them a temporary reprieve into this luxury which he had always taken as the normality for a superstar of his calibre. For a moment, he sympathised with the rookie Bates and his philosophy for things to be perfectly normal again, well as normal as nCw could be at least...The Ace shakes his head and addresses the camera, putting his cellphone aside...*
So this Sunday, after months of jumping through hoops and anticipation, it will finally happen. I will finally get my fair shot at the nCw World Heavyweight Championship and a chance to correct the injustice of Road To The Gold, where quite frankly I was robbed by my former opportunistic partner Steve Awesome. Well I say former, but actually a new cause has reunited us recently and that cause is known to all by now as the downfall of tyranny as represented by Age of the Revolution....how ironic it is then, that my fair shot at the top should come at the height of such unfairness within nCw. Well again, I say fair shot, but then how fair exactly is a 33.3% chance of victory and a 66.67% chance of defeat? I'll tell you - it is about as fair a chance as I'm ever going to get at the most prestigious title in the company under Revolution's run of nCw, so Jack, X, you two better believe that I shall not waste this golden opportunity. I've worked too damn hard to get this shot, and I've definitely worked too damn hard to allow either of you two piddly asses stand in my way and deny me my destiny this Sunday...
*The Ace sighs*
Finally...finally...I shall be the new face of nCw...a face that spits in the eyes of the Revolution, a face that will no longer be forced to press its lips against Kelly's peachy behind to get a little work done but most of all a face that sticks its tongue out to the former Champions who have had their time and done little with it. Xavier, you had your shot sunshine, one of us will be denied our dream at Crossroads, but it will not be me. I always realise my dreams eventually and this Sunday will be no exception. The price of my dream to be Champion will simply be the destruction of your dream to have your name cemented in history alongside Spike Kane and Lance Ryan....both men were multiple time Champs and both men are of no consequence now. Are you that eager to fade into obscurity as they did? To suffer the premature end to their careers as they did? Because if you are, I will be only too happy to oblige...see to me its not so much a matter of how many a reign one has, but how long a reign. I would much rather be a champion once for eight months say than a champion four times for eight weeks a reign...but I digress. As I said I always realise my dreams eventually, I held the dream that I would one day be a professional wrestler since I was 6 and here I am in nCw. I realised my dream. I held the dream to be married to the most beautiful woman in the world in my heart since I was 13 and now I am. I realised my dream and her name was Kathy. I held the dream that I would one day be a father since I was 21 and now I am. I realised my dream in my my little flawless diamond, Solitaire...
*The Ace smiles*
Hammond, Williams, neither of you have the capability or the will to take from me my fondest dreams and I know this all too well because I have crossed paths with each of you on more than one occasion, furthermore I have beaten each of you on more than one occassion, so I am more than ready, willing and able to seize my destiny this Sunday. Hammond, as upset as I am at being screwed out of a victory last week, I do not feel sympathy for you, as I'm sure Xavier does...its no secret that as the Champion you had a huge bullseye on your chest for the Revolution, you should have known and been better prepared to be the target of an unfair assault, last I knew you were a hamster not a duck so you have no excuses, unless of course you purposely allowed it to happen. Oh yes, I've heard all the conspiracy theories about you and the Revolution and I'd hate to think you threw the match for us deliberately. Either way, that bullseye I mentioned on your chest hasn't gotten any smaller...no, no...its simply moved into a different set of crosshairs my friend, more specifically my crosshairs and this Sunday I will have the revolver loaded for our game of Russian Roulette and the bullet inside the chamber will bear the name of Jack Hammond...the game will go ahead as planned whether you are healthy enough to play at Crossroads or not...sure its not fair, but then life never is...
*The Ace smirks*
Xavier, I'm glad you realise the chaos before us in nCw, but unfortunately for you, your world will still be as topsy-turvy as it is now after Sunday because I shall endeavour to turn your world upside down and inside out once again by doing the very same thing I've already done multiple times before and that is to beat you in the middle of my ring...in my world...for what will ultimately be my title...there is order in disorder, such is the law of entropy, and my order shall come in your disorder X...my goal is to see your goal is unreached...your brass ring shall be the lacklustre cousin of my golden opportunity because only I know the true value of history's teachings between us Xavier, to you it may not matter but to me, it is only by learning from our past that my future is shaped, and the lesson is unmistakable here...I can beat you, I have beaten you, and I will beat you yet again this Sunday...
*The Ace grins*
Xavier you see me as your Achilles' heel, no, no, no...I am simply Paris - the archer who shot the arrow into it - God bless Thetis and her oversight when she dipped you into the waters of the river Styx, hey Achilles? Of course, if you are Achilles, then you are a particularly sunburnt Greek indeed...consider that last little jest as more fuel to your fire, or at least an incentive to rid yourself of the chip on your shoulder, I don't care...I will extinguish the embers of your burning flame soon enough X, regardless of however richly fuelled it may yet turn out to be...you may seek to crush the competition, but you cannot crush the cockroach if it is the one wielding the swatting hammer with which you endeavour to destroy it...
*The Ace reaches over behind the bed and brings a sledgehammer into view, placing it upright between his knees, folding his arms across the head of it, looking intensely into the camera...*
So gentlemen, as I've already said, we've been down this road before, you've each crossed me and fallen...sure, each of you can dream that this time will be different, it is as much your right to dream as it is my right to crush them...and in closing I shall leave you both with only this to consider: Are you the dreamer or merely part of my dream? Either way, when I put you two to sleep, it will be perchance not to dream your own dreams but to realise the true cost at which I choose to live mine...
*The Ace laughts as the scene fades to black*
The Ace was sat now carefully watching Xavier's promo on the television from his bed. Suddenly his cellphone came to life with his own voice alerting him that 'your piddly ass has a text'. The novelty alert always amused him and he hoped that his fans felt the same when they downloaded it from nCw.wap for their own cellphones.
He read the message and thought of it as somewhat of a welcome if not all too brief distraction from Xavier's usual and frankly predictable ramblings for a moment. The message was a simple alert to tell him that his voicemail service had a new message waiting for him and that he should dial a number to retrieve it. He did so without hesitation, and always felt a certain itch of curiousity and mystery on these occassions as only important people desperate to get ahold of him ever left him voicemails. He hit the loudspeaker button because he was too lazy to keep the phone pressed to his ear any longer and with it nestled in his palm instead, listened intently...*
Voicemail: You have one new message. First new message.
*The familiar sound of Kelly's voice followed the beep over the loudspeaker and instantly brought a smile to The Ace's lips...*
Kelly: Ace...this is Kelly Fox....just to let you know that since you are main eventing my Pay Per View this weekend, you and your family are granted temporary stay in the hotel where we the Revolution are staying and granted all normal promo priviledges, but only because I know what is good for business and expect a stellar main event. Nothing can or will jeopardise that. But don't get too used to it, once you blow this shot again just like you did at Road To The Gold, things will go back to the way they were and always should be...
*The Ace hung up, cutting off the voicemail's announcement of when the message was left and could only assume that his opponents had received similiar messages also granting them a temporary reprieve into this luxury which he had always taken as the normality for a superstar of his calibre. For a moment, he sympathised with the rookie Bates and his philosophy for things to be perfectly normal again, well as normal as nCw could be at least...The Ace shakes his head and addresses the camera, putting his cellphone aside...*
So this Sunday, after months of jumping through hoops and anticipation, it will finally happen. I will finally get my fair shot at the nCw World Heavyweight Championship and a chance to correct the injustice of Road To The Gold, where quite frankly I was robbed by my former opportunistic partner Steve Awesome. Well I say former, but actually a new cause has reunited us recently and that cause is known to all by now as the downfall of tyranny as represented by Age of the Revolution....how ironic it is then, that my fair shot at the top should come at the height of such unfairness within nCw. Well again, I say fair shot, but then how fair exactly is a 33.3% chance of victory and a 66.67% chance of defeat? I'll tell you - it is about as fair a chance as I'm ever going to get at the most prestigious title in the company under Revolution's run of nCw, so Jack, X, you two better believe that I shall not waste this golden opportunity. I've worked too damn hard to get this shot, and I've definitely worked too damn hard to allow either of you two piddly asses stand in my way and deny me my destiny this Sunday...
*The Ace sighs*
Finally...finally...I shall be the new face of nCw...a face that spits in the eyes of the Revolution, a face that will no longer be forced to press its lips against Kelly's peachy behind to get a little work done but most of all a face that sticks its tongue out to the former Champions who have had their time and done little with it. Xavier, you had your shot sunshine, one of us will be denied our dream at Crossroads, but it will not be me. I always realise my dreams eventually and this Sunday will be no exception. The price of my dream to be Champion will simply be the destruction of your dream to have your name cemented in history alongside Spike Kane and Lance Ryan....both men were multiple time Champs and both men are of no consequence now. Are you that eager to fade into obscurity as they did? To suffer the premature end to their careers as they did? Because if you are, I will be only too happy to oblige...see to me its not so much a matter of how many a reign one has, but how long a reign. I would much rather be a champion once for eight months say than a champion four times for eight weeks a reign...but I digress. As I said I always realise my dreams eventually, I held the dream that I would one day be a professional wrestler since I was 6 and here I am in nCw. I realised my dream. I held the dream to be married to the most beautiful woman in the world in my heart since I was 13 and now I am. I realised my dream and her name was Kathy. I held the dream that I would one day be a father since I was 21 and now I am. I realised my dream in my my little flawless diamond, Solitaire...
*The Ace smiles*
Hammond, Williams, neither of you have the capability or the will to take from me my fondest dreams and I know this all too well because I have crossed paths with each of you on more than one occasion, furthermore I have beaten each of you on more than one occassion, so I am more than ready, willing and able to seize my destiny this Sunday. Hammond, as upset as I am at being screwed out of a victory last week, I do not feel sympathy for you, as I'm sure Xavier does...its no secret that as the Champion you had a huge bullseye on your chest for the Revolution, you should have known and been better prepared to be the target of an unfair assault, last I knew you were a hamster not a duck so you have no excuses, unless of course you purposely allowed it to happen. Oh yes, I've heard all the conspiracy theories about you and the Revolution and I'd hate to think you threw the match for us deliberately. Either way, that bullseye I mentioned on your chest hasn't gotten any smaller...no, no...its simply moved into a different set of crosshairs my friend, more specifically my crosshairs and this Sunday I will have the revolver loaded for our game of Russian Roulette and the bullet inside the chamber will bear the name of Jack Hammond...the game will go ahead as planned whether you are healthy enough to play at Crossroads or not...sure its not fair, but then life never is...
*The Ace smirks*
Xavier, I'm glad you realise the chaos before us in nCw, but unfortunately for you, your world will still be as topsy-turvy as it is now after Sunday because I shall endeavour to turn your world upside down and inside out once again by doing the very same thing I've already done multiple times before and that is to beat you in the middle of my ring...in my world...for what will ultimately be my title...there is order in disorder, such is the law of entropy, and my order shall come in your disorder X...my goal is to see your goal is unreached...your brass ring shall be the lacklustre cousin of my golden opportunity because only I know the true value of history's teachings between us Xavier, to you it may not matter but to me, it is only by learning from our past that my future is shaped, and the lesson is unmistakable here...I can beat you, I have beaten you, and I will beat you yet again this Sunday...
*The Ace grins*
Xavier you see me as your Achilles' heel, no, no, no...I am simply Paris - the archer who shot the arrow into it - God bless Thetis and her oversight when she dipped you into the waters of the river Styx, hey Achilles? Of course, if you are Achilles, then you are a particularly sunburnt Greek indeed...consider that last little jest as more fuel to your fire, or at least an incentive to rid yourself of the chip on your shoulder, I don't care...I will extinguish the embers of your burning flame soon enough X, regardless of however richly fuelled it may yet turn out to be...you may seek to crush the competition, but you cannot crush the cockroach if it is the one wielding the swatting hammer with which you endeavour to destroy it...
*The Ace reaches over behind the bed and brings a sledgehammer into view, placing it upright between his knees, folding his arms across the head of it, looking intensely into the camera...*
So gentlemen, as I've already said, we've been down this road before, you've each crossed me and fallen...sure, each of you can dream that this time will be different, it is as much your right to dream as it is my right to crush them...and in closing I shall leave you both with only this to consider: Are you the dreamer or merely part of my dream? Either way, when I put you two to sleep, it will be perchance not to dream your own dreams but to realise the true cost at which I choose to live mine...
*The Ace laughts as the scene fades to black*