Post by The Ace on Feb 14, 2009 15:08:19 GMT -6
*The scene opens in The Ace's hotel room where he is in bed beside his wife Kathy. He sits up and watches her sleeping for a moment. Today was Valentine's Day but he did not place as much importance on the day as other more forgetful husbands might, mainly because he was not the type to let the other 364 days of the year pass by without telling her each day just how much he loved her. No, for Jake Conway, today was yet another opportunity to put those words into a gesture that still showed her he cared enough not to take her for granted. Not that he ever did, he had too much respect and love for her to be that selfish, but still his mind reminded him that before he could romance his wife, he had a job to do and the business of winning the nCw World Heavyweight Championship for the first time in his career immediately brought into his mind the name of one of his opponents for this Sunday...Xavier Williams...he left the bed and walked into the en suite shower-room dressed in only grey boxers. Infront of the mirror above the wash basin, The Ace addressed his own reflection as if it were that of the former Champion...*
Xavier, I find it somewhat hypocritical of you to chastise me for talking about percentages and statistics, dismissing them as nothing more than numbers that can only predict patterns and not the future, yet you endeavour to try and use them yourself to try and predict your own future when you say you will be a two time Champion and the third man on that most exclusive list of men who have been multiple time Champions here in nCw...it is quite clear already that you have little understanding or appreciation for the numbers in this match the way I do. And why should you? You are not a gambler, therefore they are not your currency as they are mine. Like it or not X, what you say and what you do is statistically irrelevant to this match, you still have only a 33.3% chance of achieving your goal, the same as Jack does of retaining, and the same as I do of fulfilling my dream this Sunday. Nothing you say or do will change that, no matter how big the match or how grand your vision so whilst I may not be able to predict your actions in the match, I can still play the game by the numbers if I so choose...
*The Ace turns the tap and splashes cold water on his face to drive the remanants of sleep from his eyes before looking up to address Xavier through his own reflection again...*
Of course they may indeed be wrong if I was dealing with anything other than the pure statistics of our match, but I am not that stupid or that foolhardy so please don't mistake me for an idiot or you shall regret it, just as you have every other time we've faced off. I've never let anything distract me from beating you X and I'm not about to start now...you see I am fully aware of how high the stakes are this time around, I know exactly what's on the line, but you seem to think the higher the stakes the more chance you have of beating me...what ever gave you that idea sunshine? The title being up for grabs may be an extra incentive for you to beat me, but that's all it is...it is nothing more and it is certainly not the magic charm or the secret to you beating me that you think it is...nothing has changed that makes this encounter any different from our others Xavier, this Sunday will simply be yet another chapter in our frankly one sided tale of victory and defeat...there will be no surprise endings, no plot twists, just the same cold hard truth you've always faced when you're up against me Xavier...I am the better man. I have proven it every other night we have faced each other and this Sunday will be no different...
*The Ace smirks*
Don't you dare think you can lie to me though X about not having made your excuses, we all have...infact your entire reason for this rematch against Jack has been one long tiresome excuse about how you were screwed by the Revolution. Each of us knows that it is almost certain that the Revolution will try and get involved this Sunday and each of us must prepare for it, just as you Xavier must prepare to face the truth. The truth that you once again will have nothing to savour except the bitter taste of defeat. The truth that you will once again be fooled, that it will be you who will be brought yet again crashing down, not me, into the heap that is the the reality of my record against you. You see when you look into my face, into my eyes this Sunday, they will indeed tell a story, but it will not be the one you are hoping to write. Not the one where Xavier crushes my dreams and finally defeats me, stood tall with that title, once again having renewed the purpose of his all but dead one man crusade, but the same old story where you fall to me as you have done many times before, not because of an entire Revolution but simply because I am Revolutionary...
*The Ace laughs*
Many men before you Xavier have threatened to break my spirit, to silence my talk, to halt my grandstanding, boasting and general mockery of them, but each of them have failed. What makes you any different? Is it because you see yourself as having no other choice but to once again travel a darker road? I understand the darkness of the human condition, I've been there myself before, please Xavier don't force me to go down that road again, I know neither of us truly want to, but still I have to question just how much darker a man of your complexion can get...you say that I will know what it is to be mere fingertips from my destiny when you tear my heart out and torch my dreams with your burning flame of reality, well I will say simply this...I'm flattered that you still carry a torch for me X and if I weren't already happily married I might have been tempted to once again have my heart torn out by a vengeful and jealous ex...
*The Ace smirks, amused by the subtle word play of his creative genius...*
But as it is, my flame only burns for Kathy, of course even if it scolded you, its not like any of us would be able to tell...but I digress, you had your shot at the top X, I know destiny all too well and believe me when I say that she will not be putting out for you this Sunday, but she will guide my fingertips across your face as she bitchslaps the taste out of your mouth...and then and only then you will know the name of that dreamer of the impossible dream, that grasper of the unreachable feat and that new nCw World Heavyweight Champion - The Ace...
*Without another word, The Ace heads off towards the shower, drawing the curtain as the scene fades to black...*
*The scene reopens some half an hour later as a dripping wet Ace walks back out of the shower-room, his waist wrapped in a white towel...he grabs a pair of white boxers and puts them on under his towel. With them securely in place, The Ace unwraps and puts the towel aside and turns his attention to the camera...*
I suppose for the moment I have said all I need to say to you Xavier, so I shall move swiftly on to the other factor in our equation, and some would say the most important part of the puzzle given the fact that he is after all the Champion we are both gunning for, but for me personally I have to question just how important a self deprecating, half dead emo hamster who enjoys squirrel watching, seeing Angel naked and shepard's pie is to a match like this, and of course the only logical answer is not very...I mean sure Jack makes my job easier by admitting himself that he is a rather incapable Champion and no doubt figures that if he does half the job for me, I might show pity and not address him quite so harshly as I have you X, but unfortunately for him, I'm far too much of a professional to leave a job half done...
*The Ace grins as he walks over and picks out a pair of trousers for himself from the wardrobe...*
Jack, you claim to respect me on some level and acknowledge the fact that I've earned my spot in this match through hard work yet you insist on insulting me, to simply dismiss me as some precocious yammering berk...why? Is it not enough for you to simply let me take your title this Sunday? Why must you provoke me? Why must you insist that I bury you and absolutely destroy you in our match at the upcoming Pay Per View? And before you say something stupid again like I won't be able to, please consider not only the fact that I've beaten you twice before but also the fact that we both know you're in no condition to put up any kind of fight against me...
*The Ace starts to put his trousers on*
I mean sure you may argue that the Revolution caught you with your pants down last week...
*The Ace pulls his trousers up, buttoning them and pulling the zipper up*
But still, they left you in one hell of a state, a state which will not be completely healed by Sunday, as if men the calibre of myself and Xavier needed any more advantages over you Hammond...the fact is they have practically guaranteed that a new Champion will be crowned at Crossroads whether they intended to or not, either way my destiny will be fulfilled, my victory will be inevitable and trust me Jack. there is nothing remotely enigmatic about that for if you are as easily distracted this Sunday as you were by that squirrel at your window, it will cost you...and cost you dearly...you may not have paid much attention to my last promo, but I'm hoping that you're listening to this one intently, because whilst Xavier and I may lack the bushy tails, we still have our bright eyes fixed on the hamster's nut, and make no mistake, one of us will get it at Crossroads and the safest bet would be that the squirrel to steal the hamster's nut would have to be pretty ace...
*The Ace laughs as he selects a white shirt for himself*
I don't know if you appreciate the finer humour of my work Jack, but I do find it mildly amusing that someone who got their piddly ass handed to them only last week would consider me to be an easy target for their abuse...perhaps you figure it takes one to know one, or you just figure you would get your own back on this one and attempt to annoy me as much as I apparently annoy you...in any case, I hope you realise that your words will have dire consequences come Sunday my boy, and trust me nobody will save your title or your ass the way they helped you win it a month ago...we both know without help you wouldn't have beaten X last month, and we both know the way things are currently going for you, your first defense of that title might very well be your last...
*The Ace buttons up his shirt*
Make no mistake though that my Swiss Bank account will not only accomodate my ego but also the huge Champion's bonus I'm sure to get when I become the new face of this company after Crossroads this Sunday...you see as you know and as you respect me for, despite insisting that I am a berk, I practically destroyed Steve Awesome a month ago, is it any wonder that he now was so eager to put his career on the line against Falcon this Sunday, part of him wants it all to end, as I'm sure you do aswell Jack, though neither of you will admit it of course...but my point is simply this, if I can completely obliterate a superstar and a man the calibre of Steve Awesome, what chance do you Jack Hammond or even Xavier Williams have against someone like me this Sunday? I think a small part of you Jack realises the truth behind my point, as you've admitted, I have beaten you every time we've faced off too so you and Xavier have that in common, no wonder you're such good friends, and Jack, at least you have been brave enough to admit something Xavier would flat out deny - that there is and always has been a very real possibility that I will walk out of this match with my hand raised and as the new nCw World Heavyweight Champion...
*The Ace slips on a bow-tie...*
I'm touched though that you think I would care if you had a stroke as I celebrated my biggest win in nCw to date, the fact is I only care about winning that belt and my only regret is that it wont be from a worthy Champion like Steve Awesome but rather a universally adored runt like you, Jack Hammond...I'm even more amazed that you think the fact that I'm stepping between you and Xavier's little fair fight love-fest should concern me...it doesn't...not in the slightest...not at all...one way or another what you two started a month ago will indeed be finshed at Crossroads...but unfortunately for you both gentlemen, it shall not be either of you who ends it...instead it shall fall to me...The Ace...as it always does to snap you both out of your delusions of a storybook ending to a friendly rivalry that quite frankly nobody, least of all me, even cares about...
*The Ace admires himself for a brief moment in the full length mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door. He winks back at himself before once again addressing the current nCw World Heavyweight Champion...*
I don't care Jack if you don't trust me, I care even less that you don't like me personally, and I care least of all whether you believe in Xavier's cause and would be proud to have him spearhead this company as Champion once again...all I care about is victory this Sunday...see I didn't become a wrestler to earn your trust or your affection Jack, I became a wrestler for moments like this, moments where I could define myself as World Champion, and though politically I am on your side in this war against the Revolutionaries, personally I couldn't give a damn about you or Xavier either Jack...what I do in this business, I do for me, my daughter and my wife, no one else...nCw needs a fully capable Champion now more than ever, and you, even by your own admission Jack, are simply not up to it...luckily for you, I am and I will lead us all to victory as a new beacon of hope once the dust has settled at Crossroads...and I could care less what you or Xavier have to say about that...
*The Ace closes the wardrobe door and walks over to a slumbering Kathy, he bends down over her and awakens her with a gentle but passionate kiss, she mumurs slightly as he breaks it, smiling down at her...*
Kathy: Happy Valentine's Day baby...
With you, every day feels like Valentine's Day sweetie...
*Kathy smiles and pulls him down ontop of her for a more passionate embrace as the scene fades to black...*
Xavier, I find it somewhat hypocritical of you to chastise me for talking about percentages and statistics, dismissing them as nothing more than numbers that can only predict patterns and not the future, yet you endeavour to try and use them yourself to try and predict your own future when you say you will be a two time Champion and the third man on that most exclusive list of men who have been multiple time Champions here in nCw...it is quite clear already that you have little understanding or appreciation for the numbers in this match the way I do. And why should you? You are not a gambler, therefore they are not your currency as they are mine. Like it or not X, what you say and what you do is statistically irrelevant to this match, you still have only a 33.3% chance of achieving your goal, the same as Jack does of retaining, and the same as I do of fulfilling my dream this Sunday. Nothing you say or do will change that, no matter how big the match or how grand your vision so whilst I may not be able to predict your actions in the match, I can still play the game by the numbers if I so choose...
*The Ace turns the tap and splashes cold water on his face to drive the remanants of sleep from his eyes before looking up to address Xavier through his own reflection again...*
Of course they may indeed be wrong if I was dealing with anything other than the pure statistics of our match, but I am not that stupid or that foolhardy so please don't mistake me for an idiot or you shall regret it, just as you have every other time we've faced off. I've never let anything distract me from beating you X and I'm not about to start now...you see I am fully aware of how high the stakes are this time around, I know exactly what's on the line, but you seem to think the higher the stakes the more chance you have of beating me...what ever gave you that idea sunshine? The title being up for grabs may be an extra incentive for you to beat me, but that's all it is...it is nothing more and it is certainly not the magic charm or the secret to you beating me that you think it is...nothing has changed that makes this encounter any different from our others Xavier, this Sunday will simply be yet another chapter in our frankly one sided tale of victory and defeat...there will be no surprise endings, no plot twists, just the same cold hard truth you've always faced when you're up against me Xavier...I am the better man. I have proven it every other night we have faced each other and this Sunday will be no different...
*The Ace smirks*
Don't you dare think you can lie to me though X about not having made your excuses, we all have...infact your entire reason for this rematch against Jack has been one long tiresome excuse about how you were screwed by the Revolution. Each of us knows that it is almost certain that the Revolution will try and get involved this Sunday and each of us must prepare for it, just as you Xavier must prepare to face the truth. The truth that you once again will have nothing to savour except the bitter taste of defeat. The truth that you will once again be fooled, that it will be you who will be brought yet again crashing down, not me, into the heap that is the the reality of my record against you. You see when you look into my face, into my eyes this Sunday, they will indeed tell a story, but it will not be the one you are hoping to write. Not the one where Xavier crushes my dreams and finally defeats me, stood tall with that title, once again having renewed the purpose of his all but dead one man crusade, but the same old story where you fall to me as you have done many times before, not because of an entire Revolution but simply because I am Revolutionary...
*The Ace laughs*
Many men before you Xavier have threatened to break my spirit, to silence my talk, to halt my grandstanding, boasting and general mockery of them, but each of them have failed. What makes you any different? Is it because you see yourself as having no other choice but to once again travel a darker road? I understand the darkness of the human condition, I've been there myself before, please Xavier don't force me to go down that road again, I know neither of us truly want to, but still I have to question just how much darker a man of your complexion can get...you say that I will know what it is to be mere fingertips from my destiny when you tear my heart out and torch my dreams with your burning flame of reality, well I will say simply this...I'm flattered that you still carry a torch for me X and if I weren't already happily married I might have been tempted to once again have my heart torn out by a vengeful and jealous ex...
*The Ace smirks, amused by the subtle word play of his creative genius...*
But as it is, my flame only burns for Kathy, of course even if it scolded you, its not like any of us would be able to tell...but I digress, you had your shot at the top X, I know destiny all too well and believe me when I say that she will not be putting out for you this Sunday, but she will guide my fingertips across your face as she bitchslaps the taste out of your mouth...and then and only then you will know the name of that dreamer of the impossible dream, that grasper of the unreachable feat and that new nCw World Heavyweight Champion - The Ace...
*Without another word, The Ace heads off towards the shower, drawing the curtain as the scene fades to black...*
*The scene reopens some half an hour later as a dripping wet Ace walks back out of the shower-room, his waist wrapped in a white towel...he grabs a pair of white boxers and puts them on under his towel. With them securely in place, The Ace unwraps and puts the towel aside and turns his attention to the camera...*
I suppose for the moment I have said all I need to say to you Xavier, so I shall move swiftly on to the other factor in our equation, and some would say the most important part of the puzzle given the fact that he is after all the Champion we are both gunning for, but for me personally I have to question just how important a self deprecating, half dead emo hamster who enjoys squirrel watching, seeing Angel naked and shepard's pie is to a match like this, and of course the only logical answer is not very...I mean sure Jack makes my job easier by admitting himself that he is a rather incapable Champion and no doubt figures that if he does half the job for me, I might show pity and not address him quite so harshly as I have you X, but unfortunately for him, I'm far too much of a professional to leave a job half done...
*The Ace grins as he walks over and picks out a pair of trousers for himself from the wardrobe...*
Jack, you claim to respect me on some level and acknowledge the fact that I've earned my spot in this match through hard work yet you insist on insulting me, to simply dismiss me as some precocious yammering berk...why? Is it not enough for you to simply let me take your title this Sunday? Why must you provoke me? Why must you insist that I bury you and absolutely destroy you in our match at the upcoming Pay Per View? And before you say something stupid again like I won't be able to, please consider not only the fact that I've beaten you twice before but also the fact that we both know you're in no condition to put up any kind of fight against me...
*The Ace starts to put his trousers on*
I mean sure you may argue that the Revolution caught you with your pants down last week...
*The Ace pulls his trousers up, buttoning them and pulling the zipper up*
But still, they left you in one hell of a state, a state which will not be completely healed by Sunday, as if men the calibre of myself and Xavier needed any more advantages over you Hammond...the fact is they have practically guaranteed that a new Champion will be crowned at Crossroads whether they intended to or not, either way my destiny will be fulfilled, my victory will be inevitable and trust me Jack. there is nothing remotely enigmatic about that for if you are as easily distracted this Sunday as you were by that squirrel at your window, it will cost you...and cost you dearly...you may not have paid much attention to my last promo, but I'm hoping that you're listening to this one intently, because whilst Xavier and I may lack the bushy tails, we still have our bright eyes fixed on the hamster's nut, and make no mistake, one of us will get it at Crossroads and the safest bet would be that the squirrel to steal the hamster's nut would have to be pretty ace...
*The Ace laughs as he selects a white shirt for himself*
I don't know if you appreciate the finer humour of my work Jack, but I do find it mildly amusing that someone who got their piddly ass handed to them only last week would consider me to be an easy target for their abuse...perhaps you figure it takes one to know one, or you just figure you would get your own back on this one and attempt to annoy me as much as I apparently annoy you...in any case, I hope you realise that your words will have dire consequences come Sunday my boy, and trust me nobody will save your title or your ass the way they helped you win it a month ago...we both know without help you wouldn't have beaten X last month, and we both know the way things are currently going for you, your first defense of that title might very well be your last...
*The Ace buttons up his shirt*
Make no mistake though that my Swiss Bank account will not only accomodate my ego but also the huge Champion's bonus I'm sure to get when I become the new face of this company after Crossroads this Sunday...you see as you know and as you respect me for, despite insisting that I am a berk, I practically destroyed Steve Awesome a month ago, is it any wonder that he now was so eager to put his career on the line against Falcon this Sunday, part of him wants it all to end, as I'm sure you do aswell Jack, though neither of you will admit it of course...but my point is simply this, if I can completely obliterate a superstar and a man the calibre of Steve Awesome, what chance do you Jack Hammond or even Xavier Williams have against someone like me this Sunday? I think a small part of you Jack realises the truth behind my point, as you've admitted, I have beaten you every time we've faced off too so you and Xavier have that in common, no wonder you're such good friends, and Jack, at least you have been brave enough to admit something Xavier would flat out deny - that there is and always has been a very real possibility that I will walk out of this match with my hand raised and as the new nCw World Heavyweight Champion...
*The Ace slips on a bow-tie...*
I'm touched though that you think I would care if you had a stroke as I celebrated my biggest win in nCw to date, the fact is I only care about winning that belt and my only regret is that it wont be from a worthy Champion like Steve Awesome but rather a universally adored runt like you, Jack Hammond...I'm even more amazed that you think the fact that I'm stepping between you and Xavier's little fair fight love-fest should concern me...it doesn't...not in the slightest...not at all...one way or another what you two started a month ago will indeed be finshed at Crossroads...but unfortunately for you both gentlemen, it shall not be either of you who ends it...instead it shall fall to me...The Ace...as it always does to snap you both out of your delusions of a storybook ending to a friendly rivalry that quite frankly nobody, least of all me, even cares about...
*The Ace admires himself for a brief moment in the full length mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door. He winks back at himself before once again addressing the current nCw World Heavyweight Champion...*
I don't care Jack if you don't trust me, I care even less that you don't like me personally, and I care least of all whether you believe in Xavier's cause and would be proud to have him spearhead this company as Champion once again...all I care about is victory this Sunday...see I didn't become a wrestler to earn your trust or your affection Jack, I became a wrestler for moments like this, moments where I could define myself as World Champion, and though politically I am on your side in this war against the Revolutionaries, personally I couldn't give a damn about you or Xavier either Jack...what I do in this business, I do for me, my daughter and my wife, no one else...nCw needs a fully capable Champion now more than ever, and you, even by your own admission Jack, are simply not up to it...luckily for you, I am and I will lead us all to victory as a new beacon of hope once the dust has settled at Crossroads...and I could care less what you or Xavier have to say about that...
*The Ace closes the wardrobe door and walks over to a slumbering Kathy, he bends down over her and awakens her with a gentle but passionate kiss, she mumurs slightly as he breaks it, smiling down at her...*
Kathy: Happy Valentine's Day baby...
With you, every day feels like Valentine's Day sweetie...
*Kathy smiles and pulls him down ontop of her for a more passionate embrace as the scene fades to black...*