Post by The Ace on May 30, 2009 6:22:32 GMT -6
*The scene opens with some footage dated 'April 5th, 2009'...*
~{All that remains Days Without begins blaring as the fans begin booking nCw's Gladiator. Knite walks out smiling when suddenly Ace comes running out from behind Knite and clocks him in the back of the head with his rake! Adam falls forward and ace picks him up and runs him to the ring and shoves him inside.}
Kelly Fox: What the hell!? Ace can't do that!?
Willly Carter: looks like Ace did not like Adam's practical joke with his belt last week.
Kelly Fox: This is ridiculous!
{inside the ring the bell sounds as Knite holds the back of his head and pushes himself back to his feet. Knite turns and throws a punch at MGK but he is wildly off the mark. MGK steps the side and comes forward with a super kick! MGK covers 1....2...3!}
Willy Carter: MGK wins! He just defeated Adam Knite!
Kelly Fox: Thanks to freaking Ace! I got fired... yet dad allows this to go on!? What a crock.
Willy Carter: You are on bitter little girl.
Kelly Fox: OF COURSE I AM!~
*The footage ends in static as The Ace's voice begins talking over it*
Kelly wasn't the only one bitter that night. Spurred on by my previous two losses to him and the prospect of a third which as you know was eventually realised, I clocked the challenger for MY title in the head with my rake in the hopes of getting some measurable advantage over him or at least to embarrass him by costing him the match. In retrospect, I don't think either of those things happened the way I thought they would. Three weeks later Adam took everything away from me for the third time in my career and again he did so without missing a beat.
On the face of it then, it seems that I never got what I wanted that night. Or did I? For a while I thought my only motivation for attacking Adam was to prove to him that I still could, but the more I dwelled on it, the more it festered in my mind, flirting with the dormant darkness of the pleasure I get from inflicting pain, the more I realised that I did it to prove to myself that I still could. That the darkness that once defined me was still there, behind the veil of this people's idiot. You never thanked me for that night MGK, you took advantage of my generousity and happily took away the perks of victory after a deal with the Devil in disguise.
Oh yes MGK, I am the Devil you know and the Devil you don't, and unlike your poor old brother James, I don't mean it as a catchy slogan to sell t-shirts but actually in a very real and undeniable sense. Never accept a card at face value, my friend. See, you made a deal with the Face of Satan that night MGK and now we come to the payoff that I will collect this Sunday. Perhaps it will be your career or copious amounts of blood, or the more cliche several pounds of flesh or your dwindling soul. because sometimes the old cliches are the best. There will be no negotiation on the price you will pay, just a debt which must be collected.
*There is some considerable laughter at this point*
Whatever I accept as payment from you MGK, you can bet your piddly ass that it will not be too your liking. Everything in this world has a price MGK and perhaps a rebirth is the highest priced commodity of them all. Birth by its very nature claims innocence, virginity and purity. The act from which it is derived is pleasurable yes, but all pleasure is essentually rooted in pain. The tearing of the hymen so often is painful to the one who births, or indeed rebirths. So often it draws vaginal blood, and this Sunday MGK consider that blood to be yours. You are the hymen that must be torn and blooded, ripped and allowed to shrink away for the conception of my rebirth.
Yes I still respect you MGK, but only as much as I wwould any whore which must carry my seed to gestation. One you are on your back, I need not respect you anymore. I need only to get the job done, and the term between conception and rebirth will be determined soley by how long this match goes. I could make it quick and easy for you, but if you struggle and resist the inevitability of it all then this all becomes an ugly rape of your humanity rather than a simple taking of your virginity for my rebirth. You have been chosen as the vessel for the first real immaculate conception since Jesus, not by me but by the Archangel Diamond.
Some people out there might consider my words to be blasphemous, but what was surely good enough for the Son of God is good enough for the Face of Satan. You people have crucified me and sent me to Hell and I chose not to forgive any of you because you all know what you did. All of you probably think of me as a little paranoid to be cutting my third promo of the week when MGK has yet to even say a word to me about this match, but I will not allow him any opportunity to blindside me at the eleventh hour with his babblings like Ricky Johnson used to do. MGK will be well and truly f*cked this Sunday, not because The Ace wants him to be, but because this carnal sin is necessary for his rebirth...
*The static gives way to a prominent image that ends the promo without another sound...*
~{All that remains Days Without begins blaring as the fans begin booking nCw's Gladiator. Knite walks out smiling when suddenly Ace comes running out from behind Knite and clocks him in the back of the head with his rake! Adam falls forward and ace picks him up and runs him to the ring and shoves him inside.}
Kelly Fox: What the hell!? Ace can't do that!?
Willly Carter: looks like Ace did not like Adam's practical joke with his belt last week.
Kelly Fox: This is ridiculous!
{inside the ring the bell sounds as Knite holds the back of his head and pushes himself back to his feet. Knite turns and throws a punch at MGK but he is wildly off the mark. MGK steps the side and comes forward with a super kick! MGK covers 1....2...3!}
Willy Carter: MGK wins! He just defeated Adam Knite!
Kelly Fox: Thanks to freaking Ace! I got fired... yet dad allows this to go on!? What a crock.
Willy Carter: You are on bitter little girl.
Kelly Fox: OF COURSE I AM!~
*The footage ends in static as The Ace's voice begins talking over it*
Kelly wasn't the only one bitter that night. Spurred on by my previous two losses to him and the prospect of a third which as you know was eventually realised, I clocked the challenger for MY title in the head with my rake in the hopes of getting some measurable advantage over him or at least to embarrass him by costing him the match. In retrospect, I don't think either of those things happened the way I thought they would. Three weeks later Adam took everything away from me for the third time in my career and again he did so without missing a beat.
On the face of it then, it seems that I never got what I wanted that night. Or did I? For a while I thought my only motivation for attacking Adam was to prove to him that I still could, but the more I dwelled on it, the more it festered in my mind, flirting with the dormant darkness of the pleasure I get from inflicting pain, the more I realised that I did it to prove to myself that I still could. That the darkness that once defined me was still there, behind the veil of this people's idiot. You never thanked me for that night MGK, you took advantage of my generousity and happily took away the perks of victory after a deal with the Devil in disguise.
Oh yes MGK, I am the Devil you know and the Devil you don't, and unlike your poor old brother James, I don't mean it as a catchy slogan to sell t-shirts but actually in a very real and undeniable sense. Never accept a card at face value, my friend. See, you made a deal with the Face of Satan that night MGK and now we come to the payoff that I will collect this Sunday. Perhaps it will be your career or copious amounts of blood, or the more cliche several pounds of flesh or your dwindling soul. because sometimes the old cliches are the best. There will be no negotiation on the price you will pay, just a debt which must be collected.
*There is some considerable laughter at this point*
Whatever I accept as payment from you MGK, you can bet your piddly ass that it will not be too your liking. Everything in this world has a price MGK and perhaps a rebirth is the highest priced commodity of them all. Birth by its very nature claims innocence, virginity and purity. The act from which it is derived is pleasurable yes, but all pleasure is essentually rooted in pain. The tearing of the hymen so often is painful to the one who births, or indeed rebirths. So often it draws vaginal blood, and this Sunday MGK consider that blood to be yours. You are the hymen that must be torn and blooded, ripped and allowed to shrink away for the conception of my rebirth.
Yes I still respect you MGK, but only as much as I wwould any whore which must carry my seed to gestation. One you are on your back, I need not respect you anymore. I need only to get the job done, and the term between conception and rebirth will be determined soley by how long this match goes. I could make it quick and easy for you, but if you struggle and resist the inevitability of it all then this all becomes an ugly rape of your humanity rather than a simple taking of your virginity for my rebirth. You have been chosen as the vessel for the first real immaculate conception since Jesus, not by me but by the Archangel Diamond.
Some people out there might consider my words to be blasphemous, but what was surely good enough for the Son of God is good enough for the Face of Satan. You people have crucified me and sent me to Hell and I chose not to forgive any of you because you all know what you did. All of you probably think of me as a little paranoid to be cutting my third promo of the week when MGK has yet to even say a word to me about this match, but I will not allow him any opportunity to blindside me at the eleventh hour with his babblings like Ricky Johnson used to do. MGK will be well and truly f*cked this Sunday, not because The Ace wants him to be, but because this carnal sin is necessary for his rebirth...
*The static gives way to a prominent image that ends the promo without another sound...*