Post by The Ace on Jul 3, 2009 7:27:16 GMT -6
*The scene opens in a hotel room that is being funded by nCw resources even though The Ace is not contracted to the company, the fact was the company was actually willing to take responsibility this week. They were sanctioning this match on the pre-show to Picture Perfect, and as such the need for unauthorized promos and chap motel rooms was suspended, not that it mattered, the match still had no rules and The Ace could still be hurt.
~The Ace: I know some people are probably happy that my career may well come to an end this Sunday, hell those same people may even say I brought this all on myself when I refused to play the ball the suits wanted me to play, but those people are idiots and hypocrites. I don't have the luxury of boning the boss' daughter to be a success around here, I don't have friends throwing Coliseum matches for me. All I have is my family and all I want is a little respect Keybo. The World Title is my goal and once I've jumped through all of Diamond's hoops this Sunday and put not one, not two, but three of his little lap dogs down, The Ace will be the top card in the deck once again...~
*Kathy sighed as she relived her husband's interview on The Pulse on the television, she lay in the bed completely naked but the sheets were pulled up to preserve her modesty. After this Sunday, there was a very good chance that they wouldn't be able to afford clothes so Kathy had no desire to change into them. Instead this morning, she wrote a silent prayer to God in the sanctuary of her diary to keep her husband safe this weekend...*
Why does he do this? What relentless confidence drives him to talk up a match and not admit his fear? I know he's afraid of losing his job dear diary, and yet he'll never admit it - not to them. Not to the fans that he no longer plays for, so his bravado now has a new audience. Everything he said to Keybo was for the benefit of not his fans but his opponents. It's not that I doubt my husband, there's a chance he could win, of course there is, the problem is that chance is three times smaller than the chance that he could lose. That frightens me. He wants respect and he deserves it after six years in this business, but is it all worth it? I was there at the hospital on Sunday, I saw him laying there half dead and drifting in and out of consciousness after he nearly killed Corvis and himself. I don't want to go through that again, please God, I don't want to go through that again. Don't let my husband's obsessions to get back to the top destroy him, please God, deliver us from Hell.
*Kathy is crying as she looks up at the television once more. Her sky blue eyes glisten with tears as she recalls her husband's suffering in hospital after Collision, something the camera never saw but a wife could never forget...*
~The Ace:...For the past two weeks, I've tried to stop these guys from thinking they can cash in on what should have been my success and for two weeks they kicked my ass and beat me, albeit unofficially. It was my contract money that Sampson squandered on his bull**** new talent initiative, I just tried to take back what was mine in the first place and that somehow makes me an asshole? Really? Well then I must be an asshole but an asshole who still underestimates them because ultimately they couldn't get the job done. I'm still here, I'm still breathing and I am still The Ace!~
*Kathy wipes away her tears and continues her prayer...*
I thank you Lord for keeping him breathing, but I ask you for how long? I'm not asking you to preserve a wrestler this Sunday, I'm asking you to preserve a husband and a father. If you cannot find it within your infinite wisdom to save Jake's job, then all I ask is that you show him another way, another way to feed our family and to keep the shirts on our backs.
*Her husband's voice once again distracts Kathy from her writing...*
~The Ace:...I shall continue to kick piddly asses for as long as I can. As for the initiative, they're just fly by night rookies on a hot streak right now. As for not having it anymore, I guess at 35, I need to know that answer as much for myself as you do Mark. That question will indeed be answered this Sunday, I'm in no condition to make guarantees but I just hope its an answer that we both would like to hear.~
*Kathy watches the ink leak across the page forming her prayer and suddenly recoils as she likens it to her husband's blood this Sunday etched across the final chapter in his career...*
Oh Lord, hear my prayer, show us you're still there and show us there is still hope.
~The Ace: I don't think I'm better than everyone, I know I am. The Ace is not just a fancy moniker for me to sell T-Shirts with but a way of life, and if I have to go down this Sunday, you can bet your piddly ass I won't go down without one hell of a fight. Then you will all know what I know already and that is even in defeat, I am the better man. Let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet though, you know someone once said 'To be the man you've got to beat the man and I am the man' and the same applies here. Even in my current state, I am still the man, actually I am more than a man, I am The Ace!~
If he must be defeated, show us a way to go on. Show him something beside the only thing he have ever known. Believe in him as I do.
*As if echoing her own sentiment, Kathy hears her own voice come from the television...*
~Kathy:...he will not lose this Sunday because you trained him as an Xremist and as you know Spike, the breed of Xtremists that the two of you are, its always been a death before dishonour, never say die attitude. You two know each other so well and you should know that my husband will not be forced away from this business easily so he has no need to even consider accepting your challenge just yet...~
*She switched off the TV at this point and hoped and prayed that she was right to believe in not only her husband, but also God, both beliefs would be tested soon enough. She closed her diary and looked up at the ceiling...*
Kathy: Amen...
*The scene switches to The Ace stood outside the children's hospital where Brock had been earlier in the week. He turns to face the camera...*
You know Brock, I have never been one to express much interest in these charitable causes and maybe that makes me a bad person, but one thing I am not and one thing I will never be is a hypocrite like you. You chastised me two weeks ago for clocking you from behind and getting you involved in that which did not concern you yet last week you went out of your way to get yourself involved in that which did not concern you and you hit me from behind with a sledgehammer and somehow it's fine. Why? Because turnabout is fair play? Is that it? Or is it that you are blind to your own hypocrisy, like the rest of this damn company? A couple of weeks ago I was being frowned upon by orchestrating fights with no rules and they wouldn't accept responsibility, and now that they're doing the same and because it could mean my downfall, they're more than happy to support these tactics when a suit happens to pull a power trip. Diamond thinks he has trumped Spade by making this match and booking it as the opener for Wired, putting my match before Joe's just to add insult to my injuries. He knows how much it irks me not to be a part of the main show and so he gives three nobodies the chance of a lifetime - the chance to establish themselves at my expense...
*The Ace shakes his head*
Not going to happen boys, because you see Brock, I've always maintained that to beat me my opponents have to fall, they have to betray themselves and their ideals and the children in this hospital, well some of them have died seeing you as a hero and the rest of them will live long enough to see you become the villain that I am. The change has already begun in you Brock, even if you end my career, the spirit that drives me will live on through you. The same spirit that felt the pleasure and satisfaction of giving me a Memory Lapse onto the concrete, the same spirit that fed on the ecstasy of driving a sledgehammer into my skull. I know you felt it, I can still see the hunger in your eyes every time you speak. The insatiable thirst for blood shall turn you into that which you despise most, namely me and then all these people, these kids and even that hot little Danielle, they will all turn on you, just like they did me. You've tasted the freedom of not being constrained by rules or society's expectations of you and now its only a matter of time before you not only bend the rules but break them for your own selfish needs. For a while you'll try and deny the liberties you take as your poison, but eventually you'll realise the addiction for what it is and you will thank me for setting you free...
*The Ace slowly manages a menacing smirk without too much pain as the wind whips his hair...*
I am not a cancer Brock, I am not the living embodiment of that which is killing the kids in oncology wards across the world, you cannot save the business from me Brock, just like you cannot save them. They have accepted their death as an inevitability already, I'm not asking you to accept death, but rather defeat as an inevitability Brock. It will make all of this so much easier, but as I say I'm not a cancer, at least not yet. Cancer has no cure and yet I face three doses of treatment this Sunday, each one hoping to be the magic bullet in our little game of Russian Roulette. If I am anything, it is a benign tumour right now, I have not metastasized and therefore pose no significant threat to any of you or this company without my contract. This is just a precautionary measure whereby nCw want to remove me before I become malignant and cause real trouble, and whilst I admire their tactics, their execution strategy is poor. In the operating theatre this Sunday, they're relying on not three oncologists, but three medical students to do the job and that doesn't bode well for the patient. Ironically then, it may not be the disease but rather the would be saviours that ultimately kill New Championship Wrestling...
*The Ace chuckles, but immediately winces obviously in no condition to deliver promos of his usual flare and yet he refused to believe that he had done this all to himself...*
Now I know this company has new in its name and perhaps for two of you at least you think that gives you the right to surpass a veteran such as myself who has been here for nearly the entire two year stint of this company, but come on. Brock can you really trust Ramone or JackHammer to let you take the credit for ending my career? I know you said you don't care if you win or lose, and I know you're lying. You would love nothing more than to pin me and have the distinction of ending my career forever attached to your name, so would the other two. The problem is of course none of you piddly asses have really thought this through, and whilst you're all fighting amongst yourselves over who should pin me, I'll gain the edge, then it wont matter if Brock lies through his teeth and blows smoke up JackHammer's ass telling him how impressive he is or if Steve Ramone really is fearless. Sure Brock, you have 'beaten' me and shown the world my vulnerability, and being an English gentleman, the least I can do is return the favour this weekend. You ask me what gives me the right to injure you and try to take your money, I don't know, but I'd say it's about the same right as you think you have to end my career and do the same to me...
*The Ace raises an eyebrow as if highlighting the hypocrisy of Chris Brock even further with that statement*
In the hearts and minds of the people, its no secret that they consider you Brock to be the single biggest threat to my career in this match and they're right to do so. I'd be an idiot if I didn't acknowledge the fact that you're the only one who has beaten me going into this match, Steve Ramone I have not faced and JackHammer well he stopped being relevant a long time ago. For us however, this is round two and a chance for you Brock to beat me officially, and not only that but also you have the golden opportunity to end my career, I bet that makes you all tingly inside - a chance to repeat history, but in doing so, you leave yourself open to becoming history...
*The Ace's expression is now coloured by a fierce ruthless determination to survive at any cost, it is evident in his eyes and his tone of voice as he speaks...*
Push me boy, and I'll grant you your wish, push me and I'll make you history, but for now I feel I must take some time to address the others in this match who like you share the ambition but lack the skill necessary to end my career. Ramone, the man I'm probably most similar to in ideology, I too have a fearless streak being a trained Xtremist and like you I have a wife and daughter, but from what I know of you, you lack the dedication it takes in this business and believe me, to end my career you'd have to be pretty damn dedicated to your career and you are not so you are not of major concern to me in this match. In this game of put up or shut up, you have already shut up and I for one applaud you for it...
*The Ace mockingly claps with a small grin etched across his face*
I just wish JackHammer would take that approach, but hey at least he managed to slip out of his accent long enough to cut a half decent promo this time. I spoke earlier of the children in the hospital behind me accepting the inevitability of death, and now it seems the monster has shown us his heart and learned to finally accept that inevitability himself. I couldn't imagine losing Kathy and I shall not dwell on it, regardless of your personal hardships Hammer, you've made it clear that you want to be the one to end my career and I cannot let that pass so don't take it personally when I say I will rip out that heart I now know you to possess for that is just business. Such is the nature of my job and the instinct to survive when forced into a situation where you have a bullseye on your chest and only a twenty five percent chance of survival. Such is the instinct as promoted by the fear that you claim to understand - my fear of the end. You're right though JackHammer, I don't believe in you, I never will and even if by some miracle you are the one to end my career, you'll never make a believer out of me....
*The Ace sighs*
You say you produce results, I say they are only relevant when Jason happens to carry your piddly ass in your less than impressive tandem of Turds of Destruction, but something tells me that soon even that honeymoon will be over as Jason finally wakes up and realises how pathetic you truly are, and if I needed any more incentive to stick around in nCw, it would be to see the dawning of that most glorious day...
*The Ace suddenly turns very melodramatic and does grand sweeping gestures with his arms like a conductor as he speaks obviously mocking JackHammer...*
Oh you who are the maestro, oh you who are the challenger of dreams, oh you who tug at my heartstrings and make me want to hurl whilst I play the flute.
*The Ace mimics playing the flute*
Oh you who are delusional and talking utter bollocks about manipulation, bending and guiding me. how unmelodious the sound of our biggest number will be for you as the only thing you will be guiding me towards is a pinfall victory. I am not your wife Jack, I will not fall under your spell or succumb to your power just because you apparently have the brains and the member of an ass stashed in your slacks. I will fight you, I will not yield and I will take the next step but I promise you that it will not be my last. You confuse physical strength for a mental one, but we both know you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Nobody's talking about you, nobody fears you, in fact the only thing you came close to being accurate about was the fact that you're still a relative unknown around here and being here as long as you have, that's sad. Maybe that's why Diamond gave you this opportunity, for the same reason Jason took you on as his partner - because they felt sorry for you. I don't, and I won't, no matter whether its a gimmick a lust, tea or coffee or whatever other random sh*t you want to spout at me. No matter how deep the motives for ending me burn inside you, I will not be bamboozled into submission by all your talks of ancient guidance and being a leader. Where you wish to lead me, I shall not follow, for I too walk my own path in life and right now I just wish I could walk it without wanting to jab myself in the eye because of your nonsensical words. You are not God, nobody follows you with or without out reason or cause and I do not believe in you. You are not the messiah, you're a very naughty boy...
*The Ace laughs through the pain this time at his own concluding words for this promo, despite the fact that very few people might actually get the reference. The scene fades to black...*
~The Ace: I know some people are probably happy that my career may well come to an end this Sunday, hell those same people may even say I brought this all on myself when I refused to play the ball the suits wanted me to play, but those people are idiots and hypocrites. I don't have the luxury of boning the boss' daughter to be a success around here, I don't have friends throwing Coliseum matches for me. All I have is my family and all I want is a little respect Keybo. The World Title is my goal and once I've jumped through all of Diamond's hoops this Sunday and put not one, not two, but three of his little lap dogs down, The Ace will be the top card in the deck once again...~
*Kathy sighed as she relived her husband's interview on The Pulse on the television, she lay in the bed completely naked but the sheets were pulled up to preserve her modesty. After this Sunday, there was a very good chance that they wouldn't be able to afford clothes so Kathy had no desire to change into them. Instead this morning, she wrote a silent prayer to God in the sanctuary of her diary to keep her husband safe this weekend...*
Why does he do this? What relentless confidence drives him to talk up a match and not admit his fear? I know he's afraid of losing his job dear diary, and yet he'll never admit it - not to them. Not to the fans that he no longer plays for, so his bravado now has a new audience. Everything he said to Keybo was for the benefit of not his fans but his opponents. It's not that I doubt my husband, there's a chance he could win, of course there is, the problem is that chance is three times smaller than the chance that he could lose. That frightens me. He wants respect and he deserves it after six years in this business, but is it all worth it? I was there at the hospital on Sunday, I saw him laying there half dead and drifting in and out of consciousness after he nearly killed Corvis and himself. I don't want to go through that again, please God, I don't want to go through that again. Don't let my husband's obsessions to get back to the top destroy him, please God, deliver us from Hell.
*Kathy is crying as she looks up at the television once more. Her sky blue eyes glisten with tears as she recalls her husband's suffering in hospital after Collision, something the camera never saw but a wife could never forget...*
~The Ace:...For the past two weeks, I've tried to stop these guys from thinking they can cash in on what should have been my success and for two weeks they kicked my ass and beat me, albeit unofficially. It was my contract money that Sampson squandered on his bull**** new talent initiative, I just tried to take back what was mine in the first place and that somehow makes me an asshole? Really? Well then I must be an asshole but an asshole who still underestimates them because ultimately they couldn't get the job done. I'm still here, I'm still breathing and I am still The Ace!~
*Kathy wipes away her tears and continues her prayer...*
I thank you Lord for keeping him breathing, but I ask you for how long? I'm not asking you to preserve a wrestler this Sunday, I'm asking you to preserve a husband and a father. If you cannot find it within your infinite wisdom to save Jake's job, then all I ask is that you show him another way, another way to feed our family and to keep the shirts on our backs.
*Her husband's voice once again distracts Kathy from her writing...*
~The Ace:...I shall continue to kick piddly asses for as long as I can. As for the initiative, they're just fly by night rookies on a hot streak right now. As for not having it anymore, I guess at 35, I need to know that answer as much for myself as you do Mark. That question will indeed be answered this Sunday, I'm in no condition to make guarantees but I just hope its an answer that we both would like to hear.~
*Kathy watches the ink leak across the page forming her prayer and suddenly recoils as she likens it to her husband's blood this Sunday etched across the final chapter in his career...*
Oh Lord, hear my prayer, show us you're still there and show us there is still hope.
~The Ace: I don't think I'm better than everyone, I know I am. The Ace is not just a fancy moniker for me to sell T-Shirts with but a way of life, and if I have to go down this Sunday, you can bet your piddly ass I won't go down without one hell of a fight. Then you will all know what I know already and that is even in defeat, I am the better man. Let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet though, you know someone once said 'To be the man you've got to beat the man and I am the man' and the same applies here. Even in my current state, I am still the man, actually I am more than a man, I am The Ace!~
If he must be defeated, show us a way to go on. Show him something beside the only thing he have ever known. Believe in him as I do.
*As if echoing her own sentiment, Kathy hears her own voice come from the television...*
~Kathy:...he will not lose this Sunday because you trained him as an Xremist and as you know Spike, the breed of Xtremists that the two of you are, its always been a death before dishonour, never say die attitude. You two know each other so well and you should know that my husband will not be forced away from this business easily so he has no need to even consider accepting your challenge just yet...~
*She switched off the TV at this point and hoped and prayed that she was right to believe in not only her husband, but also God, both beliefs would be tested soon enough. She closed her diary and looked up at the ceiling...*
Kathy: Amen...
*The scene switches to The Ace stood outside the children's hospital where Brock had been earlier in the week. He turns to face the camera...*
You know Brock, I have never been one to express much interest in these charitable causes and maybe that makes me a bad person, but one thing I am not and one thing I will never be is a hypocrite like you. You chastised me two weeks ago for clocking you from behind and getting you involved in that which did not concern you yet last week you went out of your way to get yourself involved in that which did not concern you and you hit me from behind with a sledgehammer and somehow it's fine. Why? Because turnabout is fair play? Is that it? Or is it that you are blind to your own hypocrisy, like the rest of this damn company? A couple of weeks ago I was being frowned upon by orchestrating fights with no rules and they wouldn't accept responsibility, and now that they're doing the same and because it could mean my downfall, they're more than happy to support these tactics when a suit happens to pull a power trip. Diamond thinks he has trumped Spade by making this match and booking it as the opener for Wired, putting my match before Joe's just to add insult to my injuries. He knows how much it irks me not to be a part of the main show and so he gives three nobodies the chance of a lifetime - the chance to establish themselves at my expense...
*The Ace shakes his head*
Not going to happen boys, because you see Brock, I've always maintained that to beat me my opponents have to fall, they have to betray themselves and their ideals and the children in this hospital, well some of them have died seeing you as a hero and the rest of them will live long enough to see you become the villain that I am. The change has already begun in you Brock, even if you end my career, the spirit that drives me will live on through you. The same spirit that felt the pleasure and satisfaction of giving me a Memory Lapse onto the concrete, the same spirit that fed on the ecstasy of driving a sledgehammer into my skull. I know you felt it, I can still see the hunger in your eyes every time you speak. The insatiable thirst for blood shall turn you into that which you despise most, namely me and then all these people, these kids and even that hot little Danielle, they will all turn on you, just like they did me. You've tasted the freedom of not being constrained by rules or society's expectations of you and now its only a matter of time before you not only bend the rules but break them for your own selfish needs. For a while you'll try and deny the liberties you take as your poison, but eventually you'll realise the addiction for what it is and you will thank me for setting you free...
*The Ace slowly manages a menacing smirk without too much pain as the wind whips his hair...*
I am not a cancer Brock, I am not the living embodiment of that which is killing the kids in oncology wards across the world, you cannot save the business from me Brock, just like you cannot save them. They have accepted their death as an inevitability already, I'm not asking you to accept death, but rather defeat as an inevitability Brock. It will make all of this so much easier, but as I say I'm not a cancer, at least not yet. Cancer has no cure and yet I face three doses of treatment this Sunday, each one hoping to be the magic bullet in our little game of Russian Roulette. If I am anything, it is a benign tumour right now, I have not metastasized and therefore pose no significant threat to any of you or this company without my contract. This is just a precautionary measure whereby nCw want to remove me before I become malignant and cause real trouble, and whilst I admire their tactics, their execution strategy is poor. In the operating theatre this Sunday, they're relying on not three oncologists, but three medical students to do the job and that doesn't bode well for the patient. Ironically then, it may not be the disease but rather the would be saviours that ultimately kill New Championship Wrestling...
*The Ace chuckles, but immediately winces obviously in no condition to deliver promos of his usual flare and yet he refused to believe that he had done this all to himself...*
Now I know this company has new in its name and perhaps for two of you at least you think that gives you the right to surpass a veteran such as myself who has been here for nearly the entire two year stint of this company, but come on. Brock can you really trust Ramone or JackHammer to let you take the credit for ending my career? I know you said you don't care if you win or lose, and I know you're lying. You would love nothing more than to pin me and have the distinction of ending my career forever attached to your name, so would the other two. The problem is of course none of you piddly asses have really thought this through, and whilst you're all fighting amongst yourselves over who should pin me, I'll gain the edge, then it wont matter if Brock lies through his teeth and blows smoke up JackHammer's ass telling him how impressive he is or if Steve Ramone really is fearless. Sure Brock, you have 'beaten' me and shown the world my vulnerability, and being an English gentleman, the least I can do is return the favour this weekend. You ask me what gives me the right to injure you and try to take your money, I don't know, but I'd say it's about the same right as you think you have to end my career and do the same to me...
*The Ace raises an eyebrow as if highlighting the hypocrisy of Chris Brock even further with that statement*
In the hearts and minds of the people, its no secret that they consider you Brock to be the single biggest threat to my career in this match and they're right to do so. I'd be an idiot if I didn't acknowledge the fact that you're the only one who has beaten me going into this match, Steve Ramone I have not faced and JackHammer well he stopped being relevant a long time ago. For us however, this is round two and a chance for you Brock to beat me officially, and not only that but also you have the golden opportunity to end my career, I bet that makes you all tingly inside - a chance to repeat history, but in doing so, you leave yourself open to becoming history...
*The Ace's expression is now coloured by a fierce ruthless determination to survive at any cost, it is evident in his eyes and his tone of voice as he speaks...*
Push me boy, and I'll grant you your wish, push me and I'll make you history, but for now I feel I must take some time to address the others in this match who like you share the ambition but lack the skill necessary to end my career. Ramone, the man I'm probably most similar to in ideology, I too have a fearless streak being a trained Xtremist and like you I have a wife and daughter, but from what I know of you, you lack the dedication it takes in this business and believe me, to end my career you'd have to be pretty damn dedicated to your career and you are not so you are not of major concern to me in this match. In this game of put up or shut up, you have already shut up and I for one applaud you for it...
*The Ace mockingly claps with a small grin etched across his face*
I just wish JackHammer would take that approach, but hey at least he managed to slip out of his accent long enough to cut a half decent promo this time. I spoke earlier of the children in the hospital behind me accepting the inevitability of death, and now it seems the monster has shown us his heart and learned to finally accept that inevitability himself. I couldn't imagine losing Kathy and I shall not dwell on it, regardless of your personal hardships Hammer, you've made it clear that you want to be the one to end my career and I cannot let that pass so don't take it personally when I say I will rip out that heart I now know you to possess for that is just business. Such is the nature of my job and the instinct to survive when forced into a situation where you have a bullseye on your chest and only a twenty five percent chance of survival. Such is the instinct as promoted by the fear that you claim to understand - my fear of the end. You're right though JackHammer, I don't believe in you, I never will and even if by some miracle you are the one to end my career, you'll never make a believer out of me....
*The Ace sighs*
You say you produce results, I say they are only relevant when Jason happens to carry your piddly ass in your less than impressive tandem of Turds of Destruction, but something tells me that soon even that honeymoon will be over as Jason finally wakes up and realises how pathetic you truly are, and if I needed any more incentive to stick around in nCw, it would be to see the dawning of that most glorious day...
*The Ace suddenly turns very melodramatic and does grand sweeping gestures with his arms like a conductor as he speaks obviously mocking JackHammer...*
Oh you who are the maestro, oh you who are the challenger of dreams, oh you who tug at my heartstrings and make me want to hurl whilst I play the flute.
*The Ace mimics playing the flute*
Oh you who are delusional and talking utter bollocks about manipulation, bending and guiding me. how unmelodious the sound of our biggest number will be for you as the only thing you will be guiding me towards is a pinfall victory. I am not your wife Jack, I will not fall under your spell or succumb to your power just because you apparently have the brains and the member of an ass stashed in your slacks. I will fight you, I will not yield and I will take the next step but I promise you that it will not be my last. You confuse physical strength for a mental one, but we both know you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Nobody's talking about you, nobody fears you, in fact the only thing you came close to being accurate about was the fact that you're still a relative unknown around here and being here as long as you have, that's sad. Maybe that's why Diamond gave you this opportunity, for the same reason Jason took you on as his partner - because they felt sorry for you. I don't, and I won't, no matter whether its a gimmick a lust, tea or coffee or whatever other random sh*t you want to spout at me. No matter how deep the motives for ending me burn inside you, I will not be bamboozled into submission by all your talks of ancient guidance and being a leader. Where you wish to lead me, I shall not follow, for I too walk my own path in life and right now I just wish I could walk it without wanting to jab myself in the eye because of your nonsensical words. You are not God, nobody follows you with or without out reason or cause and I do not believe in you. You are not the messiah, you're a very naughty boy...
*The Ace laughs through the pain this time at his own concluding words for this promo, despite the fact that very few people might actually get the reference. The scene fades to black...*