Post by The Ace on Sept 8, 2009 9:45:30 GMT -6
August 30th, 2009
*The Ace is shown on his cellphone talking to someone on the other end...*
Yeah, Chris, listen I'm not feeling too good, don't book me for next week...
*There's a pause as The Ace listens*
Yeah, well, this wouldn't have happened if you disciplined your Champions a bit better, Jason had no right to even be out there and now I could have a concussion - a steel chair shot to the head is not something you just get over, or have you been out of the game so long you've forgotten?
*Another pause, more listening*
All I'm saying is if you want me to be in any sort of shape to actually give those other five piddly asses a run for their money in that Xtreme Warfare Match you just announced for Battlegrounds, you need to give me next week off...
*The Ace looks suddenly confused*
What do you mean there's only five of us in the match now?
*The Ace suddenly bursts out laughing*
You know Chris, that's probably the smartest thing you've ever done and hey, who am I to complain if you suddenly want to make it easier by pulling Mark Murder out of the match? All I care about right now is your assurance that you give me the week off...
*The Ace smiles*
Somehow, I knew you'd see it my way Chris...
*Without another word, The Ace terminates the call with a sly grin*
Kathy (Off camera): Did he buy it?
Hook, line and sinker...
*The Ace turns to face his wife who is stood in the doorway of their ensuite bathroom, with a hand on her hip and another on the doorframe, she cocks her head slightly as The Ace scans her up and down.
The camera turns to show us that she is wearing a sexy red and white skimpy nurses uniform and stockings, a stethoscope around her neck, clearly The Ace's eyes look as if they may pop out any second, and his jaw is wide open...*
Kathy: Careful or you may just drown in your own drool, honey...
If I do, at least you're appropriately dressed for the occassion...
*Kathy walks over to the bed where her husband sets aside his cellphone as she leans over to kiss him, the pair lock lips fiercely and with a unbridled passion obviously being accelerated by his wife's attire. The Ace pulls her in closer to him as she climbs into the bed, straddling him but hardly breaking their kiss for a moment...*
Kathy: I see you're feeling better...
No, actually I'm still feeling a little hot...
Kathy: Only a little?
*She pulls off his T-Shirt shirt and casts it aside without much thought...*
Kathy: So tell me, how can I help my poor baby get over his possible concussion?
*The Ace doesn't answer, instead he starts to let his hands explore his wife's body as they kiss, The Ace runs his hands down her back slowly and she squirms and giggles a little as his hands gently squeeze her buttocks.
Suddenly The Ace withdraws his hands and Kathy is rather surprised...*
Kathy: What's wrong baby?
*The Ace says nothing and instead shows her what he has in his right hand - two domino tiles that he had just discovered tucked strategically in the back of her red waist belt, one with five dots and the other with two. Kathy looks unashamed...*
Kathy: Lucky number seven?
I knew you cheated at that last game...
*The couple kiss passionately as the scene fades out*
September 8th, 2009
*A week had passed since The Ace had last been seen in action, but it wasn't Jason's chair shot that was to blame, however much he'd like to you to believe that were true. Infact The Ace had used the attack as an excuse to spend the better part of a whole week making love to the most beautiful woman in his world, his wife - Kathleen Conway and he was unashamed.
The Ace didn't wrestle for the fans.
Not that the fickle idiots missed him anyway.
Not anymore.
He deserved this time off.
He deserved to satisfy his own selfish desires.
Just like he deserved to be one of the five men in this Xtreme Warfare Match at Battle Grounds.
Clearly the events of the past week had left the couple in high spirits, for what better way to recover from a screwjob, a loss to an inferior injury prone never was and a chairshot by the most blatent Ace wannabe in the entire company than to be nursed back to health by your devastatingly beautiful wife?
A few days of orgasmic bliss and all of a sudden the world didn't seem so bad.
The Ace noticed the camera as he sat on the bed and realised with a sigh that the fun was over, this week it was time to go back to work. He looked directly into the camera...*
Nice try Jason.
But again you failed to get the job done.
As you so frequently do against me.
Now that I've said that, you'll undoubtedly remind me of that one time in December two years ago when you beat me in an Xtreme Rules Match to earn your first shot at the only belt you ever seem to aspire to, and I, in turn will remind you of just how easily I whooped your piddly ass in that cage match. Then you'll remind me of how my wife interfered and how I still only held onto the World -
Oh no, wait you've done that already in your first promo.
Maybe you'll lie and call my wife a b*tch, or a sl*t and remind me of just how glad you are that I took her away from you...
Wait, you've done that already too, damn.
Do you seriously have anything new or remotely interesting to say to me anymore Jason, or do I really have to repeat myself and tell you once again as I always do that yes, I have only held the World title for five weeks...
But it still is five weeks longer than you ever have or ever will.
It is precisely because of ignorant opposition such as yourself Jason that I have the reputation in this business that I do, the stigma of being a parrot, something that I aim to break away from forever but I can't, not so long as you make the same points over and over so that I am forced to make the same counter points over and over, it's a vicious circle...
That I fear will only break when I break you.
All your three Xtreme Championships have ever proven to me Jason is that you are incapable of excelling in your career, you've been stuck in the starting blocks for two years in this company and all you've ever had to really show for it is that Xtreme Championship. That is your entire legacy, to hold onto that title when so many others have simply used it as a launchpad to go onto greater things. Sure you managed to somehow win the National Title once but after the competition got a little too hot for you up there, you returned to your comfort zone and the only division where you're capable of earning a modicum of respect from your peers and now you're so gosh darn proud of it that you never fail to mention that you have an 84 day record with that belt...
Longest reign, most reigns, we get the point, stop telling us, please...
The thing is Jason, I'm neither impressed nor intimidated by that fact, its frankly becoming quite tiresome and predictable what you're going to say in each of your promos, you still cling to the delusion that a billionaire corporate owner like Leonard Fox is somehow intimidated by the lawsuit you mention every couple of sentences these days and your new badass attitude...
This is America, home of the unnecessary lawsuit.
And another thing, having the attitude, Jason doesn't mean diddly, if you already lack the ability to back it up.
None of this means anything to me Jason, I know that deep down you wish you could be me, to have all that I have, including the lovely Kathy, don't try to deny it, I know you better than that. I mean let's take for example the terms of your renegotiated deal with Leonard, something you learned from watching me in my stance against the new talent initiative a few months back, but the fact is Jason...
You'll never be me.
You'll never be Ace.
You'll always be a Joker.
Nothing more.
*The Ace raises an eybrow as if punctuating his point*
Speaking of being a Joker, James...I told you two weeks ago that you couldn't make an impact, and as usual I was proven right, you simply capitalised on Jason who was himself trying to make a statement and now you expect me just to wave it off as business...
Tell you what, Jim, I'll do just that if you do the same when I put an end to your comeback story this Sunday.
Deal?
See I don't care why Jason attacked me.
All that matters is that he did.
And now somebody has to pay.
So it might as well be you, James.
*The Ace chuckles*
Putting personal vendettas aside for a moment, I'm not going to pull a Cross and ignore my other two opponents in a match of this magnitude, I will simply say this to Xavier, I consider it an insult that you ignored me in your first promo, especially when you consider that I am your single biggest threat going into this match and instead of addressing that you choose to have a little pissing contest with Prophet...
How dare you?
The best thing you can do now Xavier is take a lesson from the history you love to reference.
Wind the clocks back a year.
Your first run here.
I beat you one on one.
A week after I lasted 28 and a half minutes in the first ever Warfare Match.
After I was the first one in.
I have the experience edge over each of you in this match.
I'm sure James remembers, because I teamed with Kaos after he dropped the ball and abandoned the Corporate Empire.
So you see Xavier, I too could talk about the matches I've been in, the Xtreme Matches and the Cage Matches, the Coliseums and the Cells and the Dragon's Dens and how this match is just a variant of that common theme, but your ignorance wouldn't allow you to listen would it, X?
No, you'd rather talk about how you're not Superman.
Been there, done that...
And how you're a monster now.
Seen them, destroyed them...
Do you realise how absurd your position is?
Leaving your wife to further your career?
Wow....just wow...
And I thought I was selfish...
I could never do that...
I guess that's what makes us so different...
I thought at least you would throw in my face that you've beaten Adam Knite one on one.
And I haven't.
In your position, I would have.
I guess that's what makes us so different.
But I grow weary of trying to teach just another product of the new talent initiative the error of his ways, so I must instead address the final piece of our puzzle and move from obsessor to obsession.
Dark Prophet.
I'm so glad you've moved on from poetry to actually being able to string sententences together.
Obviously the beating I gave you last time we met in the ring helped.
You realise that I am the most accomplished man in this match.
You now have a little respect for me.
It's about time somebody did.
Unfortunately, it's not enough, as I told Lance a few weeks ago, it's too little, too late.
A little too late for each and every one of you in this match.
*At this point, a virtually glowing Kathy wearing a red dress walks into shot from the ensuite bathroom, she sits down next to her husband, the widest grin plastered across her face. The Ace is rather confused...*
Kathy: Hey, honey, are you almost done?
Your timing is impeccable my dear, why?
*Kathy cannot hide the sheer delight in her face or the twinkle in her eye as she looks at her husband...*
Kathy: Oh, that's funny, because I thought I was a little late...
Late? Late for what?
Kathy: You know you're so adorable when you're so utterly clueless...
Erm, gee...thanks?
*Kathy takes her husband's hand in both of her own and looks him straight in the eye, dead seriously. It was then that The Ace knew she had something serious on her mind...*
Kathy: You love me, don't you?
Do you even need to ask?
Kathy: No, but you do, don't you?
Of course I do, Kat, you know that....
Kathy: And you'd never leave me, right?
What's brought this on?
Kathy: Indulge me, please I need to hear it...
Alright, no of course I would never leave you, you and Solitaire are my world...
Kathy: Well, in that case you're world just got a little bit bigger...
What do you mean?
*Kathy can hardly contain her emotion and is welling up*
Kathy: Jake, I'm....I'm...pregnant...you're going to be a daddy all over again....
*The Ace suddenly lost focus of this Sunday, the Xtreme Warfare Match, the four men he would beat into oblivion.
None of them mattered.
Nothing else mattered.
Victory.
Defeat.
Titles.
All became meaningless in that instance.
*The Ace suddenly and with a breathless passion scooped up his wife in a breathtaking embrace and the tears of joy danced down both their faces hand in hand with the fire of a new life being forged between them as they smiled at each other...*
Solitaire's going to have a baby brother or sister?
*She giggled at her husband's disbelief*
Kathy: Yes...
And I'm going to be a daddy again?
*She laughed again*
Kathy: Yes...
I love you Kat...
Kathy: I love you too Jake...
*The white horse of Conquest had once again conquered the hardest battle of all, the battle to bring new life into the world, and now going into Battlegrounds, win or lose, nothing could dampen his spirits or destroy his resolve to come back as a winner for his growing family.
Jake and Kathleen Conway were locked once again in their passionate and emotional embrace as the camera faded away...*
