Post by The Ace on Sept 11, 2009 6:45:15 GMT -6
*The scene opens with Kathy watching Sexy Jason's latest promo sat next to her husband on the bed in their hotel room, nothing could dampen their spirits, not even Jason trying to piss on their parade in this waste of airtime and their time that he called a promo, the couple have their arms around each other and Kathy rests her head on his shoulder as they laugh together...*
Can you believe this guy? He says his body is like a thousand times better than mine?
Kathy: I know, I know, but all kids say that, they latch onto a number they like and think of as big then repeat it any chance they get in any statement they make regardless of whether it is true or false...
I see, so you're saying Jason's mentality is equivalent to that of a four year old who says 'gazillion' when he means alot?
Kathy: Exactly, for him a thousand probably seems alot because he hasn't learned to count that far yet...
I suppose that makes sense, I mean he's barely managed to count to three at this point, I'm guessing each successive Xtreme title reign helps with that and also the way he says things like EWWWW to express his disgust either mean he's a blonde bimbo with the IQ of a lemon, or he's just a child mixed up in a man's game at this point, and since he's not blonde, I'm going with child...
Kathy: You're probably right honey, I mean he's just jealous of what we have, it's so obvious, he does wish he still had me, I can see it in his eyes, some part of him keeps eating away reminding him that in another place and another time, this child could have been his...
Oh I don't doubt that for a second sweetie, but the fact is he had his chance with you, he failed...
Just like he always does.
Just like he will again this Sunday.
It really is becoming a nasty habit of his, in fact I'm inclined to say that up until this Xtreme Warfare Match, Jason has had no real competition to worry about in any of his reigns, in fact the entire division has been somewhat lacklustre to what it used to be when I was Champion, so on the face of it who better to rebirth the entire division than the Champion who took the belt of mediocrity and turned Xtreme into more of a statement than a gimmick? See what Jason needs to understand is simple,, the days of the pretty boy Champion are over, that belt deserves the violence it represents and who better than a man who would happily split open your simple little coconut with a sledgehammer just to make a point, to rejuvenate a division that has lost all credidibility in recent months?
There is no one better.
Not James Franklin Karn.
Not Dark Prophet.
Not Xavier Cross.
And most definitely not you, Sexy Jason.
You've had not one, not two, but three chances to make that belt actually mean something, but its obvious to me now that you have your head in the clouds and often are too wrapped up in your personal affairs with JackHammer or more recently Leonard Fox to really care about what you're supposed to represent...
The Xtreme Champion should be the most brutal, vicious and dangerous man in this entire company.
From where I sit, there's only one man who fits that description.
And right now you're looking at him.
See Jason, I was once like you. A womanizer who thought he had the world at his fingertips and any woman he wanted at his beckoned call on account of his rather impressive trouser furniture, for the early years of my career I shared that delusion. Then there came a point in my career where the most remarkable thing happened...
I grew up.
Something you so desperately need to do Jason if you are to salvage what little is left of your pathetic career.
To me, you'll always be a diet Ace for that reason, regardless of what you have to say on the matter. I said before you were predictable and you have been, you had nothing new to say to me...
You told me that I'd be gasping for air.
Just like you do every opponent.
What is your obsession with asphyxiation anyway?
You promised to take me out and to leave me lifeless.
You threaten me with another chair shot as you force my wife to watch you destroy me.
All things any man grasping at straws and attempting to be a badass promises.
All things any man so desperate to prove he is more than he appears promises.
The problem with promises is that just like bones they're so easily broken.
And you've promised me each of these things each and every time we've faced off.
So I expect it and quite frankly it is getting old.
Speaking of getting old, I guess the same could be said for the 'legacies' - and I use that term lightly - of JFK and Prophet, both men who should have retired years ago but just cannot give up the limelight and are so injury prone that quite frankly its embarrassing. The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that this Xtreme Warfare Match is probably not the best place for two guys who are so likely to blow out a knee or break a hip. Of course Prophet is probably begging for such an eventuality so that he has an excuse to once again abuse prescription medication as he no doubt did did when he was apparently 'crippled' and 'would never wrestle again'...
If only I could believe that to be true.
*The Ace sighs as he gets up to switch tapes, having done so he returns to the bed, where Kathy now rests her head on his lap as he strokes her hair and continues after a smile and a quick kiss...*
But I suppose I should be thankful that despite it all, at least the two of them have the good sense to realise that they're already defeated and as such have decuded to keep their words at a minimum unlike Jason or even this man...
*The Ace gestures to the TV where we see this footage dated September 5th, 2008 in the bottom right corner of the screen...*
~Xavier Cross: “Ace of Spades… a card is so easily destroyed….”
Xavier rips the card in half, then holds the two pieces with his index and thumb. His opposite hand pulls a lighter out of his pocket, and ignites the torn card into flames. Dropping it, looking down at the burning mess, then back up, directly into the camera...~
*The camera turns back to The Ace*
Now, you'd be forgiven for thinking that this is Xavier's latest promo, just like you'd be forgiven for thinking you were watching another delusional Adam Knite promo when Jason called himself the King of anything, but no that was a Jason promo and this is an Xavier Cross promo, but from a year ago...
*The Ace gestures back to the TV where we now see the following footage, dated September 10th, 2009...*
~Before Xavier closes the file, he looks at the ace of spades putting it in his mouth biting down, he runs his hand sideways against the folder, knocking it off sending it scattered. Pulling the card out of his mouth he holds it up, as his free hand reaches in his pocket pulling out a lighter. Watching the card catch fire he lays the flaming card in his hand, smiling at the camera. He shakes the flame out of his hand, a bit of charred skin laid where he had burnt it, but he reaches out pulling another file flipping it open, a picture of Sexy Jason smiling back at him....~
A year later and you see nothing has changed, it is obvious that Xavier has not learned a damn thing from our previous encounter and is still using the same theatrics in a feeble attempt to intimidate me...
It didn't work the first time.
So why should this time be any different?
Honestly, if I had a nickel for everytime somebody tried to tell me they were a monster and tried to prove their point by setting my signature card alight...well then quite frankly, I'd be a gazillionaire, believe me.
*The Ace smiles, referencing his earlier observation about Jason*
The point is after over six years in this business, you people still don't get it - that card isn't the Ace you should concern yourself with...
I am The Ace you should concern yourself with.
Anything else is frankly quite insulting.
*The Ace sighs and shakes his head*
I guess asking you people not to be so damn predictable is like asking the rest of America not to be so ignorant, you can't help it, so now both you and Jason have promised me that if Kathy was at ringside she'd watch me get dominated, decimated and destroyed. Now I appreciate alliteration as much as the next guy but frankly it's going to take a lot more than any of you piddly asses realise to stop me walking out of Xtreme Warfare having throughly embarassed each and every last one of you, the title is just a bonus. So Xavier, keep doing your best Amber Ashe impression because if you push me, the only job you'll be good for in this industry is announcing our statistics and hometowns just like you did in that last promo of yours...
*The Ace laughs*
You want me to unleash the animal inside.
I can oblige.
You say you've learned your lesson about underestimating me.
But you clearly haven't learned the greatest lesson of all.
Be careful what you ask for.
Or you just might regret it.
And so far as underestimating you.
I can't help it.
It seems that if your name is Xavier and you just so happen to work in nCw.
Despite all your best efforts.
That's all you'll ever be good for.
*The Ace laughs and mockingly waves goodbye to the camera which promptly fades to black, the black synonomous with spades and with the heart of the most dangerous man in nCw - The Ace...*
Can you believe this guy? He says his body is like a thousand times better than mine?
Kathy: I know, I know, but all kids say that, they latch onto a number they like and think of as big then repeat it any chance they get in any statement they make regardless of whether it is true or false...
I see, so you're saying Jason's mentality is equivalent to that of a four year old who says 'gazillion' when he means alot?
Kathy: Exactly, for him a thousand probably seems alot because he hasn't learned to count that far yet...
I suppose that makes sense, I mean he's barely managed to count to three at this point, I'm guessing each successive Xtreme title reign helps with that and also the way he says things like EWWWW to express his disgust either mean he's a blonde bimbo with the IQ of a lemon, or he's just a child mixed up in a man's game at this point, and since he's not blonde, I'm going with child...
Kathy: You're probably right honey, I mean he's just jealous of what we have, it's so obvious, he does wish he still had me, I can see it in his eyes, some part of him keeps eating away reminding him that in another place and another time, this child could have been his...
Oh I don't doubt that for a second sweetie, but the fact is he had his chance with you, he failed...
Just like he always does.
Just like he will again this Sunday.
It really is becoming a nasty habit of his, in fact I'm inclined to say that up until this Xtreme Warfare Match, Jason has had no real competition to worry about in any of his reigns, in fact the entire division has been somewhat lacklustre to what it used to be when I was Champion, so on the face of it who better to rebirth the entire division than the Champion who took the belt of mediocrity and turned Xtreme into more of a statement than a gimmick? See what Jason needs to understand is simple,, the days of the pretty boy Champion are over, that belt deserves the violence it represents and who better than a man who would happily split open your simple little coconut with a sledgehammer just to make a point, to rejuvenate a division that has lost all credidibility in recent months?
There is no one better.
Not James Franklin Karn.
Not Dark Prophet.
Not Xavier Cross.
And most definitely not you, Sexy Jason.
You've had not one, not two, but three chances to make that belt actually mean something, but its obvious to me now that you have your head in the clouds and often are too wrapped up in your personal affairs with JackHammer or more recently Leonard Fox to really care about what you're supposed to represent...
The Xtreme Champion should be the most brutal, vicious and dangerous man in this entire company.
From where I sit, there's only one man who fits that description.
And right now you're looking at him.
See Jason, I was once like you. A womanizer who thought he had the world at his fingertips and any woman he wanted at his beckoned call on account of his rather impressive trouser furniture, for the early years of my career I shared that delusion. Then there came a point in my career where the most remarkable thing happened...
I grew up.
Something you so desperately need to do Jason if you are to salvage what little is left of your pathetic career.
To me, you'll always be a diet Ace for that reason, regardless of what you have to say on the matter. I said before you were predictable and you have been, you had nothing new to say to me...
You told me that I'd be gasping for air.
Just like you do every opponent.
What is your obsession with asphyxiation anyway?
You promised to take me out and to leave me lifeless.
You threaten me with another chair shot as you force my wife to watch you destroy me.
All things any man grasping at straws and attempting to be a badass promises.
All things any man so desperate to prove he is more than he appears promises.
The problem with promises is that just like bones they're so easily broken.
And you've promised me each of these things each and every time we've faced off.
So I expect it and quite frankly it is getting old.
Speaking of getting old, I guess the same could be said for the 'legacies' - and I use that term lightly - of JFK and Prophet, both men who should have retired years ago but just cannot give up the limelight and are so injury prone that quite frankly its embarrassing. The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that this Xtreme Warfare Match is probably not the best place for two guys who are so likely to blow out a knee or break a hip. Of course Prophet is probably begging for such an eventuality so that he has an excuse to once again abuse prescription medication as he no doubt did did when he was apparently 'crippled' and 'would never wrestle again'...
If only I could believe that to be true.
*The Ace sighs as he gets up to switch tapes, having done so he returns to the bed, where Kathy now rests her head on his lap as he strokes her hair and continues after a smile and a quick kiss...*
But I suppose I should be thankful that despite it all, at least the two of them have the good sense to realise that they're already defeated and as such have decuded to keep their words at a minimum unlike Jason or even this man...
*The Ace gestures to the TV where we see this footage dated September 5th, 2008 in the bottom right corner of the screen...*
~Xavier Cross: “Ace of Spades… a card is so easily destroyed….”
Xavier rips the card in half, then holds the two pieces with his index and thumb. His opposite hand pulls a lighter out of his pocket, and ignites the torn card into flames. Dropping it, looking down at the burning mess, then back up, directly into the camera...~
*The camera turns back to The Ace*
Now, you'd be forgiven for thinking that this is Xavier's latest promo, just like you'd be forgiven for thinking you were watching another delusional Adam Knite promo when Jason called himself the King of anything, but no that was a Jason promo and this is an Xavier Cross promo, but from a year ago...
*The Ace gestures back to the TV where we now see the following footage, dated September 10th, 2009...*
~Before Xavier closes the file, he looks at the ace of spades putting it in his mouth biting down, he runs his hand sideways against the folder, knocking it off sending it scattered. Pulling the card out of his mouth he holds it up, as his free hand reaches in his pocket pulling out a lighter. Watching the card catch fire he lays the flaming card in his hand, smiling at the camera. He shakes the flame out of his hand, a bit of charred skin laid where he had burnt it, but he reaches out pulling another file flipping it open, a picture of Sexy Jason smiling back at him....~
A year later and you see nothing has changed, it is obvious that Xavier has not learned a damn thing from our previous encounter and is still using the same theatrics in a feeble attempt to intimidate me...
It didn't work the first time.
So why should this time be any different?
Honestly, if I had a nickel for everytime somebody tried to tell me they were a monster and tried to prove their point by setting my signature card alight...well then quite frankly, I'd be a gazillionaire, believe me.
*The Ace smiles, referencing his earlier observation about Jason*
The point is after over six years in this business, you people still don't get it - that card isn't the Ace you should concern yourself with...
I am The Ace you should concern yourself with.
Anything else is frankly quite insulting.
*The Ace sighs and shakes his head*
I guess asking you people not to be so damn predictable is like asking the rest of America not to be so ignorant, you can't help it, so now both you and Jason have promised me that if Kathy was at ringside she'd watch me get dominated, decimated and destroyed. Now I appreciate alliteration as much as the next guy but frankly it's going to take a lot more than any of you piddly asses realise to stop me walking out of Xtreme Warfare having throughly embarassed each and every last one of you, the title is just a bonus. So Xavier, keep doing your best Amber Ashe impression because if you push me, the only job you'll be good for in this industry is announcing our statistics and hometowns just like you did in that last promo of yours...
*The Ace laughs*
You want me to unleash the animal inside.
I can oblige.
You say you've learned your lesson about underestimating me.
But you clearly haven't learned the greatest lesson of all.
Be careful what you ask for.
Or you just might regret it.
And so far as underestimating you.
I can't help it.
It seems that if your name is Xavier and you just so happen to work in nCw.
Despite all your best efforts.
That's all you'll ever be good for.
*The Ace laughs and mockingly waves goodbye to the camera which promptly fades to black, the black synonomous with spades and with the heart of the most dangerous man in nCw - The Ace...*
