Post by The Ace on Sept 18, 2009 8:29:59 GMT -6
*The scene opens in The Ace's hotel room, it was Friday morning, and his face was still condiderably swollen and his left eye almost bruised completely shut as he sat up in the bed watching Burns' first promo of the week with a casual disinterest...*
Ah, all the old familiar places...
*The Ace said to no one in particular as Kathy was still asleep beside him, so with a disappointed sigh he decided to address the camera and therefore his opponent directly...*
I must admit those nCw production guys must be slacking off, I mean I know that everything has slowed down in this current economic climate, but damn the guys who packaged his promo together didn't need to wait five days to show us all the aftermath of his match with Angel at the beginning. Surely, they could have been slightly quicker about it, especially since the events in question are from Sunday night leading into Monday morning...
*The Ace raises a skeptical eyebrow*
But even if we leave aside the timing of airing of this frankly late ejaculation by Burns - a late spurt, that frankly I'd come to expect from men like Xavier Williams, Ricky Johnson and Joe Everyman - I wasn't in the least bit interested in what Phil eventually said anyway.
Phil, I asked you a very simple question in my last promo.
What are you going to do now Angel - the man who made you relevant again is gone from nCw?
And you answer that question it seems, by pulling a Cross on me and showcasing your romantic troubles for all the world, I mean sure it worked for Cross right, why shouldn't it work for Burns?
And to think, people call ME a plagarist for having unoriginal ideas.
Now I fully expect in your second last minute reply to this, for you to try and save face by suggesting that it is original because in line with your newfound sense of independence, you kicked her out...
You may even suggest that your personal affairs have no bearing on this match.
And you'd be right.
I just wouldn't give a damn.
Because I learned to be a heel at the Sexy Jason promo school.
And apparently this is how all the real b*stards get cheap heat.
*The Ace starts to chuckle, but it hurts as he does so. He winces and stops...*
Ahem. Sorry, got a little sidetracked there. Let's leave aside your personal affairs aswell then, that means you're doing well, because I've systematically destroyed the credibility of the first two thirds of your promo as having no relevance to me or this match. So what about the remaining third?
You know the third where you crush some wannabe's wrestling dream to reaffirm your own independence.
And only make passing references to me.
Frankly, I'm insulted that so many people think they can overlook me these days.
Especially you Burns, given our track record.
I have beaten you with partners.
I have beaten you without partners.
So what really is the difference this time around?
Granted, taking Angel out is mildly impressive.
But even complete idiots are prone to luck sometimes.
And you've already been lucky against me those few times you've beaten me.
How lucky do you feel now Burns?
It must be alot, but eventually even you know that it's going to run out.
Nothing lasts forever.
No matter how firmly you believe you'll be the one putting my success story to sleep.
Many men have tried.
Many more have failed.
What makes you so damn different?
This isn't a dead horse rivalry, Phillip.
No, this is more like a mild annoyance that pops up from time to time for The Blonde Stallion.
Like any other burning sensation.
It can be dealt with fairly swiftly.
As I recall, my wife uses a special cream on her catflap for a similar pronlem.
Apparently it works a treat.
However, I prefer a more direct approach.
My approach is all about timing.
Opportunity.
And a sledgehammer.
Apparently you have a sense of neither.
So tonight, I will make you a victim of all three.
Then our cycle will be back on track and no longer in Suspense.
See you in a few hours, Phil.
*The scene fades to black as The Ace grins...*
Ah, all the old familiar places...
*The Ace said to no one in particular as Kathy was still asleep beside him, so with a disappointed sigh he decided to address the camera and therefore his opponent directly...*
I must admit those nCw production guys must be slacking off, I mean I know that everything has slowed down in this current economic climate, but damn the guys who packaged his promo together didn't need to wait five days to show us all the aftermath of his match with Angel at the beginning. Surely, they could have been slightly quicker about it, especially since the events in question are from Sunday night leading into Monday morning...
*The Ace raises a skeptical eyebrow*
But even if we leave aside the timing of airing of this frankly late ejaculation by Burns - a late spurt, that frankly I'd come to expect from men like Xavier Williams, Ricky Johnson and Joe Everyman - I wasn't in the least bit interested in what Phil eventually said anyway.
Phil, I asked you a very simple question in my last promo.
What are you going to do now Angel - the man who made you relevant again is gone from nCw?
And you answer that question it seems, by pulling a Cross on me and showcasing your romantic troubles for all the world, I mean sure it worked for Cross right, why shouldn't it work for Burns?
And to think, people call ME a plagarist for having unoriginal ideas.
Now I fully expect in your second last minute reply to this, for you to try and save face by suggesting that it is original because in line with your newfound sense of independence, you kicked her out...
You may even suggest that your personal affairs have no bearing on this match.
And you'd be right.
I just wouldn't give a damn.
Because I learned to be a heel at the Sexy Jason promo school.
And apparently this is how all the real b*stards get cheap heat.
*The Ace starts to chuckle, but it hurts as he does so. He winces and stops...*
Ahem. Sorry, got a little sidetracked there. Let's leave aside your personal affairs aswell then, that means you're doing well, because I've systematically destroyed the credibility of the first two thirds of your promo as having no relevance to me or this match. So what about the remaining third?
You know the third where you crush some wannabe's wrestling dream to reaffirm your own independence.
And only make passing references to me.
Frankly, I'm insulted that so many people think they can overlook me these days.
Especially you Burns, given our track record.
I have beaten you with partners.
I have beaten you without partners.
So what really is the difference this time around?
Granted, taking Angel out is mildly impressive.
But even complete idiots are prone to luck sometimes.
And you've already been lucky against me those few times you've beaten me.
How lucky do you feel now Burns?
It must be alot, but eventually even you know that it's going to run out.
Nothing lasts forever.
No matter how firmly you believe you'll be the one putting my success story to sleep.
Many men have tried.
Many more have failed.
What makes you so damn different?
This isn't a dead horse rivalry, Phillip.
No, this is more like a mild annoyance that pops up from time to time for The Blonde Stallion.
Like any other burning sensation.
It can be dealt with fairly swiftly.
As I recall, my wife uses a special cream on her catflap for a similar pronlem.
Apparently it works a treat.
However, I prefer a more direct approach.
My approach is all about timing.
Opportunity.
And a sledgehammer.
Apparently you have a sense of neither.
So tonight, I will make you a victim of all three.
Then our cycle will be back on track and no longer in Suspense.
See you in a few hours, Phil.
*The scene fades to black as The Ace grins...*