Post by The Ace on Feb 7, 2010 14:42:25 GMT -5
*The scene opens as the chorus of 'God Save The Queen' by Motorhead plays. with a flapping Union Jack on screen, then The Empire logo fades into the centre of it as a male voiceover speaks...*
Voiceover: The following announcement is intended to illustrate the principles of true honour, class and nobility and is brought to you by The New and Improved Empire...
*The scene opens on a simple wooden hat and coat stand in the corner of the room, a bowler hat is thrown into view as it hangs off of it, the camera pans around to show The Ace still in his finely tailored suit, arm in arm with the stunning young beauty from the earlier Empire press conference...the two seem in high spirits, and the young reporter seems at ease, until The Ace looks over to a monitor and sees Jack Manson's promo ending...this clearly disturbs him, as he didn't want to cut a promo right now, but to ignore Manson would be a crime against Queen and country...*
Sorry honey...looks like I have a job to do first, this wont take five minutes, I promise...
Reporter: Don't keep me waiting too long...
Go freshen up...
*The reporter turns around to leave, and is promptly smacked on the ass by The Ace, she squeals in delight as The Ace flashes a smile for the camera...he shuts the door behind her, and grabs the remote to rewind the promo...*
NWS promos make much more sense this way around, don't you think? I mean they're all backward, gibberish talking idiots really...
*He stops and watches from the beginning...he pauses it*
A few bumps and bruises...nothing too serious? That really is wishful thinking on your part isn't it Manson? I mean that's something you say if you trip up and graze a knee, not if you lose a hardcore cage match and your title against the God of Xtreme, however, if you want your fans to believe that truly is the case, then I shall tell them the same thing I told the reporter this morning...that's something we could fix very easily...
*The Ace smirks as he imagines Manson screaming in pain as The Ace 'fixes' his 'not too serious' injuries with his signature sledgehammer...he pushes play and watches for a short while before pausing again...*
Yes, it would have been great for you NWS piddly asses if you had managed to retain that belt, but in the end, you need to realise that that's all NWS is - a bunch of would have been greats, now its all about The Empire, we have surpassed you so much already and at Collision we will continue to do so...and then just like you had no choice but to congratulate Spike, you will have no choice but to congratulate me, whether you want to or not...
*The Ace smiles as he settles onto a couch*
What kind of self-respecting competitor says he isn't too bothered about losing the title? Are you trying to put a brave face on it for all your pathetic little fans or are you finally coming to terms with the fact that as long as The Empire has the belt, you wont even get close to it...that's right Manson, this Sunday, your execution will be a Warning to all your little followers, whilst The Empire rules the roost, you guys will get No Shots at anything...
*The Ace laughs, amused by how apt that stable name suddenly seemed to him...*
If Spike showed you what you need to improve on, I will show you that you need to not improve, but quit whilst your ahead...and if last Sunday you were brought back down to Earth, then this Sunday I will bring you down to Hell, where you will behold the Face Of Satan...keep thinking failure makes you stronger, that's just something true losers are brought up to believe so they never feel bad, and I will keep hammering you down, and if you insist on popping back up, our little game of the proverbial Whack-A-Mole will continue, I will just keep racking up the points until I have enough to win the ultimate prize...
*The Ace laughs as he presses play once more, he pauses shortly afterward*
You're damn right Jack, we are power...we are disruption...we are The Empire...and you cannot be prepared to combat our plans when you don't know what they are, no matter how good you guys think you are, and you're damn right we started the fire, we have lit it under the piddly asses of nCw, we took thee chicken feed that Ortega and Ryan started, and turned it into a full blown banquet...and at Collision, we shall feast on the dead meat we shall serve up to these fans...because nothing is ever small when you roll with The Empire...
*The Ace lowers his gaze for a moment, before raising an eyebrow and smirking...*
You may think you're the better man, and if you are the better, I am the best...and at Collision you will see that I can and will back up everything I'm saying right now...
*The Ace pushes play and takes a long yawn before pushing pause again*
You may think that you showed us all how extreme and hardcore you can be, but the reality is you just showed us all how spectacularly you can choke, andfyou may have taught Spike a lesson in pain, but its one thing to teach a lesson, its quite another to be taken back to school...and at Collision, you will hear the bell ring as you realise the recess is over...and last week you may have known what it is to be hurt, but this week you will know what it is to be in agony...you will know what it is to be out wrestled and you will know my name...because not only is your fate sealed this time...but your destiny...
*The Ace smirks*
Jack, I don't know why you think you should be talking about how the ball rolls, because from where I'm sitting you dropped it and the Empire just rolled over you...and we're going to keep rolling...and we're going to keep being unjust and unfair...and whilst you're preoccupied by thoughts of taking out Christian, having him in your crosshairs and in your sights, you will fail to see the revolver that has been pushed up against your temple the whole time...and that when the trigger is pulled, you were unfortunate enough to pick the loaded chamber in our game of Russian Roulette...
*The Ace laughs*
Rebellion and getting rid of the deadwood is precisely what we specialise in, as you well know, and you can keep the futile hope alive that Burns will return, but I'm telling you right now that his career is over and he will never ever be the same again, thanks to me...because like so much that is typical of your group and all you have admitted, he lost focus, and he paid for it, tell me what good is trust and loyalty when we end up putting you all in the same intensive care unit just so you can say hello to your fellow Burnt Out?
*The Ace laughs as he pushes play, after a short while he stops the tape again...*
Talentless drone? Hardly, I don't know what matches you've been watching lately but they certainly weren't mine...because if you had been watching mine you'd realise that I'm far from talentless and what I do inside that ring is take people to their limits, just ask the other boob in your pair of tits if that wasn't the case when he faced me at Mind Games, yes he barely squirmed away with the win, but Manson, don't think for one second that lightning will strike Jack twice...
*The Ace grins*
By your admission now The Empire is full of Messiahs and Gods whilst NWS is just a bunch of mere mortal men, wandering cattle that refuse to fall in line, that will change soon enough...because its one thing to be considered The Joker, it's quite another to be considered The Joke, see Manson Jokers are wild, Jokes are just pathetic, something to groan at because more often than not the punchline isn't good enough to have the impact you thought it would, which is just Jack Manson all over isn't it? And when its all said and done, you will realise that not only do I think I'm going to be top of the business...I know it...
*The Ace rubs his eyes, obviously being put to sleep by this promo, wearily he pushes play and somehow, mercifully it ends soon enough...*
Even the luckless are granted the occassional break in life, and such was the case with Luckless Jack last Sunday at Mind Games, so I wouldn't actually call that fluke win a demonstration of 'some real competition', you want real competition Manson, don't look in your own group, look toward The Empire...look toward The Ace...and you will see that I have it in spades, and unlike luck, real competition never runs dry, and next time Reckless Jack will become Luckless Jack once more...
*The Ace grins*
Joker of the pack? How quaint and how unoriginal a concept but then what else can you expect from a bunch of guys who call themselves No Warning Shots, you see even if I am The Joker as you so claim, its obvious to me that even if you donned the proverbial cape and cowl, you still wouldn't be enough of a Batman to take me out...besides the arch enemies of the so called heroes are always so much cooler anyway, but Jack, you want to be a hero, every hero needs a mask and at Collision I will be only too happy to help you don your proverbial crimson mask...
*The Ace's expression becomes noticably more serious and sadistic with this statement*
See Jack, the only thing I will play at Collision is not so much the arrogant countryman but a sweet little number on your battered and broken body, see I could care less about what you or the fans think of me, the reformed Empire will reform this company, we will reform this industry and we will change everything for generations to come...so NWS can keep coming up with the jokes, but in the end The Empire will deliver the punchlines...and Jack, I have every right to brand you as a fluke because you my friend are nothing but a wandering cattle refusing to follow the herd and begging to be branded, because we are your shepards, and we will keep the nCw flock in line...and still the biggest fluke of all will not be my career but yours...
*The Ace laughs*
See if I were you Jack, I'd worry less about s*** leaking from my pores and more about stopping the blood flowing from yours...because yes I am a bastard...and yes I guess the size of my endowment does make me ****y, but I am far from typical, and all your so called facts, truths and observations are unproven and will be shown to be the falsehoods that they are, because I have heard all you've said and at Collision, the only thing left out in the open will be the barely breathing body of Jack Manson...and the only thing left to sink will be his career, because Jack, it is not I who am indulging in my own ignorance, but you, they say ignorance is bliss and right now you seem very content in a state of blissful ignorance...but if you yourself want to yawn in your own promo, its no wonder I can't stay awake watching it...
*The Ace sighs before yawning and stretching his arms*
I'm glad your so eager to train Jack, something tells me you're going to need all the training you can get, hell why not eat your vitamins and say your prayers to boot, not that it will help much...because Jack in order to take out the trash, you have to lift it to dump it and with the state of those ribs as they are you know as well as I do that you're in no shape to be lifting or dumping anything anytime soon...how ironic that the man who talks so much about putting people in crosshairs is unaware of those painted upon himself...
*The Ace laughs*
But for right now, I feel compelled to take a nap so if you camera folk don't mind...
*The Ace rests his head back and closes his eyes, a few minutes pass before the female reporter returns from the shower, wrapped up in a white towel and her red hair dripping wet, she is disappointed to find The Ace sound asleep and just slups on the couch beside him...the flapping Union Jack, with the Empire logo in the middle returns, as the chorus of 'God Save the Queen' plays once again...*
Voiceover: The preceeding announcement was brought to you by The New and Improved Empire...
*The image stays on screen, as the chorus begins to fade...*
Voiceover: The following announcement is intended to illustrate the principles of true honour, class and nobility and is brought to you by The New and Improved Empire...
*The scene opens on a simple wooden hat and coat stand in the corner of the room, a bowler hat is thrown into view as it hangs off of it, the camera pans around to show The Ace still in his finely tailored suit, arm in arm with the stunning young beauty from the earlier Empire press conference...the two seem in high spirits, and the young reporter seems at ease, until The Ace looks over to a monitor and sees Jack Manson's promo ending...this clearly disturbs him, as he didn't want to cut a promo right now, but to ignore Manson would be a crime against Queen and country...*
Sorry honey...looks like I have a job to do first, this wont take five minutes, I promise...
Reporter: Don't keep me waiting too long...
Go freshen up...
*The reporter turns around to leave, and is promptly smacked on the ass by The Ace, she squeals in delight as The Ace flashes a smile for the camera...he shuts the door behind her, and grabs the remote to rewind the promo...*
NWS promos make much more sense this way around, don't you think? I mean they're all backward, gibberish talking idiots really...
*He stops and watches from the beginning...he pauses it*
A few bumps and bruises...nothing too serious? That really is wishful thinking on your part isn't it Manson? I mean that's something you say if you trip up and graze a knee, not if you lose a hardcore cage match and your title against the God of Xtreme, however, if you want your fans to believe that truly is the case, then I shall tell them the same thing I told the reporter this morning...that's something we could fix very easily...
*The Ace smirks as he imagines Manson screaming in pain as The Ace 'fixes' his 'not too serious' injuries with his signature sledgehammer...he pushes play and watches for a short while before pausing again...*
Yes, it would have been great for you NWS piddly asses if you had managed to retain that belt, but in the end, you need to realise that that's all NWS is - a bunch of would have been greats, now its all about The Empire, we have surpassed you so much already and at Collision we will continue to do so...and then just like you had no choice but to congratulate Spike, you will have no choice but to congratulate me, whether you want to or not...
*The Ace smiles as he settles onto a couch*
What kind of self-respecting competitor says he isn't too bothered about losing the title? Are you trying to put a brave face on it for all your pathetic little fans or are you finally coming to terms with the fact that as long as The Empire has the belt, you wont even get close to it...that's right Manson, this Sunday, your execution will be a Warning to all your little followers, whilst The Empire rules the roost, you guys will get No Shots at anything...
*The Ace laughs, amused by how apt that stable name suddenly seemed to him...*
If Spike showed you what you need to improve on, I will show you that you need to not improve, but quit whilst your ahead...and if last Sunday you were brought back down to Earth, then this Sunday I will bring you down to Hell, where you will behold the Face Of Satan...keep thinking failure makes you stronger, that's just something true losers are brought up to believe so they never feel bad, and I will keep hammering you down, and if you insist on popping back up, our little game of the proverbial Whack-A-Mole will continue, I will just keep racking up the points until I have enough to win the ultimate prize...
*The Ace laughs as he presses play once more, he pauses shortly afterward*
You're damn right Jack, we are power...we are disruption...we are The Empire...and you cannot be prepared to combat our plans when you don't know what they are, no matter how good you guys think you are, and you're damn right we started the fire, we have lit it under the piddly asses of nCw, we took thee chicken feed that Ortega and Ryan started, and turned it into a full blown banquet...and at Collision, we shall feast on the dead meat we shall serve up to these fans...because nothing is ever small when you roll with The Empire...
*The Ace lowers his gaze for a moment, before raising an eyebrow and smirking...*
You may think you're the better man, and if you are the better, I am the best...and at Collision you will see that I can and will back up everything I'm saying right now...
*The Ace pushes play and takes a long yawn before pushing pause again*
You may think that you showed us all how extreme and hardcore you can be, but the reality is you just showed us all how spectacularly you can choke, andfyou may have taught Spike a lesson in pain, but its one thing to teach a lesson, its quite another to be taken back to school...and at Collision, you will hear the bell ring as you realise the recess is over...and last week you may have known what it is to be hurt, but this week you will know what it is to be in agony...you will know what it is to be out wrestled and you will know my name...because not only is your fate sealed this time...but your destiny...
*The Ace smirks*
Jack, I don't know why you think you should be talking about how the ball rolls, because from where I'm sitting you dropped it and the Empire just rolled over you...and we're going to keep rolling...and we're going to keep being unjust and unfair...and whilst you're preoccupied by thoughts of taking out Christian, having him in your crosshairs and in your sights, you will fail to see the revolver that has been pushed up against your temple the whole time...and that when the trigger is pulled, you were unfortunate enough to pick the loaded chamber in our game of Russian Roulette...
*The Ace laughs*
Rebellion and getting rid of the deadwood is precisely what we specialise in, as you well know, and you can keep the futile hope alive that Burns will return, but I'm telling you right now that his career is over and he will never ever be the same again, thanks to me...because like so much that is typical of your group and all you have admitted, he lost focus, and he paid for it, tell me what good is trust and loyalty when we end up putting you all in the same intensive care unit just so you can say hello to your fellow Burnt Out?
*The Ace laughs as he pushes play, after a short while he stops the tape again...*
Talentless drone? Hardly, I don't know what matches you've been watching lately but they certainly weren't mine...because if you had been watching mine you'd realise that I'm far from talentless and what I do inside that ring is take people to their limits, just ask the other boob in your pair of tits if that wasn't the case when he faced me at Mind Games, yes he barely squirmed away with the win, but Manson, don't think for one second that lightning will strike Jack twice...
*The Ace grins*
By your admission now The Empire is full of Messiahs and Gods whilst NWS is just a bunch of mere mortal men, wandering cattle that refuse to fall in line, that will change soon enough...because its one thing to be considered The Joker, it's quite another to be considered The Joke, see Manson Jokers are wild, Jokes are just pathetic, something to groan at because more often than not the punchline isn't good enough to have the impact you thought it would, which is just Jack Manson all over isn't it? And when its all said and done, you will realise that not only do I think I'm going to be top of the business...I know it...
*The Ace rubs his eyes, obviously being put to sleep by this promo, wearily he pushes play and somehow, mercifully it ends soon enough...*
Even the luckless are granted the occassional break in life, and such was the case with Luckless Jack last Sunday at Mind Games, so I wouldn't actually call that fluke win a demonstration of 'some real competition', you want real competition Manson, don't look in your own group, look toward The Empire...look toward The Ace...and you will see that I have it in spades, and unlike luck, real competition never runs dry, and next time Reckless Jack will become Luckless Jack once more...
*The Ace grins*
Joker of the pack? How quaint and how unoriginal a concept but then what else can you expect from a bunch of guys who call themselves No Warning Shots, you see even if I am The Joker as you so claim, its obvious to me that even if you donned the proverbial cape and cowl, you still wouldn't be enough of a Batman to take me out...besides the arch enemies of the so called heroes are always so much cooler anyway, but Jack, you want to be a hero, every hero needs a mask and at Collision I will be only too happy to help you don your proverbial crimson mask...
*The Ace's expression becomes noticably more serious and sadistic with this statement*
See Jack, the only thing I will play at Collision is not so much the arrogant countryman but a sweet little number on your battered and broken body, see I could care less about what you or the fans think of me, the reformed Empire will reform this company, we will reform this industry and we will change everything for generations to come...so NWS can keep coming up with the jokes, but in the end The Empire will deliver the punchlines...and Jack, I have every right to brand you as a fluke because you my friend are nothing but a wandering cattle refusing to follow the herd and begging to be branded, because we are your shepards, and we will keep the nCw flock in line...and still the biggest fluke of all will not be my career but yours...
*The Ace laughs*
See if I were you Jack, I'd worry less about s*** leaking from my pores and more about stopping the blood flowing from yours...because yes I am a bastard...and yes I guess the size of my endowment does make me ****y, but I am far from typical, and all your so called facts, truths and observations are unproven and will be shown to be the falsehoods that they are, because I have heard all you've said and at Collision, the only thing left out in the open will be the barely breathing body of Jack Manson...and the only thing left to sink will be his career, because Jack, it is not I who am indulging in my own ignorance, but you, they say ignorance is bliss and right now you seem very content in a state of blissful ignorance...but if you yourself want to yawn in your own promo, its no wonder I can't stay awake watching it...
*The Ace sighs before yawning and stretching his arms*
I'm glad your so eager to train Jack, something tells me you're going to need all the training you can get, hell why not eat your vitamins and say your prayers to boot, not that it will help much...because Jack in order to take out the trash, you have to lift it to dump it and with the state of those ribs as they are you know as well as I do that you're in no shape to be lifting or dumping anything anytime soon...how ironic that the man who talks so much about putting people in crosshairs is unaware of those painted upon himself...
*The Ace laughs*
But for right now, I feel compelled to take a nap so if you camera folk don't mind...
*The Ace rests his head back and closes his eyes, a few minutes pass before the female reporter returns from the shower, wrapped up in a white towel and her red hair dripping wet, she is disappointed to find The Ace sound asleep and just slups on the couch beside him...the flapping Union Jack, with the Empire logo in the middle returns, as the chorus of 'God Save the Queen' plays once again...*
Voiceover: The preceeding announcement was brought to you by The New and Improved Empire...
*The image stays on screen, as the chorus begins to fade...*