Post by The Ace on Feb 7, 2010 14:56:17 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 switches to The Ace sitting in The Empire locker-room alone...*
So this is my big chance to prove that I can not only go toe to toe with the nCw World Heavyweight Champion, Lance Ryan, and it seems fate and irony have a sense of humour in uniting the opposing forces of God and Satan to combat No Warning Shots...No Warning Shots, I'm guessing Lance knows all about them since his brother got shot...
*The Ace laughs, with a slightly maniacal edge, knowing how vunerable and pathetic Lance had become since Collision...*
Yes, I have given the laughter of irony a voice, and together we are very much amused by the fact that at Collision, Lance Ryan will also be shot in our game of Russian Roulette, of course your death will be figurative and not literal but still there is some poetry in knowing that at least two members of the Ryan family met their end when they were shot down from their prime, Lance, at the prime of his career, and Sam at the prime of his life...you would think though that by now members of the Ryan family should be used to being shot, I mean while the men get shot at, the women get shot in...but the result is still the same, both are still dropped to their asses and taken to Heaven...or so I gather from what Spike has told me...
*The Ace grins*
It's funny how things work out, Spike and I spent many years hating and criticising each other about how the other behaved, I was always criticising him for his violent tendencies and he was always criticising me about sleeping with other women, and yet here we are, I am the sick sadistic son of a bitch and he is the one sleeping with women and yearning for a son he never got to know...and what's even more amazing is that this role reversal has brought us closer, as partners for this Sunday, and friends in The Empire...
*The Ace smirks*
See Lance, I know you're emotionally broken, I know you've been whining, crying and frustrating yourself these last few days, and this week at Collision, you will continue to be so, after we take you down, and show you why The Empire is that much closer to decorating itself back in gold...or more specifically why The Ace and Spike are gunning to remove your crown...and believe me Ryan, that pun right there was as intentional and deliberate as our victory will be this Sunday...
*The Ace laughs*
But as much as it amuses me to deliver shattering blows to your broken soul, I'm afraid I must talk about screwing your other half, no not Cassandra since Spike has already screwed her, but Phillip Burns, a man who I put out, though not quite as well as your wife put out it seems...
*The Ace laughs, clearly enjoying himself now*
I'm sorry, you just make it so easy, just like your wife apparently...I bet you think I'm a right fatherless smurf for pushing you like this, speaking of pushing fatherless smurfs, isn't that what Cassandra should be doing right about now...you know its ironic that your brother told you to come quick, because from what I've heard, Cassandra didn't need to be told that, it just happened...
*The Ace smirks*
It's funny isn't it that the man who leads No Warning Shots actually receives them so well, I mean your brother obviously didn't get a warning shot, neither did you last week when Spike made his announcement, and I say neither did Cassandra nine months ago when Spike showed her his gun only to have it caught up in her crosshairs...
*The Ace grins*
Now you may say Phillip Burns gave us no warning shots when he returned and caught us off guard last week, but a Burn Notice is nothing but just that - a pathetic man like Burns trying desperately to get noticed...its also ironic that he's now calling himself SOS, quite apt when you consider that his entire career since facing me has been a cry for help...I know it doesn't stand for Save Our Souls in this instance, but it might aswell do, especially after Collision when that's the only cry you two will be able to muster, and you better hope somebody responds to save your souls because your bodies and your careers will be beyond saving, then I suppose so are your souls really since it is the job of God and Satan to collect them...and collect them we shall...
*The Ace laughs*
You see it is obvious to me that all Burns has left now is talk, telling anybody who will listen about his drink problems and how he overcame them to return to a career that is still as pathetic as it ever was...I felt sorry for those kids, having to sit through your dribble, on the plus side though you should be thankful that you got that public speaking engagement, because what I started at the end of September I will finish at the beginning of November, and then public speaking is the only thing you'll be capable of doing, because I will not feel sorry for you on Sunday...
*The Ace smirks*
Phil, one may not be able to learn without life experiences, but its also quite obvious that you can't learn at all, even with life experiences, since you want to step in the ring with me again...I mean keep trying to tell yourself that this time will be different, but I promise you that is as futile as Lance trying to tell himself that the rumours are true and that it is all a mind game by Spike, see he has left Lance mentally broken, I have left you physically broken, so all that remains for this Sunday is to finish the job and clear up the mess...
*The Ace laughs*
I'm glad you feel you are qualified to be a motivational speaker to guide, or misguide as the case may be, the youth of today, because I've already proved once that you are certainly not qualified to be in the same ring with me, and at Collision I shall do so again...you see how can you expect to help other people learn from your mistakes when its quite obvious that you can't even help yourself by learning from them?
*The Ace raises an eyebrow*
For instance, people knew you were injured, what they didn't know was how badly, and people also know that you have a return match this Sunday, what they don't know yet is that you wont win...and in that little speech of yours you told them that it will take two planes and a rental car to get you to the arena, but what you didn't tell them is to get you back from the arena this Sunday it will take two teams of EMTS and a stretcher...and then you will realise that the fraction of your life that appears on television will be the only fraction of your life that you have left after Collision...and believe me that will be one story you wont be so eager to tell...
*The Ace laughs*
Don't worry about us, The Empire always brings its A game, and in the end your partner wont be the only one surrounded by negative energy or stressed out, because you and Lance may think of yourselves as great performers, but Spike and I know we are even greater wrestlers...not least because we realise that two hours in the gym is nowhere near good enough to beat us, regardless if the match lasts twenty minutes or not...
*The Ace smiles*
Its quite obvious you like to talk Phil, and you like to be infront of the camera for photos, well after Collision, you will be photographed continuously as the media documents the severity of your injuries and uses them to put you in every newspaper and magazine out there, just like you're so used to...I'm glad you realise that your career will indeed be cut short and you will be left in a poor physical state even if you did the smart thing and quit...passion will only get you so far, and I'm not surprised that you still have The Burning - sensation of pain, something tells me that you always will...
*The Ace laughs*
I'm also not surprised that you don't want to get out of bed sometimes, but ddon't worry, after Collision, you may have no other choice but to stay in bed - a hospital bed - a place where you will not be able to lie to the impressionable youth anymore about never wanting to give up, because I know that before and after you faced me that is exactly what you wanted to do, and Sunday you will want to do so yet again...
*The Ace smirks*
I know that the passion was gone then, no matter how real it was or is to you, and as much as you'd like me to believe that it's back, I know it isn't because as my old man always says, you can never con a Conway...and I know as well as you apparently do that you are not ready for the big time, you can't handle it, just like you can't handle me, only this time alcohol wont even help you cope, infact nothing short of a respirator will hope you cope with what I will put you through this Sunday...and just like you weren't responsible, I wont be responsible - for the trouble you find yourself in at Collision...
*The Ace laughs*
Burns, you didn't lose control or allow yourself to be injured, you never had control and the injury was inevitable...both you and Lance it seems are no strangers to letting down the people who count on you most, I'm sure Sam was counting on his brother to protect him, but just like always, you two failed in your resposibilities and let everyone down...just like you will let NWS down this Sunday...and then, just like you did in that hospital bed and Lance did at the cemetary, you two will have plenty of time to reflect on where your life is headed - and as far as I can tell, its headed straight down the toilet...
*The Ace laughs*
Phil, you want to talk about elements, boy that takes me back to my Force of Nature days, those days when I was almost as delusional as you are now and believed I had power over all the elements, be they physical or spiritual, and even power over Mother Nature herself...you say, for you pride and confidence are elemental, and that is the one difference between us that will guarantee my victory this Sunday, because whilst those things may be elemental blocks of your life story, they are fundamental to who I am...I am The Ace and for good reason, and this Sunday you will travel down yet another hall in your mansion of memories, a hall almost as harrowing as the one you walked down the time you watched your mother die - the Hall of FameAcer...
*The Ace laughs*
A child of the elements indeed, but since you are so eager to embrace them, Spike and I will bury you into the earth, whilst you look skyward aand realise that your star has been eclipsed...and the only magnificent light yoyu will be burning in...is the light of The Empire's brillance...but given your speech, I can see why you consider yourself the son of the most impressive flaming ball of gas in our Universe, because you are so obviously full of so much hot gas its actually believable that you could be the burning by-product of the sun...and a by-product of this industry is all you'll ever be, when I make you regret your decision to come back to nCw...because just like you feel you don't deserve forgiveness, I will show you that you don't deserve to be in the same ring with me, that you are no better than that pointless rookie I beat last week...
*The Ace laughs, clearly savouring the memory of a lifeless Sexy Jason from last week...*
Those kids need not ever worry about how boring you are or how much of their time you take up ever again, because after Sunday, the pressure you felt will be relieved, and then you will have no choice but to take a step back and reassess your entire career yet again...because I will not simply hope to beat...I will beat...I will beat you...
*The Ace laughs*
You see you may have impressed The News and those kids, but not me, and if I were you I'd worry less about getting through to people and more about getting through Spike and I...staying strong in the face of adversity may be the way to go, but it certainly isn't the same as staying strong in the Face Of Satan or the God of Xtreme, so go train if you think it'll help, take your vitamins, just don't bother saying your prayers because God isn't listening and Satan just doesn't care...
*The Ace laughs, suddenly the door opens and in walks Spike, Christian, John Anthony, Jason Armelli and Kelly Fox...*
Spike: Happy Birthday dude!
Christian: Yeah, we know its a bit late, but we couldn't find you, happy birthday, how are you...old man?
*Everybody laughs*
John: Being born on Halloween, that's pretty cool...happy birthday man...
Jason: Yeah, it also explains why he wears that mask, oh I'm sorry, it's your face...haha...happy birthday...haha...
*Jason steps forward and gives The Ace a cuban cigar, which The Ace accepts with a nod of his head as his eyes are drawn to Kelly...*
Kelly: Happy birthday Ace...
Youi can call me Jake...
Kelly: Jake...
*Kelly smiles, a little awkwardly, she knew what he had done to his last girlfriend, but damn it, he was still a damn fine looking man...Spike interrupts the moment by sitting down beside The Ace...*
Spike: Come on, let's party!
*Christian walks over to a CD player and pops in a Motorhead CD, knowing that they were The Ace's favourite band, though deep down Christian didn't feel much like celebrating, he was just putting on a brave face for his friend, as John and James get the beers in...'Snake Bite Love' starts to play as The Ace turns to Spike...*
Funny, because I have a gift for you...something to help you get even with Lance for disrespecting your son, and remind everybody just who in the hell you are, you're not this moping smurfpoopchute, you're the God of Xtreme...
*The Ace leans over and picks up a sledgehammer with its head wrapped in barb wire, sadistically smirking as he passes it over to Spike who suddenly seems mesmerised by it...*
Lucky number 7.0...
*Both men grin sadistically, the other members of The Empire seem oblivious to the exchange between the two men as they contine to drink, dance and party around them, all except Christian who has withdrawn himself to a corner of the room...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 switches to The Ace sitting in The Empire locker-room alone...*
So this is my big chance to prove that I can not only go toe to toe with the nCw World Heavyweight Champion, Lance Ryan, and it seems fate and irony have a sense of humour in uniting the opposing forces of God and Satan to combat No Warning Shots...No Warning Shots, I'm guessing Lance knows all about them since his brother got shot...
*The Ace laughs, with a slightly maniacal edge, knowing how vunerable and pathetic Lance had become since Collision...*
Yes, I have given the laughter of irony a voice, and together we are very much amused by the fact that at Collision, Lance Ryan will also be shot in our game of Russian Roulette, of course your death will be figurative and not literal but still there is some poetry in knowing that at least two members of the Ryan family met their end when they were shot down from their prime, Lance, at the prime of his career, and Sam at the prime of his life...you would think though that by now members of the Ryan family should be used to being shot, I mean while the men get shot at, the women get shot in...but the result is still the same, both are still dropped to their asses and taken to Heaven...or so I gather from what Spike has told me...
*The Ace grins*
It's funny how things work out, Spike and I spent many years hating and criticising each other about how the other behaved, I was always criticising him for his violent tendencies and he was always criticising me about sleeping with other women, and yet here we are, I am the sick sadistic son of a bitch and he is the one sleeping with women and yearning for a son he never got to know...and what's even more amazing is that this role reversal has brought us closer, as partners for this Sunday, and friends in The Empire...
*The Ace smirks*
See Lance, I know you're emotionally broken, I know you've been whining, crying and frustrating yourself these last few days, and this week at Collision, you will continue to be so, after we take you down, and show you why The Empire is that much closer to decorating itself back in gold...or more specifically why The Ace and Spike are gunning to remove your crown...and believe me Ryan, that pun right there was as intentional and deliberate as our victory will be this Sunday...
*The Ace laughs*
But as much as it amuses me to deliver shattering blows to your broken soul, I'm afraid I must talk about screwing your other half, no not Cassandra since Spike has already screwed her, but Phillip Burns, a man who I put out, though not quite as well as your wife put out it seems...
*The Ace laughs, clearly enjoying himself now*
I'm sorry, you just make it so easy, just like your wife apparently...I bet you think I'm a right fatherless smurf for pushing you like this, speaking of pushing fatherless smurfs, isn't that what Cassandra should be doing right about now...you know its ironic that your brother told you to come quick, because from what I've heard, Cassandra didn't need to be told that, it just happened...
*The Ace smirks*
It's funny isn't it that the man who leads No Warning Shots actually receives them so well, I mean your brother obviously didn't get a warning shot, neither did you last week when Spike made his announcement, and I say neither did Cassandra nine months ago when Spike showed her his gun only to have it caught up in her crosshairs...
*The Ace grins*
Now you may say Phillip Burns gave us no warning shots when he returned and caught us off guard last week, but a Burn Notice is nothing but just that - a pathetic man like Burns trying desperately to get noticed...its also ironic that he's now calling himself SOS, quite apt when you consider that his entire career since facing me has been a cry for help...I know it doesn't stand for Save Our Souls in this instance, but it might aswell do, especially after Collision when that's the only cry you two will be able to muster, and you better hope somebody responds to save your souls because your bodies and your careers will be beyond saving, then I suppose so are your souls really since it is the job of God and Satan to collect them...and collect them we shall...
*The Ace laughs*
You see it is obvious to me that all Burns has left now is talk, telling anybody who will listen about his drink problems and how he overcame them to return to a career that is still as pathetic as it ever was...I felt sorry for those kids, having to sit through your dribble, on the plus side though you should be thankful that you got that public speaking engagement, because what I started at the end of September I will finish at the beginning of November, and then public speaking is the only thing you'll be capable of doing, because I will not feel sorry for you on Sunday...
*The Ace smirks*
Phil, one may not be able to learn without life experiences, but its also quite obvious that you can't learn at all, even with life experiences, since you want to step in the ring with me again...I mean keep trying to tell yourself that this time will be different, but I promise you that is as futile as Lance trying to tell himself that the rumours are true and that it is all a mind game by Spike, see he has left Lance mentally broken, I have left you physically broken, so all that remains for this Sunday is to finish the job and clear up the mess...
*The Ace laughs*
I'm glad you feel you are qualified to be a motivational speaker to guide, or misguide as the case may be, the youth of today, because I've already proved once that you are certainly not qualified to be in the same ring with me, and at Collision I shall do so again...you see how can you expect to help other people learn from your mistakes when its quite obvious that you can't even help yourself by learning from them?
*The Ace raises an eyebrow*
For instance, people knew you were injured, what they didn't know was how badly, and people also know that you have a return match this Sunday, what they don't know yet is that you wont win...and in that little speech of yours you told them that it will take two planes and a rental car to get you to the arena, but what you didn't tell them is to get you back from the arena this Sunday it will take two teams of EMTS and a stretcher...and then you will realise that the fraction of your life that appears on television will be the only fraction of your life that you have left after Collision...and believe me that will be one story you wont be so eager to tell...
*The Ace laughs*
Don't worry about us, The Empire always brings its A game, and in the end your partner wont be the only one surrounded by negative energy or stressed out, because you and Lance may think of yourselves as great performers, but Spike and I know we are even greater wrestlers...not least because we realise that two hours in the gym is nowhere near good enough to beat us, regardless if the match lasts twenty minutes or not...
*The Ace smiles*
Its quite obvious you like to talk Phil, and you like to be infront of the camera for photos, well after Collision, you will be photographed continuously as the media documents the severity of your injuries and uses them to put you in every newspaper and magazine out there, just like you're so used to...I'm glad you realise that your career will indeed be cut short and you will be left in a poor physical state even if you did the smart thing and quit...passion will only get you so far, and I'm not surprised that you still have The Burning - sensation of pain, something tells me that you always will...
*The Ace laughs*
I'm also not surprised that you don't want to get out of bed sometimes, but ddon't worry, after Collision, you may have no other choice but to stay in bed - a hospital bed - a place where you will not be able to lie to the impressionable youth anymore about never wanting to give up, because I know that before and after you faced me that is exactly what you wanted to do, and Sunday you will want to do so yet again...
*The Ace smirks*
I know that the passion was gone then, no matter how real it was or is to you, and as much as you'd like me to believe that it's back, I know it isn't because as my old man always says, you can never con a Conway...and I know as well as you apparently do that you are not ready for the big time, you can't handle it, just like you can't handle me, only this time alcohol wont even help you cope, infact nothing short of a respirator will hope you cope with what I will put you through this Sunday...and just like you weren't responsible, I wont be responsible - for the trouble you find yourself in at Collision...
*The Ace laughs*
Burns, you didn't lose control or allow yourself to be injured, you never had control and the injury was inevitable...both you and Lance it seems are no strangers to letting down the people who count on you most, I'm sure Sam was counting on his brother to protect him, but just like always, you two failed in your resposibilities and let everyone down...just like you will let NWS down this Sunday...and then, just like you did in that hospital bed and Lance did at the cemetary, you two will have plenty of time to reflect on where your life is headed - and as far as I can tell, its headed straight down the toilet...
*The Ace laughs*
Phil, you want to talk about elements, boy that takes me back to my Force of Nature days, those days when I was almost as delusional as you are now and believed I had power over all the elements, be they physical or spiritual, and even power over Mother Nature herself...you say, for you pride and confidence are elemental, and that is the one difference between us that will guarantee my victory this Sunday, because whilst those things may be elemental blocks of your life story, they are fundamental to who I am...I am The Ace and for good reason, and this Sunday you will travel down yet another hall in your mansion of memories, a hall almost as harrowing as the one you walked down the time you watched your mother die - the Hall of FameAcer...
*The Ace laughs*
A child of the elements indeed, but since you are so eager to embrace them, Spike and I will bury you into the earth, whilst you look skyward aand realise that your star has been eclipsed...and the only magnificent light yoyu will be burning in...is the light of The Empire's brillance...but given your speech, I can see why you consider yourself the son of the most impressive flaming ball of gas in our Universe, because you are so obviously full of so much hot gas its actually believable that you could be the burning by-product of the sun...and a by-product of this industry is all you'll ever be, when I make you regret your decision to come back to nCw...because just like you feel you don't deserve forgiveness, I will show you that you don't deserve to be in the same ring with me, that you are no better than that pointless rookie I beat last week...
*The Ace laughs, clearly savouring the memory of a lifeless Sexy Jason from last week...*
Those kids need not ever worry about how boring you are or how much of their time you take up ever again, because after Sunday, the pressure you felt will be relieved, and then you will have no choice but to take a step back and reassess your entire career yet again...because I will not simply hope to beat...I will beat...I will beat you...
*The Ace laughs*
You see you may have impressed The News and those kids, but not me, and if I were you I'd worry less about getting through to people and more about getting through Spike and I...staying strong in the face of adversity may be the way to go, but it certainly isn't the same as staying strong in the Face Of Satan or the God of Xtreme, so go train if you think it'll help, take your vitamins, just don't bother saying your prayers because God isn't listening and Satan just doesn't care...
*The Ace laughs, suddenly the door opens and in walks Spike, Christian, John Anthony, Jason Armelli and Kelly Fox...*
Spike: Happy Birthday dude!
Christian: Yeah, we know its a bit late, but we couldn't find you, happy birthday, how are you...old man?
*Everybody laughs*
John: Being born on Halloween, that's pretty cool...happy birthday man...
Jason: Yeah, it also explains why he wears that mask, oh I'm sorry, it's your face...haha...happy birthday...haha...
*Jason steps forward and gives The Ace a cuban cigar, which The Ace accepts with a nod of his head as his eyes are drawn to Kelly...*
Kelly: Happy birthday Ace...
Youi can call me Jake...
Kelly: Jake...
*Kelly smiles, a little awkwardly, she knew what he had done to his last girlfriend, but damn it, he was still a damn fine looking man...Spike interrupts the moment by sitting down beside The Ace...*
Spike: Come on, let's party!
*Christian walks over to a CD player and pops in a Motorhead CD, knowing that they were The Ace's favourite band, though deep down Christian didn't feel much like celebrating, he was just putting on a brave face for his friend, as John and James get the beers in...'Snake Bite Love' starts to play as The Ace turns to Spike...*
Funny, because I have a gift for you...something to help you get even with Lance for disrespecting your son, and remind everybody just who in the hell you are, you're not this moping smurfpoopchute, you're the God of Xtreme...
*The Ace leans over and picks up a sledgehammer with its head wrapped in barb wire, sadistically smirking as he passes it over to Spike who suddenly seems mesmerised by it...*
Lucky number 7.0...
*Both men grin sadistically, the other members of The Empire seem oblivious to the exchange between the two men as they contine to drink, dance and party around them, all except Christian who has withdrawn himself to a corner of the room...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...*