Post by The Ace on Feb 7, 2010 17:23:46 GMT -5
*The scene opens in a private hospital room due to the lavish perks of his contract where The Ace is sat in a wheelchair beside his bed, he has a bandage around his head and is wearing a neckbrace, obviously as a result of taking a Headshrinker onto a steel chair from Zane three days ago. He has his sledgehammer in his lap and looks less than pleased at trhe camera. We also notice that unlike a typical hospital room, there are no flowers or 'Get Well Soon' cards here. It was a grim reality to face but the truth was nobody cared if The Ace ever got well again...*
So this morning I get a call from Chris Diamond confirming that I have indeed been booked into a match this Sunday, not only a regular match but a triple threat match against not one, but two former nCw World Heavyweight Champions...
*The Ace swallows hard and winces as it looks rather painful*
Needless to say, my first reaction was 'Are you insane?' I mean I get that they're trying to finish me off since I know that Superstars and Management alike have never been particularly fond of the way I choose to deliver my promos, but still - isn't it funny that when you choose to deliver the cold hard facts for what they are and with a modicum of intelligence as opposed to the stardard 'I'll kick your ass because I'm better than you' approach that so many people adopt that the ratings go down? Obviously I overestimated the intelligence of the nCw fan base considerably here, apparently the nosensical ramblings of a second generation piss stain proved more popular heading into Fallout last week and that in turn instilled within Zane a false confidence, a false confidence that ultimately allowed him to make history and knock me out in a match of my own design and win...
*The Ace slowly claps for Zane's achievement*
Congratulations Zane, your father must be so proud, or at least he would be if it wasn't for the small fact that he's dead, such a shame too. Your one moment of glory and your father wasn't here to see it, but in the end what did it prove Zane? Nothing. Not a damn thing. You beat me but as far as everyone in nCw is concerned, Jimmy Zane still does not matter. As a reward for your victory, they practically giftwrap the next win for you by pitting you against Joe Everyman, but as I've said already it doesn't matter. Jimmy Zane doesn't matter and The Syndicate doesn't matter - the only thing that matters is that I stay true to who I am and who I have always been, I am The Ace and though I have fallen, I will rise again and it all begins this Sunday. You see the one thing I realised after my match with Zane was that this issue with the Syndicate had distracted me and made me lose sight of my ultimate goal of getting back to the top at the expense of guys who aren't worth spit to me or to nCw, guys who came in at the expense of my previous contract...
*The Ace pauses*
Initially it was just the rookies that bothered me, but now in a complete one eighty nCw has used the new talent initiative to hire back overglorified has beens too. It began with an allegedly crippled Dark Prophet, a man who despite my beating him in an Xtreme Rules Match only last month somehow wormed his way ahead of me and got a number one contender's shot for the World Heavyweight Championship. Then of course, there was Spike Kane who despite doing nothing noteworthy since his return got a National Championship shot at Fallout by beating both Jack Hammond and Joe Everyman. Now some may say that unlike Prophet, Spike at least earned his shot, but is beating Jack and Joe really worth anything today? Jack is quite clearly passed his prime, and has been ever since our last encounter where I whooped his piddly ass for my first reign as World Heavyweight Champion at Sovereign in March, and Joe, well the best he's ever managed is a draw against me, so you see neither of them have beaten me...
*The Ace smiles a little*
Sure Jack moved on and had a pretty forgettable reign as X-Division Champion for a little while as a sort of consolation prize in the same way that after Steve lost he was given a National Championship shot, but where was my second chance shot? How come I am the only former World Champion who hasn't been given a shot at any title since I lost my World title to Adam at A Night to Remember huh? See this is exactly the kind of bull**** politics that goes on backstage and is it any wonder that Jason is threatening a lawsuit against this company, and in my eyes he has every right especially since he didn't quit and still lost his title, but even so he was given an instantaneous rematch with JackHass...really?
*The Ace raises an eyebrow*
Tell me Leonard, what exactly is it about guys like Spike Kane, Steve Awesome and Lance Ryan that makes you jizz in your pants, eh? Is it because unlike them I refuse to kiss your ass, is that why they get more respect from your staff and the entire damn locker-room than I do? You made each of these guys instant Hall of Famers, why? Lance is your golden boy, why? What has he done that I haven't? Sure he was your first World Champion, but let's face it just because you were first doesn't make you the best, at least not in my eyes. He held the title twice, only because he unlike me was given the opportunity to do so, something you and your staff have categorically denied me, why? Is it because your future son in law now has that belt? See whether you want to admit it or not Leonard, you do play politics, the rest of the roster may be duped by it but not I. You're a liar and a fraud, just like everyone else who has a little power in this country, you play the game and pander to these sheep giving them what they want instead of doing what's right Leonard...
*The Ace sighs before looking dead into the camera and continuing his attack on his boss...*
Instead you waste title shots on the undeserving, people who have been away, retired, crippled or just plain gone AWOL on this company, all whilst blissfully ignoring your real talent. All whilst ignoring those who have been here consistently for two years, the only time I've ever taken off was a couple of weeks to get married, whilst people like Lance and Spike have been inconsistent at best, even your lovable pet hamster Jack. On top of that, you have given away title shots to choke artists like Ortega and men who haven't been the same since Knite kicked them in the face, not only that but men who have bonked other men's wives without flinching. Men like AJ Phoenix, are these truly people who deserve to represent the company at the top? Womanizers like AJ, former wife beaters like Bates and men with no work ethic like Ortega, really?
Really?
You see Leo, it seems to me that you and everybody else around here needs to be reminded just who in the hell I am. I am the man who brought you back when your daughter was running wild, I am the man who stood by your side when the remanents of Lance's plot to destroy the company by way of a new Revolution threatened to destroy this company in its infancy. Like it or not, your golden boy Lance has instigated more harm than good in nCw and still you let him back with open arms? Who filled the void when Lance went home eh?
The Ace
Who carried on the tradition and headlined last year's Road To The Gold by becoming Ryan's successor as tournament champion?
The Ace
Who also carried on the tradition of defending the most prestigious title in this business against the annual Sovereign Coliseum winner again by becoming Ryan's successor to that honour?
That's right, me - The Ace
And yet instead of rewarding me for my dillegence and utter devotion to this company despite all the criticisms and low ratings my supposedly boring no nonsense style of cutting a promo have gotten over the last two years simply because the sheep watching them have neither the intelligence or the attention span to realise the truth of my monologues, you and this entire organization have cast me out and rehired piddly asses like Prophet, the Kanes and Ryan and furthermore you expect me to soldier on through my injuries, probably hoping Lance will capitalise and that the ring rust won't show as much. Really? Of course you know what that says to me, don't you?
*The Ace sighs*
That to be considered worth a damn around here, you have to be a rhyming drug addict hopped up on pain pills, or the brother of someone with a God complex whilst you yourself sit back and boast about how much of a porn star you are in that infamous sex tape with your frankly average wife, or you plain just have to be a glory hog and refuse to give up the limelight to younger guys who punked you out not so long ago. So here I sit today, after two days unconscious as a symbol of two out of three. Today, I am the cripple who refuses to give Zane the spotlight even though he took me out, and believe me I'm still working on getting the God complex bit down and of course convincing my wife to make a sex tape with me...
*The Ace chuckles but of course it hurts so he stops abruptly*
Will you listen to me now? No, I didn't think you would, so at this point all I can say is sorry Lance, sorry that I haven't got my party hat on, sorry I'm not virtually orgasmic at the thought of your return like all these other sheep and probably half the roster as well. Forgive me, but from where I sit right now, its impossible for me to get excited at the thought of a man who hasn't even been relevant for over a year in this company suddenly returning to active competition. Why should I be, when you obviously didn't care enough to send me a card or some grapes?
*The Ace gestures over to the empty bedside area, there is nothing there, no cards no grapes and no flowers. The Ace faces the camera again...*
See Lance, these fans may be stupid enough to be caught up in your big comeback story, but they're idiots and I am not. Infact to be perfectly honest with you, I know you don't have it anymore. I have known ever since last November when I injured your shoulder and thusly began your downward spiral to retirement, so please don't insult my intelligence by trying to blow smoke up my ass and pretending that this will be a friendly affair. I am not looking for inner peace, chi, zen or any of that new age crap so please spare me the tibetan monk routine of losing with grace and learning from it, only real losers ever buy such weak ideologies because they lack drive. I know I am great, you don't need to tell me Lance, I also know all that you have done, and guess what Ryan, I've never been intimidated by it and I'm not about to start now...
*With that, The Ace reaches around his throat and rips off the neck brace...*
In fact the only thing I would find even more insulting than a has been looking to re-establish himself at my expense Lance is if Jack Hammond suddenly came on and started trying to tell me how this time will be any different from any other time he has faced me...
*The Ace grips his sledgehammer tight as he gets to his feet*
It's a miracle! Just not the one you need Lance, nor the one you expect Hammond. This Sunday, legends will fall and favourites will be crushed under the stampede of a mighty Stallion. This Sunday The Ace will be the uncrowned Champion of Champions and cement his legacy as the only one worthy of being called the successor to The Icon...
Hallowed Be My Name!
*The Ace steps forward and drives the head of the sledgehammer into the camera lens abruptly killing the feed...*
So this morning I get a call from Chris Diamond confirming that I have indeed been booked into a match this Sunday, not only a regular match but a triple threat match against not one, but two former nCw World Heavyweight Champions...
*The Ace swallows hard and winces as it looks rather painful*
Needless to say, my first reaction was 'Are you insane?' I mean I get that they're trying to finish me off since I know that Superstars and Management alike have never been particularly fond of the way I choose to deliver my promos, but still - isn't it funny that when you choose to deliver the cold hard facts for what they are and with a modicum of intelligence as opposed to the stardard 'I'll kick your ass because I'm better than you' approach that so many people adopt that the ratings go down? Obviously I overestimated the intelligence of the nCw fan base considerably here, apparently the nosensical ramblings of a second generation piss stain proved more popular heading into Fallout last week and that in turn instilled within Zane a false confidence, a false confidence that ultimately allowed him to make history and knock me out in a match of my own design and win...
*The Ace slowly claps for Zane's achievement*
Congratulations Zane, your father must be so proud, or at least he would be if it wasn't for the small fact that he's dead, such a shame too. Your one moment of glory and your father wasn't here to see it, but in the end what did it prove Zane? Nothing. Not a damn thing. You beat me but as far as everyone in nCw is concerned, Jimmy Zane still does not matter. As a reward for your victory, they practically giftwrap the next win for you by pitting you against Joe Everyman, but as I've said already it doesn't matter. Jimmy Zane doesn't matter and The Syndicate doesn't matter - the only thing that matters is that I stay true to who I am and who I have always been, I am The Ace and though I have fallen, I will rise again and it all begins this Sunday. You see the one thing I realised after my match with Zane was that this issue with the Syndicate had distracted me and made me lose sight of my ultimate goal of getting back to the top at the expense of guys who aren't worth spit to me or to nCw, guys who came in at the expense of my previous contract...
*The Ace pauses*
Initially it was just the rookies that bothered me, but now in a complete one eighty nCw has used the new talent initiative to hire back overglorified has beens too. It began with an allegedly crippled Dark Prophet, a man who despite my beating him in an Xtreme Rules Match only last month somehow wormed his way ahead of me and got a number one contender's shot for the World Heavyweight Championship. Then of course, there was Spike Kane who despite doing nothing noteworthy since his return got a National Championship shot at Fallout by beating both Jack Hammond and Joe Everyman. Now some may say that unlike Prophet, Spike at least earned his shot, but is beating Jack and Joe really worth anything today? Jack is quite clearly passed his prime, and has been ever since our last encounter where I whooped his piddly ass for my first reign as World Heavyweight Champion at Sovereign in March, and Joe, well the best he's ever managed is a draw against me, so you see neither of them have beaten me...
*The Ace smiles a little*
Sure Jack moved on and had a pretty forgettable reign as X-Division Champion for a little while as a sort of consolation prize in the same way that after Steve lost he was given a National Championship shot, but where was my second chance shot? How come I am the only former World Champion who hasn't been given a shot at any title since I lost my World title to Adam at A Night to Remember huh? See this is exactly the kind of bull**** politics that goes on backstage and is it any wonder that Jason is threatening a lawsuit against this company, and in my eyes he has every right especially since he didn't quit and still lost his title, but even so he was given an instantaneous rematch with JackHass...really?
*The Ace raises an eyebrow*
Tell me Leonard, what exactly is it about guys like Spike Kane, Steve Awesome and Lance Ryan that makes you jizz in your pants, eh? Is it because unlike them I refuse to kiss your ass, is that why they get more respect from your staff and the entire damn locker-room than I do? You made each of these guys instant Hall of Famers, why? Lance is your golden boy, why? What has he done that I haven't? Sure he was your first World Champion, but let's face it just because you were first doesn't make you the best, at least not in my eyes. He held the title twice, only because he unlike me was given the opportunity to do so, something you and your staff have categorically denied me, why? Is it because your future son in law now has that belt? See whether you want to admit it or not Leonard, you do play politics, the rest of the roster may be duped by it but not I. You're a liar and a fraud, just like everyone else who has a little power in this country, you play the game and pander to these sheep giving them what they want instead of doing what's right Leonard...
*The Ace sighs before looking dead into the camera and continuing his attack on his boss...*
Instead you waste title shots on the undeserving, people who have been away, retired, crippled or just plain gone AWOL on this company, all whilst blissfully ignoring your real talent. All whilst ignoring those who have been here consistently for two years, the only time I've ever taken off was a couple of weeks to get married, whilst people like Lance and Spike have been inconsistent at best, even your lovable pet hamster Jack. On top of that, you have given away title shots to choke artists like Ortega and men who haven't been the same since Knite kicked them in the face, not only that but men who have bonked other men's wives without flinching. Men like AJ Phoenix, are these truly people who deserve to represent the company at the top? Womanizers like AJ, former wife beaters like Bates and men with no work ethic like Ortega, really?
Really?
You see Leo, it seems to me that you and everybody else around here needs to be reminded just who in the hell I am. I am the man who brought you back when your daughter was running wild, I am the man who stood by your side when the remanents of Lance's plot to destroy the company by way of a new Revolution threatened to destroy this company in its infancy. Like it or not, your golden boy Lance has instigated more harm than good in nCw and still you let him back with open arms? Who filled the void when Lance went home eh?
The Ace
Who carried on the tradition and headlined last year's Road To The Gold by becoming Ryan's successor as tournament champion?
The Ace
Who also carried on the tradition of defending the most prestigious title in this business against the annual Sovereign Coliseum winner again by becoming Ryan's successor to that honour?
That's right, me - The Ace
And yet instead of rewarding me for my dillegence and utter devotion to this company despite all the criticisms and low ratings my supposedly boring no nonsense style of cutting a promo have gotten over the last two years simply because the sheep watching them have neither the intelligence or the attention span to realise the truth of my monologues, you and this entire organization have cast me out and rehired piddly asses like Prophet, the Kanes and Ryan and furthermore you expect me to soldier on through my injuries, probably hoping Lance will capitalise and that the ring rust won't show as much. Really? Of course you know what that says to me, don't you?
*The Ace sighs*
That to be considered worth a damn around here, you have to be a rhyming drug addict hopped up on pain pills, or the brother of someone with a God complex whilst you yourself sit back and boast about how much of a porn star you are in that infamous sex tape with your frankly average wife, or you plain just have to be a glory hog and refuse to give up the limelight to younger guys who punked you out not so long ago. So here I sit today, after two days unconscious as a symbol of two out of three. Today, I am the cripple who refuses to give Zane the spotlight even though he took me out, and believe me I'm still working on getting the God complex bit down and of course convincing my wife to make a sex tape with me...
*The Ace chuckles but of course it hurts so he stops abruptly*
Will you listen to me now? No, I didn't think you would, so at this point all I can say is sorry Lance, sorry that I haven't got my party hat on, sorry I'm not virtually orgasmic at the thought of your return like all these other sheep and probably half the roster as well. Forgive me, but from where I sit right now, its impossible for me to get excited at the thought of a man who hasn't even been relevant for over a year in this company suddenly returning to active competition. Why should I be, when you obviously didn't care enough to send me a card or some grapes?
*The Ace gestures over to the empty bedside area, there is nothing there, no cards no grapes and no flowers. The Ace faces the camera again...*
See Lance, these fans may be stupid enough to be caught up in your big comeback story, but they're idiots and I am not. Infact to be perfectly honest with you, I know you don't have it anymore. I have known ever since last November when I injured your shoulder and thusly began your downward spiral to retirement, so please don't insult my intelligence by trying to blow smoke up my ass and pretending that this will be a friendly affair. I am not looking for inner peace, chi, zen or any of that new age crap so please spare me the tibetan monk routine of losing with grace and learning from it, only real losers ever buy such weak ideologies because they lack drive. I know I am great, you don't need to tell me Lance, I also know all that you have done, and guess what Ryan, I've never been intimidated by it and I'm not about to start now...
*With that, The Ace reaches around his throat and rips off the neck brace...*
In fact the only thing I would find even more insulting than a has been looking to re-establish himself at my expense Lance is if Jack Hammond suddenly came on and started trying to tell me how this time will be any different from any other time he has faced me...
*The Ace grips his sledgehammer tight as he gets to his feet*
It's a miracle! Just not the one you need Lance, nor the one you expect Hammond. This Sunday, legends will fall and favourites will be crushed under the stampede of a mighty Stallion. This Sunday The Ace will be the uncrowned Champion of Champions and cement his legacy as the only one worthy of being called the successor to The Icon...
Hallowed Be My Name!
*The Ace steps forward and drives the head of the sledgehammer into the camera lens abruptly killing the feed...*