Post by The Ace on Feb 7, 2010 17:43:58 GMT -5
*The scene opens with The Ace sat on a park bench, his head is still bandaged even though its been a couple more days since we saw him last. He is wearing an old Punisher T-Shirt, obviously provoking a reaction from Zane without even saying anything. He yawns before he addresses the camera...*
You know, I'm really getting sick and tired of people believing only what they want to believe and hearing only what they want to hear. Equally, I'm getting sick and tired of all the boys in the back taking potshots at my promo style whether they're facing me or not. I'm sorry I don't cut promos from the gym often enough...
Like Lance Ryan
...or from my car...
Like Jack Hammond
...or from being in bed with my wife...
Like Angel
No, I demand respect in a different way. A more straightforward and honest way, subtlety has never been my strong suit gentlemen, I've never been very creative in setting some elaborate scene just to make a point. No, I try to keep it simple and straightforward...
And you guys still don't get it...
I sit in a place and just machine gun the facts into the wall for you, nothing less, nothing more and because you guys cannot refute anything I say you guys say the same things over and over again about me.
Oh The Ace's promos send me to sleep!
Oh The Ace so boring!
Oh nobody likes you Ace!
Oh Ace stop bitching and whining about losses like a big girl's blouse!
And each and every one of these to think these piddly asses have the gall to call ME a parrot and tell ME to be ORIGINAL!
Look in the mirror and take your own advice I say, I can understand that it intimidates all of you that I'm the only one around here with balls and intelligence enough to tell it like it is, I always have been...
That's right, me Zane, not you...
I don't need to film myself running on a treadmill or soaking my testicles in a jaccuzzi just to give the ladies a cheap thrill and show the world how incredibly buff and sweaty I am. Just because I don't let my training interfere with my laying down the law for you assholes doesn't mean I'm any less dedicated to this business than the oh-so-honourable Hall of Famers like Lance Ryan...
*The Ace sighs, shaking his head in despair at the idiocy he had to deal with on an almost daily basis being a part of nCw...*
Speaking of Lance Ryan, what's the matter old boy, is your hearing going or is it just a sign of senility setting in? I never said I was a better World Champion than you were...
I simply said YOU WERE NOT THE BEST!/b]
There's a big difference there sunshine, but as usual you legends or sons of legends just hear what you want to hear and believe what you want to believe. I'm not responsible for the implications your idiocy allows you to reach, implications like I am worthless and that my time is over just because I was only World Champion for five weeks...
Which is still five weeks LONGER than Zane.
But six times SHORTER than Ryan.
However on par with guys like Trent Helms and Xavier Williams.
And they STILL get more respect than me.
THAT burns!
*The Ace takes a deep breath to compose himself and focus his thoughts on the match before continuing...*
But you know Lance, I could almost forgive your ignorance of the facts as I had presented them, if your arrogance had not already blinded you to the fact that your last promo was schitzophrenic in its train of thought to say the least. Now don't get me wrong, I myself am as arrogant as the next guy, but not to the point of outright ignorance. First you tell Hammond how great we are, that we're the ones with the names all over the record books, and that he'll be the one defeated on Sunday, then in a complete u-turn, you tell me how crappy my title reign was, how whiny I am and that I will be the one defeated on Sunday...
With promos like that, is it any wonder Hammond hasn't responded yet?
The poor guy probably doesn't know how to respond.
Hell, even I am having trouble myself...
But even if we forego the frankly bipolar nature of your last promo and we give you the benefit of the doubt here Lance, it still doesn't excuse you lecturing me on how this business is supposed to work like I'm some sort of clueless gimp...
Still that's karma I suppose, what goes around comes around and all that...
*The Ace sighs*
I know how this business works, I've been in it for six and a half years, I know all about the theory of supposedly earning your spot, but in most cases that's all it ever is - a theory. The real bastards in this business aren't guys like me who bust their asses for years without much recognition, the real bastards are the guys like you and Adam, guys who still think they're the cat's whiskers today, just because of something they did yesterday. Guys like you and Adam, guys who think they can just steal the spotlight back from the younger guys on a whim. Lance, you want the spotlight back at the expense of Joe Everyman, a superstar who despite his reputation as a flake still commands a modicum of respect from his peers, and Adam, well obviously boning the boss' daughter wasn't enough for him to claim the spotlight, so he had to go further and manipulate Angel into giving him a Coliseum win and the right to face me for the title at A Night To Remember...
*The Ace sighs as he reflects on that particular loss*
So please Lance, don't talk to me like I'm stupid, guys like Falcon, Angel, Joe and Jack may not always see eye to eye with me but I respect the fact that they, much like myself have already paid their dues, unlike the new talent initiative which I recently crusaded against to get my contract renewed, for all those who would now call me a hypocrite, I say that was an entirely different set of circumstances. See for me, its never been about earning my spot, but rather demanding respect - that is the fundamental difference between what you think I'm fighting for, and what I am actually fighting for. I am in the same fight as Angel and Falcon, just not a coalition because that is already overdone in this business...
Besides I'm not begging for attention
I'm actually begging you to shut up
Stop telling me how much you have earned in this business
I know that already, I get it Mr Two Time Champ, God!
Stop rubbing it in my face
Please
You may indeed have kicked a lot of ass in your career so far...
But you've never beaten me
And then so have I, that's how I became World Champion
Neither has Hammond
Just like you and Hammond
So it seems its all even
So we are infact equals
But I know I am better than you
And that's not about to change
Until This Sunday...
*Without another word, The Ace flashes a sly grin at the camera before walking away and the lonely bench fades, nothing but a mere memory in our minds, like the names of Ryan and Hammond will be after this triple threat match...*
You know, I'm really getting sick and tired of people believing only what they want to believe and hearing only what they want to hear. Equally, I'm getting sick and tired of all the boys in the back taking potshots at my promo style whether they're facing me or not. I'm sorry I don't cut promos from the gym often enough...
Like Lance Ryan
...or from my car...
Like Jack Hammond
...or from being in bed with my wife...
Like Angel
No, I demand respect in a different way. A more straightforward and honest way, subtlety has never been my strong suit gentlemen, I've never been very creative in setting some elaborate scene just to make a point. No, I try to keep it simple and straightforward...
And you guys still don't get it...
I sit in a place and just machine gun the facts into the wall for you, nothing less, nothing more and because you guys cannot refute anything I say you guys say the same things over and over again about me.
Oh The Ace's promos send me to sleep!
Oh The Ace so boring!
Oh nobody likes you Ace!
Oh Ace stop bitching and whining about losses like a big girl's blouse!
And each and every one of these to think these piddly asses have the gall to call ME a parrot and tell ME to be ORIGINAL!
Look in the mirror and take your own advice I say, I can understand that it intimidates all of you that I'm the only one around here with balls and intelligence enough to tell it like it is, I always have been...
That's right, me Zane, not you...
I don't need to film myself running on a treadmill or soaking my testicles in a jaccuzzi just to give the ladies a cheap thrill and show the world how incredibly buff and sweaty I am. Just because I don't let my training interfere with my laying down the law for you assholes doesn't mean I'm any less dedicated to this business than the oh-so-honourable Hall of Famers like Lance Ryan...
*The Ace sighs, shaking his head in despair at the idiocy he had to deal with on an almost daily basis being a part of nCw...*
Speaking of Lance Ryan, what's the matter old boy, is your hearing going or is it just a sign of senility setting in? I never said I was a better World Champion than you were...
I simply said YOU WERE NOT THE BEST!/b]
There's a big difference there sunshine, but as usual you legends or sons of legends just hear what you want to hear and believe what you want to believe. I'm not responsible for the implications your idiocy allows you to reach, implications like I am worthless and that my time is over just because I was only World Champion for five weeks...
Which is still five weeks LONGER than Zane.
But six times SHORTER than Ryan.
However on par with guys like Trent Helms and Xavier Williams.
And they STILL get more respect than me.
THAT burns!
*The Ace takes a deep breath to compose himself and focus his thoughts on the match before continuing...*
But you know Lance, I could almost forgive your ignorance of the facts as I had presented them, if your arrogance had not already blinded you to the fact that your last promo was schitzophrenic in its train of thought to say the least. Now don't get me wrong, I myself am as arrogant as the next guy, but not to the point of outright ignorance. First you tell Hammond how great we are, that we're the ones with the names all over the record books, and that he'll be the one defeated on Sunday, then in a complete u-turn, you tell me how crappy my title reign was, how whiny I am and that I will be the one defeated on Sunday...
With promos like that, is it any wonder Hammond hasn't responded yet?
The poor guy probably doesn't know how to respond.
Hell, even I am having trouble myself...
But even if we forego the frankly bipolar nature of your last promo and we give you the benefit of the doubt here Lance, it still doesn't excuse you lecturing me on how this business is supposed to work like I'm some sort of clueless gimp...
Still that's karma I suppose, what goes around comes around and all that...
*The Ace sighs*
I know how this business works, I've been in it for six and a half years, I know all about the theory of supposedly earning your spot, but in most cases that's all it ever is - a theory. The real bastards in this business aren't guys like me who bust their asses for years without much recognition, the real bastards are the guys like you and Adam, guys who still think they're the cat's whiskers today, just because of something they did yesterday. Guys like you and Adam, guys who think they can just steal the spotlight back from the younger guys on a whim. Lance, you want the spotlight back at the expense of Joe Everyman, a superstar who despite his reputation as a flake still commands a modicum of respect from his peers, and Adam, well obviously boning the boss' daughter wasn't enough for him to claim the spotlight, so he had to go further and manipulate Angel into giving him a Coliseum win and the right to face me for the title at A Night To Remember...
*The Ace sighs as he reflects on that particular loss*
So please Lance, don't talk to me like I'm stupid, guys like Falcon, Angel, Joe and Jack may not always see eye to eye with me but I respect the fact that they, much like myself have already paid their dues, unlike the new talent initiative which I recently crusaded against to get my contract renewed, for all those who would now call me a hypocrite, I say that was an entirely different set of circumstances. See for me, its never been about earning my spot, but rather demanding respect - that is the fundamental difference between what you think I'm fighting for, and what I am actually fighting for. I am in the same fight as Angel and Falcon, just not a coalition because that is already overdone in this business...
Besides I'm not begging for attention
I'm actually begging you to shut up
Stop telling me how much you have earned in this business
I know that already, I get it Mr Two Time Champ, God!
Stop rubbing it in my face
Please
You may indeed have kicked a lot of ass in your career so far...
But you've never beaten me
And then so have I, that's how I became World Champion
Neither has Hammond
Just like you and Hammond
So it seems its all even
So we are infact equals
But I know I am better than you
And that's not about to change
Until This Sunday...
*Without another word, The Ace flashes a sly grin at the camera before walking away and the lonely bench fades, nothing but a mere memory in our minds, like the names of Ryan and Hammond will be after this triple threat match...*