Post by The Ace on Feb 7, 2010 17:51:42 GMT -5
I shouldn't be here.
Not now.
But I couldn't stay away.
Not now.
This was the Riot Match.
This was my one opportunity to return to the top.
I am The Ace.
I've earned my place.
I've paid my dues.
I deserve this.
But she didn't understand this.
More than that, she didn't care.
She thought I was being selfish.
If this was how it had to be.
If this is who I have to be.
Then I will be what she thinks I am.
I will be what they all know I am.
I will be that which I have always been.
I will be selfish - for that is the only way I will win this match.
*The scene opens with The Ace sat in a cafeteria across the small table from his wife, Kathleen Conway, who now had a slight bump developing, being around three months pregnant with their second child...*
Kathy: Well, I can't say I miss this...
*The Ace looks up at his wife with his trademark raised eyebrow...*
Kathy: Are you even listening to me?
In truth no, I was too preoccupied with thoughts of getting what I deserved - the ultimate victory in three weeks - but I couldn't tell her that, so I lied.
Yes...of course I am...
But she knew me better than that.
Kathy: No you're not, you're thinking about winning the Riot match, aren't you?
I said nothing. She answered for me.
Kathy: Aren't you? Of course you are, what about me Jake? What about the promise you made to me, your wife that you wouldn't return to work full time until the baby was born? And now here we are, being stalked by the cameras again, every moment of our lives documented all in the hope of winning a match that is the ultimate crap shoot...
And that was exactly why this match is so irresistible to me. This match was the ultimate gamble and I am the ultimate gambler, but she didn't understand that. Somewhere along the way she had forgotten the type of man she had married. Gambling was the one vice I never even tried to overcome, to do so would be to deny who I am. I am The Ace, the chances and sheer unpredictability in this match thrilled the gambler deep inside me. But she didn't understand that, so I said nothing. I simply listened.
Kathy: Honestly Jake, sometimes I think you love this business more than you love me...
Uh oh, she was using the love card and forcing my hand on this. I had to respond this time.
You know that's not true honey....
And it wasn't. The entire truth was much simpler, the entire truth was that I loved the idea of being World Champion again more than her, and winning this match was the quickest way to attain that glory. But I couldn't tell her that. She wouldn't understand.
Kathy: Tell me you don't care about winning, tell me you'd be happy if you were eliminated first and someone like Jason won the match instead of you....
*The Ace laughed, the idea was so ridiculous that there was no other response...*
You and I both know that isn't going to happen Kat, Jason doesn't have the intelligence, skill or experience to win a match this important, I mean sure in my absence he got his shot at the World Championship again, and failed again, but now I'm back and I will bury him again. This time next month Jason will be back begging to get Ateryu to get his Xtreme Title back for a fourth time because that is the peak of his ability. Hell, Jason will probably be thrown over the top rope by this mystery jobber because that's all Jason is - a glorified match filler, placed there not to win, but to make the others look good, including this mysterious jackass, who by the way better know that I don't care who he is, all I care about is throwing his piddly ass over the top rope....
Kathy: I don't like Jason, but I'm not sure I agree with you, who says he won't win, in theory anyone can win...
In theory, Angel should stop whinging about the same thing he always does, 'oh I've been here so long and I still don't have the World title' and Lance should just accept that its over for him, and that it has been for a long time. Infact around twenty nine other guys in theory should accept that they're not going to win, and in theory Brad should accept that forming another stable is not automatically going to make people care about him again, but you don't see any of that about to happen anytime soon, do you? No...
Kathy: Even if you're right, why target Joe? I mean sure he's in the Riot match, but surely he's not you're biggest threat, I would have thought you'd be more concerned with someone like Bates or Campbell...
You're right Joe isn't a threat to me, but what he represents is. He's the underdog that is never short of chances, no matter how badly he messes up or how undedicated he is in his worth ethic, nCw always reward the son of a b*tch with a title shot, a title shot he somehow goes onto win - and yet when I lose, I am forgotten about, ignored - where is my reward? They wont give me the same hand outs so now I have to take it by force...
I have to be that selfish.
I have to win this match so they can no longer deny me that which a superstar of my calibre shouldn't have to earn, I am not Joe, I am something more. I am The Ace and if I have to throw twenty nine other piddly asses over the top rope to prove it...I will...
I will be that selfish.
*The scene fades out as Kathy shakes her head in disappointment...*
How could he be so selfish?
Not now.
But I couldn't stay away.
Not now.
This was the Riot Match.
This was my one opportunity to return to the top.
I am The Ace.
I've earned my place.
I've paid my dues.
I deserve this.
But she didn't understand this.
More than that, she didn't care.
She thought I was being selfish.
If this was how it had to be.
If this is who I have to be.
Then I will be what she thinks I am.
I will be what they all know I am.
I will be that which I have always been.
I will be selfish - for that is the only way I will win this match.
*The scene opens with The Ace sat in a cafeteria across the small table from his wife, Kathleen Conway, who now had a slight bump developing, being around three months pregnant with their second child...*
Kathy: Well, I can't say I miss this...
*The Ace looks up at his wife with his trademark raised eyebrow...*
Kathy: Are you even listening to me?
In truth no, I was too preoccupied with thoughts of getting what I deserved - the ultimate victory in three weeks - but I couldn't tell her that, so I lied.
Yes...of course I am...
But she knew me better than that.
Kathy: No you're not, you're thinking about winning the Riot match, aren't you?
I said nothing. She answered for me.
Kathy: Aren't you? Of course you are, what about me Jake? What about the promise you made to me, your wife that you wouldn't return to work full time until the baby was born? And now here we are, being stalked by the cameras again, every moment of our lives documented all in the hope of winning a match that is the ultimate crap shoot...
And that was exactly why this match is so irresistible to me. This match was the ultimate gamble and I am the ultimate gambler, but she didn't understand that. Somewhere along the way she had forgotten the type of man she had married. Gambling was the one vice I never even tried to overcome, to do so would be to deny who I am. I am The Ace, the chances and sheer unpredictability in this match thrilled the gambler deep inside me. But she didn't understand that, so I said nothing. I simply listened.
Kathy: Honestly Jake, sometimes I think you love this business more than you love me...
Uh oh, she was using the love card and forcing my hand on this. I had to respond this time.
You know that's not true honey....
And it wasn't. The entire truth was much simpler, the entire truth was that I loved the idea of being World Champion again more than her, and winning this match was the quickest way to attain that glory. But I couldn't tell her that. She wouldn't understand.
Kathy: Tell me you don't care about winning, tell me you'd be happy if you were eliminated first and someone like Jason won the match instead of you....
*The Ace laughed, the idea was so ridiculous that there was no other response...*
You and I both know that isn't going to happen Kat, Jason doesn't have the intelligence, skill or experience to win a match this important, I mean sure in my absence he got his shot at the World Championship again, and failed again, but now I'm back and I will bury him again. This time next month Jason will be back begging to get Ateryu to get his Xtreme Title back for a fourth time because that is the peak of his ability. Hell, Jason will probably be thrown over the top rope by this mystery jobber because that's all Jason is - a glorified match filler, placed there not to win, but to make the others look good, including this mysterious jackass, who by the way better know that I don't care who he is, all I care about is throwing his piddly ass over the top rope....
Kathy: I don't like Jason, but I'm not sure I agree with you, who says he won't win, in theory anyone can win...
In theory, Angel should stop whinging about the same thing he always does, 'oh I've been here so long and I still don't have the World title' and Lance should just accept that its over for him, and that it has been for a long time. Infact around twenty nine other guys in theory should accept that they're not going to win, and in theory Brad should accept that forming another stable is not automatically going to make people care about him again, but you don't see any of that about to happen anytime soon, do you? No...
Kathy: Even if you're right, why target Joe? I mean sure he's in the Riot match, but surely he's not you're biggest threat, I would have thought you'd be more concerned with someone like Bates or Campbell...
You're right Joe isn't a threat to me, but what he represents is. He's the underdog that is never short of chances, no matter how badly he messes up or how undedicated he is in his worth ethic, nCw always reward the son of a b*tch with a title shot, a title shot he somehow goes onto win - and yet when I lose, I am forgotten about, ignored - where is my reward? They wont give me the same hand outs so now I have to take it by force...
I have to be that selfish.
I have to win this match so they can no longer deny me that which a superstar of my calibre shouldn't have to earn, I am not Joe, I am something more. I am The Ace and if I have to throw twenty nine other piddly asses over the top rope to prove it...I will...
I will be that selfish.
*The scene fades out as Kathy shakes her head in disappointment...*
How could he be so selfish?