Post by The Ace on Feb 7, 2010 17:55:18 GMT -5
*The scene opens in a gym where The Ace is seen jogging along at a steady pace on a treadmill. He is wearing a white sleveless tanktop, black shorts and white trainers. He notices the camera with a smile and begins to speak...*
Now I know you guys aren't used to seeing me in a gym like this, no...places like this are where you normally find the Jasons or the Nellys of this world, you know when they're not busy promoting Slim 'N' Pointless or boasting about how this kind of traing almost a year ago allowed them to get me to submit at my six year anniversary. Normally, I would try and refute such things but its gotten to the point where even that bores me, so...
I give up.
You heard me right, Nelly.
I gave up then, I give up now.
I give up trying to tell you the irrelevance of your only argument against me.
I give up trying to point out that submissions wont matter in the Riot Match, so how does that one fluke victory even relate to anything anymore?
It doesn't.
It never will.
I submit to you that the only victory you have over me no longer matters.
Everybody achieves the impossible once in their lives.
That victory was your once.
The Riot match will be somebody else's once.
Not yours.
Maybe not even mine.
But unlike you, I at least have the ability to move on.
And move on I shall. You see I'm here today, I'm here now not only to shake off any ring rust, increase my stamina or to increase my endurance - all necessary to survive this match- but also to make a point of doing something different to most of my uncreative and unimagitive peers who as of late have just been following the Rob Diamond Riot Promo plan and addressing everybody with quippy one liners...
As if a quick line on twenty nine other men will automatically ensure you of victory.
It won't.
Perhaps nothing will.
All you can do is try.
And I'm trying to be different.
I don't need to address all of you.
Because I don't need to eliminate all of you.
All I need to do is eliminate ONE of you.
The last one of you.
I know its not going to be easy, nothing worthwhile ever is, but for God's sake, if you think following the same approach as the others is going to win you the match, then answer me this. If its not going to work for Rob, why should it work for any of the rest of you who try it? Everybody should have the balls to try and have their own strategy in this match, granted even if you all had a unique one of your own, twenty-nine of you would still be wrong but still...
It's the principle of the thing.
Have some original thoughts, that's all I'm saying. Rob's approach was fine for us all to get the point, but since then we've had AJ V2, Gabrielle Karras and others vary the same basic theme. A highlight for me was Angel, who saw fit to remind us all exactly how this match is supposed to work...
Apparently we're all targets for elimination.
No ****, Sherlock.
And if my name was Sarah Connor I might actually be worried by your Terminator-style approach.
But I'm not worried, and do you want to know why? Because just when I was about to acknowledge you as a serious threat, I saw something in your eyes Angel that I thought I'd never see...
I saw desperation.
A man so desperate for attention - anybody's attention, that he had reduced himself to a comical crap endorsing shell of himself with a hint of the typical Brad Kane style of self defence: 'No matter what I shall always return...'
Well good for you, Skippy.
Personally I thought you were better than that.
Apparently I was wrong.
You are not the same Angel I saw first hand take Steve Awesome to his limit at Mind Games last year.
At least he was worthy of his reputation.
Now all you are to me is a pathetic shell of a man who doubts himself and so easily let your bitch of a wife be forgiven for her transgressions with AJ. You are weak Angel, and for that you have nobody to blame but yourself. Such weakness will not win you this match or get you anywhere close to where you think you should be. You see to win a match like this, its not about whom addresses whom, its not about how many targets you elimiinate, hell its not even about your entry number...
It is about being different.
It is about being the ONE.
The ONE to outlast his rivals.
And it is already known that twenty-nine of you are not the ONE.
Twenty-nine of you can never be the ONE.
Indeed, twenty-nine of you already have a greater chance than me, but only one of us truly understands that chance. Entering the match at any number greater than one does not guarantee victory, victory is not even guaranteed for number thirty, no matter how much he wants you all to believe otherwise...
The key to victory is in being different.
In being the black amongst the white.
My difference is that I refuse to name all of you.
Because let's face it, for twenty nine of you, all you are is a name.
*The Ace speeds up on the treadmill. After several minutes of running, The Ace slows down and eventually comes to a stop, pouring with sweat. He steps off the treadmill and grabs a nearby water bottle, mopping his brow with the back of his hand. He takes a swig before addressing the camera again, breathlessly between lungfuls of welcome air...*
And that is the difference between all of you and myself. I'm chasing my destiny in a different way. I refuse to be like Lance Ryan and assume creating yet another Revolution repackaged as Projekt I-cont-spell will help reattain my former glory, and I refuse to be like Jason and hope that endorsing the latest product dreamt up by nCw marketing is going to salvage my flagging T-Shirt sales or my useless career - Jason cameramen are behind the camera for one reason, and that reason is they don't look good infront of it and they're not supposed to. But I digress, most of all I refuse to be counted out of this contest just because the numbers are not on my side...
All of you want to be the first to win the first ever Riot match.
Yet none of you want to be number one.
None of you want to be me.
Because I am a different kind of man.
And only a different kind of man will win this match.
*The Ace takes another swig from his water bottle and spits it directly into the camera lens, abruptly terminating the feed...*
Now I know you guys aren't used to seeing me in a gym like this, no...places like this are where you normally find the Jasons or the Nellys of this world, you know when they're not busy promoting Slim 'N' Pointless or boasting about how this kind of traing almost a year ago allowed them to get me to submit at my six year anniversary. Normally, I would try and refute such things but its gotten to the point where even that bores me, so...
I give up.
You heard me right, Nelly.
I gave up then, I give up now.
I give up trying to tell you the irrelevance of your only argument against me.
I give up trying to point out that submissions wont matter in the Riot Match, so how does that one fluke victory even relate to anything anymore?
It doesn't.
It never will.
I submit to you that the only victory you have over me no longer matters.
Everybody achieves the impossible once in their lives.
That victory was your once.
The Riot match will be somebody else's once.
Not yours.
Maybe not even mine.
But unlike you, I at least have the ability to move on.
And move on I shall. You see I'm here today, I'm here now not only to shake off any ring rust, increase my stamina or to increase my endurance - all necessary to survive this match- but also to make a point of doing something different to most of my uncreative and unimagitive peers who as of late have just been following the Rob Diamond Riot Promo plan and addressing everybody with quippy one liners...
As if a quick line on twenty nine other men will automatically ensure you of victory.
It won't.
Perhaps nothing will.
All you can do is try.
And I'm trying to be different.
I don't need to address all of you.
Because I don't need to eliminate all of you.
All I need to do is eliminate ONE of you.
The last one of you.
I know its not going to be easy, nothing worthwhile ever is, but for God's sake, if you think following the same approach as the others is going to win you the match, then answer me this. If its not going to work for Rob, why should it work for any of the rest of you who try it? Everybody should have the balls to try and have their own strategy in this match, granted even if you all had a unique one of your own, twenty-nine of you would still be wrong but still...
It's the principle of the thing.
Have some original thoughts, that's all I'm saying. Rob's approach was fine for us all to get the point, but since then we've had AJ V2, Gabrielle Karras and others vary the same basic theme. A highlight for me was Angel, who saw fit to remind us all exactly how this match is supposed to work...
Apparently we're all targets for elimination.
No ****, Sherlock.
And if my name was Sarah Connor I might actually be worried by your Terminator-style approach.
But I'm not worried, and do you want to know why? Because just when I was about to acknowledge you as a serious threat, I saw something in your eyes Angel that I thought I'd never see...
I saw desperation.
A man so desperate for attention - anybody's attention, that he had reduced himself to a comical crap endorsing shell of himself with a hint of the typical Brad Kane style of self defence: 'No matter what I shall always return...'
Well good for you, Skippy.
Personally I thought you were better than that.
Apparently I was wrong.
You are not the same Angel I saw first hand take Steve Awesome to his limit at Mind Games last year.
At least he was worthy of his reputation.
Now all you are to me is a pathetic shell of a man who doubts himself and so easily let your bitch of a wife be forgiven for her transgressions with AJ. You are weak Angel, and for that you have nobody to blame but yourself. Such weakness will not win you this match or get you anywhere close to where you think you should be. You see to win a match like this, its not about whom addresses whom, its not about how many targets you elimiinate, hell its not even about your entry number...
It is about being different.
It is about being the ONE.
The ONE to outlast his rivals.
And it is already known that twenty-nine of you are not the ONE.
Twenty-nine of you can never be the ONE.
Indeed, twenty-nine of you already have a greater chance than me, but only one of us truly understands that chance. Entering the match at any number greater than one does not guarantee victory, victory is not even guaranteed for number thirty, no matter how much he wants you all to believe otherwise...
The key to victory is in being different.
In being the black amongst the white.
My difference is that I refuse to name all of you.
Because let's face it, for twenty nine of you, all you are is a name.
*The Ace speeds up on the treadmill. After several minutes of running, The Ace slows down and eventually comes to a stop, pouring with sweat. He steps off the treadmill and grabs a nearby water bottle, mopping his brow with the back of his hand. He takes a swig before addressing the camera again, breathlessly between lungfuls of welcome air...*
And that is the difference between all of you and myself. I'm chasing my destiny in a different way. I refuse to be like Lance Ryan and assume creating yet another Revolution repackaged as Projekt I-cont-spell will help reattain my former glory, and I refuse to be like Jason and hope that endorsing the latest product dreamt up by nCw marketing is going to salvage my flagging T-Shirt sales or my useless career - Jason cameramen are behind the camera for one reason, and that reason is they don't look good infront of it and they're not supposed to. But I digress, most of all I refuse to be counted out of this contest just because the numbers are not on my side...
All of you want to be the first to win the first ever Riot match.
Yet none of you want to be number one.
None of you want to be me.
Because I am a different kind of man.
And only a different kind of man will win this match.
*The Ace takes another swig from his water bottle and spits it directly into the camera lens, abruptly terminating the feed...*