Post by The Ace on Feb 7, 2010 18:04:40 GMT -5
*The scene opens in The Ace's hotel room where Kathy is sat on the bed all alone, cradling little Solitaire in her arms, Kathy is watching Rob Diamond's latest promo on the television...*
~Rob: Awww man, I guess that means I have to leave and all I got to show for it was this AWESOME TRUCK!!!!! Not to mention the look on that little girls face, which was infinitely better than that mashed downs syndrome look that Ace's kid has...~
*Kathy turns the television off, and silently tears start streaming down her face as she looked at her beautiful three year old daughter and knew Rob was only saying these things to get a rise out of her husband, but still she was not strong enough not to be hurt by it.
Partly, she blamed the pregnancy for making her emotionally unstable and partly she blamed her husband for breaking his promise and coming back to nCw early.
The three month break had been good for The Conway Family, truth be told they had never been closer, but now that The Ace was back at work, it seemed that they were drifting apart again.
The man she married had one hell of an ego, he was and always had been driven to succeed, at almost any cost. Kathy knew this before she had married him...*
But now, why couldn't he see what this was doing to her? Why couldn't he see what he was doing to them? Why couldn't he listen to Bates and Randy and just accept that he couldn't win this one? Not with his odds, winning from his position would be nothing short of a Christmas miracle and everybody knew God hadn't granted one of those to anyone in over 2000 years...so why should He now?
*Kathy took a deep breath and wiped her own tears away...*
This was stupid. This whole thing was stupid, a pipe dream for 29 men and a sheer fluke for one. Why couldn't Jake see that? Why did he insist on being suckered into these childish games when he could instead be at home with his family - with her - when she was the one who needed him most, more than nCw ever had or ever would?
*The scene cuts to The Ace in a gym laying stiff shots into a punch bag and imagining every forceful punch that crushed and rocked the bag was destined to meet the face of that immature little piss stain on this earth - Rob Diamond...*
How dare you Rob?
How dare you go there on me?
Because he knew it would strike a nerve.
Because he knew it would get my attention.
Because he knew it would throw me off my game.
*A few more stiff shots in defiance of Rob's cheap tactics*
How dare you even imply that my daughter is diseased Rob? She has nothing to do with this match, and yet like some snivelling little schoolyard punk all out of 'Yo Mama' jokes, you insinuate that my...daughter...has...Downs...Syndrome...
*Those last four words are separated and punctuated by range-driven blows...*
I swear Rob if you and I meet in that ring on Sunday, I wont care about winning, all I want to make certain is that you don't win and that you never breathe another ill word against any of my family ever again...
No! That's what he wants me to think. He wants me to be so enraged that I make a mistake on Sunday, a crucial mistake that he can hopefully capitalise on. Anger clouds the mind Jake, no. If I want to humiliate Rob Diamond, I've got to be clear headed, focused...I've got to be resillient against his childish insults, to not give him the satisfaction of beating me this Sunday...
*The Ace smirks, breathing deeply, doing his best not to be overwhelmed by Rob's obvious ploy to get under his skin, but by God it wasn't easy...*
Say what you will about me Diamond, but for once in your life be a man and leave my family out of this, this match does not concern either of our families so please...please Rob grow up and stop acting like a spoilt five year old who didn't get his own way...
I get that you've had an impressive run as X-Division Champion.
I've never denied that as your only note-worthy accomplishment here in nCw.
Congratu-****ing-lations!
How many more times are you going to throw that in everybody's face?
We get it.
We just don't care anymore.
No matter how recent the accomplishment came to a bitter end, its still in the past, and this Riot match isn't about the past, it isn't about how many successful title reigns or defenses or how long those reigns were or about who we beat when and where. This match isn't about how Adam Knite almost broke my will and desire to be nCw Champion eight months ago, though if it were - the fact that I'm still here and still wrestling despite people's thoughts or opinions of me ever since that match, should at least prove to you one thing:
That I am one hell of a resillient competitor.
And that is just one of the traits a man must possess in order to trimph this Sunday.
Resilliency - its something I have in spades.
*More stiff punches rock the bag, and like a glutton for punishment, the bag keeps swinging back for more...*
Something I've always had. The ability to bounce back and keep on coming at you, for a little over two years now I've been known as nCw's resident punching bag, I've been known as a man with more lofty ambition than actual skill in the ring - someone with a Wrestling God complex amd an ego, yet I have never let people's words drive me out of the business...true there have been some close calls, instances when I've been at my lowest or too consumed with ego to see the bigger picture...
But not this time, Rob.
Not this time.
*One, two, one two, The Ace was feeling the fire inside of him blaze brighter, burn harder with every hit...*
This time I can see beyond my hatred and utter detest for you, Rob - to something far greater and infinitely more important than you ever will be to me or this company. Ordinarily I'd have to beat you down to shut you up and to humiliate you, but this Sunday all I have to do is either eliminate you myself, watch someone else eliminate you or just let you trip over your own massively inflated ego - either way, at Transgression you will not be forgiven for what you've said, not by me or anyone else you've offended. Each insult you throw just makes the bullseye on your chest that much bigger, we can all see it and Rob mark my words, when you hit the ring, it doesn't matter who's going to be around you, but you can bet your piddly ass that whoever it is will be looking to shut you up, crush your little Xtreme American Dream and most of all...
Eliminate you in a record-setting time.
Since you know, you're so proud of setting records in your career and all.
I wouldn't be surprised at all if the longest running X-Division Champion also became the fastest elimination in the first ever Riot match, how proud of your accomplishments will you be then? How often will you be boasting about that, huh? How much will the legacy you intend to forge matter then? You see this Riot match isn't about my apparent lack of a legacy...
It's about laying the foundation of one yet to come.
But hey, I tire of trying to explain any of this to you anymore Rob, ultimately its obvious that you'll never learn, just like Nelly who despite my best efforts still keeps droning on and on about how he beat me almost a year ago in a match built for me, a match that I couldn't possibly lose, but did. Even if we leave aside the dirty tactics that led to your victory for a moment, I'd like to remind you of a conceptual analogy in your American football...
Any Given Sunday.
That was your Sunday Nelly.
The one where you would beat me despite all the odds.
In this Riot match, it is similar, except that you have already had your one impossible moment in the limelight, winning this thing isn't in your future Angel - and yes I mean both of you - so please, please get off that broken record for your own sake, and furthermore tell your brother I don't need to be reminded by him or you about my odds in this match...
I know I am number one.
I have always known myself to be.
After Transgression, you all will know it too.
*The Ace smirks, knowing his word play often annoyed his opponents...*
I know its going to be an uphill battle for me, but that doesn't phase me, because as I've already said, I'm resillient, many men have knocked me down in my almost seven year career but none of them, not one has been able to keep me down, and in the end that's what this match is all about...
One is the falcrum of the Universe.
One is the pivot of this match.
Everything begins and ends with One.
It may not be the luckiest number.
But it is the most important.
Without me, there would be no start and therefore no end to this Riot.
Call it ego if you must, but I know it to be true and so too deep down do you, all of you. I am the natural beginning here, so it follows that in the cycle of things that I should also be the natural end, Everything in between will be little more than the oscillations of a punching bag being thrown off balance, but gentlemen, know this. No matter how hard you hit it, the resilliency of the bag always, always finds its way back to its starting point, and thusly in the end it will all come back to me, because I am the start and the end of twenty-nine dreams...
*The Ace loads up again and pummels into the bag, rocking it wildly with each piston-like blow, but the bag always returned for more. Determined. Resolute. Unwavering. All to further prove the former World Heavyweight Champion's point...*
I know a lot of you don't believe me, and why should you? I've made outlandish claims I couldn't live up to before in my career, but the difference is I'm going into this match differently than most of you. I will not be so bold as to proclaim myself victorious before the battle has even begun for I am not Lance Ryan, nor am I that delusional...
See Lance is the one making the ridiculous claims this time around.
And most of you would still jump at the chance to suck him off.
Why?
I've never understood it.
All he is is ego bundled in hype.
Now some would say the same about me, yet I never truly garnered the respect that he has. I've beaten him, I've been Road to the Gold Champion and I've held the World Championship too, all accomplishments you revere him for and not me, why? He goes and tells you that he tossed Joe and I out of the ring last week to prove that he could potentially win, I say no, all it proved is that at best he can eliminate two people when they're caught off guard, what about the other twenty-seven that seek to stand in your way eh, Lance? What about them? Or are you just going to pull a Steve Awesome and tell the world that you're the only real legend that matters and hope that's enough to bring half the roster to its knees when you hit the ring? They may all be lining up to take it up the ass from you, but not me...
I will never buy into your hype.
All you are to me is a caricature of your former self.
Nearly three years have passed since you were truly an Icon.
Get over it.
And get over yourself.
Speaking of getting over yourself, I guess I should offer the same advice to my old buddy Steve Awesome - I should have known that your ego was too big to remain a mystery for long, I knew you couldn't keep it up...
Layla once told me the very same thing about you actually.
They have Viagra for that sort of thing you know.
How unfortunate it is then that not even the little blue pill will help you keep up in this match.
See Steve I can make the same tired predictable old jokes too, just like you when you attack the way I cut a promo, just like you always have done. No doubt you're in a much better position than I am going into this thing, but then so are the rest of them and still it hasn't dampened my resolve here - and it won't...
Because I am resillient.
Spraking of predictable old jokes I have only three more people I'd like to address here, namely Jason, Zane and Captain Scarlet or whatever he calls himself. Funny eh, we have Captain Scarlet and Jason now has the Mysterons on his side apparently, all because he suddenly thinks he's Whitney Houston and in need of a bodyguard, well I got news for you sunshine...
*The Ace clears his throat and starts singing...*
And I, I-ah-I-ah-I will always shove youuuuuu...
Out of my ring.
See Jason, I'm not at all surprised that you think my promos would be useful to you on the john, after all I already know the mere prospect of having to face me again terrifies you, it always has, so naturally my presence causes your bowels to relax, but think of it this way, you can always repackage your effluent and market it as the new and improved Slim-N-Sexy and I doubt anyone would be able to tell the difference...
*The Ace chuckles*
Talking of waste, that just about sums up everything that comes out of your mouth, doesn't it, Scarlet Pimpernel? Not only that but it also describes what I would be doing with my time if I were to try and convince you that I'm not as bad at my job as you believe I am - I guess your inevitable elimination will prove that soon enough, and then we'll see just how red-faced you truly can get. This leads me nicely onto Zane...
Jimmy, you're making it hard for me not to agree with Rob Diamond here.
But I was sure that poetry and story telling went out the door with Dark Prophet.
You say there's a first time for everything.
I guess that's true, but there's also a last time.
Tell me Zane, how many more times will you try and fail?
Careful Jim, you might get sued by Brad for gimmick infringement if you persist in this futile effort.
The only comfort I can offer you is that yours will not be the only hopeless effort.
For 29 of us, that's all this match will ever be.
For ONE of us, it will be so much more.
For the resillient ONE amongst us, it will be glory everlasting.
*The scene cuts back to Kathy, lost in her own thoughts as she is sprawled out on the bed...*
It pains me so that I am not as resillient to all the abuse these idiots hurl at each other as he is, maybe that's why I love him. When push comes to shove, he has always been there - determined to defend my honour against those who question it. There is no question he is a rock for Solitaire and myself, I know he would die supporting my dreams and ambitions - he would give his life for us. I know that. So why can't I offer him the same? Is it because I am not resillient?
*The scene fades as Kathy sobs into her pillow, and little Solitaire looks up from the floor, concerned for her mother...*
~Rob: Awww man, I guess that means I have to leave and all I got to show for it was this AWESOME TRUCK!!!!! Not to mention the look on that little girls face, which was infinitely better than that mashed downs syndrome look that Ace's kid has...~
*Kathy turns the television off, and silently tears start streaming down her face as she looked at her beautiful three year old daughter and knew Rob was only saying these things to get a rise out of her husband, but still she was not strong enough not to be hurt by it.
Partly, she blamed the pregnancy for making her emotionally unstable and partly she blamed her husband for breaking his promise and coming back to nCw early.
The three month break had been good for The Conway Family, truth be told they had never been closer, but now that The Ace was back at work, it seemed that they were drifting apart again.
The man she married had one hell of an ego, he was and always had been driven to succeed, at almost any cost. Kathy knew this before she had married him...*
But now, why couldn't he see what this was doing to her? Why couldn't he see what he was doing to them? Why couldn't he listen to Bates and Randy and just accept that he couldn't win this one? Not with his odds, winning from his position would be nothing short of a Christmas miracle and everybody knew God hadn't granted one of those to anyone in over 2000 years...so why should He now?
*Kathy took a deep breath and wiped her own tears away...*
This was stupid. This whole thing was stupid, a pipe dream for 29 men and a sheer fluke for one. Why couldn't Jake see that? Why did he insist on being suckered into these childish games when he could instead be at home with his family - with her - when she was the one who needed him most, more than nCw ever had or ever would?
*The scene cuts to The Ace in a gym laying stiff shots into a punch bag and imagining every forceful punch that crushed and rocked the bag was destined to meet the face of that immature little piss stain on this earth - Rob Diamond...*
How dare you Rob?
How dare you go there on me?
Because he knew it would strike a nerve.
Because he knew it would get my attention.
Because he knew it would throw me off my game.
*A few more stiff shots in defiance of Rob's cheap tactics*
How dare you even imply that my daughter is diseased Rob? She has nothing to do with this match, and yet like some snivelling little schoolyard punk all out of 'Yo Mama' jokes, you insinuate that my...daughter...has...Downs...Syndrome...
*Those last four words are separated and punctuated by range-driven blows...*
I swear Rob if you and I meet in that ring on Sunday, I wont care about winning, all I want to make certain is that you don't win and that you never breathe another ill word against any of my family ever again...
No! That's what he wants me to think. He wants me to be so enraged that I make a mistake on Sunday, a crucial mistake that he can hopefully capitalise on. Anger clouds the mind Jake, no. If I want to humiliate Rob Diamond, I've got to be clear headed, focused...I've got to be resillient against his childish insults, to not give him the satisfaction of beating me this Sunday...
*The Ace smirks, breathing deeply, doing his best not to be overwhelmed by Rob's obvious ploy to get under his skin, but by God it wasn't easy...*
Say what you will about me Diamond, but for once in your life be a man and leave my family out of this, this match does not concern either of our families so please...please Rob grow up and stop acting like a spoilt five year old who didn't get his own way...
I get that you've had an impressive run as X-Division Champion.
I've never denied that as your only note-worthy accomplishment here in nCw.
Congratu-****ing-lations!
How many more times are you going to throw that in everybody's face?
We get it.
We just don't care anymore.
No matter how recent the accomplishment came to a bitter end, its still in the past, and this Riot match isn't about the past, it isn't about how many successful title reigns or defenses or how long those reigns were or about who we beat when and where. This match isn't about how Adam Knite almost broke my will and desire to be nCw Champion eight months ago, though if it were - the fact that I'm still here and still wrestling despite people's thoughts or opinions of me ever since that match, should at least prove to you one thing:
That I am one hell of a resillient competitor.
And that is just one of the traits a man must possess in order to trimph this Sunday.
Resilliency - its something I have in spades.
*More stiff punches rock the bag, and like a glutton for punishment, the bag keeps swinging back for more...*
Something I've always had. The ability to bounce back and keep on coming at you, for a little over two years now I've been known as nCw's resident punching bag, I've been known as a man with more lofty ambition than actual skill in the ring - someone with a Wrestling God complex amd an ego, yet I have never let people's words drive me out of the business...true there have been some close calls, instances when I've been at my lowest or too consumed with ego to see the bigger picture...
But not this time, Rob.
Not this time.
*One, two, one two, The Ace was feeling the fire inside of him blaze brighter, burn harder with every hit...*
This time I can see beyond my hatred and utter detest for you, Rob - to something far greater and infinitely more important than you ever will be to me or this company. Ordinarily I'd have to beat you down to shut you up and to humiliate you, but this Sunday all I have to do is either eliminate you myself, watch someone else eliminate you or just let you trip over your own massively inflated ego - either way, at Transgression you will not be forgiven for what you've said, not by me or anyone else you've offended. Each insult you throw just makes the bullseye on your chest that much bigger, we can all see it and Rob mark my words, when you hit the ring, it doesn't matter who's going to be around you, but you can bet your piddly ass that whoever it is will be looking to shut you up, crush your little Xtreme American Dream and most of all...
Eliminate you in a record-setting time.
Since you know, you're so proud of setting records in your career and all.
I wouldn't be surprised at all if the longest running X-Division Champion also became the fastest elimination in the first ever Riot match, how proud of your accomplishments will you be then? How often will you be boasting about that, huh? How much will the legacy you intend to forge matter then? You see this Riot match isn't about my apparent lack of a legacy...
It's about laying the foundation of one yet to come.
But hey, I tire of trying to explain any of this to you anymore Rob, ultimately its obvious that you'll never learn, just like Nelly who despite my best efforts still keeps droning on and on about how he beat me almost a year ago in a match built for me, a match that I couldn't possibly lose, but did. Even if we leave aside the dirty tactics that led to your victory for a moment, I'd like to remind you of a conceptual analogy in your American football...
Any Given Sunday.
That was your Sunday Nelly.
The one where you would beat me despite all the odds.
In this Riot match, it is similar, except that you have already had your one impossible moment in the limelight, winning this thing isn't in your future Angel - and yes I mean both of you - so please, please get off that broken record for your own sake, and furthermore tell your brother I don't need to be reminded by him or you about my odds in this match...
I know I am number one.
I have always known myself to be.
After Transgression, you all will know it too.
*The Ace smirks, knowing his word play often annoyed his opponents...*
I know its going to be an uphill battle for me, but that doesn't phase me, because as I've already said, I'm resillient, many men have knocked me down in my almost seven year career but none of them, not one has been able to keep me down, and in the end that's what this match is all about...
One is the falcrum of the Universe.
One is the pivot of this match.
Everything begins and ends with One.
It may not be the luckiest number.
But it is the most important.
Without me, there would be no start and therefore no end to this Riot.
Call it ego if you must, but I know it to be true and so too deep down do you, all of you. I am the natural beginning here, so it follows that in the cycle of things that I should also be the natural end, Everything in between will be little more than the oscillations of a punching bag being thrown off balance, but gentlemen, know this. No matter how hard you hit it, the resilliency of the bag always, always finds its way back to its starting point, and thusly in the end it will all come back to me, because I am the start and the end of twenty-nine dreams...
*The Ace loads up again and pummels into the bag, rocking it wildly with each piston-like blow, but the bag always returned for more. Determined. Resolute. Unwavering. All to further prove the former World Heavyweight Champion's point...*
I know a lot of you don't believe me, and why should you? I've made outlandish claims I couldn't live up to before in my career, but the difference is I'm going into this match differently than most of you. I will not be so bold as to proclaim myself victorious before the battle has even begun for I am not Lance Ryan, nor am I that delusional...
See Lance is the one making the ridiculous claims this time around.
And most of you would still jump at the chance to suck him off.
Why?
I've never understood it.
All he is is ego bundled in hype.
Now some would say the same about me, yet I never truly garnered the respect that he has. I've beaten him, I've been Road to the Gold Champion and I've held the World Championship too, all accomplishments you revere him for and not me, why? He goes and tells you that he tossed Joe and I out of the ring last week to prove that he could potentially win, I say no, all it proved is that at best he can eliminate two people when they're caught off guard, what about the other twenty-seven that seek to stand in your way eh, Lance? What about them? Or are you just going to pull a Steve Awesome and tell the world that you're the only real legend that matters and hope that's enough to bring half the roster to its knees when you hit the ring? They may all be lining up to take it up the ass from you, but not me...
I will never buy into your hype.
All you are to me is a caricature of your former self.
Nearly three years have passed since you were truly an Icon.
Get over it.
And get over yourself.
Speaking of getting over yourself, I guess I should offer the same advice to my old buddy Steve Awesome - I should have known that your ego was too big to remain a mystery for long, I knew you couldn't keep it up...
Layla once told me the very same thing about you actually.
They have Viagra for that sort of thing you know.
How unfortunate it is then that not even the little blue pill will help you keep up in this match.
See Steve I can make the same tired predictable old jokes too, just like you when you attack the way I cut a promo, just like you always have done. No doubt you're in a much better position than I am going into this thing, but then so are the rest of them and still it hasn't dampened my resolve here - and it won't...
Because I am resillient.
Spraking of predictable old jokes I have only three more people I'd like to address here, namely Jason, Zane and Captain Scarlet or whatever he calls himself. Funny eh, we have Captain Scarlet and Jason now has the Mysterons on his side apparently, all because he suddenly thinks he's Whitney Houston and in need of a bodyguard, well I got news for you sunshine...
*The Ace clears his throat and starts singing...*
And I, I-ah-I-ah-I will always shove youuuuuu...
Out of my ring.
See Jason, I'm not at all surprised that you think my promos would be useful to you on the john, after all I already know the mere prospect of having to face me again terrifies you, it always has, so naturally my presence causes your bowels to relax, but think of it this way, you can always repackage your effluent and market it as the new and improved Slim-N-Sexy and I doubt anyone would be able to tell the difference...
*The Ace chuckles*
Talking of waste, that just about sums up everything that comes out of your mouth, doesn't it, Scarlet Pimpernel? Not only that but it also describes what I would be doing with my time if I were to try and convince you that I'm not as bad at my job as you believe I am - I guess your inevitable elimination will prove that soon enough, and then we'll see just how red-faced you truly can get. This leads me nicely onto Zane...
Jimmy, you're making it hard for me not to agree with Rob Diamond here.
But I was sure that poetry and story telling went out the door with Dark Prophet.
You say there's a first time for everything.
I guess that's true, but there's also a last time.
Tell me Zane, how many more times will you try and fail?
Careful Jim, you might get sued by Brad for gimmick infringement if you persist in this futile effort.
The only comfort I can offer you is that yours will not be the only hopeless effort.
For 29 of us, that's all this match will ever be.
For ONE of us, it will be so much more.
For the resillient ONE amongst us, it will be glory everlasting.
*The scene cuts back to Kathy, lost in her own thoughts as she is sprawled out on the bed...*
It pains me so that I am not as resillient to all the abuse these idiots hurl at each other as he is, maybe that's why I love him. When push comes to shove, he has always been there - determined to defend my honour against those who question it. There is no question he is a rock for Solitaire and myself, I know he would die supporting my dreams and ambitions - he would give his life for us. I know that. So why can't I offer him the same? Is it because I am not resillient?
*The scene fades as Kathy sobs into her pillow, and little Solitaire looks up from the floor, concerned for her mother...*