Post by The Ace on Feb 7, 2010 18:07:47 GMT -5
Credit: www.newchampionshipwrestling.com/theace.html
Funny isn't it? You let the excitement build, you wait all year for it and before you know it, its all over. Christmas, I mean...though I suppose now the same could be said for the Riot match. Fourty-eight hours from now it'll all be over, the excitement will dissipate and 29 of us will wake up on Monday morning with the feeling of disappointment that you get when you get a pair of socks for Christmas instead of a PlayStation 3.
Forty-eight hours from now 29 of us will be cursing that one lucky bastard who not only somehow managed to survive for however long they were in there, but also to ultimately win the Riot Match, in much the same way you curse that rich spoilt brat across the street from you who already has an X-Box, a Wii and a Nintendo DS only to be given a PS3 too and he still has the gall to complain about how its not fair that his parents bought him Fifa 10 instead of Tekken 6.
Son of a - doesn't he realise how lucky he is? No, because just like the winner of the Riot, irrespective of his entry number, he will not cite luck as the reason for his extremely good fortune but rather that he deserved it.
Little Johnny deserved his Playstation 3 because he was Little Johnny and Little Johnny always got what he wanted, he wasn't arrogant, oh no - just confident...meanwhile you had spent the entire year doing your chores, helping run the family business and generally pretty much working your ass off all year, just like you do every year and you still didn't get it this year. Christmas has come and gone. Oh well...maybe next year, there's always next year right?
I feel your pain boys and girls, you see some people have been lucky their entire careers and never truly appreciated it, they have always gotten what they wanted and now expect no different. As far as they're concerned, things never change for them and they shouldn't ever have to.
Every once in a while though, things happen, things change and they never see it coming, their luck runs out and they're forced to accept that life doesn't always give them what they want - and when that happens, you'll get your Playstation 3 and they'll get their socks.
That's how I feel going into this match on Sunday, you see unlike Christmas, there is no guarantee that there will be a next year for me to win a match like this. I mean hell nCw has been through two years without a match that is anything like this Riot promises to be, when its all said and done management will declare it either a success or a failure, either way we'll be lucky to ever get this opportunity again - at least that's how I see it.
My only real objection to this match is the timing of it. Christmas week is never a good week to have a major Pay-Per-View event, not when we should be spending time at home with our families, but then I suppose that's all part and parcel of being a wrestler - we're all contractually obliged to compete whenever we're booked, but we're not obliged to cut promos, so I've taken a few days off this week to spend Christmas with my family - and to show my wife that she's still important to me, thusly there isn't another promo in me this week, only this: A blog.
Only a quick blog mind you whilst Kathy's still asleep this morning, it was a wild Christmas yesteday you see and I'm far too tired and hungover to step out infront of a camera and cut down all of those who have chosen to work through the holidays anyway.
I have to treat this as my one and only chance to prove myself worthy of being called The Ace, not just to my 29 peers in this match but also to this entire company who still doubt that I can do this, and why wouldn't they? All I've had on my own are five week title runs, hardly impressive is it? Not when you compare it to the merits of some of the other guys in this match.
If you ask most of my colleagues and even some of the fans out there reading this right now, they'll say I've had some lucky moments in my career, but not many. Perhaps then I have been luckiest in my personal life, how did I get such a wonderful wife and family?
Perhaps that should be enough, perhaps I don't deserve anymore, perhaps that's really as lucky as I'm ever going to get. Indeed if you look at my entry number and my chances this Sunday, that may well be true, but it's not what I believe deep down in my heart.
You see Christmas is a time for believing in the impossible my friends, for believing in the magic rather than the truth, because let's face it the truth of the world is ugly, that's why all of us in this match are striving to ignore it for as long as we can - and we'll be fine so long as we're not brought crashing back down to earth feet first. However for 29 of us that's exactly what will happen.
I know I will be lucky to win a match like this, and so long as I have the belief, the impossible can and will happen. The impossible I speak of is not Lance Ryan winning - in fact if Lance wins it'll be far more ordinary than extraordinary as far as this company is concerned. Lance is expected to win everything, his career proves it, he's made history so many times the rest of us always had a tough act to follow.
But boys and girls as you know Christmas is hardly a time for the ordinary - no - Christmas is a time for the extraordinary, winning from the half way mark would hardly be extraordinary would it, but winning from positions 1, 3 or 5, would be extraordinarily odd wouldn't it? Christmas may have come and gone, but its extraordinary magic still lingers in the air for those of us who still believe.
Do you believe? Do you believe in me children? Do you believe in me as firmly as you believed in Santa Claus 48 hours ago? Because I need you to believe in me kids, in 48 hours I need your belief in me to keep the Christmas magic alive. Together we can ride this wave of magic into the New Year - a New Year, a year without the same old icons like Lance, a year without the same old words rehashed from old promos by Nelly, a year without the same old promises of your salvation from Angel and a year without the same old Bates telling us over and over and over again to shut up but ironically being unwilling to take his own advice.
A new year, a year without Rob Diamond's same old schoolyard and infantile humour berating everybody, a year without Xavier Williams' and Joe Everyman's same old rather cavalier dedication to the business being indulged, a year without Jason's same old verbal and talentless inconsistencies being compensated for and a new year, a year without Zane thinking the same old catchphrases still fly.
But most of all boys and girls, let's ensure that this New Year will be a year where Lance's same old tired and worn ego is not allowed to flourish and put words in my mouth and furthermore that he is not allowed to talk to me like I'm an idiot who has forgotten how this match is supposed to work. I may be insignificant Lance, but in life its often the things of apparently little significance that change your perceptions of the world so drastically.
I know cowards will be entering this match and looking for easy eliminations by attacking from behind, and whilst it may end up working for a while, there is no skill in that, nothing to be proud of, hardly anything iconic about going through this match in that fashion. All it would prove to me if you won by those tactics would be that you were passed your prime - and you knew it. More than that, if you insist upon victory by such means, then please don't bitch when I show you that that which is good enough for the goose is good enough for the gander.
As Lance has already pointed out, I am not beyond such means and if I so choose I may tempt luck to my side and try to win any way I can, I am number one after all and furhermore enough people hate me it seems so really who could blame me for trying my luck in such a cheap manner? A year ago that may well have been my game plan but now I see much more worth in proving myself to be extraordinary - and what else would I be if I won from my position in this match?
Some may say I would be lucky. Others may say I would be extraordinary. Whatever I turn out to be, I would be extraordinarily lucky.
Funny isn't it? You let the excitement build, you wait all year for it and before you know it, its all over. Christmas, I mean...though I suppose now the same could be said for the Riot match. Fourty-eight hours from now it'll all be over, the excitement will dissipate and 29 of us will wake up on Monday morning with the feeling of disappointment that you get when you get a pair of socks for Christmas instead of a PlayStation 3.
Forty-eight hours from now 29 of us will be cursing that one lucky bastard who not only somehow managed to survive for however long they were in there, but also to ultimately win the Riot Match, in much the same way you curse that rich spoilt brat across the street from you who already has an X-Box, a Wii and a Nintendo DS only to be given a PS3 too and he still has the gall to complain about how its not fair that his parents bought him Fifa 10 instead of Tekken 6.
Son of a - doesn't he realise how lucky he is? No, because just like the winner of the Riot, irrespective of his entry number, he will not cite luck as the reason for his extremely good fortune but rather that he deserved it.
Little Johnny deserved his Playstation 3 because he was Little Johnny and Little Johnny always got what he wanted, he wasn't arrogant, oh no - just confident...meanwhile you had spent the entire year doing your chores, helping run the family business and generally pretty much working your ass off all year, just like you do every year and you still didn't get it this year. Christmas has come and gone. Oh well...maybe next year, there's always next year right?
I feel your pain boys and girls, you see some people have been lucky their entire careers and never truly appreciated it, they have always gotten what they wanted and now expect no different. As far as they're concerned, things never change for them and they shouldn't ever have to.
Every once in a while though, things happen, things change and they never see it coming, their luck runs out and they're forced to accept that life doesn't always give them what they want - and when that happens, you'll get your Playstation 3 and they'll get their socks.
That's how I feel going into this match on Sunday, you see unlike Christmas, there is no guarantee that there will be a next year for me to win a match like this. I mean hell nCw has been through two years without a match that is anything like this Riot promises to be, when its all said and done management will declare it either a success or a failure, either way we'll be lucky to ever get this opportunity again - at least that's how I see it.
My only real objection to this match is the timing of it. Christmas week is never a good week to have a major Pay-Per-View event, not when we should be spending time at home with our families, but then I suppose that's all part and parcel of being a wrestler - we're all contractually obliged to compete whenever we're booked, but we're not obliged to cut promos, so I've taken a few days off this week to spend Christmas with my family - and to show my wife that she's still important to me, thusly there isn't another promo in me this week, only this: A blog.
Only a quick blog mind you whilst Kathy's still asleep this morning, it was a wild Christmas yesteday you see and I'm far too tired and hungover to step out infront of a camera and cut down all of those who have chosen to work through the holidays anyway.
I have to treat this as my one and only chance to prove myself worthy of being called The Ace, not just to my 29 peers in this match but also to this entire company who still doubt that I can do this, and why wouldn't they? All I've had on my own are five week title runs, hardly impressive is it? Not when you compare it to the merits of some of the other guys in this match.
If you ask most of my colleagues and even some of the fans out there reading this right now, they'll say I've had some lucky moments in my career, but not many. Perhaps then I have been luckiest in my personal life, how did I get such a wonderful wife and family?
Perhaps that should be enough, perhaps I don't deserve anymore, perhaps that's really as lucky as I'm ever going to get. Indeed if you look at my entry number and my chances this Sunday, that may well be true, but it's not what I believe deep down in my heart.
You see Christmas is a time for believing in the impossible my friends, for believing in the magic rather than the truth, because let's face it the truth of the world is ugly, that's why all of us in this match are striving to ignore it for as long as we can - and we'll be fine so long as we're not brought crashing back down to earth feet first. However for 29 of us that's exactly what will happen.
I know I will be lucky to win a match like this, and so long as I have the belief, the impossible can and will happen. The impossible I speak of is not Lance Ryan winning - in fact if Lance wins it'll be far more ordinary than extraordinary as far as this company is concerned. Lance is expected to win everything, his career proves it, he's made history so many times the rest of us always had a tough act to follow.
But boys and girls as you know Christmas is hardly a time for the ordinary - no - Christmas is a time for the extraordinary, winning from the half way mark would hardly be extraordinary would it, but winning from positions 1, 3 or 5, would be extraordinarily odd wouldn't it? Christmas may have come and gone, but its extraordinary magic still lingers in the air for those of us who still believe.
Do you believe? Do you believe in me children? Do you believe in me as firmly as you believed in Santa Claus 48 hours ago? Because I need you to believe in me kids, in 48 hours I need your belief in me to keep the Christmas magic alive. Together we can ride this wave of magic into the New Year - a New Year, a year without the same old icons like Lance, a year without the same old words rehashed from old promos by Nelly, a year without the same old promises of your salvation from Angel and a year without the same old Bates telling us over and over and over again to shut up but ironically being unwilling to take his own advice.
A new year, a year without Rob Diamond's same old schoolyard and infantile humour berating everybody, a year without Xavier Williams' and Joe Everyman's same old rather cavalier dedication to the business being indulged, a year without Jason's same old verbal and talentless inconsistencies being compensated for and a new year, a year without Zane thinking the same old catchphrases still fly.
But most of all boys and girls, let's ensure that this New Year will be a year where Lance's same old tired and worn ego is not allowed to flourish and put words in my mouth and furthermore that he is not allowed to talk to me like I'm an idiot who has forgotten how this match is supposed to work. I may be insignificant Lance, but in life its often the things of apparently little significance that change your perceptions of the world so drastically.
I know cowards will be entering this match and looking for easy eliminations by attacking from behind, and whilst it may end up working for a while, there is no skill in that, nothing to be proud of, hardly anything iconic about going through this match in that fashion. All it would prove to me if you won by those tactics would be that you were passed your prime - and you knew it. More than that, if you insist upon victory by such means, then please don't bitch when I show you that that which is good enough for the goose is good enough for the gander.
As Lance has already pointed out, I am not beyond such means and if I so choose I may tempt luck to my side and try to win any way I can, I am number one after all and furhermore enough people hate me it seems so really who could blame me for trying my luck in such a cheap manner? A year ago that may well have been my game plan but now I see much more worth in proving myself to be extraordinary - and what else would I be if I won from my position in this match?
Some may say I would be lucky. Others may say I would be extraordinary. Whatever I turn out to be, I would be extraordinarily lucky.