Post by The Ace on Mar 29, 2015 0:23:00 GMT
The scene opens with The Ace sat in a comfortable black leather arm chair. Behind him is a trophy cabinet stacked with replicas of various championship belts, most notably on the top shelf and in clear view was not any of the four World Championships he had earned throughout his twelve year career, but rather a secondary Championship. A Championship he had become synonymous with in the company that was the predecessor to the Imperial Wrestling Federation, the NCW National Championship.
The Ace is wearing a plain white shirt, the top three buttons of which are undone. He looks directly into the camera as he speaks.
Let's not kid ourselves Malaki, in spite of what Rob Diamond might tell you or what he might choose to believe about this match, I am in this match because I want your Man Of Steel Championship. I want it first and foremost because becoming a Champion would mean that I am entitled to monetary bonuses and with those bonuses comes a better life for my wife and daughters, a better life for my family.
For a man like me, for a devoted husband and father like me, there is no greater cause worth fighting for in this world today.
I don't expect you to understand why exactly that is, and something tells me that by the time you do, it'll all be a little too late anyway.
It is so much easier to march through this life with an air of ignorance, than it is to understand. Rob Diamond, Joey Leroux and even you my dear Malaki Toala, the three of you, you all wear your ignorances like badges of honour. You present your lack of understanding as something your fans should aspire towards, and because they know no better, the people you fight for buy it. Thousands of empty, unfulfilled, unhappy faces buy tickets every week, and millions more tune in at home, and every time they do, they believe in you that little bit more. You and Rob are heroes to them, Malaki, but where they see only heroes, I see only liars.
I see only panderers.
I see only false idols.
I am the most honest man on the roster, and because of that I am hated, I am booed. I am jeered and I am reviled. It used to bother me, but not now. Now I see their adulation for the joke it really is.
I understand just what it is that I gave up in devoting myself to keeping the hearts and minds of only a chosen few. A special few. In embracing one universal truth, I gave up a million lies from a million liars. Liars that now cling to you. Liars that now cheer you. Liars that now chant for you.
It feels great, doesn't it? I know it does.
It gets the heart pumping, doesn't it? I know it does.
It sends the adrenalin coursing through your veins, doesn't it? I know it does.
It makes you feel invincible, doesn't it Malaki?
I know it does, oh how I know it does! It's an alluring little lie while it lasts, it really is. Years go by before you realise how hollow the sentiments of those who scream for you are.
The Ace shakes his head and then laughs.
This Sunday at High Stakes, it is you Malaki Toala, who are that hero. You're coming in, riding the waves high as The Man Of Steel, looking to be that all conquering Samoan warrior. The Gladiator. The man who never backs down from a challenge, and never flinches, even when the odds are against him. It is a thin line between bravery and ignorance my friend, so far you have ridden it well, but the ride won't last forever.
This little three way dance of ours gentlemen, it's not really going to be a match as much as it is going to be a game of survival.
That's what triple threats are and what they have always been. I have spent the last dozen years learning how to survive and adapt in this business. There really is no substitute for the kind of experience I have in a wrestling ring, Rob knows that, why else do you think he tries so hard to deny that he is already in way over his head?
Rob Diamond is a man who deflects his fear with a childish brand of humour, and whilst it bamboozles so many, I know him too well. I have known him too long. I was there when he broke into this business seven years ago. I listened when he stood up and told the world that he modelled himself as The King Of Diamonds because of me.
He is and always has been afraid to stand alone in this business, first he stood with his sister Shelly, then he stood with various incarnations of Infamous, and most recently he tried to stand with me, but I forced him to stand alone. I forced him to do that because I know he relies far too much on appointing himself with grandiose monikers, all of which are much too big for him.
That's why I couldn't be his friend, and I couldn't be his Tag Team partner. I refused to carry him so he crawled back to the only man in this company who would - Spike Kane.
Rob claimed his finger back from Spike long enough to give it to me, but it's okay because this match isn't really about him and I, no, it's about you and me Malaki.
Rob has just been thrown into this match to offer him some chance of retribution for what I did to him at Danger Zone, but I'm really not as interested in indulging him in another pissing contest as I am in testing myself against yet another Champion of this company.
You, Malaki Toala.
The current reigning and defending Man of Steel Champion. The man who has proclaimed so proudly that he will bring that belt back to prominence and that he will take it to new heights. You have declared so much in your bid to be taken seriously as the Samoan Battering Ram. Such bold declaration, such relentless ambition, such drive, and that is why I am looking forward to this match.
I know you're looking forward to this too Malaki, possibly even more so than me and I really can't blame you. It's not every day some fresh blood gets to test his metal against the veteran or vice versa.
Like Rob seeks his own vengeance against me, I know part of you is also seeking some kind of retribution after Cliff Clinton cost you a match against me because you're a proud man, aren't you Malaki?
You pride yourself as a man who is always ready for a fight, and you better believe I will give you one. As much as you and Joey may not agree with my wife's decision, the fact is I have proven myself more than worthy of being a challenger for you.
If you really don't think me standing my ground with current Imperial Champions, pinning former Imperial Champions and surviving four on one Gauntlets is enough proof that I deserve my shot and my place in this match, then you may be a proud warrior but you're also a damned fool, Malaki.
Anything else you want to argue about those wins is pure technicality. The kind of stuff that is of interest to men like Mike Laszlo and Alex Jones. They like to hang their hats on such trivialities , but I don't, Malaki. I prefer a man to be as honest with me as I am with him.
I'd like to think you're a no nonsense kind of guy Malaki. I'd like to think that if the opportunity presents itself for either of us to pin the third man in this match, we will take it and then neither of us will bitch about how one of us never really beat the other.
I know you're man enough to accept your losses, and do it with dignity, just like you did when you lost the Imperial Championship. I want to believe that has something to do with your mighty Samoan heritage, I really do, but then I stop and I think about it for a moment and I realise that maybe I'm giving you far more credit here than you actually deserve.
As proud of a Samoan warrior as you proclaim to be, I still see a man who is lead so easily astray by the idiots he surrounds himself with. As damn good as you are in that ring sunshine, you're still a man who interrupted me and my wife on our date a couple of weeks ago.
You went out of your way to attack me outside of business hours to make your point, and maybe I could respect you for it if it was a plan entirely of your own volition, but we both know it wasn't. We both know you're not that petty. Your advocate Joey however, is. It was his idea. It was his plan. So now what happens between you and I this Sunday might as well be his fault.
Whilst you may possess a warrior's strength and a warrior's soul Malaki, it is obvious to me that you do not yet possess a warrior's will. Maybe I can attribute that to youth and inexperience, or maybe I'm just giving you excuses because I want to believe you are a better man than your actions thus far have shown you to be.
Maybe you're not as dedicated a warrior as I thought you were, maybe you're just a coward. Maybe you're just a young lion being manipulated by sheep.
I expected such infantile antics from Rob Diamond, but not from you, not from Malaki Toala.
Jake Conway is awoken from his half-remembered dream this Saturday morning by the sound of his wife, Kathy singing.
Her voice is muffled and her words rendered unclear by the sound of the running water that accompanied her song, she often sang in the shower. Mostly when she thought he was asleep, and often he would pretend to be just so he could hear her.
She was embarrassed to indulge herself in such idle fancies in front of him.
So often she had told him of her dreams as a young girl. Dreams of taking centre stage. As a singer or a dancer, she didn't know which back then. As she grew older and more practical however, those dreams faded and were replaced by a deep-seeded ambition to follow in the footsteps of a man she had admired her whole life, her father, Police Captain Robert Jones.
Jake suddenly recalled the first time he met her and more specifically how stunning she looked in her uniform. He had always had a special attraction to women in uniform, maybe because women in uniform were often also women in power, and there was no denying that she had always held a special power over him.
Jake swung his legs out from under the sheets, pulling them to one side. His bare feet touched the floor and he rubbed the crust of sleep from his eyes. He stood up and smiled, dressed only in his white boxer shorts.
He walked across the room and locked the bedroom door, his grin growing wider. He then turned and pushed the door to their luxury en suite bathroom open slowly. He stepped onto the cold tiled floor but didn't let it bother him as he was far more concerned with the seductive silhouette which sang to him from behind the frosted glass door of the shower.
Jake let his boxers fall to his ankles and kicked them away across the floor before he slowly slid open the shower door and slipped in behind his wife in the shower. He brushed some of her hair away from her ear and she jumped slightly as she became aware of his presence.
Jake: Remind me never to watch Splash with you before bed.
Kathy smiled.
Kathy: Why? It's one of the classics.
Jake: I had the weirdest dream, me and the kids were on this boat and you were some kind of mermaid singing to me in the water, like a siren. I can't remember all of it, but it was weird.
Kathy turns around into his embrace. She locks eyes with him and her arms around his waist pulling him in.
Kathy: A siren huh? Maybe I am, because here you are, lured in by my charms.
Jake: Well, I have always been helpless to them, especially when they're all hot, wet and soapy like that.
Kathy giggles as he runs his fingers through her hair as they stand under the shower head together. She pulls him close and they kiss passionately, each helpless to the other, taking turns to lead in this seductive dance of their most basic and primal instincts.
Two of a kind.
A perfect match.
In love and in war.
The Ace shakes his head and sighs.
Maybe Kathy is right, maybe I have misjudged you. Deep down somewhere inside of me, part of me wants to believe in you as the kind of Champion that the Man Of Steel deserves. I know that, I know it is the part of me who doesn't really want to do this anymore.
It is the part of me who knows I'm getting too old for this.
It the part of me who just wants to sit at home and play with my kids.
At the same time there is another part of me, Malaki.
A part of me that I don't listen to quite as much anymore.
A part of me that I perhaps don't listen to as often as I should.
A part of me who actually is the proud wrestler I thought you were. A vicious, sadistic, ruthless, unforgiving part of me.
The part so many people choose to forget because I have made the best of my life as a husband and father. The part of me that was fostered, nurtured and grown so long ago now by the man who as much as he hates me for everything I have in my life never misses an opportunity to remind the world that he mentored me.
I learned so much more from that sick son of a bitch than I think even he realises. I shunned most of the lessons he tried to teach me inside a wrestling ring, not because I was ignorant or cocky, but because I wasn't motivated by the same pain he was. I wasn't driven by the same vices he was. I wasn't abandoned by the people I needed most, no, it was quite the opposite in fact.
I abandoned the people who needed me most.
The camera zooms out just a little to show us that Jake is holding a photograph of a himself as a handsome fifteen year old and a pretty thirteen year old Louise McDowell. He has her arm around her and she has her head on his shoulder.
He puts the picture aside on one of the arm rests.
Never again.
Never again, that is what I promised, that is what I have sworn.
For a dozen years now I have seen Spike Kane consumed by the need to belong, the need to be adored, the need to be wanted. All needs the poor bastard never truly got from anywhere else but from this business, and that is why he can't understand how I have managed to find them all in my wife and my children, that is why he hates me as much as he does but the irony is that if I hadn't seen with my own eyes his vices destroy him, I wouldn't have overcome my own.
I wouldn't have realised what was truly important in this life.
I wouldn't have been able to finally forgive myself.
The Ace takes a deep breath as he reaches off to the side and pulls the steel roulette table rake that was propped up against the side of his chair into shot. It is currently in it's fully retracted state.
Forgive a middle aged man for his indulgences Malaki, but I hope you understand now my point about will. I've had mine tested on more than one occasion in this life. It was hard to learn to forgive myself for my inaction as a young man, much harder than it is now certainly. My will, my direction, my decision to step inside a wrestling ring, all of it can be traced back to one moment in 1989.
One Glaswegian summer, the summer things changed for me forever.
The first time the hammer struck the anvil and my iron will began to reveal itself. With every beat of my bleeding heart, the steel of my armour began to be forged. It has taken me years Malaki to become the man I see in the mirror today, and this Sunday I push myself beyond even those limits as I once more rise to a challenge that will make me or break me.
The world mocks my heart, so many of them have tried to tear it from my chest, Malaki.
Jake twirls the rake around in his hand, and smiles as he regards what is engraved upon the handle.
Always & Forever
Love, Kat
Jake then starts to slowly unscrew and reveal the solid steel rod at the core of the rake.
This Sunday you and Rob will see just how far I will go to protect it and just how iron my will really is. Once I have that Championship in my grasp Malaki, once I tear it from your fallen body, then you and Rob will know that I am no longer just a man of yesterday.
I am a man of tomorrow.
Without the past there is no future, and thus without me, there is no salvation, no hope, no way for this company to move forward. Without me, there is no prosperity for Rob Diamond or Malaki Toala. Nobody else is willing to save either of you from yourselves.
I will not allow the Man Of Steel Championship to be overshadowed by the childish endeavours of a "Caramel Bear", if you have no respect for yourself or your position in this company and more importantly if you cannot do all that is necessary and ditch those that seek only to make a mockery of who you are, then my friend you don't deserve to be a Champion.
If you cannot carry yourself with the proper decorum and respect that belt deserves, it's time to move over for someone who can. It isn't the first time such a responsibility has fallen upon my shoulders Malaki, I have restored the legacy of so many of the titles you see behind me in my time in this business, and I can and will do it again. I will do exactly what Roberto Verona expects me to do.
Bring value and prestige back to this business. Values that have been lost today because they're too old fashioned for the modern generation of young professional wrestler. Having no respect for me is one thing boys, but having no respect for the things I love?
That will not stand and neither will the two of you when it's all said and done.
The Ace is wearing a plain white shirt, the top three buttons of which are undone. He looks directly into the camera as he speaks.
Let's not kid ourselves Malaki, in spite of what Rob Diamond might tell you or what he might choose to believe about this match, I am in this match because I want your Man Of Steel Championship. I want it first and foremost because becoming a Champion would mean that I am entitled to monetary bonuses and with those bonuses comes a better life for my wife and daughters, a better life for my family.
For a man like me, for a devoted husband and father like me, there is no greater cause worth fighting for in this world today.
I don't expect you to understand why exactly that is, and something tells me that by the time you do, it'll all be a little too late anyway.
It is so much easier to march through this life with an air of ignorance, than it is to understand. Rob Diamond, Joey Leroux and even you my dear Malaki Toala, the three of you, you all wear your ignorances like badges of honour. You present your lack of understanding as something your fans should aspire towards, and because they know no better, the people you fight for buy it. Thousands of empty, unfulfilled, unhappy faces buy tickets every week, and millions more tune in at home, and every time they do, they believe in you that little bit more. You and Rob are heroes to them, Malaki, but where they see only heroes, I see only liars.
I see only panderers.
I see only false idols.
I am the most honest man on the roster, and because of that I am hated, I am booed. I am jeered and I am reviled. It used to bother me, but not now. Now I see their adulation for the joke it really is.
I understand just what it is that I gave up in devoting myself to keeping the hearts and minds of only a chosen few. A special few. In embracing one universal truth, I gave up a million lies from a million liars. Liars that now cling to you. Liars that now cheer you. Liars that now chant for you.
It feels great, doesn't it? I know it does.
It gets the heart pumping, doesn't it? I know it does.
It sends the adrenalin coursing through your veins, doesn't it? I know it does.
It makes you feel invincible, doesn't it Malaki?
I know it does, oh how I know it does! It's an alluring little lie while it lasts, it really is. Years go by before you realise how hollow the sentiments of those who scream for you are.
The Ace shakes his head and then laughs.
This Sunday at High Stakes, it is you Malaki Toala, who are that hero. You're coming in, riding the waves high as The Man Of Steel, looking to be that all conquering Samoan warrior. The Gladiator. The man who never backs down from a challenge, and never flinches, even when the odds are against him. It is a thin line between bravery and ignorance my friend, so far you have ridden it well, but the ride won't last forever.
This little three way dance of ours gentlemen, it's not really going to be a match as much as it is going to be a game of survival.
That's what triple threats are and what they have always been. I have spent the last dozen years learning how to survive and adapt in this business. There really is no substitute for the kind of experience I have in a wrestling ring, Rob knows that, why else do you think he tries so hard to deny that he is already in way over his head?
Rob Diamond is a man who deflects his fear with a childish brand of humour, and whilst it bamboozles so many, I know him too well. I have known him too long. I was there when he broke into this business seven years ago. I listened when he stood up and told the world that he modelled himself as The King Of Diamonds because of me.
He is and always has been afraid to stand alone in this business, first he stood with his sister Shelly, then he stood with various incarnations of Infamous, and most recently he tried to stand with me, but I forced him to stand alone. I forced him to do that because I know he relies far too much on appointing himself with grandiose monikers, all of which are much too big for him.
That's why I couldn't be his friend, and I couldn't be his Tag Team partner. I refused to carry him so he crawled back to the only man in this company who would - Spike Kane.
Rob claimed his finger back from Spike long enough to give it to me, but it's okay because this match isn't really about him and I, no, it's about you and me Malaki.
Rob has just been thrown into this match to offer him some chance of retribution for what I did to him at Danger Zone, but I'm really not as interested in indulging him in another pissing contest as I am in testing myself against yet another Champion of this company.
You, Malaki Toala.
The current reigning and defending Man of Steel Champion. The man who has proclaimed so proudly that he will bring that belt back to prominence and that he will take it to new heights. You have declared so much in your bid to be taken seriously as the Samoan Battering Ram. Such bold declaration, such relentless ambition, such drive, and that is why I am looking forward to this match.
I know you're looking forward to this too Malaki, possibly even more so than me and I really can't blame you. It's not every day some fresh blood gets to test his metal against the veteran or vice versa.
Like Rob seeks his own vengeance against me, I know part of you is also seeking some kind of retribution after Cliff Clinton cost you a match against me because you're a proud man, aren't you Malaki?
You pride yourself as a man who is always ready for a fight, and you better believe I will give you one. As much as you and Joey may not agree with my wife's decision, the fact is I have proven myself more than worthy of being a challenger for you.
If you really don't think me standing my ground with current Imperial Champions, pinning former Imperial Champions and surviving four on one Gauntlets is enough proof that I deserve my shot and my place in this match, then you may be a proud warrior but you're also a damned fool, Malaki.
Anything else you want to argue about those wins is pure technicality. The kind of stuff that is of interest to men like Mike Laszlo and Alex Jones. They like to hang their hats on such trivialities , but I don't, Malaki. I prefer a man to be as honest with me as I am with him.
I'd like to think you're a no nonsense kind of guy Malaki. I'd like to think that if the opportunity presents itself for either of us to pin the third man in this match, we will take it and then neither of us will bitch about how one of us never really beat the other.
I know you're man enough to accept your losses, and do it with dignity, just like you did when you lost the Imperial Championship. I want to believe that has something to do with your mighty Samoan heritage, I really do, but then I stop and I think about it for a moment and I realise that maybe I'm giving you far more credit here than you actually deserve.
As proud of a Samoan warrior as you proclaim to be, I still see a man who is lead so easily astray by the idiots he surrounds himself with. As damn good as you are in that ring sunshine, you're still a man who interrupted me and my wife on our date a couple of weeks ago.
You went out of your way to attack me outside of business hours to make your point, and maybe I could respect you for it if it was a plan entirely of your own volition, but we both know it wasn't. We both know you're not that petty. Your advocate Joey however, is. It was his idea. It was his plan. So now what happens between you and I this Sunday might as well be his fault.
Whilst you may possess a warrior's strength and a warrior's soul Malaki, it is obvious to me that you do not yet possess a warrior's will. Maybe I can attribute that to youth and inexperience, or maybe I'm just giving you excuses because I want to believe you are a better man than your actions thus far have shown you to be.
Maybe you're not as dedicated a warrior as I thought you were, maybe you're just a coward. Maybe you're just a young lion being manipulated by sheep.
I expected such infantile antics from Rob Diamond, but not from you, not from Malaki Toala.
Waves crash up against the rocks as the little raft Jake finds himself in is pulled by forces entirely beyond his control towards the shore. His children appear beside his side and yell for their mother.
Jake spots a naked, half submerged Kathy in the ocean ahead of them, it is unclear whether she is calling to him or singing to him as she swims towards the rocks. There are two other ghost ships floating unmanned beside them. Suddenly a large grey fish tail emerges beside her and the alluring siren continues her song.
Her voice is muffled and her words rendered unclear by the sound of the running water that accompanied her song, she often sang in the shower. Mostly when she thought he was asleep, and often he would pretend to be just so he could hear her.
She was embarrassed to indulge herself in such idle fancies in front of him.
So often she had told him of her dreams as a young girl. Dreams of taking centre stage. As a singer or a dancer, she didn't know which back then. As she grew older and more practical however, those dreams faded and were replaced by a deep-seeded ambition to follow in the footsteps of a man she had admired her whole life, her father, Police Captain Robert Jones.
Jake suddenly recalled the first time he met her and more specifically how stunning she looked in her uniform. He had always had a special attraction to women in uniform, maybe because women in uniform were often also women in power, and there was no denying that she had always held a special power over him.
Jake swung his legs out from under the sheets, pulling them to one side. His bare feet touched the floor and he rubbed the crust of sleep from his eyes. He stood up and smiled, dressed only in his white boxer shorts.
He walked across the room and locked the bedroom door, his grin growing wider. He then turned and pushed the door to their luxury en suite bathroom open slowly. He stepped onto the cold tiled floor but didn't let it bother him as he was far more concerned with the seductive silhouette which sang to him from behind the frosted glass door of the shower.
Jake let his boxers fall to his ankles and kicked them away across the floor before he slowly slid open the shower door and slipped in behind his wife in the shower. He brushed some of her hair away from her ear and she jumped slightly as she became aware of his presence.
Jake: Remind me never to watch Splash with you before bed.
Kathy smiled.
Kathy: Why? It's one of the classics.
Jake: I had the weirdest dream, me and the kids were on this boat and you were some kind of mermaid singing to me in the water, like a siren. I can't remember all of it, but it was weird.
Kathy turns around into his embrace. She locks eyes with him and her arms around his waist pulling him in.
Kathy: A siren huh? Maybe I am, because here you are, lured in by my charms.
Jake: Well, I have always been helpless to them, especially when they're all hot, wet and soapy like that.
Kathy giggles as he runs his fingers through her hair as they stand under the shower head together. She pulls him close and they kiss passionately, each helpless to the other, taking turns to lead in this seductive dance of their most basic and primal instincts.
Two of a kind.
A perfect match.
In love and in war.
The Ace shakes his head and sighs.
Maybe Kathy is right, maybe I have misjudged you. Deep down somewhere inside of me, part of me wants to believe in you as the kind of Champion that the Man Of Steel deserves. I know that, I know it is the part of me who doesn't really want to do this anymore.
It is the part of me who knows I'm getting too old for this.
It the part of me who just wants to sit at home and play with my kids.
At the same time there is another part of me, Malaki.
A part of me that I don't listen to quite as much anymore.
A part of me that I perhaps don't listen to as often as I should.
A part of me who actually is the proud wrestler I thought you were. A vicious, sadistic, ruthless, unforgiving part of me.
The part so many people choose to forget because I have made the best of my life as a husband and father. The part of me that was fostered, nurtured and grown so long ago now by the man who as much as he hates me for everything I have in my life never misses an opportunity to remind the world that he mentored me.
I learned so much more from that sick son of a bitch than I think even he realises. I shunned most of the lessons he tried to teach me inside a wrestling ring, not because I was ignorant or cocky, but because I wasn't motivated by the same pain he was. I wasn't driven by the same vices he was. I wasn't abandoned by the people I needed most, no, it was quite the opposite in fact.
I abandoned the people who needed me most.
The camera zooms out just a little to show us that Jake is holding a photograph of a himself as a handsome fifteen year old and a pretty thirteen year old Louise McDowell. He has her arm around her and she has her head on his shoulder.
He puts the picture aside on one of the arm rests.
Never again.
Never again, that is what I promised, that is what I have sworn.
For a dozen years now I have seen Spike Kane consumed by the need to belong, the need to be adored, the need to be wanted. All needs the poor bastard never truly got from anywhere else but from this business, and that is why he can't understand how I have managed to find them all in my wife and my children, that is why he hates me as much as he does but the irony is that if I hadn't seen with my own eyes his vices destroy him, I wouldn't have overcome my own.
I wouldn't have realised what was truly important in this life.
I wouldn't have been able to finally forgive myself.
The Ace takes a deep breath as he reaches off to the side and pulls the steel roulette table rake that was propped up against the side of his chair into shot. It is currently in it's fully retracted state.
Forgive a middle aged man for his indulgences Malaki, but I hope you understand now my point about will. I've had mine tested on more than one occasion in this life. It was hard to learn to forgive myself for my inaction as a young man, much harder than it is now certainly. My will, my direction, my decision to step inside a wrestling ring, all of it can be traced back to one moment in 1989.
One Glaswegian summer, the summer things changed for me forever.
The first time the hammer struck the anvil and my iron will began to reveal itself. With every beat of my bleeding heart, the steel of my armour began to be forged. It has taken me years Malaki to become the man I see in the mirror today, and this Sunday I push myself beyond even those limits as I once more rise to a challenge that will make me or break me.
The world mocks my heart, so many of them have tried to tear it from my chest, Malaki.
Jake twirls the rake around in his hand, and smiles as he regards what is engraved upon the handle.
Always & Forever
Love, Kat
Jake then starts to slowly unscrew and reveal the solid steel rod at the core of the rake.
This Sunday you and Rob will see just how far I will go to protect it and just how iron my will really is. Once I have that Championship in my grasp Malaki, once I tear it from your fallen body, then you and Rob will know that I am no longer just a man of yesterday.
I am a man of tomorrow.
Without the past there is no future, and thus without me, there is no salvation, no hope, no way for this company to move forward. Without me, there is no prosperity for Rob Diamond or Malaki Toala. Nobody else is willing to save either of you from yourselves.
I will not allow the Man Of Steel Championship to be overshadowed by the childish endeavours of a "Caramel Bear", if you have no respect for yourself or your position in this company and more importantly if you cannot do all that is necessary and ditch those that seek only to make a mockery of who you are, then my friend you don't deserve to be a Champion.
If you cannot carry yourself with the proper decorum and respect that belt deserves, it's time to move over for someone who can. It isn't the first time such a responsibility has fallen upon my shoulders Malaki, I have restored the legacy of so many of the titles you see behind me in my time in this business, and I can and will do it again. I will do exactly what Roberto Verona expects me to do.
Bring value and prestige back to this business. Values that have been lost today because they're too old fashioned for the modern generation of young professional wrestler. Having no respect for me is one thing boys, but having no respect for the things I love?
That will not stand and neither will the two of you when it's all said and done.
Well howdy there pardner.