Post by The Ace on Jul 26, 2015 15:04:02 GMT
Tiffany: I've finally decided what I'm going to get Richard for his birthday...
Tiffany smiled as she looked away from the mirror in front of her and over her shoulder at her big sister, Kathy.
Kathy: Oh?
Tiffany: I'm going to give him the best present he's ever going to get...
Tiffany finishes applying her lipstick and stands up, raising her arms in triumph.
Tiffany: Me!
Kathy can't help but smile at her sister's enthusiasm as she sits on the bed, reminded of the discussions they had as teenagers. Discussions just like these, discussions about cute boys.
Kathy: So I take it you're done moping over Caleb?
Tiffany: I'm over him if that's what you mean, besides I need a stronger man, and well Rich kind of reminds me of Dad in that sense.
Kathy kept her surprise at hearing Tiffany compare Jake's younger brother to their father to herself.
Kathy: Do you realise what you're right now?
It took a few moments for the significance of the comparison to dawn on Tiffany, but when it did, Kathy laughed.
Tiffany: Oh my God, I just compared him to Dad, didn't I?
Kathy nodded.
Kathy: Mmmhmm...
Both sisters can't help but share a laugh at this.
Tiffany: I guess we really are not that different after all.
Kathy smiled. It was only when Kathy had started seeing some of her father in Jake Conway that she had finally started to accept that she was in love with him, and it wasn't so long ago that Tiffany was mocking her for it and adamantly proclaiming that she'd never do something so terribly cliché.
Kathy: I just think you like him more than you thought.
Tiffany cocked her head to the side, and grinned.
Tiffany: Maybe I do...
Tiffany sighed.
Tiffany: I just hope he likes me too.
The truth was that Tiffany had been attracted to Richard Conway for a lot longer than she had been willing to admit. Her unwillingness to become a cliché by falling for her brother-in-law seemed so inconsequential the more she had thought about it, and since Richard was going to be around this weekend for Lineage and for his birthday, she had decided to take the chance and to bite the bullet. It was time to do the very same thing she had advised her sister to do seven years ago.
Take a chance on a Conway.
After all it had worked out so well for Kathy.
The Ace stands against a simple white backdrop in a black shirt with the top three buttons undone and the Man Of Steel Championship slung across his shoulder. He flashes his trademark smirk at the camera.
So this is what it all comes down to.
This is the chance you've been waiting for for at least a couple of months now. This is your chance to finally step up and prove to the world that you belong. This is your chance to show me that you are everything you want me to believe you are.
You say you are the best in the world, Tristan, well here's your chance to live up to all that promise. Here's your chance to take that one hollow sentiment that you've convinced thousands of people in arenas all across the world to chant every time you step out from behind the curtain and actually make it mean something.
I make no apologies for stacking the deck against you recently. I felt you needed a lesson in humility and a lesson in respect. It started with a simple test of your pride, I wanted to know just how far you were prepared to fall in order to regain a shot at me and MY Man Of Steel Championship, a shot you were willing to squander to chase some fanciful little dream of humbling a man like Alex Jones.
I asked my wife to put you against the Union not because we wanted to challenge you, but because we wanted to show you the very same disrespect you showed me by trying to wage a war that you really had no fight in to begin with. Before you decided that facing me wasn't that important to you, I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I was willing to test your will, your resolve and your desire to be the best.
But you decided to look passed me and my title to someone you considered a greater challenge, and it was then that I had to ask just who in the blue hell do you think you are to think you can just overlook the best tactician in this company and not expect to pay a heavy price for your ignorance?
Think about it Tristan, think about everything my wife and I have put you through since then. Everything that's happened, all the mismatches and the unfair stipulations, every loss, every wince of agony and every shallow breath that resonates through your body, it's all on you sunshine.
But you know, as disrespectful and as foolish as that whole vendetta against Alex was, it told me everything I ever needed to know about you and the kind of man you really are, Tristan. It told me that you do not deserve the opportunity you have been given this Sunday at Lineage, but if there is one thing my dozen years in this business has taught me, it is that earning a shot at greatness and deserving a shot at greatness are not always the same thing.
Despite my personal reservations, I am man enough to admit that in spite of it all, you have earned the right to face me for this title on Sunday, and whilst I have every intention of respecting the obligation that that fact binds me to, I have absolutely no intention of respecting you as my opponent, Tristan.
As much as this is your opportunity to prove that you are as great as you say you are, this is my opportunity to prove that you cannot spit in the faces of those who are indisputably that much greater and get away with it.
I am the current reigning and defending Man Of Steel and that means that I am everything you've always pretended to be. I am everything you always wished you were, I am the greatest technical wrestler in this business today and whilst you pride yourself on mastering your ever expanding repertoire of holds and counter holds, I have been in the business long enough to know that it doesn't matter if you know ten different ways to beat an opponent or a thousand, in the end it only ever comes down to one.
The right one.
That's all I need to beat you sunshine, one way. One way to put you down, one way to take you out. That's it.
I don't need to promise you pain, I don't need to threaten to twist you into a human pretzel, all I need to do is step inside that cage one more time at Lineage and show your die hard fans that they've been mislead like the bleating sheep that they are, and if you think for one second that I am incapable of doing just that, then consider how I won this title in the first place.
I broke Malaki Toala, the man so many considered the future of this business and the man you not so long ago called a legend.
A legend?
The Ace laughs, adjusting the title over his shoulder.
Really? Do you know how utterly insulting that is to someone like me, somebody who has busted their ass in that ring for twelve years, to hear that somebody who has only wrestled a handful of matches in the last two is being hailed a legend? But then you do market yourself as The Wrestling Machine, so I guess that shows just how much you really know about what you've just gotten yourself into.
Maybe I'm trying to give you a lot more credit than you actually deserve, maybe all you really are is somebody with a penchant for overstatement and ideas far above your place in this life. It's a rather sad state of affairs isn't it, Tristan?
You are more of a moniker than you are a man.
It's one thing to be here trying to live a dream, it's another to be completely deluded by it. But don't worry, you are due a wake up call. I will snap you out of it and when the reality finally dawns and hits you, it will be cold, it will be hard and it will be unforgiving.
It will be just like the steel that once forged me.
Jake and his younger brother Richard stood in the doorway of Tiffany's hotel room. Tiffany smiled and flipped her hair to the side as Richard scanned her curves under her tight black dress and smiled. She then embraced him, tightly.
Tiffany: Happy Birthday! It feels like its been ages...
Richard: Thank you, you look amazing by the way, Tiff...
Tiffany giggled as she stepped back.
Tiffany: Oh thank you, I'm so glad you like it...
It was then that a leggy brunette in a red dress appeared behind Richard and he turned and the two shared a quick kiss. Tiffany looked away, not wanting him to see her heart break.
Jake brushed passed Tiffany and went straight to Kathy.
Jake: Honey, this is....
The woman stepped forward and introduced herself.
Woman: Name's Elle, nice to meet y'all.
Jake: We need an extra ticket for Sunday, I told Rich it'd be no problem, since I'm in with the Commish...
Jake winked at his wife.
Tiffany: Excuse me, I think I'll go get some air.
Tiffany breezed passed Elle as she looked confused. Kathy got up and quickly followed her sister.
Elle: Was it somethin' I said?
Richard: Women...can't live with them...
Jake:...can't live without them...
The brothers grin at each other whilst Elle wonders just what kind of first impression she's made on this close-knit family.
Tiffany smiled as she looked away from the mirror in front of her and over her shoulder at her big sister, Kathy.
Kathy: Oh?
Tiffany: I'm going to give him the best present he's ever going to get...
Tiffany finishes applying her lipstick and stands up, raising her arms in triumph.
Tiffany: Me!
Kathy can't help but smile at her sister's enthusiasm as she sits on the bed, reminded of the discussions they had as teenagers. Discussions just like these, discussions about cute boys.
Kathy: So I take it you're done moping over Caleb?
Tiffany: I'm over him if that's what you mean, besides I need a stronger man, and well Rich kind of reminds me of Dad in that sense.
Kathy kept her surprise at hearing Tiffany compare Jake's younger brother to their father to herself.
Kathy: Do you realise what you're right now?
It took a few moments for the significance of the comparison to dawn on Tiffany, but when it did, Kathy laughed.
Tiffany: Oh my God, I just compared him to Dad, didn't I?
Kathy nodded.
Kathy: Mmmhmm...
Both sisters can't help but share a laugh at this.
Tiffany: I guess we really are not that different after all.
Kathy smiled. It was only when Kathy had started seeing some of her father in Jake Conway that she had finally started to accept that she was in love with him, and it wasn't so long ago that Tiffany was mocking her for it and adamantly proclaiming that she'd never do something so terribly cliché.
Kathy: I just think you like him more than you thought.
Tiffany cocked her head to the side, and grinned.
Tiffany: Maybe I do...
Tiffany sighed.
Tiffany: I just hope he likes me too.
The truth was that Tiffany had been attracted to Richard Conway for a lot longer than she had been willing to admit. Her unwillingness to become a cliché by falling for her brother-in-law seemed so inconsequential the more she had thought about it, and since Richard was going to be around this weekend for Lineage and for his birthday, she had decided to take the chance and to bite the bullet. It was time to do the very same thing she had advised her sister to do seven years ago.
Take a chance on a Conway.
After all it had worked out so well for Kathy.
The Ace stands against a simple white backdrop in a black shirt with the top three buttons undone and the Man Of Steel Championship slung across his shoulder. He flashes his trademark smirk at the camera.
So this is what it all comes down to.
This is the chance you've been waiting for for at least a couple of months now. This is your chance to finally step up and prove to the world that you belong. This is your chance to show me that you are everything you want me to believe you are.
You say you are the best in the world, Tristan, well here's your chance to live up to all that promise. Here's your chance to take that one hollow sentiment that you've convinced thousands of people in arenas all across the world to chant every time you step out from behind the curtain and actually make it mean something.
I make no apologies for stacking the deck against you recently. I felt you needed a lesson in humility and a lesson in respect. It started with a simple test of your pride, I wanted to know just how far you were prepared to fall in order to regain a shot at me and MY Man Of Steel Championship, a shot you were willing to squander to chase some fanciful little dream of humbling a man like Alex Jones.
I asked my wife to put you against the Union not because we wanted to challenge you, but because we wanted to show you the very same disrespect you showed me by trying to wage a war that you really had no fight in to begin with. Before you decided that facing me wasn't that important to you, I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I was willing to test your will, your resolve and your desire to be the best.
But you decided to look passed me and my title to someone you considered a greater challenge, and it was then that I had to ask just who in the blue hell do you think you are to think you can just overlook the best tactician in this company and not expect to pay a heavy price for your ignorance?
Think about it Tristan, think about everything my wife and I have put you through since then. Everything that's happened, all the mismatches and the unfair stipulations, every loss, every wince of agony and every shallow breath that resonates through your body, it's all on you sunshine.
But you know, as disrespectful and as foolish as that whole vendetta against Alex was, it told me everything I ever needed to know about you and the kind of man you really are, Tristan. It told me that you do not deserve the opportunity you have been given this Sunday at Lineage, but if there is one thing my dozen years in this business has taught me, it is that earning a shot at greatness and deserving a shot at greatness are not always the same thing.
Despite my personal reservations, I am man enough to admit that in spite of it all, you have earned the right to face me for this title on Sunday, and whilst I have every intention of respecting the obligation that that fact binds me to, I have absolutely no intention of respecting you as my opponent, Tristan.
As much as this is your opportunity to prove that you are as great as you say you are, this is my opportunity to prove that you cannot spit in the faces of those who are indisputably that much greater and get away with it.
I am the current reigning and defending Man Of Steel and that means that I am everything you've always pretended to be. I am everything you always wished you were, I am the greatest technical wrestler in this business today and whilst you pride yourself on mastering your ever expanding repertoire of holds and counter holds, I have been in the business long enough to know that it doesn't matter if you know ten different ways to beat an opponent or a thousand, in the end it only ever comes down to one.
The right one.
That's all I need to beat you sunshine, one way. One way to put you down, one way to take you out. That's it.
I don't need to promise you pain, I don't need to threaten to twist you into a human pretzel, all I need to do is step inside that cage one more time at Lineage and show your die hard fans that they've been mislead like the bleating sheep that they are, and if you think for one second that I am incapable of doing just that, then consider how I won this title in the first place.
I broke Malaki Toala, the man so many considered the future of this business and the man you not so long ago called a legend.
A legend?
The Ace laughs, adjusting the title over his shoulder.
Really? Do you know how utterly insulting that is to someone like me, somebody who has busted their ass in that ring for twelve years, to hear that somebody who has only wrestled a handful of matches in the last two is being hailed a legend? But then you do market yourself as The Wrestling Machine, so I guess that shows just how much you really know about what you've just gotten yourself into.
Maybe I'm trying to give you a lot more credit than you actually deserve, maybe all you really are is somebody with a penchant for overstatement and ideas far above your place in this life. It's a rather sad state of affairs isn't it, Tristan?
You are more of a moniker than you are a man.
It's one thing to be here trying to live a dream, it's another to be completely deluded by it. But don't worry, you are due a wake up call. I will snap you out of it and when the reality finally dawns and hits you, it will be cold, it will be hard and it will be unforgiving.
It will be just like the steel that once forged me.
Jake and his younger brother Richard stood in the doorway of Tiffany's hotel room. Tiffany smiled and flipped her hair to the side as Richard scanned her curves under her tight black dress and smiled. She then embraced him, tightly.
Tiffany: Happy Birthday! It feels like its been ages...
Richard: Thank you, you look amazing by the way, Tiff...
Tiffany giggled as she stepped back.
Tiffany: Oh thank you, I'm so glad you like it...
It was then that a leggy brunette in a red dress appeared behind Richard and he turned and the two shared a quick kiss. Tiffany looked away, not wanting him to see her heart break.
Jake brushed passed Tiffany and went straight to Kathy.
Jake: Honey, this is....
The woman stepped forward and introduced herself.
Woman: Name's Elle, nice to meet y'all.
Jake: We need an extra ticket for Sunday, I told Rich it'd be no problem, since I'm in with the Commish...
Jake winked at his wife.
Tiffany: Excuse me, I think I'll go get some air.
Tiffany breezed passed Elle as she looked confused. Kathy got up and quickly followed her sister.
Elle: Was it somethin' I said?
Richard: Women...can't live with them...
Jake:...can't live without them...
The brothers grin at each other whilst Elle wonders just what kind of first impression she's made on this close-knit family.
Well howdy there pardner.