Post by Alex Jones on Jan 24, 2013 17:39:01 GMT -6
I am the violence.
I am the spawn of all your bad dreams...
When your god’s gone...
You can believe this....
I am Alex Jones....
And **** NCW.....
“Have you all let it sink in now?....”
Alex sits at a table. A bottle of water in front of him. The NCW X-Title sitting on the table next to it. A crude piece of tape across the top of the belt that says “X-Division” in black marker hangs on the top.
“I told you all that the Alex Jones you knew was gone. Dead and buried under layers of hypocrisy from each and every fan, each interviewer and reporter, each commentator and wrestler. I smiled, I fought for honor and respect. But you didn’t care, you said you did, you shook my hand and then when I turned around that knife was ready to be lined up. I’d tell you all that I was one of the best and you’d smile and nod, then I turn my back and there would be laughter because each and every one of you two faced pathetic sons of bitches never...ever...had faith in me....”
“But one man did. One man stands for himself and showed me the way. That man is our champion, Roberto Verona. He showed me that his way was right. To look after one’s self in a pursuit of greater glory. So do I have your attention NCW?. Have you finally got it?. Is the confusion over?. You all created this nightmare, you have yourselves to blame. And the thing is I tried to be a nice guy. I wrestled with heart, I thought I loved what I did...but I was a prisoner.....”
“A prisoner by all of you. I spent the better part of a year putting on shows for you all. Steve Awesome, Spike Kane, Adam Knite, Todd Williams, Xander Famularo. All matches that were for your entertainment. And were you not entertained?. Were you not satisfied with the blood, sweat and tears I laid out before you in tribute?. No of course not. Because you are a monster. A collective being where you feed on misery. And you fed on mine. But I’m done being your meal, I’m done laying it all on the line and getting nothing. I was forced into a team with an unstable jackass and I lost it....we lost the tag title matches we had and it was because of HIM. So i took matters into my own hands....”
Alex holds his hands out in front of him as if drenched in blood.
“And this brings me to the first corner of the triangle. Gib.......”
A sick sadistic smile comes across Alex’s face.
“Hello...friend. I trust your run as one half of the NCW tag team champions hasn’t slowed you down as a singles star?. Of course it hasn’t. You are Gibford Famularo. A former NCW champion and a legend in the squared circle. But one thing you are not Gib...is my friend. Sure I learnt from you, I respect you but that is not friendship. I don’t enjoy your company. I put up with you. I tolerate you. Your stupid sense of humor, your constant sexual innuendo, your advances on MY WIFE. I put up with it because of who you were.....”
I remember watching matches and seeing you in the ring with some of the greats Gib. “Wild”Bill Sullivan, Rusty Carson, “Kangaroo” Bob Emerson, all these guys were champions like you and you had amazing matches with them, you went to war with them. Those matches made me want to become a professional wrestler. But that was over twenty years ago Gib. You go through life with bad knee’s, scars and obvious head trauma. And for what?. You said it yourself, you wanted to sit back and be NCW’s sheriff. But you got drawn back in and for what?”
“You have nothing to prove Gib. You have nothing to give to these ingrates. I respect you and that is why I’m saying this because none of these spineless wimps has the guts to be honest with you. Over the years of pain and torment you have put your body through you’ve earned the right to sit back, relax and enjoy life. Buy a Porsche.....well another Porsche.....get a girl a quarter of your age and just enjoy life. Enjoy your money, watch your son be the devastating force he is. Watch Simon go on to be a singles star cause let’s face it you turned him from a complete dumbass into a dangerous dumbass....”
Alex shakes his head in disbelief.
“You’ve earned it Gib. And if you stay on this course you could get seriously hurt. Hell you could get hurt this weekend because I don’t intend on going easy on you old man. Look at me Gib, I’m in my prime...I’m 29 years old. I’m an eleven year veteran, I’m young enough to still be amazing in that ring but old enough and smart enough to be the best. It’s a young man’s game Gib and even though you still have “it”, sometimes you need to think a few years ahead. Do you want to be able to walk into your sixties and seventies?. Do you want to still pop a few blue love aids and go like a jackhammer?. Cause the rate you’re going old man......you’ll be a cripple...and soon....”
Alex looks away sighing.
“And then, we come to Seth Evans. How’s that second chance going slugger? You getting some respect back?. Maybe a little redemption?. You enjoying having to blow the fans just so you don’t get booed from the building with your lame Halo schtick?. I hope you’re enjoying your whole “number one contender” status buddy, cause very soon you’re going to be laying in a hospital bed on the phone to Kelly Knite begging her to let you out of your contract......”
“Clock’s ticking kid, just over a week and you get in that ring with me for the X-Division....I’m sorry “X” Title. And it’s funny but, many people believe me to be above this belt. Alot of people have told me I should have gone after Jacobsen and the National title, after all the two guys currently going back and forth over it HAVE NEVER BEATEN ME and never will. And maybe they’re right, hell some people have told me I9 should have stepped over Lex and Laszlo to get at Verona for the world title, but I chose the X-title, and now here I stand as it’s champion Seth....”
“And this week, you, Gib and myself are booked in a hardcore match and I can only imagine this is a ploy by Kelly in hopes you and Gib will soften me up for Metamorphesis but is it really necessary to do this?. Well acrually...if they want this belt off me then yeah it is. But the way to go about it?. You and Gib?. Well first off Gib hates you...he hides it well but he hates your guts, but I would not be surprised if Gib ripped your arms off and shoved you over just to watch you squirm......”
Alex laughs to himself and folds his arms.
“And me Seth?. Well I may want to take next Sunday off so I could get you in my cross armbar and just pull and pull until I hear the sound of bone snapping and you crying like a little girl. You know like you always do cause you believe yourself to be a “major star” when the number one question asked after your name is mentioned is “Who?”. Face it, you’re not in my league. Hell you’re not even in my damn solar system boy. You’re like a speck of dirt landing on a suit before a big day, a minor inconveiniance...nothing more and nothing less and if you believe you can step in the ring with me and go well you go right ahead but I will send you back the same way your little lady likes it...on your back....”
“This is just the beginning of my rebirth. I have no friends, I consider everyone an enemy. Even Roberto. I watch his back, I’ll stand by his side. But when he’s done beating everyone in NCW and when I’m done with the X-title...there will come a time when I face him one on one. And you know the old Alex, he beat.....but I ain’t the old Alex Jones am I?.....”
“I tried to tell each and every one of you that I was changing, and no one believed me, you all stood slack jawed laughing like I’m some kind of ****ing joke. Dexter Davis laughed at me, and where is he now?. Where did he go?. Ken Davison...my own partner laughed...and where is he?.....I’m one of the best professionals on this planet and I have said it from day one and now that I am finally free of what people wanted me to be.....the sky is the limit.....and no one is getting in my way....”
I am the spawn of all your bad dreams...
When your god’s gone...
You can believe this....
I am Alex Jones....
And **** NCW.....
“Have you all let it sink in now?....”
Alex sits at a table. A bottle of water in front of him. The NCW X-Title sitting on the table next to it. A crude piece of tape across the top of the belt that says “X-Division” in black marker hangs on the top.
“I told you all that the Alex Jones you knew was gone. Dead and buried under layers of hypocrisy from each and every fan, each interviewer and reporter, each commentator and wrestler. I smiled, I fought for honor and respect. But you didn’t care, you said you did, you shook my hand and then when I turned around that knife was ready to be lined up. I’d tell you all that I was one of the best and you’d smile and nod, then I turn my back and there would be laughter because each and every one of you two faced pathetic sons of bitches never...ever...had faith in me....”
“But one man did. One man stands for himself and showed me the way. That man is our champion, Roberto Verona. He showed me that his way was right. To look after one’s self in a pursuit of greater glory. So do I have your attention NCW?. Have you finally got it?. Is the confusion over?. You all created this nightmare, you have yourselves to blame. And the thing is I tried to be a nice guy. I wrestled with heart, I thought I loved what I did...but I was a prisoner.....”
“A prisoner by all of you. I spent the better part of a year putting on shows for you all. Steve Awesome, Spike Kane, Adam Knite, Todd Williams, Xander Famularo. All matches that were for your entertainment. And were you not entertained?. Were you not satisfied with the blood, sweat and tears I laid out before you in tribute?. No of course not. Because you are a monster. A collective being where you feed on misery. And you fed on mine. But I’m done being your meal, I’m done laying it all on the line and getting nothing. I was forced into a team with an unstable jackass and I lost it....we lost the tag title matches we had and it was because of HIM. So i took matters into my own hands....”
Alex holds his hands out in front of him as if drenched in blood.
“And this brings me to the first corner of the triangle. Gib.......”
A sick sadistic smile comes across Alex’s face.
“Hello...friend. I trust your run as one half of the NCW tag team champions hasn’t slowed you down as a singles star?. Of course it hasn’t. You are Gibford Famularo. A former NCW champion and a legend in the squared circle. But one thing you are not Gib...is my friend. Sure I learnt from you, I respect you but that is not friendship. I don’t enjoy your company. I put up with you. I tolerate you. Your stupid sense of humor, your constant sexual innuendo, your advances on MY WIFE. I put up with it because of who you were.....”
I remember watching matches and seeing you in the ring with some of the greats Gib. “Wild”Bill Sullivan, Rusty Carson, “Kangaroo” Bob Emerson, all these guys were champions like you and you had amazing matches with them, you went to war with them. Those matches made me want to become a professional wrestler. But that was over twenty years ago Gib. You go through life with bad knee’s, scars and obvious head trauma. And for what?. You said it yourself, you wanted to sit back and be NCW’s sheriff. But you got drawn back in and for what?”
“You have nothing to prove Gib. You have nothing to give to these ingrates. I respect you and that is why I’m saying this because none of these spineless wimps has the guts to be honest with you. Over the years of pain and torment you have put your body through you’ve earned the right to sit back, relax and enjoy life. Buy a Porsche.....well another Porsche.....get a girl a quarter of your age and just enjoy life. Enjoy your money, watch your son be the devastating force he is. Watch Simon go on to be a singles star cause let’s face it you turned him from a complete dumbass into a dangerous dumbass....”
Alex shakes his head in disbelief.
“You’ve earned it Gib. And if you stay on this course you could get seriously hurt. Hell you could get hurt this weekend because I don’t intend on going easy on you old man. Look at me Gib, I’m in my prime...I’m 29 years old. I’m an eleven year veteran, I’m young enough to still be amazing in that ring but old enough and smart enough to be the best. It’s a young man’s game Gib and even though you still have “it”, sometimes you need to think a few years ahead. Do you want to be able to walk into your sixties and seventies?. Do you want to still pop a few blue love aids and go like a jackhammer?. Cause the rate you’re going old man......you’ll be a cripple...and soon....”
Alex looks away sighing.
“And then, we come to Seth Evans. How’s that second chance going slugger? You getting some respect back?. Maybe a little redemption?. You enjoying having to blow the fans just so you don’t get booed from the building with your lame Halo schtick?. I hope you’re enjoying your whole “number one contender” status buddy, cause very soon you’re going to be laying in a hospital bed on the phone to Kelly Knite begging her to let you out of your contract......”
“Clock’s ticking kid, just over a week and you get in that ring with me for the X-Division....I’m sorry “X” Title. And it’s funny but, many people believe me to be above this belt. Alot of people have told me I should have gone after Jacobsen and the National title, after all the two guys currently going back and forth over it HAVE NEVER BEATEN ME and never will. And maybe they’re right, hell some people have told me I9 should have stepped over Lex and Laszlo to get at Verona for the world title, but I chose the X-title, and now here I stand as it’s champion Seth....”
“And this week, you, Gib and myself are booked in a hardcore match and I can only imagine this is a ploy by Kelly in hopes you and Gib will soften me up for Metamorphesis but is it really necessary to do this?. Well acrually...if they want this belt off me then yeah it is. But the way to go about it?. You and Gib?. Well first off Gib hates you...he hides it well but he hates your guts, but I would not be surprised if Gib ripped your arms off and shoved you over just to watch you squirm......”
Alex laughs to himself and folds his arms.
“And me Seth?. Well I may want to take next Sunday off so I could get you in my cross armbar and just pull and pull until I hear the sound of bone snapping and you crying like a little girl. You know like you always do cause you believe yourself to be a “major star” when the number one question asked after your name is mentioned is “Who?”. Face it, you’re not in my league. Hell you’re not even in my damn solar system boy. You’re like a speck of dirt landing on a suit before a big day, a minor inconveiniance...nothing more and nothing less and if you believe you can step in the ring with me and go well you go right ahead but I will send you back the same way your little lady likes it...on your back....”
“This is just the beginning of my rebirth. I have no friends, I consider everyone an enemy. Even Roberto. I watch his back, I’ll stand by his side. But when he’s done beating everyone in NCW and when I’m done with the X-title...there will come a time when I face him one on one. And you know the old Alex, he beat.....but I ain’t the old Alex Jones am I?.....”
“I tried to tell each and every one of you that I was changing, and no one believed me, you all stood slack jawed laughing like I’m some kind of ****ing joke. Dexter Davis laughed at me, and where is he now?. Where did he go?. Ken Davison...my own partner laughed...and where is he?.....I’m one of the best professionals on this planet and I have said it from day one and now that I am finally free of what people wanted me to be.....the sky is the limit.....and no one is getting in my way....”