Post by Alex Jones on Jun 4, 2010 20:23:14 GMT -6
This is what I brought you this you can keep,
This is what I brought you may forget me.
I promise to depart just promise one thing,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
This is what I brought you may forget me.
I promise to depart just promise one thing,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
I arrive at the arena. My body a little fatigued from the flight and travel to the hotel. After checking in I go straight upstairs to my room. Another hotel room. Looks the same as last week. I put my bag on the bed and look in the mirror. I look a little out of it. Eyes sunken in my head, unshaven, pale. Then again it's been rough. I look at my bag and stare at the letter poking from the side pocket. I pick it up and sniff it....
The perfume is intoxication, the mix of rose and jasmine. I sigh deep and smile the smell taking me back somewhere else. I look at the outside of the letter. My name written in beautiful calligraphy. I go to open it and read it again, but I stop. I can't do it. I have to focus on the future. I have to focus on this Sunday. I put it back in my bag and grab a smaller bag making my way out the door, I travel down the elevator to the in-hotel gym. After a few stretches I eye the equipment But I'm being watched. I know I am. I can feel it...an NCW camera....
I smirk and realise I still have a few things to say so I move over to it, I raise the hood on my sweat shirt and fold my arms over my chest.
"The time is counting down. Soon I’ll have three men battling to get a shot at me and the X-Division title. But the more I’ve been putting it over and over in my mind, there’s not one man in this match who can really beat me is there?. Freakke is a psychotic clown with a pension for violence and mayhem. He could snap at any moment and destroy his first opponent. But in the end he’s just not in my league. What has Freakke really done?. He had a shot at this title before and squandered it away. He was on top of the NCW rankings because he was able to win a few big matches and lose a whole load of others gaining points cause he never took time off. He’s been a constant annoyance to anyone in NCW with his face paint and circus antics. But professionally he’s a dud.
“Professionally he’s just dead in the water, a joke. And an unfunny one at that. You have nothing in your career to prove you can beat me, just your words and your boastful claims, but nothing. NOTHING. To back it up. You’ve been here almost a year and you have nothing to show for it. How does it feel Freakke?. To know that in your professional life you’re a complete failure. You’re a side note in the careers of REAL champions. You’re the name on the other side of “def.” In peoples win/loss records. That’s all you are Freakke and that is all you’re ever going to be.”
I smile to myself and crack my neck looking away.
“And then there’s Shawn Styles. Mr silent treatment. You have been impressive my friend but not impressive enough. Like the face painted one you’re not in my league. A few victories and you think you’re good enough to even step in the ring with me?. No that’s not how it words bud. The same goes for Lance Rzany or Stefan Ryan or whatever the hell he’s calling himself.”
“This match is less about me defending the title and more about NCW reminding the fans why I was so dominant. If they really wanted me to be challenged they would have picked better opponents. But I guess you work with what you got, so they put six of the most inept rookies and losers into qualifying matches trying to justify this farce of a match. You think I want to defend my title against a sadomastic clown?. Or a silent wannabe rookie?. Or a former legend who’s completely lost his marbles, family and memory?, No I’d rather have defended the title against the former champion Andrew Jacobsen or even Venom. Cause then I know once I retained the belt I’d have some feeling of self satisfaction. I won’t get that now.”
“I won’t get that cause honestly I don’t even feel like I need to get out of bed to beat you three. In fact I don’t even have a possibility of facing one clown I could possibly face one of THREE clowns. Atleast Freakke is man enough to admit how much of a clown he really is.”
I laugh to myself, the absurdity of it. I can’t take it anymore, I’m at boiling point. Do they know who I am?. Do they care?...enough of this foolishness....
“Before I came here I was a two time world champion in other companies, multiple tag team title reigns, every single major title in other organisations, grand slam championships, hell I've even beaten every single member of a certain group of individuals that everyone seems to hate, and then I came here, and I realised most of them meant nothing, because you have never been challenged like you are in an NCW ring. And what have I done in the last two years?. I won the 2008 elite 8 tournament, I’m a two time X-Division champion and the second longest reigning X-Division champion. I’ve beaten Joe Everyman, Davey Ortega, Chris Diamond, Xavier Cross, Ricky Johnson, Philip Burns, Xavier Williams, Nelly Angel, Jack Hammond, Trent Helms, Adam Knite, Falcon, Angel, Gib, Both members of Dirty Deal, Doc...the list can go on. I’ve had legendary matches with these men, I’ve come so close to the NCW world title I could smell it, taste it, feel it. And now I’m expected to sit back and just smile politely as NCW parades out you three to “challenge” me?.”
“Where’s the challenge?. Where?. The one guy who could step up and face me has forgotten who he is and has lost his cotton pickin mind. So now I have to win this match and feel a sense of being cheated. Cause seriously...who the **** cares about this?....”
I shake my head and turn walking away to start my work out....