Post by Alex Jones on Sept 22, 2012 18:15:40 GMT -6
“Well well.”
My eyes light up as I smile.
“It seems my comments lit a fire under Mr Verona’s ass. Here you come with new well thought out points and comments about the men I’ve beaten and the things I’ve done. Pointing out that Xavier hasn’t been champion in years, that Todd held onto it for a quick drink of water and that Velez got his revenge on me. But while all points are valid can I ask you something Verona?. Where is your world title?. In your verbal smackdown of Xavier and Todd you failed to mention that they have both done something you and I haven’t. They’ve been world champion. They were able to climb that mountain and hold that gold Roberto. Have you?.”
“Just like Jacobsen, who you decided to lump me in with. Oh he’s defeated former champions?, he’s been valiant in his efforts?. One thing you and everyone else seems to forget Verona. Jacobsen is a bland, boring also ran who has gimmers of hope in his grey little life. Me?. I’m Alex ****ing Jones. I’m one of the best to every lace up a pair of boots. I can entertain millions with a microphone, I can back it up in the ring, and I can win the world title if given a fair shot.”
“On the big stage in front of the world, no one else a factor, just me and Famularo I know in my heart I can beat him. I know that I can stand across the ring from him and challenge him in ways that not even you can Verona. So while you can gloat about being able to beat Xander, II,ll just laugh and remind you that in this world, at this time, you are not the same man you were back then. You have had the world bearing down on you and you have been shown as the fraud you are. As I said Verona, I am one of the best, always have been always will be. My name should be spoken in hushed terms as to not offend the wrestling gods because I am one of them...but in a living breathing form....”
I smile and shake my head.
“You think I just pulled these reasons out of the air?. I’ve sat back, I’ve been patient and it got me nothing. So I’m here beating some of the top names in the business and stamping my feet and making noise cause I’ll be damned if I let life pass me by. I’ve watched guys who have been in this company less than half the time I have rise up and become champion, I’ve watched men much more arrogant and nowhere near as deserving as me get instant shots month after month. So you tell me almighty one, how would you feel?. Being a veteran here, being a guy who kept his mouth shut and played the game only to be shoved aside like last nights leftovers....”
“And to top it off. You add insult to injury by telling me that I should convince Kelly Knite as much as I have convinced myself. Kelly Knite. A member of the very family that has SCREWED me out of the title twice?. Let me spell it out for you since you seem too ignorant to understand. THEY. DO. NOT. WANT. ME. AS. CHAMPION. Leonard didn’t want it, Adam didn’t want it and when I’ve gotten close it’s been slapped away from me because I insulted Adam Knite, the king of NCW. I played the game, I stayed quiet for a year, I defeated anyone they put in front of me in hopes that they would accept me as a contender, and all I got was disrespect, a spit in the face for all I accomplished as they chose others ahead of me, others who were vocally loud and obnoxious.”
“So now I’m left with little choice, I have to be arrogant, I have to be loud, I have to destroy the dreams of others. Like you. Men who tell me that I am arrogant and throw it in my face like I don’t know it. And you tell me to give Xander a reason to give a crap about me?. I am. I’m trying to get him to give me a shot to shut me up. But since that seems to be a bust then it’s simple. I am going to get to Xander by winning the Road to the gold. Something you seem to aspire too......”
I nod and sigh leaning forward.
“It makes me sad that you were once a self professed revolutionary, and now you seem to be content with being in the system, conforming to the status quo. In fact you told me to go convince Kelly Knite I deserve a title shot. Go convince her?. What the hell happened to you?. You used to be a balls out half crazy revolutionary rebel with a flaming pork sword of fire between your legs with a set of shiny brass jizz carriers but now, now you sound like a corporate whipped bitch. What the hell Verona?. Did your balls fall off?. Did the revolution you dreamt of die out when you realised you’re not that special?....”
I scoff and shake my head.
“I bought into it, I saw you as someone who could stand up and bring change, but all you brought was a way to choke. And just incase you missed it, I’/m going to re-interate my point from earlier. I got screwed...twice....you just got weighed and measured and just like in bed, you came up a little short...is that why your blonde piece ran away?......”
I smirk and look away before standing up.
“I continue in jest Roberto. But I’m not blind to how good you are. I just know I’m better. See I’m never content with being me, I want to improve, I want to get better, I know there is always something new to learn and I go to learn it. It’s simple Verona, I will always see myself as flawed. I will always push myself. I’m better than you Verona, and no amount of joking around with Gib is going to make me see you as anything more than a mistake from my past I need to erase. You say you know what I’m capable of. I say...I have no idea what I’m capable of....”
“People have always looked past me. People have always said I’m good not great, I’m “mid card” not “main event”, I’m the best guy to never be world champion. But my time is coming Verona. You are standing in my way and while you may be looking at the same goal as me we see it in a very different light. This is it for me Verona, I love my wife, I love my family, but I will never feel like I’ve accomplished my goals in life and I will always feel like a failure until I win that world title. That may sound terrible and heartless but it’s true. It’s my reason for breathing to be able to hold that title, to stand in front of millions of fans, a worldwife audience, my peers, the man in the mirror and even god almighty himself and be able to say that at that time in that place I am the best of the best and I have the belt to prove it.....”
“That is what awaits me as I go through the road to the gold, that is what stands in front of any man who gets paired with me. I don’t need to be nice and respectful or “fake funny” with some old man with erectile dysfunction to get over. The fans love me for one reason Verona. I get in that ring, and I leave parts of me on that canvas. I leave blood, I leave sweat, I leave tears, I leave time with my family there, but these are sacrifices we all make. But I leave parts of my soul in that ring every damn day I’m in it. My question to you Rob...is how much blood are you content with leaving in that ring?....”
I turn my head and smirk.
“How much of your soul is left to wager?. You know what it’s like to face me Verona, you know how much I can take out of you and when the blood is shed, and trust me on this, blood will be shed, how much are you willing to part with?.”
“You don’t know what I will do...”
“Hell not even I know anymore...”
“In the pursuit of my dream......”
“I just don’t know......”
“Maybe I shouldn’t of come here......”
I close my eyes as the wind blows past my ears.
“I know this may come as a shock to you but. Maybe you were right. About all of it. And maybe I was too stubborn to see. Just like Dylan. I guess we come from a stubborn family.....”
I open my eyes back up as they well with tears.
“Dylan was stubborn. He followed my dream. You remember my dream right?. The one you said was stupid, idiotic and had no chance?.....”
I look away and sigh.
“I’m living it, you’d still see me as a failure, because I’m not the best. That was your whole thing right?. So something and be the best at it. You were the best at drinking and being a total prick, to bad you couldn’t be the best at other things. Like husband and father...that would have been a huge help....”
My fist clenches as I sigh again trying to keep my emotions in check.
“But as I said maybe you were right. Maybe I’m the reason Dylan couldn’t handle his demons. The same one’s that you fell to. I refuse to become a victim of my demons. I refuse to be like you. I refuse to let the mistakes of the past haunt my children and my son. My brother is gone......but his namesake will bring our family name greatness because I will be everything you weren’t.”
I feel myself slipping.
“You son of a bitch. Even now your words and actions follow me, like a bad stench, it suffocates me. But I will realise my dream, I will be everything you weren’t and when I’m remembered b y my family, by my friends, by people around the world, it will be as a champion and a real man....something you never knew anything about....”
I wipe my eyes and breathe deep before turning and walking away, I stop midstep before turning my head slightly.
“Thanks for the talk......Dad.....”
The dry grass of the cemetery crunches beneath my feet as birds chatter above, but my eyes and ears are blocked to the nature around me......thoughts have consumed me.....
“I can almost feel it...”
I close my eyes and breathe deep.
“The road to the gold is coming. One of the most prestigious tournaments in the wrestling world. The prize?. A shot at the world champ. A chance to be counted as one of the best and a stage to prove one thing. Dominance. You have to fight your way through match after match and prove you deserve to be a contender....”
I scoff and laugh to myself.
“Or in my case. I get to secure a shot that Kelly and Adam cannot take away. I get one more crack. Of course I am under no illusions that if I am to win the Road to the gold, if I do look back on my road and see broken and bruised bodies, Kelly will have a plan to try and stop me. I’m not stupid, I know they will do everything in their power to stop me...after all, Rob Diamond used to ask me how if felt to be screwed by a Knite......”
I laugh again and sigh.
“But this time, this time I wage war on the progeny of the Famularo family. I will go up and continue sticking my finger in his face...but first, first I defeat a ghost of my past...Roberto Verona.....”
My eyes light up as I smile.
“It seems my comments lit a fire under Mr Verona’s ass. Here you come with new well thought out points and comments about the men I’ve beaten and the things I’ve done. Pointing out that Xavier hasn’t been champion in years, that Todd held onto it for a quick drink of water and that Velez got his revenge on me. But while all points are valid can I ask you something Verona?. Where is your world title?. In your verbal smackdown of Xavier and Todd you failed to mention that they have both done something you and I haven’t. They’ve been world champion. They were able to climb that mountain and hold that gold Roberto. Have you?.”
“Just like Jacobsen, who you decided to lump me in with. Oh he’s defeated former champions?, he’s been valiant in his efforts?. One thing you and everyone else seems to forget Verona. Jacobsen is a bland, boring also ran who has gimmers of hope in his grey little life. Me?. I’m Alex ****ing Jones. I’m one of the best to every lace up a pair of boots. I can entertain millions with a microphone, I can back it up in the ring, and I can win the world title if given a fair shot.”
“On the big stage in front of the world, no one else a factor, just me and Famularo I know in my heart I can beat him. I know that I can stand across the ring from him and challenge him in ways that not even you can Verona. So while you can gloat about being able to beat Xander, II,ll just laugh and remind you that in this world, at this time, you are not the same man you were back then. You have had the world bearing down on you and you have been shown as the fraud you are. As I said Verona, I am one of the best, always have been always will be. My name should be spoken in hushed terms as to not offend the wrestling gods because I am one of them...but in a living breathing form....”
I smile and shake my head.
“You think I just pulled these reasons out of the air?. I’ve sat back, I’ve been patient and it got me nothing. So I’m here beating some of the top names in the business and stamping my feet and making noise cause I’ll be damned if I let life pass me by. I’ve watched guys who have been in this company less than half the time I have rise up and become champion, I’ve watched men much more arrogant and nowhere near as deserving as me get instant shots month after month. So you tell me almighty one, how would you feel?. Being a veteran here, being a guy who kept his mouth shut and played the game only to be shoved aside like last nights leftovers....”
“And to top it off. You add insult to injury by telling me that I should convince Kelly Knite as much as I have convinced myself. Kelly Knite. A member of the very family that has SCREWED me out of the title twice?. Let me spell it out for you since you seem too ignorant to understand. THEY. DO. NOT. WANT. ME. AS. CHAMPION. Leonard didn’t want it, Adam didn’t want it and when I’ve gotten close it’s been slapped away from me because I insulted Adam Knite, the king of NCW. I played the game, I stayed quiet for a year, I defeated anyone they put in front of me in hopes that they would accept me as a contender, and all I got was disrespect, a spit in the face for all I accomplished as they chose others ahead of me, others who were vocally loud and obnoxious.”
“So now I’m left with little choice, I have to be arrogant, I have to be loud, I have to destroy the dreams of others. Like you. Men who tell me that I am arrogant and throw it in my face like I don’t know it. And you tell me to give Xander a reason to give a crap about me?. I am. I’m trying to get him to give me a shot to shut me up. But since that seems to be a bust then it’s simple. I am going to get to Xander by winning the Road to the gold. Something you seem to aspire too......”
I nod and sigh leaning forward.
“It makes me sad that you were once a self professed revolutionary, and now you seem to be content with being in the system, conforming to the status quo. In fact you told me to go convince Kelly Knite I deserve a title shot. Go convince her?. What the hell happened to you?. You used to be a balls out half crazy revolutionary rebel with a flaming pork sword of fire between your legs with a set of shiny brass jizz carriers but now, now you sound like a corporate whipped bitch. What the hell Verona?. Did your balls fall off?. Did the revolution you dreamt of die out when you realised you’re not that special?....”
I scoff and shake my head.
“I bought into it, I saw you as someone who could stand up and bring change, but all you brought was a way to choke. And just incase you missed it, I’/m going to re-interate my point from earlier. I got screwed...twice....you just got weighed and measured and just like in bed, you came up a little short...is that why your blonde piece ran away?......”
I smirk and look away before standing up.
“I continue in jest Roberto. But I’m not blind to how good you are. I just know I’m better. See I’m never content with being me, I want to improve, I want to get better, I know there is always something new to learn and I go to learn it. It’s simple Verona, I will always see myself as flawed. I will always push myself. I’m better than you Verona, and no amount of joking around with Gib is going to make me see you as anything more than a mistake from my past I need to erase. You say you know what I’m capable of. I say...I have no idea what I’m capable of....”
“People have always looked past me. People have always said I’m good not great, I’m “mid card” not “main event”, I’m the best guy to never be world champion. But my time is coming Verona. You are standing in my way and while you may be looking at the same goal as me we see it in a very different light. This is it for me Verona, I love my wife, I love my family, but I will never feel like I’ve accomplished my goals in life and I will always feel like a failure until I win that world title. That may sound terrible and heartless but it’s true. It’s my reason for breathing to be able to hold that title, to stand in front of millions of fans, a worldwife audience, my peers, the man in the mirror and even god almighty himself and be able to say that at that time in that place I am the best of the best and I have the belt to prove it.....”
“That is what awaits me as I go through the road to the gold, that is what stands in front of any man who gets paired with me. I don’t need to be nice and respectful or “fake funny” with some old man with erectile dysfunction to get over. The fans love me for one reason Verona. I get in that ring, and I leave parts of me on that canvas. I leave blood, I leave sweat, I leave tears, I leave time with my family there, but these are sacrifices we all make. But I leave parts of my soul in that ring every damn day I’m in it. My question to you Rob...is how much blood are you content with leaving in that ring?....”
I turn my head and smirk.
“How much of your soul is left to wager?. You know what it’s like to face me Verona, you know how much I can take out of you and when the blood is shed, and trust me on this, blood will be shed, how much are you willing to part with?.”
“You don’t know what I will do...”
“Hell not even I know anymore...”
“In the pursuit of my dream......”
“I just don’t know......”
“Maybe I shouldn’t of come here......”
I close my eyes as the wind blows past my ears.
“I know this may come as a shock to you but. Maybe you were right. About all of it. And maybe I was too stubborn to see. Just like Dylan. I guess we come from a stubborn family.....”
I open my eyes back up as they well with tears.
“Dylan was stubborn. He followed my dream. You remember my dream right?. The one you said was stupid, idiotic and had no chance?.....”
I look away and sigh.
“I’m living it, you’d still see me as a failure, because I’m not the best. That was your whole thing right?. So something and be the best at it. You were the best at drinking and being a total prick, to bad you couldn’t be the best at other things. Like husband and father...that would have been a huge help....”
My fist clenches as I sigh again trying to keep my emotions in check.
“But as I said maybe you were right. Maybe I’m the reason Dylan couldn’t handle his demons. The same one’s that you fell to. I refuse to become a victim of my demons. I refuse to be like you. I refuse to let the mistakes of the past haunt my children and my son. My brother is gone......but his namesake will bring our family name greatness because I will be everything you weren’t.”
I feel myself slipping.
“You son of a bitch. Even now your words and actions follow me, like a bad stench, it suffocates me. But I will realise my dream, I will be everything you weren’t and when I’m remembered b y my family, by my friends, by people around the world, it will be as a champion and a real man....something you never knew anything about....”
I wipe my eyes and breathe deep before turning and walking away, I stop midstep before turning my head slightly.
“Thanks for the talk......Dad.....”
The dry grass of the cemetery crunches beneath my feet as birds chatter above, but my eyes and ears are blocked to the nature around me......thoughts have consumed me.....
“I can almost feel it...”
I close my eyes and breathe deep.
“The road to the gold is coming. One of the most prestigious tournaments in the wrestling world. The prize?. A shot at the world champ. A chance to be counted as one of the best and a stage to prove one thing. Dominance. You have to fight your way through match after match and prove you deserve to be a contender....”
I scoff and laugh to myself.
“Or in my case. I get to secure a shot that Kelly and Adam cannot take away. I get one more crack. Of course I am under no illusions that if I am to win the Road to the gold, if I do look back on my road and see broken and bruised bodies, Kelly will have a plan to try and stop me. I’m not stupid, I know they will do everything in their power to stop me...after all, Rob Diamond used to ask me how if felt to be screwed by a Knite......”
I laugh again and sigh.
“But this time, this time I wage war on the progeny of the Famularo family. I will go up and continue sticking my finger in his face...but first, first I defeat a ghost of my past...Roberto Verona.....”
