Post by Alex Jones on Jan 1, 2013 19:41:29 GMT -6
I've opened up my eyesSeen the world for what it's worth
Tears rain down from the sky
They'll blow it all to bits
To prove whose god wields all the power
Fire rains down from the sky
I walk along the narrow hallway leading from my kitchen to the front of my home, I stop and lean against the front banister looking out onto the street from the front porch. I grit my teeth and sigh as I try and choose my words carefully.
“It’s a new year, and with a new year usually comes a new perspective. People call this a new years resolution. Be honest. We all do it. We all try and improve ourselves and become better people. Whether that be an overweight man desperately trying to lose weight, or a woman trying to quit smoking. We all try to improve on ourselves. Well my new years resolution is different. My new years resolution isn’t to become a better person, mine is to start a regression.”
I small grunt escapes my lips as I grip the banister harder.
“Mine is to restart that burning fire inside myself. See for those who have forgotten, just over four years ago I stepped foot into NCW. Not everyone was happy to see me here. Old friends like Spike and Brad Kane, Joe Everyman and Steve Awesome were against me signing my name on that contract but NCW wanted me, the fans wanted me and here I was. I fought long and hard to repair those broken friendships and too win back trust and respect. And slowly people started to trust me again, as I rose through NCW’s ranks....”
“I beat some of the best NCW had to offer and I became the “it” guy of NCW. As a war broke out between Adam Knite and NCW challengers to the king came and went. Some would step up and fail, others would step up and then join his ranks. Then, eventually, I was asked to stand opposite him. I was asked to be the man to save NCW. And I obliged. I fought Adam and at every turn I was pushed back. I faced the man for the world title and beat him. Yes in the record books I BEAT Adam Knite but he kept the belt. He outsmarted me like he does everyone else and while I won the battle he won the war......”
“And over time I have campaigned for another chance. In fact many, including Dexter, would go on and on about how I whine and complain. And for the most part it’s true. I whined, I complained and in the end I got what I wanted, another shot, or so I thought. I never had a chance to win that title match, I was there for one reason....to be screwed and made to look like a fool. So yeah I was angry I complained and bitched. But it wasn’t entirely for me....”
I sigh and run a hand through my long dark hair.
“It was partly for the fans. Because they deserved more. They have deserved more than Jack Hammond and Andrew Jacobsen for world champions. I’ve been sitting there watching men with a quarter of my talent become world champion and then men who have the same talents as myself get title shot after title shot till they win the mother ****ing lottery and luck out a win. In the beginning that’s what I fought for, that’s what I wanted. You people deserved a real champion......”
“But now. Now I don’t care. Now I don’t care what my friends think, I don’t care what fans think I am out for one person and one person only. Myself. So now when I complain, when I whine, when I bitch it’s for the sole reason that I am sick and tired of NCW. See that is why I’m doing this. That is why I’m going back to the beginning, to rebuild my career. It’s to remind myself just why I do this. So I made the decision that 2013 was going to be the year I reclaimed my glory and gave birth to the resurrected legend of Alex Jones.....”
“And it all starts with me reclaiming the X-title. The bastardised version of the X-Division title I once held dear. NCW management decided to take that belt with it’s lineage and cross breed it with the mutated disgusting past of the Xtreme title. That belt has fallen into the hands of Dexter Davis......and I have to save it......”
I close my eyes and breathe deeply.
“See while I don’t doubt Dexter’s ability, I do have serious doubts about who he is as a man. He is the unfunny joke that just will not die. He is some kind of stain on the underwear of life that no amount of bleach will make fade. He holds a championship title but instead of holding himself as a champion he looks like a complete fool. Week after week we’re treated to lovely little snippets of his life where we watch him and his moronic wife go through their lives without any type of class.....”
“Not just that but I’m pretty sure most of it is staged. Is this how married women act?......here let’s find out.....”
I slowly turn and walk back inside my house to find Shelly drinking a bottle of water after coming back from a run....
“Shelly....do you love me?.....”
She raises an eyebrow..
“Yes...why...what did you do?.....”
I laugh to myself and take her hand.
“Would you like to take your daughter Hayleigh and explain to her why a certain race is better in bed or for a husband completely brainwashing her and also show it on TV just to prove how completely screwed up we are?....”
Shelly looks at me with a face that can only be described as “cowboy fan angry”.
“What?.....NO!.....that’s sick and immoral and pathetic....”
I slowly look sideways and deadpan....
“How about I get some kind of wild animal and scare you with it?.....and then film it for the world to see...you know cause it’s like SO FUNNY MAN LULS OMG LYKE HURHURHURHUR!!!!!!111111!!!!!!!one!!!!!!”
Shelly just blinks and says nothing.
“Wait..better idea. How about your next birthday party, we take camera’s, film it all including you getting it on with another woman and then you’ll ask me to join i-“
SLAP!. That did it. Shelly right hooked me faster then a homosexual outside chick-fil-a.
“Alex Jones, I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am but no real happily married couple would put up with this for anything more than cheap bull**** comedic value and anyone who would agree to do these things or talk about them is just sad and has a very distorted view on male to female relationships and marriage....”
Shelly turns and walks away as I rub my cheek and smirk.
“And too think I didn’t even get to ask her about the whole publically admitting your husband has masturbated over someone else line. Look at your life Dexter. You’re a sad little man who talks about how he’s an average guy who has lucked out and become a wrestler. You’re living your dream right?. Well right now, your dream becomes a nightmare. Average men, don’t beat guys like me Dex.....”
“I’m done being the good guy, I’m done talking about respect and honor and the good fight. I’m done pretending I’m not better than everyone else. I’m an amazing athlete and a damn fine professional wrestler and I am going to spend this year proving it over and over again and one of the ways is by saving that title from you and your random stupidity.....”
“I am the new messiah for the wrestling fans around the world. If they wish to be saved from the usual mind numbing crap you put them through and want to be entertaining by someone kicking you in the head then they’ll turn to me and here’s the thing Dex it’s not just you, I have the sincerest hope that Megan Sanderson pops your moronic wife’s head like a zit and takes her title so you both disappear into the same black hole Philip Burns and Jack Manson keep falling into......”
I laugh to myself and slowly pull the hood from my hoodie over my head
“What are you going to do Dexter?. Show me more of your lame family?. Are you going to spit the same tired bull**** as everyone else at me?. I honestly don’t care Dex, see all this talking is just a way for me to entertain myself. It really means nothing in the grand scheme of things, cause on Sunday you will step between those ropes and face me one on one and in that moment, when you stare into my eyes you will know you’ve been outmatched.....”
“When you lay on the mat, staring at the bright lights above and you here the small section of fans that actually care about you booing and freaking out then it will slowly start to sink in. There is no way you win this. There is no way you walk away the hero, there is no way you stay champion.......”
“It’s a fact of life.....get used to it....”
Tears rain down from the sky
They'll blow it all to bits
To prove whose god wields all the power
Fire rains down from the sky
I walk along the narrow hallway leading from my kitchen to the front of my home, I stop and lean against the front banister looking out onto the street from the front porch. I grit my teeth and sigh as I try and choose my words carefully.
“It’s a new year, and with a new year usually comes a new perspective. People call this a new years resolution. Be honest. We all do it. We all try and improve ourselves and become better people. Whether that be an overweight man desperately trying to lose weight, or a woman trying to quit smoking. We all try to improve on ourselves. Well my new years resolution is different. My new years resolution isn’t to become a better person, mine is to start a regression.”
I small grunt escapes my lips as I grip the banister harder.
“Mine is to restart that burning fire inside myself. See for those who have forgotten, just over four years ago I stepped foot into NCW. Not everyone was happy to see me here. Old friends like Spike and Brad Kane, Joe Everyman and Steve Awesome were against me signing my name on that contract but NCW wanted me, the fans wanted me and here I was. I fought long and hard to repair those broken friendships and too win back trust and respect. And slowly people started to trust me again, as I rose through NCW’s ranks....”
“I beat some of the best NCW had to offer and I became the “it” guy of NCW. As a war broke out between Adam Knite and NCW challengers to the king came and went. Some would step up and fail, others would step up and then join his ranks. Then, eventually, I was asked to stand opposite him. I was asked to be the man to save NCW. And I obliged. I fought Adam and at every turn I was pushed back. I faced the man for the world title and beat him. Yes in the record books I BEAT Adam Knite but he kept the belt. He outsmarted me like he does everyone else and while I won the battle he won the war......”
“And over time I have campaigned for another chance. In fact many, including Dexter, would go on and on about how I whine and complain. And for the most part it’s true. I whined, I complained and in the end I got what I wanted, another shot, or so I thought. I never had a chance to win that title match, I was there for one reason....to be screwed and made to look like a fool. So yeah I was angry I complained and bitched. But it wasn’t entirely for me....”
I sigh and run a hand through my long dark hair.
“It was partly for the fans. Because they deserved more. They have deserved more than Jack Hammond and Andrew Jacobsen for world champions. I’ve been sitting there watching men with a quarter of my talent become world champion and then men who have the same talents as myself get title shot after title shot till they win the mother ****ing lottery and luck out a win. In the beginning that’s what I fought for, that’s what I wanted. You people deserved a real champion......”
“But now. Now I don’t care. Now I don’t care what my friends think, I don’t care what fans think I am out for one person and one person only. Myself. So now when I complain, when I whine, when I bitch it’s for the sole reason that I am sick and tired of NCW. See that is why I’m doing this. That is why I’m going back to the beginning, to rebuild my career. It’s to remind myself just why I do this. So I made the decision that 2013 was going to be the year I reclaimed my glory and gave birth to the resurrected legend of Alex Jones.....”
“And it all starts with me reclaiming the X-title. The bastardised version of the X-Division title I once held dear. NCW management decided to take that belt with it’s lineage and cross breed it with the mutated disgusting past of the Xtreme title. That belt has fallen into the hands of Dexter Davis......and I have to save it......”
I close my eyes and breathe deeply.
“See while I don’t doubt Dexter’s ability, I do have serious doubts about who he is as a man. He is the unfunny joke that just will not die. He is some kind of stain on the underwear of life that no amount of bleach will make fade. He holds a championship title but instead of holding himself as a champion he looks like a complete fool. Week after week we’re treated to lovely little snippets of his life where we watch him and his moronic wife go through their lives without any type of class.....”
“Not just that but I’m pretty sure most of it is staged. Is this how married women act?......here let’s find out.....”
I slowly turn and walk back inside my house to find Shelly drinking a bottle of water after coming back from a run....
“Shelly....do you love me?.....”
She raises an eyebrow..
“Yes...why...what did you do?.....”
I laugh to myself and take her hand.
“Would you like to take your daughter Hayleigh and explain to her why a certain race is better in bed or for a husband completely brainwashing her and also show it on TV just to prove how completely screwed up we are?....”
Shelly looks at me with a face that can only be described as “cowboy fan angry”.
“What?.....NO!.....that’s sick and immoral and pathetic....”
I slowly look sideways and deadpan....
“How about I get some kind of wild animal and scare you with it?.....and then film it for the world to see...you know cause it’s like SO FUNNY MAN LULS OMG LYKE HURHURHURHUR!!!!!!111111!!!!!!!one!!!!!!”
Shelly just blinks and says nothing.
“Wait..better idea. How about your next birthday party, we take camera’s, film it all including you getting it on with another woman and then you’ll ask me to join i-“
SLAP!. That did it. Shelly right hooked me faster then a homosexual outside chick-fil-a.
“Alex Jones, I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am but no real happily married couple would put up with this for anything more than cheap bull**** comedic value and anyone who would agree to do these things or talk about them is just sad and has a very distorted view on male to female relationships and marriage....”
Shelly turns and walks away as I rub my cheek and smirk.
“And too think I didn’t even get to ask her about the whole publically admitting your husband has masturbated over someone else line. Look at your life Dexter. You’re a sad little man who talks about how he’s an average guy who has lucked out and become a wrestler. You’re living your dream right?. Well right now, your dream becomes a nightmare. Average men, don’t beat guys like me Dex.....”
“I’m done being the good guy, I’m done talking about respect and honor and the good fight. I’m done pretending I’m not better than everyone else. I’m an amazing athlete and a damn fine professional wrestler and I am going to spend this year proving it over and over again and one of the ways is by saving that title from you and your random stupidity.....”
“I am the new messiah for the wrestling fans around the world. If they wish to be saved from the usual mind numbing crap you put them through and want to be entertaining by someone kicking you in the head then they’ll turn to me and here’s the thing Dex it’s not just you, I have the sincerest hope that Megan Sanderson pops your moronic wife’s head like a zit and takes her title so you both disappear into the same black hole Philip Burns and Jack Manson keep falling into......”
I laugh to myself and slowly pull the hood from my hoodie over my head
“What are you going to do Dexter?. Show me more of your lame family?. Are you going to spit the same tired bull**** as everyone else at me?. I honestly don’t care Dex, see all this talking is just a way for me to entertain myself. It really means nothing in the grand scheme of things, cause on Sunday you will step between those ropes and face me one on one and in that moment, when you stare into my eyes you will know you’ve been outmatched.....”
“When you lay on the mat, staring at the bright lights above and you here the small section of fans that actually care about you booing and freaking out then it will slowly start to sink in. There is no way you win this. There is no way you walk away the hero, there is no way you stay champion.......”
“It’s a fact of life.....get used to it....”
