Post by Alex Jones on Mar 9, 2013 6:02:32 GMT -6
What is a beginning?.
Is it the start?
The Rebirth?
Or is the end the only true beginning any of us ever have?
When you reach an end, when you stare into it....
See it...
Feel it..
You feel free.....
And that is what I am...
A free man....
No longer bound by your ideas...
Of right...
Of wrong...
Of morality....
I am the alpha...
I am the omega....
And you are just in the way....
“You wanted this James....”
Alex sits, cross legged, on the floor of his home. Dressed in a pair of loose fitting shorts, a black killswitch engage hoodie pulled over his head, his hands clasped together as he traces circles on the floor with his finger tips.
“You earned this shot last month. I should congratulate you but I won’t. Because this is not a cause for celebration. You climbing the NCW ladder is feel good story but unfortunately that ladder has led to me. And now Jimmy. Now over the last few weeks you’ve seen and felt what kind of man...or monster you’re dealing with. I have reached the proverbial end of the road and last month I stood on the edge. Walking that line. On one side, everything I was and could have been again, and then on the edge, everything I’d always hated and pushed against. When faced with this realisation and absolution I had an internal struggle as most men do. But the fear faded Jimmy, the fear of what I was, the fear of what people WANTED me to be...it slowly evaporated from my soul. And I closed my eyes, took a deep breath.......and jumped....”
“I fell from all that was good and pure. Into that world of darkness I’ve always fought, but in my heart I always knew I belonged there. Don’t you see Jimmy?. I tried ti fight it, I tried to hide it from myself. I told the world for years I stood for honor and respect and pride. I waged a war against Angel for it, telling everyone I was the opposite of him. But deep down I wanted to destroy him because he was the outward appearance of everything I was inside. But over the last few months this has been building, slowly at first but picking up speed, and this Sunday it will come crashing around us in one glorious violent crescendo. You’ve seen it building Jimmy. Week after week, I verbally abused you, I physically assaulted your wife and then I attacked you just to remind you I was there costing you a match.....”
Alex slowly smiles, his face slightly covered by his long two tone hair.
“I have become everything people warned me I’d become if I let go. I became the X-champion, I stood up and told the world I was going back to my roots, I destroyed the competition. It started with Ken Davison, he crossed me, I caved his skull in against the steel steps and now he has not been seen since. Dexter Davis stood in my way, I destroyed him and sent him and his whore wife somewhere else. And then the last guy to face me...Seth Evans, he tried twice, unsuccessfully to beat me and I sent him packing too. I end careers, I ruin lives. And you Jimmy, you’re next. And just think, as I said you wanted this. You fought for and won a match to earn the right to face me. Alot of people have said I’m just a big fish in a small pool. I should be going after the National or World title, but this is where my heart is Jimmy, the division that has parts of the X-Division. I have always been the poster child for this style. And as I bring back the glory days I can’t help but smile....”
“But I refuse to let anyone beat me for it Jimmy.....I refuse to let this title fall into the wrong hands and be tainted. This is my world Jimmy, and you’re just a guest....”
“What did you want to be when you were a kid James?. A doctor?. You wanted to make people feel better?. To heal them?.....You wanted to diagnose and help right?. Do you know what I wanted to do when I was a kid James?......”
Alex laughs and slides his hands over his head.
“I wanted to be a professional wrestler.....”
“I wanted to walk out into that ring, put on a show and hear those fans go nuts. But then you had a dream and wanted to become a wrestler, like me. But as your dream changed so did mine. No longer do I want to walk out there and put on a show. I don’t care about the fans James...they are a poison.....a poison that will infect you and break you. But me?. I’ve been cured James...CURED. I fight for one person...and one alone......me....”
Is it the start?
The Rebirth?
Or is the end the only true beginning any of us ever have?
When you reach an end, when you stare into it....
See it...
Feel it..
You feel free.....
And that is what I am...
A free man....
No longer bound by your ideas...
Of right...
Of wrong...
Of morality....
I am the alpha...
I am the omega....
And you are just in the way....
“You wanted this James....”
Alex sits, cross legged, on the floor of his home. Dressed in a pair of loose fitting shorts, a black killswitch engage hoodie pulled over his head, his hands clasped together as he traces circles on the floor with his finger tips.
“You earned this shot last month. I should congratulate you but I won’t. Because this is not a cause for celebration. You climbing the NCW ladder is feel good story but unfortunately that ladder has led to me. And now Jimmy. Now over the last few weeks you’ve seen and felt what kind of man...or monster you’re dealing with. I have reached the proverbial end of the road and last month I stood on the edge. Walking that line. On one side, everything I was and could have been again, and then on the edge, everything I’d always hated and pushed against. When faced with this realisation and absolution I had an internal struggle as most men do. But the fear faded Jimmy, the fear of what I was, the fear of what people WANTED me to be...it slowly evaporated from my soul. And I closed my eyes, took a deep breath.......and jumped....”
“I fell from all that was good and pure. Into that world of darkness I’ve always fought, but in my heart I always knew I belonged there. Don’t you see Jimmy?. I tried ti fight it, I tried to hide it from myself. I told the world for years I stood for honor and respect and pride. I waged a war against Angel for it, telling everyone I was the opposite of him. But deep down I wanted to destroy him because he was the outward appearance of everything I was inside. But over the last few months this has been building, slowly at first but picking up speed, and this Sunday it will come crashing around us in one glorious violent crescendo. You’ve seen it building Jimmy. Week after week, I verbally abused you, I physically assaulted your wife and then I attacked you just to remind you I was there costing you a match.....”
Alex slowly smiles, his face slightly covered by his long two tone hair.
“I have become everything people warned me I’d become if I let go. I became the X-champion, I stood up and told the world I was going back to my roots, I destroyed the competition. It started with Ken Davison, he crossed me, I caved his skull in against the steel steps and now he has not been seen since. Dexter Davis stood in my way, I destroyed him and sent him and his whore wife somewhere else. And then the last guy to face me...Seth Evans, he tried twice, unsuccessfully to beat me and I sent him packing too. I end careers, I ruin lives. And you Jimmy, you’re next. And just think, as I said you wanted this. You fought for and won a match to earn the right to face me. Alot of people have said I’m just a big fish in a small pool. I should be going after the National or World title, but this is where my heart is Jimmy, the division that has parts of the X-Division. I have always been the poster child for this style. And as I bring back the glory days I can’t help but smile....”
“But I refuse to let anyone beat me for it Jimmy.....I refuse to let this title fall into the wrong hands and be tainted. This is my world Jimmy, and you’re just a guest....”
“What did you want to be when you were a kid James?. A doctor?. You wanted to make people feel better?. To heal them?.....You wanted to diagnose and help right?. Do you know what I wanted to do when I was a kid James?......”
Alex laughs and slides his hands over his head.
“I wanted to be a professional wrestler.....”
“I wanted to walk out into that ring, put on a show and hear those fans go nuts. But then you had a dream and wanted to become a wrestler, like me. But as your dream changed so did mine. No longer do I want to walk out there and put on a show. I don’t care about the fans James...they are a poison.....a poison that will infect you and break you. But me?. I’ve been cured James...CURED. I fight for one person...and one alone......me....”