Post by Alex Jones on Apr 10, 2013 1:36:30 GMT -6
Wake up sleepy wide awake!
I am the walking dead
I am deaths best friend
I create disaster
I'm the master killing me
There's no innocence, only pain, I'm empty
Alex Jones sits alone. His head hung low. His long black hair wet and dangling down each side of his face. His normal five o’clock shadow now a full blown beard.
“It seems as if all good things come to an end....”
The statement rings true in his own mind as well as an echoing sentiment of many NCW fans. Alex slowly brings a beer to his lips. He closes his eyes as the amber liquid helps quench his sadness.
“You know a few years back, I was sitting at home. I was just minding my own business, I was bored, I was lonely. My then wife had left me with our kids who I found out weren’t even mine. I was a wreck. I had nothing, I wanted nothing, I was just a shell of my former self. Then I received a phone call from an old friend. This friend told me that he’d seen many of my former colleagues working for a relatively new company. At first I didn’t care. I just wanted to be left alone. With the money I’d made from selling my ass in the other company, I just wanted to sit back and do nothing. But that existence, that feeling was put there by an anger I had with the business. The way I’d been treated, looked at. I had enough. I had been a world champion but I was never seen that way. I was laughed at and told I was the champion because no one of note was left. And I looked at that replica belt. I looked at my name and I hated it. I hated the feeling it gave me, I hated that it was tainted. I hated that I was looked upon as a fake and a fraud. Slowly that anger built in me and I wanted to clear my name. I wanted to show I was no fake champion....and I wanted to do it in a place that was fun...I wanted my career to be fun again.....”
Alex lowers his beer and stares at the bottle. His thumb running along the label as it slowly curls upwards.
“So, I received an offer from NCW when I announced I was a free agent. I signed the contract and was ready to remind the world who AJ Phoenix was. And that brings me to a man I’ve known for a very, very long time. Joe Everyman......”
“You know Joe. I used to think of you as a joke. I used to think of you as past his prime. But the truth is, you’re not a joke, and you’re not past your prime. See you’re not a joke, cause, well, jokes are funny. And you’re not past your prime cause you never really had a prime. I tried to be nice, I tried to be respectful, but a few weeks ago I heard you run your mouth about me. I heard you tell the world I was nothing compared to you and that you were going to prove it. You Joe, you were one of my first opponents in NCW. You were a National title contender and since you’d been here longer you were a “star”. But what happened Joe?. I kicked your arrogant, bland ass all over NCW. I beat you down and made you my bitch.....”
“You Joe, you are the guy who when a champion wants a walk in the park title defence, they choose you. You got in the coliseum because NCW wants to give the best who have never been champions a shot. And with that being said I have no idea how you made it into this match because while you’ve been here a long, long time, you have never and will never be...”one of the best”...”
Alex laughs to himself and takes another sip of his beer.
“That may sound arrogant of me, that may sound like a bit of a low blow, but after five or six years of hearing me run MY mouth, you should know better. Just like Mike Laszlo should know better. Now Mike isn’t like Joe. See Mike isn’t a complete failure. He isn’t a snivelling little weasel of a man like Joe. No, Mike is just a douchebag who believes he should be handed the worlds on a silver plater. This bleach blonde wannabe asshole comes into NCW, he is impressive, but then somehow cheat,s and bull****s his way into multiple world title matches over and over and over again. And what does Mike do with these opportunities?. Does he use them to become the world champion we all want to see?. Does he use them to better himself and not make the same mistakes time and time again?. No, he takes these management handed opportunities and throws them on the ground before taking out his Johnson and pissing on them.....”
Alex throws the better bottle down and stands up.
“He pissed on NCW and the world title and the fans with his terrible performances. Meanwhile deserving guys like myself sit back and watch this shaking our heads and looking up to the sky screaming “WHY!. WHY GOD MUST MEN LIKE MYSELF NOT BECOME THE CHAMPION WHEN ASSHOLES WITH HALF THE TALENT MOULDED OUT OF **** DO NOTHING!.”.....My queries and prayers go unanswered to this day Mike. Is that better?. Is that what you wanted?. You bitched about the whole “respect” thing so now, maybe it’s time I just remind the world how much of a little bitch you are. You may be talented, you may be a great athlete, but one on one, you have never measured up to me. You may get lucky, a cheap pin, a count out. But one on one Mike. I’m just better.....I’m better than you, I’m better than Joe and I’m better than every other guy in this match......”
Alex scoffs and shakes his head.
“And speaking of this match. How the **** did Seth Evans, Shane Hunt and A.C Douglas get in this match?. Shane Hunt was here for about five seconds before his online pharmacy got shut down and he couldn’t get steroids anymore so he ran away. And then when he slinks back in he gets beaten by Rob Diamond and AC?. He’s had what 12 or 13 matches here and losses his last two yet now here he is with a shot to go after the NCW world title?. WHAT THE ****?. Was Mike Honcho busy?. Did Philip Burns not want to turn down his tag title shot?.......face it Shane, you don’t belong here....**** off....”
“Same as Seth Evans, last time I saw this little bitch he was, well he was losing to me. Then he packed his bags, tucked the tiny excuse for a set he has between his legs and went home. Because he knew he couldn’t hand with the best in NCW. Yet here he is coming back in cause he just “has” to be here for the end. Just like everyone else who has crawled back in to NCW. But here’s the question...the MILLION DOLLAR question....”
Alex laughs and shakes his head.
“Where were you when we needed you?.....”
Alex snaps back to his anger and frustration.
“You all walked away when NCW and the fans needed you. I’ve been here working my ass off more than Joe, more than Mike more than the other three douche bags and yet I am here again competing for that one shot. And this time, it is one last shot. This is it. Last contender match as NCW slowly comes to an end. And I will earn my shot. I will earn the right to go on to A night to remember. I will be inducted into the NCW hall of fame that night, a huge accomplishment and one I will cherish and honor....but it will mean less without the world title. One run, one moment of holding the belt that has eluded me my whole career. A five year career, not six months like A.C Douglas. Not 13 matches like Shane Hunt.....And as for Joe, well ol Joe hangs around here like a bad smell......but he’s not championship material....”
Alex smiles to himself.
“So the story I was telling before I got sidetracked. I signed to NCW. I saw a chance to reignite my career and to become a champion. To right the wrongs in my life and career. But in five years I haven’t been able to right those wrongs. I haven’t been able to be the champion I always knew I could be, and the coliseum match is my final shot. It’s everyone’s final shot......and this is my road to walk and my shot to take. I look at the other five men in this match and I just can’t let this happen. I deserve this, I deserve this more than them and now it’s all on me to prove it and to take the opportunity....and it’s on you five to stop me....”
I am the walking dead
I am deaths best friend
I create disaster
I'm the master killing me
There's no innocence, only pain, I'm empty
Alex Jones sits alone. His head hung low. His long black hair wet and dangling down each side of his face. His normal five o’clock shadow now a full blown beard.
“It seems as if all good things come to an end....”
The statement rings true in his own mind as well as an echoing sentiment of many NCW fans. Alex slowly brings a beer to his lips. He closes his eyes as the amber liquid helps quench his sadness.
“You know a few years back, I was sitting at home. I was just minding my own business, I was bored, I was lonely. My then wife had left me with our kids who I found out weren’t even mine. I was a wreck. I had nothing, I wanted nothing, I was just a shell of my former self. Then I received a phone call from an old friend. This friend told me that he’d seen many of my former colleagues working for a relatively new company. At first I didn’t care. I just wanted to be left alone. With the money I’d made from selling my ass in the other company, I just wanted to sit back and do nothing. But that existence, that feeling was put there by an anger I had with the business. The way I’d been treated, looked at. I had enough. I had been a world champion but I was never seen that way. I was laughed at and told I was the champion because no one of note was left. And I looked at that replica belt. I looked at my name and I hated it. I hated the feeling it gave me, I hated that it was tainted. I hated that I was looked upon as a fake and a fraud. Slowly that anger built in me and I wanted to clear my name. I wanted to show I was no fake champion....and I wanted to do it in a place that was fun...I wanted my career to be fun again.....”
Alex lowers his beer and stares at the bottle. His thumb running along the label as it slowly curls upwards.
“So, I received an offer from NCW when I announced I was a free agent. I signed the contract and was ready to remind the world who AJ Phoenix was. And that brings me to a man I’ve known for a very, very long time. Joe Everyman......”
“You know Joe. I used to think of you as a joke. I used to think of you as past his prime. But the truth is, you’re not a joke, and you’re not past your prime. See you’re not a joke, cause, well, jokes are funny. And you’re not past your prime cause you never really had a prime. I tried to be nice, I tried to be respectful, but a few weeks ago I heard you run your mouth about me. I heard you tell the world I was nothing compared to you and that you were going to prove it. You Joe, you were one of my first opponents in NCW. You were a National title contender and since you’d been here longer you were a “star”. But what happened Joe?. I kicked your arrogant, bland ass all over NCW. I beat you down and made you my bitch.....”
“You Joe, you are the guy who when a champion wants a walk in the park title defence, they choose you. You got in the coliseum because NCW wants to give the best who have never been champions a shot. And with that being said I have no idea how you made it into this match because while you’ve been here a long, long time, you have never and will never be...”one of the best”...”
Alex laughs to himself and takes another sip of his beer.
“That may sound arrogant of me, that may sound like a bit of a low blow, but after five or six years of hearing me run MY mouth, you should know better. Just like Mike Laszlo should know better. Now Mike isn’t like Joe. See Mike isn’t a complete failure. He isn’t a snivelling little weasel of a man like Joe. No, Mike is just a douchebag who believes he should be handed the worlds on a silver plater. This bleach blonde wannabe asshole comes into NCW, he is impressive, but then somehow cheat,s and bull****s his way into multiple world title matches over and over and over again. And what does Mike do with these opportunities?. Does he use them to become the world champion we all want to see?. Does he use them to better himself and not make the same mistakes time and time again?. No, he takes these management handed opportunities and throws them on the ground before taking out his Johnson and pissing on them.....”
Alex throws the better bottle down and stands up.
“He pissed on NCW and the world title and the fans with his terrible performances. Meanwhile deserving guys like myself sit back and watch this shaking our heads and looking up to the sky screaming “WHY!. WHY GOD MUST MEN LIKE MYSELF NOT BECOME THE CHAMPION WHEN ASSHOLES WITH HALF THE TALENT MOULDED OUT OF **** DO NOTHING!.”.....My queries and prayers go unanswered to this day Mike. Is that better?. Is that what you wanted?. You bitched about the whole “respect” thing so now, maybe it’s time I just remind the world how much of a little bitch you are. You may be talented, you may be a great athlete, but one on one, you have never measured up to me. You may get lucky, a cheap pin, a count out. But one on one Mike. I’m just better.....I’m better than you, I’m better than Joe and I’m better than every other guy in this match......”
Alex scoffs and shakes his head.
“And speaking of this match. How the **** did Seth Evans, Shane Hunt and A.C Douglas get in this match?. Shane Hunt was here for about five seconds before his online pharmacy got shut down and he couldn’t get steroids anymore so he ran away. And then when he slinks back in he gets beaten by Rob Diamond and AC?. He’s had what 12 or 13 matches here and losses his last two yet now here he is with a shot to go after the NCW world title?. WHAT THE ****?. Was Mike Honcho busy?. Did Philip Burns not want to turn down his tag title shot?.......face it Shane, you don’t belong here....**** off....”
“Same as Seth Evans, last time I saw this little bitch he was, well he was losing to me. Then he packed his bags, tucked the tiny excuse for a set he has between his legs and went home. Because he knew he couldn’t hand with the best in NCW. Yet here he is coming back in cause he just “has” to be here for the end. Just like everyone else who has crawled back in to NCW. But here’s the question...the MILLION DOLLAR question....”
Alex laughs and shakes his head.
“Where were you when we needed you?.....”
Alex snaps back to his anger and frustration.
“You all walked away when NCW and the fans needed you. I’ve been here working my ass off more than Joe, more than Mike more than the other three douche bags and yet I am here again competing for that one shot. And this time, it is one last shot. This is it. Last contender match as NCW slowly comes to an end. And I will earn my shot. I will earn the right to go on to A night to remember. I will be inducted into the NCW hall of fame that night, a huge accomplishment and one I will cherish and honor....but it will mean less without the world title. One run, one moment of holding the belt that has eluded me my whole career. A five year career, not six months like A.C Douglas. Not 13 matches like Shane Hunt.....And as for Joe, well ol Joe hangs around here like a bad smell......but he’s not championship material....”
Alex smiles to himself.
“So the story I was telling before I got sidetracked. I signed to NCW. I saw a chance to reignite my career and to become a champion. To right the wrongs in my life and career. But in five years I haven’t been able to right those wrongs. I haven’t been able to be the champion I always knew I could be, and the coliseum match is my final shot. It’s everyone’s final shot......and this is my road to walk and my shot to take. I look at the other five men in this match and I just can’t let this happen. I deserve this, I deserve this more than them and now it’s all on me to prove it and to take the opportunity....and it’s on you five to stop me....”