Post by Alex Jones on Jun 9, 2008 18:26:53 GMT -6
"Can you feel it?"
The light in the room shimmers, but it is still dark. The little light that is there comes from a small lamp on a bedside table. AJ Phoenix is seen sitting on his bed, fully dressed in street clothes, his long hair tied back
"Can...you...feel it?"
He asks the question again, this time with more emphasis. A smirk comes across his face as he breathes deep through his nose and releases it through his mouth in an almost sexual sigh
"The days before a pay per view, the monthly shows that can define your career, the times when most people will remember you. Needless to say we all put everything we can into each appearance we make for this company, but at Picture Perfect it will be different...better. It's a bigger stage, time for the true stars to shine and for the wannabes to sit back and contemplate a career move. And how fitting is it that a man who I have a somewhat storied past with is involved in the match. A man who I have clashed with many times, Mr "Reckless Jack" Brad Kane. Here's a man who got his panties in a twist after I called him "worthless jack". A simple, clever wordplay on his stage name, and he got so angry about it he whined and bitched for days in promos directed at me, then within a month I destroyed his reputation so much that he had to work twice as hard to rebuild it, then last year, he beat me twice, he finally got the monkey off his back by making me submit...then a month later he won again....after interference of course but shhhh he doesn't need reminding of that..."
A cocky smirk crosses AJ's face. his eyes trail down to a beer bottle on the floor, he picks it up, his eyes study it as he remembers his past with alcohol, AJ looks back up and pops the bottle open downing it, he breathes deeply and smirks again
"Then again, Jack is a former champion here. He was the first ever X Division champion, something he should be rightfully proud of, he's even become GWC world champion, again another thing he should be proud of. In fact he has reached the top in almost every company he's been contracted by, even the XHF. Now against popular opinion I don't "hate" Brad because of his accomplishments, far from it. As an in ring performer I respect the hell out of him. But on a more personal note, he's a jerk. Sure I haven't been the best guy to know backstage, in fact for a while I was a real asshole, but Brad took it to a whole new level. But one thing I don't get is how...if Brad and Spike are twins, how they didn't see this before, I mean they're identical, but hey I can't rag on the guy even though he is "straight edge, like that means he's better than the rest of us...."
AJ scoffs and shakes his head
"He doesn't even take his medication for depression, like he wants to feel the pain, well Brad that's fine man, you want to be a depressed sad sack and become some kind of up himself loser that's just peachy. You go ahead and go "straight edge", after all you'd be the first wrestler to do it wouldn't you Brad?..."
AJ rolls his eyes and shakes his head before continuing
"This will be the first time you and I have stepped in the ring against each other in over a year. And while others may have been considered my equals I consider our "feud" a highlight of my career, and it will be reignited it seems at Picture Perfect. my first NCW pay per view appearance. And what an appearance it will be Brad. See our issue is far from over, it never got settled it never ended, and forget about happy endings here man, cause the truth is there is no happy ending for you and me, all there is, is pain. All there will be, all there has been will never end. We've fought many times and I wont be satisfied until you can't stand anymore, until your career crumbles, hell I may even be doing you a favor, so you can sit back, take your meds and get the help you deserve, wouldn't that be something Brad?. You being saved and getting the help you need after getting a beating from me. But it's OK Brad, you wont need to thank me, the blood on my hands will be satisfaction enough for me...and trust me Brad....you will bleed. I will look down on your beaten, bruised, battered body and as I stare into your vacant, defeated eyes I will smile, and then maybe just maybe it will be over, but as long as I breath, as long as I have the ability Brad, you'll have to watch your back, cause I will follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond to end you..."
The intensity in AJ's voice rises to the point he seems to almost growl, he breathes deep trying to regain his composure before turning his attention to someone else...
"Now onto the other competitor in our match "Sexy" Jason. Well what can I say about this steroid freak?. Well for starters this meat head doesn't even belong in the same ring as Brad Kane let alone me. Brad and I have personal issues to deal with and the NCW management throw this roided up grease ball into the match?. It's a damn shame that a potential classic could be spoiled by the involvement of a joke, and that Jason is exactly what you are, a joke and an unfunny one at that. Hell truth be told I've left "sexier" things in my toilet after eating a bowl of Indian curry...."
AJ shakes his head and sighs, a sickened look on his face
"I mean yes, Jason you have nice abs, but guess what so do I. So do most guys in this business cause well, we all have to be in shape. But it seems to me you'd be more at home swinging round a pole wearing a thong while elderly women throw their pension at you than standing toe to toe in the ring with two of the best athletes in NCW. Hell I saw you a few weeks ago with your pet slim shady Reckoning in his apartment, and I'm sorry the word "sexy" doesn't come to mind when I see two grown men in an apartment comparing muscles, in fact a word I can't really say comes to mind if you get my meaning..."Hi there sailor"...."
AJ takes another swig of his beer trying to get the image out of his mind before he throws the beer back up
"Lets face facts here, I'm an up and comer here in NCW, I've had two impressive matches including one where I defeated Joe Everyman this past week, a former National and Xtreme champion, a guy who has been billed as a "giant" killer. Well this is one giant he couldn't kill, and now I step in the ring with a guy who's own brother hates his guts and a reject from "manpower". And yet on an online pole on NCW.com over eighty percent of people believe Brad Kane is going to return and be an all conquering hero. I almost feel bad having to disappoint them and show them that all Brad Kane is...is my bitch, and at Picture Perfect I'll prove it....."
We focus in on AJ's cocky smirk as the scene fades
The light in the room shimmers, but it is still dark. The little light that is there comes from a small lamp on a bedside table. AJ Phoenix is seen sitting on his bed, fully dressed in street clothes, his long hair tied back
"Can...you...feel it?"
He asks the question again, this time with more emphasis. A smirk comes across his face as he breathes deep through his nose and releases it through his mouth in an almost sexual sigh
"The days before a pay per view, the monthly shows that can define your career, the times when most people will remember you. Needless to say we all put everything we can into each appearance we make for this company, but at Picture Perfect it will be different...better. It's a bigger stage, time for the true stars to shine and for the wannabes to sit back and contemplate a career move. And how fitting is it that a man who I have a somewhat storied past with is involved in the match. A man who I have clashed with many times, Mr "Reckless Jack" Brad Kane. Here's a man who got his panties in a twist after I called him "worthless jack". A simple, clever wordplay on his stage name, and he got so angry about it he whined and bitched for days in promos directed at me, then within a month I destroyed his reputation so much that he had to work twice as hard to rebuild it, then last year, he beat me twice, he finally got the monkey off his back by making me submit...then a month later he won again....after interference of course but shhhh he doesn't need reminding of that..."
A cocky smirk crosses AJ's face. his eyes trail down to a beer bottle on the floor, he picks it up, his eyes study it as he remembers his past with alcohol, AJ looks back up and pops the bottle open downing it, he breathes deeply and smirks again
"Then again, Jack is a former champion here. He was the first ever X Division champion, something he should be rightfully proud of, he's even become GWC world champion, again another thing he should be proud of. In fact he has reached the top in almost every company he's been contracted by, even the XHF. Now against popular opinion I don't "hate" Brad because of his accomplishments, far from it. As an in ring performer I respect the hell out of him. But on a more personal note, he's a jerk. Sure I haven't been the best guy to know backstage, in fact for a while I was a real asshole, but Brad took it to a whole new level. But one thing I don't get is how...if Brad and Spike are twins, how they didn't see this before, I mean they're identical, but hey I can't rag on the guy even though he is "straight edge, like that means he's better than the rest of us...."
AJ scoffs and shakes his head
"He doesn't even take his medication for depression, like he wants to feel the pain, well Brad that's fine man, you want to be a depressed sad sack and become some kind of up himself loser that's just peachy. You go ahead and go "straight edge", after all you'd be the first wrestler to do it wouldn't you Brad?..."
AJ rolls his eyes and shakes his head before continuing
"This will be the first time you and I have stepped in the ring against each other in over a year. And while others may have been considered my equals I consider our "feud" a highlight of my career, and it will be reignited it seems at Picture Perfect. my first NCW pay per view appearance. And what an appearance it will be Brad. See our issue is far from over, it never got settled it never ended, and forget about happy endings here man, cause the truth is there is no happy ending for you and me, all there is, is pain. All there will be, all there has been will never end. We've fought many times and I wont be satisfied until you can't stand anymore, until your career crumbles, hell I may even be doing you a favor, so you can sit back, take your meds and get the help you deserve, wouldn't that be something Brad?. You being saved and getting the help you need after getting a beating from me. But it's OK Brad, you wont need to thank me, the blood on my hands will be satisfaction enough for me...and trust me Brad....you will bleed. I will look down on your beaten, bruised, battered body and as I stare into your vacant, defeated eyes I will smile, and then maybe just maybe it will be over, but as long as I breath, as long as I have the ability Brad, you'll have to watch your back, cause I will follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond to end you..."
The intensity in AJ's voice rises to the point he seems to almost growl, he breathes deep trying to regain his composure before turning his attention to someone else...
"Now onto the other competitor in our match "Sexy" Jason. Well what can I say about this steroid freak?. Well for starters this meat head doesn't even belong in the same ring as Brad Kane let alone me. Brad and I have personal issues to deal with and the NCW management throw this roided up grease ball into the match?. It's a damn shame that a potential classic could be spoiled by the involvement of a joke, and that Jason is exactly what you are, a joke and an unfunny one at that. Hell truth be told I've left "sexier" things in my toilet after eating a bowl of Indian curry...."
AJ shakes his head and sighs, a sickened look on his face
"I mean yes, Jason you have nice abs, but guess what so do I. So do most guys in this business cause well, we all have to be in shape. But it seems to me you'd be more at home swinging round a pole wearing a thong while elderly women throw their pension at you than standing toe to toe in the ring with two of the best athletes in NCW. Hell I saw you a few weeks ago with your pet slim shady Reckoning in his apartment, and I'm sorry the word "sexy" doesn't come to mind when I see two grown men in an apartment comparing muscles, in fact a word I can't really say comes to mind if you get my meaning..."Hi there sailor"...."
AJ takes another swig of his beer trying to get the image out of his mind before he throws the beer back up
"Lets face facts here, I'm an up and comer here in NCW, I've had two impressive matches including one where I defeated Joe Everyman this past week, a former National and Xtreme champion, a guy who has been billed as a "giant" killer. Well this is one giant he couldn't kill, and now I step in the ring with a guy who's own brother hates his guts and a reject from "manpower". And yet on an online pole on NCW.com over eighty percent of people believe Brad Kane is going to return and be an all conquering hero. I almost feel bad having to disappoint them and show them that all Brad Kane is...is my bitch, and at Picture Perfect I'll prove it....."
We focus in on AJ's cocky smirk as the scene fades