Post by Alex Jones on Apr 12, 2016 2:48:21 GMT
"Well isn't this all fun and fine and dandy?"
Alex sits with his hands clasped together, his long two tone hair tied back in a loose bun as his piercing blue eyes seem to stare a hole straight forward.
"I'm sure all of you stupid, pathetic, morons that were in the crowd last week or sitting at home watching March Madness on the Athos corp network thought that it was all a big old hoot right?. That ultra colourful parrot got one up on Alex Jones. Not just that...not only did he get the win he was able to put his filthy, disgusting, acid laced hands on my wife and shove his tongue down her throat. And all of you thought that was hilarious. All of you thought that Ana had it coming...."
"He basically sexually assaulted her on live TV!"
"Hell Ana was going to fire him, not just that she was going to file charges against him and have him thrown in jail. But I came to the rescue. See jail would give Javen what he wants. He'd be in a cage, just like a parrot should be surrounded by other stinking, smelly criminals. In fact he'd make a wonderful prison wife for billy joe jim bob, and I'm sure Javen would be worth atleast two cartons of smokes. But I didn't want to give him that satisfaction."
Alex smirks and gets to his feet.
"I begged and pleaded with Ana to allow Javen to stay, to not get rid of him. I wanted him here so I could make him suffer. Atleast I will when I next face him. See this week I'm his partner. I have to co-exist with him against Avery Miles and Gabriel Ellis."
"Javen has to be my homeboy. My compadre. My back-up."
"And I promise, as god as my witness that I will stand by him and return the favor. If he wants a tag I will make a tag, I will treat him like my own brother. Because that is who I am. And the thing is Javen, you're not untalented. In fact you're not that bad. You can be good enough to be cannon fodder for gods of wrestling like myself.I'm merciful, benevolant and as I stand on top of the wrestling world and look down at you Javen, this time your prayers are answered, I will pull you up with me and allow you to bask in the glory that is the Black Dragon Alex Jones..."
"Until, until you and I meet once again one on one....and then I will shove you back down to the ground with the rest of the common rabble."
Alex shrugs and laughs to himself.
"Through all the flashy moves, the different look and the lucky win....you are still average compared to someone like me.....and you always will be...."
"That son of a bitch!"
The chair flies across the private lockerroom and explodes in a clusterbomb of splinters. Alex growls and stomps back and forth as Ana steps in, she swallows hard seething underneath her calm exterior. She leans against the wall as Alex breathes deep trying to calm himself down, the sweat pouring from his body. He turns to Ana and sighs.
"You done?"
"Yeah I think so....."
Ana walks around Alex and sits down, a slight limp.
"I guess I should apologize, would that make you feel better?"
Alex swallows hard and raises an eyebrow confused.
"Why?"
"For costing you the match...."
Alex scoffs and shakes his head sliding to one knee, his hands taking Ana's with a small smile.
"You think that's why I was angry?"
Ana nods and sits forward, Alex leans up and kisses her softly before laughing.
"No, I couldn't care less about the match. He kissed you and caused you to be in pain. You could of broken an ankle or something...."
Ana laughs and sits back holding her ribs, Alex looks confused and shakes his head.
"What?"
"I got knocked off the apron....I know I haven't been in the ring a while but do you remember who I am?"
"Well yeah but I-"
"But nothing. I get being angry that he kissed me...and I need mouthwash...but don't worry about anything else....we'll get him back..."
Alex gives Ana a nod and gets to his feet helping her up, Ana lays her head on his chest and his arms wrap around her.
"Avery Miles the third....AM3...cute tag line. Makes you marketable. I honestly don't know what that word means, I heard one of the executives that Ana hired to help this place make money say it."
"But, I don't get the hype Avery."
"Sure you're good, you have the look, you can get in the ring and do some amazing things. But are you main event material?. Are you good enough that anyone would believe you to be a credible challenger for a world title? I don't think so. You can walk out there and have the fans in the palm of your hand but afterwards do they remember or care about you?....or do they forget?...."
"You're like certain bands Avery, the bands that open for the huge names like Metallica or Iron Maiden. You there to warm up the crowd for people like....me"
Alex smiles slowly and points to himself.
"You're entertaining, but in the end you just get overshadowed. Like last week. There you were warming up the crowd, getting them in the palm of your hand and having them all pop and celebrate. But then the real star, the real main event Gabriel Ellis, your tag team partner got the win over you. Didn't he Avery?"
"All your hard work, fighting through to the end."
"All for nothing because we watched Gabriel destroy you. See Javen got lucky against me, Javen fluked it. The whole world knows it...but Gabriel dominated you...and made you his bitch."
Alex nods and smirks arrogantly.
"And speaking of the 7ft tall wrecking ball that is Gabriel Ellis I believe congratulations are in order."
"You walked out to the ring with four other men, got in there and after a war with bodies flying everywhere you emerged victorious with the VWS World championship title shot. You will step into that ring at Uprising with myself and that moronic peacock Javen with the winner being the first ever champion. FIRST EVER Gabriel. And as much as I ran down my own partner and yours I believe you belong there. You belong with your name in lights and you are someone who could be a champion and a legit force."
"You're a monster, a straight up beast with actual wrestling talent."
"You are someone I could step in the ring with and have wars, instead of lowering myself to face Javen and Avery. So we will see Ellis just who you are and what you're about..."
