Post by Alex Jones on Jun 20, 2016 12:20:27 GMT
“Well it was fun getting all that off my chest.”
“Everything I said in that ring on TNT. All of it. See I am sick and tired of everyone talking about me like I’m a protected species. Like I’m some sort of fragile little china doll that Ana keeps locked away and only brings out to play when she knows I won’t be broken.”
“I am a multi-time world champion.”
“A fucking hall of famer…”
“I have held more championships than most people have had birthdays. I’m not some child that needs to be coddled by mommy…..”
Alex steps forward and kicks a chair across the room. He slides a hand through his long black hair and stares into the camera.
“Ana may have been by my side for a few of those, but she was never in front of me, she was never there pulling strings. See when VWS first started it was never meant to be built around me. I was supposed to be just another name on the roster. But slowly those in charge started packing their balls and walking away…”
“Xavier Cross, Eric Price…independent names who were here to keep it all fair decided VWS wasn’t worth their precious fucking time. So it came down to Ana and Nikki…”
“They made their decisions and one of those was to put me in the ring with Gabriel Ellis and Javen. The world championship match was set…”
“And then what? Ellis couldn’t hack it, I kicked Javens ass. And I ended up the champion. I held the VWS championship and when that responsibility landed on me, I decided that the next guy, the one to take this belt off me had to earn it. They had to step up in a way that no one else could….”
“I thought that guy was going to be Avery Miles or atleast he was going to come close.”
Alex pulls the VWS title belt up over his shoulder.
“I was wrong. That piece of crap took his ball and went home. He left to and be a big fish in three small ponds. A place where HE could be protected. All because he couldn’t beat me. But it was more than that. See he was going to get another shot because Renee Pleasant decided to get involved in the match….so Avery was going to be handed yet another shot…but instead of taking it?...”
“And people call me a coward…ME…I don’t care who I face, I’ve been beaten up by bigger and better. But so many of you want to believe that I’m not that good, that the Alex Jones of old is gone…so I’ve been called out over and over again…and this week…it’s Vossler….and boy…you just fucked up…”
14th June-Backstage at the t-mobile arena….
“Really Ana?....”
She turned to me after signing a piece of paper, she smiled and raised an eyebrow before going to kiss me, I stepped back and raised an eyebrow throwing my arms up in frustration. Ana looked confused and slightly hurt.
“What’s wrong?...”
“You can’t be serious….”
She looked so innocent, her beautiful eyes stared up at me as I tried not to get angry or upset, the VWS championship title over my shoulder, it felt heavy as I ran a hand over my mouth letting out a sigh.
“What you said out there, don’t you think that was a little…disrespectful?...”
“How?....”
I grit my teeth and swallow hard closing my eyes and breathing deeply.
“Your little speech, looking right at me?...calling me out like that?....I’m your husband!”
“Not out there you weren’t…”
Ana’s voice is measured and calm but very commanding. She steps up to me and put a hand on my shoulder and the other on the championship over my own hand.
“Out there you were my employee. My champion. Nothing more, nothing less. Back here, right now, you are my husband, at home, my husband…but when you are out there in that ring..performing…it’s different…”
I looked away and felt the anger build, Ana squeezed my hand and brought my face back to hers as she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“You need to stop bringing the personal life into this. That is what we’ve been doing wrong Alex…..you are just like one of them when it’s business….personal..well…you know how I feel about you personally….”
Ana kisses me slowly, her body pushed up- against mine as I feel her arms wrap around my neck and pull me close. She giggles to herself and grabs my hand sliding it down onto her stomach.
“Personally? You’re my sweet wonderful husband. Father to my children, my soulmate…but when it comes to VWS….”
Ana leans in to my ear, her breath hot against it.
“You’re my bitch….”
My heart sinks, I have no idea what to say as she pulls away, she gives me a quick wink and walks away with various agents, producers and backstage personal.
“Vossler…I hope you’re happy…boy. I really am. See when VWS signed you, I heard the rumours and bullshit. I heard about you running your mouth on twitter. That you were going to come in and beat me for the VWS championship….”
“Yet last week you lost to Amok, your debut, a chance to show the world you weren’t a punk, and you failed. You stumbled. But because you ran your mouth you got this shot. You get to face me one on one. Even after that pathetic showing last week and your little splatter of bullshit…”
“I mean really..you won the Brutal force Carnage championship in your second match?...WOWEE..tell me another story about a shitty third rate company that no one gives a flying fuck about.”
“Or call us all “fucking wimps” again when you can’t even hold my fucking jockstrap…”
Alex scoffs and folds his arms.
“Or better yet go have another fucking interview with that idiot Kenny Stevens where you can spend twenty minutes talking about a guy who walked out of VWS and isn’t even with the company anymore, and a Pay per view that doesn’t exist and the name was changed. Or how about you two talk about BFW some more…cause we all sure give a flying fuck about that…”
“Hell if you were somehow one of the best in that piece of shit company maybe I should go sign up and walk through their entire fucking roster….”
“Because I am better than you Vossler. And that is not “open to interpretation” I am the champion, you’re a nobody who talked his way into the company and a match with me….”
He adjusts the VWS championship and smiles.
“This championship belt means I am the man to beat. You can disagree with my methods and my arrogance. But you can’t argue against it. I don’t care what you have to say, I don’t care what Avery had to say and I don’t care what Cable or Renee Pleasant think. And to be honest I don’t even care what my wife thinks or says…”
“To be the very best in this business you need to be able to back up what you say and all you’ve done here is talk. You talk on twitter, you talked last week and last week Amok grabbed you like a little fucking bug and squished you.”
“I would have done it myself last week but I was previously booked to go out to that ring with a live mic and run my mouth because unlike you I’ve earned that right….”
“And now Vossler, now you had your chance to actually say something against me, to be put up in a platform where the entire wrestling world would listen….and instead of saying something new or spit any type of venom all you did was regurgitate tired old excuses that Avery Miles used and then talk about him….”
Alex slowly claps and smiles
“Wow, really man I was so impressed. It’s not everyday you get someone who can talk such a good game behind his keyboard or on his phone in 140 characters yet when it comes time to nut up and spit some real fire he falls down into a heap of unintelligible bullshit.”
“You’re kind of like that guy in a bar who runs his mouth about all the great fights he’s been in and how he could kill anyone there only to get knocked out by one punch, or the guy who boasts about his sexual prowess onto to be a one pump chump….”
“And on Tuesday night little man, well you’ll get beaten down, beaten up and shipped back to the curtain jerking stage…or maybe you’ll go crawling back to BFW, if they even want you…”