Post by Alex Jones on Apr 1, 2016 22:56:38 GMT
“So, let me get this completely straight…” Alex stood in Ana Valentine-Jones’ office. His long black and blonde hair tied back in a bun as Ana sits at her beautiful mahogany desk. “You want to open a wrestling company, you want to be in charge?....you?” Ana just seemed to give a half hearted “mmhmmm”. Alex waves his hand in front of Ana’s face, she looks up with her bright blue eyes sparkling under the white neon glow from above.
“What?” Alex scoffs and shakes his head taking a step back, his muscular arms folding over his faded black and slightly tattered “body count” t-shirt. “Don’t what me Ana-maria. You just told me you want to open a company and then you went off into la-la land” Ana smirks and sits back in her large leather chair, her long brunette locks tied up in a hairstyle that seemed part librarian and part school mistress.
She stayed silent for a moment, tapping the tip of her silver pen against her plump red lips. “Alex, the time has come for my late father’s company to move into the amazingly profitable world of professional wrestling….and yes, I will be the head of the company….” Again Alex scoffs and keeps his arms folded with a small giggle after. Ana looks him up and down and squints before throwing the pen at him.
“Argh Alex really?!?!?!”
Alex looked shocked and shook his head, before he could speak and ask why Ana got to her feet. “You really just giggled because I said I was the “head” of a company?”
Alex cleared his throat and smirked, he looked down at the desk, his fingertips rubbing the edge. “Look, I just think it’s funny that for most of my career I have been the poster boy for anti-establishment and nw, here I am…screwing my boss….” Ana shook her head and moved around the table, her fingertips moving along before brushing against his.
Ana leaned in close, her breath hot against her husbands neck, her hands feeling up his arms to his chest and to the back of his neck pulling him close, her lips near his ear as she whispered softly. “What makes you think I want to hire you?”
She pushed Alex away and turned shaking her hips in a way that made him forget the fake fight they were meant to be having. Alex snapped out of it and arrogantly walked forward. “You would be lucky to have an employee like me, you’d be even luckier to get me as your first ever signee….” Ana sat on the edge of her desk and slid her leg up onto the chair next to her showing her leg from under the knee length black skirt. “Is that so Mr Jones?”
Alex smiled and gave her a sly nod. “Now Mrs Valentine-Jones you’re trying to seduce me….”
And kicked the chair away and stood up with a frown. “Damnit Alex it’s not fun if you quote the graduate….besides, if you are going to be the first man signed to a VWS contract then we’ll need others….I need you to call Crystal….”
Alex moaned and slammed his hands on the table. “Come on Ana…why?.....you know Todd will want to follow her, haven’t you seen Instagram, that picture of us holding our hard earned world titles was ruined by him and his lucky door prize.” Ana just gave Alex a small smile and leaned forward. “Be a good little bitch and do as I say darling…you know there’s special treats….”
“Treats?...I like treats…..”
Alex smirked and turned grabbing his phone ringing a number, as he left the room Ana gave a content sigh and laugh. “Men…so easy to control…so dumb….but I love that one…..”
“14 Years. 14 Long long years I have been doing this. From small, piece of crap gyms run by guys who would just beat the shit out of me and take my money, to professional trainers who cared and took care of me. From Indy shows in Europe and Asia to huge companies that took me back to those countries in arenas….”
“This is what my life has been, and was always meant to be.”
Alex smiles warmly. His long hair tied back from his face. A scruffy beard makes him look a little older than 32.
“From a young age this whole business was my dream. But see, the thing about dreams is that sometimes they don’t come true. They fall in a heap in front of people and they have no idea how to react. They don’t know how to move past it and grow….”
“I had a dream, I had a dream where I culd go out on top in a company that I bled and sweat for. For 6 damn years I was there, day in and day out. I never missed a show, I never missed a flight. I never threw a tantrum. Nope. I towed the company line.”
“And you know where that got me. You know that Alex Jones ended up?. A laughing stock. A joke for the owner and his goddamn family.”
“I won the world title on their final show. The owner decided to pack up and end it but I had won my right to a title shot against the most dominant champion in the history of that damn place. I walked down to that ring, stared that arrogant Italian bastard in the eye and I beat him. The confetti fell and I celebrated.”
“I was on top of the wrestling world”
Alex gets to his feet and slides his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“And then it was all taken away from me. Stolen by a so called friend, his bitch and a stupid loophole. I was humiliated and beaten. I was thrown in a goddamn gutter like nothing by the owner and his family. My right that I had worked for and earned to be called the final champion was scattered to the wind….and it was all because I was a “company guy…”
“Well, I was done being some owners bitch, so when I joined the next company and the next and the next it was all about me. It was about what I wanted, where I could go and you know what?. It didn’t take me 6 years to win world titles after that. I won the GFC championship in England, I came back to the states and won the Imperial Championship in IWF…..”
“I’ve been in halls of fame, won triple crowns and grandslams. I’ve been the most hated man on the planet but in the end. Well in the end I have done it to suit my needs and to be the best I can…..and seriously…what is wrong with that?....”
“Javen, I am a world champion, I legend, an amazing professional wrestler….much like your brother…..”
Alex slowly grins and folds his arms looking off to the side.
Alex bounced up and down on the balls of his feet. Dressed in his wrestling gear and a hooded sweatshirt over the top as he kept limbering up. He looked over at his young son Dylan sitting in the corner watching. Two wrestling figures in his hands. His father Alex Jones and his step mother Ana Valentine-Jones. Alex smiles and walks over to him with a grin, the 7 year old’s eyes filled with wonder and love.
Alex laid his hand on his sons head and ruffled his hair. Dylan screwed up his nose and set the figures down to straighten his hair. “Dad!” Alex can’t help but laugh. “You are too much like your step mother.” Alex turns and sighs looking in the mirror. Dylan gets up and stands next to him looking up.
“Dad, why do people not like you?” Alex raised an eyebrow and turned looking down at Dylan, Ana stopped at the door, she leaned against the frame with a worried look on her face. “What do you mean D?...who doesn’t like me?” Dylan looked down and frowned before fiddling with his fingers. “Well, just…people boo you and yell stuff at you….”
“Ohhh D, that’s just my job buddy.” Ana slowly made her way into the room as Dylan gave his father a nod. “But, but they yell at you, they say bad things and you do bad things…” Alex sighs and shakes his head and puts his hand on his sons shoulder pulling him close. “When I walk out there D I’m just playing a character. People boo me because they’re supposed to, that’s all…”
“Ok dad…if you say so…”
He grabbed his figures and walked past Alex towards Ana. “Ana can I please get something to eat?” Ana smiled and gave him a quick nod. “Sure honey the food is just outside our door.” As Dylan walked out Ana leaned against the wall with a small smile. “You ok?” Alex sighed heavily and folded his arms over his chest. “I don’t know, Dylan is starting to understand, what if he thinks I’m a bad guy.”
Ana stepped forward and caressed her husbands cheek. “Honey he’s a smart kid, and he knows you’re a great father and not a bad guy.” She steps up and kisses Alex slowly. “Just do what you always do...be great at it….”
Ana turns and meet’s Dylan at the door taking one of his french fries. Dylan playfully whines and fake pouts making Ana laugh, Alex smiles and shakes his head staring at his wife and son.
“So here it is Javen. The beginning of a brand new company. What many will call a fresh start. But let’s be honest here. There is no such thing as a fresh start in professional wrestling. Where ever you go baggage. We are all products of our personal lives and the companies we’ve worked for before.”
“See Javen, I don’t know much about you. Your name has floated around and I know you’re Christian Michaels baby brother, but aside from that up until your crudely taped promo I had no idea what you were like, what you were about or what you’ve done.”
“But after listening to you I can honestly say that you belong in the ring. You belong in front of a camera taking risks and doing your whole “hardcore” schtick….”
Alex laughs and shakes his head.
“A lot of people have been calling this a “dream match”. The internet exploded, smart marks got to tweeting, other fans went and registered accounts to watch March Madness, people got excited Javen. And it wasn’t just because of who we both are….”
“It was because of the way this all started.”
“You signed a contract, you decided to join VWS and we were happy, it was a coup for us to bring you in to this company for the debut show. If this was the NFL you would have been a second round draft pick…..”
“See because I would have been first. As good as you are, as impressive and crazy as you have been, you’re not me. And to be honest I have no idea who Ana had planned for me to face originally. But in the end you opened your mouth, you disrespected your new boss and even worse you disrespected my wife. That’s why you’re in this match Javen, it’s not because you’re a great talent who deserved a main event right next to me, as good as you are…no…it was because you have a big freakin mouth.”
Alex smirks and folds his arms.
“And you need to be made an example of. You need to be put in that ring and beaten. Yu need to learn some respect. And it’s going to be me that does it Javen. When it’s all said and done I will have my hand raised, I will kiss my wife and you will be laying on the mat a broken, beaten masn….and then maybe you’ll have learned a lesson in respect….”
“But looking at you…I highly doubt it…”
