Post by "The Black Dragon" Alex Jones on May 27, 2014 8:15:29 GMT -5
A few months ago….
Ana sat breathing heavy, her long hair tied back wearing track pants and a sports bra. Sweat poured from her body as the bottom of her ponytail stayed soaked and stuck to her back. Ana looked up and smiled slowly, her eyes trailed up the man standing before her, she got to her feet and laughed to herself.
“Alex….”
Alex Jones stood before her. Six foot tall, athletic, shoulder length blond hair. His upper body covered by a tight black affliction shirt, he slid his hands into the front pocket of his jeans.
“You wanted to see me?....”
Ana nodded and turned leaning down, she pulled an envelope from her gym bag and handed it to her friend, Alex looked down and raised his eyebrow. Ana bit her bottom lip nervously, Alex couldn’t help but laugh as he opened it, he pulled out some documents and went over them reading silently to himself.
“Ahhh I see….”
Alex tried to his his trepidation, his voice filled with a type of sadness as he looked at Ana.
“You don’t think it’s a good idea?”
Alex scoffed and sighed before handing the papers back to her. He sat down beside Ana and clasped his hands.
“I just…..you career almost got ended there, you got hurt, you had a bounty on your head and there are still people there who want to cause you physical harm….”
“I can handle it.”
Alex shook his head and smiled. His blue eyes stared into hers for a moment longer than mere friends should.
“I’m not questioning that Ana. When I found you….when we…..when we became friends I watched as you built back up, you got your confidence back. And now you’re in a good place despite your family issues…..”
Ana nodded along and sighed.
“But, I know this means a lot to you…and you’re strong and confident and honestly….you’re better than you were before….”
Ana smiled and blushed, she looked away from Alex and pulled out a second envelope, she turned back and slid it into Alex’s hands.
“What’s this?...”
“Open it….”
Alex slid the documents out, her read over it and raised an eyebrow. He laughed to himself and nodded as if it finally clicked and he understood.
“So…..was this part of your plan?....”
“Alex, I want to go back to WCF. I have unfinished business. But I don’t want to go back alone. Please come with me…..”
Alex sighed again. He leant forward with his elbows resting on his knee’s after a few tense moments he turned to Ana with an arrogant grin, he pulled out a pen and quickly signed his contract.
“I guess we’re going to WCF….”
Ana smiled and wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck, she stayed there for a few moments before realizing they had been there for a few extra seconds. Ana pulled back with a blush and laughed.
“Thank you Alex….besides…there’s a whole field of females you can seduce….”
“Yeah….cause…that’s what I want…”
A few more moments passed in silence before Ana signed her contract to, they both laughed and looked towards the future.
Alex stands in front of a non-descript backdrop. His arms crossed over his chest as we see his tattoo’s on his forearms. His long blonde hair slicked back. His bright blue eyes staring up with a certain arrogance that has been accrued through years of being in the ring.
“I’m not naïve enough to think that I am completely unfamiliar to those in WCF. Nor am I arrogant enough to believe that everyone knows me, or what I’m about or what I’ve done. See in the world of professional wrestling there are so many companies spread across the world and so many employee’s that even though we run into each other it’s easy for some stars to simply slip through the cracks.”
“I’ve been in and seen large companies that have believed themselves to be the best but have miscalculated and overrated their own impact on the business….”
“And I’ve also been in smaller independent companies that have changed the professional wrestling landscape.”
“WCF is a huge company, one look at the magnitude of the touring schedule, card size and talent should show you this. See a few months ago, in another company, a good friend of mine who had gone through some rough times got herself an offer to come back to WCF. Ana Valentine. Now she came to WCF and asked them if she could get me to sign, would they want me?....”
Alex laughs to himself and runs a hand through his hair.
“Well, they sent Ana a contract and I signed and thing is after I got here I went and had a look at the name’s that have passed through WCF. Name’s like Adam Knite and “Slick” Willy Carter. You know, assholes who no one cared about way back in 2007. Then I see names like Brad Kane…”
Alex rolls his eyes and sighs.
“JJ Biggs, Davey Ortega. Kevin Hardaway. See these guys I’ve been in the ring with. I’ve beaten. I’ve feuded. See thing is I’ve been around the block in the wrestling world. 11 years of busting my ass. 11 Years of facing the best of the best. I’ve been a world champion, I’ve been inducted in halls of fame. But to stay relevant in this business you need to continually push yourself. You need to be willing to step out of your comfort zone and test yourself in new environments and in new places….”
“WCF is that new environment….”
“The roster here is that new challenge.”
“See for years I heard about WCF, friends and foes joined its ranks and there was a time a few years ago where I almost joined. But in the end it took an instinct inside me to protect a friend to join. And even though we give each other a mountain of crap and I have to put up with her neurotic crap…Ana Valentine is my friend…and this is going to be fun….”
Generic rock music plays from the overpaid, overdressed and over tattooed “DJ” standing at the booth. We see tabled filled with laughter, beer and spirits flowing. And standing at the bar we see Alex Jones and Ana Valentine laughing and carrying on Ana with a mixed drink in her hand and Alex with something less exotic. A simple beer.
“It feels good to get out, thanks Alex I needed this.”
Alex nods and smiles drinking the last of his beer from the bottom, he taps the head of a skull ring on the bar and points to the empty bottle getting a freshly opened full one dropped near him}
“Hey we’re celebrating chica…..”
Alex holds up his beer as Ana tilts her glass to his. Ana smiles and shakes her head.
“Why are we celebrating exactly?....”
“My new start and you being able to go back to WCF. I know you always wanted to….so hey I get to go to right?....”
“You know I never…thanked you. I mean I have but I don’t think even you know what it meant to me. To have a friend when it mattered most….”
Alex nods slowly and takes a drink from his beer. Alex is dressed as you’d expect, fashionable jeans, boots a tight shirt. Ana seemed to take a page from his book, dressing in what would be known as “rock chick chic”.
“After my divorce, when I was just a depressed wreck, your guidance…and harsh bitchy words…helped me…so really I was just returning the favor….”
Alex put his arm around Ana, her hand tapped him in the shoulder.
“You’re a good friend Ana….”
Ana’s eyes trailed down as she took a drink, a small amount of the happiness she had seemed to fade for some reason.
“I’ll be back, I need to visit the little girl’s room….”
Alex nods as Ana finishes her drink and walks away, she looks back through the crowd one last time to see Alex drinking his beer leaning on the bar. She smiles and goes into the bathroom. Meanwhile Alex turns to find a young blond standing next to him trying to get the bartenders attention, her short stature and sheepish voice not helping her situation. Alex smirks whistles loudly getting the bartenders attention.
“Hey..this young lady was next Joe.”
“Thank you…..I just want a vodka and orange….”
The bartender makes the drink before she can hand the money over Alex puts his hand in front of her.
“I got it….”
She turns and smiles at Alex who winks and turns his back to the bar.
“I’m Alex….”
“I’m Naomi”
She takes his hand and the two make small talk, she leans into Alex taking a direct liking to him and she is openly flirtatious light touches on his hand, small glances. Ana was out of the bathroom and stops staring at the two, having seen this little song and dance many times before.
“For fucks sake..not again.”
Ana storms through the crowd and brushes past Alex.
“Fucking pig….”
Alex looks confused as Naomi looks surprised.
“Your girlfriend?”
Alex shakes his head and sighs.
“No she’s just a friend…..”
Ana turns as she hears Alex and seems to get angrier storming out of the bar, Alex just shrugs and focus’ his attention back to Naomi.
“So did you know Naomi is I moan backwards?”
The sound of flirtatious giggling fills the air as Alex smirks and puts his arm around her shoulders.
“Before I said I was all about new challenges”
Alex pauses and folds his arms over his chest.
“I just mean those who are deemed to be the “best” in this company. Sure I could learn a lot by challenging guys like Corey Black or Steve Orbit. But facing guys who are unknown to me. Guys who don’t know me, guys who I don’t know. Like the two who I have been signed to face this week. Adrian Adams and William Cambridge….”
“Did you two co-ordinate this shit?....”
“I mean one guy is a rich spoilt “gifted” looking douchebag from New York…”
“The other is a rich, religious British patriot…..”
“Is everyone who I’m destined to face going to be richer than me?. I came from nothing. I was an average kid who grew up in Dallas Texas and worked my ass off training in little gyms and people’s basements. I went from show to show when I was 19 years old in the back of a van that should have had “free candy” written on the side and should have been parked outside of a middle school.”
Alex shakes his head.
“And my first match in a new company and a new job after my ex-wife pretty much robbed me is against two rich assholes. Now I don’t want to be one of those ignorant pieces of shit who just assumed stuff about his opponents after reading their bio’s….”
“…but I will be….”
“Do they have some factory somewhere, where they just have you pricks coming off the assembly line, where they just say you’re from different places with slightly different family backstory’s?.”
“Hey this guy is from New York…..Next one London.”
“And why are so many guys in WCF rich?. At least neither of you have Castles like one of those pantheon douchebags…..”
Alex raises an eyebrow and shrugs.
“But this seems to be a battle of classes. On the one hand we have the upper class who have been spoon fed everything. That would be your two. And then me. The working class kid who just wanted to do this from day one. You Mr. Cambridge could have been anything. Your history and intelligence mixed with your money and connections?.”
“Your physical attributes?....”
“Impressive. Now I want to see if you’re actually worth anything in the ring. You have the look, the size the pedigree. But it means nothing if you don’t have that one thing that separates legends from just a name on the roster. Heart. I don’t know if you or Mr Adams have it. I know you’ve both come from families where money is not an issue…..”
“I can see you’re both much bigger than lil old me. But let me tell you two what I bring to the table….”
Alex smirks and slides his hands into his pockets.
“Determination, experience, heart. I am also someone who has god given talent. I step in the ring and it instantly goes from a wrestling match being televised to a war. I admit it, I’m confident, arrogant, cocky. But there are so many who can boast arrogance. But very few who can back it up on a consistent basis like me boys.”
“Thing is I can’t say I will definitely win this match. Hell you can never say that with absolute certainty. What I can say is that I will walk to that ring with every intention of stealing the show and walking out with my hand raised. I will put every single part of me into this match and make it a debut that we can all remember…..”
“See you out there boys….”
