Post by "The Black Dragon" Alex Jones on Jul 23, 2014 11:01:00 GMT -5
3 weeks ago……
Vegas was a beautiful place once. A place where I could come and live a carefree weekend. Get away from it all. A place I could forget about my problems. Money problems. Emotional problems. Problems of the heart and mind. This time as the yellow cab drove out of the airport the idea of fun and lights and gambling, buffet’s, midnight shows, women of loose morals….all this was out of my head. Replaced now by one singular important thought that ran through my head and down my body to my heart causing it to beat in my chest like a drum. It hurts, but it lets me know I’m alive. It lets me know I can feel. Amy’s voice echo’s in my mind, her advice, her encouragement spurring me to action as I grip the paper in my right hand.
The letter Ana left me. The letter pleading with me not to hate her. Not to think bad of her. That is not the actions of a woman wanting to forget and leave. It screamed of a need. A need to have feelings validated. My hands shook as I flashed back to a few nights ago. The feeling of her soft skin on mine. The smell of her hair, the look in her eyes, the taste of her lips. I could feel it. It took me back to that place and that time. It made me feel real, it made me happy again. But it was an illusion. A sick joke being played on me by my own mind.
The cab stops, my eyes flash up as I take a deep breath. The driver tells me the price of my ride, but I’m too focused in a singular mind to hear him. I hand him cash too much for the relatively short trip. My long hair loose down my face. My body covered by a simple tight fitting black shirt and stylish jeans but not the look to be walking through the doors of a multinational company. My face turns into an angry sneer as I trail my eyes down the Athos corp logo. A simple view that I hate. I push the giant glass doors and find myself in the middle of a lobby decorated to elicit a certain feeling. Intimidation.
That’s what her father wants, he wants people who enter his house to feel like they have already lost. Black marble, very clean and clinical, covers the reception desk. The woman behind the front grabs her phone being alerted to my presence. I slow down and smirk with a head shake as two giant uniformed men stand in front of me, their eyes look me up and down and I know. Christian gave them my photo, they knew I was coming. I tilt my head and stare a deep look straight into them both.
“Do you really want to do this?....”
My voice is confident as I try and puff my chest out. These guys are huge but I am a professional. One of them turns his head to the other, he nods as if to say “we do not get paid enough for this”. They separate and allow me to move to the elevator, looking for the right floor…penthouse of course. My breathing becomes fast, my hands shake and I wonder what I will find?. A loving embrace of a woman who holds my heart?. Or hatred and anger?. The doors open, I walk out and glare at the assistant as she panics. I get to the office doors kicking them open….
Smooth Alex real smooth….
I see them, Christian and Ana standing around the table. Christian looks up at Ana’s father, like a dog looking for master’s approval and orders. He looks at Ana and shoots her a stare of contempt and control before coming after me. Big mistake. His douchebag clean cut 150 dollar haircut coupled with the grey tailored suit make me gag, his arrogance coming at me like a bad smell.
“What are you doing here?”
The question caused my mouth to twist into an awkward grin as I go to push past him to get to Ana. Christian moves to intercept, I sigh and shake my head stepping to the right now, he again pushes me back. I grit my teeth and look past Ana, her jaw open, a look of shock on her face that I cannot read. I hear a grunt from the old man, Christian again moves in front of me, I laugh a little and straighten his suit and tie.
“If you don’t remove yourself, I will remove you by force…..”
Christian can’t help but put on the face of the strong, controlling mans man. Despite his appearance. He folds his arms, he puffs his chest and his eyes speak of violence. A language I’m fluent in and he doesn’t even know. I growl and stand my ground, as does he, but then I see it. The doubt. The small sparkle of fear that shoots through him. I have him, and he knows it. But like a moron he refuses to back down. I look past him to Ana, again she can’t form the words. Christian goes to push me again, and before I know it my hand is around his wrist and I pull him into an elbow to the nose. I feel it break, I hear it explode and I see the blood trickle down his lips to his jaw as he falls to his knees.
“So…that was you “removing” me Christian?....”
He trembles as he realizes he was bested. My eyes trail up to Ana’s father. Cold and stoic, so sure of himself and his daughter’s feelings. His arrogant nature showing me that I need to get her away from him again. I can’t fail. She deserves better. I step over Christian and go to Ana and again I feel the nerves and the fear, She looks away and I don’t know what Ana will great me. I reach her and sigh deeply, my hand having a mind of it’s own slowly rises up to her cheek.
“Ana I….”
Before my words can form, before I can even think what to say and how to say them she turns to me, and I see her. The sweet girl I fell for. The amazing woman who stole my heart that night months ago. She leaps into my arms, I feel her lips meet mine and her heart beating through her chest into mine. The kiss and the embrace lingers, she pulls away but only for small moments as tears stream down her face, smaller kisses being laid over my face.
“I know….”
Her voice is soft, caring, loving. This is the Ana I wanted. The Ana I knew she could always be. I smiled warmly as she stared into my eyes and my soul knowing I felt the same way, she buried her face into my chest and sighed gripping my shirt tight in her hands not wanting me to walk away. And I never will. She looks back up at me with a smile before turning her gaze upon her shocked father.
“Come on Alex…..take me home…..there’s nothing for me here…..”
“A few weeks ago, I had a TV title match against Gable. I walked out t the ring prepared for a great match with a great champion, and he caught me and beat me in my over exuberance.”
Alex shakes his head and sighs deeply.
“I reacted bad and walked out, and then later that same night, two arrogant demons tried to take out a woman I hold near and dear to my heart, the woman I love.”
“But now with her return comes mine. And I’ve gone from possible TV title contender to facing Rebellion and John Thomas….yay. From Gable, a guy who really should be a world title contender, to facing those two.”
“Rebellion…..wow. I sat there and listened to everything you had to say last week and I wondered, when is he going to give his opponents a little respect and address them?. Actually mention them by name. Tell us all how he’s going to dismantle them. How he’s going to overcome their strengths, exploit their faults, make a joke or talk some shit…something…anything…but I got nothing…NOTHING….Rebellion…your words bored me to tears….”
Alex winces as if the thought was causing him physical pain.
“You are one of those guys who seems to say a lot without actually saying much. You use grand statements and big words to hide the fact you have little to no personality at all. And the most insulting part is that you seem to believe that we can’t see through this crap….”
“You take us to be that stupid?”
“Well then again I guess you do, your grandstanding and verbal posturing all designed to hide your insecurities. Your entire “promo” was an exercise in smoke and mirrors and deception. It was the verbal equivalent to buying a huge car to hide the fact you could use a pine needle as a loin cloth….”
“Yes, that was a small dick joke, done in your verbal styling….”
Alex winks and smirks.
“But what happened with all that bluster?. All that ego?. Hmm?. Hell you asked the question…who the hell was going to stop you?. Well for one..Mech Ana. She stopped you. She stepped into the ring and stopped four of you…..”
“Nicely done.”
“You managed to look like the biggest tool this side of the big time jerks.”
Alex smiles and does the “double thumbs up”
“And now I sit with baited breath and wonder, what outlandishly arrogant things will you say this week?. Will you admit that you were wrong and eat a big old piece of humble pie. Or will you talk about how you weren’t the one who got pinned last week so therefor you didn’t “lose”. See that seems like a scumbag thing to do…..”
“Thing is Rebel, I can call you that right?. I have a nice healthy ego. My girl will tell you straight up I’m an arrogant, cocky piece of shit. And I feel like I can do that because I know and have proved I can back it up. Two title matches since I got here, five star matches..blah blah blah, but in the end Rebel old buddy, you’re only as good as your last match….”
“Me?.....I got beaten and rolled up by Gable….not my finest hour. But something I intend to rectify as soon as possible..starting with you and John Thomas…..”
Alex nods and folds his arms over his chest.
“And speaking of John Thomas it is so great to see a hardcore loving redneck from florida who comes out to country music who used to be in the army Wow. Tell me do you have a, old dog?. And a pick up truck?. ….”
“Maybe a cousin or two in the closet?...”
“The whole bad ass redneck thing is a great little schtick. But sorry buddy, Doc Henry does it better…..”
“And is way more entertaining….”
“And I believe him….”
“And don’t have the urge to kick him in the face as hard as I do you….”
“But then again, I don’t even know why I’m standing here wasting breathe on you. I did a little digging and I can’t help but notice you brad kane it every time you turn up….”
“Oh…right not everyone will get that reference. You keep retiring and coming back. I’m not even sure if this will be a triple threat match…….”
Alex raises an eyebrow.
“I’m prepared for anything, but seeing as how my last run ended the way it did I have to prove myself again. There’s many names in WCF that need kicking, and as I live and breathe I will climb that ladder again and become a name in this company…..”
Present Day….
My eyes caught hers. She looked away nervously. My hands slid up through my hair as a deep sigh heaved from my chest. Her head shook as she broke the silence between us that had existed too long.
“If…if you want to walk away I understand…..”
I clenched my jaw, the hurt I felt at that moment was like a kick in the chest right over my heart. The air had left me and I felt so alone, despite Ana sitting next to me. Her head covered by the hood from her hoodie, her face covered by a bandana, but her eyes….those eyes…my loves eyes….
“Walk away?.....you think that’s what I want?....or why I’m upset?....”
I get to my feet, pushing up with all the strength I have, my arm finds the glass of the window as I look down at the floor leaning hard. Ana looks down as well. Not knowing what to say.
“This is my fault….”
My words stutter, the emotion getting the best of me as tears well in my eyes, I hear Ana get to her feet and come to my side.
“Alex…”
“No”
I cut her off before she can console me. I don’t deserve her words to balm my wounded heart.
“I should have been there, I should have been by your side. I could have protected you from them. I could of stopped it. Instead I walked away. I was too concerned with my own bullshit….I’m sorry…I’m so so sorry…I could of stopped Sara-“
Her hand covers my mouth as she makes a “shhh” sound, her eyes are soft, warm, full of love. The exact opposite of the….thing…she becomes in the ring…..
“Don’t even say their names…they don’t deserve to be known or remembered…..and it was not your fault at all…..”
I close my eyes and look down, her hand slides down to mind as our fingers interweave. She squeezes my hand to let me know it will be alright.
“I will never walk away from you. You are all I ever really wanted…..”
“Wanted?....”
Her voice trails off and becomes quiet. I know what is going through her head, I know the pain, the paranoia. The fear that what she is now cannot be loved. The fear that what lies beneath the clothes and facial coverings will push me away or disgust me.
“What I will always want…need..cherish…honor…respect…..love….”
I turn and look into her eyes, my hands move to the bandana, my fingers hook where it meets her skin, I slide downwards and I feel her hands meet mine as she tries to stop me, I smile and shake my head and she relents, my lips meet hers like they had before, the passion and love still there as our bodies draw together. My forehead finds hers as I smile and let out a small laugh.
“You’re beautiful…..my sweet Ana…..”
My hand cups her cheek as she smiles at me, the first time since this happened. She seems like herself. She kisses me again deeply an acceptance that I am hers, I will always be hers and I will now never leave her side…..
