In The Blackout

-This little dog……this little thing belongs to Chris. Her names Victoria, but we just call her Vicky for short. I'm watching over her for the day while Chris is out of town for business. Not the first time I watched over one of Chris's dogs, but nothing this young though. Only three months old. Not a fan of this dog because she just ate her own poop an hour ago.

-So disgusting.

-Why would it eat her own poop?

-Who would want to eat their own poop? It's poop.

-Such a stupid dog. Hopefully it's smart enough to stay out of my screen shot as I start this promo for Redemption. Jack Tillman verses Alex Jones. It'll be another high profile match for me in Redemption. Third one in row. And why am I now getting these type of matches where I'm facing bigger names? Can't be coincidence that it all started since Chris and Matt Shields have been communicating with one another about a future endeavor between our two parties. This is what I've wanted though right? Competition? Have I sold my soul to the devil just for two civil coins? Time will only tell. But while I wait my fate, promo time.

Jack Tillman: “I've asked myself now for the past couple of weeks…..why am I wrestling for so many organizations as of late? Why am I flying to Japan to represent NJFC one day, then flying over to Los Angles to wrestle for CWC Hollywood Pro the next. After that, flying to Britain to wrestle for UKWF. Let's not forget about GOL and one of their monthly pay per views over in Mexico. And let's throw in Redemption and where ever their presenting for the week.

So many organizations…..so many different styles of wrestling……so many hours on the road or in the air. So little time to heal and relax. Continually go, go, go. I'm a modern day territory wrestler like my old man was back in the 80s and 90s. I get paid more than what my old man did so I guess that's a good thing.

But I didn't get why Chris had me join all these types of organizations now in my career……until now when it finally clicked. And it's to get experience. That's really it. Get these type of matches and variety of competition under my belt while I'm still young and still able to recover quickly……and when I'm ready and become more of a well rounded wrestler……I guess I'll step out of the “indie scene” and finally call one place home.

It's smart on Chris’s part because I'm still gung ho about the industry. I still care. I'm willing to go to all these places while other people in my same shoes wouldn't do it. I'm willing to wrestle these type of styles while other people aren't comfortable or unwilling to change their move set. They're nervous to step out of the states to handle a new experience with a different crowd. That's why I'm different than a lot of the roster members here in Redemption. They like to stay in their little safe space in Redemption. To scared to dip their toes into something new. That's why I'm confident looking into this camera and telling everyone that I am a professional wrestler while most of the people I come across are nothing but gimmick and sports entertainers. I'm willing to take that next step forward while everyone else is willing to take that step back .

Alex Jones…..now I'm more than happy to call you a professional wrestler. You've earned that title. Multiple title reigns in numerous companies. Pin falls and victories against the best of the best. You went to war with some of the most viscous individuals and came out alive. You've done it all Alex and you're still able to come out in front of that camera and tell your story.

You Alex Jones are a professional wrestler…….or should I say were. And I say were because word around the wrestling world is that you're thinking of retirement. That you're thinking of opening up a wrestling school and calling it a career.

Hearing retirement from someone like you……that's like blood in the ocean Alex with Sharks surrounding you. That's showing weakness. That's showing rust in the armor. And if it's true that you're considering retirement……it means that I've already won because while your mind is a million miles away……..trying to make it out alive while also trying to leave that ring in one piece so that you can go back to your better half….I’m giving it my all and trying to take you down by any means necessary…….because this industry is what I love and what I come home to. A win over you…….that sends shockwaves to the wrestling world. This makes my name known. That gets heads turning. The hype around this 21 year old is real and maybe we should start paying attention to him.

While a win for you against me……..won't cause a ripple in a pawn. Alex beat some stupid kid that's still getting his toes wet.

I've watched the film on you Alex……and the film doesn't lie. You're only 32 but you wrestle like you're in your 50s. Slow to get up. No longer being the high flyer you once were. Taking longer to recover from match to match. Father Time wins against all and he almost has your number Alex. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. All those years of flying off that top rope and killing your body just so that you can get a cheap pop from the fans. All these decades of putting your body on the line just to make the other guy hurt. All those chair shots to the head, getting power slammed into a table, and falling off the top of ladders…….you're a broken individual Alex. I can't help but imagine how many pills you take just to function as a human being these days. All the pain meds. All the muscle relaxers. All those pills to help you remember who you are and where you're at. And what did it all get you? Was it all worth it? Was it worth your health just to get those 15 minutes of fame? Those fans cheering you…..is that going to help pay for your medical bills in the near future?

That's why I'm more of a ground and pound guy. That's why I stay away from the hardcore type matches. That's why I don't fly around. I look at my future and I don't want to be like guys like you. I don't want to wrestle and be on top for 10 years and then call it quits because of injuries. I want to be on top for 20, 30, 40 years. I want to wrestle forever because I love this sport and I'd rather die in that ring than grow dust and die of boredom while telling everyone I use to be something. So I wrestle smart. I live smart. I eat smart. I take care of my body. And because I'm thinking about my future and not the here and now like you do Alex…… my career will be better than yours.

At the end of the day…..your heart…..your heart isn't in this game any more. So while I'll still consider you a wrestler…….you’re no different than the rest of the gimmick and sports entertainers that are out there. Just trying to get that hype while you're still relevant in this industry. Be like the rest of the sports entertainers who talk more on their twitter feed than settling it in the ring. Cuss people out from your safe space instead of laying the boots to their skull. Get more muscles on those thumbs so that you can continuously type away at your friends instead of growing your muscles and mind to being a better and safer wrestler.

So go ahead and throw all those titles in my face Alex. Tell me about the people you've defeated. Tell me all the high and low points in your career. Shout to the mountain top and tell your twitter followers that you're going to kick my ass because you're a fucking dragon. It's all going to fall on death ears to me Alex because everything that's spewed out of your mouth since our match was announced means nothing to me. All I need to know is what the tapes say about you. And while your lips tell fake and dishonest stories to convince the fans and friends you're still relevant in this industry……the tapes tell other wise. Once upon a time you were the Black Dragon…….but now……now you're nothing but a shell of what you used to be.

Prove me wrong Dragon because if you don't and your heart isn't into this match……I'll force you to retire.”



-Looking over I see Vicky looking at me with that I'm guilty about something face. Then the smell hits me. Looking down by my feet, I see poop. I want to strangle the dog. I want to stick its nose right in it……but it's a puppy and puppy's don't know better. Taking a deep breath in to calm myself I slowly make my way over to the bathroom to tear off a shit ticket so that I can clean the poop up. Vicky follows me of course, wagging her tail while doing so.

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