Post by Jaxon Richards on Feb 2, 2018 20:41:28 GMT -5
Welcome to the free world
Where nothing’s as it seems
Tell me, can you find a cure
When you can’t see, and you can’t feel the disease
Can you seek a higher truth
When you’re living on your knees
Where freedom grows from blood soaked soil
In the lands of hypocrisy
Camera {on} off
Location: Dallas Texas, Shields compound
Present Day
“Avery Miles the third.”
Jaxon’s voice is deep as it belows through the large bedroom that he has claimed as his own at Matt Shields and Kayla Richards compound in Texas. His short black hair slicked back as he sits in an old wooden chair. Large and a dark brown made from what seems to be oak. Gold rivets hold the aged leather to it adding a small amount of comfort to the antique.
“Am I supposed to be impressed?. Am I supposed to sit here and quake in me little booties that the great AM3 is here to get revenge for his puny buddy Alex Jones?. First off, I love the fact you’re standin there puffin out ya fuckin chest like some kind of conquerin bloody hero. Mate, ya not even worth me time. But not only are you there tryin to act like billy big balls but you’re tryin to do it while mentioning and promotin ya match against Konrad Raab in Germany…”
“What a riveting car crash of weakness that’ll be…”
“I mean Avery, who says ya gonna make it to that match?. Here you are talking about it and makin plans but, did ya see what I did to Alex?. Did ya see what I did to the apparent “world champion”?. I mean he holds a belt in another company, he’s been to the top of the mountain more times than a professional sherpa, but against me he looked like a pedestrian, just along for the ol ride. In fact the only reason why ol man Alex can get in that ring against that court jester Johnny Maverick is cause I let him. I let him escape serious injury. Cause I wanted to see the moron suffer. I wanted to see him limp from match to match in as much pain as possible without him takin time off.”
“It pleases me…”
Jaxon acoffs and rolls his eyes clasping his large hands together, the flexing of his muscles going up his arms making the sleeves around his biceps bulge and stretch the fabric of the black “Destroyers” shirt
“But not as much as breakin you will please me this week Avery. See I’ll be honest, I’m a horrible fuckin cunt. I’m straight up with it, an you me shitty little geezer are an annoying little bug that needs to be squished. And n0ot just that but you’re the type of arrogant lil douche who will bring his woman along for the ride. But tell me, ya think it’s a smart idea Miles?. Ya think ya should ‘ave Serenity sitting at ringside or in the back watchin?”
“Now believe me, I understand that the Wilsons are ballsy lasses, I mean shit, Serenity has a bigger set of bollocks on her than you but she’s also in a rather..fragile state. You don’t think her seein ya brains bashed against the mat, all over the canvas in a dark red is gonna burn in her mind?. Ya don’t think maybe watching the father of her unborn child gasping for air with my giant hands wrapped around his skinny lil neck is gonna maybe cause her to lose said kid?...”
“Maybe Avery Miles the fourth becomes a memory….”
Jaxon smirks and pushes up to his feet.
“And I get that might seem harsh, but the truth is I’m tryin to save you puttin ya woman through that kind of trauma. See Avery I ain’t like all these other morons. I’m not a joke like Johnny Maverick, I ain’t a pure wrestler like Adrien Cochrane, I ain’t a loser little bitch like Anton Chase, shit I ain’t even like Matt. I’m a fuckin monster. I am six foot nine inches of pure anger, hatred and destruction. And you can flap ya gums all ya want about how you ain’t scared of the rest of the group. You ain’t scared of Kayla, You ain’t scared of Tillman...ya ain’t scared of Matt…”
“But ya should be scared of me….”
“See I didn’t “replace” Coda, Coda is irreplaceable. But I’m a different beast. See despite her nature Coda was bound by thoughts of Honor and Respect. I’m not bound by those. I just want to break people and have fun doing it. I just want to destroy the heroes of NGW and laugh about it. But you did say something a little interesting there Avery. Before I signed with NGW no one knew who I was. And that’s true, no one did, cause I wanted it that way. I waited and made my name on the underground circuit, I walked silently in that world making just enough money to get by waiting for my chance. And now here I am, in NGW, ready to destroy anyone they put in front of me. And I got thrown right in the bloody deep end and I didn’t care.”
“But you seem to think notoriety is a good thing right?. Alex Jones is known around the world, he is revered and cheered and loved. What did it do for him when he faced me?. You are known around the world to, a former champion who has become the whipping boy of the destroyers, teaming with old man Alex, a red headed bitch no one cares about and the lesser half of a husband and wife team that ruled the tag team ranks when no one gives two shits about tag team wrestling...BRA-FUCKING-VO….”
“This ain’t a popularity contest, this ain’t a “who has more followers on twitter” contest. This is a pro wrestling match, this is a fight, this is a contest. And in this world Avery, ya just average and me?...I’m above average in every sense of the word. And if lil Serenity ever needs a real man….I’ll slip me number to her…”
