Post by Alex Jones on Feb 2, 2018 21:33:35 GMT -5
On Camera-New York New York, days ago
Alex takes a deep breath wincing as he does, his right hand moving up to his ribs as the pain shoots through his body. Alex gets to his feet off the edge of the ring, he seems to let out a small cough that causes even more pain to move through his body, a large patch over his ribs a yellow and purple color as he picks up a bottle of water taking in a few mouthfuls before slowly looking toward the camera.
“I’m a few hours out from flying out to Rome, and I’m not going to lie, I don’t feel the best right now. See as you all saw when I faced Jaxon Richards I got beaten down, beaten up and beaten, one, two, three in the center of the ring. And sure I can throw excuses out there and talk about how I let Kayla get in my head, about how Jaxon got me from behind and destroyed me before the match, throwing me into a large brick wall and through a table before we had even stepped foot in a ring. But the truth is this whole thing is on me.”
His breathing stays laboured but Alex is able to take a deep breath in before slipping his shirt on over his head. He pulls it down his body showing the new Rebel Society logo as he sits in a chair near the practise ring at Wolfslair in New York city. He shakes his head as Austin James Mercer, current WWH Hellsgate champion walks behind him handing him a towel and giving his training partner a nod, Austin goes to see to the trainees as Alex slips forward into the chair, his long hair tied back away from his face as beads of sweat roll down his face and drip to the mat below.
“See I should have known they’d pull something like this. It’s what the destroyers do, they divide and they conquer. But this war has become something different than it should have been. See it should have been us all against the destroyers to stop their gangland warfare tactics. It should of been all of us watching each others backs. And that is what I wanted when Avery came to me. Now Johnny Maverick seems to have an issue with this because he believes we are just as bad as the Destroyers, but the truth is that we stand for something. We just want a level playing field where we all go into matches and only have to worry about our opponents in the match, not the other three standing behind the curtain ready to strike…”
He swallows and takes another drink of water. His body seeming to go back to normal as his breaths are no longer deep and wheezing, his mouth curls into a small grin as he is able to sit back and get comfortable, his voice deep and low with a small hint of a Texan accent, despite not having lived there in years.
“We aren’t in this to be exactly like them Johnny. See you need to get that into your head. A match against me is a match against me not against the entire Rebel Society. The destroyers want all of us at each other’s throats, they want us to hate one another just as much as we hate them. They feed off it. It’s divide and conquer. And sure, we aren’t friends with the Guardians but we aren’t going to screw them over or attack them backstage or use any of the cheap tactics the Destroyers use. And that is the difference man. I mean I’m not here to rain on your parade cause the truth is I love the whole lone wolf thing you’ve got going on. You don’t need or want anyone to watch your back and that’s fine…”
“But I also believe you deserve a fair shake. You have continually earned a title shot, you have stood up to the destroyers and have gone about taking them down and showing just how good you are. And if you ever needed it we would be there to make sure you and Kayla stayed a one on one match. Cause I’ll be honest man, in a fair match I don’t see Kayla stopping you and I do see Johnny Maverick holding the NGW world championship belt over his head.”
“That’s the thing Johnny I don’t dislike you. Hell you’re funny, entertaining and a little off the wall. I want to see you succeed. Especially if it’s at the expense of the Destroyers and in particular Kayla. But one thing that really kind of got under my skin...you calling me Avery’s sidekick. First off, I am no one's sidekick. I am one of the most decorated professional wrestlers on this planet and while I haven’t reached the same success here in NGW as I have in other companies the truth is that I am always dangerous and always one of the best of the best. I’ll be proving that in the global cup and honestly...who knows, you could beat Kayla and keep that NGW championship and I could win that global cup and go on to face you one on one...this could be a preview to a future NGW championship match main event...and in a few months we could look back on this and smile….and then beat the hell out of each other for that title...with no interference, with no outside influence...one on one...like real warriors…”
“Or, given we’re in Rome this time...Gladiators would be more fitting?. Good luck Johnny, you’re a great entertainer and a tough son of a bitch and I’m looking forward to this, but I’m going to show you I don’t need Rebel Society and I don’t need anyone else to go toe to toe with you….”
