Post by Jaxon Richards on May 26, 2018 7:11:16 GMT -5
“This is it eh?. This ending to a great war that has been built up for months between one faction and another. Something I came into halfway through. And I’m expected to fuckin care about?. I mean are you serious?. This is something where the longer I think about it, the madder I get. See I’m a fuckin monster. There’s no ifs ands or buts. I am a destructive force and there are very few people of my strength and size who can also move and fight like I do. But here I am shackled to a bloody conflict that is as dumb as the summer days are fucking long.”
Jaxon growled and looked around outside and up to the twilight sky staring at the stars. His long arms folded over his body. His green eyes staring out from under his hair pushed in front of them from the black beanie on his head.
“I’m not in this for any feeling of loyalty to a name or a moral stance. My sister likes to do what she needs to, same as Matt and Jack has a killer instinct. The ones on the other side seem to believe they have some kind of moral high ground. I honestly don’t give two shits. Matt is a former heavyweight champion, to disrespect him and write him off as a joke because he lost the title and also likes to take liberties with the rules is dumb as fuck. The man is the master of the damn neckbreaker and has gone to war and beaten some of the best. You think it was all an accident?. That Matt tripped and fell into the NGW title?. I see things that and I realise, you have no moral high ground, you have no respect. You’re clowns who dance and pretend to wrestle and a group of fake human beings who are lying to themselves and the fans.”
“Those same people look at my sister Kayla, they call her names and comment on her sex life. I have sat back and seen the word “whore” thrown around. She had been faithful to Matt their entire relationship and in this day and age where people change relationships as often as they do underwear I believe Matty and my sister deserve some kind of award. But then I hear the bullshit venom spewing from these paragons of honor, these so called good human beings and I know, yet again, they lie to everyone, they are hypocrites. They know who they are and again, you look past someone like her and her accomplishments and that just makes you a fool. It makes you selfish and undeserving of even being in the ring with her. She is not perfect, she is flawed like all of us. But she is also a determined creature of pain and sacrifice who has gone through things that would kill most of you pathetic fuckin weaklings. But you discount her, spit on her reign, call her a fake and a fraud and accuse them both of riding each others coattails.”
“And Jack?. Well he’s just guilty by association right?. You all love Jack as a wrestler but he hangs out with horrible people like us. Jack is a great wrestler who loves wrestling and embodies the true spirit of what we do, so how could he...HOW COULD HE. Hang out with such low bred scoundrels like myself, Kayla and Matt huh?. How could he?. Cause Jack knows, he knows that as far as passion for this business he is one of us. He’s like Matt and my sister, he’s like me. He’s a champion. A warrior. He’s not like all of you. He knows that in this game, it’s all about who wins and the ends justify the means.”
“And then...then there’s me…”
Jaxon scoffs and shakes his head looking around again before slowly picking up his bottle of corona from beside the steps.
“I came here and people thought I was a big dumb brute. A geezer to help my sister keep her title and to destroy her enemies. Well you got the dumb part wrong, I have a mind of my own and I’m smarter than most of you dumb brick fucks. And I have a certain loyalty to my sister, cause she’s my blood.; But I have that same loyalty to Amber and to Tasmin. I love my sisters and apparently that’s a crime that I should be judged for. Apparently that makes me an evil bad man. But I want to ask a question of all the destroyers, aside from a few shit stirring interactions have I shown any of you disrespect?. Have I called Adrien Cochrane anything derogatory?. Have I picked on Jazmyn Rain?. Have I verbally accosted Josh Goldstein? And what about Miss Sears?. Have I said disgusting or untoward things about her?. Threatened horrible violence in any way that wasn’t a simple comment on a match?.”
“In my time here I have heard and seen my family say some horrible things to and about each other and about their opponents. That is their game and what they do yet the other side, the “moral high ground” has been just as horrible in some parts. They have stood by as their allies have talked more shit than we have about certain things. Adrien Cochrane has talked about title reigns like he’s an expert when he has failed each and every time. And that is not taking anything away from his ability but how many shots do you need Adrien?. How many have you earned? One?. Two?. How do you feel knowing you had all those chances yet it was a smart mouthed, arrogant wannabe MMA fighter that got the job done when you couldn’t?. How does it feel knowing people talk about you in the same tone as they do a loyal pet or some kind of unthreatening friend they call on when they need something?. Face it Adrien, you may someday be the champion but right now you’re just a bridesmaid, chasing brides much prettier than you sweetheart…”
Jaxon slowly blows a kiss before sipping his beer.
“And as for title shots, Miss Jazmyn Rain. How long did it take before you could beat Jack Tillman, now you sit there all proud like you have his number, like you are some kind of all conquering hero. You are a great champion and I certainly respect your accomplishments, even if you yourself wanted to do nothing more than spit on others. I’ve watched you, subtweet and talk with Jessica and others and make your snide comments. Tell me, how exactly are you better than someone like, I don’t know, Julianna DiMaria?. How exactly are you better than my sister who for the most part gets in the face of people she talks shit about?. You my dear go around peoples backs with your comments and snippy little attitude. You’re not an outfront cunt, see that would be somewhat honourable. You’re an undercover cunt, a snake in the grass who waves the flag of righteousness when in reality...you’re just an aging bitch with jealousy issues who finally won a title worth a damn since that other company you’re in is nothing but a pit of ass grabbing bullshit…”
“Speaking of asses, hello Jessica. Sorry I couldn’t resist…”
“Jessica I’m not going to be one of these people who comments on your personal life and your past relationships, because we as people are never defined by those. We make decisions based off passion but I will ask, how does it feel knowing that almost everyone in this business is more concerned with what you have done with whom than what you have done in the ring?. I suppose part of you must hurt right?. That people look past your obvious impressive athletic ability and drive, discount your accomplishments and wins. And all they care about is who you’re sleeping with. It must really burn and feel unfair. So now, imagine how it feels when you have done that to my sister and realise, you’re a hypocrite.”
“And tell Dean, he threatens my sister and brings up fire again...he’ll see that the ONLY big monster in NGW is me and he’s nothing but a pretty boy who was grown a little too long…”
Jaxons eyes flash as he finishes his beer and gets to his feet.
“Oh, wait. I forgot. Joshua Goldstein, the Jew Blazer. I went through the rest of your little group as well as my team but almost forgot you. Story of your life right?. The forgotten one?. In the guardians, you don’t matter. You were the forgotten five lakes champion, because you don’t matter. Your girl is a louder mouth than you. And your best friend is a wrestling pornstar so he’s more entertaining than you.. Any time you are a part of something you’re the lesser number of the equation. The one who is just there and you have your uses. You’re the funny one. The one that makes people laugh. The joke. The only thing is Josh, eventually the joke runs thin and is no longer funny. Eventually the punchline gets overused. And people who once laughed with you, now laugh at you. And even worse...soon...they stop laughing...look at my face Josh Goldstein...I’m not laughing….”
“This match is 8 individuals with different thoughts and feelings and the truth is I’m getting in there to do one thing...win...not prove some moral or philosophical point….”