Post by Jaxon Richards on Jun 24, 2018 7:51:37 GMT -5
“Well, look at what we have here…”
Jaxon Richards sits in the weight room of Shields estate. A towel in his hands as a bight light sits behind him allowing us to see his hulking shadow. The outline of his broad shoulders and the curves of his arms. He looks straight up and forward with a laugh.
“Dean Matthews, another “monster” in NGW. 6’7 295 of hulking beast muscle right?. Pretty intimidating to most people. You can threaten and intimidate as a giant 21 year old man child, stompin your feet and bangin your chest but there seems to be a problem and a fatal misunderstanding. See I ain’t intimidated…”
Jaxon pushes up off his knees to his feet, the angle changing deliberately to look up and make Jaxon look even bigger and more menacing than he is.
“I’m 6’9, bigger than you for those keeping score. 326 pounds, and six years older than you. I have the experience and size edge and people like you ain’t used to dealing with people like me. But I ain’t going to beat you cause I’m bigger, heavier, older. Nah mate. I’m going to beat you cause while you like to roar and be a pretend monster. I fucking am one. I have no remorse. No pity, no heart, no soul. I’m a destruction machine hell bent on destroying anyone and everyone.”
“And you, this lovey dovey manchild on the end of Jessica Sears leash. A man who wishes he was half the monster I am. Threatening to burn down houses?. Threatening to beat people to within an inch of their lives?”
“My my...aren’t you bloody adorable…”
“It’s just to bad that in the real world that we live in, the world where for those kind of threats you’d be incarcerated. I don’t need to say those things. I don’t need to say that one day you’ll walk in to an NGW show’s lockerroom and maybe find Jessica unconscious with her head shaved and “dirty slut” written on her forehead….I don’t NEED to SAY things like that Dean…”
Jaxon reaches over and flicks the large light from behind off and the normal lights from above on. He laughs and folds his arms over his chest, his arms shining with sweat.
“I don’t need to look at someone like Matt Shields, a former NGW champion, and piss on the very company he now works for by discrediting everything that champion has done. That is one thing I hate. See you and me, we ain’t done that much here, I’ve been here three or four months, done the damage I have wanted to and been climbing up the ladder of success. And you?. You’ve been here for a cup of coffee. You don’t like Matt Shields as a person, that’s fine, I get it, I’m almost related to him and sometimes even I want to cave his skull in. But discrediting him as a threat to you or a champion is a level of ignorance that astounds me and wants to make me ask you to never reproduce because I don’t want your diluted special school seed infecting the earth…”
“So Jessica, if you’re listening...no glove no love baby girl…”
“But I wonder. What other stupid crap is going to spew from your mouth?. Are you going to say I’m not a threat?. That I’m nothing?. Are you going to puff out your chest and act like a big man in front of your little girl? I mean hey I’m man enough to admit you’re a big lad and can probably use that to do some damage but the truth is, all the threats you decide to throw, the anger, the hatred. It’s nothing. You’ll get emotional and sloppy, I don’t have that drawback Dean. Cause I have very few emotions anymore…”
“You’re capable of love, anger, happiness, depression, sadness. I’m capable of destruction, pain and chaos. I don’t have a moral compass, I don’t have a reason to be anything more than a monster in that ring. I keep my personal life outside it, I keep my happiness outside it so it can’t be used against me. But you?. You have made the mistake of keeping your personal life in the public eye. It’s something you’d think I’d have warned Kayla against doing but...truth is someone could beat the shit out of Matt and as long as he isn’t dead she’d just shrug it off. But you?. I’ve seen you. I’ve seen your reactions. Someone threatens little Jessica and you lose it.”
“That is just from words. I have to wonder what would happen if Kayla, or myself hurt Jessica, in a match or out of one. How would you react?. Would you go into a wild beastly rage? Would you yell and scream and threaten?. Would you try and kill one of us?. All of the above?. The only thing monstrous about you Dean Matthews is your emotional distraction. You make outlandish claims and you have a frankly...stupid past. Involving a death hoax and some satanic cult. And yet you expect me to be scared or intimidated by you?..Boy.?...”
Jaxon smirks and shakes his head with a deep sigh leaning back against a wall.
“We’re heading into Boston for this show and next up is wrestleforce 2 and if you think for one second I’m going to ease back or let you get a win over me to stop that momentum you have another thing coming big man. Nah, I’m going to step in that ring and do everything I can to break you down and send you back to Jessica in pieces….but I might just keep the piece she wants most….and make it into a necklace…..”
“...Your heart….”
“I don’t mean the real piece of living tissue, no I mean that one that gives you a will to compete, a will to keep fighting, Your spirit. I’m going to take it, I’m going to show it to you and then crush it between my fingers and leave you as a beaten bloodied mess of humanity. You will look up at those lights above the ring and know….there is only one monster in NGW...and it isn’t Dean fucking Matthews…”