Post by Alex Jones on Jul 20, 2018 8:30:43 GMT -5
“Cry Havok…”
Alex’s eyes stay closed. His long black hair is wet and curled down the side of his face and back. Leaving dark wet marks on his tight fitting grey Dogs of war t-shirt. A small smirk comes across his lips as his normal boyish charm seems to have faded away into something more sinister. The quiet confidence that once made him a lockeroom leader and a respected veteran had now become an arrogant aura painting his face.
He looked up and his eyes opened. The deep blue shining as the smirk stayed and his large arms stayed folded over his chest. The veins in his forearms bursting as the blood coursed through them. His head tilted as he stepped to the side.
“With two words we set something in motion and did more than others have done in months. With two words we eclipsed everything Matt Shields has done and tried to do with his group. The dogs of war is an ideal. An ideal of power and determination. An ideal of need, and have. See for the last two fucking years I have walked down to that ring and I smiled for all of you. I smiled, I laughed, I shook peoples hands and I talked about respect. And where did it get me?. What did it get me?. I thought this business was changing, I thought it was all working itself out but then I saw Johnny Maverick take a world title. And make it mean nothing”
“I realised then and there that respect only gets you so far. I told Adrien Cochrane to his face I knew he would make a great champion, I told him that he was the face of the company. He went and proved it, went and had this huge celebration and had his army of friends and family back there to verbally blow him. I walked out past them all to my car and had to avert my eyes. Don’t get me wrong, I like a good bukkake movie...but that was a little too fucking much even for me to take…”
“And what was he really celebrating?. If I’m honest we have had a piss poor run with top champions in this place. Matt Shields arrogance turned him into a walking joke. A fucking clown. Fujiwara was nameless, faceless, boring. Kayla couldn’t retain her title without half the goddamn roster helping her, Johnny Maverick packed his balls and went home after his precious little feelings got hurt and now Adrien?....”
“Adrien is there celebrating this win like a Saints superbowl. The only problem, much like that win, Adriens title reign is a bandaid put on a fucking disaster…”
Alex smiled and slowly drew attention to his shirt as his hands cupped into a pyramid. The DOW logo in the center of his hands.
“But you take one look at us. One look at the NGW incarnation of the Dogs of war you can see three of the best professional wrestlers on this planet. Jack Tillman is one of the saving graces of this company and should be the NGW champion, hell any of the three of us could be champ and would be just as good if not better than Adrien Cochrane. Hell I already beat him. Jack has been a dominant force. He was a dominant force in the destroyers and he is now. Then you have me…..I have been shackled and held back and pushed down with my smiling bullshit for far to long but the minute I stood with my brothers I was free. The shackles came off. Just like with Biilly. Billy and I teamed up and he was rejuvenated…”
“He went from being held down and held back carrying a group of men who were never his equal. Old man Alan Envy, Scotty Latimer who was and is...nothing and Mason Moore, the big lump of steroid filled pork fat that my opponent for Dissension dispatched…”
“Jaxon Richards. You can’t be surprised can you big boy?. You can’t be sitting there wondering why you’ve been put in this match. Your sister Amber helped book it and she knows what brings in money. And the thought of a dog of war, stepping into the ring with a former destroyer and a man who helped beat down Jack Tillman is that money idea. See Jaxon, when you, your sister and Matt laid your hands on him, you started a war. But the war can’t be finished. Matt is gone and after we take out you and Kayla NGW is next.”
Alex slowly chuckles and shakes his head.
“All these people, the fans, the wrestlers, the backstage staff. They think it was bad when Matt was running around with you, they thought the destroyers were this big bad entity”
He huffs and growls under his breath tilting his head as his hands reach down across the back of a chair, his arms tensing.
“That’s cute. You really believe that they were anything more than the insulating shell for an insecure bitch? The destroyers were bodyguards for Matt Shields and that is all Jaxon is, a fucking body to put in other people’s way. The Dogs of war are a collection of some of the best professional wrestling talent on this planet and the three in NGW are three of the most dangerous and you Jaxon, you will know what it’s like to face me in a real one on one match without you attacking me from behind…”
“Bet you thought I forgot about that right?”
“I don’t forgive, I don’t forget. NGW will pay in blood for the indignity I have suffered by simply being respectful. By living a lie unto myself where I wanted to believe this business was better than it is. But now, now the howls and barks are deafening. And they’ll only get louder while NGW burns…..all of you will feel it, hate it and Billy, Jack and I will stand above you all and hear your cries for mercy….and in a unified voice...we will proclaim…”
“Cry Havok….”