05-13-2013, 09:12 AM
(OOC: It might be short. But just enjoy this is just the first part :) )
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It is said that during some moments of life that time literally feels like it is standing still. I definitely understand that feels like after competing on every show XWF produced where I fought and become North Korean Champion than Tag Team matches and finally single matches.
From moment to moment I have gain heat everywhere I have been. Every show or company I have crossed its fan base has increased tenfold. This is the moment XWF has been waiting for. The moment everyone seen coming; that XWF needs a new shinning face in this place to pick up the slack. I am sure everyone will watch them milk this for all they can. Make all the money they through my talent. But it never fails does it?
That fact Alex is like a hero to every soul on this planet. A true icon in this sport as we all knows it. But for some reason in XWF for some strange unknown reason. Every single moment felt like it was going in slow motion for me and Peter Gilmour.
Some would call that special but for me it meant that every time fall to the mat, it meant that the pain just lasted that much longer as Peter Gilmour did everything in his power to try and end the career of Alex Richards.
By now everyone should know the truth of it all. The light was in my eyes on Warfare. As well I know our match was inside a building. But let me get to the big deal of it all. I was told to put over Gilmour it was a business move by my agent and best friend Matthew Johnson.
Alex begins to chuckle aloud.
Did it really cross your mind someone of his skill. Could beat someone like me? Fuck no! Matthew thought it will be a good move to let him pin me. Just in the fact of Peter's head blowing up in the hopes I am a liar. The thought of Peter having Alex Richards stretchered out of the arena in Wisconsin unconsciousness. While celebrating in the middle of the ring with his hands raised high. Seemed like the hot shit to him.
But instead was a act. Just to put you over in the false hope you will ever beat a rookie with skill. But since that very moment life pretty much hit the pause button and time became to stand still for me.
Of course time didn't stop literally since days came and gone. Still signed to this company. Still putting money in the pockets of management. But no more of putting over the worthless talent that I am here to cleansed of there careers. Since naturally I am the best thing since sliced beard. Yet here I was in some kind of limbo just a mere hour or so on Madness, where I would once again step foot into the ring with Justin Vipe not as a partner! But this time as an enemy on the set mind to destroy you.
Can you feel that bitch?
~Fades to Black~
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Scene opens dark, empty like nothing exist.
Where am I?
Suddenly a light comes closer and appears. It fades in with.....Alex placing his hand on this chin; He seems to be in deep thought searching through his mind. Looking deep inside for the dark secrets; that are lost in his heart. Suddenly there is a low toned voice - a voice that has been there many years on end. The voice begins to get loud Alex thinking deeply trying to match the voice. Suddenly there is a word that is clear as day.
ALEX!
After the word of his name was muttered clips of images crosses his mind. The most disturbing images you would ever believe could happen to someone. Then a loud scream and a name is heard.
REBECCA!
The mere thought made me snap out of a dead sleep in a cold sweat, this has become a regular thing for me as of late. Sure on the outside I seemed fine, I tweeted regularly and spent most of the break trash talking back and forth with the likes of everyone worthless soul that has the nerve to talk bad about me. But the reality was that I was falling apart. I painfully twisted myself in bed to the point where my feet could touch the plush carpet of the bedroom floor, I forced my hands to grip my knees in hopes of stopping the trembling as I closed my eyes and quietly chanted to myself that everything would be okay.
After ten minutes of this and a couple of sips from the bottle of water on the night stand beside the bed I Was finally able to stand up on my own two feet but that's when a whole new kind of terror hit me. I opened my eyes and looked down at my empty hands as panic started to grip my very being and start to squeeze the life out of me.
Where did it go; I had it right here in my hands before I went to sleep so where the fuck did my box go?
My eyes began scanning the surroundings of the bedroom hoping to make contact with my music box but it was nowhere to be found inside of these four walls. I turned around and started ripping comforters and sheets off of the bed before looking under it but still no music box I straightened back up and knocked everything off of the night stand onto the floor. I was making quite the noisy scene inside of the bedroom which only caused an encore through the house.
He made his way to the walk - in closest where the music box was. I grabbed the box and clutched it to my chest and all the trembling, all the knots in my stomach and the urge to vomit all faded away.
I lay my head back on my pillow fall into a deep sleep.
~Fades to Black~
It is said that during some moments of life that time literally feels like it is standing still. I definitely understand that feels like after competing on every show XWF produced where I fought and become North Korean Champion than Tag Team matches and finally single matches.
From moment to moment I have gain heat everywhere I have been. Every show or company I have crossed its fan base has increased tenfold. This is the moment XWF has been waiting for. The moment everyone seen coming; that XWF needs a new shinning face in this place to pick up the slack. I am sure everyone will watch them milk this for all they can. Make all the money they through my talent. But it never fails does it?
That fact Alex is like a hero to every soul on this planet. A true icon in this sport as we all knows it. But for some reason in XWF for some strange unknown reason. Every single moment felt like it was going in slow motion for me and Peter Gilmour.
Some would call that special but for me it meant that every time fall to the mat, it meant that the pain just lasted that much longer as Peter Gilmour did everything in his power to try and end the career of Alex Richards.
By now everyone should know the truth of it all. The light was in my eyes on Warfare. As well I know our match was inside a building. But let me get to the big deal of it all. I was told to put over Gilmour it was a business move by my agent and best friend Matthew Johnson.
Alex begins to chuckle aloud.
Did it really cross your mind someone of his skill. Could beat someone like me? Fuck no! Matthew thought it will be a good move to let him pin me. Just in the fact of Peter's head blowing up in the hopes I am a liar. The thought of Peter having Alex Richards stretchered out of the arena in Wisconsin unconsciousness. While celebrating in the middle of the ring with his hands raised high. Seemed like the hot shit to him.
But instead was a act. Just to put you over in the false hope you will ever beat a rookie with skill. But since that very moment life pretty much hit the pause button and time became to stand still for me.
Of course time didn't stop literally since days came and gone. Still signed to this company. Still putting money in the pockets of management. But no more of putting over the worthless talent that I am here to cleansed of there careers. Since naturally I am the best thing since sliced beard. Yet here I was in some kind of limbo just a mere hour or so on Madness, where I would once again step foot into the ring with Justin Vipe not as a partner! But this time as an enemy on the set mind to destroy you.
Can you feel that bitch?
~Fades to Black~
Scene opens dark, empty like nothing exist.
Where am I?
Suddenly a light comes closer and appears. It fades in with.....Alex placing his hand on this chin; He seems to be in deep thought searching through his mind. Looking deep inside for the dark secrets; that are lost in his heart. Suddenly there is a low toned voice - a voice that has been there many years on end. The voice begins to get loud Alex thinking deeply trying to match the voice. Suddenly there is a word that is clear as day.
ALEX!
After the word of his name was muttered clips of images crosses his mind. The most disturbing images you would ever believe could happen to someone. Then a loud scream and a name is heard.
REBECCA!
The mere thought made me snap out of a dead sleep in a cold sweat, this has become a regular thing for me as of late. Sure on the outside I seemed fine, I tweeted regularly and spent most of the break trash talking back and forth with the likes of everyone worthless soul that has the nerve to talk bad about me. But the reality was that I was falling apart. I painfully twisted myself in bed to the point where my feet could touch the plush carpet of the bedroom floor, I forced my hands to grip my knees in hopes of stopping the trembling as I closed my eyes and quietly chanted to myself that everything would be okay.
After ten minutes of this and a couple of sips from the bottle of water on the night stand beside the bed I Was finally able to stand up on my own two feet but that's when a whole new kind of terror hit me. I opened my eyes and looked down at my empty hands as panic started to grip my very being and start to squeeze the life out of me.
Where did it go; I had it right here in my hands before I went to sleep so where the fuck did my box go?
My eyes began scanning the surroundings of the bedroom hoping to make contact with my music box but it was nowhere to be found inside of these four walls. I turned around and started ripping comforters and sheets off of the bed before looking under it but still no music box I straightened back up and knocked everything off of the night stand onto the floor. I was making quite the noisy scene inside of the bedroom which only caused an encore through the house.
He made his way to the walk - in closest where the music box was. I grabbed the box and clutched it to my chest and all the trembling, all the knots in my stomach and the urge to vomit all faded away.
I lay my head back on my pillow fall into a deep sleep.
~Fades to Black~