Post by thedarksun on Mar 16, 2010 15:46:11 GMT -6
Scene opens in Alexander’s Lockeroom as he is sat on his bench with his head in his hands muttering something we cannot understand. He looks up and starts to talk to the Camera.
Alex: Onslaught, another night, and yet another team loss. It’s odd how ever since I was part of the Dark Ones I’ve lost so many times. And yet it doesn’t change my attitude towards anything. I am wrapped up in frustration and anger that I don’t even understand why I feel it; the other week when Chris P offered the open challenge was an opportunity for me to vent some of this anger out on him...
Chris... I could have guessed that you now see this as a chance to ‘help’ your good old friend Jack Clinton... I choose to not run my mouth as defeating you will not change anything in my career, you’re just not even worth it, and I’ve beaten tougher people than you. I can see why you have a dislike for me, but what I don’t see is why YOU’RE doing something about it whereas Jack didn’t. I didn’t show him respect because I felt like he didn’t show me the respect I deserved, to be honest with you I didn’t care about the Army, I was brought in by Katrina, to help HER not to join the team. Kat convinced him to let me join mainly so I had something to be a part of I didn’t ever WANT to be part of the army... Hence the ‘trust problems’. More recently though I swear I remember being told I was a ‘spy’ for Margera... Why in the hell would somebody think that? If this is all because of Jack waking you up early hours of the morning because of me then tell him you had a problem. I knew I was pissing people off, I knew that the only person in the Army who wouldn’t have gotten pissed off with me or said anything bad about me was Katrina.
If I was offensive, all the better really... I never liked Jack much like I never liked you, even back in our ‘old’ Federation... The Army didn’t need me; they needed to stop pretending they were something they weren’t... The Army of the Gods... I hadn’t heard much stable names that sounded like the total opposite of the actual team! I know what I did, I know it was me who caused the end of the team so maybe I am fucked in the head but it’s all good... Chris, Wrestlestock will show you that I am not a coward and I don’t hide away from things confronting me. I know I’m disrespectful but so are many people towards me... Chris, there’s no such thing as time away from something like this, our match at Wrestlestock will mean very little to me, a waiting game it shall be... As I will be waiting to see if you can stick to these threats of unleashing the anger of two people because I do not believe you can Chris. Calling me an unrespectful douchebag is, well... unrespectful in its self; your time will not be anytime soon Chris. Sure, Andy’s disrespectful but he does it in a rather odd way which makes it seem less disrespectful. But you on the other hand, you just piss me off with every single word that seems to come out of your mouth, now I don’t know if it is just you, or because you are friends with Clinton... But when Wrestlestock comes round the corner, It’s one on one, me and you in the ring and no-one really knows the results, and to be honest with you I couldn’t give two shits about who wins and who loses as long as I get my chance to cause some major pain to you.
I welcome for you to make Wrestlestock my funeral... if only you could stick by your words... Chris you know that half the things you threaten me with won’t happen, the only thing really that could happen would be that you defeat me. But the match could go either way. I’m not backing down like the coward you seem to think I am I’m bringing my all into this match and you will be on the receiving end. Chris... I am looking forward to our encounter, whether I win, or I lose nothing changes between us only you would gloat and brag if you won the fight... but Chris, I can promise you this, that at Wrestlestock... You Will... FEEL THE BURN!
the scene fades to black
Alex: Onslaught, another night, and yet another team loss. It’s odd how ever since I was part of the Dark Ones I’ve lost so many times. And yet it doesn’t change my attitude towards anything. I am wrapped up in frustration and anger that I don’t even understand why I feel it; the other week when Chris P offered the open challenge was an opportunity for me to vent some of this anger out on him...
Chris... I could have guessed that you now see this as a chance to ‘help’ your good old friend Jack Clinton... I choose to not run my mouth as defeating you will not change anything in my career, you’re just not even worth it, and I’ve beaten tougher people than you. I can see why you have a dislike for me, but what I don’t see is why YOU’RE doing something about it whereas Jack didn’t. I didn’t show him respect because I felt like he didn’t show me the respect I deserved, to be honest with you I didn’t care about the Army, I was brought in by Katrina, to help HER not to join the team. Kat convinced him to let me join mainly so I had something to be a part of I didn’t ever WANT to be part of the army... Hence the ‘trust problems’. More recently though I swear I remember being told I was a ‘spy’ for Margera... Why in the hell would somebody think that? If this is all because of Jack waking you up early hours of the morning because of me then tell him you had a problem. I knew I was pissing people off, I knew that the only person in the Army who wouldn’t have gotten pissed off with me or said anything bad about me was Katrina.
If I was offensive, all the better really... I never liked Jack much like I never liked you, even back in our ‘old’ Federation... The Army didn’t need me; they needed to stop pretending they were something they weren’t... The Army of the Gods... I hadn’t heard much stable names that sounded like the total opposite of the actual team! I know what I did, I know it was me who caused the end of the team so maybe I am fucked in the head but it’s all good... Chris, Wrestlestock will show you that I am not a coward and I don’t hide away from things confronting me. I know I’m disrespectful but so are many people towards me... Chris, there’s no such thing as time away from something like this, our match at Wrestlestock will mean very little to me, a waiting game it shall be... As I will be waiting to see if you can stick to these threats of unleashing the anger of two people because I do not believe you can Chris. Calling me an unrespectful douchebag is, well... unrespectful in its self; your time will not be anytime soon Chris. Sure, Andy’s disrespectful but he does it in a rather odd way which makes it seem less disrespectful. But you on the other hand, you just piss me off with every single word that seems to come out of your mouth, now I don’t know if it is just you, or because you are friends with Clinton... But when Wrestlestock comes round the corner, It’s one on one, me and you in the ring and no-one really knows the results, and to be honest with you I couldn’t give two shits about who wins and who loses as long as I get my chance to cause some major pain to you.
I welcome for you to make Wrestlestock my funeral... if only you could stick by your words... Chris you know that half the things you threaten me with won’t happen, the only thing really that could happen would be that you defeat me. But the match could go either way. I’m not backing down like the coward you seem to think I am I’m bringing my all into this match and you will be on the receiving end. Chris... I am looking forward to our encounter, whether I win, or I lose nothing changes between us only you would gloat and brag if you won the fight... but Chris, I can promise you this, that at Wrestlestock... You Will... FEEL THE BURN!
the scene fades to black
