Post by Alex Cross on Jul 7, 2015 1:15:23 GMT -6
Not much time had passed since Alex stormed away from the autograph signing. He knew he would be hearing about it from the executive committee but at this point he didn't care. So many promises made, so many promises broken. Part of him had stopped caring while the other part was desperate to shove it back in their faces. What if he no showed the event? What if he decided to ruin their entire event but not even appearing. He could catch the next flight out and be back home in Atlanta by morning. That wasn't him though and he knew it. Though honestly he was having a hard time even knowing who he was anymore and that bothered him to no end. Perhaps that was why he drank so much lately, because he didn't know who or what he was anymore. He paused for a moment and grabbed a small rock before easily skipping it across the nearby pond. The sound of footsteps running up behind him brought him out of the small trance he was in, turning around just in time to see Amanda running up.
Are you coming back Alex? That line is getting ridiculously long and most of them paid to see you.
Why am I here Amanda? I mean really, why am I here? This company has proven time and time again they don't give a shit about me. I have signed document guaranteeing me the main event slot at Heatwave against Leon Corbin in a Highway to Hell match for the World Title. You know what it's worthy? Nothing because the executive committee decided they didn't like the sound of it so they added Sean Locke.
So in response you throw a temper tantrum and storm off when people paid to see you? Those people came from all over the globe just to get a picture with you and have you sign an autograph. They lined up at that table not to see me but to see you. You walking off took that chance away from them. You wonder why these people turned on you last year? This is why Alex right here. It isn't because of rumors, it isn't because of whatever else you had in mind it's because of things like this.
He looked into her eyes but turned away once more allowing himself to look out over the water.
Two years ago at Heatwave X I took on John Champa in a Last Man Standing Match for the IC Title and lost. I busted my ass inside that ring only to come up short. If that wasn't bad enough I found out that a good friend of mine had betrayed me for months! Lead me to believe some bullshit only to stab me in the back in front of millions! It was at that very moment that things started going south for me. Last year? I was defending that same IC Title against the undeserving Vernon Vanderbilt while this company was on the verge of closing it's doors. Now? I'm in the main event but it isn't the main event I was promised, that I was guaranteed. No it's nothing like it was supposed to be.
My advice? Suck it up and grow a pair Alex. At least you're in the main event. At least you're getting top billing! I would kill for that chance and maybe one day I will. Maybe you should look at the bright side and see that you're getting a shot at the World Title. Does it really matter who stands across from you or what the stipulations are? Because it shouldn't.
Ever since I came back from my injury back in December it's been two people going back and forth for that title. Leon and I went toe to toe in a Crimson Chamber matche and several different straight up matches. Not Leon and Sean, not Sean and I but Leon and I. This moment right here is what I have busting my ass for over the past seven months and now, days before we go live I find out that Sean Locke is involved. Why? Because he demanded to be inserted into the match. The only thing that's going to be inserted is my foot in his ass.
He sighed as his shoulders slumped forward a bit and his eyes closed.
I've lost everything trying to get to this moment. I lost the only woman who loved me through thick and thin all because I allowed my desire to win that World Title take over. I wanted to destroy Leon and remove that title from him so badly that I allowed the best thing in my life to walk out on me.
As if finally breaking down he squatted and rested his head on his knees. Unable to watch him like this Amanda squatted down beside him and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him in close to her.
It's okay Alex. It's okay.
He rested his head on her shoulder as the scene faded.
Are you coming back Alex? That line is getting ridiculously long and most of them paid to see you.
Why am I here Amanda? I mean really, why am I here? This company has proven time and time again they don't give a shit about me. I have signed document guaranteeing me the main event slot at Heatwave against Leon Corbin in a Highway to Hell match for the World Title. You know what it's worthy? Nothing because the executive committee decided they didn't like the sound of it so they added Sean Locke.
So in response you throw a temper tantrum and storm off when people paid to see you? Those people came from all over the globe just to get a picture with you and have you sign an autograph. They lined up at that table not to see me but to see you. You walking off took that chance away from them. You wonder why these people turned on you last year? This is why Alex right here. It isn't because of rumors, it isn't because of whatever else you had in mind it's because of things like this.
He looked into her eyes but turned away once more allowing himself to look out over the water.
Two years ago at Heatwave X I took on John Champa in a Last Man Standing Match for the IC Title and lost. I busted my ass inside that ring only to come up short. If that wasn't bad enough I found out that a good friend of mine had betrayed me for months! Lead me to believe some bullshit only to stab me in the back in front of millions! It was at that very moment that things started going south for me. Last year? I was defending that same IC Title against the undeserving Vernon Vanderbilt while this company was on the verge of closing it's doors. Now? I'm in the main event but it isn't the main event I was promised, that I was guaranteed. No it's nothing like it was supposed to be.
My advice? Suck it up and grow a pair Alex. At least you're in the main event. At least you're getting top billing! I would kill for that chance and maybe one day I will. Maybe you should look at the bright side and see that you're getting a shot at the World Title. Does it really matter who stands across from you or what the stipulations are? Because it shouldn't.
Ever since I came back from my injury back in December it's been two people going back and forth for that title. Leon and I went toe to toe in a Crimson Chamber matche and several different straight up matches. Not Leon and Sean, not Sean and I but Leon and I. This moment right here is what I have busting my ass for over the past seven months and now, days before we go live I find out that Sean Locke is involved. Why? Because he demanded to be inserted into the match. The only thing that's going to be inserted is my foot in his ass.
He sighed as his shoulders slumped forward a bit and his eyes closed.
I've lost everything trying to get to this moment. I lost the only woman who loved me through thick and thin all because I allowed my desire to win that World Title take over. I wanted to destroy Leon and remove that title from him so badly that I allowed the best thing in my life to walk out on me.
As if finally breaking down he squatted and rested his head on his knees. Unable to watch him like this Amanda squatted down beside him and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him in close to her.
It's okay Alex. It's okay.
He rested his head on her shoulder as the scene faded.
