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I was on the other side of the Atlantic holed up in a hotel in central London And I was afraid. I'd done a lot, killed a Reverend named Coleman, I've witness championships since then, I've been on a hell of a ride since then. Had increased my income by over six figures in one promotion And I knew that brutal death to that Reverend would not go unpunished It wasn't confirmed, but I had been followed That told me that there might be a contract out on me Revenge knew no bounds The Hunter had now become the hunted I had become one of them The people I went to see, when I was the last face they saw Bucky...Coleman...Galen...Jackson So I was afraid. There was nothing wrong with fear So long as that fear was controlled But it was undeniable, the way it was bubbling beneath the surface I was on edge because I had been stalked for the last day Afraid because death was at my hotel room, lurking on the other side of my door Trouble after Midnight Death kept moving back and forth outside my door But death never showed its face On the other side of my pulled curtains, the skies were gray, winds were blowing hard enough to sway trees, and the rain was falling, a rain that, in this weather, felt like ice water London's weather was as devastating as my mood I was in Bloomsbury, that abhorrence from my past crimes and sins fueling me as I stood by the door, listing for sounds in the hallway, gun in my hand, loaded, angst on high I'd done a job against a man named Jackson. Had killed more than a few men in the name of profit, A gruesome hit that would stay with me the rest of my days. That job had been a few months ago, and now that hit had turned upside down. A man named Jay wanted to kill his own rival in Jackson, but did it on my time. I had slaughtered Jackson, barely made it away from that job with my life, and since then Jay has been looking for revenge, and I had been followed to London by him, a man who had been sent to kill me as an act of vengeance I eased to the door and listened So much Violence and death had happened since I landed in the UK My mind was racing as I tried to remember it all; gun in hand, I was trying to put the pieces together. Yesterday afternoon I'd been stalked from Covent Garden to Soho, then around midnight I had realized I was being trailed as I left Soho, had flipped the script on my stalker and chased him, realized he was the same man I'd seen on my flight from America to the UK, his broken nose making him stand out, and I had confronted him, chased him through Kensington Gardens only to have him vanish at Lancaster Gate Only a few hours had passed since that footrace And now someone was lurking outside my hotel room Freezing rain was falling as dark clouds strangled and smothered the sunrise Gun in hand, I listened to see if the messenger was outside moving around Behind me, in my room, I heard terrified breathing I looked back saw the two huge suitcases on the floor I'd forgotten she was here A naked woman was terrified, inside my hotel room, hiding in the bathroom Her name was Lisa Mack She was an actress-slash-masseuse I had met on the same flight to Gatwick Hers was a long story, one that started with happiness in the US and ended up here with her being in excruciating pain, the kind of pain that came from her flying across the Atlantic only to get rejected by the man she was in love with, that rejection coming a few hours ago. About five hours ago she had ended up in my room, about three hours ago she had ended up in my bed. Now she was hiding in the bathroom as I tried to deal with this situation Bad timing. Bad fucking timing Now her life might be on the line There was another sound Once again trouble was shifting around outside my door Every time I did a job, I made enemies. I had done well so I had many enemies My mental Rolodex was spinning, so many enemies in my mind Too many to remember That terrified breathing echoed in the bathroom Even now I wondered if the woman hiding in the bathroom was part of a conspiracy That beautiful woman might've been sent to keep me here She had been waiting for me Right here In the lobby And she had bedded me Without hesitation She claimed she was an actress. Grifters were actors. Contract killers were actors I'd spent years hiding my feelings from the rest of the world. So I was an actor too I played it again in my mind A man had followed me first from America, then trailed me in Covent Gardens, did the same in Soho, that confrontation coming to an abrupt end at Lancaster Gate. Right after that Lisa was waiting for me in the lobby She had found my hotel Paranoia whispered in my ear and told me she was part of the setup. I was about to go to the bathroom, put the gun in her face, demand answers I'd kill Lisa Mack if I had to. I'd kill her like she had killed me in my nightmares As soon as I made a step, there was a loud sound outside my door. I jumped, aimed the gun at the door I eased back to the peephole Then Lisa flushed the goddamn toilet. Something crashed to the bathroom floor. I was heading toward Lisa when the handle on the hotel door shook They were out there testing the door I tensed, expected the door to get kicked open right after that. Gun aimed, I crept back toward the door I spied out again My stalker moved right in front of my door A bold and daring, confident stance I saw a face. Brown skin with long hair. Same hairstyle one of the Dutch boys who had attacked me and a grifter named Arizona had sported yesterday. We'd had a battle in the heart of Chinatown during the noon hour. My stalker looked right into the peephole, looked right in my eye, that tense face becoming clearer. A beret covered those braids, French-style I swallowed Didn't know how to deal with this... - [ * * * ] - You ever try to tell a 5 year old something after taking his favorite toy away? That’s become the overriding theme in Alex Jay’s antics over the past month or two. This all started months back on Avulsion, Alex came out in front of the live crowd to bark and bitch, the usual routine, and then…in an attempt to build himself up as the ultimate force going in to our future matchup, he pushed me to the breaking point, he forced that bottle shot, He could have just left everything the way it was, instead of pushing the matter. These are no actions worthy of a contender, no actions worthy of a tough guy. Just a punk kid who wants his spot at the top and he wants it now. Well, Alex, I’ve got news for ya, you’re going to have to take a seat on the bench, alongside ALL the other guys who have come spitting the same game as you. You’ll be known only by the company you’ll be forced to keep, and that’s the group of guys waiting for me to falter, to stumble, to show signs of wearing and slowing. All of you throw the threats at me, that you’ll be the end of the quick rise of my stock here in NLCW, but yet…stronger than ever, here I stand. And the All Hallows Eve will just be yet another beginning of a new chapter with Carmine Vestieri on top Let’s click the fast-foward button here…Last month, Alex Jay out performed me inside the Chaotic Cage. He straight up, plain and simple looked better then me. Lasted longer then me. And regardless of my situation at that time and my lack of focus, Alex damn near stole the show, in the process getting so full of himself that he let himself get to the point of being ‘better than his friends, better than anyone”. That’s when he decided to go full steam ahead with are showdown and a chance to prove his words true, his self-hype true. A chance to prove to everyone that he still remains the Prince of Wrestling Ever since then, he’s spent his time trying to cover up who and what he really is with talk and cheap attempts at propaganda. Clinging on with white knuckles to any glory he may have had in NLCW, knowing that it just doesn’t seem like he can do any better than what he’s already done. He's a former World Champion. The pinnacle of Alex’s success came at a time when he didn’t have to worry about the likes of me keeping him company atop the mountain. Young? He still is, but all it takes is a single moment to come and go to leave you wondering if you’ll ever be able to live that moment again. And a day similar to him winning the big gold will only happen the day Alex learns that he just can’t break through the wall that guys like myself barricade his old ass with. The ultimate goal is victory. Alex Jay V Carmine Vestieri has been the talk of the town ever since it was announced a month ago, a big time clash people had wanted to see for a while. The man who was on top of this company before I was even hiking up my boots, the man who had been trashing anyone in his way trying to get to that top spot. I’ve been preparing for every aspect of your game, Alex. Anything old, anything new that you will try and bring to that table in order to clinch a victory, I’m going to top. That’s how I’ve stayed on top all these last few months. The same strategy that won me championship gold and worldwide accolades when you were practicing in your kid's spelling bee. Take your opponent, study every move, style, technique…and become better. Become the best. That’s what I’ve done, that’s what I do and that’s what I always WILL do, and for you, Mr. Jay, that means a world of embarrassment and shame is on the horizon. No turning back now, my only advice to you ahead of time would be to watch what you say, because if you pull out the usual ‘Alex Jay show’…you’ll simply be digging your hole deeper than what’s smart. But then again, smart isn’t exactly something I would dare accuse you of. Ya see, there’s a simple philosophy to promoting yourself in this business today. You have the tendency to talk tough, but only act out that way when you ‘feel like it’. I KNOW you’re going to bring it at All Hallows Eve, because there is something on the line and thats pride, but I’m going to teach you the hard way that you don’t half-ass anything, hell your whole comeback has been nothing more then Half-ass! I'm going to show you, that To make it to the kind of level you wish to return to, you give it your all whether you’re on live TV for a Pay Per View or performing for nothing more than a live crowd of 13,000 people. That’s what keeps you at your best, by giving your best. You, Alex, aren’t going anywhere. Because as you can tell, I’m preparing as if our battle of pride match were an actual shot at the NLCW World Championship. I’m preparing to dismantle you every step of the way, to allow myself to dominate you with my wrestling skill and knock you on your ass when you try to bring the classic Alex Jay fight. That simple philosophy? Make sure that your self-hype matches your performance. IF you’re going to talk like you’re the next face of NLCW, that you’re THEE man around here, then you’ve got to back that up every single god damn night…the night you take off is going to be the night that 10 other guys outshine you and climb a spot ahead of you. Something that would truly be a shame to watch happen to you after I beat ya this weekend. The lights have been flashing for the past month, advertising our meeting coming to town. The billboards have been taking the wrestling fans’ eyes off the roads for a moment to look at our faces, staring one another down as we have dozens of times. The Prince of Wrestling against the Lion. And ofcourse, the best form of advertising, word of mouth. The NLCW fans gathering together, discussing who’s going to win. But when the Arena got word on a complete sell-out for our show, what do you think the reason was for each of those fans purchasing their tickets? Do you honestly think that people hopped in line, grabbing their wallet with their right hand and tugging on their Vestieri T-shirts with their left, to pay to see YOU? Sorry, Alex, but they’re paying to see The Lion, The Element Of Power…100 Percent…of the main event. They’re paying to see Carmine Vestieri take that big step towards the glory I had months before. And the one person sneaking in the back door with a Alex Jay shirt on?…well…I hope you gave your father a decent seat. A second Chance…that’s what this match is. It’s got the atmosphere of a championship showdown, but that’s only because both competitors are going in to that ring with gold in their vision…chance…this is Alex’s chance. His chance to show that he’s a primetime player, that he can STILL perform and succeed in the ultimate pressure situation. He can prove critics wrong that have been doubting him ever since his return to the ring. A win over me, and he’s officially back, officially back as the top-tier no matter what happens next. This is Alex’s chance to get notice, to earn a second shot at the World, his chance to maybe, for ONCE…back up all that talk. This guy has a world of talent according to…himself. Now it’s time for the world to really see what Alex Jay still has to bring to the ring against one of the best of all time. Well bro, here is your fucking chance to prove it, Alex. Here’s what I plan on doing for you, Alex. While my music blares, the crowd booing and clapping equally as loud, and after they’re done announcing my name as the winner, etc…I’m going to help you off that mat, dust you off, slap you in the face until I manage to drag you back into consciousness…and I’m going to give you a small plaque and announce to the world that YOU, ALEX JAY, is inducted as the first ever occupant of a spot…in the NLCW Hall…Of Shame. And, ofcourse, my treat, a box of tissues and a laptop, so you can wipe away those tears and proceed to blog to the three people who care about how great you still are and how much better you still are than me and the rest… I AM YOUR execution, Alex, and it will go off flawlessly. Millions of eyes will be on us in anticipation for a the Prince of Wrestling to be crowned this Sunday, Alex. Millions of eyes…every slip up analyzed, every move criticized. Millions of people to be reminded that Carmine Vestieri is the best thing going today. And while my passion for wrestling is apparent in every match I take part in, my passion for winning will be even more apparent when the curtain call comes and goes. All Hallows Eve will be off the hook, but at the end of the night, there will be one man left standing. And it’ll be the same man who is always left standing…that’s me. And when Alex runs through his whole game plan and is reduced to biting at my kneecaps and tugging at my hair, those millions of viewers will collectively realize what I’ve been saying this whole damn time. Alex Jay…is…finished…being prepared for the worst ISN’T BEING PREPARED ENOUGH! -- That’s a Wrap! -- |