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| Alex Ross | Jun 28 2008, 05:05 PM Post #1 |
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The Perfect 10
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The adventures this week that Alex Ross has taken part in have been dramatic, to say the least. He played lead role in a dialog heavy one-liner promo in the satirical spirit of one Psyko Stevo. His next promo featured himself interviewing partakers in a "PRIDE" parade in New York City, to the most literal sense... A gay pride parade. He played off of Psyko Stevo's idea for a parade in Las Vegas and in every way made a mockery of it. After the planning for both events and later the legal troubles that are involved in clotheslining a hemophiliac drag-queen, Alex Ross is ready to wind down and put his vision through a tunnel, the end of the tunnel being Psyko Stevo and the World Title. So on a more serious note, but not a completely serious note... Here is your number one contender for the main event this Sunday at Countdown to Violence, facing Psyko Stevo for the World Title in a falls count anywhere match... 'The Perfect Ten' Alex Ross. The Toronto air is plain. It's not so much humid nor dry, there's no breeze. The only movement and the only sound are that of the unnatural city, the man-made disruption to peace. If you could erase all of the cars and all of the people and all of the stress and chaos of the city, at this very moment it would probably be the most peaceful place on Earth, actually; at least for Alex Ross. After his marathon run from the gay pride parade, physically he is exhausted. Mentally, he is more within himself than he ever has been, just sitting on a bench in the city. He hears nor sees not one passerby or vehicle. To him, there are only two people in this entire city that matter at this very moment in time. He's just sitting there. There's no laptop. There's no cell-phone. He's just thinking. He's not dressed flashily, totally casual. His sVo Countdown to Violence t-shirt is subtle, just black and white text. His green cargo shorts sit over the top of his knees. His white Adidas All-stars lay spread out across the sidewalk in front of him. His face is blank. Finally a breeze picks up and tosses his hair behind him. Upon the gust, the peace is broken and all of the sounds of the city are back. Car horns are beeping, people are unconsciously rushing back and forth past him on their mobile phones. Alex Ross rubs his eyes and finally stands up off the bench. He zoned out for a few minutes, but now it was time to go back inside. The camera shifts to his backside, he's looking up at Air Canada Centre. He releases his breath after holding it for a moment, then makes his way to the front doors. He's empty handed, which felt odd to him. His things were already inside, he just felt naked. As he enters, the camera switches from an inside view. He steps inside and approaches the security and ticket checkpoints. He flashes his backstage ID and steps through the metal detector. All is clear on a green light and he is able to move on to the more private backstage hallway upon guidance from a worker. They finally reach a door in a sub-corridor after a few random lefts and rights. The door had his name on it. It was engraved over a star. He had always had the stickers over the stars before. He was finally an established main event superstar in the sVo, to have his own engraved star. He slides his VIP access ID card into the key card slider and the door clicks. He opens the door and steps inside. His wrestling gear was all laid out across the furniture, you'd think his match was tonight. Alex Ross scratches his head, trying to take everything in back there, but he was finally in a place where the peace would not be broken. He walks over to a leather chair and tosses the boots that were placed on the cushion off. He sits down and he takes yet another moment to himself. He just sort of looks around scatteringly. There's no real focus in here, not like outside. The air was fake in here, that was the problem. It was all conditioned, no windows. Ross needs a drink before he can really center himself inside like this. He gets up again and heads over to his mini-fridge, pulling out some unlabeled beer that he had been supplied with. It was mainly for trademark and copy write laws, as far as logos on TV, but whatever it was for, Ross didn't appreciate it. He opens it up, wishing he really knew what he was about to drink. Finally, he takes a swig. His face shows approval, even to his surprise. Good Canadian beer, not sure of what kind based off the taste. Recently, things for Alex Ross all seemed to be a lot better than he expected them to be ever since Organized Chaos. Ross sits back down in the chair and sighs, finally directing himself toward the camera for a bit of venting. Ross: You know, this city is pretty unique. I mean, it's the New York City of Canada. With all of the commotion, you wouldn't think that I would be able to sit outside here and relax more than I have in years, even at my own house. It's like all of the engines running and people yelling at each other... It all blended into one low, dull tone. It was so many things non-relaxing... They turned around to actually help me center myself. You know, with all of my shenanigans this week and weeks prior, I've become rather drained. One of my strengths is that I can never take anyone or anything seriously and still succeed. That isn't the case for everyone. It worked for me through high school and college, and even now, I'm still making a joke out of anything that comes my way. Well, I think it's about time that I get real with myself and I get real with Psyko Stevo. I've heard some things from some people, people are talking back here in the sVo locker rooms. They don't think that I can come back from these recent extravaganzas and satirical bullshit to really deliver the message that I will be everything that I am and can be this Sunday night. Well let this be the introduction to a different side of Alex Ross. Perhaps you don't see him as much as you should. Maybe it's unfair that I give everyone this false sense of insincerity before a match only to rush in and take the victory. Maybe they need a better warning, a chance to back out of it before they put themselves out to dry in front of me. Pysko Stevo, as tempting as it is to make fun of your name, I'm going to refrain today. Today I'm going to talk about me and the way that I could effect the way you are living your life at this very moment. Right now you're on a high with all of the money flow through merchandise and the champion's bonus that you get, I hope you're enjoying it. You're in for a rude awakening pretty soon here. You may think it's despicable the way I am degrading your lifestyle and making light of your position as champion. Frankly, I don't give a tap-dancing fuck what you think of me, Stevo. The truth is, I'm getting in your head whether you like it or not. I'm tooling with you. I've completely changed the way you do things around here in only a week. You're talking to everyone differently, all of the sudden you're real to everyone. Fuck you. Fuck you and your adopted son and your girlfriend and your little buddy Jeeves. What you show us on television, who you are in your real little world off-screen, NO ONE GIVES A SHIT EITHER WAY. You're trapped in this little false facade that everyone likes you, that you are this huge do-gooder who's always out for the sake of his fans. You can't even see what you're becoming. You're becoming ONE OF US. That's right, buddy. The ego is all there, the anger toward loved ones? Come on, man. You're headed straight for damnation with that attitude. ... ... Welcome to the family, that's all I have to say. It's an enlightening little place I call home, damnation. Now I'm not getting religious or even philosophical with you here, Stevo. This damnation is far different than being cast down to the lake of fire to hang out with Lucifer, this is much worse. This is to lose all of your friends, your family. They will all reject you in your transformation. Sure, I don't so much mind it right now, but in that change over? ... ... You're in for a treat, adjusting to being number one only in your own line of vision, no one elses. No one trusts you, no one pays any attention to you... and most of all, no one cares about you. You'll come to love it though, I'm sure. You seem like the lone wolf when you cry to Jeeves about how unfair Alex Ross has treated you this week. Yeah, definitely independent. You won't be able to fucking handle this lifestyle, pal. You can't even come close to coping the way I have... and you know what? At this point, I wouldn't have it any other way. My life is great, my life is PERFECT. Yeah, 'The Perfect Ten', Alex Ross. The name says it all, right Stevo? Just like 'The Iron Man' does for you. You think you're a fucking superhero to these people. What are you going to do, Stevo? This has got to be a huge identity crisis for you. Trapped in between being loved and hated, between your own ego and the opinion of others. You care far too much about what other people are saying about you or think about you. The fact that I am talking about you right now is probably going to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand. God forbid anyone should ever talk down to the name of the Psykotic One. Stevo? When I take that World Title from you, which I most definitely will this Sunday at Countdown to Violence, I can't stress it enough... You're in for a world of shit. You're in for a world of hate and pain and denial. You'll probably still walk around your house for weeks in a bathrobe wearing Jamal's children's replica title, talking to yourself about how Alex Ross took your title on a fluke, how you are still the World Champion. You'll be cutting promos from the shitter. Your little lady will be wondering where the sudden bladder problem at night came about, when really the bed has just taken to the tears like a sponge. Oh, the deja-vous that is ahead of you, man. I almost feel bad... almost. This is just like that one time... Oh yeah, when I came out of nowhere, still a newbie to the sVo and stole that International Title right off of your waist. You were undefeated. That's right, Alex Ross ended your undefeated streak. You started questioning yourself, your abilities. All of the sudden Psyko Stevo wasn't as big and powerful as he remembered. It was a wake up call, 7:00 AM. You were used to getting up on your own terms, right? Well Stevo, it would appear that you've fallen into that same lie. It would appear to me that you have totally forgotten what happened last time you got this into yourself. You are up for failure, my friend. You are going to lose the World Title. It's really funny because you try to make yourself feel invincible in this match by telling all of your friends that it'll be a cake-walk. "OH, I'VE BEATEN HIM THE LAST 79 TIMES I'VE FACED HIM". Listen, Stevo... The fact is, yes, you've gotten the double-you over me a few times since that International Title match... But if you've noticed? I win when it counts the most. If you can sit there and pretend that your International Title loss doesn't bother you, I can sit here and show you a liar. Look in the mirror really, really closely the next time you pass by it, buddy. Analyze the truth about yourself. Have a gander at the real Crazy Steven, the man behind the "intimidating" moniker. How do you feel about yourself, Stephanie? Do you feel scared? Are you afraid of the real you? I just don't really get it, I guess. Actually, I hear I'm not the only one. The entire sVo doesn't get it... Why is it that as soon as you lose the International Championship, that you move straight up for the World Title? What merit did you have there? Were the officials just trying to make you feel better about losing to a new guy? Did they not see it coming so they had to rebound quickly and make sure that Princess Stevo was happy? When you lose the title to your division, you don't go up in fucking rank. Losing your title means that you are not good enough to hold fort at your current level. When I lost the International Title, you know what I did? After I recovered from the neck injury, I fucking worked my way back up. I fought my way past Night and Travis Williams and Gunner Lang and Howie Banks and whoever the fuck I had to leave behind on my way to the World Title. What makes you so fucking special? Is it because you're on the brink of retirement, Stevo? Are you trying to relive the glory days from 10 fucking years ago? Follow your heart, or even better, follow your skin, Stevo. As the skin drapes down further and further, so does your career. Oh yeah, people make old man jokes on legends all the time, right? Seriously, Stevo. I wouldn't say this if I didn't mean it, your time is over and Alex Ross will mark that time. This is the hit in the back of the head that you need right now. GET. THE FUCK. OVER. YOURSELF. Your career is nothing anymore. After this main event, you can finally do what you wanted to do, go out with a bang. Face it, you can't retire the World Title, buddy. I know you'd love to. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but it's just over, okay? Time to pass the torch. Maybe if you want another shot at the World Title, you feel like you really haven't stretched it out enough yet, you can start back from the bottom, show everyone that you still have what it takes to hold the gold. You couldn't do it. If the lower-mid card themselves couldn't take you down, you yourself would tire before you reached me. It's too much work for someone who's been primped for so long. You don't know the meaning of earning something. Look at you, you're going back as far as fifteen years to get favors from people. You're going as low as BLACKMAILING them to get it. You're really reaching pretty far out there to justify your importance to society these days. I am Alex Ross. You know this, Stevo. I know this. We're both going to remember this for the rest of our lives. Me, because that name has been a part of my life since birth... You, because that name will be a part of your life till death. My name is going to drive you to insanity so that you really can live up to the name that is PSYKO Stevo. You can finally unleash all of that built up anger inside, no more people pleasing... And you can just sit there in your little padded room bitching and moaning about how the World Title grew legs and ran over to Alex Ross, how that Title is a double-crossing no good son-of-a-bitch and then you can tell the nurses about the glory days, how Psyko Stevo was great! They'll all laugh about it after they leave, having no recollection of who you once were. You won't go down in history, you're just a name. You gave yourself your name, you are the only one who will remember it. Now that I've ranted about that for awhile, it's time to talk about my plans with you on Sunday night, Stevo. We've got this match here, I'd say it's a pretty big match for the both of us. You can't deny that. My plans are pretty simple. I'm going to make this night big for the both of us, just as big as all of the hype. The only real catch to it all is that I walk out the winner and Sanction Violence Organization's World Champion. You want to go down in history? We do it together. I don't like you and I don't want to share the spotlight with you, but there is no choice when leaving this match. We're going to make this big. We're going to be remembered as the number one main event in sVo history at the number one Pay-Per-View... Countdown to Violence... Or in your case, Stevo... Countdown to Reality. I want you in your top condition for this match because I want to be the man who took you out and dropped you on your face in your best. I want this to be the most vivid night of your life, that you can look back on it and think... "Wow, I'm actually glad that happened." Win or lose, Stevo, we can both walk out of that ring, or parking lot, or boiler room... Wherever we end up... And we can both realize what we've contributed to the sVo. You want this to be about the fans? Deliver to them one night that they can look back on where Stevo lost the title, no strings attached. No freak accidents with ropes, no mid-life crisis about how you aren't yourself anymore.... And on my side... No broken necks. No body guards. The loser owns up to his loss and the winner takes his win graciously. Are you man enough for that? I am. I'll do it. So, I'm sure we'll hear from you again, Stevo. I'm sure there will be one last word out of your mouth, because you're Psyko Stevo. You're the last word in all things, you're the World Champion who everyone loves. I can't wait to hear what you have to say to me, Stevo. I don't want to hear what you have to say to Jeeves or what you have to say to Jamal or your skank-ass girlfriend. Address me personally and talk to me. Tell me what you really think about me. Trust me, it will cut down on the swelling of your head from all of that built up angst inside... And it might be enough that you might be able to finally get your head out of your ass. See you at Countdown to Violence, Stevo. Good fucking luck. 'The Perfect Ten' Alex Ross tosses his beer bottle across the room at the wall and the glass shatters, beer splattering on the white dry-wall. Alex Ross smiles, satisfied with his final words to Psyko Stevo before the main event tomorrow night at Countdown to Violence. He cracks his knuckles, rolls his shoulders, sending a physical P.S. to Stevo in this very forward promo, almost to say "I'm ready for you". He gets up and walks off into the bathroom of the locker room, the door closing behind him. He's still laughing to himself behind the door, but it's muffled. With this self-amusement, we fade to black as we await the biggest sVo Pay-Per-View to date. |
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