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| Alex Ross | Jul 4 2008, 05:46 AM Post #1 |
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The Perfect 10
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Oh the world, it always gets so comfortable with one thing, they all fear change. You get too used to seeing the same World Champion week in and week out, you're bound to forget that there is anyone around capable of taking it from him. This past week at Countdown to Violence, the unheard of happened. Psyko Stevo, the Iron Man, The Best Around... He was taken down and pinned by the very man who took his International Title from him, 'The Perfect Ten" Alex Ross. Alex Ross has since gone back to the sVo's and his very own hometown, Las Vegas, Nevada, and settled back in, but not too comfortably. Nothing is the same since returning. He's been upgraded in his locker room at the Goodfella's Casino, he's upgraded his own living suite, and the parties he used to attend are quite inferior. Alex Ross is headed for the high life of Vegas, high stakes gambling, the women, and unfortunately for him and his friend Talon, the addiction of it all. Pissing away your money, pissing away your friendships, and of course abusing substances. We go now to join Alex Ross and watch him spiral downward from the top of the food chain, so to speak. From here on, his life begins to quite ironically crumble beneath him and he tries to drag the ones around him down along with him. The bathroom door of Alex Ross' brand new locker room swings open and crashes against the stained wood tongue-and-groove. The door knob leaves a rut in the wood where it hit. Ross comes staggering out from behind it and catches it on the head on the bounce back from the wall. He mumbles at the door and as he gets in front of it, kicks it. The door slams shut and Ross feels like he got his revenge on it for its little attack on his way out of the bathroom. From there, the newly crowned World Champion throws himself down to a leather chair and wipes a puddle of sweat from the wrinkle on his forehead. He looks at the doused hand, then rubs it off onto his distressed pant leg. Ross throws his head back, sighs, then starts talking to himself. Ross: I'm the World Champion. I'm the FUCKING WORLD CHAMPION. By God, here you are Alex Ross, you're on top of the World, the WORLD CHAMPION. Ohhh, doesn't it feel good? Don't you feel like you're invincible?! Of course you fucking do, you showed them all. You showed Stevo. You showed the fans. FUCK THE FANS. Stevo had to go and make them all like you for a few days there... He had his little butthurt meltdown. God, I hope that's over with. What's your legacy now, Stevo, eh? WHAT'S YOUR LEGACY WITHOUT THE WORLD TITLE. Hahah, that Jamal of his, so proud of his hard working daddy... Now how do you tell a kid like that... that you daddy isn't so special anymore. That no one likes you daddy anymore. That no one even respects your daddy anymore. People aren't giving you credit, Alex Ross, no sir... They are asking Stevo... "Oh Stevo, what did you do wrong? How did you screw this one up?" No one understands... Stevo had no choice in the matter, he was on the top of his game, my top was just better. I overwhelmed the guy and he buckled. Alex Ross won the World Title, and all they can talk about is Stevo, STILL. I gotta say, the guy is more interesting now than he ever was before. Now he has something to talk about, he has a little drama to play off of. Everything isn't perfect in Passiac for Stevo anymore. God, fucking Stevo. Why are we still talking about him... He's done. The guy won't stick around, are you kidding? Oh, wouldn't that be a kicker, he manages to get himself out of the Psyko Stevo Pity Parade for a minute and actually comes to Showdown this week for the Roulette... Alex Ross versus Psyko Stevo for his long lost gold title belt... Yeah, we wishes. So what are we gunna do, Rossy-boy? What's the call here? Who do we focus on? Who do we see as a threat in this Roulette thing? It would be hilarious if it was Stevo afterall... Or Peter Gilmour. That guy thinks that SOMEDAY he will have a shot at this thing. Peter Gilmour? I'll tell you what, I will put in my will that if I die while I am still the champion, then you get my World title, how's that? Haha, you're a fucking joke. The Xtreme Icon? How about the Xtreme case of wrestling federation herpes? You never really can get rid of it, can you? Listening to you babble on and on about yourself week in and week out about how you got ripped off and how you deserve every title in the federation, it really gets to be too much. Fucking Peter Gilmour. I'd love to take that waste of space down a notch. I'll show him an icon. I'll show that wanna-be extreme. You want extreme? I'll put your head down a sewer pipe, your head is a little smaller than Psyko Stevo's, so I think it could work. Ohhh, and we have Julian Fiasco talking shit. Who the hell is that? He's been here for how long? Does he know who you are? DOES HE KNOW WHO WE ARE? I'm guessing not. Ohhh, he's so upset that Stevo would ruin his title reign against me... You know why, though? It's because the guy has no fucking balls. The guy thinks he could have taken down Stevo, he's probably faced him in the ring before elsewhere... But me, the guy is afraid. The guy wishes I was out of the picture because I am in the way of his dream of being king shit. This guy needs a beat down. This guy needs to know what it is to face a real World Champion. It's just too bad that he won't know... He'll have no idea what it is to face a World Champion, none of these sad maggots will... Not this week. See, when I'm in the ring and I am not defending this World Title that I so rightfully earned... Then I am not the true World Champion that would be... I need that motivation, the thought that my title is on the line... To really get me into the match. This week? They think they are just going to be spoon fed a World Title Shot? They wanna play with odds? They think that they can just walk in and go after my gold? Oh these kids have something coming to them... And I'm not talking The Sex Symbols... Who apparently don't own a calendar... They are all getting so giddy about this week... What they don't realize is that as champion, I have the right to defend when I want to... and I have the right to decline a title defense when I want to... You have to know the right people, know their price. I just so happen to know their prices and am willing to pay pretty big with my new champion's bonus. So, I rub someone's back and all of the sudden our rising stars' dreams are crushed as they get lucky enough to be paired up against ALEX ROSS, THE WORLD CHAMPION IN A... What? Oh? A NON TITLE MATCH? Ohhh, they didn't see that coming. Oh no, they were too caught up in their dementia that they could some day be placed higher than 'The Perfect Ten'. I'm so fucking out of it. I'm so fucking lost. And I swear a lot when I don't feel well. I never noticed that about myself before. Alex Ross rolls over in the chair, his skin peeling off of the leather as it was stuck to it, and he closes his eyes. As Ross drifts off, maybe asleep, maybe passed out... The screen goes back. |
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