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Choices; Alex Brooks vs Rey Rosario
Topic Started: Mar 4 2011, 05:58 AM (120 Views)
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Alex Brooks was brought to Las Vegas to fulfil a dream, a dream he is now living. As a young boy growing up in the suburbs of Denver, Colorado he can find the Neon Messiah of the New Age to be rather awe-inspiring. Sometimes, at night, he has been known to sit on the balcony of his small off-strip apartment and just stare at the fluorescent glow that blanks the midnight canvas.

Tonight is one of those nights.

As Alex Brooks looks across the artificial landscape into the pit of excess towards that is probably the most gambling strip in the world. Actually, there is no probably about it. Las Vegas is most famous gambling strip in the world. It lacks the class of Monte Carlo, the kitsch appeal of Atlantic City, or the romantic vibe of the Asian gambling dens. But, still, it robs more tourists of their hard-earned holiday savings than anywhere.

Alex didn't know why this was.

Maybe it was the hypnotic glow of neon, the alluring gaze of the cheap whores or the intoxicating aroma of liquor. Whatever the reason they kept coming and Alex didn't know why. But that didn't stop them from coming. He figured they were here chasing their dreams, just like him.

What was his dream? Alex thought to himself. A little over two years ago he was watching the likes of OutKast & Psyko Stevo on their violent tour of duties for their respective companies, hoping he could fight them. Now, both of them had retired and he was sweating on the same canvas they once did.

Dreams change, places like Las Vegas do that to you. When a gambler comes to Vegas he comes hoping to make his fortune, by the time he leaves he is just hoping to keep the clothes on his back. When Alex made his way to Vegas he was just wanting to be a wrestler like his heroes. Now, he wanted to be the best. He wanted to be World Champion.

That's what he was thinking about tonight as he started across the senses-assaulting amber vista.

That, and Rey Rosario.

"Rey Rosario" the words floated off his lips into the chilled desert air only to be swallowed by the pit of desperation and euphoria that is the city of Las Vegas.

Alex, clad in his sVo-brand black hoodie and generic blue denim jeans, rises from his folding wooden seat and takes the two short steps to the balcony railing. He leans over the edge and looks down on the regulars that frequent the pavement underneath his abode on a nightly basis. The prostitutes, the pimps, the drug dealers, the drug users and the rest that have been left a hollow, eviscerated shell by the Devil's Outpost.

These are the people that chased their dreams and lost. These are the people Alex Brooks hopes not to become. He doesn't want to cling to the last vestiges of life as the cycle continously passes him by. He doesn't want to be standing on the street corner blaming the world for his shortcomings. He doesn't want his defeats to take him down this path because it was the easy way.

That's why he knows he must learn from the mistakes he made against Jay Wildman.

That's why he knows he can't make the same mistakes against Rey Rosario.

This Showdown, to Alex, is the fork in the road. One way is path to completing the dream, the beginning of the ascension, so to speak. The other way, that's the path of the street corner to oblivion. To waxing lyrical with a carnival of freaks, that would bleed you dry, but are all you have. To talking to what could of beens, but never weres. That wasn't a path Alex Brooks was willing to take.

It was a path he wasn't going to let Rey Rosario force him down.

Alex Brooks moves away from the balcony edge and takes the few step inside, closing the glass sliding door behind leaving the tongue of Satan's hive lashing on the desert breeze as he goes to sleep in preparation for his battle with Rey Rosario at Showdown.

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Alex Brooks is pacing back and forth in front on the black and silver sVo banner that many of the wrestlers use to conduct interviews. He pauses for a moment and looks straight ahead.

The future...

Brooks resumes pacing before stopping again and focusing the energy of his eyes straight ahead for a second time.

My future is something I think about all the time. I think about what it could be and the paths it could take. Living in Las Vegas does that to you, because you see the highs and the lows of life. The people who succeed and the people who fail. I want to be a success in wrestling, but sometimes I am wracked by the fear of failure.

Jerry tells me that's a normal occurence, especially for someone like me who is in the early stages of my career. A career that has already seen me have some mild success. But, still I've had failures too, like when I was dominated and destroyed by Nightmare at Season's Beatings, or when I came up short in my attempt to wrest the TapOut from Sara Pettis. And last week against Jay Wildman... or when I lost to DJ...


Alex lets the last hang as he looks at his feet before refocusing his attention.

I remember all my losses, much more clearly than any of the wins. I remember the how, the what and the why of every time I am caught staring at ceiling. I remember so I don't make the same mistakes twice.

I remember, because my failures are no one else's fault but my own. If I am caught by a taser, or distracted by outside interference. I should have been prepared. I should have been ready. But this is who I am. I was taught to take responsiblity for my actions and to learn from my mistakes and do onto others how I want done to myself. While, I understand the somewhat violent nature of our game. I still stand by this code.

It's also why I can forgive Rey Rosario when he blames me for his shortcomings against The Company.


Alex lets his head hang. When he looks up tears are welling in the corners of his eyes.

Rey, I'm sorry.

Brooks wipes his eyes.

Rey, I am honestly sorry. I know I failed when I tried to unite the sVo in a battle against The Company. In hindsight, I can see I wasn't ready to lead that battle. The brutality of Nightmare was something was never expecting. Just as I never expected Joey Q or The Teacher to leave the battle. I never thought Nathan Paradine would become so wrapped up in his ego that he would forsake the battle for personal glory.

I'm sorry for all these things, Rey. Because if -I- had been a better, smarter, stronger leader -I- would have been able to hold our team together. Maybe, I shouldn't have been the leader of the first wave of geniune resistance against The Company. But I took on the responsibility so I should have seen it through to the end. But I got hurt, and I didn't fulfil my obligations.

If I was a good leader, I wouldn't of allowed myself to be sidelined.

For my mistakes and and failings, Rey. I am truly sorry.

For letting you down, Rey. I am sorry.


Brooks wipes his face with his hand, removing any small tears that may or may not of been running down his face.

That being said, Rey. I can't be held responsible for your own lack of willingness to take up the fight. You could have stood tall against Anderson and his goons, but you didn't. You could have stood side by side with Jon Page and his new rebellion but you didn't. These are all things you could have done, but you chose not to.

And now, it's my fault you find yourself mired in despair? Rey, I don't want to sound rude, or appear mean, but it's not my fault. In fact, in time of brief alliance I can't remember a time when you actually spoke to me. I can remember you, me, The Teacher and Joey Q standing tall. But, from you, I barely even recall even a nod of recognition.

Yet somehow it's still my fault that our loosely assembled alliance fell apart. Truth be told, I'm not even sure why you have placed me on the pedestal and painted yourself as one of masses. You paint yourself a saviour of the people who have been let down by their hero. A hero, you claim to be me. I don't understand, Rey. Why?

Why do you do and say these things, Rey?

All I did was try and save this organisation, I tried to rally the troops to save this organisation. Yes, you heard that cry and yes, I am glad you did stand up to the Company. But, when I get hurt and when The Teacher and Joey Q fall off the edge of the earth, you blame me. When those things happened, that was -your- chance, Rey. That was your chance to rally the masses around you and lead the charge. But, you didn't want to do that did you? You didn't need to have faith in me, Rey. You needed to have faith in yourself.

No, Rey, you -need- to have faith in yourself. Faith in your ability to overcome the obstacles that are placed in front of you. You have talent, Rey. That much is obvious, if you didn't have talent you wouldn't have forced Samuel Amos to adopt the Grimfamos mask. You wouldn't have pushed Jay Wildman to his limits. You wouldn't have beaten Grimfamos in the steel cage last week.

But, despite all that talent you want to blame me for yours and everyone else's failures.

No, Rey. That's not right.

We all have choices. We have the choice to improve ourselves or spend the night in the bar. We have the choice to spend our last dollars chasing the big payday or to feed ourselves.

We all have those choices, Rey.

You chose to make me your hero, Rey.

You chose to give up the fight when I got hurt.

You chose those things.

Our lives are all about the choices we make, Rey. And we must live the with consequences of our decisions. You've told me that.

If your choice is to punish me and to beat me into a bloody pulp for a slight I never meant to commit, than so be it.

But, remember I've chosen to be a competitor, and I've chosen to be the best that I can be. I will step into the ring against you, Rey and I will remind you about the choices that both of us have made. I will compete with you. I will do everything to defeat you. Why, because I have made a choice to be the best I can be and I can not be that person if I allow you to beat me.

I will not allow you to beat me. You may pin me. You force me to submit. But...

You will not defeat me.

That is my choice.

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