I sold my soul.
No, not to rock n roll. To the horde. To the darkness that has slowly swept over the wrestling landscape in recent months like a biblical plague. It’s member base far-reaching as we have come to dominate all. And the thing is, I was never meant to be a part of it. In fact, I was against the idea.
Against the philosophy.
But the old adage rings true.
If you can’t beat em. Join em. And I saw what the Dogs were capable of. I saw them sweep over companies and take the championships and leave a scorched earth policy in their wake. And I realized in my heart and soul. That’s where I belong. Their attitude is what will help me. Because I have ignored my nature for too long. Softened by the love of family and respect of friends.
But the real Alex Jones is about to stand up.
The real Alex Jones is a dangerous beast.
The real Alex Jones is about to take Kevin Hunter's head and stick it up Mickey’s ass whole destroying Caleb storms…
Cry, fucking, havok
Scene One-Revenge for the past
Off Camera
Dallas Texas
10 Years Ago
It was a calm night in the inner city of Dallas Texas. A cool summer breeze keeping the temperature down to 100. A black car slowly rolls up with the lights off stopping outside a shotty looking house in the suburbs. The window slowly comes down and we see Alex Jones sitting in the passenger seat. Alex’s good friend Spike Kane sitting in the driver's side. Spike’s long hair sitting under a black woven cap. Alex’s eyes burned as he growled under his breath staring out at the front door.
Spike seemed solemn and quiet, a sadness in his eyes contrasting the anger in Alex’s. Spike turned and looked at his friend wanting to say something as Alex reached towards the door handle. Spike reached over and grabbed his arm. There was an awkward pause. Spike took a deep breath and as he opened his mouth his strong Irish accent came out in his low, deep voice and tones.
“Alex, ya think this through…”
“Are you with me or not?”
His response was short and sweet, a hard punch to the gut. He seemed disconnected and lost. A far cry from the Alex in later years we had seen with his friends and family, His phone went off, Alex looked down at it and sighed pressing the red button to send it to his voicemail. The name “Charlie” flashing on it. His younger sister. Frantically trying to get a hold of him. Spike looked down at it and shook his head.
“Maybe ya should pick it up mate…”
“Maybe, but she might talk me out of this….”
Alex pulls away from Spike and opens the door. Spike’s eyes widen and he slides out of the car sliding over the hood stepping in front of his friend.
“If you do this there’s no turning back brother. You know that. If we walk in there and take them out?. You’re crossing a line that very very few people can ever come back from.”
Alex stayed silent and then slowly shook his head going to walk past Spike. Spike though grabbed his arm again yanking him back. Alex throws his arm to the side and growled in anger.
“You know what they did Spike, you know what I lost. What my family lost….”
“And doing this won’t bring Dylan back!”
Alex moved forward, his right hand hitting Spike in the face sending his friend staggering back across the street, Spike wiped the blood from his lip and as Alex stepped forward Spike ducked tackling him into the side of the car. The two moved and wrestler around Spike headbutting Alex in the nod before Alex kicked Spike in the chest. As Alex tried to move past him again Spike grabbed him pulling him back against the car again slamming Alex down onto the hood with his forearm across his throat.
“Let. Me. Go”
“No!.... I get it, man, I do! the need for vengeance, the pain of losing someone. Dylan was your younger brother and he made his own choices!”
“They killed him!”
“He killed himself!”
Spike yelled and pushed off Alex stepping back as he sat up, Alex shook his head and sat on the front of the car. His breath labored as he tried to calm down.
“They’re right there man, I just. Dylan was so young. I can’t let it slide…”
“Dude, you just….think about it. Think about England, think about E-”
“Don’t…..”
His voice growled again as he slid down to his feet, his eyes moved over to the house again, his phone rang and lit up. Alex looked down at it and then up at Spike before giving him a slow and understanding nod.
“Hey, Charlie….yeah. Yeah, I know. I’ll come home sis…..”
Scene Two-A storm?. Nah
On Camera
New York, New York
Present Day
“It seems I ruffled a few feathers…”
Alex laughs to himself. His long hair tied back as he paces back and forth. He stopped and scoffed.
“A few months ago I joined the dogs of war, For Honor, they thought it didn’t mean much. See we don’t have any other names from the Dogs here, but a lot believe that the name means gang warfare. That I need the rest of my stablemates. But the idea of the DOW isn’t that of numbers over talent, it’s an ideal of attitude and mindset. See for the last two years I have walked out to that ring with a happy smile on my face. I have kissed the fans asses, I have been the happy family man and for the most part, I have been successful….”
“Two time Honor wrestling champion, former WWH champion, WWH wildcard champion, I walked through NGW right up until it’s closure. I was the man here and there and WWH.”
“I was the best in the world and instead of shoving that down everyone's throats I smiled, I showed respect and I talked about making wrestling better. I talked about standing up for what you believe in. I talked about making Honor a place where everyone could be successful and where it should be brought up to a certain standard. I wanted Honor to be looked at as one of the best companies here….”
“But then I realized. That was never going to happen.”
He pauses for a moment and laughs again, his hands sliding into the front pockets of his jeans.
“Not with someone like Mickey as the champion. Nah, see in the beginning as I lost myself. As I smiled and showed him the respect I was weak. I was weak enough that he was able to beat me not once but twice. But I want to ask Honor’s fans about something. You look at all the companies people actually care about. You look at the ones growing and changing and being relevant and you see visible champions who promote themselves and the company outside the confines of their safe space. You don’t have that with Mickey,”
“What you do have is an ignorant Irish moron, a guy who you can barely understand what he says and I can understand why he does it with his accent. It’s cause it makes him way more interesting than he actually is. You’re talking about a guy who sat there and talked about modern-day relevance and said I was here “a century ago” and beat Kevin Hunter. You ask anyone in the wrestling world about me, and you’ll get people who know my name and who I am, they might now all be positive...but even now as I am not the champion and you are….I’m still more known than you…”
“You ask the same people about you as they do me and the name Mickey Carroll is met with laughter...or even worse...a blank fucking stare…”
“My name is met with respect or hatred, yours?. Comedy or..indifference…and it’s time for the king to take back his throne but before then I have to face the guy Mickey just beat in Caleb Storms…”
He chuckles and throws his hands in the air with amusement.
“Ok, so first off. Caleb already got embarrassed by me and then Mickey in a match. And the winner between us takes on Mickey at zero hours 2 right?. But is the Honor championship in the main event?. No. You know what is in the main event?. Nox and Shinjiro for the Legacy title. Really?. The most important title being overlooked in the main event for the toy belt you’d find in a pack of lucky charms? Defended by a guy who got lucky against me. And yeah Nox, we’re cool but I want to be honest about this, you caught me on an off day and if we faced again I’d fucking bury you faster than MGK buried Eminem….”
“But I can save it all. I can save the Honor championship, I can right the course of the pirate ship and all I have to do to get that chance is beat a guy I already bitch slapped…”
“Oh, Caleb. You are in the wrong place at the wrong time brother. See not only are you facing the most prolific champion in Honor’s history but a bonafide legend in this business. See Caleb, I was trying to show humility when I faced you last and when I have really faced anyone. But you know what humility gets you?. Nothing…”
“It gets you disrespect, it gets you pushed aside. It gets you people like Kevin Hunter coming back into the company AFTER you already sent him packing once AFTER you already beat his ass and AFTER you lost a title. You think it’s a coincidence that little bitch slimed his way back into the company after I lost?. And now here you are being put in front of me to try and stop me from getting my hands on Mickey and getting my championship back. The only problem with that Caleb….you is not good enough to beat someone like me. I’m done playing nice, I’m done smiling and kissing babies and being a hero for snot-nosed little punks, I’m done giving respect to douchebags like Nox, Mickey and everyone else in this fucking company,....”
“I am Honor wrestling. I am the rightful champion and I will make you all...Cry...Havok…”