Post by Jakob Alexander on Jul 17, 2013 22:52:53 GMT -5
I'm posting these here mostly because Allie wanted to read some of my best work and idk what else to do with them. So, here ya go.
I will be posting a second rp on a second post.
[align=center]The scariest part of finally getting what you want, is that you now have got something to lose.
So, I didn't beat Newton. I'm not going to spend hours upon hours making excuses for it. I lost after a hard fought match with MG Newton. Every week, I let the person I'm facing know that I won't go quietly and I didn't. I gave it one hundred and twenty percent against Newton. I guess I'm just not at that level yet. It's too bad, really. The momentum and confidence I would have gotten from that win would have been tremendous. Alas, it was not to be and I have to deal with it. Now, I have to focus on not getting submitted. I get to win my belt back by making somebody tap like a bitch. Sounds like fun.
In my daze, I heard the bell ring and Newton announced as the winner. Slowly, I rolled out of the ring and slumped to the floor, holding my head. Gazing up, I seen Newton celebrating and all I could do was grimace. Why? Well, I was in pain for one. Two, I didn't do what I said I was going to do. I got bested after saying all those things. It's a tough thing to swallow and deal with, believe me. Struggling to my feet, I lumbered up the ramp and when I got to the stage, I turned. Newton had just gotten out of the ring and began walking up the ramp. I gave him a nod of respect and made my way to the back. My back hurt, as did my neck. As I made my way to the medical office, I limped. That match took more out of me than I thought it did. As I staggered into the office, I slumped down into a seat and relaxed, to the best of my ability anyway. If I thought my life today was hard, my teenage years were horrible. Maybe that would explain why I have a hard time settling down with women.
|Flashback to May 13th, 2000.|
I was simply lounging on my couch, napping, when somebody knocked on my door. Standing up, I rounded the corner to find the girl I was in love with, Ashley Williams, standing on my porch. Looking at her through the glass like a schmuck, I realized that I needed to open the door. Doing so and opening the screen door, we greeted one another. I had a lingering feeling in my head that I had forgotten something but Ashley was quick to remind me.
.:Ashley Williams:.
Where have you been?
I must have forgotten that we were pretty good friends too. I wanted to answer, but I couldn't.
.:Ashley Williams:.
My father died.
I continued to stare at my feet.
.:Ashley Williams:.
There was a funeral. They shot off rifles and they made speeches.
She was starting to get teary eyed and honestly, so was I. I had been with her father when he died and he made me promise something to him.
.:Ashley Williams:.
Even my teacher showed up, half the class showed up. Everyone was there, but you.
A single tear began to run down her face as I looked up into her eyes. I took my hand and wiped it away, still not knowing what to say. She didn't know the truth. Her father and I were taking a walk and we got attacked. Already being a fighter, I defended him as best I could and I got a little carried about, ending up seriously injuring the men. In the scuffle, He ended up getting stabbed and I didn't notice until the men had stumbled off. I opened my mouth to say something but it wouldn't come out.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I can't do this.
I said very quietly.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I can't do this.
Now, a tear ran down my cheek.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I'm sorry, okay.
.:Ashley Williams:.
What are you saying?
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I can't see you anymore, I can't.
The look on her face was damn near unbearable. I hated this part but I made a promise to her father. He told me that he felt that I was so dangerous, that I had to promise to stay away from her for her own safety. Ashley was trying her best not to break down and cry, I could tell. She looked as if she was going to say something, but chose to walk away instead, putting her umbrella up. I could do nothing but watch as my first love walked away from me, right in front of my very eyes. I was frozen, I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do, say, or even think. All of a sudden, she stopped and looked back at me, still teary eyed.
.:Ashley Williams:.
He made you promise, didn't he? To stay away from me, so I'd be safe.
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell her that she was exactly right, that would destroy her. I just bit my tongue and looked at my feet. It took everything I had to do that, it really did. I wanted, so bad, to just walk over to her and take her in my arms but I made a promise. I don't make promises that I can't keep. She just turned and walked away. Slowly, I turned and walked back in my house. Shutting the door, I slumped against the wall with my head down, not noticing my mother standing at the end of the hallway. I've got my back to her with my head against the door.
.:Leah Alexander:.
What a pretty girl.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Yea, her father said the same thing.
Of course, my mom didn't know her father just died nor did she know how much I was hurting on the inside.
.:Leah Alexander:.
Did you ask her out?
I couldn't answer that one so I simply shook my head "No" and banged my head against the glass.
.:Leah Alexander:.
Why?
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Can't.
.:Leah Alexander:.
Why?
Why did we have to have this conversation now.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I'm just no good for her.
I turned to face her after that one because I heard her walk up to me.
.:Leah Alexander:.
Jakob Alexander, if there is one thing you are, it's good. Anyone who has a problem with that can talk to me.
She smiled at me and walked back into the kitchen. It was that moment that I knew that I was never going to be enough for somebody. That I was never going to be exactly what she had dreamed of.
|Present Day, Medical office.|
I'm sitting on the edge of the doctor's table with an ice pack on my neck. A medic walks in, carrying a notebook.
.:Medic:.
Well, lucky for you, nothing is seriously wrong with you. You're going to be sore for the next few days but no real injury had occurred. Take it easy.
Letting out a long sigh, I got off the table and rubbed my neck. Stepping out of the office, I notice River Luciano messing with her phone over by the vending machines. Slowly making my way over there, I sit down next to her and let out a sigh. She looks over at me.
.:River Luciano:.
Where does it hurt?
I wasn't sure where to point. I mean, my whole back hurt, my head, my left leg ached a bit. I just, sort of, motioned at my back by making a circle with my hands.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Kinda my whole back.
I give River a very feeble looking smile as I rub my, now shaven, head.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
This week sucked, through and through. Not only did I lose when I had built myself up and all that, but I'm sore as all hell. Added onto that is the fact that I have some strange thoughts run through my head earlier and I didn't like it very much.
River looks at me with a confused look on her face.
.:River Luciano:.
What about?
It was natural that I was reluctant to tell her, due to current girlfriends never liking to hear of an ex. I suppose it's for the best, however. Keeping secrets in a relationship isn't healthy.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Well, there was this girl named Ashley Williams. I had gotten to be pretty good friends with her father and one night, we were out walking around, talking and what not. We got attacked, I fought them off to the best of my ability but I failed to protect him. In the scuffle, he had gotten stabbed in the stomach. The two guys ran off as I kneeled down, yelling for help as I did it. He told me I would want to get out of here, because I'd get in trouble for how violent I was towards the men but I refused. I wasn't going to leave his side, no chance. He had one last request.
I stopped for a second because it was really hard to recollect on this memory. I groaned and ran a hand down my face. River had leaned on my shoulder and wrapped her hands around me. It made me feel a little better, to be honest.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
His last request, was for me to stay away from her, for her safety. he said I was too dangerous to have around his daughter. He made me promise him that and I respected the man...so I did. It was probably one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Just thinking about that is hard for me, to be honest. I don't like bringing it up and you're the only other person that knows.
I clench my fist as a tear runs down my face. River wipes it away. I can only imagine how hard it must be to sit here and listen to me talk about an ex of mine. Sure, it was many years ago but this is my first true love I'm talking about here, not just any other girl. I look over at her and smile, very weakly.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I think that because of that night, I've never had any sort of luck finding a long term girlfriend. I think that I was too afraid of that happening again. I respected that man, I looked up to him even. I think that when He died, a little bit of me died with him. I was unable to protect him and because of that, he's dead.
All in all, I feel responsible for it. I feel like it was my job that night to protect Ashley's dad and I didn't do it.
.:River Luciano:.
Look. I know that you must feel responsible for that happening but don't. You shouldn't do that to yourself, it wasn't your fault. You did all you could've done to protect him, you're no super hero.
Unintentionally, I kinda snapped at her.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
That's the thing, there is always something more you can do, especially to save someone's life. It's MY fault that he is dead and because of that, I have been a emotional wreck when it comes to relationships. I haven't been the same since that night and it takes everything in me to not think about it every night. I lost a role model and the only best friend I've ever had that night. Don't tell me that I couldn't do anything else.
Standing up, I stormed off down the hallway, completely ignoring any and all pain I had. Nobody knows what I went through as a teenager and it's for that exact reason why River is the only one who knows about it. If that happened to anybody else, it would have tore them apart. NOBODY could have been as strong as I needed to be that night and to this day, it still lingers in my head, I still dream about it. Reaching my room, lean my head against the door and hit it a few times. I hear River approaching quietly, so I turn my head away from her.
.:River Luciano:.
You know, you didn't have to snap at me like that.
I restrained myself this time.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I know and I'm sorry, I really am. Don't try and tell me that there isn't anything else I could have done, when you know that there was. I wish I could've been a better fighter that night. I wish I could have done something more to help him but I didn't. I didn't know what to do and I froze. I was only 17 years old, I didn't know what to do. The sight of him bleeding with a stab wound was jsut too much for me to handle at the time and added on to that was the fact that he asked me to stay away from the first girl I was ever in love with.
I stopped, because I knew that she hated to hear about this. But, I needed to get this out.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I was burdened with those two events in a span of about three minutes and if it was anybody else, it would have destroyed them. He made me promise to be strong and to do what was right, so I did. To this day, I wish that I had broken that promise. I know that you don't like hearing about my one of my ex girlfriends but I need to get this out. I need to finally tell somebody. Despite the fact that it's not making me feel any better about it, maybe we could get through it together. I thought that maybe if you knew, you could help me get through it because honestly, I haven't been able to do it yet. That ruined me.
.:River Luciano:.
You're right, I don't like hearing about it but I also know that you needed to get this out sooner or later and I'd rather it be me than someone else.
See, I knew it.
.:River Luciano:.
I know that I wasn't your first love but I'm here now and I'm trying to be your last. I may not understand everything but you can help me understand and I can help you get through whatever it is that you need me to, even this. I wish that I could do everything and help you in every single thing but I can't and I'm sorry. I can, however, be here for you. I don't know how you feel, honestly, but I am here for you. That's all I've got right now.
I wanted to say something but for some reason, I couldn't. I just took her hand in mine and smiled at her, pulling her close. We just sat there, embraced in a long hug. Trust me, it wasn't going to make me feel any better, but it's a start. I may have emotional problems but with River's help and presence, I find salvation.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Let's go back to the hotel room. This place is getting depressing.
Looking at her, I actually produced a legit smile for the first time that night. I stood up, with her hand still in mine, and we walked out of the arena.
|An Hour Later, outside the hotel in Melbourne, Australia.|
River had already gone up to the room but I stayed outside, to enjoy the fresh air. It's pretty cold in Melbourne, such the reason why I was bundled up. Wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a white hoody, I was just wandering down the block of my hotel. I'm still not in the best of moods because of earlier and it's still lingering in my mind. I mean, Mr. Williams was like a father to me. Hell, he might as well have been my father. He was my father figure for years after my father died. Ashley and I were best friends for years upon years and over time, I had fallen in love with her. Even at seventeen, I knew that it was love. We were always there for each other, no matter what. They accepted me into their family like one of their own. Hell, we were family. You don't have to be related by blood to be family. I had fallen in love with her and despite us being around each other all the time, I couldn't muster up the courage to up and tell her. I wanted to, so bad, but I couldn't. Call it a weakness of mine back then. That was before I had any experience with women at all. I was afraid to tell her out of fear of denial. Turns out, I never got the chance to. That's what her father and I were out talking about that night. I wanted to tell him that I was in love with his daughter, because I felt like I needed his blessing or something like that. I really don't know why I decided to tell him, even to this day. But, that was the night. I was going to tell her when we got back from that walk but I never did. Her father didn't make it back, and I had promised him I'd stay away from her. I didn't know what to do anymore, from that day on. All these years of thinking that I'm never going to be good enough for anybody have definitely taken it's toll on me, that's for sure. I lean up against the stop sign at the end of the road and pull out my phone. I notice that I have a voicemail. intrigued, I call it, finding out that it's from my mom, Leah.
.:Leah Alexander:.
Jakob, I know things have been difficult lately and I'm sorry about that. I think I know what you're feeling. Ever since you were a little boy, you've been living with so many unresolved things. Well, take it from your old mom, those things send us down a road, they make us who we are and if anyone is destined for greatness, it's you son. You owe the world your gifts, you just have to figure out how to use them and know that wherever they take you, we'll always be here. So, come on home Jakob. You're my hero and I love you.
That was the spark. That is what I needed to finally set me off. I punched the stop sign and sank to my knees, pounding the dirt with my fists.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Dammit.
I slam my fist into the ground as a tear runs down my face.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
If only I were stronger, right then, when I needed it the most. WHY!
Shouting out, I slammed my fist into the ground once more as rain began to fall.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Why couldn't I be stronger!
I get myself to a kneel.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Why couldn't I save his life...Why couldn't I be what he needed me to be when he needed it the most. It's my fault that he's dead and I have no way to make it up to him now, nothing to do.
I lower my head for a second and close my eyes.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I lost the best father I ever had and it's all my fault.
I open my eyes, suddenly coming to realize something.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I'm gonna do it for him. It's not for the fans, not for my family and not even for me. I'm going to finally stop Brian Gun and it will all be for Mr. Williams. He deserves for me to at least try and do something to make it up to him, if anything else. It's the right thing to do, to me anyway. I owe that to him, at least. He told me to be strong that night and do what is right, and I listened. Now, I'm going to take those words to heart, to be strong and do what is right. All the history and integrity of the Evolution division is in jeopardy because one asshole thinks he can do what he wants. He thinks that he can go about, dictating things and doing what he wants because he carries twelve pounds of gold. He thinks he can treat the fans who make THW possible like shit and threaten to kill the division that has been in THW from day one and I just can't let that happen. I have to play the role of spoiler and I'm completely fine with that. To be honest, Brian Gun just has to lose, be it to me or the other two. He has to lose on Tuesday night. It's within my best interest and the company's to get that belt off of him and save this division. Mr. Williams would have wanted it that way and he would have told me that it's what is right. I couldn't be the hero that night so, at International Incident, I'm going to assume the role of the hero. Does it sound extremely cheesy? Yes, it does. Do I care? No.
I flip my hood over my head and start walking towards my hotel.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
If Mr. Williams were here right now, He'd say "I need you right now" just like the THW Universe does. They need me. Brian Gun is trying to wipe out a big chunk of THW history because he's deemed it unworthy. Last time I checked, he didn't have the power to do that but management doesn't see fit to put a stop to it so I guess I'll have to. First off, River chose a great match stipulation. Sure, it's typical of Brian Gun to say that it's one of his specialties only because he's afraid to admit that he is just as outgunned as Keegan is. He's fight River, who chose the damn match type in the first place and me, a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu black belt. He knows that there is a really good chance that he could leave this match without that championship, or worse, injured. I have full intention of injuring Brian Gun. I know that faces don't generally say things like that but I'm not your typical "blueprint" face. I love the fans, don't get me wrong. I just know that certain have to be done to certain people. They'll understand where I'm coming from. If not, I can't do anything for them. I have to do this. I have to get rid of Brian Gun. He's not the only one in this match, mind you.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
There's also Keegan Ryan, who's going to be like a fish out of water during that match. It's going to be comical, watching him try and pull off a submission when he's never done it before in his life. Now, I don't know for sure but he doesn't seem very submission savvy. His submission repertoire probably includes head locks. River? Who knows. I know that her family were a bunch of slick mother fucking submission artists that know more than their fair share of holds. Gun? Probably very few. Me? Well, let's just say Brazilian Jiu Jitsu was made for submissions. I wouldn't be able to count them all, even with two hands. It's safe to say that I'll be taking home somebody's arm that night, more or less. When it comes to Keegan Ryan, it's a no brainer. Nobody expects you to win and you won't disappoint. Hell, to be able to disappoint people, you have to have people that think you'll win. So, no worries Keegan. No pressure at all. You're just in a match in which you haven't a single clue what you're doing. It's like us humans trying to fly without planes, it's impossible. Just like that idea Keegan, it's impossible for you to win. Hell, even more so because it's a submission match but you still wouldn't be able to win. You just don't have what it takes to compete with those higher than the likes of Willow Swaine or Wolfgang Bishop. You just don't, it's that simple. I know that "you should never count me out" and you "retired Lance Harris". As fine of an accomplishment as that is, it doesn't matter anymore. Unlike you, Lance had talent when he was in his prime, you do not. Lance has a god damn award named after him. What do you have, Keegan? Let me know when you figure that out.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
On to Brian Gun, our "champion". It's gotten to the point where I don't even respect you as a competitor anymore. You lost that respect after the multiple cheap shots after the match ended. Seriously, this company is named "True HONOR Wrestling" yet, you seem to seem the be one of two people who don't uphold the honor part. The other person being Jesse Lewis but he's not the topic of this conversation, you are. Believe me, as much as you like to hear your name being spoken, it's not going to be as enjoyable as you think it will be. See, you define everything that I can't stand. You are a pompous, arrogant, stereotypical asshole who thinks he runs shit because he has a shiny belt. You think that because you have said shiny belt, that you are a champion and I couldn't even begin to tell you how wrong you are. Champions hold the words respect and honor at high value to them and you don't know the definition of either. Me? I know both. I'm respectable. I wish both you and Keegan good luck in this match. Why? Need I explain? I'm honorable too. See, I take pride in what I do. I don't treat those who make it possible like shit and I'm professional in everything involved. You? Well, let's just say honor is something you've never had in your life. If had honor and respect for THW, you wouldn't be trying to eradicate the Evolution division and all it's history. It's not just the Evolution division, Brian. It's the No Rulez division and it goes way back to when THW first opened it's doors, before you and I were even here. The difference between you and I? I'm proud of where I started. You? You'll degrade it like it's the ground you walk on. I haven't the slightest clue why either. You slander your roots and act like you didn't need them. Because you think you're better than those who helped you in the beginning? You thought you were better than your damn parents for god's sake. They are the reason Brian Gun exists, not you. You give fucking respect to those who made your career possible and you respect those who have a huge part in THW's history. I swear, I haven't hated anybody before in my life but you sir, you take that honor. I will burn everything you believe in and I will put an end to your little charade, mark my fucking words. You are the first person that has ever gotten me to this point. I've seen the world through your eyes, and it makes sick. I question every one of your answers, they're fucking lies! I'd rather be unemployed rather than watch you kill this division and everything the wrestlers in it have ever worked for. You want to kill this fucking division? You've gotta get through me. Ask Keegan, that's easier said than done.
Last and certainly not least, my girlfriend, River Luciano. The whole reason I get to enjoy inflicting continuous pain on Brian Gun. Thank you, River, for choosing this match type. I love submission matches and I love when people think they can best me in one. The last person to try to do that was a Hart family trainee and he tapped out like a bitch. His name was Minimimax and I defended that very same belt that Brian Gun holds right now. For you, it's about proving you're the next big thing. For me? I'm trying to save this division and I don't mean to be rude, but you're way out of your fucking league. This is wrestler to wrestler, River, and despite what you may think, you are outclassed in every aspect. They all say it, they all try and tell me how wrong I am but at the end of the match, they have nothing else to say. They are left speechless after I prove to them that I'm not just all bark. I'm going into your domain? You're walking down that ramp to get in my territory. That is my ring and I will not let the rookie with two matches under her belt in THW come in and make a fool out of me. That will not happen. You can bark and bark all you want but it will make no difference. Barking is one thing, biting is another.
Don't take this for complacency. Just because I'm dating one of my opponent, does not mean that I'm going to go easy on her. I have too much pride in my craft to let up my assault because of a relationship. There is too much riding on this match to let that cloud my judgement, way to much. Brian, you fight for a lost cause. Keegan? You fight for unknown reasons. River, you fight to be the best. Out of those three, I respect you the most. Hell, you're the only one I respect at all. I fight for something much larger than being the best, or getting rid of a division. I owe a man a debt and I intend to pay. Mr. Williams told me to be strong and do what's right. I have every intention of doing that. This match is for him. I couldn't protect him that night but you can be damn sure that I will protect this division at International Incident. Last year, Noah Van Dyke and I brought prestige back to the tag titles. This year? I'm going to show Brian Gun who the best in the world is. Brian, Keegan, River, I'll see you soon.
This is my chance to wipe out the red in my ledger. I'm gonna be the hero, one way or another.
END
So, I didn't beat Newton. I'm not going to spend hours upon hours making excuses for it. I lost after a hard fought match with MG Newton. Every week, I let the person I'm facing know that I won't go quietly and I didn't. I gave it one hundred and twenty percent against Newton. I guess I'm just not at that level yet. It's too bad, really. The momentum and confidence I would have gotten from that win would have been tremendous. Alas, it was not to be and I have to deal with it. Now, I have to focus on not getting submitted. I get to win my belt back by making somebody tap like a bitch. Sounds like fun.
In my daze, I heard the bell ring and Newton announced as the winner. Slowly, I rolled out of the ring and slumped to the floor, holding my head. Gazing up, I seen Newton celebrating and all I could do was grimace. Why? Well, I was in pain for one. Two, I didn't do what I said I was going to do. I got bested after saying all those things. It's a tough thing to swallow and deal with, believe me. Struggling to my feet, I lumbered up the ramp and when I got to the stage, I turned. Newton had just gotten out of the ring and began walking up the ramp. I gave him a nod of respect and made my way to the back. My back hurt, as did my neck. As I made my way to the medical office, I limped. That match took more out of me than I thought it did. As I staggered into the office, I slumped down into a seat and relaxed, to the best of my ability anyway. If I thought my life today was hard, my teenage years were horrible. Maybe that would explain why I have a hard time settling down with women.
|Flashback to May 13th, 2000.|
I was simply lounging on my couch, napping, when somebody knocked on my door. Standing up, I rounded the corner to find the girl I was in love with, Ashley Williams, standing on my porch. Looking at her through the glass like a schmuck, I realized that I needed to open the door. Doing so and opening the screen door, we greeted one another. I had a lingering feeling in my head that I had forgotten something but Ashley was quick to remind me.
.:Ashley Williams:.
Where have you been?
I must have forgotten that we were pretty good friends too. I wanted to answer, but I couldn't.
.:Ashley Williams:.
My father died.
I continued to stare at my feet.
.:Ashley Williams:.
There was a funeral. They shot off rifles and they made speeches.
She was starting to get teary eyed and honestly, so was I. I had been with her father when he died and he made me promise something to him.
.:Ashley Williams:.
Even my teacher showed up, half the class showed up. Everyone was there, but you.
A single tear began to run down her face as I looked up into her eyes. I took my hand and wiped it away, still not knowing what to say. She didn't know the truth. Her father and I were taking a walk and we got attacked. Already being a fighter, I defended him as best I could and I got a little carried about, ending up seriously injuring the men. In the scuffle, He ended up getting stabbed and I didn't notice until the men had stumbled off. I opened my mouth to say something but it wouldn't come out.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I can't do this.
I said very quietly.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I can't do this.
Now, a tear ran down my cheek.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I'm sorry, okay.
.:Ashley Williams:.
What are you saying?
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I can't see you anymore, I can't.
The look on her face was damn near unbearable. I hated this part but I made a promise to her father. He told me that he felt that I was so dangerous, that I had to promise to stay away from her for her own safety. Ashley was trying her best not to break down and cry, I could tell. She looked as if she was going to say something, but chose to walk away instead, putting her umbrella up. I could do nothing but watch as my first love walked away from me, right in front of my very eyes. I was frozen, I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do, say, or even think. All of a sudden, she stopped and looked back at me, still teary eyed.
.:Ashley Williams:.
He made you promise, didn't he? To stay away from me, so I'd be safe.
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell her that she was exactly right, that would destroy her. I just bit my tongue and looked at my feet. It took everything I had to do that, it really did. I wanted, so bad, to just walk over to her and take her in my arms but I made a promise. I don't make promises that I can't keep. She just turned and walked away. Slowly, I turned and walked back in my house. Shutting the door, I slumped against the wall with my head down, not noticing my mother standing at the end of the hallway. I've got my back to her with my head against the door.
.:Leah Alexander:.
What a pretty girl.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Yea, her father said the same thing.
Of course, my mom didn't know her father just died nor did she know how much I was hurting on the inside.
.:Leah Alexander:.
Did you ask her out?
I couldn't answer that one so I simply shook my head "No" and banged my head against the glass.
.:Leah Alexander:.
Why?
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Can't.
.:Leah Alexander:.
Why?
Why did we have to have this conversation now.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I'm just no good for her.
I turned to face her after that one because I heard her walk up to me.
.:Leah Alexander:.
Jakob Alexander, if there is one thing you are, it's good. Anyone who has a problem with that can talk to me.
She smiled at me and walked back into the kitchen. It was that moment that I knew that I was never going to be enough for somebody. That I was never going to be exactly what she had dreamed of.
|Present Day, Medical office.|
I'm sitting on the edge of the doctor's table with an ice pack on my neck. A medic walks in, carrying a notebook.
.:Medic:.
Well, lucky for you, nothing is seriously wrong with you. You're going to be sore for the next few days but no real injury had occurred. Take it easy.
Letting out a long sigh, I got off the table and rubbed my neck. Stepping out of the office, I notice River Luciano messing with her phone over by the vending machines. Slowly making my way over there, I sit down next to her and let out a sigh. She looks over at me.
.:River Luciano:.
Where does it hurt?
I wasn't sure where to point. I mean, my whole back hurt, my head, my left leg ached a bit. I just, sort of, motioned at my back by making a circle with my hands.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Kinda my whole back.
I give River a very feeble looking smile as I rub my, now shaven, head.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
This week sucked, through and through. Not only did I lose when I had built myself up and all that, but I'm sore as all hell. Added onto that is the fact that I have some strange thoughts run through my head earlier and I didn't like it very much.
River looks at me with a confused look on her face.
.:River Luciano:.
What about?
It was natural that I was reluctant to tell her, due to current girlfriends never liking to hear of an ex. I suppose it's for the best, however. Keeping secrets in a relationship isn't healthy.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Well, there was this girl named Ashley Williams. I had gotten to be pretty good friends with her father and one night, we were out walking around, talking and what not. We got attacked, I fought them off to the best of my ability but I failed to protect him. In the scuffle, he had gotten stabbed in the stomach. The two guys ran off as I kneeled down, yelling for help as I did it. He told me I would want to get out of here, because I'd get in trouble for how violent I was towards the men but I refused. I wasn't going to leave his side, no chance. He had one last request.
I stopped for a second because it was really hard to recollect on this memory. I groaned and ran a hand down my face. River had leaned on my shoulder and wrapped her hands around me. It made me feel a little better, to be honest.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
His last request, was for me to stay away from her, for her safety. he said I was too dangerous to have around his daughter. He made me promise him that and I respected the man...so I did. It was probably one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Just thinking about that is hard for me, to be honest. I don't like bringing it up and you're the only other person that knows.
I clench my fist as a tear runs down my face. River wipes it away. I can only imagine how hard it must be to sit here and listen to me talk about an ex of mine. Sure, it was many years ago but this is my first true love I'm talking about here, not just any other girl. I look over at her and smile, very weakly.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I think that because of that night, I've never had any sort of luck finding a long term girlfriend. I think that I was too afraid of that happening again. I respected that man, I looked up to him even. I think that when He died, a little bit of me died with him. I was unable to protect him and because of that, he's dead.
All in all, I feel responsible for it. I feel like it was my job that night to protect Ashley's dad and I didn't do it.
.:River Luciano:.
Look. I know that you must feel responsible for that happening but don't. You shouldn't do that to yourself, it wasn't your fault. You did all you could've done to protect him, you're no super hero.
Unintentionally, I kinda snapped at her.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
That's the thing, there is always something more you can do, especially to save someone's life. It's MY fault that he is dead and because of that, I have been a emotional wreck when it comes to relationships. I haven't been the same since that night and it takes everything in me to not think about it every night. I lost a role model and the only best friend I've ever had that night. Don't tell me that I couldn't do anything else.
Standing up, I stormed off down the hallway, completely ignoring any and all pain I had. Nobody knows what I went through as a teenager and it's for that exact reason why River is the only one who knows about it. If that happened to anybody else, it would have tore them apart. NOBODY could have been as strong as I needed to be that night and to this day, it still lingers in my head, I still dream about it. Reaching my room, lean my head against the door and hit it a few times. I hear River approaching quietly, so I turn my head away from her.
.:River Luciano:.
You know, you didn't have to snap at me like that.
I restrained myself this time.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I know and I'm sorry, I really am. Don't try and tell me that there isn't anything else I could have done, when you know that there was. I wish I could've been a better fighter that night. I wish I could have done something more to help him but I didn't. I didn't know what to do and I froze. I was only 17 years old, I didn't know what to do. The sight of him bleeding with a stab wound was jsut too much for me to handle at the time and added on to that was the fact that he asked me to stay away from the first girl I was ever in love with.
I stopped, because I knew that she hated to hear about this. But, I needed to get this out.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I was burdened with those two events in a span of about three minutes and if it was anybody else, it would have destroyed them. He made me promise to be strong and to do what was right, so I did. To this day, I wish that I had broken that promise. I know that you don't like hearing about my one of my ex girlfriends but I need to get this out. I need to finally tell somebody. Despite the fact that it's not making me feel any better about it, maybe we could get through it together. I thought that maybe if you knew, you could help me get through it because honestly, I haven't been able to do it yet. That ruined me.
.:River Luciano:.
You're right, I don't like hearing about it but I also know that you needed to get this out sooner or later and I'd rather it be me than someone else.
See, I knew it.
.:River Luciano:.
I know that I wasn't your first love but I'm here now and I'm trying to be your last. I may not understand everything but you can help me understand and I can help you get through whatever it is that you need me to, even this. I wish that I could do everything and help you in every single thing but I can't and I'm sorry. I can, however, be here for you. I don't know how you feel, honestly, but I am here for you. That's all I've got right now.
I wanted to say something but for some reason, I couldn't. I just took her hand in mine and smiled at her, pulling her close. We just sat there, embraced in a long hug. Trust me, it wasn't going to make me feel any better, but it's a start. I may have emotional problems but with River's help and presence, I find salvation.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Let's go back to the hotel room. This place is getting depressing.
Looking at her, I actually produced a legit smile for the first time that night. I stood up, with her hand still in mine, and we walked out of the arena.
|An Hour Later, outside the hotel in Melbourne, Australia.|
River had already gone up to the room but I stayed outside, to enjoy the fresh air. It's pretty cold in Melbourne, such the reason why I was bundled up. Wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a white hoody, I was just wandering down the block of my hotel. I'm still not in the best of moods because of earlier and it's still lingering in my mind. I mean, Mr. Williams was like a father to me. Hell, he might as well have been my father. He was my father figure for years after my father died. Ashley and I were best friends for years upon years and over time, I had fallen in love with her. Even at seventeen, I knew that it was love. We were always there for each other, no matter what. They accepted me into their family like one of their own. Hell, we were family. You don't have to be related by blood to be family. I had fallen in love with her and despite us being around each other all the time, I couldn't muster up the courage to up and tell her. I wanted to, so bad, but I couldn't. Call it a weakness of mine back then. That was before I had any experience with women at all. I was afraid to tell her out of fear of denial. Turns out, I never got the chance to. That's what her father and I were out talking about that night. I wanted to tell him that I was in love with his daughter, because I felt like I needed his blessing or something like that. I really don't know why I decided to tell him, even to this day. But, that was the night. I was going to tell her when we got back from that walk but I never did. Her father didn't make it back, and I had promised him I'd stay away from her. I didn't know what to do anymore, from that day on. All these years of thinking that I'm never going to be good enough for anybody have definitely taken it's toll on me, that's for sure. I lean up against the stop sign at the end of the road and pull out my phone. I notice that I have a voicemail. intrigued, I call it, finding out that it's from my mom, Leah.
.:Leah Alexander:.
Jakob, I know things have been difficult lately and I'm sorry about that. I think I know what you're feeling. Ever since you were a little boy, you've been living with so many unresolved things. Well, take it from your old mom, those things send us down a road, they make us who we are and if anyone is destined for greatness, it's you son. You owe the world your gifts, you just have to figure out how to use them and know that wherever they take you, we'll always be here. So, come on home Jakob. You're my hero and I love you.
That was the spark. That is what I needed to finally set me off. I punched the stop sign and sank to my knees, pounding the dirt with my fists.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Dammit.
I slam my fist into the ground as a tear runs down my face.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
If only I were stronger, right then, when I needed it the most. WHY!
Shouting out, I slammed my fist into the ground once more as rain began to fall.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Why couldn't I be stronger!
I get myself to a kneel.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Why couldn't I save his life...Why couldn't I be what he needed me to be when he needed it the most. It's my fault that he's dead and I have no way to make it up to him now, nothing to do.
I lower my head for a second and close my eyes.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I lost the best father I ever had and it's all my fault.
I open my eyes, suddenly coming to realize something.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
I'm gonna do it for him. It's not for the fans, not for my family and not even for me. I'm going to finally stop Brian Gun and it will all be for Mr. Williams. He deserves for me to at least try and do something to make it up to him, if anything else. It's the right thing to do, to me anyway. I owe that to him, at least. He told me to be strong that night and do what is right, and I listened. Now, I'm going to take those words to heart, to be strong and do what is right. All the history and integrity of the Evolution division is in jeopardy because one asshole thinks he can do what he wants. He thinks that he can go about, dictating things and doing what he wants because he carries twelve pounds of gold. He thinks he can treat the fans who make THW possible like shit and threaten to kill the division that has been in THW from day one and I just can't let that happen. I have to play the role of spoiler and I'm completely fine with that. To be honest, Brian Gun just has to lose, be it to me or the other two. He has to lose on Tuesday night. It's within my best interest and the company's to get that belt off of him and save this division. Mr. Williams would have wanted it that way and he would have told me that it's what is right. I couldn't be the hero that night so, at International Incident, I'm going to assume the role of the hero. Does it sound extremely cheesy? Yes, it does. Do I care? No.
I flip my hood over my head and start walking towards my hotel.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
If Mr. Williams were here right now, He'd say "I need you right now" just like the THW Universe does. They need me. Brian Gun is trying to wipe out a big chunk of THW history because he's deemed it unworthy. Last time I checked, he didn't have the power to do that but management doesn't see fit to put a stop to it so I guess I'll have to. First off, River chose a great match stipulation. Sure, it's typical of Brian Gun to say that it's one of his specialties only because he's afraid to admit that he is just as outgunned as Keegan is. He's fight River, who chose the damn match type in the first place and me, a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu black belt. He knows that there is a really good chance that he could leave this match without that championship, or worse, injured. I have full intention of injuring Brian Gun. I know that faces don't generally say things like that but I'm not your typical "blueprint" face. I love the fans, don't get me wrong. I just know that certain have to be done to certain people. They'll understand where I'm coming from. If not, I can't do anything for them. I have to do this. I have to get rid of Brian Gun. He's not the only one in this match, mind you.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
There's also Keegan Ryan, who's going to be like a fish out of water during that match. It's going to be comical, watching him try and pull off a submission when he's never done it before in his life. Now, I don't know for sure but he doesn't seem very submission savvy. His submission repertoire probably includes head locks. River? Who knows. I know that her family were a bunch of slick mother fucking submission artists that know more than their fair share of holds. Gun? Probably very few. Me? Well, let's just say Brazilian Jiu Jitsu was made for submissions. I wouldn't be able to count them all, even with two hands. It's safe to say that I'll be taking home somebody's arm that night, more or less. When it comes to Keegan Ryan, it's a no brainer. Nobody expects you to win and you won't disappoint. Hell, to be able to disappoint people, you have to have people that think you'll win. So, no worries Keegan. No pressure at all. You're just in a match in which you haven't a single clue what you're doing. It's like us humans trying to fly without planes, it's impossible. Just like that idea Keegan, it's impossible for you to win. Hell, even more so because it's a submission match but you still wouldn't be able to win. You just don't have what it takes to compete with those higher than the likes of Willow Swaine or Wolfgang Bishop. You just don't, it's that simple. I know that "you should never count me out" and you "retired Lance Harris". As fine of an accomplishment as that is, it doesn't matter anymore. Unlike you, Lance had talent when he was in his prime, you do not. Lance has a god damn award named after him. What do you have, Keegan? Let me know when you figure that out.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
On to Brian Gun, our "champion". It's gotten to the point where I don't even respect you as a competitor anymore. You lost that respect after the multiple cheap shots after the match ended. Seriously, this company is named "True HONOR Wrestling" yet, you seem to seem the be one of two people who don't uphold the honor part. The other person being Jesse Lewis but he's not the topic of this conversation, you are. Believe me, as much as you like to hear your name being spoken, it's not going to be as enjoyable as you think it will be. See, you define everything that I can't stand. You are a pompous, arrogant, stereotypical asshole who thinks he runs shit because he has a shiny belt. You think that because you have said shiny belt, that you are a champion and I couldn't even begin to tell you how wrong you are. Champions hold the words respect and honor at high value to them and you don't know the definition of either. Me? I know both. I'm respectable. I wish both you and Keegan good luck in this match. Why? Need I explain? I'm honorable too. See, I take pride in what I do. I don't treat those who make it possible like shit and I'm professional in everything involved. You? Well, let's just say honor is something you've never had in your life. If had honor and respect for THW, you wouldn't be trying to eradicate the Evolution division and all it's history. It's not just the Evolution division, Brian. It's the No Rulez division and it goes way back to when THW first opened it's doors, before you and I were even here. The difference between you and I? I'm proud of where I started. You? You'll degrade it like it's the ground you walk on. I haven't the slightest clue why either. You slander your roots and act like you didn't need them. Because you think you're better than those who helped you in the beginning? You thought you were better than your damn parents for god's sake. They are the reason Brian Gun exists, not you. You give fucking respect to those who made your career possible and you respect those who have a huge part in THW's history. I swear, I haven't hated anybody before in my life but you sir, you take that honor. I will burn everything you believe in and I will put an end to your little charade, mark my fucking words. You are the first person that has ever gotten me to this point. I've seen the world through your eyes, and it makes sick. I question every one of your answers, they're fucking lies! I'd rather be unemployed rather than watch you kill this division and everything the wrestlers in it have ever worked for. You want to kill this fucking division? You've gotta get through me. Ask Keegan, that's easier said than done.
Last and certainly not least, my girlfriend, River Luciano. The whole reason I get to enjoy inflicting continuous pain on Brian Gun. Thank you, River, for choosing this match type. I love submission matches and I love when people think they can best me in one. The last person to try to do that was a Hart family trainee and he tapped out like a bitch. His name was Minimimax and I defended that very same belt that Brian Gun holds right now. For you, it's about proving you're the next big thing. For me? I'm trying to save this division and I don't mean to be rude, but you're way out of your fucking league. This is wrestler to wrestler, River, and despite what you may think, you are outclassed in every aspect. They all say it, they all try and tell me how wrong I am but at the end of the match, they have nothing else to say. They are left speechless after I prove to them that I'm not just all bark. I'm going into your domain? You're walking down that ramp to get in my territory. That is my ring and I will not let the rookie with two matches under her belt in THW come in and make a fool out of me. That will not happen. You can bark and bark all you want but it will make no difference. Barking is one thing, biting is another.
Don't take this for complacency. Just because I'm dating one of my opponent, does not mean that I'm going to go easy on her. I have too much pride in my craft to let up my assault because of a relationship. There is too much riding on this match to let that cloud my judgement, way to much. Brian, you fight for a lost cause. Keegan? You fight for unknown reasons. River, you fight to be the best. Out of those three, I respect you the most. Hell, you're the only one I respect at all. I fight for something much larger than being the best, or getting rid of a division. I owe a man a debt and I intend to pay. Mr. Williams told me to be strong and do what's right. I have every intention of doing that. This match is for him. I couldn't protect him that night but you can be damn sure that I will protect this division at International Incident. Last year, Noah Van Dyke and I brought prestige back to the tag titles. This year? I'm going to show Brian Gun who the best in the world is. Brian, Keegan, River, I'll see you soon.
This is my chance to wipe out the red in my ledger. I'm gonna be the hero, one way or another.
END
I will be posting a second rp on a second post.