From the Notes of Dr. Alice Cotten
It has come to my attention that Jones is the type to only focus on things that interest him personally. Anything that doesn't involve this so-called "plan" of his is completely irrelevant, except when he has some personal grudge to settle. Which is why it was so unusual that after the Triple Threat match between him, Sam Smith, and Phoenix was announced that Jones became rather quiet. Normally, he would go on a spiel about all the things he was going to do to Smith for daring to mock him, etc etc. Yet he's barely said a word since the announcement. He only spoke to me recently because I came to him when he was getting ready for a promo.
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*camera cuts to a darkened locker room, the only light source being the camera itself. Voices can be heard offscreen*
It's part of the deal for me to observe you under your typical conditions.
I must've missed the part when having someone sit in on my promos taking notes were my "typical conditions".
I'll be out of frame the whole time. It'll be like I'm not even here, just the way you like it.
*camera moves slightly as white-gloved hands move it into position, showing Chris Jones sitting on a bench, grumbling to himself*
Jones: Yeah, if it was the way I liked it, you wouldn't have come here at all...
*Jones finishes adjusting the camera and leans forward, arms crossed as he stares into the lens*
Jones: You already know who I am, what I do, why I do it. Well, maybe not that last part, but you get the idea. You already know that I make things personal because it's easiest for me. It gives me motivation that is normally incredibly lacking. I went through a pretty bad patch a while ago because of a lack of motivation. So, naturally, after the idiocy Sam Smith pulled, I find myself plenty motivated to start raining down some unholy destruction on his poor, pathetic soul.
*Jones sighs, scratching the back of his neck*
Jones: Now, this is usually where I tell you how infuriated I am for Smith daring to disrespect me, how he's a weak and foolish moron for thing he's better than me, and all the wonderful things I'm going to do to him when I get my hands on him. But, there's a problem. A problem that comes between me and my much-desired revenge. And his name is Phoenix.
*Jones glares into the camera, almost as if the camera itself is the reason for his frustration*
Jones: This situation would be a million times simpler if it wasn't for that damned Phoenix! I could just crush Smith into a bloody pulp and present the mess before his idiotic lawyer buddies, but no! He just HAD to be included! Now the entire situation is a mess!
*Jones sighs, clearly regretting what he's going to admit*
Jones: Phoenix is one of the older ones, one of the few who perfectly symbolizes everything in WZCW. Anyone who's anyone knows who he is. If I could beat him...no gimmicks, no tricks, just flat out beat him, my stock in this company would skyrocket. I would be taken as a serious threat instead of just part of the crowd.
*Jones frowns, leaning back a bit*
Jones: But I'm sure some of you are wondering why I should even care about that. After all, I never did before. If I got a title on my way to my ultimate goal, so be it. But...and please understand how hard it is for me to say this.....I liked it. As short as my two Mayhem title reigns were, I enjoyed them. It was a taste of glory, and God help me, I want more.
*Jones sighs, looking down*
Jones: It's what we do. What I do. I am a professional wrestler. I want to make it to the top, no matter what the cost. I have to struggle to make it there, climb over countless others and fight tooth and claw. I guess it just took me a while to realize that. Maybe I grew up a little by admitting that.
*Jones pauses, then turns his head to the right and glares, clearly looking at someone offscreen*
Jones: Or maybe a certain overly ambitious psychiatrist has made it so that making confessions is incredibly easy for me.
*Jones glares at Alice for a few more minutes before turning back to the camera*
Jones: OK, here's what you guys need to worry about. I'm going to crack Smith's head open like an egg, make an omelet from his brains, and then force-feed the results to him. And if Phoenix didn't crap himself from seeing such a feat, then I'll easily deal with him. That simple. I am your Savior, and I know what's best for you.
*Jones gets up and walks away as the camera fades to black*
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From the Notes of Dr. Alice Cotten
For the most part, I'm glad Jones is focusing on his career. Ever since I started observing him on a day-to-day basis, I've learned just how obsessive he can be with his goals. One in particular was some "plan" that would "open the eyes of the idiotic masses" or something to that effect. Naturally, he wouldn't tell me what it was, leaving me to doubt that he even has a plan to begin with. Still, it's troubling. This will require further investigation.