Post by wrath on Aug 30, 2015 19:03:02 GMT
Come on Dummy, Your Whole Squad Trash
You know you and I have been up and down this road many times.
I can honestly say that not many men have truly earned my respect, even more so in losing efforts. But time and time again, you come at me like there is nothing to lose. You come at me and do battle like a fearless warrior, and for that reason and that reason alone, you’ve earned my respect.
It’s something that comes in short supply around these parts. And with that short supply comes a high price.
You and I have done this four times already, and if I had to share this spotlight with anyone, it would probably have to be you Jose. It would have to be us dancing one more time. It doesn’t matter that I’ve swept the series, because the next match is already here.
You may have my respect, you may have my friendship… but I have something that you don’t have.
I have your number. I have the ability to counter act everything you do and put you in the wind. And as much as you and I can respect one another; that won’t stop me from walking out there in front of everyone at Legacy and taking everything and anything I can from you. Another space, another time, I could show you more respect and kindness… but at Legacy, I simply can’t.
You of all people know what it’s like to be slighted. You’re going through your own struggles with Al-Thani, and him playing games with your paperwork. You know what it’s like to be on the raw end of the deal. So you’re just going to have to understand a very simple thing at Legacy.
The Invictus title belongs to me. It always has.
I know that’s a rather pompus thing to say, but for months… the champions, the people in the office, and everyone in the back has tried to keep me from it. You know it as well as I do. Because you were in the same match I was in… the same match that I won, that granted me the number one contendership.
And then another several months go by, I beat the champion at the time in a non title match, I’ve beaten every competitor except for the two men wrestling for the god damn Imperial title on my way up the ladder. And now, months later, I’m finally getting my shot at it.
This isn’t your time, this isn’t Mohammed’s time. It’s my time. This is my moment. This is my time to shine and take what I’ve been working for the entire god damn time I’ve been here. It’s not lost on me that you know more about me in the ring than anyone else here. It’s not lost on me that Al Thani has wealth and the power of the office behind him.
None of that shit matters, because I’m in control of the situation inside of the ring. None of it matters because I’m ready for war. I’m ready to do whatever it takes inside that ring to walk away with that belt.
And if that means beating you again, that means beating you again. If that means ending your career… sorry friend… you shouldn’t have gotten in the way of a wrecking ball that’s already smacked you around and left you beaten four times before this.
But hey, what can I say brother, I gotta respect it. You’re no quitter. You just gotta have it. You just gotta keep coming back for more. More and more and more. And you’re not going to quit until it kills you. So who am I to tell you I can’t serve it up for you. I can serve it up for you all night long. All you have to do is ask, and you damn sure asked by getting involved in my title shot. .. so I’m going to give you what you want.
And that’s a good old fashioned American ass whooping.
Preventing Winter: Chapter 011
“Longhorn, this is Madman, I copy, is this a secure line?” The Colonel asked as he came on the line.
“I assume everything we’re saying being listened too, sir.” Alex said.
“What’s so urgent?” Martin asked Alex.
“I have intel that you need.” Alex said. “Need to put this to you delicately.”
“Roger that.” The Colonel responded.
“I think someone I’m with that I just got to know might be doing laundry with some people that have some really dirty clothes.” Alex said, hoping that the Colonel would get his inference.
“Can you be more specific about who?” Martin asked.
“I think you know who I’m talking about.” Alex said.
“That bad?” Martin responded with another question
“Yeah.” Alex said.
“Can you come back, kid?” Martin asked.
“No sir, exfiltration is inbounds. I gotta get back. But you need to get the desk jockey names of the dicks that are helping these guys. I’ll relay shit when I get stateside.” Alex said before hanging up the phone.
There was so much to be done and so much he had to figure out before he could even begin to address the problem of James Morgan. The implications of what was going on was far too broad. There were men in Washington that were plotting against the own country; and to what end, Alex could only begin to imagine. Maybe they had simply been paid off, maybe they saw it as a means to more control; whatever the reason, they were playing a dangerous game that was threatening to ignite the whole world in tension.
Alex shuddered at the thought of weapons that size in the hands of the wrong people. Looking at Brian, Alex got up slowly and headed for the door. No one needed to talk. They were a unit and everyone already knew what the other was thinking and planning on doing. That was why they were successful in on the battlefield. It was why they were successful in the rest of their lives. They reacted to problems as one. And they knew it was time to get up and go. It was time to go save the day.
As they marched down the hallway, Brian took the lead and started pushing towards the stairs, heading towards the helipad that had the chopper waiting for them. Morgan couldn’t wait to be rid of the snoopy mercenaries; and they couldn’t wait to get home and unravel everything that was working as a cohesive unit back home to ensure that the money from wealthy benefactors kept flowing.
Their destination was a military base about two hundred miles away, where they could catch a cargo plane home and get back to work at their office in northern Virginia. Hefting the gear bags into the chopper, Alex helped Brian up into the chopper first and let him get secure, and let the other two get on before he finally got in and got his helmet and headset on. As soon as Alex gave the signal, the rotors starts to whirl and spin to life. The immense power of the wind propelling the helicopter upwards completely deafening without the help of the headseats.
Mountainous rocky deserts passed by underneath them, as Alex looked out over the sand. As he sat in the loud, but completely silent, realm of contemplation; he wondered how many more cmaps there were like the one that he’d just taken over. He wondered if there was even a point to fighting it all; but the truth was, every deflection of their attempts would just make the world a better place. Alex was drifting as Leo Koffman punched him in the shoulder.
“Hey! Cheer up, we’ve done a lot of good here today.” Leo said. “We found out about a huge plan and we’re going to put the stops to it.”
“You’re way too happy about what happened.” Alex said.
“I’m not happy. I just think finding all this shit is a reason to feel good.” Leo responded.
Alex shook his head and went quiet. He knew that Leo was right, but Leo knew that he was right. Things were looking rather awful, but it was a victory for the day. They’d contributed to the world in a big way. And as they flew along, there was a certain sense of satisfaction in what they’d accomplished. They were getting closer and closer to the base, and he could hear the chatter on the radio getting louder and louder. It was easy to ignore when you’d been drown out by big engines. It was just another piece of the background static.
The rest of the ride was spent in near silence until they started to near the base. Alex could hear the battle chatter and his eyes perked up. Alex smacked Brian awake, who looked quite content in his sleep state. Brian snapped awake and looked down at the hustle and bustle on the base as they got closer and closer. People were rushing everywhere and looking around at monitors and gawking everywhere. No one had a clue what was going on as the chopper landed and they grabbed their gear and got off the chopper.
Alex descended the stairs two at a time with his gear slung over his shoulders. All of the guys were right behind him and as they hit the ground, he caught up to a young airman that was running towards the commotion. Alex grabbed the man by the arm and slowed him down. Alex looked at the kid as he looked frantic and panicked. Alex studied the kid and looked back at Brian and let a deep breath. Things weren’t going to be good and he knew it.
“What’s going on?” Alex asked,
“You haven’t heard?” The young airman asked incredulously
“No, we’ve been in the air the last few hours. On the ground even longer.” Alex said.
“Jesus.” The kid said.
“What?” Brian responded, wanting the kid to spit it out.
“A bomb went off at Fort Bragg. Like bad. They think it was a suitcase nuke or something.” The young man said, hanging his head.
I Could Smell Pussy From The Time You First Walked Past
The camera comes on showing an assault rifle broken down into multiple pieces. Nimble hands clean clean the carbon build up off the gas key and parts of the bolt carrier group, before putting the assembly back together and popping it in under the charging handle. Alex swings the upper receiver back into place with the lower receiver and pops the pivot pin back into the hole with a satisfying snap sound. Alex smirks, whistles, and lets the weapon come to a rest. Slowly, Alex gets up and takes a few steps back and sets the camera up on a stand.
Atwater smirks and looks at the camera and then looks back at the rifle. “That right there, is something I understand. It’s called pure, unadulterated, unbridled… force.”
Atwater shakes his head. “It’s the matter through which all things are derived. It’s even something money can’t stop. You simply can’t stop force. It gets what it wants, time and time again. Anyone willing to be forceful to get their point across, usually gets their way. That’s the way it is the world over, And that’s the way it is in the land of Imperial Wrestling.”
Atwater crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head. “I know you think you can buy your way out of anything Moo-ha-med… that your daddy’s money will save you. I know it’s already working it’s magic against one of your opponents. The other one is someone that you just can’t get rid of with money. Because even if you try… I have money too. And lawyers. And I have something that you’ll never have. Something that is a force more powerful than you could imagine.”
Atwater shakes his head. “That’s the power of the fans. It’s the power that comes when you’re on the righteous path. It’s the power that comes when you know what you’re doing is what is right and honorable. And from day one, I’ve maintained that I wasn’t going to compromise my morals, change who I was to make this work for me.”
Atwater continues on in a stoic manner “You and I are diametric opposites. Everything that you have, was handed to you. Everything I’ve ever gotten, I’ve fought tooth and nail for. And I’ve made a damn fine success of myself. My momma and daddy get to retire on the name I’ve built. My friends and family get to be damn proud of the man that I am. I don’t run home and beg to daddy to fix shit every time something isn’t going my way, son.”
Alex laughs with an ominous tone. “I handle my own shit because I’m not a manchild.”
Alex shakes his head and laughs “I don’t have to lurk in the shadows and work against my opponents at every turn to make something of myself. I don’t have to play bullshit visa games and pay off corrupt government officials to try to make someone disappear from a card. I don’t have to hide behind the fact that my family owns stock in the company. I don’t have to do those things for one simple reason. It’s something you couldn’t comprehend, because you’ve never had to do it in your life.”
Alex nods and continues. “I’ve worked for everything in my god damn life. I came from the dirt and the god damn soil. I came from shoveling cow shit and baling hay. I came from long hot summers in eighty pounds of pads doing up downs until every muscle in my body screamed stop. You’ve never been to the places I’ve been Mohammed. I’ve got what you can never hold down, Mohammed. It’s a heart the size of Texas.”
Alex laughs and starts shaking his fists, laughing. “Do you really think you scare me? Do you really think I give a flying fuck about the fact that your brother is dead? Do you know how many times I’ve heard that shit? Like literally, a hundred fucking times. I don’t care how much passion and rage you have flowing through you son. Please, let it flow. Let you be really fucking stupid in the ring and make mistakes you’d never make otherwise.”
Alex said with a smirk. “Because your grief is really showing if you think I can’t swim with the sharks in the ocean. You’d be crazy to think that I couldn’t handle myself in the ring with the likes of you. I’m bigger than you, stronger than you, and I’ve taken down everyone in my path but the two people that are battling over the Imperial title. I trashed the champion… I didn’t have to cheat him out of his title and buy my way to my only title. I’m actually earning it, like always.”
Alex looks at the camera and continues. “You can kiss my ass and try to destroy me at the same time, Mohammed, because I don’t buy it for a second. I don’t buy your bullshit at all. You’re running scared and you’re trying to cling to your reign as a paper champion for as long as you possibly can. You’re clinging to it, because you know that once you get it, you’re never going to get it back. You’re never going to walk with a piece of gold again.”
Alex snaps. “You’re not walking away with what I’ve earned. You’re not walking away with everything I’ve worked for the entire time I’ve been here. You’re not walking away with shit but a wounded pride and a whole lot of sorrow.”
Alex smirks. “If allah favored you, your brother would still be here. If allah favored you, you wouldn’t have to have daddy buy everything for you. If allah favored you, you wouldn’t be undermining your competition to get your way. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about you. All that money, all that supposed glory…”
Alex laughs derisively. “They’re just delusions of grandeur.”
Alex continues. “It hasn’t gotten you respect. It hasn’t gotten you honor. It hasn’t gotten anyone to like you or give a shit about you. And it damn sure hasn’t made you a good wrestler. You’re mad because I got someone to do the right thing. But they love me because I get people to do the right thing. Those fans are dying for a man to show them that it isn’t all bleak and hopeless. That it isn’t all hatred and greed. And you can’t take that from them. And that’s a whole lot bigger than you and your dumb shit brother.”
Alex laughs “You didn’t beat Guernica. He pinned you clean son. You know who has beaten him? Me. Not once, not twice, not even three times. I’ve already walked that boy off. And you’re running scared from him. You want to call me inexperienced, but that’s becoming anything but the case. Over the past several months, I’ve gained a whole lot of experience. At the expense of some of the top names in this company. Names that have taken you down time and time again. “
Alex shakes his head “And you, a man that can’t keep up a winning run to save his life, is going to compete against a finely tuned American fighting machine? You think you have a red dot on my god damn head… try me.”
Alex continues, looking quite angry. “It wouldn’t be the first time someone thought they had a dot on my head and ended up waxed and booby trapped. It wouldn’t be the first time someone in this company has said that they’ve got the magic potion to make the assassin eat a bullet. But I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going to hit your target. You’re just going to be the shortest reigning Invictus champion this company has ever seen.”
Alex nods. “I’m not a fucking rookie anymore. I’m not someone you take lightly. And I’m not someone that’s walking away without what the fuck I came for. That Invictus title is supposed to represent the best and brightest upcoming talent this company has to offer. That title is suppose to be held in an incredibly high regard. And the past couple of champions have pissed all over that belt. And that isn’t going to happen anymore.”
Alex continues with a firey passion. “Someone has to pick that title up and carry it back to the glory it once had. Someone has to restore the respect and honor to that belt. And it isn’t going to be done with money. It’s going to be done with hard work and valor. It’s going to be done by treating that belt as something more than a piece of jewelry to be shown as a status piece.”
Alex gets an intense look in his eyes and steps closer to the cameras. “Mohammed, I don’t care what I have to do to win that title. I don’t care what I have to do to restore that belt to it’s rightful status… I’m coming for it. And I’m not going to stop until it’s in my possession. It doesn’t matter what you do, it doesn’t matter what you say…
Alex growls. “The Invictus title will be mine, or I’m in a fucking morgue.”
Alex snaps. “No fucking stupid catchphrase tonight. Mohammed… Allah has pissed on you every step of the way… I’ve lived and thrived in the heart of every war. And I’m going to thrive. And you’re going to end up hanging out with your career will hang out with your brother a lot sooner than you think.”
Alex gets close to the camera “Fuck you. I’m coming for my belt. I’m knocking you the fuck out.”
Alex reaches up and shuts the camera off, causing the screen to go black.
You know you and I have been up and down this road many times.
I can honestly say that not many men have truly earned my respect, even more so in losing efforts. But time and time again, you come at me like there is nothing to lose. You come at me and do battle like a fearless warrior, and for that reason and that reason alone, you’ve earned my respect.
It’s something that comes in short supply around these parts. And with that short supply comes a high price.
You and I have done this four times already, and if I had to share this spotlight with anyone, it would probably have to be you Jose. It would have to be us dancing one more time. It doesn’t matter that I’ve swept the series, because the next match is already here.
You may have my respect, you may have my friendship… but I have something that you don’t have.
I have your number. I have the ability to counter act everything you do and put you in the wind. And as much as you and I can respect one another; that won’t stop me from walking out there in front of everyone at Legacy and taking everything and anything I can from you. Another space, another time, I could show you more respect and kindness… but at Legacy, I simply can’t.
You of all people know what it’s like to be slighted. You’re going through your own struggles with Al-Thani, and him playing games with your paperwork. You know what it’s like to be on the raw end of the deal. So you’re just going to have to understand a very simple thing at Legacy.
The Invictus title belongs to me. It always has.
I know that’s a rather pompus thing to say, but for months… the champions, the people in the office, and everyone in the back has tried to keep me from it. You know it as well as I do. Because you were in the same match I was in… the same match that I won, that granted me the number one contendership.
And then another several months go by, I beat the champion at the time in a non title match, I’ve beaten every competitor except for the two men wrestling for the god damn Imperial title on my way up the ladder. And now, months later, I’m finally getting my shot at it.
This isn’t your time, this isn’t Mohammed’s time. It’s my time. This is my moment. This is my time to shine and take what I’ve been working for the entire god damn time I’ve been here. It’s not lost on me that you know more about me in the ring than anyone else here. It’s not lost on me that Al Thani has wealth and the power of the office behind him.
None of that shit matters, because I’m in control of the situation inside of the ring. None of it matters because I’m ready for war. I’m ready to do whatever it takes inside that ring to walk away with that belt.
And if that means beating you again, that means beating you again. If that means ending your career… sorry friend… you shouldn’t have gotten in the way of a wrecking ball that’s already smacked you around and left you beaten four times before this.
But hey, what can I say brother, I gotta respect it. You’re no quitter. You just gotta have it. You just gotta keep coming back for more. More and more and more. And you’re not going to quit until it kills you. So who am I to tell you I can’t serve it up for you. I can serve it up for you all night long. All you have to do is ask, and you damn sure asked by getting involved in my title shot. .. so I’m going to give you what you want.
And that’s a good old fashioned American ass whooping.
Preventing Winter: Chapter 011
“Longhorn, this is Madman, I copy, is this a secure line?” The Colonel asked as he came on the line.
“I assume everything we’re saying being listened too, sir.” Alex said.
“What’s so urgent?” Martin asked Alex.
“I have intel that you need.” Alex said. “Need to put this to you delicately.”
“Roger that.” The Colonel responded.
“I think someone I’m with that I just got to know might be doing laundry with some people that have some really dirty clothes.” Alex said, hoping that the Colonel would get his inference.
“Can you be more specific about who?” Martin asked.
“I think you know who I’m talking about.” Alex said.
“That bad?” Martin responded with another question
“Yeah.” Alex said.
“Can you come back, kid?” Martin asked.
“No sir, exfiltration is inbounds. I gotta get back. But you need to get the desk jockey names of the dicks that are helping these guys. I’ll relay shit when I get stateside.” Alex said before hanging up the phone.
There was so much to be done and so much he had to figure out before he could even begin to address the problem of James Morgan. The implications of what was going on was far too broad. There were men in Washington that were plotting against the own country; and to what end, Alex could only begin to imagine. Maybe they had simply been paid off, maybe they saw it as a means to more control; whatever the reason, they were playing a dangerous game that was threatening to ignite the whole world in tension.
Alex shuddered at the thought of weapons that size in the hands of the wrong people. Looking at Brian, Alex got up slowly and headed for the door. No one needed to talk. They were a unit and everyone already knew what the other was thinking and planning on doing. That was why they were successful in on the battlefield. It was why they were successful in the rest of their lives. They reacted to problems as one. And they knew it was time to get up and go. It was time to go save the day.
As they marched down the hallway, Brian took the lead and started pushing towards the stairs, heading towards the helipad that had the chopper waiting for them. Morgan couldn’t wait to be rid of the snoopy mercenaries; and they couldn’t wait to get home and unravel everything that was working as a cohesive unit back home to ensure that the money from wealthy benefactors kept flowing.
Their destination was a military base about two hundred miles away, where they could catch a cargo plane home and get back to work at their office in northern Virginia. Hefting the gear bags into the chopper, Alex helped Brian up into the chopper first and let him get secure, and let the other two get on before he finally got in and got his helmet and headset on. As soon as Alex gave the signal, the rotors starts to whirl and spin to life. The immense power of the wind propelling the helicopter upwards completely deafening without the help of the headseats.
Mountainous rocky deserts passed by underneath them, as Alex looked out over the sand. As he sat in the loud, but completely silent, realm of contemplation; he wondered how many more cmaps there were like the one that he’d just taken over. He wondered if there was even a point to fighting it all; but the truth was, every deflection of their attempts would just make the world a better place. Alex was drifting as Leo Koffman punched him in the shoulder.
“Hey! Cheer up, we’ve done a lot of good here today.” Leo said. “We found out about a huge plan and we’re going to put the stops to it.”
“You’re way too happy about what happened.” Alex said.
“I’m not happy. I just think finding all this shit is a reason to feel good.” Leo responded.
Alex shook his head and went quiet. He knew that Leo was right, but Leo knew that he was right. Things were looking rather awful, but it was a victory for the day. They’d contributed to the world in a big way. And as they flew along, there was a certain sense of satisfaction in what they’d accomplished. They were getting closer and closer to the base, and he could hear the chatter on the radio getting louder and louder. It was easy to ignore when you’d been drown out by big engines. It was just another piece of the background static.
The rest of the ride was spent in near silence until they started to near the base. Alex could hear the battle chatter and his eyes perked up. Alex smacked Brian awake, who looked quite content in his sleep state. Brian snapped awake and looked down at the hustle and bustle on the base as they got closer and closer. People were rushing everywhere and looking around at monitors and gawking everywhere. No one had a clue what was going on as the chopper landed and they grabbed their gear and got off the chopper.
Alex descended the stairs two at a time with his gear slung over his shoulders. All of the guys were right behind him and as they hit the ground, he caught up to a young airman that was running towards the commotion. Alex grabbed the man by the arm and slowed him down. Alex looked at the kid as he looked frantic and panicked. Alex studied the kid and looked back at Brian and let a deep breath. Things weren’t going to be good and he knew it.
“What’s going on?” Alex asked,
“You haven’t heard?” The young airman asked incredulously
“No, we’ve been in the air the last few hours. On the ground even longer.” Alex said.
“Jesus.” The kid said.
“What?” Brian responded, wanting the kid to spit it out.
“A bomb went off at Fort Bragg. Like bad. They think it was a suitcase nuke or something.” The young man said, hanging his head.
I Could Smell Pussy From The Time You First Walked Past
The camera comes on showing an assault rifle broken down into multiple pieces. Nimble hands clean clean the carbon build up off the gas key and parts of the bolt carrier group, before putting the assembly back together and popping it in under the charging handle. Alex swings the upper receiver back into place with the lower receiver and pops the pivot pin back into the hole with a satisfying snap sound. Alex smirks, whistles, and lets the weapon come to a rest. Slowly, Alex gets up and takes a few steps back and sets the camera up on a stand.
Atwater smirks and looks at the camera and then looks back at the rifle. “That right there, is something I understand. It’s called pure, unadulterated, unbridled… force.”
Atwater shakes his head. “It’s the matter through which all things are derived. It’s even something money can’t stop. You simply can’t stop force. It gets what it wants, time and time again. Anyone willing to be forceful to get their point across, usually gets their way. That’s the way it is the world over, And that’s the way it is in the land of Imperial Wrestling.”
Atwater crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head. “I know you think you can buy your way out of anything Moo-ha-med… that your daddy’s money will save you. I know it’s already working it’s magic against one of your opponents. The other one is someone that you just can’t get rid of with money. Because even if you try… I have money too. And lawyers. And I have something that you’ll never have. Something that is a force more powerful than you could imagine.”
Atwater shakes his head. “That’s the power of the fans. It’s the power that comes when you’re on the righteous path. It’s the power that comes when you know what you’re doing is what is right and honorable. And from day one, I’ve maintained that I wasn’t going to compromise my morals, change who I was to make this work for me.”
Atwater continues on in a stoic manner “You and I are diametric opposites. Everything that you have, was handed to you. Everything I’ve ever gotten, I’ve fought tooth and nail for. And I’ve made a damn fine success of myself. My momma and daddy get to retire on the name I’ve built. My friends and family get to be damn proud of the man that I am. I don’t run home and beg to daddy to fix shit every time something isn’t going my way, son.”
Alex laughs with an ominous tone. “I handle my own shit because I’m not a manchild.”
Alex shakes his head and laughs “I don’t have to lurk in the shadows and work against my opponents at every turn to make something of myself. I don’t have to play bullshit visa games and pay off corrupt government officials to try to make someone disappear from a card. I don’t have to hide behind the fact that my family owns stock in the company. I don’t have to do those things for one simple reason. It’s something you couldn’t comprehend, because you’ve never had to do it in your life.”
Alex nods and continues. “I’ve worked for everything in my god damn life. I came from the dirt and the god damn soil. I came from shoveling cow shit and baling hay. I came from long hot summers in eighty pounds of pads doing up downs until every muscle in my body screamed stop. You’ve never been to the places I’ve been Mohammed. I’ve got what you can never hold down, Mohammed. It’s a heart the size of Texas.”
Alex laughs and starts shaking his fists, laughing. “Do you really think you scare me? Do you really think I give a flying fuck about the fact that your brother is dead? Do you know how many times I’ve heard that shit? Like literally, a hundred fucking times. I don’t care how much passion and rage you have flowing through you son. Please, let it flow. Let you be really fucking stupid in the ring and make mistakes you’d never make otherwise.”
Alex said with a smirk. “Because your grief is really showing if you think I can’t swim with the sharks in the ocean. You’d be crazy to think that I couldn’t handle myself in the ring with the likes of you. I’m bigger than you, stronger than you, and I’ve taken down everyone in my path but the two people that are battling over the Imperial title. I trashed the champion… I didn’t have to cheat him out of his title and buy my way to my only title. I’m actually earning it, like always.”
Alex looks at the camera and continues. “You can kiss my ass and try to destroy me at the same time, Mohammed, because I don’t buy it for a second. I don’t buy your bullshit at all. You’re running scared and you’re trying to cling to your reign as a paper champion for as long as you possibly can. You’re clinging to it, because you know that once you get it, you’re never going to get it back. You’re never going to walk with a piece of gold again.”
Alex snaps. “You’re not walking away with what I’ve earned. You’re not walking away with everything I’ve worked for the entire time I’ve been here. You’re not walking away with shit but a wounded pride and a whole lot of sorrow.”
Alex smirks. “If allah favored you, your brother would still be here. If allah favored you, you wouldn’t have to have daddy buy everything for you. If allah favored you, you wouldn’t be undermining your competition to get your way. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about you. All that money, all that supposed glory…”
Alex laughs derisively. “They’re just delusions of grandeur.”
Alex continues. “It hasn’t gotten you respect. It hasn’t gotten you honor. It hasn’t gotten anyone to like you or give a shit about you. And it damn sure hasn’t made you a good wrestler. You’re mad because I got someone to do the right thing. But they love me because I get people to do the right thing. Those fans are dying for a man to show them that it isn’t all bleak and hopeless. That it isn’t all hatred and greed. And you can’t take that from them. And that’s a whole lot bigger than you and your dumb shit brother.”
Alex laughs “You didn’t beat Guernica. He pinned you clean son. You know who has beaten him? Me. Not once, not twice, not even three times. I’ve already walked that boy off. And you’re running scared from him. You want to call me inexperienced, but that’s becoming anything but the case. Over the past several months, I’ve gained a whole lot of experience. At the expense of some of the top names in this company. Names that have taken you down time and time again. “
Alex shakes his head “And you, a man that can’t keep up a winning run to save his life, is going to compete against a finely tuned American fighting machine? You think you have a red dot on my god damn head… try me.”
Alex continues, looking quite angry. “It wouldn’t be the first time someone thought they had a dot on my head and ended up waxed and booby trapped. It wouldn’t be the first time someone in this company has said that they’ve got the magic potion to make the assassin eat a bullet. But I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going to hit your target. You’re just going to be the shortest reigning Invictus champion this company has ever seen.”
Alex nods. “I’m not a fucking rookie anymore. I’m not someone you take lightly. And I’m not someone that’s walking away without what the fuck I came for. That Invictus title is supposed to represent the best and brightest upcoming talent this company has to offer. That title is suppose to be held in an incredibly high regard. And the past couple of champions have pissed all over that belt. And that isn’t going to happen anymore.”
Alex continues with a firey passion. “Someone has to pick that title up and carry it back to the glory it once had. Someone has to restore the respect and honor to that belt. And it isn’t going to be done with money. It’s going to be done with hard work and valor. It’s going to be done by treating that belt as something more than a piece of jewelry to be shown as a status piece.”
Alex gets an intense look in his eyes and steps closer to the cameras. “Mohammed, I don’t care what I have to do to win that title. I don’t care what I have to do to restore that belt to it’s rightful status… I’m coming for it. And I’m not going to stop until it’s in my possession. It doesn’t matter what you do, it doesn’t matter what you say…
Alex growls. “The Invictus title will be mine, or I’m in a fucking morgue.”
Alex snaps. “No fucking stupid catchphrase tonight. Mohammed… Allah has pissed on you every step of the way… I’ve lived and thrived in the heart of every war. And I’m going to thrive. And you’re going to end up hanging out with your career will hang out with your brother a lot sooner than you think.”
Alex gets close to the camera “Fuck you. I’m coming for my belt. I’m knocking you the fuck out.”
Alex reaches up and shuts the camera off, causing the screen to go black.
Well howdy there pardner.