Post by Alex Cross on Jan 9, 2015 1:43:34 GMT -6
Flesh striking leather over and over again bounce off the walls of the otherwise empty gym. Empty mats, rings, and workout equipment litter the place. A row of bags sit motionless save for one off in the distance that sways back and forth at a slow pace. Standing on the other side of the bag dressed in blue with white and orange striped shorts is the current IC Champion Alex Cross. He strikes the bag with a left elbow and quickly follows up with a right cross and a knee strike. The combos are quick but accurate, almost as if no motion is useless but instead planned out in advance. He leaps into the air and connects with a spinning back kick before stepping away from the bag and allowing it to swing freely. Alex runs his hands through his wet hair as he walks over and takes a seat on a long wooden bench. He takes a few breaths as he tries to calm himself down.
Not sure why you're trying to hide that camera over there. It isn't like I didn't hear you come in a few minutes ago. You're not the lightest stepper and that big ass camera you're carrying around isn't that hard to miss. So why don't you bring your equipment a bit closer so I can say what needs to be said and you can be on your way.
The camera moves closer as Alex leans back against the wall and smiles to himself.
First things first, Jericho did you really think you'd be able to get the jump on me and take away this IC Title? Let me make this perfectly clear to you, it's going to take more than you demanding a match against me on short notice to win this title. You want it? Then come earn it. I don't care if you think you're owed shots at any title because you're a former World Champion. But I don't appreciate being thrown into title matches at the drop of the hat just because somebody got a bug up their butt and wanted a fight. Jericho I have no problem throwing you a beating anytime or any place so let me get that out there. However next time you try and pull a stunt like that the match will be yours because I won't waste my time with showing up.
With that out of the way lets focus on more important things shall we? More specifically the main event at Aftermath. Where are you Leon? Wheres the verbal smackdown you promise to deliver whenever your name is penciled in? Here's your chance to finally shut up the cocky new comer and yet you're quieter than I am. Why is that? I won't say it's because you're scared because I know that isn't the case. How many times have you and I gone toe to toe? How many times have I won? Exactly! It's not like I'm constantly beating you because the exact opposite always happens doesn't it? So why so quiet Leon? Why go radio silent so close to showtime?
I know I haven't been the most vocal. I know I haven't been lighting up the camera and dragging you threw the dirt like I should be. I have no good excuse either but lets be honest, is their such thing as a good excuse? No. So what's yours? You must have a good and justifiable reason. Honestly though, I don't care what your reason is. Nor do I care if you ever stand in front of a camera and try and hype our match so long as when that bell sounds you bring all you've got. I want the very best you've got Leon because so help me I'm throwing everything I have at you. I will be ringing in the new year as the new World Champion you can bank on that. By hook or by crook that title is mine.
Alex stands up and walks over to the bag he was sparring with and runs his fingers along the outline of his strikes showing the massive damage he did to the leather.
I'm coming for you Leon.
Not sure why you're trying to hide that camera over there. It isn't like I didn't hear you come in a few minutes ago. You're not the lightest stepper and that big ass camera you're carrying around isn't that hard to miss. So why don't you bring your equipment a bit closer so I can say what needs to be said and you can be on your way.
The camera moves closer as Alex leans back against the wall and smiles to himself.
First things first, Jericho did you really think you'd be able to get the jump on me and take away this IC Title? Let me make this perfectly clear to you, it's going to take more than you demanding a match against me on short notice to win this title. You want it? Then come earn it. I don't care if you think you're owed shots at any title because you're a former World Champion. But I don't appreciate being thrown into title matches at the drop of the hat just because somebody got a bug up their butt and wanted a fight. Jericho I have no problem throwing you a beating anytime or any place so let me get that out there. However next time you try and pull a stunt like that the match will be yours because I won't waste my time with showing up.
With that out of the way lets focus on more important things shall we? More specifically the main event at Aftermath. Where are you Leon? Wheres the verbal smackdown you promise to deliver whenever your name is penciled in? Here's your chance to finally shut up the cocky new comer and yet you're quieter than I am. Why is that? I won't say it's because you're scared because I know that isn't the case. How many times have you and I gone toe to toe? How many times have I won? Exactly! It's not like I'm constantly beating you because the exact opposite always happens doesn't it? So why so quiet Leon? Why go radio silent so close to showtime?
I know I haven't been the most vocal. I know I haven't been lighting up the camera and dragging you threw the dirt like I should be. I have no good excuse either but lets be honest, is their such thing as a good excuse? No. So what's yours? You must have a good and justifiable reason. Honestly though, I don't care what your reason is. Nor do I care if you ever stand in front of a camera and try and hype our match so long as when that bell sounds you bring all you've got. I want the very best you've got Leon because so help me I'm throwing everything I have at you. I will be ringing in the new year as the new World Champion you can bank on that. By hook or by crook that title is mine.
Alex stands up and walks over to the bag he was sparring with and runs his fingers along the outline of his strikes showing the massive damage he did to the leather.
I'm coming for you Leon.
