Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Feb 4, 2015 2:06:01 GMT -6
Icon Corbin: did I really hear that right? Did the intercontinental champion really use the excuse that the IC title has gone to shit because he's soo fucking good no one wants to dare challenge him? Am I seriously hearing that, Alex?!
The World champion could be heard but his location was unclear with the only giveaway that he could be on some kind of motorway for the rushing vehicles fading in and out.
Icon Corbin: Do not pin your own inadequacies on anyone else when it’s been entirely your own doing. It’s never been that people have been scared of you and even when you’re going round like you are right now, like you’ve got small man syndrome, they’re still not afraid, Alex. It’s always been because you just don’t have that draw, that they’re just not interested in you or what you represent. THAT is why Nathan had to come out there to save your arse at Aftermath before the fans got bored of you. THAT is why he LET you get him in such a move because, trust me, I’ve been in the ring with that man many times and it would take so much more to keep that kinda beast down. Nathan Williams MADE you that night, Alex and you won’t even give the man any credit. And while he made you, giving you cheap heat, I took it all away again. Sure, you got your licks in. And they were good too, I’ll grant you that but I’m still standing, Alex….
There’s a pause.
Icon Corbin: I’m standing and you cannot break me without breaking the law and sacrificing everything you’re so desperate to achieve so go ahead, go around, be that cookie cutter bad guy if you think it’s going to somehow help you become an Icon or a World champion or even a fucking blip on anyone else’s radar. After all, cookie cutter is what you know, isn’t it? I mean, it’s why you bore those fans, why the big names need to come out of retirement and save you right now, why you cling to excuses as to why the IC title has been neglected for so long. And you know what? It’s not changing really. You can kid yourself that you don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks and that you’ll do what you want when you want but that’s not the real Alex Cross, is it?
And if that’s not the real Alex Cross, how the fuck can you expect me to go around scared of you, looking over my shoulder like I have a reason to fear you when a. I am used to this position of having a target on my back and b. you’re a lot softer than I am?
He scoffs.
Icon Corbin: I wonder if you know what I even mean by that. I don’t think I’ll bother say it so blatantly, there’s no fun in that but I’ll say that you’re just a little peanut butter M&M. All tough exterior but soft on the inside. Alex I can crack that exterior and get to your soft centre, do you understand? Better than you know so if you think standing in front of a camera and issuing threats to a man like me is a smart way to conduct business, think again, sweetpea. I CAN break you down and make you wish you went to GLORY instead, Alex. I can make you wish you really are as mentally resistant as you’d have the world believe you are and maybe. Just maybe I could be in the mood to take it there. Maybe that part of me, that side that truly earned the moniker of Vicious would want to turn this shit you spew on its head and have you looking over your shoulder, having you feeling like you’re being stalked. Maybe you’re the one who needs to fucking watch his back because truth be told, you’ve been quite intent on making an enemy of me, Alex and you’ve made it clear it doesn’t stop when the bell rings either. A shame because when I decide it doesn’t either, things can go very sour for those involved…and even those who are not involved. Do your homework and see for yourself.
What’s more, Alex, unlike you, I DON’T care what people think. I never have and I don’t give a fuck what you think either. I don’t care that you consider me in your crosshair when you’re the sitting duck out there from this point on. I don’t care that you feel hard done by because you think people talk down to you when I see it perfectly justified. I don’t care that you think I need to like and accept what you are doing because it doesn’t bother me what you get up to. I’ve seen a million Alex Crosses over the years flit from image to image and the result is always the same. Where are they now, Alex? If you can’t really name or remember them, you have your answer. In the end, you’ll be no different, so if you want that main event rub, by all means, keep rubbing shoulders with me, stick close by, it’s doing YOU a favour after all, isn’t it? You can hang around me like a fly on shit for as long as you like but this title isn’t ever going to reach your waist or sit proudly on your shoulders. It’ll be that one thing in your career that will forever elude you. And trust me, we all have that one thing. I have had to accept I’ll never get that Triple Crown and have even been in matches to finally get it but some things are just not meant to be. And for you, that’s being a World champion.
But I’d worry less about a title that isn’t even yours and worry about the one that’s rusting in your not so tender loving care. And well done on thinking your hatred for me will pose an issue for your title defence against my wife. I’ll not fight her battles for her though. She’s a grown arse woman who’s beaten some very big names in this industry, including me and Nathan, you know, legitimately in a match and that was on the same night to become Lady, something your woman was practically handed in comparison. Did I say woman? I meant girl. I mean, she does favour a girl with those blueberry pancakes you probably quite like for breakfast, ay?
He groaned.
Icon Corbin: Fuck me, and I’ve done some dodgy people in my time but those who look underage?
Enough of that. Point is, you’ve just painted yourself into a very dark corner, Alex because if you’re too busy thinking about me in that match, Evalyn will punish you for it but if you concentrate too much on her, I might just be nearby and take advantage of that too. It’s not beyond me after all to use a situation like this to my own advantage just because it happens to be a match my wife is in. I bet part of her is even expecting me to want to get involved and she’ll want to give me a verbal lashing about it later but who gives a shit because either way, Crimson, you’re at a disadvantage, Alex…Well played…
He could be heard clapping accompanied by a chuckle.
Icon Corbin: And all that bears absolutely no consequence on my own match of the night. You know, Damien you got my attention, foolishly, and now not even so much as a fucking peep from you. Why is that? Why go through all the trouble of daring to stand up to me and now you have an opportunity to make use of your empty fucking words and gestures, you have nothing to say and haven’t been seen since? Hm? You talked big, almost earning you an early exit with a patented Leon beatdown already so what’s changed between stepping up to me at Aftermath and the confirmation that you will get the chance to go toe to toe with the top dog of this company? Wasn’t that what you wanted or is this just a ploy to lull me into a false sense of security? Ay? Is that it? Make me think I am in charge of the situation and then in comes Godboy lite with his minions and takes down Leon Corbin because his false God wills it so?
Fuck your intentions but this match happens anyway, be there or don’t, it doesn’t matter because the outcome will still be the same. But if you want me to take it seriously then come out of hiding and prove it to me. Make me a believer, Damien. That’s what you’re trying to do, isn’t it? Much like your story book, you’re nothing to believe in either. You know what, fuck this. I’m done talking. Crimson just needs to roll around so I can beat the fuck out of you and move on to the next and if you want to walk out of that building at all, you better pray for divine fucking intervention. Now fuck off…
The World champion could be heard but his location was unclear with the only giveaway that he could be on some kind of motorway for the rushing vehicles fading in and out.
Icon Corbin: Do not pin your own inadequacies on anyone else when it’s been entirely your own doing. It’s never been that people have been scared of you and even when you’re going round like you are right now, like you’ve got small man syndrome, they’re still not afraid, Alex. It’s always been because you just don’t have that draw, that they’re just not interested in you or what you represent. THAT is why Nathan had to come out there to save your arse at Aftermath before the fans got bored of you. THAT is why he LET you get him in such a move because, trust me, I’ve been in the ring with that man many times and it would take so much more to keep that kinda beast down. Nathan Williams MADE you that night, Alex and you won’t even give the man any credit. And while he made you, giving you cheap heat, I took it all away again. Sure, you got your licks in. And they were good too, I’ll grant you that but I’m still standing, Alex….
There’s a pause.
Icon Corbin: I’m standing and you cannot break me without breaking the law and sacrificing everything you’re so desperate to achieve so go ahead, go around, be that cookie cutter bad guy if you think it’s going to somehow help you become an Icon or a World champion or even a fucking blip on anyone else’s radar. After all, cookie cutter is what you know, isn’t it? I mean, it’s why you bore those fans, why the big names need to come out of retirement and save you right now, why you cling to excuses as to why the IC title has been neglected for so long. And you know what? It’s not changing really. You can kid yourself that you don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks and that you’ll do what you want when you want but that’s not the real Alex Cross, is it?
And if that’s not the real Alex Cross, how the fuck can you expect me to go around scared of you, looking over my shoulder like I have a reason to fear you when a. I am used to this position of having a target on my back and b. you’re a lot softer than I am?
He scoffs.
Icon Corbin: I wonder if you know what I even mean by that. I don’t think I’ll bother say it so blatantly, there’s no fun in that but I’ll say that you’re just a little peanut butter M&M. All tough exterior but soft on the inside. Alex I can crack that exterior and get to your soft centre, do you understand? Better than you know so if you think standing in front of a camera and issuing threats to a man like me is a smart way to conduct business, think again, sweetpea. I CAN break you down and make you wish you went to GLORY instead, Alex. I can make you wish you really are as mentally resistant as you’d have the world believe you are and maybe. Just maybe I could be in the mood to take it there. Maybe that part of me, that side that truly earned the moniker of Vicious would want to turn this shit you spew on its head and have you looking over your shoulder, having you feeling like you’re being stalked. Maybe you’re the one who needs to fucking watch his back because truth be told, you’ve been quite intent on making an enemy of me, Alex and you’ve made it clear it doesn’t stop when the bell rings either. A shame because when I decide it doesn’t either, things can go very sour for those involved…and even those who are not involved. Do your homework and see for yourself.
What’s more, Alex, unlike you, I DON’T care what people think. I never have and I don’t give a fuck what you think either. I don’t care that you consider me in your crosshair when you’re the sitting duck out there from this point on. I don’t care that you feel hard done by because you think people talk down to you when I see it perfectly justified. I don’t care that you think I need to like and accept what you are doing because it doesn’t bother me what you get up to. I’ve seen a million Alex Crosses over the years flit from image to image and the result is always the same. Where are they now, Alex? If you can’t really name or remember them, you have your answer. In the end, you’ll be no different, so if you want that main event rub, by all means, keep rubbing shoulders with me, stick close by, it’s doing YOU a favour after all, isn’t it? You can hang around me like a fly on shit for as long as you like but this title isn’t ever going to reach your waist or sit proudly on your shoulders. It’ll be that one thing in your career that will forever elude you. And trust me, we all have that one thing. I have had to accept I’ll never get that Triple Crown and have even been in matches to finally get it but some things are just not meant to be. And for you, that’s being a World champion.
But I’d worry less about a title that isn’t even yours and worry about the one that’s rusting in your not so tender loving care. And well done on thinking your hatred for me will pose an issue for your title defence against my wife. I’ll not fight her battles for her though. She’s a grown arse woman who’s beaten some very big names in this industry, including me and Nathan, you know, legitimately in a match and that was on the same night to become Lady, something your woman was practically handed in comparison. Did I say woman? I meant girl. I mean, she does favour a girl with those blueberry pancakes you probably quite like for breakfast, ay?
He groaned.
Icon Corbin: Fuck me, and I’ve done some dodgy people in my time but those who look underage?
Enough of that. Point is, you’ve just painted yourself into a very dark corner, Alex because if you’re too busy thinking about me in that match, Evalyn will punish you for it but if you concentrate too much on her, I might just be nearby and take advantage of that too. It’s not beyond me after all to use a situation like this to my own advantage just because it happens to be a match my wife is in. I bet part of her is even expecting me to want to get involved and she’ll want to give me a verbal lashing about it later but who gives a shit because either way, Crimson, you’re at a disadvantage, Alex…Well played…
He could be heard clapping accompanied by a chuckle.
Icon Corbin: And all that bears absolutely no consequence on my own match of the night. You know, Damien you got my attention, foolishly, and now not even so much as a fucking peep from you. Why is that? Why go through all the trouble of daring to stand up to me and now you have an opportunity to make use of your empty fucking words and gestures, you have nothing to say and haven’t been seen since? Hm? You talked big, almost earning you an early exit with a patented Leon beatdown already so what’s changed between stepping up to me at Aftermath and the confirmation that you will get the chance to go toe to toe with the top dog of this company? Wasn’t that what you wanted or is this just a ploy to lull me into a false sense of security? Ay? Is that it? Make me think I am in charge of the situation and then in comes Godboy lite with his minions and takes down Leon Corbin because his false God wills it so?
Fuck your intentions but this match happens anyway, be there or don’t, it doesn’t matter because the outcome will still be the same. But if you want me to take it seriously then come out of hiding and prove it to me. Make me a believer, Damien. That’s what you’re trying to do, isn’t it? Much like your story book, you’re nothing to believe in either. You know what, fuck this. I’m done talking. Crimson just needs to roll around so I can beat the fuck out of you and move on to the next and if you want to walk out of that building at all, you better pray for divine fucking intervention. Now fuck off…
