Post by Alex Cross on Jul 2, 2015 23:11:02 GMT -6
Bullshit!
A large trashcan comes flying into the scene and smashes against a nearby wall sending what little garbage was inside raining down to the ground. The former dual champion is obviously not in the greatest of moods as he stepped into his hotel suite kicking garbage along the way.
I have a signed contract for a Highway to Hell match against Leon Corbin at Heatwave. No where on that contract does it say anything about Sean Locke or triple threat. This mother fucker disappears for almost a fucking year only to come back and get shoved down the throats of everyone! He doesn't deserve another shot at that World Title and he sure as shit doesn't deserve to be in the main event at Heatwave. I fucking earned that spot not him!
Spit flew from the mouth of the young Alex Cross as he paced back and forth, running his fingers threw his hair.
For months it's been back and forth between Leon and I, not Sean Locke. At no point in the past eight months or so has Sean fucking Locke even been thought about much less brought up. Now all of a sudden it's deemed proper to not only scrap an agreed upon stipulation between two people but add a third. Why? With what fucking logic? Is it because he's earned a spot in the main event? No! Who's been here over the past eight months fighting tooth and nail taking everything thrown at him while trying to win that title? Me! Who's been sitting at home eating Bon-Bon's and watching soap operas while getting fat because they're having to rehab an injury? Sean Locke!
He hasn't been here putting asses in seats for eight months! He hasn't been showing up week after week night after night wrestling for the past eight months. He hasn't been putting his all into this company for the past eight months, watching the continual revolving door of talent. What's he been doing? Dropping little vignettes saying "Be back soon" even though he had no plans of coming back until he was caught up on General Hospital and his DVR was empty.
It was obvious Alex was having a hard time keeping himself calm as he continued to pace, his hands resting on his hips.
Sean Locke you better pray you and I don't cross paths between now and Heatwave because I promise I'll kill you. This is between Leon and I, not you. Heatwave isn't about you Sean, it's never been about you. It's about Leon and I finishing this once and for all. It's about me getting my hands on Leon and finally becoming the World Champion at his expense! Proving to him and to the world that I am the greatest and that it's me that sits on the top of the fucking mountain! No where in that do you factor in Sean and I promise you still won't if we cross paths. I'll send you packing for good so you can go back to your soaps and not have to worry about those of us who actually still give a shit about this place. Fuck you!
Without another word Alex turned and left the room.
A large trashcan comes flying into the scene and smashes against a nearby wall sending what little garbage was inside raining down to the ground. The former dual champion is obviously not in the greatest of moods as he stepped into his hotel suite kicking garbage along the way.
I have a signed contract for a Highway to Hell match against Leon Corbin at Heatwave. No where on that contract does it say anything about Sean Locke or triple threat. This mother fucker disappears for almost a fucking year only to come back and get shoved down the throats of everyone! He doesn't deserve another shot at that World Title and he sure as shit doesn't deserve to be in the main event at Heatwave. I fucking earned that spot not him!
Spit flew from the mouth of the young Alex Cross as he paced back and forth, running his fingers threw his hair.
For months it's been back and forth between Leon and I, not Sean Locke. At no point in the past eight months or so has Sean fucking Locke even been thought about much less brought up. Now all of a sudden it's deemed proper to not only scrap an agreed upon stipulation between two people but add a third. Why? With what fucking logic? Is it because he's earned a spot in the main event? No! Who's been here over the past eight months fighting tooth and nail taking everything thrown at him while trying to win that title? Me! Who's been sitting at home eating Bon-Bon's and watching soap operas while getting fat because they're having to rehab an injury? Sean Locke!
He hasn't been here putting asses in seats for eight months! He hasn't been showing up week after week night after night wrestling for the past eight months. He hasn't been putting his all into this company for the past eight months, watching the continual revolving door of talent. What's he been doing? Dropping little vignettes saying "Be back soon" even though he had no plans of coming back until he was caught up on General Hospital and his DVR was empty.
It was obvious Alex was having a hard time keeping himself calm as he continued to pace, his hands resting on his hips.
Sean Locke you better pray you and I don't cross paths between now and Heatwave because I promise I'll kill you. This is between Leon and I, not you. Heatwave isn't about you Sean, it's never been about you. It's about Leon and I finishing this once and for all. It's about me getting my hands on Leon and finally becoming the World Champion at his expense! Proving to him and to the world that I am the greatest and that it's me that sits on the top of the fucking mountain! No where in that do you factor in Sean and I promise you still won't if we cross paths. I'll send you packing for good so you can go back to your soaps and not have to worry about those of us who actually still give a shit about this place. Fuck you!
Without another word Alex turned and left the room.
