Post by Alex Cross on Jul 10, 2015 17:05:33 GMT -6
You know it's funny. Over the past few weeks I've sat back while my name was literally drug through the mud from people I care about and people I don't give a rats ass about. Do people make mistakes in their lives? Every single day and I'm no different. Oh I'm sure if we were to ask King Leon about the mistakes in his past he'd state he never made any and why should he? Making mistakes might make him look weak or appear human and he of all people can't afford to be made look human. As for me? Yeah, I've made plenty of mistakes. So lets start at the top shall we and try and clear the air that's been clouded recently.
Standing in front of the official Heatwave banner was the former dual champion Alex Cross. He wore a red shirt with the words "Crossfire" emblazoned across the chest and a pair of jeans. The World Title he stole still sits on his right shoulder and his head is covered by a plain red baseball cap that's turned backwards. His eyes are on the camera as he almost appears to look through the lens.
This one goes to anyone out their who wants to stick their nose in my business. Jericho, Eva I'm looking at you two. You want a piece of me? You want to get in the middle of my problems with Munin then step right up. You seem to have all the answers so please let's have them. Jericho you washed up prick I've seen you sniffing around Munin nonstop since we arrived in Hong Kong doing everything you can to get her to play swallow the leader. You see what kind of vulnerable position she's in yet you're so far up her ass she can't shit without you being able to tell her what she ate for lunch. You can say all you want how you're training her for Heatwave. How you've got her best interest at heart and don't want to see her get hurt because of your fuck up. You want to know someone who has her best interest at heart? Me! Have I fucked up and done things I shouldn't? No doubt about it. But if you think for one second I'm gonna sit back and allow you to step in and play baby daddy to a kid I look at as my own. Or that I'm going to allow you to be with the woman I love you're gonna find out real quick what I'm capable of old man.
You think you know all that's going on between us? You think you know all the little details or all the shit that went on behind the scenes then I suggest you think again. Theirs stuff that Munin isn't making known to the public and that I've chosen to remain silent on. Things that are no concern to you, Eva, Leon or anyone else for that matter. But if you want to take things into your own hand and do Munin's bidding then step right up punk princess and I'll be happy to know you back on your ass. I beat you inside that ring once before and I'll be more than happy to do it once more oh Dread King.
Alex paced slowly from side to side before stopping once more to look back at the camera.
As for you Eva I understand really I do. You're on the outside looking in and seeing Munin in a very vulnerable position. You want to help and I commend you for that. But Eva this isn't your fight. Munin doesn't need you to fight her battles for her, she's a big girl and can handle her own. However, if you want to get involved over a miscommunication then so be it. I still owe you inside that ring and will be happy to collect sooner rather than later should the need arise. My suggestion? Stay out of it. Comfort her but don't dare try and take things in your own hands because I will finish you and then go on about my day as if it never happened.
As for you my dear sweet Munin...
His voice trailed as he spoke her name. It was obvious his feelings still ran deep for her as he had to pause for a moment to collect himself. He took a few deep breaths to clear his mind before finally speaking.
Things easily are blown out of proportion in this life we live. Not everything is as it seems unless it happens to you. NOTHING happened between Amanda and I the other night I promise. I slept on the couch and she slept in her room that was it. I went over to her place and we talked nothing more. I can understand misinterpreting it as being more but it wasn't I promise. As for your thoughts that maybe I was fooling around behind your back nothing could be further from the truth. I stayed faithful to you to the bitter end and have still remained faithful. Do you think this is easy on me? Do you think I like seeing you and not being able to wrap my arms around you and hold you? Do you honestly think this isn't killing me inside?
The fact that you're having these nightmares and they center around a misunderstanding breaks my heart. Munin I loved you and still do. I would never put my hands on you in anger. What happened after Battlefield: London didn't have to go down the way it did. It was childish on both our parts and should not have happened. I don't blame you but I'm sure that you blame me. If blaming me makes you feel better and helps the wounds heal then so be it, blame me all you want. But my dear please allow me to make one thing perfectly clear to you. While I love you to the moon and back I will not back down from a fight. After I win the World Title at Heatwave if you want to tangle inside that ring then so be it. I'll step through those ropes anytime anywhere and give you the fight of your life. Hell, if that's what it takes for you to realize that we belong together then bring it on!
A slight smile finally crept on his face though it was only brief.
Now finally let's address you Mr. Locke and you King Leon. First things first, Sean I don't know who taught you to time or math but they must suck. Two years ago I went into Kowloon Park and was going toe to toe with John Champa for the IC Title in a Last Man Standing match. The World Title was being contested between Leon and Jericho, not me. I didn't start going after the World Title full time until December of 2014; seven months ago. I can understand the confusion though considering how long you've been away. Honestly with all the sitting in front of a television you've been doing while rehabbing your injury I'm sure your brain must be turned into mostly mush by this point.
Sean let's get one thing perfectly clear this isn't your fight. This is between me and Leon, not you. That World Title.
He removed the title from his shoulder and held it up.
This World Title doesn't involve you right now.
He slung the title back over his right shoulder.
At Heatwave if you choose to get involved in matters that don't concern you I will end you Sean. Be smart for once in your life and don't get involved in this, just wait your turn. As for you Leon I've said plenty in regards to you. I've been addressing you since December and quite honestly I've grown tired of listening to you piss and moan about how disappointed you are with this company. For the past seven months you've been in repeat mode about how underutilized you feel and how this company would be dead without you. Yet you refuse to leave. You threaten and threaten to leave because you can't compete how you want to. How you can't say what you want to for fear of running people off. You can't do and say what you want because you aren't the same Leon you were. You aren't Vicious Leon you aren't Neon Leon or whatever other stupid moniker you want to call yourself. You're nothing more than just plain old Leon Corbin.
I've seen and taken your best in the ring yet I'm still standing. I've listened to your best on the mic and I'm still listening. At Heatwave you will see my best and it will cost you everything! The whole world will finally see that I am everything I swore I was from day fucking one. I am as great as I say I am and you will witness that first hand when I stand over your broken body clutching that World Title. And no addition of Sean Locke, John Champa or fucking Bulk Bogan with stop that from happening. The Cross era begins in nine days and you can bank on it!
He turned and left as the scene faded.
Standing in front of the official Heatwave banner was the former dual champion Alex Cross. He wore a red shirt with the words "Crossfire" emblazoned across the chest and a pair of jeans. The World Title he stole still sits on his right shoulder and his head is covered by a plain red baseball cap that's turned backwards. His eyes are on the camera as he almost appears to look through the lens.
This one goes to anyone out their who wants to stick their nose in my business. Jericho, Eva I'm looking at you two. You want a piece of me? You want to get in the middle of my problems with Munin then step right up. You seem to have all the answers so please let's have them. Jericho you washed up prick I've seen you sniffing around Munin nonstop since we arrived in Hong Kong doing everything you can to get her to play swallow the leader. You see what kind of vulnerable position she's in yet you're so far up her ass she can't shit without you being able to tell her what she ate for lunch. You can say all you want how you're training her for Heatwave. How you've got her best interest at heart and don't want to see her get hurt because of your fuck up. You want to know someone who has her best interest at heart? Me! Have I fucked up and done things I shouldn't? No doubt about it. But if you think for one second I'm gonna sit back and allow you to step in and play baby daddy to a kid I look at as my own. Or that I'm going to allow you to be with the woman I love you're gonna find out real quick what I'm capable of old man.
You think you know all that's going on between us? You think you know all the little details or all the shit that went on behind the scenes then I suggest you think again. Theirs stuff that Munin isn't making known to the public and that I've chosen to remain silent on. Things that are no concern to you, Eva, Leon or anyone else for that matter. But if you want to take things into your own hand and do Munin's bidding then step right up punk princess and I'll be happy to know you back on your ass. I beat you inside that ring once before and I'll be more than happy to do it once more oh Dread King.
Alex paced slowly from side to side before stopping once more to look back at the camera.
As for you Eva I understand really I do. You're on the outside looking in and seeing Munin in a very vulnerable position. You want to help and I commend you for that. But Eva this isn't your fight. Munin doesn't need you to fight her battles for her, she's a big girl and can handle her own. However, if you want to get involved over a miscommunication then so be it. I still owe you inside that ring and will be happy to collect sooner rather than later should the need arise. My suggestion? Stay out of it. Comfort her but don't dare try and take things in your own hands because I will finish you and then go on about my day as if it never happened.
As for you my dear sweet Munin...
His voice trailed as he spoke her name. It was obvious his feelings still ran deep for her as he had to pause for a moment to collect himself. He took a few deep breaths to clear his mind before finally speaking.
Things easily are blown out of proportion in this life we live. Not everything is as it seems unless it happens to you. NOTHING happened between Amanda and I the other night I promise. I slept on the couch and she slept in her room that was it. I went over to her place and we talked nothing more. I can understand misinterpreting it as being more but it wasn't I promise. As for your thoughts that maybe I was fooling around behind your back nothing could be further from the truth. I stayed faithful to you to the bitter end and have still remained faithful. Do you think this is easy on me? Do you think I like seeing you and not being able to wrap my arms around you and hold you? Do you honestly think this isn't killing me inside?
The fact that you're having these nightmares and they center around a misunderstanding breaks my heart. Munin I loved you and still do. I would never put my hands on you in anger. What happened after Battlefield: London didn't have to go down the way it did. It was childish on both our parts and should not have happened. I don't blame you but I'm sure that you blame me. If blaming me makes you feel better and helps the wounds heal then so be it, blame me all you want. But my dear please allow me to make one thing perfectly clear to you. While I love you to the moon and back I will not back down from a fight. After I win the World Title at Heatwave if you want to tangle inside that ring then so be it. I'll step through those ropes anytime anywhere and give you the fight of your life. Hell, if that's what it takes for you to realize that we belong together then bring it on!
A slight smile finally crept on his face though it was only brief.
Now finally let's address you Mr. Locke and you King Leon. First things first, Sean I don't know who taught you to time or math but they must suck. Two years ago I went into Kowloon Park and was going toe to toe with John Champa for the IC Title in a Last Man Standing match. The World Title was being contested between Leon and Jericho, not me. I didn't start going after the World Title full time until December of 2014; seven months ago. I can understand the confusion though considering how long you've been away. Honestly with all the sitting in front of a television you've been doing while rehabbing your injury I'm sure your brain must be turned into mostly mush by this point.
Sean let's get one thing perfectly clear this isn't your fight. This is between me and Leon, not you. That World Title.
He removed the title from his shoulder and held it up.
This World Title doesn't involve you right now.
He slung the title back over his right shoulder.
At Heatwave if you choose to get involved in matters that don't concern you I will end you Sean. Be smart for once in your life and don't get involved in this, just wait your turn. As for you Leon I've said plenty in regards to you. I've been addressing you since December and quite honestly I've grown tired of listening to you piss and moan about how disappointed you are with this company. For the past seven months you've been in repeat mode about how underutilized you feel and how this company would be dead without you. Yet you refuse to leave. You threaten and threaten to leave because you can't compete how you want to. How you can't say what you want to for fear of running people off. You can't do and say what you want because you aren't the same Leon you were. You aren't Vicious Leon you aren't Neon Leon or whatever other stupid moniker you want to call yourself. You're nothing more than just plain old Leon Corbin.
I've seen and taken your best in the ring yet I'm still standing. I've listened to your best on the mic and I'm still listening. At Heatwave you will see my best and it will cost you everything! The whole world will finally see that I am everything I swore I was from day fucking one. I am as great as I say I am and you will witness that first hand when I stand over your broken body clutching that World Title. And no addition of Sean Locke, John Champa or fucking Bulk Bogan with stop that from happening. The Cross era begins in nine days and you can bank on it!
He turned and left as the scene faded.
