Do Not Wake A Sleeping Dragon
Jul 12, 2015 16:58:10 GMT -6
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Post by Rob on Jul 12, 2015 16:58:10 GMT -6
"You want to talk about mistakes? Fine..."
That voice. The deep, raspy voice with an accent, could only belong to one man. As a light flickers on, we see Jericho Cross leaning against a Heatwave banner, hands in the pockets of his dark jeans. Looking up from the ground to the camera, we can see he is less than amused.
Jericho: Let's talk mistakes then, shall we? Your mistakes make you human. You didn't mean it. Everyone's butting in. We're all being mean to you. Poor little Alex, the victim.
He gives a derisive snort as he becomes increasingly annoyed.
Jericho: You accused me of a few things and people have been asking when I plan to reply. I wasn't initially convinced I needed to. Why should a lion concern himself with the opinions of sheep? But you know what? You're still young, ignorant. So maybe you just don't know better.
He takes a moment to cool himself down, figuratively speaking. Clearly, something has rubbed him up the wrong way.
Jericho: You concerned about me being around Munin? Tough shit. I've known her longer than you, you don't get to tell me when I can and can't approach her. Speaking of which, did it ever occur to you to actually ask Munin what she wanted? Hmm? That maybe I actually do have her interests at heart? I mean, one of us had to.
He steps forward, no longer leaning on the banner of the promo room he had sneaked his way into.
Jericho: I'm training her to fight Clan Mayhem. What did you do again, Alex? Ah, yes, you fed her to them! Still up on that high horse? You want to talk about my fuck up? Let's!
There is a familiar glare in his eyes, lasting but a second before he pulls it back.
Jericho: Yes, I'm the one who brought them here, to this company. Know why I did it? Because unfamiliar faces walking in, looking to tear it all down might have woken people up from their complacency, your complacency! Alex Cross, the great Intercontinental champion. You got attacked and what did you do? Same as most of the roster, you rolled over and played dead!
Clan Mayhem were, unknown to them, brought in as a sacrifice, lbs to the slaughter. I served them up on a platter, ready for GZW to cut them down, run them out, and you couldn't even do that! Big, bad Alex Cross, who never fought back, or may as well not have done. Then, it looks like it's in the bag, that it will finally happen and Kolic fucks it. And here I am, ready to clean up my own mess.
Slowly shaking his head, the former two-time World Champion exhales hard through his nose.
Jericho: And see, there's the big difference between us. I'm stepping in to deal with the consequences, instead of whining about it. I'm doing something about it instead of using hollow gestures and trying to call out retired Globalstars, you fucking pansy. You won't allow me to be with Munin? Not your choice to make, dumbfuck. As for your relationship with the youngster, that's between the two of you.
But to then say you'll show me what you're capable of? I already know, and you don't impress. Pick a fight with me and you're a goner. In that ring, I'd fight to get a three count, a submission, a ten count. Outside of it is, and always has been a different story. Outside, I disable, as I was trained to do.
Getting closer to the camera, he stares into the lens, his face set like stone.
Jericho: Talking like Nathan Williams doesn't make you like him. I'll bet my last dollar he wouldn't go for Angel's throat in an argument. He wouldn't let a desire for gold fuck up his life and blame others for it. Williams wouldn't whine like a bitch if things went bad. If you want to crawl out of the shadow he casts over you, then you have a lot to learn, little boy. You want to play the bad guy? You want the bad boy role? Then you have to deal with all that comes with it.
He scowls at the camera, sickened by the provocation.
Jericho: You do not dictate to me. You're just a boy playing a game he doesn't know the rules to. Smarten up and do it fast. And you, Kolic? I brought them in, I can take them back out. You owe a lot of debts, and as soon as Clan Mayhem are gone, people will be very eager to collect. You should have been more careful.
Without another word, he turns and walks away, leaving the room with far less subtlety than was used to get in.
That voice. The deep, raspy voice with an accent, could only belong to one man. As a light flickers on, we see Jericho Cross leaning against a Heatwave banner, hands in the pockets of his dark jeans. Looking up from the ground to the camera, we can see he is less than amused.
Jericho: Let's talk mistakes then, shall we? Your mistakes make you human. You didn't mean it. Everyone's butting in. We're all being mean to you. Poor little Alex, the victim.
He gives a derisive snort as he becomes increasingly annoyed.
Jericho: You accused me of a few things and people have been asking when I plan to reply. I wasn't initially convinced I needed to. Why should a lion concern himself with the opinions of sheep? But you know what? You're still young, ignorant. So maybe you just don't know better.
He takes a moment to cool himself down, figuratively speaking. Clearly, something has rubbed him up the wrong way.
Jericho: You concerned about me being around Munin? Tough shit. I've known her longer than you, you don't get to tell me when I can and can't approach her. Speaking of which, did it ever occur to you to actually ask Munin what she wanted? Hmm? That maybe I actually do have her interests at heart? I mean, one of us had to.
He steps forward, no longer leaning on the banner of the promo room he had sneaked his way into.
Jericho: I'm training her to fight Clan Mayhem. What did you do again, Alex? Ah, yes, you fed her to them! Still up on that high horse? You want to talk about my fuck up? Let's!
There is a familiar glare in his eyes, lasting but a second before he pulls it back.
Jericho: Yes, I'm the one who brought them here, to this company. Know why I did it? Because unfamiliar faces walking in, looking to tear it all down might have woken people up from their complacency, your complacency! Alex Cross, the great Intercontinental champion. You got attacked and what did you do? Same as most of the roster, you rolled over and played dead!
Clan Mayhem were, unknown to them, brought in as a sacrifice, lbs to the slaughter. I served them up on a platter, ready for GZW to cut them down, run them out, and you couldn't even do that! Big, bad Alex Cross, who never fought back, or may as well not have done. Then, it looks like it's in the bag, that it will finally happen and Kolic fucks it. And here I am, ready to clean up my own mess.
Slowly shaking his head, the former two-time World Champion exhales hard through his nose.
Jericho: And see, there's the big difference between us. I'm stepping in to deal with the consequences, instead of whining about it. I'm doing something about it instead of using hollow gestures and trying to call out retired Globalstars, you fucking pansy. You won't allow me to be with Munin? Not your choice to make, dumbfuck. As for your relationship with the youngster, that's between the two of you.
But to then say you'll show me what you're capable of? I already know, and you don't impress. Pick a fight with me and you're a goner. In that ring, I'd fight to get a three count, a submission, a ten count. Outside of it is, and always has been a different story. Outside, I disable, as I was trained to do.
Getting closer to the camera, he stares into the lens, his face set like stone.
Jericho: Talking like Nathan Williams doesn't make you like him. I'll bet my last dollar he wouldn't go for Angel's throat in an argument. He wouldn't let a desire for gold fuck up his life and blame others for it. Williams wouldn't whine like a bitch if things went bad. If you want to crawl out of the shadow he casts over you, then you have a lot to learn, little boy. You want to play the bad guy? You want the bad boy role? Then you have to deal with all that comes with it.
He scowls at the camera, sickened by the provocation.
Jericho: You do not dictate to me. You're just a boy playing a game he doesn't know the rules to. Smarten up and do it fast. And you, Kolic? I brought them in, I can take them back out. You owe a lot of debts, and as soon as Clan Mayhem are gone, people will be very eager to collect. You should have been more careful.
Without another word, he turns and walks away, leaving the room with far less subtlety than was used to get in.
