Post by Irvine on Jul 19, 2024 1:56:54 GMT
(A luxurious suite at the top of a Tokyo hotel, opulent with panoramic views of the city, plush furnishings, and a bar stocked with the finest liquors. Irvine sits on a leather armchair, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes dark and contemplative. Across from him, lounging on a couch with a cigar in his mouth, is his manager, Wes Chubbman. Wes, with his slicked-back hair, gaudy gold rings, and an air of sleazy confidence, embodies the underhanded businessman, always scheming, always plotting.)
Chubbman: (taking a long drag from his cigar, blowing the smoke into the air with a chuckle) You know, Alex, this place really suits us. Kings of the wrestling world, living it up in the Land of the Rising Son. It’s a damn shame Julian couldn’t be here to see it. BLACK Lion’s Road, baby—those were the days.
Irvine: (eyes flicking over to Wes, a slight smirk on his lips) Yeah, those were the days. Julian and I tore through every tag team that dared to step into the ring with us. But that’s the past, Wes. The J-1 Summit is the future.
Chubbman: (nodding, his grin widening) You’re right, you’re right. But a little nostalgia never hurt anyone. Remember that match in Tokyo? The crowd was eating out of our hands, and we left those Japanese boys in pieces. Julian with dismantling kicks and you with your brute force. Unstoppable.
Irvine: (taking a sip of his whiskey, the liquid burning a path down his throat) Unstoppable, sure. But now, it’s about proving once again that I’m the best. This J-1 Summit is filled with pretenders, men who think they can stand up to me. They’ve got another thing coming.
Chubbman: (leaning forward, a conspiratorial glint in his eye) You’ve got this, Alex. They may be younger, faster, even more technically skilled, but they lack your experience, your ruthlessness. And with me handling the business side, making sure everything runs… smoothly, we can’t lose.
Irvine: (smirk widening) Just keep your dirty tricks subtle, Wes. I don’t need any distractions. When I step into that ring, I want to tear them apart on my own terms.
Chubbman: (laughing, a sound that is more sinister than jovial) Subtle is my middle name baby. But seriously, Alex, you’ve got to play up the angle. These fans eat it up. They love the bad guy, the anti-hero. Give them a show they’ll never forget. You got to get into the minds of these boys, some of them ain’t ever gotten into the ring with you.
Irvine: (leaning back, his eyes piercing) Oh, they’ll get a show, all right. They’ll see what happens when you put a legend in the ring with a bunch of wannabes. I’ll give them a nice view from the top before I toss them down the trash shoot, they crawled from.
Chubbman: (raising his cigar in a mock toast) To domination, to the J-1 Summit, and to the legacy of Alexander Irvine.
Irvine: (clinking his glass against Wes’s cigar, the sound a quiet promise of the carnage to come) To domination.
Chubbman: (laughing, the sound oily and self-assured) That’s the spirit, Alex. And hey, if things get a little rough, you know I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. Nothing major, just a little insurance.
Irvine: (expression one of mild tolerance) Just don’t get in my way, Wes. I don’t need your insurance. I’ve got everything I need right here.
(He taps his head and finally his fist, the message clear. Wes nods, understanding perfectly.)
Chubbman: You’ve got it, champ. I’m just here to make sure everything runs smoothly.
(As the night wears on, they continue to talk, their conversation drifting from the upcoming matches to the glory days of BLACK Lion’s Road Bom-Ba-Ye, each memory a testament to their shared history. Despite Irvine’s disdain for Wes’s antics, there is a grudging respect for the man who has been by his side through countless battles.)
(But as the lights of Tokyo glitter outside, one thing is clear—Alexander Irvine is ready to dominate the J-1 Summit, and woe betide anyone who stands in his way. With Wes Chubbman’s underhanded support and Irvine’s unmatched ferocity, the wrestling world is about to witness a master at work.)