Post by Irvine on Jul 19, 2024 23:15:01 GMT
ALEXANDER IRVINE PRESS CONFERENCE TRANSCRIPT:
Press conference room: filled with fans and reporters. Alexander Irvine stands at the podium, wearing a black hoodie with "The Unnatural" across his chest. The crowd is a mix of eager anticipation and nervous energy.
Alexander Irvine: [sternly] Before we dive into the maelstrom that is the J-1 Summit, let me address the elephant in the room. Yes, I see the new faces, the so-called "Global Fighters," who have waltzed into our sacred ground, thinking they can measure up to the titans of MAX-J. It’s laughable, really. Like children playing with fire, unaware they’re about to be scorched.
The crowd murmurs, a mix of agreement and discontent as they elbow one another. Some of the MAX-J Ambassadors nod and smirk. All of the Global Heroes glare at Irvine like snipers through a scope.
Alexander Irvine: [pointing to his hoodie] Look at this. "The Unnatural." It's not just a moniker. It's a statement, a promise. It stands for everything I embody in that ring. It is a testament to the pain and precision I bring to every match. I give my entire soul every time I walk into that ring and I promise to drag all of yours through that same fire.
The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and subtle claps.
Alexander Irvine: Now, on to the matter of Zenki. The so-called "Emperor." What an absurd moniker for a man who hides behind a mask. This isn’t the first time Zenki, you are a relic of a bygone era and a hollow shell of your former self clinging to the past glories. Your time has come and gone. When the bell rings, the world will witness the dismantling of your legacy, piece by piece.
The crowd's reaction is intense, with Zenki's fans shouting in protest while Irvine's supporters cheer louder. Japanese fans in “Shin Demon Brigade” gear stare menacingly through Irvine.
Alexander Irvine: [raising his hand to quiet the crowd] But I’m not here to merely vent my disdain. No, I am here to enlighten. The J-1 Summit is not just another tournament. It's a crucible, where the mettle of men is tested. For those new to our ranks, heed my words: this isn’t just about strength or skill. It’s about willpower, intellect, and the capacity to endure the unendurable.
The crowd listens intently, divided in their loyalties.
Alexander Irvine: As I stand here, I can feel the division in this crowd. Some of you see the truth in my words, recognizing the inevitable triumph that awaits me. Others, blinded by national pride and sentiment, hold on to the hope that Zenki will somehow pull off a miracle. To those fans, I say: keep dreaming. Your delusions will make my victory all the sweeter.
The crowd's reaction is a mix of boos and cheers, the tension palpable.
Alexander Irvine: [scoffing] Let's address the new recruits, the so-called "Global Fighters." They come with their reputations, their accolades from far-flung corners of the globe. They think they can walk into MAX-J and command respect. But respect is earned in this ring, through blood, sweat, and tears. And rest assured, I will extract all three from every one of them.
The crowd is now fully engaged, some cheering wildly, others jeering loudly.
Alexander Irvine: Some might call this arrogance. I call it certainty. I have walked through fire, faced demons in human form, and displayed the scars proudly. The likes of these new fighters, these pretenders, do not intimidate me. They amuse me. They provide fodder for my unending campaign of dominance.
Irvine pauses, letting the crowd's noise settle before continuing.
Alexander Irvine: [smirking] Let’s stir the pot a bit, shall we? I extend a challenge to any of these newcomers. Step into the ring with me. Test your mettle against the man known as The Unnatural. See how far your bravado takes you before it crumbles under the weight of reality. The first to accept will have the honor of being my example, my message to the world that Alexander Irvine is not to be trifled with.
The crowd is in an uproar, divided and fervent.
Alexander Irvine: (calmly, with a hint of menace) So, fans of MAX-J, prepare yourselves. The J-1 Summit is upon us. Savor these moments of anticipation, for they are the calm before the storm. When the dust settles, you will see, as you always have, that there is only one man left standing tall, his arm raised in undeniable victory: Alexander Irvine.
The crowd's reaction is explosive, a cacophony of cheers, boos, and fervent chants. The camera zooms in on Irvine's determined face as the scene fades to black.