Post by Irvine on Aug 6, 2024 1:56:42 GMT
Alexander Irvine Promo: Tokyo Alleyway
Scene: A bustling Tokyo alleyway filled with neon lights and the hum of nightlife. Alexander Irvine, dressed in casual training gear, wipes sweat from his brow as he exits a modern gym where he just finished an intense training session preparing for the Group Stage of the J-1 Summit.. The camera follows him as he navigates through the crowd, his demeanor intense yet controlled.
Alexander Irvine: *Inhale*... *Exhale*... Welcome to Japan, the land where tradition meets innovation, and where battles are fought with honor and ferocity.
*He pauses at a ramen stand, nodding to the chef who acknowledges him with a respectful bow. Irvine’s gaze sharpens as he addresses the camera directly.*
Let's talk about my upcoming opponents. Earth Warrior. You claim to be a force for nature, like some effeminate Captain Planet child diddling knock-off. But let’s get one thing straight: when you step into the ring with me, your tree-hugging ideals won't save you from the inevitable. You're a joke, and I'll show the world that even the self-proclaimed saviors can be shattered by a true warrior.
*He continues walking, his expression one of focused determination. The camera shifts to show a vendor selling Demon Brigade merchandise. Irvine approaches, examining the items with a look of disdain.*
Merchant: Sir! Legendary rocks hold blessings. Zenki escape from entombment before first J-1 Summit! Magical properties, guaranteed! Big Strength, much power.
*Irvine picks up one of the rocks, smirking.*
Alexander Irvine: Magical properties? Really? Is this what passes for legacy? Peddling trinkets to the gullible masses? *He tosses the rock back onto the table.* Zenki, if this is your representation, you're as pathetic as this sideshow.
*He turns away from the vendor who tosses the rock at Irvine as he screams in Japanese, accidentally hitting a passing police officer. Irvine continuing his walk through the vibrant streets, his voice steady and commanding.*
As for the rest of the competition, let’s break it down. David Troy, we battle twice and here in Japan you might be "Checkmate" David Troy but your so-called prowess will crumble like a pawn under the weight of my experience.
*He stops at a vending machine and selects a can of Mike Musket's MORE MUSCLE MEGA MALT, a popular local beverage. Popping the tab, he takes a long sip, the neon lights reflecting off the can.*
AJ Knight, you may have technical prowess, but your predictability will be your undoing. I’ll be watching to see if you can maneuver through the competition without tripping over your own ego again. Rhythm Saitoh, Thunder Mask, I see potential in you making it past this stage, but remember, advancing is one thing; facing me in the next bracket is an entirely different challenge. Smooth Jazz and fan favoritism means nothing when I'm pounding your face hard enough to snap the turnbuckle.
*He takes another sip, his eyes narrowing as he considers the battles ahead.*
Here in Japan, I’ve immersed myself in more than just physical training. I’ve embraced the essence of patience, precision, and mental warfare. Each of you will face the result of that knowledge in the ring. To my future opponents, consider this your warning.
*He raises the can in a mock toast, a confident smile playing on his lips.*
To the J-1 Summit, to the battles ahead, and to the inevitable victory of Alexander Irvine. *He takes a final sip.* Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s more preparation to be done. The wolf is always at the door, and this time he plans on eating all you little piggies.
*With that, he turns and walks away, the camera following his retreating figure as he heads back into the heart of Tokyo, a final shot of the neon-lit streets framing the scene as it fades to black.*