Post by Irvine on Aug 21, 2024 20:00:56 GMT
[Scene: Backstage Interview Setup - The camera focuses on Jean A. Udo, a striking figure with paralyzingly blue eyes that seem to bore into the souls of everyone she interviews. She stands in front of a backdrop adorned with logos of the J1 Summit, ready to engage in a post-match discussion with Alexander Irvine. The tension is palpable as Irvine, fresh off his latest victory, approaches with an air of calculated confidence. Udo, unflinching, readies her microphone as the interview begins.]
Jean A. Udo: "Alexander, you've had quite a journey in this tournament. Three matches, two victories, and one notable loss to David Troy. The fans, and I'm sure AJ Knight himself, are eager to hear your thoughts on these matches, especially considering AJ's recent comments about you. Let's start with your victory over Earth Warrior. It was a hard-fought battle, yet you emerged victorious. How do you feel about that win?"*
Alexander Irvine: (His smirk is that of a predator, his voice smooth yet laced with a sharp edge.) "Earth Warrior... what can I say? A man with more heart than sense. He came in with his high-energy, aerial nonsense, thinking he could outmaneuver me. But there's a simple truth in combat, Jean—physics doesn’t lie. You can throw yourself around the ring like a circus act, but at the end of the day, it's precision and power that decide the outcome. He felt the sting of reality when my fist connected with his liver, a pain that grounded his flights of fancy. The Flawless Plex was just the nail in his coffin. He’s lucky it ended the way it did—walking out with his pride somewhat intact instead of being wheeled out on a stretcher."
Jean A. Udo: (Unphased, she presses on.) "But then there's your match against David Troy. A quick submission loss in the first round. Some would say that might have exposed a weakness. How do you respond to that?"
Alexander Irvine: (His eyes narrow, and his voice drops an octave, dripping with disdain.) "A weakness, Jean? I’ve spent decades in the most brutal arenas—MMA, wrestling, combat sports where there’s no mercy. Sometimes you get caught, sometimes you don’t. Troy found an opening, and I'll give the devil his due—he took advantage. But don't think for a second that a quick submission means anything in the grand scheme. I've taken down tougher men than Troy, and I’ll do it again if we cross paths. A momentary lapse doesn't define a man; it’s how he responds to it. And as you saw against Hayato Hamada, I responded the way I always do—by breaking my opponent down piece by piece until there’s nothing left but submission or unconsciousness."
Jean A. Udo: (Her gaze sharpens as she steers the conversation to its inevitable destination.) "That brings us to AJ Knight. He’s been vocal about his disdain for you, calling you a relic of an era that should be left behind, even taking shots at your use of TRT. He claims your feud is emblematic of a generational struggle, a fight for the future of the sport. What's your take on his words?"
Alexander Irvine: (The smirk returns, but this time it's colder, more calculating.) "AJ Knight. The self-proclaimed future of this sport, yet all he does is talk about the past. He’s so desperate to prove he’s better, that he’s the evolution of wrestling, but all he does is recycle the same tired lines. 'Old man yelling at clouds,' he says. The irony is lost on him, Jean. He’s so consumed with tearing down what came before him that he forgets the foundation he stands on was built by men like me. Without us, there is no AJ Knight—just another faceless rookie minded loser lost in the shuffle.
As for his shots at my TRT. I'm glad the only think his "heroic" mind can think of to attack me on is a medical intervention. He’s aging just like the rest of us, and soon he'll be the same age as when we started this little song and dance between us, but he’s terrified because he knows his time is limited unlike mine. I’ve embraced every aspect of who I am, even the parts that age and time try to take away. AJ’s still clinging to his youth, pretending he’s invincible, but the cracks are showing. He’s got the nerve to talk about evolution? The only thing he’s evolving into is the next washed-up veteran who’s bitter that the spotlight isn’t as bright as it once was. The best he'll ever be is a gate keeper in a federation full of chicken headed clowns and salmonella."
Jean A. Udo: (Her tone is relentless, driving the interview to its climax.) "AJ believes the J1 Summit will be where you both settle this, where your visions for the sport collide. Are you prepared for that confrontation?"
Alexander Irvine: (He leans in closer to the mic, his voice a low growl.) "Prepared? I’ve been ready for this for years. AJ thinks this is about generational change, about old versus new. But this isn’t a clash of ideals—it’s survival of the fittest. AJ wants to evolve the sport? Let him try. But he’ll find out that evolution isn’t about who talks the loudest or who has the freshest face. It’s about who can adapt, who can endure, who can survive the longest. And when it’s all said and done, when AJ Knight is lying broken in the ring, he’ll understand one thing: I’m not just the past or the present—I am the constant. The force that endures. He’ll either evolve into a memory or adapt to reality. Either way, Jean, I’ll be the one standing tall."
[The camera lingers on Irvine’s steely gaze before cutting to black.]