Press Team Growing?

*The scene opens backstage at the Mirai Dome, in a dimly lit interview area where the buzz of the crowd still echoes faintly through the walls. A sleek banner of the J1 Summit is draped behind the set, flanked by two tall lights casting sharp shadows. Jean A. Udo stands with a microphone in hand, her posture sharp and focused, like a blade ready to strike. She’s dressed in a crisp, professional suit that commands respect. To her right, Wes Chubbman leans casually against the wall, his tie loosened and a predatory grin on his face. His slicked-back hair gleams under the lights, and there’s an air of greasy confidence about him that’s as off-putting as it is undeniable. Alexander Irvine, ‘The Unnatural,’ stands to her left, arms crossed, his expression stoic and focused, the veteran warrior sizing up the battlefield.*

Jean A. Udo: *her voice crisp and determined, eyes fixed on Irvine* "Alexander, Wes, thank you both for joining me. We’ve reached the final day of the group stage in the J1 Summit, and the tension couldn’t be higher. Alexander, you’ve had a strong showing, but with David Troy standing above you in Block D and AJ Knight solidifying his position in Block B, how are you feeling about your performance and what lies ahead?"

Wes Chubbman: *smirking, cutting in before Irvine can speak* "Look, Jeannie—can I call you Jeannie?—what you’re looking at here is the culmination of years of blood, sweat, and very particular, very expensive training methods that you just can’t get anywhere else. My guy, Alex here, is the business. And Troy? AJ Knight? They’re just mid carders on the road to greatness. You see, I’ve made sure that—"

Alexander Irvine: *interrupting Chubbman, his voice low and firm, carrying the weight of experience* "Wes, shut up for a minute. Let’s get one thing straight, Jean. I don’t need anyone to speak for me, least of all someone who spends more time chasing skirts than actually understanding what happens inside that ring."

*Chubbman’s smirk falters slightly, but he quickly recovers, his greasy charm sliding back into place.*

Alexander Irvine: *turning his gaze directly to the camera, his expression hardening* "This Summit, Jean, it’s not about who talks the loudest, or who can throw the biggest punch outside the ring. It’s about legacy. It’s about proving, match after match, that when you step into that ring with me, you’re stepping into the ring with the best. Now, Troy… I’ll give the man his due. He’s been dominant, and he’s got the points to prove it. But dominance is temporary, and the Summit? It doesn’t crown champions on Day 5. It’s a marathon, not a sprint, and by the time we’re done, Troy will know exactly who the real king of this mountain is."

Jean A. Udo: *nodding, her tone relentless as she presses on* "And what about AJ Knight? He’s made it clear that he’s gunning for the top, and with his recent victory over Thunder Mask, he’s certainly making waves. You two have a storied history—where does that leave you now?"

Wes Chubbman: *snorting, his disdain palpable* "AJ Knight is a fluke, Jean. A flash in the pan. A drama queen. I mean, the guy can’t even weight-in at CRUISERWORLD without a scandal, and we’re supposed to take him seriously? Please. When Alex gets his hands on him, we’re going to see exactly what happens when an amateur steps into the ring with a pro."

Alexander Irvine: *his eyes narrowing, his voice cutting through Chubbman’s bluster* "AJ Knight…We’ve gone at it before, and trust me, it’s far from over. But unlike Wes here, I don’t underestimate anyone. Especially not a guy who’s managed to claw his way to where he is now. But let’s be real—AJ Knight’s victory over Thunder Mask? Impressive, sure. But we’re not the same, Knight and I. He fights for validation, for the crowd’s approval. Me? I fight to destroy, to dismantle everything in front of me. And when the time comes, AJ Knight will remember exactly why he hates me—because deep down, he knows he’ll never be what I am."

*Jean’s eyes flick between the two men, sensing the tension between them but pressing on.*

Jean A. Udo: *leaning in slightly, her voice steady* "And what about the others, Alexander? Tiger Mask Red, METAL HERO… even ZENKI, who has been relentless in his pursuit of victory?"

Alexander Irvine: *pausing, considering his words carefully* "Tiger Mask Red… there’s a man with experience, a man who’s seen it all. But he’s showing cracks, and when the pressure’s on, I don’t know if he can hold up. METAL HERO? He’s an anomaly, something different. But at the end of the day, even metal bends under enough force. As for ZENKI… I see a demon who fights with the weight of history on his shoulders. A man like that is dangerous, but history doesn’t win matches—fighters do. I respect him, but respect won’t stop me from breaking the soul of Japan if we cross paths."

*Chubbman shifts, sensing his moment to add something, but Irvine speaks before he can get a word in.*

Alexander Irvine: *his tone final, commanding* "Jean, you want to know how I feel about this Summit? I feel ready. I feel like every match has brought me closer to what I was born to do—win. So let Troy sit on his high horse, let AJ Knight gloat over his victories. When the dust settles, there’s only going to be one name etched into the history of this Summit. And it won’t be because Wes here told you so—it’ll be because I earned it, every damn step of the way."

*Jean nods, her expression hard as she locks eyes with Irvine, who stands resolute, unflinching. Chubbman, visibly irritated at being sidelined, forces a grin and awkwardly claps Irvine on the back. The camera lingers on Irvine’s determined face before fading to black, leaving the echoes of his words hanging in the air.*