*Alex bowen is setting in a empty Wzcw locker room on a black puffy folding chair. He is in black ripped shorts and a black cutoff shirt that says alex bowen on it. There seems to be a bit of a scowl on his face as he reaches in his pocket and brings out a hair tye and puts his hair back and begins to talk.*
Alex- Well well well folkes, Another day another loss, Some people might get pissed off at losing, But what I see it as is a futile attempt by a little shit to try and fuck me over constantly. A loss is a loss no doubt, But serously can he make up his mind, First he wants to fight me then he sends whatever the hell his name?
*alex snaps his fingers and has a puzzled look on his face*
Alex- Jessie was it? Hell I don't know, All I know is that was a bitch move dude, Man why say you've been constantly beating my ass when your cronies have been doing your work for you? Shit dude thats prety pitiful. And you think your better than me. Fuck man please even Rios would lose if he had 3 dumbasses fucking with him week after week.
*alex reaches back and pulls out a long bag and drops it down on the floor.*
Alex- In that bag lays the answer to my problem. The answer to my problem with your fucking cronies bro. They wanna continue to fuck with me and Wzcw will be paying there hospital bills.
*alex reaches down and unzips the bag and pulls out a small black barbed wire baseball bat and holds it up and smiles.*
Alex- Ahhh cold steel, All a man could ever really want . Its gonna come from hope protection to denting sculls. Because the next time you fuckin sick your dogs on me i'm going to give them 32 inches of cold steel reality buddie. And if you wanna come back and rock with me , I'll gladly give you a taste of this wood man. Because i'm sick of the threats on my life from you.
*alex drops the bat at his feet and gets up and points at the camera and with a pissed off look in his face he says this*
Alex- No man or woman has ever pissed me off to the extent you have you damn peace of excrament. You sersously enjoy pissing me off don't you? I saw your shitty little promo you ***, And i'ma tell you this right now if you ever come near me my whife or my kids, I WILL kill you. This is'nt a wrestling match were talking about , i'll bounce your damn head off of the concrete and laugh.
*alex grabs the bat and sets down and starts to drop it on the ground making a clicking noise on each hit.*
Alex- And melinko you ight be thinking damn why wont this dude die? Because i'm a fucming monster like that. No ammount of pain, No ammount of blood will ever back me down from a fight buddie and you need to learn that. So I hope this little winning streak you and your friends have been on lately have been good for you. Because at this next match i'm going to enjoy ending this sharade of melinko allways winning. Allways being better than alex bowen, Because your not, Never have or never will. Your just stacking the numbers game aganst me. And that will soon end.
*alex bowen grabs his bag and stands up and folds the folding chair and sets it against the wall behind him and walks out the door. We can here clinking noises of bat aganst concrete and wistiling all the way down the hall.*