United Title Match: Alexander Lyons vs Slaps McKills

United Title Match: Alexander Lyons vs Slaps McKills Jul 17, 2023 4:43:40 GMT -5

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Post by Alexander Lyons on Jul 17, 2023 4:43:40 GMT -5

Darkness fills the screen, as the voice of Alexander Lyons is heard piercing through the dark veil.

“So now you have to send your monster after me to try and take my championship?”

The click of a pull chain is heard as a single light bulb flickers on, illuminating Alexander through the darkness, eyebrows furrowed in anger.

“I’ve been asking myself WHY all week.” he says through his scowl, “WHY am I defending MY United Championship against Slaps McKills? Someone who hasn’t done a damn thing to earn such an opportunity? Then the answer came to me, The Russows are jealous, and are now throwing whatever they can at me and my family in a poor attempt to stop us. Slaps has done nothing to earn a shot at the new United Champion, and Jenn has done nothing to earn a shot at the new World Champion, but here we are.”

He shakes his head in disgust, wether it’s true or not its clear The Feral Prince of ANTITHESIS believes his own words, and believes in the injustice he’s spewing on about.”

“But it’s okay.” he says with a grin, “The Russows can send their monster at me, because if they think Slaps is supposed to scare me, they’re sadly mistaken. Why would I be afraid of your monster, when I have one of my own?”

He smirks, and laughs to himself, as we get a quick flash of light showing Dioynsus lurking in the shadows around Alex.

“And my monster is scarier than yours.” Alex says with a nod, “My monster was never involved in some Mr. Nanny act. My monster is always ready to seek and destroy those who defy MY family, and unlike Slaps, mine can’t really be controlled. But Slaps, well he’s nothing more than a toy for the baby Russow to play with, aren’t you Viktor? Can I call you Viktor?”

Alexander smirks as he speaks Slaps legal name, like he’s some sort of genius for doing so.

“You see, that anger you have inside you Viktor, I understand.” Alex continues, ‘We’re really not much different in that regard. I’m called the FERAL prince for a reason. I know how to take my anger, and turn it into power, but I don’t need anyone, especially a Russows permission to use it. I have crafted it into my very being, and THAT is why I get to call myself United Champion.”

He pulls up a promotional picture of Jack Russow and holds it up to the camera, setting it on fire, and tossing it aside as it finishes burning.

“If the Russows have a problem because I put down little Jacky Boy.” Alex says, “Then that’s their problem but they have no right to try and screw over myself or Alexandra by using their clout to get us to defend our championships against the unworthy. This will be a lesson to them that ANTITHESIS runs the show now, not Star Stormz, not The Russows, and certainly not the Lopez family.”

He pulls another picture of Eddie Lopez Jr out, and burns it just like Jack Russow’s before him.

“I taught Eddie Jr a lesson in being a man.” said Alex arrogantly, “What I don’t appreciate is the Slander that his little harlot Brooklyn tried to sling my way. Sweetheart, I wasn’t making fun of Junior for not being able to speak English, I was making fun of him for not being able to speak PERIOD. If he can speak Spanish, then let him SPEAK SPANISH. Let that boy have a voice, let him speak for himself. Because until he does, he’ll never be a man, he’ll always live in his fathers shadow, and he will always need someone else to speak and make his decisions for him."

Alex next pulls out a promotional photograph of Slaps McKills, and sets it ablaze like the others before.

“So next on the list is the undeserved contender Slaps McKills, who shall soon learn that I don’t like those who get free handouts because of the family they decided to associate with.” Alex says, “But like I said, their monster will fail, because deep down their monster is still that soft Mr. Nanny they grew up with, and MY monster is something to actually be afraid of.”

Another flash of light, illuminated Dioynsus from the shadows once again.

“This poor attempt at sabotage will fail,and the Russows will have to go back to the drawing board, maybe they’ll send Levi or Daniel at me next.” Alex grins, “Maybe it’ll be Jesse in a sad attempt at retribution for the demise of Slaps McKills. Whatever they decide the result will always be the same.”

He slaps his championship proudly.

“I will always walk out the United Champion.” he says, “Because I’m better than each and every member of that pathetic family. When I set a goal, I always achieve it. I made it a goal to fight alongside a man I assumed my brother and become the greatest tag team in PWS, and before Tyson betrayed us, we did just that. We even ran off one of your supposed greatest tag teams in the Commonwealth. Then we got screwed out of our championships, and the whole division fell apart without us. I did that. ME.”

Alex raps his finger against his own chest.

“Then after Tysons betrayal, I knew it was me who had to step up.” he continues, “Now I stand as everything Tyson wanted. He wanted a championship of his very own, and now it’s ME who has one. Because I understand the process, and Tyson did not.”

He looks down proudly at the United championship and smiles, before looking back at the camera.

“Slaps McKills, the passive monster is about to enter The Lyons Den.” grins Alex, “And he’ll provide a feast enough to feed the entire pride. Slaps will find out what I mean when I say that my name is Alexander Lyons and I am righteous in wrath.”

He glances at the shadows behind him with a cocky grin.

“Of course, there still time. You could always…..” Alex says, as Dioynsus emerges from behind him.

“RUN.” Dio bellows, as the scene cuts jarringly to black.

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Ever since his United Championship win, Alexander had been walking around The Lyons Den like some sort of king. Such actions weren’t too offbrand for The Feral Prince, as it was his father who owned the place, but ever since Destiny he’s turned the dial to one hundred.

Alex was leaning back in a chair, when he was approached by former PWS World, United and Collateral Damage champion Cleo Phillips,and she wasn’t happy.

“I need to talk to you.” she said, serious in her tone.

“Don’t really feel like talking.” Alex replied nonchalantly.

That wasn’t good enough, and Cleo wasn’t one to back down that easy, at all really.

“Good, all you need to do is listen.” she said. “You need to start acting like a champion. Just because you have that on your shoulder, doesn’t make you a champion. Being a champion is about much more than just holding a shiny championship, you have to set an example when you go out there and it’s that example that will shape who you are to become.”

Alex looks away from Cleo annoyed.

“Do you want to bee seen as someone who has to always take shortcuts?” Cleo continued, “Or do you want to leave a legacy behind that people can respect? We don’t always see eye to eye but we both train in this dojo and your actions represent this dojo. I don’t want this dojo disrespected, because The Lyons Den saved my life. I don’t want it to look like this school produces talent that can’t get the job done on their own.”

That gets Alex’s attention, and he snaps back at Cleo.

“In case you forgot my name is Alexander LYONS” he snarls, “My bloodline runs this place, you are just one of OUR talents. I am the future of this place like it or not.”

“All the more reason to get your shit together.” Cleo said, “You don’t need to take shortcuts Alex, you said it yourself, you are a LYONS and that name doesn’t get the respect it deserves in because their legacy happened elsewhere. It’s up to you to bring the name LYONS into the spotlight again.”

“Why don’t you just go bother the twins or something.” Alex huffed

“Because the twins are not currently holding a championship and taking shortcuts each week to win their matches. They might be assholes, but at least they don't take shortcuts.” Cleo replied. “You are the representative of The Lyons Den, and your actions reflect on all of us.”

“Says the runaway.” Alex grinned

“Here we go with that tired old argument.” Cleo said shaking her head, “You don’t need to worry about me, I’ll be back before long. Still training on my off days, so when I am ready I won’t have to waste time. You worry about Alex, I’ll return when the time is right,”

Alex nodded and stood to up look at Cleo in her eyes.

“Very well, I’ll worry about Alex.” he said, “As for you, how about you do the same and worry about Cleo.”

He patted Cleo on the shoulder, and she took in a deep heavy breath, but maintained her cool as Alex walked away, she could only shake her head.

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