A Decree from The New Champ

*The Scene opens up with the Interviewer known as Alexander the Great's "Scribe" standing in front of the camera. Instead of a suit, he wears a robe-like attire, almost in the form of a toga you could say. And he seems to be excited. This interview takes place the day after Alexander The Greats Victory*

Scribe: Ladies and Gentlmen, i am proud to introduce to you....Your RWF Champion. ALEXANDER THE GREAT!!!

*Alexander walks into view with his belt draped over a shoulder. He is wearing his common ring gear and seems to be more mellowed out than usual*

Scribe: HEAR YE! HEAR YE! Children! Gather around, for In honor of His amazing victory and as a response to Nathan Harris' remarks about Alexander The Great, i have compirsed an Epic Poem, to tell the tale of this...this....HERO!

*People from the back, announcers and stage hands alike all begin to gather around. Both the Scribe and Alexander the Great nod in approval. When everyone has gathered around the Scribe clears his throat and then begins to read*

Scribe:
A Legend already made, is continuing his tale.
Many Critics Step Forth, but their words are to no avail.
For how can you talk down, a man who is never wrong?
A victory already forged, from the time you hear his theme song.
One by one, the opponents hang their heads in dispair,
Beaten so bad, that their confidence does tear,
A flurry of skill, that no man can seem to tame,
He does it for competition, not for glory or for Fame.
He's been around the world, though many durations were idle.
But he immediately came into RWF, and captured the main title.
A man chiseled out of stone...Gods fear his name,
Always proves himself...showing, he is worthy of his claims.
You can love him, fear him, heck you can even hate,
But one thing you can't do, is deny that he is Great.
HUZZAH!

*After he chants "Huzzah" a few of the backstage workers do it as well, everyone claps at the poem that has been read to them.. Alexander the Great then pats the Scribe on the back, seemingly pleased with this work*

Alexander: That was Remarkable Scribe, and Well appreciated at that. I knew when i chose you, that i chose the best *Scribe gives off a bashful look* . Much more tasteful than Nathan's Maneur filled "Rhyming" as many would call it.

*Alexander then seems to take over the scene as The scribe backs up a bit leaving Alexander the Great with a mic in the main view of the camera.*

Alexander: Now the RWF fan base, and all of the other wrestlers are probably expecting me to give a speech about what it is like to be the first official champion. And I will say a few words, but as it has been for most of my career...i will simply leave this Triumph, and move onto another. *Clears his throat before speaking* It would seem we answered the question of what is better? "A Great Reach or the Mind of a Warrior?" *chuckles a bit*. Not only did the Mind of a Warrior take down a man with a Great Reach, but it also took out a few of that man's mindless zombified minions as well. Yes, the decks were stacked in his favor...seemingly...But as always, none of my victories should be seen as upset. This is just like all the other victories, except the companies main prize came with it.

*Alexander moves to the center view of the Camera*


Alexander: People ask me if I still have respect for Sobek, even after he "sicked" his minions on me. And i say, Of course. There were no rules, and he did whatever it took to win. He stands for something, and wasn't simply there to pander, like most of these look-based *quotes with his fingers* "men" in the RWF today. I look forward to another bout Sobek. But moving forward, i want to comment on what its like to be the first RWF Champion in history. An Honor for sure, to be a man that helped jump start this company by becoming the first ever champion. And for those of you whom have already put a target on my head, make sure you're ready and not just out here to THINK you can do it. Prepare for your fights, no matter how one sided the match may be in your favor. I expect many battles from here on out, but in the end i expect a lot of upsetting nights...destroying people who expect to just walk out there and win with no hard work.

*All of the listeners nod and say little "Mhmm!" and stuff like "Excellent advice" in the background*

Alexander: So in my first few words as champion, let this be a message. Don't see me as a Joke and don't just work on the image aspect of it. When you come into that ring and see me on the other side, be expecting nothing less....than the Best.

*Alexander the Great stops for a second and looks back at Scribe whom is clapping and saying stuff like "Amen". He smirks, pats Scribe on the Shoulder and then continues talking*

Alexander: Which brings me to the point of this entire segment. Nathan Harris. A man who thinks he's a smooth talker because he knows how to rhyme a few words, but in reality....his mouth is his biggest weakness. He talks so much Folly, that he can't possibly carry all of the pressure that comes with it. I usually have a pretty good knack for picking out opponents whom will be a challenge, and with you....i just don't see the skill that is necessary to beat me. And i think by now, we all realize that this is not cockiness coming out of my mouth...but the humble thinking that i've backed up everything i've said to this point. With you i see a man who's more about image. A man who works so hard to get on the crowds good side, that he fails to work his body to the limits and inherit the skills necessary to get the job done in the ring. You beat a monster, congratulations. But if you have to look at that as an accomplishment, then i ask you this question... "Are you really ready to take on a man, who cuts down The best of the best...for a living?" We are talking about the world's greatest warriors all over the country....most of them being cut down like they are nothing. And you beat one...and instantly think that you're in my league? *starts laughing out loud...and then suddenly stops with a serious face* Simply put....NOT WORTHY!!

*He then hands the mic back to Scribe and walks away.*

Scribe: And this has been a decree, by the one....the only...Alexander....THE GREAT!!!

*The Screen fades to black as the crowd begins to break up.*