359 Press Conference
After finishing things up with Ji-An, taking her home, and spending the night with her. Alex returned to Las Vegas. After all, he needed to prepare for his upcoming fight with the fighter known as the “Chechen Warlord.”
Without a doubt, it would be a wrestling heavy fight. And because of this, Alex spent most of his camp training with wrestlers and Jiu-Jitsu grapplers. The name of the game was staying on the feet and brutalizing the arrogant ass who had called him out for his party lifestyle.
And so Alex spent the overwhelming majority of his camp drilling take down defense, and getting back to his feet once he had been taken down. His usual sparring heavy camp style had taken a backfoot in favor of this.
Eventually the day for the major press conference came, where Alex appeared in a black suit, with a black dress shirt beneath. His collar was open, while a rosary hang around his neck. This was not a normal rosary, but one used by cartel hitman, a rosary dedicated to Sante Muerte who had become Alex’s patron saint after his stint in Mexico as a Sicario for the Zetas.
For the few who saw this rosary, and recognized it for what it was, they presumed it was simply an inflammatory gesture, and not something with any deeper hidden meeting. Press Conferences were something Alex enjoyed. They allowed him to insult his opponents to their faces, and humiliate them in the public eye before the fight began.
And since this Chechen prick had the nerve to call Alex out, he showed up with a six-pack of beer in one hand, which he drank during the conference. A gesture which only further infuriated his opponent. f
Like the douchebag he was, Alex wore a pair of wraparound black shades, even though the press conference was indoors. And spent a large portion of it mocking other fighters who were on his shit list for various reasons.
And eventually the time came for his opponent to speak. Which, although his English was barely present, he relied upon a translator, hoping it would hide the more vicious insults from Alex’s American ears.
“Say that to my face! Say that to my face if you have the balls, you degenerate goat fucker!”
The moment Alex threw this particular slur towards the Chechen fighter, he stood up and swung at Alex, which Alex nimbly dodged, barely managing to retaliate with a smooth one, two combo that staggered Ismail before both sides were pulled off of one another by the other fighters and the promoters.
All the while, Alex continued to speak Russian to the so called Chechen Warlord, threatening to take his life in the cage, something which only he and his team seemed to understand.
“You are fucking dead! You hear me!?! Come Saturday, you’re a fucking dead man!”
Alex then performed the sign of the cross, praying to Sante Muerte to bless him with hands that were capable of delivering death to his opponent when the fight night finally came around. His mastery of the English, Latin, and Russian tongues left many, especially those witnessing the event on their screens at home, or school, or work in a state of confusion.
What exactly Ismail had said to Alex was later translated by those on the internet. It was a sexual remark about Alex’s mother. Which the man took more personally than most. Obviously Alex had severe mommy issues, issues that were resolved after getting into a sexual relationship with the woman.
Thus, the man was not only threatening to fuck Alex’s mother but also cuck him. Which Alex refused to tolerate, losing control over his emotions as he threatened to murk the guy come fight night.
And yes, his following threats were translated by the internet as well. Causing many to question the commission’s decision to continue the fight. It was only now that many fans were suspecting there was some more hidden meaning behind Alex choosing to wear a rosary dedicated to the saint of death, that was almost exclusively worshipped by cartel hitmen and murderers.
Ultimately, however, many thought this whole thing was a setup to try to sell the fight. Everything from Ismail’s callout of a rising prospect who was massively popular despite not even being in the rankings. To Alex showing up drunk on the fight, wearing questionable accessories, and threatening to kill his opponent over a “lol your mom” joke.
As for those who personally knew Alex, they were worried he might do something stupid, and might actually kill the fighter if he was given the chance to do so in the fight. Naturally, Sakura was playing, pouring gasoline on the flames to further sell the fight, rallying her legion of fan girls to defend Alex as a “knight” who was not afraid to slay the dragon in order to protect his mother’s honor.
Like anything Alex did, especially in the fight game, it attracted attention. And why wouldn’t it? Thanks to the system, his ability to charm other people was superhuman. If this was a roleplaying game, his charisma would be over 30.
Because of this, Alex simply sat back, resting in his room, with his mother and two sisters lying next to him. All while checking the fire that had been lit on the internet regarding him and his antics at the press conference.
With a confident smirk on his face, he kissed Diana, before whispering something in her ears.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make that bastard apologize for what he said about you. Even if I have to leave him crying in a pool of his own blood and piss…”
Diana simply chuckled as she pressed Alex beneath her, scolding the man for his crude language.
“If I wasn’t rewarding you right now for defending me so valiantly, I would have slapped you across the face for talking to your mother like that!”