The New Ruler... Alexander The Hate!!!

OFF CAMERA!!!
JULY 2ND, 2015
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

The debut of Alexander Hate had just happened, he stepped back behind the curtains. Not only had he won his debut match but Alexander had beaten his opponent to a bloody pulp. Many people at the age of eighteen would’ve been mortified at what they’d done but Alexander wasn’t. He had a sickening smirk on his face as he looked down at the blood not only on his hands but all over his chest and face. During the match, Alexander had headbutt, and punched his opponent's face so many times he’d lost count. One of the workers backstage tried to hand Alexander a towel to wipe himself down but Alexander just swatted it away like it was a fly buzzing around him.

“Why the fuck do I need that?”

The rolling of the eyes said it all as Alexander headed off towards the locker room. On route to the locker room, Alexander bumped into the last person that he expected to see. They sized each other up as the guy he bumped into was dressed up like one of your old school type of gangsters.

“What do you want? Here to dispose of me like you do everyone else who crosses you? Don’t you have a druggy wife to look after?”

As soon as Alexander had finished, he noticed the guy wasn’t alone as the guy held his hand up to motion to the four guys with him to stay back.

“Son, that’s no way to speak about your mother and if I wanted you disposed of, you wouldn’t be standing here now.”

The guy was taken back by Alexander’s laughter as soon as the guy had finished talking.

“First of all, I’m not your son. Second of all, you and that druggy creature you call wife are not my parents any more. Lastly, why the fuck are you here?”

Still standing there covered in his opponents blood, Alexander looks at the man who clearly was his father with such hatred that if looks could kill, Alexander’s father would be dead right now.

“No matter how much you don’t want to accept it, I am your father and my wife is your mother. Don’t get me wrong, we may have started off the wrong way but you never went without. You had the best of everything and I hoped one day you’d be standing alongside me to eventually become the new Ruler.”

The eyebrow raise from Alexander said it all.

“Christopher, I wouldn’t stand alongside you even if my life depended on it. You’re an animal, and scum of the Earth. Don’t worry, I’ll pay back the money I took from you but after that I don’t want to see you ever again. I have a good thing going here and as you see I’ve found something I’m good at.”

“It hurts me that you’d be so disrespectful to me but I’ll accept your proposal but I have to tell you one thing. You’re going to technically be working for me, I run this place and until your debt is paid off, I know I own you too. As for calling me an animal, you’re the one standing here covered in someone else's blood. You see, you and I aren’t that much different, no matter how much you refuse to acknowledge it, it isn’t going to change it. See you around, son.”

With those words still lingering in the air, Christopher walks off laughing as the four guys follow him. One of the guys decides to try and push Alexander but it does end how the guy thought it would. As the guy tries to push Alexander, Alexander grabs the arm and instantly manages to break the guy's arm. This stops Christopher and the other three guys in their tracks as they spin around to see what has happened.

“If you ever try to lay hands on me again, you won’t be so lucky to walk away with just a broken bone or walk at all.”

As Alexander finishes talking, Christopher once again motions for his bodyguards to stay back. Christopher walks over to the guy with the broken arm and whispers something before he scurries off to the other three bodyguards.

“You should reconsider that offer of standing by my side until you take over, you’d be good as the new Ruler.”

“There’s only one thing I’m going to take over and be the new Ruler of and that's the wrestling business. I don’t need to break the law to get what I want and you should get better protection for your line of business because I could've taken all four of them out and you. So count yourselves lucky you didn’t end up like my opponent.”

As soon as he’d finished talking, Alexander headed off leaving the bodyguards pissed off but his dad Christopher standing there thinking his son was just like him and that one day he’d persuade him to join the family business.

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OFF CAMERA!!!
JULY 2ND, 1997
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

It was about seven in the morning when the world was graced by the birth of Alexander Charles Dean Conners. Usually it’s such a joyous moment when a baby is born but it was anything but that for poor Alexander. His mother was a drug addict and even through her pregnancy took whatever drug she could get her hands on. As for Alexander’s father, he’d beat her black and blue every time she took drugs but that didn't stop her at all. There was no excuse for either to be happening but right now all that mattered was making sure that Alexander survived. When he was born, minutes continued to pass as the little baby was worked upon. It was as if a miracle was grated when Alexander let out his first cry, eventually. The medical professions working on him showed more emotion than his mother and father did. It’s a sad state of affairs when your start in the world is to parents like that. You’d think things would start to get better for Alexander after that first cry but they didn't. He had to go through cold turkey, having round the clock monitoring at the hospital. To make the situation even worse, Alexander’s mother had decided to leave him at the hospital because all she was worried about was getting her next fix.

It was days later when Christopher managed to find his wife and after giving her another beating, something which was quite frequent because of the drug taking. When Christopher had finally got her back to the hospital, he managed to persuade them that he’d found her like it and she agreed. It took Christopher making a deal with her for her to stay at the hospital. This did mean that he had to provide her with drugs to stay there but he’d do everything it took to make sure his son came home with him. This wasn’t because he loved him but more because he saw him as someone who’d take over his business one day. Christopher was an evil man, a man that had been responsible for a lot of disappearance, tortures and murders. Although it was known he’d done them, it was hard to prove so because no one would talk out of fear. Christopher had a reputation, one he was hoping his son Alexander would keep.

As months passed by, eventually Alexander was well enough to leave the hospital. As soon as they left the hospital, Amanda, who was Alexander’s mom, left him with the nanny and rushed off to find her next hit yet again. This wasn’t an environment for a kid to be in, even though he’d never want for anything, he be surrounded by drugs, guns, abuse, torture and whatever other bad thing you could think of. That evening his mom came home, she was off her head on drugs but still insisted on feeding Alexander. The nanny had no choice but to allow it, she worked for Christopher and wouldn’t dare go against what the family wanted even if she knew it wasn't the right thing. It ended up with Amanda being unable to stop Alexander from crying and no matter what she tried he wouldn’t stop crying. Eventually she hits Alexander so hard in the ribs, the noise that comes from him is so spine chilling it sounded like the last gasp of air before someone dies. Thankfully the nanny had gone to get Christopher straight away, and on arrival he grabbed hold of Amanda and told the nanny to grab Alexander and get him to hospital. Yet again, Amanda suffered at the hands of Christopher. He left her laying there on the floor having been beaten and abused.

Once Christopher had arrived at the hospital, he was relieved to find out that Alexander was alive but had two broken ribs. Alexander had a long stay in hospital and there were investigations about what happened to Alexander but Christopher was a powerful man and made them disappear from existence. So Alexander ended up going back home, by the time they’d got back home, Amanda had been cleaned up and locked away in the bedroom she shared with Christopher. Anyone who was in the house shuddered at the sounds of spine chilling screams coming from the bedroom for days on end. Christopher was punishing Amanda even more for what had happened. This wasn’t the right way to deal with things and this wasn’t because he loved Alexander. It was purely because he’d be the heir to his throne as such. It was all about his image and the disrespect she’d shown by laying hands on Alexander, the boy who Christopher wanted to grow up to be just like him, to be the new Ruler of his illegal Organization.

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ON CAMERA!!!
DECEMBER 16TH, 2022
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

After having done a heavy workout in the gym, Alexander Hate was feeling pumped. He headed straight to where the cameras had set up for him to address his opponent Jurgen Kaiser or as Alexander would put it “Address his victim.”

“The new Ruler. Those are words that my father told me I could be. You see, I could quite easily get my revenge on Casanova English by taking up my fathers offer and having him disappear. There is one problem with that, my father and I will never see eye to eye. He is kind of like you in a lot of ways, Cassy Boy. He is a lucky, scummy piece of shit. Cassy Boy, you better make the most of it while you can because soon enough we’ll meet again in that ring and you won’t be so lucky, that’s a promise I make to you right now. That’s all I’m going to say on that matter though because as much as Cassy Boy would like this to be all about him, it isn’t. It’s about another piece of shit, a different kind of shit, Jurgen Kaiser. This is a man that is more at home sitting in the corner with his dunce hat on and eating his crayons. I was going to say don’t worry, I know you’re shitting rainbows in your pants right now but everything will be okay. It isn’t going to be okay though, Jurgen. So what I will say instead, is you better worry, you better be scared and most of all you better pray they don’t have to scoop you up at the end of our match. I’d much rather have preferred to wrestle one of the cleaners because unlike yourself, they have a high enough IQ to understand they don’t have a chance. It can’t all be bad though, Jellyfish have survived for six hundred million years without a brain, so there is still hope for you I guess.”

As Alexander sits there smirking. The only thing you can see is Alexander sitting in what seems to look like some sort of throne. The background behind the throne is just a red velvet type thing hanging up to make it look more royal looking, when in fact it probably looks more tacky.

“By the time I’m finished with you, Jurgen, you will be apologizing to a tree out there for having to work hard to produce the oxygen you consume. Better still, I could do my bit for nature and just choke the life out of you. To be honest, choking the life out of you sounds like the more fun and entertaining thing to do. When I look at you, Jurgen, I see a man that would probably be of more use rotting by a dumpster with a needle hanging out of his arm, maybe if you do that you’ll get to meet my mother. Other than you, my mother is the only other crackhead I know. I’m sure now that I’ve fire shots at you and given you ammo about my mom that you or someone else will try to fire back at me with that ammo. Well guess what, you’ll only be firing blanks, like your father should’ve done, Jurgen. Either that or wipe you up the curtains, would’ve been just as useful as you’re now. I know, I’m a mean, mean man, you should go tell your mom, maybe she can plant a kiss on your forehead and lie to you about how everything is going to be okay.”

There is a major eye roll from Alexander as he readjusts himself in his throne to get comfortable.

“When we step into that ring, Jurgen it’s going to be an absolute massacre. If anyone has a weak stomach or is easily scared you better stay at home. I’m not going to take accountability for those that leave the arena crying from what they see me do to, Jurgen. This is going to end up being more like a burial than a wrestling match. I dare anyone to try and stop me from ending your career because I’ll be happy to end multiple careers in one night. It is what it is. I just do what I’ve got to do and unfortunately for Jurgen and anyone else who gets in my way, the hate is going to be unleashed. You’re going to witness a monster so scary that in hundreds of years time they’ll be telling stories about me. You won’t even be important enough for the story to remember who you are. You’ll probably just be described as the guy with the etch a sketch tattoos. I’m sure Ozzy Osbourne is rolling around in shame in his grave looking at you and if he isn’t dead yet, he soon will be when he sees you. I’m sure I’ll have to send out an apology to Ozzy Osbourne for that one but if I do, I’d like to recommend that your parents send out an apology for you being born too. I already know that I’m not nice with what I’m saying so you can bitch and moan all you like, it isn’t going to get you anywhere. I am The New Breed and if you don’t like what I’m saying, do something about it. I look forward to meeting you in the ring where you will bow down at my feet willingly or forcingly, either way it’s going to happen. Don’t forget, I will be the new Ruler… Alexander The Hate!!!”

As soon as he is done, Alexander gets up out of the throne and goes over to the guy who has organized all of this on behalf of Alexander.

“Hey, James. When I said no expenses spared, why on Earth do I turn up to see a tacky backdrop and a throne from a sex dungeon?”

Pausing for a moment, James goes to answer only for Alexander to bring his fingers up to his lips to motion for James to be quiet.

“I’m not finished speaking yet and unless you want a preview of what’s going to happen to Jurgen, I suggest you shut up and listen.”

That’s when Alexander starts to laugh as a confused James stands there looking at Alexander.

“I’m only kidding, James. Next time though, please don’t let me down when I ask you to do something for me. When I ask for something to be done, I expect it to be done exactly how I’ve asked it to be done. A serious question for you though, have you heard from Jurgen, James?”

“I haven’t heard anything. I do apologize for the surroundings. Next time you want something done, I’ll make sure it’s done. You definitely killed it though.”

As Alexander smirks, James pats him on the back.

“I’m not surprised you haven’t heard from Jurgen, he is probably too scared and stuck to his momma’s titty. That boy is going to get an ass kicking of his lifetime. He is going to find out what it’s like to step in the ring with someone who is truly dangerous. Jurgen Kaiser is just like Nascar, stupid and definitely not entertaining at all, he should just be thankful he is wrestling me or everyone will be hoping Jurgen crashed and burned like the drivers in Nascar. Anyway, I’m out of here, remember James, don’t get on the wrong side of me, you’ll regret it.”

This time Alexander pats James on the shoulder and starts to laugh as he exits the room leaving James standing there unsure on how to react.