Death!!!

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
UNDISCLOSED STUDIO
THE HATE REPORT

This time around, the comfy chair was set up ready for The Hate Report, only this time it wasn’t well lit. The lightning was dimmed down and it had an eerie feeling about it too. As he walked into view and sat down on the comfy looking chair, Alexander Hate didn’t have his usual confidence about him. Instead, Alexander had a serious demeanor about him as he sat there in a three piece tailored suit. He looked absolutely amazing and handsome as always obviously. As he readjusted himself to get comfy, Alexander straightens his suit jacket out too as he is counted down to start The Hate Report.

ALEXANDER HATE: “Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to this episode of The Hate Report. Things are going to be a bit different this time around. I have a lot on my mind at the moment and I’m about to talk about it. So please, sit down and listen. You might actually see that I’m not always a bad guy and that just maybe, you’ll get an insight into why I am the way I am. The thing I’d like to talk about is death, something that all of us have had to deal with at some point in our lives. There are some people that deserve death but there are others who don’t. Someone who didn’t deserve to die, was my grandma. The woman who taught me that when I find the woman I love, do whatever it takes to protect her and never hurt her. A woman who taught me that although from a young age I’ve been full of hatred, there was still a part of me that could still love. Only, when my grandma died, I believed for a long time that part of me died along with her.”

He had no choice but to stop, a lump in his throat as he spoke about his grandma. Alexander picks up the glass of water from the table next to him and drinks some making sure he is ready to continue.

ALEXANDER HATE: “I was only fifteen years old at the time. I know, at such a young age, to feel like I’d never love someone again sounds silly. Yet, if you’d gone through what I’d gone through and continued to do so, you’d understand. My whole life up until the day I met Blaze has felt like I’ve been at war not just with everyone else but with myself too. Every day was a battle, a battle with my mind. The memory of seeing my grandma die in front of me playing over and over again. I’ve done things that my grandma would not agree with but no matter what I did, she was the only one who loved me through thick and thin. It was the love that she gave and showed me that I saw within Blaze. The day I met Blaze I knew there was something special about her. I don’t care how stupid this makes me sound but I believe it was my grandma looking down on me that guided Blaze and I together.”

Having to pause again, Alexander again picks the glass of water up and takes a couple of sips before placing it down again.

ALEXANDER HATE: “As I mentioned earlier, my grandma dying in front of me continued to play in my mind. I was the only one at her bedside and the only one who seemed to care about her at all. I will never forget that last breath my grandma took. It was the worst noise I’d ever heard. To feel the grip of her hand in my just loosen as she drifted off. I’m not afraid to admit that I cried and cried until there were no more tears left to shed. At fifteen years old, I had to arrange my grandma's funeral. I’m guessing by now that Stephen and Demi Stratford are wondering what any of this has to do with them. I’m sure deep down they probably don’t care either. To them it’s probably just another sob story. If that’s the way they see it, so be it. They can see it however they want to see it but one thing that is going to happen is they’re going to listen to what I have to say. You see Stephen and Demi, my grandma told me to protect who and whatever I love any way it took. I love Blaze more than anything in this world, and I’m not about to let her down or allow either of you to hurt her. Blaze and I inside that ring have different ways of doing things. Stephen and Demi, you better be listening carefully when I say this. You better respect Blaze or I’m going to beat the respect into you. I don’t care whether you respect me or not, I can live with knowing that the Stratford’s don’t respect me but I can promise you now. I’m not going to have Blaze have to live with you not respecting her. I saw the disrespect my grandma had to deal with from her own son, my father.”

The emotion was running wild within Alexander as he for a third time had to pause to compose himself.

ALEXANDER HATE: “I’m sure as hell not going to allow anyone to treat Blaze in such a way. Yes, my Shortcake, Blaze and I will be wearing matching wrestling gear. I’m sure you’ll say how corny and that I’m being a simp or whatever else garbage you can think of. But, it doesn’t matter what you say. What matters is that Blaze is happy because then I am happy too. Therefore I will do whatever it takes to win at Victory. Don’t mistake that as me saying I’m going to cheat because I know I won’t need to do that and wouldn’t need to either. I know individually that Blaze and I are capable of beating either of you in a singles match let alone together in a tag match.”

Stopping for a breather, Alexander picks the glass of water up and has a sip of it before placing it down where he picked it up from.

ALEXANDER HATE: “Do you know what the worst part of my grandma dying was? You’d have thought it was the actual fact that she’d died and as bad as that part was it wasn’t as bad as the funeral. The funeral should’ve been a time where it should’ve been a celebration of my grandma’s life but it was far from that. I had to put up with my mother turning up drunk as a skunk and my father turning up to drag her away. Excuse the pun because it really isn’t deliberate but that was the final nail in the coffin when it came to my parents. My mother wanted to make it about her and my father just wanted to see what he could get out of it. Not one of them was there to pay their respects. I was left alone at fifteen years old after arranging everything at the funeral. Not one other person turned up other than my parents that ended up leaving within minutes of being there. After everything my grandma had done for my father. A man who’d done nothing but treat his mother like shit. Yes, I have cut all ties with my mother but that’s because she cares more about alcohol than me. My grandma was the mother figure I always wanted. The mother figure that showed she cared and loved me. In a way, I guess I was the son she always wanted too. I just wish things could be different, but no amount of wishing is going to help. Which applies to you Stephen and Demi. You can wish all you like to walk away with the win but Blaze and I are not going to allow that to happen.”

You could see that talking about his grandma was an emotional thing for Alexander as you could tell by the watery looking eyes. The tear ducts in his eyes were ready to flow but he was doing as much as he could to stop them flowing.

ALEXANDER HATE: “I’m going to walk out at Victory and I’m going to fight in honor of my grandma. Not only that, I’m going to fight in honor of the love she showed me and the love that Blaze shows me too. I’m going to channel all my hate against you both, Stephen and Demi. If I have to result to violence that will make the crowd's eyes bleed from the sight of it, so be it. I’m sure by the time I’m done, the crowd will be leaving and heading straight to confession for the sins their eyes have just had to witness. I know that you hate that you’re not me, but please join the back of the long queue Stephen and Demi. Just know that like you remember those in DEATH, you’ll remember Blaze and I when we beat you. Blaze will see me as the hero in this match but I can guarantee that both you and Demi will see me as the villain, Stephen. There is so much emotion involved in this match for me that I will not accept anything but beating you both. I don’t care what you throw our way, I’m going to take it and give it back twice as bad. So, Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne prepare to board the Crazy Train that’s on track to Crucify you because I’m going to be the Hellraiser.”

As soon as he was finished talking, Alexander got to his feet. As he started to walk off he stopped in his tracks and stared straight at the camera.

ALEXANDER HATE: “Ozzy, Sharon, you’re going to feel what loss is like. Not only will you be heartbroken after this, but you’ll be feeling like I was when I was fifteen years old when my grandma died… LOST!!!”

With that still lingering in the air, Alexander makes his exit, the last thing you hear is a door slamming shut.