Post by jacksherry on Nov 8, 2024 12:34:27 GMT
The camera fades in to Jack Sherry, the World Lightweight Champion, standing in the locker room, his championship belt resting casually over his shoulder. T
Sherry stands before a wall of framed photos from past events, each image representing a battle, a victory. He stares at them for a moment before speaking, his voice calm but laced with undeniable confidence.
Jack Sherry: Eugen Bastiens… you’re a champion in your own right, aren’t you? The European Lightweight Champion. You’ve done well for yourself. But that’s where your journey ends.
He leans against the wall, casually running a hand through his hair.
Jack Sherry: I’ve faced the best. I’ve faced the toughest. And no matter how many times they tried to take me down, I always walk away on top. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you, Eugen. You might have the belt from across the pond, but this right here—(he pats his Worlds Lightweight Championship)—this is the standard.
Sherry stands up straight, his eyes narrowing as he looks directly into the camera, his intensity rising.
Jack Sherry: You may think this is just another match for me, but trust me—it’s not. I’m not going to let you walk in here, carrying that European title, and think for a second that you can just take what I’ve worked so hard for.
He pauses, pacing slightly, his words deliberate, measured.
Jack Sherry: You’ve got a good ground game, Eugen. You’ve got a solid head on your shoulders, and you know how to scrap. But you’ve never faced anyone like me.
Sherry stops, facing the camera directly now. He cracks a confident grin.
Jack Sherry: So, this Sunday on Out For The Count, I don’t care if it’s a non-title match. When you step into the ring with me, it’s all on the line. And let me tell you, Eugen... you’ll soon learn that when it comes to this division, there’s no room for second place. There’s only room for the best.
He adjusts his championship belt once more and, with a final look of assurance, walks off camera, his footsteps echoing through the hallway.
Sherry stands before a wall of framed photos from past events, each image representing a battle, a victory. He stares at them for a moment before speaking, his voice calm but laced with undeniable confidence.
Jack Sherry: Eugen Bastiens… you’re a champion in your own right, aren’t you? The European Lightweight Champion. You’ve done well for yourself. But that’s where your journey ends.
He leans against the wall, casually running a hand through his hair.
Jack Sherry: I’ve faced the best. I’ve faced the toughest. And no matter how many times they tried to take me down, I always walk away on top. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you, Eugen. You might have the belt from across the pond, but this right here—(he pats his Worlds Lightweight Championship)—this is the standard.
Sherry stands up straight, his eyes narrowing as he looks directly into the camera, his intensity rising.
Jack Sherry: You may think this is just another match for me, but trust me—it’s not. I’m not going to let you walk in here, carrying that European title, and think for a second that you can just take what I’ve worked so hard for.
He pauses, pacing slightly, his words deliberate, measured.
Jack Sherry: You’ve got a good ground game, Eugen. You’ve got a solid head on your shoulders, and you know how to scrap. But you’ve never faced anyone like me.
Sherry stops, facing the camera directly now. He cracks a confident grin.
Jack Sherry: So, this Sunday on Out For The Count, I don’t care if it’s a non-title match. When you step into the ring with me, it’s all on the line. And let me tell you, Eugen... you’ll soon learn that when it comes to this division, there’s no room for second place. There’s only room for the best.
He adjusts his championship belt once more and, with a final look of assurance, walks off camera, his footsteps echoing through the hallway.