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Alexander Aries · **08-22-2015, 12:04 PM**

Alexander Aries stepped onto the scene, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a blue button up shirt. Looks kind of professional, if you ask me. He looks at Griff from under his aviator shades, then raises them up to get a better look.

There's that cocky grin.

"Well, look at this. Tom Griff. Tom Griffin? Is that right Tommy Boy, or do I have you mistaken for someone else? No matter. Your name isn't important to an athlete of my caliber anyway."

The crowd boos Aries as he points at the stomach of Griffin.

"Now look at this..."

BoooooOoooOooo.

"...you people should shut up so I can get my point across."

Aries dropped his shades back over his eyes.

"NOW...as I was saying before you people so rudely abused your American freedom of speech..."

Chants of "you suck" ring throughout the small arena. Aries singles out one fan in particular.

"Your bloody mother sucks dicks, you bloody tosser!"

The jeers get louder as the Straight Edge Assassin turns back to Griffin.

"You wanna talk about inbreds? You wanna talk about hasbeens, eh? Well, I wanna talk about this out of shape man who stands before me right this second. Yet another man, me among them, coming into this federation and claiming to be able to beat anyone in the place."

"So we're similar in that way, fat boy. But the difference between you and I?"

He got right in Griffin's face.

"I actually can. So sod off."

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