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The sound of the bell ringing throughout the Smoothie King Center gets the crowds attention, and all eyes turn to the ring where Bob Saget is standing. The PRW Announcer looks around the arena for a moment, gauging the audience to see how much of their attention he has before he raises the microphone.
Bob Saget: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is to be fought under PRW Rules."
Saget stopped as the lights cut out. The silence reigns but for a moment, letting the crowd's anticipation build before the PA System kicks in to break the silence.
Du du du du-du du du Du du du du du-du du du
A single spotlight now hits the stage, showing a kneeling LJ Summers! The ANZAC Warrior has his familiar Glittered Australian Flag cowled around him, and his fist is on the entrance stage, his head bowed down. Behind him the PA System keeps playing 'Centuries' by Fall Out Boy. As the music plays, LJ slowly starts rising, keeping the flag wrapped around himself and his head bowed.
Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me for centuries
By the time the cymbal hits, LJ is fully standing and the crowd is watching intently as LJ keeps looking down, seemingly waiting patiently for his moment.
And just one mistake Is all it will take. We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries
The guitar riff kicks in, and with a roar LJ throws his head up and his arms wide, a loud pyro explosion going off behind the Thunder from Down Under. LJ stands posing, a snarl on his face, as from the back out walks Ace Andrews in his usual Armani suit, walking up behind LJ with his usual smarmy smirk, the PRW Internet Title over Ace's shoulder.
REMEMBER ME FOR CENTURIES!
LJ starts walking down the ramp, his focus on the ring as he rolls his shoulders and neck, while behind him Ace keeps the smarmy confident smirk on his face, as he looks at a nearby camera andpats the belt on his shoulder proudly. As they reach the ring, Saget raises his microphone again.
Bob Saget: "Introducing first! Hailing from Melbourne, Australia. He weighs in tonight at Two Hundred and Eight Five pounds. Accompanied by Ace Andrews, he is the 2015 Florida Rumble winner, and the current and reigning PRW Internet Champion. He is The ANZAC Warrior L...J...SUMMERS!"
When they reach the ring, LJ jumps up onto the apron, and steps between the ropes. Summers starts pacing the ring, while Ace Andrews climbs up the steps and steps into the ropes. As LJ starts circling the ring, Ace steps to the center of the ring and takes the belt in both hands, raising it high overhead and showing it off to all four sides of the arena. Ace finally stops showing off the title and paces over to the corner, climbing out of the ring, as in the ring Summers stops pacing, his music stopping and the lights going up. Ace hands the title to the timekeeper, and then turns back to the ring to take the flag off Summers as he takes it off and hands it out to him. Ace then climbs up onto the apron and starts talking to LJ as he stands in the corner, his eyes on the stage and awaiting his opponent.
Josh Brunswick: "Well, this match has gotten surprisingly heated over the past few weeks as Alex and LJ have both said some rather heated comments."
Doug Smith: "Your wrong there, Josh. LJ hasn't said a word. He's let Ace do all his talking for him, while LJ focuses on being the best he can be."
Josh Brunswick: "You are correct, Doug. And its paid off some decent – though not really fairly earned - rewards already."
Doug Smith: "Hey, who are you to judge whats fairly earned and whats not. LJ won. First he won the Florida Rumble. Then he won the Internet Title. Thats what matters."
Josh Brunswick: "Both of those wins had the stink of Ace Andrews all over them. And tonight, LJ is facing someone that knows all of Ace's tricks. If LJ is going to win tonight, he needs to do it without Ace's help."
Doug Smith: "Or Ace needs to get sneakier then before. Lets see what happens, shall we?"
JoeyNox
Thats Ace. He's the guy who shows up once every leapyear and dazzles us with his likable characters and slick accent
-The crowd awaiting the arrival of LJ Summers' opponent, the inside of the Smoothie King Arena falls to a hush. It gets slowly replaced by a rhythmic clapping on the guardrail, the anticipation rising with each passing second. Without warning, the image of a wolf on a cliff silhouetted by a full moon comes up on the tron and the crowd explodes into raucous cheers. A loud howl drowning out the fans, the Canadian Wolf has signaled his arrival, and in an instant, blue-hued overhead lights begin to dance around the arena and Alex's theme of the moment begins to play.-
-The vocals of Anthony Ranieri pumping through the PA system after a driving guitar chord, Alex LeBlanc breaks through the curtain and steps into a white spotlight to a hero's welcome. Wearing red Vale Tudo shorts with a black Fleur De Lis on them stitched on the hip, the Canadian Wolf kneels in acknowledgement of the fans chanting his name. As usual, the song choice is poignant, but this one? It's a shot across the bow of the AnZac Warrior.-
Brunswick: Oh wow.
Smith: Well..that's pointed. "Dancing Like An Idiot" by Bayside?
Brunswick: Ouch...
-Pushing off his knee, Alex punches the air in front of him, screaming, a visceral "C'MON!" coming from his lips. Marching down the ramp and rolling his wrists, the former Champion is all business as he steps into the ring and Bob Saget announces him as he has so many times before.-
Saget: Fighting out of Big Bear Lake, California, by way of Montreal, Quebec.. The PRW Grand Slam Champion, Hall of Fame member, Undisputed Champion... and the Most Decorated Man In PRW History... "The Canadian Wolf" Alex LeBlanc!
-The cheer and the roar is deafening, but Alex drowns it out. He steps through the ropes and rather than anything else, he stands right in front of Summers, as has by this point has become a customary act by the Hall of Famer. He's not going to budge, he's not scared and he damn sure isn't going to be intimidated by LJ Summers. If anything, he's begging him to throw a punch, both men no less than an inch from each other as they stand nose-to-nose-.
- 4x PRW Undisputed Champion - 2x World Tag Team Champion - 8x Cyanide Champion - PRW Intercontinental Champion - PRW Triple Crown Champion - PRW Grand Slam Champion - PRW Hall of Famer
Alex and LJ are toe-to-toe in the center of the ring, the buzz growing throughout the Smoothie King Arena. LeBlanc is staring up at Summers with no sign of doubt, while LJ just sneers down at Alex, rolling his shoulders to show off his size advantage. The two men stare into each others eyes for a moment more, before LJ takes a half-step back and turns towards Ace on the outside, the nearest camera mic picking up his comment called out to Ace."You want me to worry about this midget?"LJ simply smirks and turns back to Alex, and is drilled in the jaw with a right hand! The Canadian Wolf is not happy at that midget comment and he sends a second and third right hand into LJ's chiseled jaw. Sending the Australian backing into the ropes. LeBlanc wastes absolutely no time as he sees the bigger man staggered on the ropes, taking a half step back and starting to half-step forward for a Superkick, but Andrews grabs LJ by his ankle and yanks him out of the ring under the bottom rope, saving his client! Alex grins out at LJ who is being pulled away by Ace, while the New Orleans crowd is quick to jeer Ace's actions, wanting to see LJ get his teeth kicked in. Alex strolls forward and sits on the middle rope, waving LJ back in and calling on the Southern Cross Superstar to stop being a pussy! LJ snarls and goes top brush past Ace, but Andrews just slaps him in the face, and puts a hand against his chest! LJ's glare turns to his manager, and for one second it almost looks like Summers wants to take a piece of Ace!
Josh Brunswick: "Here we go, Doug! LJ looks ready to knock Ace out!"
Doug Smith: "NO LJ! Don't be stupid! Ace is the one training you! Listen to him!"
Ace just stares back at LJ, holding a hand up a few inches from LJ's face and speaking in a quiet tone that can't be picked up. Alex goes to climb out of the ring, but Goodwin stops him demanding Alex get back in the ring and The Canadian Wolf throws his hands in the air and backs away to a neutral corner, his eyes never leaving the pair at ringside. LJ looks back in at Alex, a death glare on his face for a brief moment before Ace gets his attention again and finally speaks up loud enough to be heard on the camera mic."Don't let him control the flow. You're better then that." LJ nods and rolls his shoulders as Ace takes a step away from LJ and watches as LJ saunters over to the ringsteps. The ANZAC Warrior slowly walks up the steps onto the apron, but stops with a grip on the top rope as Alex saunters across and points at LeBlanc, demanding the referee back him off. Goodwin steps between LJ and Alex, who raises his hands up in peace and slowly backs off as LJ steps between the middle and top rope, but keeps the majority of his body out of the ring. He is staring at Alex with a slightly cocky grin, while the Canadian Wolf is glaring right back over the referee's shoulder.
Josh Brunswick: "And LJ now seems to be taking his time here. Apparently he's been made to understand just what kind of a threat this 'midget' is."
Doug Smith: "It was just a momentary slip-up on the gameplan, Josh. Alex may have fired the first shots, but you better believe LJ is going to win the battle."
LJ finally climbs fully inside the ring and rolls his shoulders again. The referee steps out of the way of LeBlanc who raises his fists and starts stalking in towards Summers, who steps forward himself....and raises his hand to call for a test of strength! LeBlanc looks up at LJ's hand and then to Summers face, the Australian showing a cocky grin, and Alex shrugs and reaches up for LJ's outstretched hand....and as soon as their fingers interlock, LeBlanc yanks the big Aussie's arm down, slips behind him, and twists LJ's arm up into a hammerlock. The ANZAC Warrior snarls in frustration and swings his free elbow backwards, but Alex lets go of LJ's arm, ducks slightly and uses LJ's momentum against him, pulling the slightly staggered Aussie forward and flipping him over with a hiptoss! The bigger man slams into the mat but is quick to roll over and climb to his knees....and gets hit with a running dropkick to the side of his head from LeBlanc! Summers rolls away to near the ropes, and yet again Alex rolls to his feet, waving at LJ to climb up as he starts measuring him for a Chin Check....and yet again Andrews reaches in under the bottom rope and drags his client to safety!
Josh Brunswick: "Thats twice now LJ has been saved from imminent Chin-Checking by Ace Andrews! Come on ref! Do something about Ace already would ya?"
Doug Smith: "There's nothing the referee can do, Josh. Ace has a managerial licence. He's allowed at ringside, and there's nothing the referee can do to stop it."
Well, maybe the referee has his hands tied but Alex LeBlanc has no such restrictions. As Goodwin leans over the top rope to start counting LJ out, Alex drops and rolls out the back of the ring and then starts running around ringside. As he turns the corner nearest Ace, the Billionaire Brawler spots him over LJ's shoulder, and turns to start running! Alex stops to slam LJ's head into the apron and keep him stunned and then its off to the races as Ace tries to run away from Alex! However Ace has clearly been enjoying one too many scotches and steaks during his time away from the ring, while LeBlanc has been climbing hills and screwing models. Only one man realistically has a chance to win this race, and even though Ace dives into the ring to try and scamper across and out, as he reaches the opposite side of the ring, LeBlanc manages to grab Ace's pants by his belt! The 'Oh Shit' look on Ace's face in that single moment is magnificent, and it only gets worse as LeBlanc yanks him back and tosses him towards the nearest corner. Ace starts begging and pleading for Alex to leave him alone, apologising for anything Ace may have said to offend him, but LeBlanc just stalks closer, slowly clenching and unclenching his fist. The Billionaire Brawler hits steel having finally backed up right into the corner, and the Canadian Wolf steps closer, grabbing Ace by his tie.....
and then gets crushed into Ace as Summers charges in from behind, crashing onto both men with a Canberra Clash! Ace drops and rolls out of the ring, while Alex stumbles backwards and is grabbed by LJ, lifted over his shoulder, and then slammed into the mat with a Running Powerslam! LJ drapes himself on Alex's shoulders, hooking a single leg as the referee drops down.
[ONE.....TW-NO!]
Alex kicks out! LJ doesn't waste time with glares at the referee, instead choosing to tip Alex onto his side, and then wrap a massive bicep around A;ex's neck, choking him out with a side-headlock! LJ flexes his bicep as he starts choking the wind and fight out of LeBlanc, the distraction from Ace enough to give the ANZAC Warrior the advantage against the former Undisputed Champion! But how long can it last?
-He has already been the victim of egregious and malicious intent thus far in the match, so as LeBlanc finds himself in the clutches of LJ Summers, the former Undisputed Champion is fully aware that he isn't facing just one opponent. Rather, Alex finds himself fighting a battle on multiple fronts. It is not exactly what he had in mind when he made his latest come back to the ring, but when Ace Andrews and LJ Summers are involved, you Know what you're getting. Still, as he lays there within the grasp of his younger opponent, LeBlanc tries desperately to find an opening. He tries because it's what the champ has always done. It's what he knows. -
- Feeding off the energy of the crowd here in New Orleans, Alex defiantly shakes his hand and arm dismissively when asked by the official if he wants to submit.The receipient of numerous blows and a Running Powerslam, his body isn't exactly content with his life choices. Still, he fights on. Digging his heels into the canvas, he pushes upwards and brings LJ with him. Working his arms upward toward the biceps of the ANZAC Warrior and digs his fingernails into the muscle causing a yelp. It might bee a momentary reprieve, but it is all that the Canadian needs to grab a hold of the arm, yank it downward and step backward. Pulling the arm, LeBlanc slams it up against LJ's back resulting in a textbook Hammerlock. -
Brunswick: Alex showing off some of that schooling that he has earned from years of battles with the very best this industry has to offer.
Smith: Fair enough, but that is EXACTLY what they been; battles. All those matches have taken their pound of flesh off the man, Brunny. At what poimt does time finally catch up with him?
- It isn't a bad question In the least, to be honest. At some point, nature would have to,take its course. That is just the way that things work. Today however, is not that day. Tweaking that arm for all its worth, LeBlanc stays on top of his oopponent. Transitioning from Hammerlock to Side Headlock, Alex synches it in and presses his own forearms into the noticeably-large head of LJ Summers. Summers struggles beneath the Canadian, his Power Bun getting mused before he gets an arm free and sends it into Alex's chest. Doubling over the Hall of Famer, LJ gets an opening and tries to capitalize on it . -
- Gripping onto LeBlanc's wrist, Summers whips him into the ropes.Before he can spring back off those ropes however, Ace Anprews makes his presence felt once again. No sooner does Alex's back lay across the cords does Ace Andrews hop onto the apron and send his knee into LeBlanc's spine. The Canadian Wolf goes to the canvas instantly and the crowd boos Incessantly to no avail. Sauntering over with a Cheshire Cat grin and like he owns the damn place, Summers picks LeBlanc up by the hair, berating him the whole way. -
Brunswick: Would you look at this? This is disgusting. This is supposed to be a professional wrestling match!
Smith: You can make it as professional as you want, have all the experience in the world... You cannot win if the deck is stacked against you. Ace owns a casino.The House Always Wins, Brunny.
- Getting taunted, called a has-been and washed-up, LeBlanc is forced to look up at his opponent. Pulled fully to his feet, he gets chopped hard against the chest. It draws a groan from the crowd and when a second one finds its target, many turn their heads. Still, there is Alex, taking the abuse. A third chop finds its mark and the Canadian gets sent into the corner secconds after via Irish Whip. Feeling like he just got hit by a Mack Truck, LeBlanc has no time to think before Summers tries to descend upon him with a Splaash. Desperation the name of the game at this point, the former Champion rolls to his right. Summers hits the turnbuckle with force and he gets sent back to the canvas! -
- The crowd roars its approval, the tide finally having turned. Before Alex can capitalize and come off the ropes however, Andrews is there again to grab his foot! He yanks on it and hangs Alex up, pulling away withhis hands up when the Canadian turns around.The two get into a shouting match as the official tries to seperate them, but the yelling has caused enough of a diversion to allow LJ to his feet. He rushes athim, but this isn't LeBlanc's first rodeo. He has it scouted and pulls the rope down, Summers toppeling over it and onto Ace Andrews! -
Brunswick: Yes!
Smith: No damnit! LJ is an idiot!
Brunswick: Look out! Alex is going to fly!
- Summers and Andrews still trying to compose themselves on the outside, LeBlanc has pulled to his feet and is standing tall. Looking out over the two manipulative bastards on the outside, Alex hops on the balls of his feet and hits the ropes. Flying back with break-neck speed, he VAULTS over the top rope, crashing down on Ace and LJ with the Somersault Plancha he has made famous in PRW.-
Brunswick: Oh my god! Somersault Plancha and everyone is broken in half!
- 4x PRW Undisputed Champion - 2x World Tag Team Champion - 8x Cyanide Champion - PRW Intercontinental Champion - PRW Triple Crown Champion - PRW Grand Slam Champion - PRW Hall of Famer
Alex springs to his feet after wiping both Ace and LJ out, the Canadian Wolf pumping his fists as he is feeling the energy from the crowd. LeBlanc stands there for a moment, basking in the HOLY SHIT chant from the New Orleans fans, and then turning back to see both men are still down. LeBlanc looks at both men with anger and hatred on his face, and starts to step a little closer shuffling sideways and twitching his foot, readying for another Superkick! New Orleans is getting more and more excited, watching intently and waiting to see what Alex does next, an entire career of fighting all manner of opponents means the Canadian Wolf's playbook is full with different tricks for every scenario and right now Alex has the look on his face of a man with a plan. The crowd can sense something is coming and they watch as LJ and Ace slowly stumble up a foot apart. Alex waits until both are up on wobbily legs, and then darts in, and fires off the Chin Check! LJ spots it coming and vies into the ring to avoid it....but Alex hits his target, his foot crashing into the jaw of Ace Andrews and sending the Billionaire Brawler crashing to ringside down and out!
Josh Brunswick: "Ace Andrews is out! Alex has taken Ace out of the equation! This is going to be one-on-one!"
Doug Smith: "NO FAIR! Ref come on! Ace is just an innocent bystander at ringside...."
Josh Brunswick: "The last time Ace Andrews was even SLIGHTLY innocent, Tsukishima Shadow was a virgin."
Alex smirks happily down at the out-cold Ace, then turns and rolls back into the ring, getting to his feet to see LJ crouched over and trying to climb to his feet. Alex steps forward to grab LJ by his bun, but Summers quickly reaches up and digs his fingernails into Alex's eyes, raking them hard. Alex stumbles away blinded, rubbing at his wounded eyes, and as he stumbles back around towards Summers, the ANZAC Warrior kicks him suspiciously low, hooks both of Alex's arms, and drives him head-first into the mat with the Mjolnir's Might! Summers is still too sore from the plancha to take advantage and cover LeBlanc but the damage is enough to knock The Canadian Wolf silly, giving the advantage of the match back to LJ! Summers slowly manages to sit up, shaking his head to clear off the cobwebs before looking over at LeBlanc who has rolled onto his hands and knees. LJ climbs to his feet, watching cautiosly as Alex manages to push up onto his feet, but LJ soon takes him down, slipping behind him, wrapping his arms around LeBlanc's waist, and tossing him overhead with a German Suplex, sending him crashing into the mat down on his neck. LeBlanc rolls over clutching at the back of his neck and wincing while Summers sits up and grins, knowing he has full control.
Josh Brunswick: "Alex thought taking Ace out of the equation would make it an even contest, but so far its been all LJ!"
Doug Smith: "I told you, Josh! I told you LJ was too good to be beaten! Alex is in a world of trouble here!"
Summers slowly climbs back to his feet, turning to see Alex still clutching at his neck and a wicked grin crosses LJ's face. The Southern Cross Superstar strolls over towards Alex, reaching down to grab Alex by the hair and drag him up. Summers slams a knee up into Alexs midsection to drive the wind out of him, before hooking an arm around Alex's neck and squeezing tightly. The ANZAC Warrior has a cocky smirk on his face as he squeezes down on Alex's neck with his massive bicep, before throwing Alex's arm behind his neck, spreading his feet a little, and hoisting Alex into the air....and holding him there! LJ holds Alex upside down in a vertical suplex, showing off the strength of the young Australian as he keeps LeBlanc hanging for five....ten....fifteen seconds letting the blood flow down into Alex's head to add more pressure to the already wounded neck before LJ falls backward and sends Alex crashing into the mat. LJ rolls over on top of Alex, covering The Canadian Wolf with a lateral press as Goodwin drops down to make the count.
[ONE.......TW-NO!]
Alex kicks out and Summers scowls as he looks at Goodwin but slowly climbs back to his feet and drags Alex back up. LJ pushes Alex back into a nearby corner, throwing the Canadian Wolf's arms over the top rope and takes half a step back....and lifts his foot, placing it against Alex's throat and choking the Hall of Famer out with his boot! LeBlanc flails clutching at the size 13 against his throat trying to push it away but LJ just growls and presses in harder, forcing the referee to step in and start counting LJ for a DQ.
[ONE.......TWO..........THREE..........FO--]
LJ pulls his foot away from Alex's throat, letting the former Undisputed Champion slump in the corner coughing and wheezing, while Summers turns to Geoff Goodwin glaring and scowling as he walks closer, standing over Goodwin who backs up but keeps pulling on his shirt, reminding LJ that he's in charge. Summers glares at him but finally just spits at the mat in front of Geoff's feet and turns to head back to Alex.
Josh Brunswick: "Look at the disrespect being shown by LJ! He just spat at the referee!"
Doug Smith: "Well Geoff should learn to butt out. LJ is trying to wrestle here. He doesn't need some shrimp in a zebra shirt trying to tell him how to do his job."
Josh Brunswick: "LJ was breaking the rules! Geoff did his job."
Doug Smith: "Thats your opinion, and your entitlted to it no matter how wrong it is."
Summers walks back over to Alex and pulls the Canadian Wolf back up by his hair, then grabs the tag rope and wraps it around Alex's throat choking him out again! LeBlanc kicks and flails, trying to grasp at the Tag Rope but LJ's grip is too tight, and again it is up to Geoff Goodwin to save Alex and he does so promptly, again making the count to disqualify The ANZAC Warrior.
[ONE.......TWO..........THREE......FO--]
LJ breaks the hold and throws his arms up, stepping back peacefully and looking at Goodwin. The ref seems concerned with the lack of attitude from Summers but after checking on Alex to make sure he's alright, he steps away to let LJ continue, and Summers teps in and grabs the tag rope again, once more choking LeBlanc out with it! Again Goodwin steps forward, but this time he wastes no time counting, instead grabbing Summers by the arm and pulling him away! Summers spins to face the referee snarling, unbeliving that such a cretin would dare to lay their hands on the greatest wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots, but Goodwin is having none of it, yelling at LJ about his disrespect and flagrant lack of regard for the rules. Summers keeps walking towards Goodwin who is backing up, but after a long few moments he decides to get back to business and turns back towards Alex, strolling over to choke him again.....and LeBlanc darts up, grabs LJ by the back of his neck, and yanks him into the corner. LeBlanc wastes no time firing off a backhanded chop, the sickening sound of flesh-meeting-flesh echoing throughout the Smoothie King Arena and is soon followed by the sounds of a second and third chop, and the sounds are soon joined by groans and yelps from LJ as his chest is chopped until its red and blistering. LeBlanc finally stops chopping LJ's chest into ribbons, just to grab him by the back of his head and slam a forearm into LJ's jaw! Alex fires off a second then a third and then a quick flurry of blows until finally Summers collapses into a seated position in the corner, and LeBlanc steps away roaring and pumping his fists in excitement!
Josh Brunswick: "LeBlanc is firing up, and he's got LJ knocked for a loop!"
Doug Smith: "LJ's not knocked for a loop. He's just letting Alex think he has the advantage! Yeah!"
Alex turns back towards the corner to see LJ is still slumped down, turns towards the New Orleans fans and grins, then charges in and drives his knee into LJ's face! LeBlanc springs backwards racing back across the ring and pumping his fist again, pointing at the still unmoving LJ and then charging in for another running knee, crashing his knee right into LJ's jaw, and bouncing back to center ring, as LJ crumples to the mat and rolls away from the corner, the pretty little birdies flying around his head keeping his attention off the match. At center ring, LeBlanc points to the top rope and walks over, climbing out onto the apron, and then starts trying to climb to the top rope....but Ace Andrews grabs his ankle! Ace still dosn't seem fully recovered and Alex manages to kick him off quickly, but the distraction is enough and as Alex climbs to the top rope Summers has reached his feet, and drops himself on the top rope, crotching Alex on the top rope! LeBlanc can do little more then whine quietly, gasping and breathing heavily, until LJ strolls over and grabs him by the head, punching him to keep him stunned before stepping upto the middle rope, hooking one of Alex's arms behind his neck, and after a moment to gather his strength he heaves Alex up, falls backwards, but changes the angle just enough to bring Alex down on top of his head with a top rope Brainbuster! LeBlanc crashes into the mat and bounces once before laying straight out on his back, unmoving from the impact, but Summers is still feeling the effects of Alex's earlier assault and can't get over to cover! Which man will get to his feet first?
JoeyNox
Thats Ace. He's the guy who shows up once every leapyear and dazzles us with his likable characters and slick accent
- As the Cuban community would say, most notably Yasiel Puig, "esto sabe a Pan Con Pinga, y se le olivdo el pan." In other words? This sucks, and as he lays on the canvas having been the recipient of a Top Rope Brainbuster, LeBlanc is twitching and writhing like he had just been the victim of a frontal lobe seizure, his body losing all control before it curls up into a ball, the fetal position the most comfortable and natural position for anybody who is, as Razer and his British contingent would put it, "proper fucked".-
-Rolling, and the endorphins of pain shooting up and down his spine and appendages, LeBlanc is worse for wear. He probably never counted on LJ Summers being as formidable an opponent as he has revealed himself to be, but with each passing second, and with each blow he has received, it has become more and more evident that LJ Summers is indeed, "Ready For The Show". Grabbing onto LeBlanc's shoulder, he rolls him over and pins him, looking for a pinball to put this thing to bed and make it academic.-
1...
2...
NO!
-LeBlanc gets a shoulder up before the official's hand can slap the mat for a third time and Summers is beside himself. If he was a man alone in an office, he'd be throwing chairs and telephones like a PRW executive when Gemma and Meiko start dumping liquids on fans again. Staring down the official, he claps his hands three times, but the official stands firm and says "TWO!", leaving Summers to turn his attention back to the Canadian Wolf with anger and disdain in his eyes. Taking Alex's head in his hands, he hits him flush in the forehead with a closed right hand, knocking the former Undisputed Champion back down to the canvas.-
Brunswick: He's really taking the control of this match-up here, Smith. He's got a handle on this and LeBlanc is on Queer Street.
Smith: Bigger, faster, stronger and better suited for the endeavors of PRW in the Modern Age. LeBlanc is a dinosaur. LJ Summers is the comet. This is an Extinction-Level Event.
-Lifting Alex to his feet, LJ throws a series of right hands into his face, knocking the champion off-balance before working him into a corner with the flurry of punches. The ANZAC Warrior is cooking with grease at this point, maybe Vegemite if we want to be culturally accurate. Alex's back resting against the turnbuckle, he draws in a deep breath that gets forced out of his body once LJ unloads a series of punches to his gut, walking away and playing to the crowd in a heightened frenzy. He's feeling it, it's evident, and the more he keeps LeBlanc on the ropes, the more confidence he begins to build. Turning back to face LeBlanc though, LJ Summers is met with a sight he didn't quite expect.-
Brunswick: ...Might have bit off more than he can chew there...
Smith: Not the time to be celebrating, Kid! Get your head in the game!
Brunswick: LeBlanc's not looking too pleased...
Smith: Aww shit...
-Crouched and down on one knee is LeBlanc, spitting out to the side and looking like a wounded animal. It's a sight that to anybody else would be fear-inducing, but to this capacity crowd it's a sight that draws nothing but raucous cheers. LJ screams at the crowd to shut up, but it's useless as LeBlanc starts tending to the wounds like a Wolverine, mending as the crowd starts to rile up and explode. Then, it happens. The chant. THAT chant.-
Crowd: YOU'RE GUNNA GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD KICKED IN! -CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP-
-LJ loses it, throwing a tantrum, screaming at the crowd that, "NO, HE'S NOT GUNNA KICK MY HEAD IN! HE CAN'T EVEN STAND! THAT'S NOT ACCURATE. IT'S A FALLACY!' It draws a few laughs from the crowd, but as he turns back on again, LeBlanc is fully standing in the corner, his fist balled up in front of him, looking like a boxer whose gone 9 out of a possible 12, but one whose ready for the proverbial Championship Rounds. He waves LJ in, and when he comes in, Alex drops his hands and takes a right cross and a left hook to the jaw. He gets rocked and takes another combination to the gut that works him back into the turnbuckle, but he stands there stoically in the pocket, just withstanding the barrage, killing the confidence of the younger opponent, chipping away at his psyche.-
-LJ just looks at LeBlanc, astounded, he backs away a step, rearing back. He screams and goes to throw the Knockout Blow, but when he throws it, LeBlanc blocks it with his left forearm, catching the punch. He swats away the punch, parries, and he returns fire with a quick cross that clocks LJ directly in the jaw. A sharp hook to the liver follows, then an overhand left, and suddenly LeBlanc starts working his way out of the corner, walking LJ down and returning fire. Standing in the very same pocket where he received all those blows, LeBlanc throws a flurry of slaps to the face of Summers, a left, then a right, then another left, then a stiff right that knocks LJ to his knees!-
Brunswick: We got a fight on our hands!
Smith: Cover up, dammit!
-Wanting to waist no time, LeBlanc taps the point of his foot on the canvas and signals for the Chin Check, but when he goes to throw it, Summers catches it! He holds the foot in his hands, his face swollen and reddened by the blows he's received and he spins Alex like a top so that he's turned around. Sneaking behind LeBlanc, LJ hooks the arms in a Full Nelson and tries to throw LeBlanc overhead! LeBlanc gets a leg around Summers calf and he blocks it to the delight of the crowd and their heightened attention.-
Smith: He blocked it!
Brunswick: Look out!
-LeBlanc pushes his hands to his forehead, alleviating the pressure of the Full Nelson Hold and he pushes back, lightening the tension on his neck. Dropping down to a knee, he brings LJ with him, hunching him over his shoulder a bit before rolling to his side and putting Summers on his back. Now in Side Control, LeBlanc moves the hand down off his neck, and works it down, getting a grip on it. Slinking his legs up and he rotates over, Alex starts barring the arm. Moving quickly as to not lose the momentum, LeBlanc gets the arm vertical and then steps over with his near foot, his heel crooked against the collarbone of LJ Summers.-
Brunswick: LJ in trouble here! He better move quickly!
Smith: Panic time for the Australian!
-Yanking the arm, Alex flops back down onto his back and he grapevines the arm, pushing down on the wrist while lifting his hips. It's a picture perfect Armbar, and LJ Summers is in deep deep trouble. He fights for all he's worth and he struggles, trying to resist tapping out, resist giving in, but LeBlanc is a Jiu-Jitsu ace and he's not letting this go that easily. Still, Summers fights and scraps to the point he gets his legs under him and turns himself so he's face down on his knees, his arm still deep within LeBlanc's clutches.-
Brunswick: He has to posture up! He has to mitigate the pressure!
-And so he attempts to posture up, but LeBlanc has it scouted, knowing that he'll have to in order to avoid tapping. It was a calculated move this, trying to get onto his knees, but against a man like LeBlanc it was a risk no worth doing. His arm still tight against LeBlanc's chest, Alex lets go the grapevine, teasing Summers a bit, luring him in. When Summers bites and comes closer, it's a trap he should have known to avoid. Yanking the arm in closer, Alex gets it up high, and brings LJ's neck within range. Closer than he's ever been, Alex wraps a leg around the back of LJ's neck then drops his other leg over the crossed over ankle, hooking it and squeezing, locking in a Triangle Choke!.-
Brunswick: Deep Waters! He took Summers out to sea and he's drowning him in Deep Waters! Triangle Choke in the middle of the ring!
Smith: Ah! Fight, LJ fight!
-The crowd looking on, the lights are starting to dim for LJ Summers. LeBlanc starts pulling down for more torque and the pressure is augmented even more so. Is this the end for LJ Summers? Did Alex just pull off another one?-
[SUBMISSION ATTEMPT - ARMBAR INTO TRIANGLE CHOKE ]
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