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The Truth
Topic Started: May 19 2015, 10:43 PM (101 Views)
SaviourSelf
Seasoned Professional
-Sitting at a desk in a hotel overlooking a waterfront, the pier glittering with lights and the hustle and bustle of a summer night, Alex LeBlanc is wearing a pair of tailored slacks, a white linen shirt and a vest. A family heirloom, a gold pocket watch is tucked inside of the front pocket of the vest, and setting off the ensemble is a pink tie from Brooks Brothers, silk in nature. He looks the part of a champion, of a veteran. As he sits there though, Alex is shaking his head, almost laughing to himself.-

Alex: Well ain't this bout a bitch?

-LeBlanc lights a cigarette and chuckles a bit, shrugging before inhaling. Letting the smoke billow out, Alex lets the Benson & Hedges Gold Brand cigarette hang from between his middle and his forefinger. Tempered, calm and in a manner much like a Southern Gentleman, Alex starts speaking calmly, measured.-

Alex: In a world of resplendent and grandiose braggadocio from the mouths and fingertips of my counterparts, I would be remiss if I didn't take a minute to remind the public; those of you who still enjoy Professional Wrestling and not the mockery that Shaw, Donovan, Razer and Slaughter have made of it; that yes, I am indeed, still your "Huckleberry".

-LeBlanc taps the ash off the end of the cigarette stick into an ashtray and he eyes down the camera, an Omega watch peeking out from under the French Cuff.-

Alex: Way beyond the fact that my counterparts have spent more time jockeying and positioning than the Bay Colts and Mares at Pimlico or Churchill Downs, they seem to have all forgotten that as we stand, here admit the din and noise... that I, Alex LeBlanc, am one point away from being right back in that mix, the "spoiler" if you will for all of the best laid plans.

As such, I don't have to speak much, because the outcome is a formality. I'll get that remaining point, I'll challenge for the title and I'll wait until all these young men wound and batter themselves before I walk into my spotlight, draw the gun out of the holster and take any of those three men fighting for the title at Summeriest behind the woodshed and treat them like a stud who broke a horseshoe.

I'm at the best possible camp I can be, I train with the Original Combat Barbie, Sylvia Wrath, I have a woman who knows all the ins-and-outs of being a champion, who is even greater than I, I have Joey Nox back at home to go over the tapes, and I have a bunch of youngsters in a dojo in California working with coaches I've employed who push me regularly. I'm afforded the luxury of not having to speak because my resume, and the results will speak for me. Time will tell.

-Alex takes a hard drag, and he chuckles hard now, blowing out and then ashing the damn thing.-

Alex: Unfortunately, the problem is that I'm a prideful sonofabitch. Probably the most prideful one in PRW and when people seemingly forget about my accomplishments, I get a bit antsy. Moreover, I start getting a bit combative and confrontational. I mean, dear me, I may even attack people and put boots to asses. It's a gift and a curse, really.

See, when people seem to forget everything I've done, Triple Crown Champion, Grand Slam Champion, Most Decorated Man Ever In PRW, Hall of Famer First Ballot, it kind of grind my gears. It really rattles my cage when people whom I've bested, people who can't even lick my Tony Llamas are sitting there making claims like I would, and stealing or biting my rhetoric. Acting like they're well.. me.

When Razer went up in the rafters, I was waiting for my royalties from when I did the same thing back in '09...

-Alex clicks his tongue and winks at the camera, pointing at it before continuing.-

Alex: Folks, what these people believe "love" is, was created by men back in the 1950s to sell stockings. What they call "enlightenment", was brought forward by advertising execs in the 1970s to sell cola with a "Hilltop" ad. What they call Professional Wrestling now?

-Alex laughs and fixes his tie a bit, condescendingly.-

Alex: Well, that's shit I've been doing for the better part of a decade. Get at me, children.

-LeBlanc shakes his head, in a "y'all motherfuckers must have forgot" moment.-

Alex: Hell, we got some kid Larry acting like he's Bane, running around locker rooms and arenas, maiming people with chairs. Violence? Do you know who I am? Do you know who you're facing at Summeriest, kid?

I'm PRW's Doc Holliday, Larry. I'm a tempered, calm, and mild-mannered man. I'm a scholar, an academic, charming as the next, but behind these eyes, and behind this gaze is a man who will shoot you between your eyes and not think twice about it. I don't need a chair to leave you laying and my resume proves it.

I'm the Sawed-Off Shotgun of Professional Wrestling, and I've grown to have a bit of a hair-pull trigger. You pull it, and either California, Montreal or Detroit is where the bodies are gunna get stacked. Sometimes I'll even rock a mask like Rip Hamilton and leave my hand in the air defiantly like I hit a jumper with the game on the line. Because I can.

-Alex points to his face and makes a circle with his finger, nodding.-

Essentially, I'm Sanders, either Deion or Barry. I'm the GOAT. I'm the best of the absolute best, and while others are talking, I keep my mouth shut and let the results and the numbers do the talking. Nobody has won titles like me, eviscerated opponents like me, or made more of you into stars than me by just sharing the same ring.

On the real shit? I've put more of you bitches on than a Harvey Weinstein Casting Couch. Own it.

-LeBlanc shrugs.-

Alex: So please, keep talking. Keep pumping yourselves up with false confidence and silly narratives. I'll sit here and giggle while you guys kill yourselves and I keep stealing the show, keep making it look easy and keep racking up the points.

When you guys are done playing footsie?

I'll be waiting to take my damn belt back.



- 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
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