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"We Think We Know You"
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Topic Started: Jul 25 2015, 10:42 PM (118 Views)
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SaviourSelf
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Jul 25 2015, 10:42 PM
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-It's a scene that has happened before, Alex LeBlanc sitting down in his gym, looking entirely too old for this shit. He's wearing a distressed t-shirt with a Torque Athletics logo on it and a pair of Reebok athletic shorts, having just gotten off the mats himself. Still, with Clash of the Titans a few short days away, everyone is looking for a soundbyte on LeBlanc's match with Bella Quinn. Cameras in his face and his curiosity piqued, Alex starts to speak with a chuckle.-
Alex: You know, it's been a weird few weeks around these parts. Rivalries have turned into reunions and one-offs have turned into something legitimate. A rivalry with my pseudo-baby sister has turned into us sharing talent and training facilities and some of the best the Red River Alliance and the Dojo has to offer coming down to the LeBlanc Fight Gym and training with myself, Tim Mateo, Monte Doyle and the rest.
A one-off reunion of the Outlaws is turning into a rekindling of friendship and more time spent with my kid brother.
The more things change, the more things stay the same. Some things are constants in this world, and in an industry where fads and "flavors of the week" are commonplace, it's a rarity to see someone who has toiled in this shit for damn near a decade continue to be relevant and hold a place near the top.
-Alex chuckles and raps his fingers on the chair he's sitting on, laughing to himself a bit about what he believes to be his misfortune.-
Alex: Frankly, that's probably the problem. I've been so good for so long that a lot of people see my name and see how long I've been doing this and they think I've lost a step. They think that rather than make a run at a title, I should be a road manager or a talent evaluator or an Event Manager like Logan is now. They think I should hang it up and walk away. Hell, I've heard more derisive comments about my one-time retirement than anybody else ever has.
Truth is, nobody likes an Outlaw.
-Alex shrugs a bit, seemingly coming to grips with that.-
Alex: People gripe about me, my achievements and my standing. They've made it known that I probably don't deserve the standing I'm in, nor do they believe I have what it takes to become a champion again. Those would-be opponents believe my best days have passed me by and men like Razer and Patrick Slaughter often scoff and laugh, thinking my last string of matches since I have returned are nothing really to write home about even if the dominance and points speak otherwise.
-A bit annoyed, Alex leans forward.-
Alex: The reality of it is, when I started in this business, there was chaos. I brought order.
I took a second-rate, inefficient model of a wrestling company and I built a company, a monolith really, in my image. I saved the sinking ship and I became the Face of PRW before any of you ever waved the flag.
That's the way it was, for years, because that's the way it had to be done.
-LeBlanc sucks his teeth a bit then nods at the camera.-
Alex: No one complained when there was a place to work that paid a decent salary. Nobody whined when there was now lights in your homes and actual homes instead of living in cars and cheap hotels. Nobody complained when innovation and artistry was brought to the forefront. Nobody batted an eyelash when the ways of the past were rejuvenated and reinvigorated with the introduction of ideas from Japan and the world of Mixed Martial Arts. Nobody whinged and bitched when the youth was made a priority and I made it my fucking Calling Card to raise the profile of a newer generation.
-Bitter and disenfranchised, LeBlanc chews on his lip before continuing.-
Alex: Be it behind the scenes or outwardly in public, be it in matches or in the board room, Alex LeBlanc has been the flame that has stoked the fires for PRW for years. I have kept the lights on, the gears turning. Every innovation we have had from giving the ball to the likes of Wrath, Slaughter, Andrews and the others to the introduction of SPARTA and its like-minded bretheren, I have been a part of.
I have been the Innovator of Violence and the would-be puppet master. You call me old and lacking, but I have been as dominant and as unbeatable as I was in my run as champion. I have not lost, I have not wavered in my talents. I cannot be faulted if your flashes in the pan don't show up to face me, but I should be credited when I dominate men and women with half the experience, an "old man" running circles around children who think that I don't have it anymore, or the gameday ability to get it done.
-Alex laughs to himself, outwardly, cocky as ever.-
Alex: If I don't have the ability, the talent or the drive anymore, then please tell me why am I here? Why is it that I'm a point away from meeting Razer and ripping the title out of his drunken English hands and leaving him with nothing but regrets and a bar tab? Why is it that Patrick Slaughter is afraid of me and refuses to say my name like I'm some sort of Boogeyman that will leap out from the shadows and kick his ass like I used to do years ago both solo and with Joey Nox by my side?
Why am I here then, folks?
-Alex fingers the camera close and smiles at it.-
Alex: I'm here because as has been the case for the past few years, I'm still the one who moves the needle. I'm still the one right in the thick of it. PRW is not nearly as interesting if I'm not involved. I bring drama, I bring fervor.
I'm still here because there isn't anybody who can knock me off my perch. I'm still here because the only ting that has ever caused me to slip down to the second spot or allow someone else to ascend to the summit is my own motivation and my own drive. Put simply, when I give a fuck, I'm the scariest and most dangerous motherfucker in this company and on God's green earth.
When I'm motivated, I can move mountains. I can make a hard man weep. I turn diamonds to dust with my bare fucking hands.
-Alex licks his lips and pauses for a minute.-
Alex: There are men out there, simple-minded men, men like Slaughter and Razer who think I don't have a shot in hell of winning that damn title again. There's men out there who look at my history, who look at a decade's worth of dominance in a career that spans across the globe and has collected more titles than Shawn Kemp has collected illegitimate children ...and think it's impossible.
I'm still here...because those men don't believe in me. Because they doubt me. Because they have provided the motivation behind this journey and have burned such a hole in my ass that not only have I come a point away from facing the champion, but I'm going to take the little ratchet lass from Scotland and string her up in effigy to prove a point.
-Alex points to the sky then does a rope pull motion, nodding slowly.-
Alex: There's a growing contingent of you who walk around with this belief. You see me backstage, you see me in malls or at signings and you say "you used to be such a warrior", "you were so great".
You may as well be saying, "We think we know you".
Because you don't. None of you do.
You walk around with your misconceptions and your assumptions, fueling fires and erroneous belief sets thinking that I don't have the ability to take your titles or to embarrass you like I used to do when you were some fledgling curtain-jerker open MY cards with a Japanese kid by your side, or when you were nothing more than a lackey for a kid who liked Death Metal.
I'm coming for that fucking belt.
Because I built this damn company. I sustained it. I nurtured it. I wore it on my damn back.
-Alex stands up and pushes the chair gently to the side.-
Alex: ...And nothing's fucking changed.
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