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Firestarters & Hearthstones
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Topic Started: Aug 28 2015, 12:29 AM (85 Views)
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SaviourSelf
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Aug 28 2015, 12:29 AM
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-Standing outside of a white house, the number to it nailed into the door, is Alex LeBlanc. He has a paper bag from Cheesecake Factory in his hand, and he's checking his watch, albeit impatiently. Not wasting more time, Alex sighs heavily, then knocks three times on the door. As he does, the mail slot peers open, shuts and then without warning, a note slips through the slot. On a piece of yellow notepad paper are the words "Reveal Yourself". Drawing a heavy groan, LeBlanc leans into the door and bellows out a little louder than he would have wanted.-
Alex: LeBlanc, Alex. We know each other. Last I checked, we knew each other. Last I checked? you gave me this address...
-The door remains closed for a few seconds before we hear a series of locks and sliding bolts being undone, each one louder and more intricate than the last. Alex rolling his eyes, we hear a buzzer go off and then 6 more locks followed by a "PING" noise. "For God Sakes!", says LeBlanc, but another note comes through the mail slot, this one reading "Turn Around & Close Your Eyes". Doing so, exasperatedly, Alex waits for a few moments, the camera zooming in on him.-
Alex, eyes closed, frustrated: CMON ALREADY!
-Without warning, Nebraska Jones pops out from beside Alex and screams out "Hey buddy!", startling Alex and making him freak out right there on the stoop.-
Alex: CHRIST! YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
Nebs: Dude, totes cool. You shoulda seen your face. You were all like "AHH!" and you put your hands up like you saw one of those ghost in the movie. Like look, watch.
-Nebs mimics Alex, throwing her hands up and her shoulders back, making a horrified face before giggling a bit.-
Nebs: Like that.
-Alex shaking his head, he reaches out calmly and squeezes Nebraska's shoulder, getting her attention.-
Alex: Sweetie, doll? I'm here for a reason. Where is he?
-Nebraska nods and stifles her laughter. Smoothing out her shirt as if it were a dress, Jones tells Alex to be quiet and tip-toes into the house, LeBlanc following behind closely as Nebraska starts doing her best "Secret Agent Man" impression, hugging the walls as if she were Solid Snake. She even goes as far as knocking on the wall. Breaking the fourth wall and making this "meta" as fuck, LeBlanc tells Nebs that she has a "Exclamation Mark" over her head, to which Jones just scowls at him and tells him to hush.-
Alex: For a wildcard, you sure are sensitive. Jeez.
-Blowing off the last comment, Nebraska finally leads Alex into a study. Sitting before a fireplace, his head immersed in "Blood Meridian" by Cormac McCarthy and a glass of milk beside him as he puffed bubbles out of a corn-cob pipe is Joey Nox. It's mid-week and this is his relaxation technique. Chuckling once, Alex shakes his head and takes a seat at the red velvet chair beside Nox, putting the bag down at his feet.-
Nox, not looking up: I've been expecting you.
Alex, nodding: You could have called.
Nox, retorting: You moved to California.
Alex, sucking teeth: Still got the same number.
Nox, finally looking up: I lost my iPhone. I have a Droid now. Lost my contacts. You know how much of a bitch that is.
-Alex sits there for a minute in the silence. The history between the two is enough for the tension to be cut with a knife. They sit there for a minute, just staring at each other before Nox reaches out and daps his brother, Alex responding in kind. They both settle in a bit, and Nox finally puts down his book and turns to face his older brother.-
Nox: How are the kids? Find the place alright?
Alex: Nebraska's directions included the terms "look for house with white picket fence. Turn there", but yeah, I found it. Kids are good.
Nox, suddenly dropping bombs: So then why are you here, Alex?
-Alex shakes his head, and shrugs, guessing that there's no better time for business it seems.-
Alex: Well, seems like we both have agenda's going forward. You're teetering on whether to decide to come back for one last dance in the sun, and well me? I'm going into a Pay-Per-View vs Razer for the big ol' pie in the sky.
Nox, quizzically and standing his ground: And just what does any of that have to do with me?
Alex, matter-of-factly: Seemingly, little brother, we both still have something left to prove.
-Nox sucks his teeth a bit and Alex merely continues, knowing he has his brother's attention.-
Alex: For years, we ran up and down roads, and we were the innovators and creators of a time gone-by. Nobody EVER did it better than the two of us, to the point where we battled each other because we had nobody else who could pose a challenge to us. Individual of that, whenever we worked together as a unit, nobody contained us. We were the standard-bearers, the threshold, the firestarters and the hearthstones of PRW. We ruled this place...
Alex: But we got older, Noxy Boy. We got older and the sands of time crept up on us. We couldn't rest on laurels anymore and time finally caught up. Nowadays? We're just two old men trying to fight off the reaper and get one last hurrah in. We 're just two old vets yearning for that last curtain call.
Alex: You never get rid of the itch, it's always there and its always vibrant. There's no shame in staying away, in staying home with a beautiful girl and a strong Wifi signal when you want some strange. But we're a different breed. We don't go from stealing the show every night into a job where we do sales or corporate liaison work from 9-5.
-Nox stops and reaches out to Alex, nudging him with a punch in the leg.-
Nox: Is that what Razer is about to you? One last hurrah?
-Alex smirks a bit, and shakes his head.-
Alex: Nope. Because I don't plan on going away. That said, there is some finality to this, Joey. There's finality in the sense that a match with Razer is the culmination of the fact that shows to the world that I still have it. It's the final word on whether I ever truly lost a step. It's the deciding factor on whether I'm still the best to ever do this damn thing.
Alex: If I'm able to step away for a year and then come back and win the damn belt, what's it prove? It proves everything. It proves every claim I ever made, ever robust announcement I spent time crafting. It solidifies and verifies everything.
-Nox starts to nod a bit, understanding.-
Nox: And men like us need that. We need the validation. We need the stroke. We need to know. We need to have the last word. On our legacy. On PRW. In how we get remembered.
-Getting a bit wistful, Alex hangs his head a bit, a fireplace burning behind the two Outlaws, former Undisputed Champions, former Undefeated, Undisputed and Unrivaled Tag Team Champions of the World, and arguably the best team PRW has ever seen.-
Alex: You know.. when we won all that stuff, Joey, all the titles back then. When we went to Mexico and Japan, when we fought each other? It was something then. It was about ego. It was selfish. The kids weren't around back then. The girls weren't around then. We were doing it strictly for ourselves...
-Alex stops a minute and wags a finger at Nox, not dismissively, but as if he can't really put the words together.-
Alex: It's different now. Arielle is 7. Aiden is 4. They get it now. They're old enough to understand what Dad has dedicated his life to. They ask questions now, Joey. They ask questions about how good Daddy used to be, and what kind of man "Daddy" was...
Alex: One day, that'll be you, little brother.
-Nox stops dead in his tracks, and he just looks at Alex. He can see the wear. He can see the turmoil and the toll it's all taken. He's not the same Alex who went rip-shit-riot all those years ago. And maybe? Maybe it's for the best. Maybe this Alex is a better version of himself. Maybe nowadays, this version of Nox could even be cut from that same cloth, better and upgraded. Regardless, Alex nudges over the bag to his little brother and stands up, patting Nox's knee on the way up.-
Alex: Be able to look yourself and your family in the eye when it's all said and done, Joey. Control your own legacy. Don't let anybody else write you as a villain or a hero...
Alex: Author your own story, big man.
Nox, stopping him: What's in the bag?
-Stopping in the doorway, LeBlanc looks over his shoulder and chuckles to himself before answering.-
Alex: A Megabus Ticket into Toronto Coach and an LFC shirt.
Nox: A bus, Alex?
Alex: Gives you time to think, little brother.
-Nox shakes his head a bit, laughing.-
Alex: Let me know when you're ready.
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