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The Author Of Your Pain
Topic Started: Nov 10 2015, 04:31 PM (105 Views)
SaviourSelf
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-Inside of a pristine warehouse on the southern part of Divisadero Street in San Francisco, Alex LeBlanc is at the opening of yet another offshoot of the LFC gym's that he has begun to put his name on as a way of positioning himself for a life after wrestling, a life after fighting. The 2,000 square feet area with it's padded walls and LFC-color scheme is in line with the flagship LA branch and the original Big Bear location, but the interlocking SF on the spring-loaded mats let you know that you're in the Bay Area.-

-Peppered with questions about the new locale by local reporters and journalists, Alex LeBlanc says the right things about the new gym at 321 Divisadero Street, calling it the "new home" of the LFC, and the "lab from where we'll eminate. The new HQ, if you will". Wearing a heather-made San Francisco Giants snapback, the gray crown offset by the black bill and the orange interlocking SF, Alex looks at peace with himself momentarily. A black shirt with the LFC logo on it and "Bay Area" underneath it in orange stylized writing ensures that everyone knows Alex is committed to this. The media scrum winding down, Alex notices the PRW camera filming it all, and he laughs, knowing they'd be there, knowing they had asked for credentials a few days before. Shocked at the lack of THEIR questions, Alex decides to direct the narrative for PRW, ending the scrum to give PRW, his bread and butter, their time exclusively.-

Alex: Here we are, aren't we Patrick? You're doing your thing with Dario Cueto, negotiating contracts and appearances. Your Onslaught are rebuilding and reforming off an attempted splintering, and here we stand, two men about a month away from another "chance" encounter. You're running things in your world and me? Well..

-Alex points behind him, at his Director of Operations, Madeline Green-Knight, attending to her own scrum, and he merely smirks.-

Alex: It seems that I'm not doing quite too shabby in my own world either.

-Alex laughs a bit and clasps his hands together, addressing the elephant in the room rather directly and rather candidly.-

Alex: A few short days ago, PRW had me do this WrestleTherapy thing, where I sat with Dr. Dalton and I gave him an hour of my time, and we discussed a myriad of things. One of the things that kept coming up however, was this constant theme of if I was happy, if I had done enough, if there was anything left for me to chase, if there was another match out there for me to get excited about.

To be honest, Patrick, I sat there and I thought about it, and while I didn't answer at the time, my mind kept wondering back to you, quite frankly. I addressed it in part in the meeting, clarifying that seeing you do well brought me pride, then jealousy, then disdain and then finally, the itch to return, but I don't think I ever truly delved into how responsible you were for my return, or rather, how much you influenced Alex LeBlanc coming back to take back his throne.

-LeBlanc walks gingerly on his mat, the spring in the mats giving him the proverbial lift and spring in his steps. He seems happier than usual, but he's pointedly stepping aside from the journalist and the reporters to make this personal, to individualize this, to make this pointed.-

Alex: Now that we're doing with the formalities, Patrick; now that we have put the children like Carlos Cruz to bed and we can finally focus on what is important, I can direct this toward you and make sure you truly understand where I'm coming from when I told you a month ago that I was no gate-keeper and politely told you that I, Alex LeBlanc, was damn sure not going to be yours. I can now pointedly tell you, Patrick, that I'm promising you without a shadow of a doubt that I will not be your stepping stone.

It's not that I merely don't want to be, Slaughter. It's because I literally can't. I can't because that has never been my role when it comes to you, old friend. My role, when it comes to you, has always been quite different, quite... one-sided, if you will.

-Alex laughs, but the tone has gone sinister, a bit darker than we're used to from Alex quite recently. It becomes painfully obvious that the call-out, that the derision from critics has caused a reaction. One that has put LeBlanc on edge, and driven him to a point he doesn't often go to.-

Alex: The reality, young man, is that I'm the author of all your pain, Patrick.

Every time that our lives have intersected, I have always made it a point to ruin yours. I have always had the ability, the foresight and the resolve to take everything you've built and turn it to rubble. I've taken your ivory towers, Patrick and reduced them to ash. I've done it, Patrick, because when it comes to our lives and it comes to our paths meeting at a crossroads, I have always been the bringer of rain, the black cloud that hangs over your career, dampening and inconveniencing even your most well-laid plans.

In the beginning when your Onslaught was a nascent being full of life and wonder, when you were rising through the ranks and looking to become the faces of the Tag Division, myself and Joey Nox, your BIGGEST RIVAL, always stood in your way. Whenever you came close to gold, it was always the Dead Man's Hand that placed you at the back of the line. Whenever you had a chance at immortality, a chance at respectablity, it was always me whose was one step ahead, one rung higher, and one level above you.

In your singles career, whenever you tried to break through to the upper echelon of talent, whenever you tried to adhere the label of "Face of the Franchise" to your chest as if you were some suntanned Superman, it was always me who took a boot to your face and knocked you down a peg. I did it enough times, Patrick, that I even coined a phrase that would hang with you, that would HAUNT YOU for the duration of your career here.

It was me who coined the phrase "Glass Ceiling" when it came to talking about Patrick Slaughter.

It was always me who was able to put you beneath with a well-placed Superkick or a drop of your head on the canvas.

-Alex clicks his teeth and sucks on them, a bit incensed, a bit angered.-

Alex: When you did finally break through and the masses bestowed this title of "Mr.PRW" to your name and said you were the one who bled the colors of PRW, it was because I was not around. It was because they were blind to the fact that the man who had done it before you, who had done it to a level that far superseded you, was gone. When I carried this company on my shoulders time after time, I received no platitudes or glorification. When you did it, you got the equivalent of a blowjob from every writer, journalist, critic and fan. That sticks in my craw. It sticks in my craw enough to draw the desire to bury you.

It sticks in my craw enough that although I've reformed myself and found my calling well after this "life" is done, I dug deep enough to find remnants of the old me, remnants of the man who made your life unbearable when you were always BENEATH me.

-Taking a deep breath, LeBlanc lets out a heavy sigh, almost as if he's disgusted.-

Alex: That's the thing about this, Patrick. You called me out as if me facing you was Patrick Slaughter doing me a favor, extending an olive branch to a man he believed couldn't hack it, giving spotlight to a man who is past it, over it. You called me out as if I was a gatekeeper in this industry nowadays and that by facing you, I would have a chance at re-invention, a chance at rediscovering the spotlight or what made me great.

...I never lost what made me great, Patrick, and you calling me out damn sure wasn't some "favor" to me.

-Alex laughs and just shakes his head.-

Alex: There will be those who see this and boo me incessantly. There will be those who hear these words and think I've turned my back on what I am, or what I'm supposed to be.

I've done neither. I've stayed true to exactly who I am and exactly what I've always claimed to be.

The Best Professional Wrestler In The World.

I am driven by this statement and this statement alone. Everything else, moral compass be damned, is irrelevant. I don't care if I'm beloved or if I'm hated, but I will ensure that I am respected and respected as such when my statement, my claim and my reason for EXISTING WITHIN THIS INDUSTRY is cemented as FACT.

I don't make friends, I don't play nice and I make damn sure, every time, that my claim is substantiated by fact and performance.

If that makes me a bad guy, so be it. Boo me. Jeer me. I don't really give a fuck.

-Alex shrugs and continues.-

Alex: There's a reality here, however, that you need to understand, Patrick, and I'll say it again, pointedly, so that you grasp it.

These gyms, SPARTA, this fight club? It is all possible because of the RESPECT I command as arguably the most decorated athlete to ever walk into a PRW event. It's all possible because of the RESPECT I command as quite possibly? The "Greatest To Ever Do This".

My own team may not even like me, but I get athletes the world over willing to train with me and join my squad because they know that when it comes to a fight, I am without a doubt, the most dangerous, lethal and downright SUCCESSFUL man to ever lace them up.

-Balling his hand up in a fist, Alex tries to reign it in, but years of passion, dedication and giving his life to this fucking thing, boil over, and LeBlanc hisses at the camera, full of venom and downright anger.-

Alex: For YEARS, Patrick, I was the measuring stick in this damn company. I was the one who every one else was compared to. On a personal level, for YEARS I was the one who stood in your way and made it impossible for you to reach the mountaintop. You only reached the mountaintop when I walked away and was given a suit and a desk...

I'll say it again, so you understand it:

I am the author of all your pain in PRW

-Taking a deep breath, Alex closes his eyes and buries that hate, that resentment deep within himself.-

Alex, calmer: At the PPV? I'm writing yet another chapter in our story together, Pat.











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