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Milquetoast & Metaphors
Topic Started: Nov 24 2015, 11:45 PM (95 Views)
SaviourSelf
Seasoned Professional
-Having had to travel from his home in Los Angeles and leave behind his family, Alex LeBlanc is on part two of his journey to Madrid for the El Foro Showdown. A layover of 4 hours his greatest enemy, Alex is sharing the next leg of his travel with Cassie Rial and Nebraska Jones and as both of the Brilliant Pair are sitting in a booth inside of an overpriced restaurant in JFK's International Terminal, LeBlanc is sitting at the bar, poking at a piece of London Broil being sold as Fillet Mignon and trying to hide his contempt as the ever-present PRW cameras try to get a sound bite.-

Alex, bemused: You know, you can tell Ace Andrews or whoever is signing the checks nowadays that next time they flight me out from LAX, they could spring for fucking First Class. Hell, pay for the damn Admirals Club. I'll even take that. It's the least you guys could do after I took you from the darkest days of Lion Mertueil title reigns, Gunner Wuher promos and fighting in front of crowds so small you'd think we were XWA.

-LeBlanc sighs and pokes the damn steak again, if you can even call it that, then looks at the bartender, sighs even harder, and not wanting to make her job harder, orders two drinks, a Diet Coke and an Irish Car Bomb. When it comes to the Car Bomb, he gives the girl specific instructions to bring him the Jameson and the Guinness poured together, but the Baileys in a shot glass separately.She seems confused because normally that's not the way it goes, but she acquiesces. When she walks away, LeBlanc can't contain himself.-

LeBlanc: All I wanted was for someone to get my drink order right. 5 hours on a plane, and the only thing I want when I get off is someone to give me a proper steak and the right drink. Instead I get Salisbury Steak and a Cement Mixer...

-Pulling the drinks to him after giving the bartender a bit of a look when she returns with his order, LeBlanc takes a pull from the straw and immediately cringes saying, "Pepsi? Really?!", before shaking his head and focusing on the shot and pint glass in front of him. Inspecting it carefully, Alex sees that for all her warts, "Ashley" got that part right. Slowly, he begins to talk.-

LeBlanc: You know, the important thing to remember about this shot is that its volatile. On the surface, it looks neat and clean. You can see the cohesion between the whiskey and the stout, you can see how they settle together and their properties kind of meld together. They become part of one another. Poured together and allowed to sit, the concession is strong, powerful. It has a kick and a punch all on it's own.

-Slowly, Alex grabs the shot of Bailey's and he starts pouring it in slowly, making sure that the camera can catch the pint glass and watch it, allowing it to capture "science" at work.-

LeBlanc: Still, there's another component to this, and if you add it at just the right pace, it'll meld together smoothly and be right for consumption. If you do it too slowly though, if you add that milquetoast, vanilla component to the mix and just sit and watch it do it's business on its own terms? That milquetoast component is going to curdle. That vanilla ingredient is going to spoil what you were creating.

-Given a few seconds, the cream liqueur turns the Car Bomb and curdles it, the addition of the vanilla, milquetoast component enough to sour everything. Chunks starting to form, Alex pokes them, seemingly furthering his point.-

LeBlanc: You're the milk, Patrick.

-Alex shrugs and just watches the shot glass, not taking his eyes off it.-

LeBlanc: I created something here that speaks for itself. I brought this place life and order. You say we don't need an emperor, and maybe that's true, but what it definitely doesn't need is an Onslaught. Recently, it seems like the fans and members of your own camp seem to think the same way.

Regardless, I built something here through success and results. Criticize me for my arrogance and my bravado, but is it really bravado or arrogance when all you do is win? Is it really being cocky at that point, or is it just called "THE TRUTH" when you've won more titles than anybody in this company and held more championships than some of these kids have had actual matches?

In any case, those arenas that you're so honored to compete in, those hotels you stay in nowadays, those gyms that you were able to start an Onslaught Camp in? None of that would have been possible had I not been the absolute ICON I had been during my time in PRW.

Without me, PRW isn't selling out arenas or even venturing into half of the markets they're able to access nowadays. Without me, you're staying in La Quintas and Super 8s. Without me, the only gym you're walking into is an LA Fitness so you can get Ata on a treadmill and have her lose the 10 pounds she's gained from "stress eating".

The world's watching, Ata. We've noticed, "Bigger Dog".

-Alex makes an "expanding" hand motion with his hands and cringes before shrugging and continuing.-

LeBlanc: But hey, I'm the villain here right? It's not like I was the one who brought you all financial stability and clarity back when I was getting PRW television deals and was the first guy to get endorsement deals. Whose counting right? I mean, its so much easier to just criticize the reason for your success for his well-earned retirements than to appreciate the surplus of riches he provided. Ain't it, Pat?

-Alex gives a mocking nod to the camera, closing his eyes in a "I Know" sort of look. Opening, Alex swirls the pint glass for effect, mouthing, "I'm not done".-

LeBlanc, starting up again: So I leave. I leave this industry in what I thought was good hands. I leave it at the top of the mountain, well-positioned for growth and I take that desk job where I gave you SPARTA, I brought you into new markets and I continued to help this company expand. Once again, even in retirement, this company was me and I was this company. We had melded together and I had become the physical and spiritual embodiment of what it meant to be PRW, even with you shcmucks who benefitted from that ridiculing me for it.

But still, there I was, watching from afar, having handed over the torch to Patrick Slaughter as the next "in-ring Ace", the guy tabbed to be Mr. PRW, and what did "Glass Ceiling" do? What did he provide for PRW in terms of growth? In terms of excitement? What did he do for what I created?

-Alex laughs and points at the pint glass.-

LeBlanc: He did absolutely nothing. He blended in. He had a few matches, he got by on "perseverance" or what it is you call it now when your opponents suck and you're naturally more gifted, and he won the title. But what did he actually do when he became champion and was charged with progressing the company and what I had built and left from him to add on to?

He spoiled it. He let it curdle.

He let it curdle because Patrick IS vanilla, literally and metaphorically. He's milquetoast. He's the softest motherfucker in the industry. A bigger man would have taken the reigns, led us into a new future and spearheaded development and innovation. Instead, Patrick brought in 15 Samoans, gave them a room, a t-shirt to feel part of a "team", and couldn't make bank if we gave him play-doe.

-Alex scoffs, almost insulted.-

LeBlanc: Patrick isn't a leading man. He's not an ICON. He's not an Ace. He's a placeholder. He's an also-ran. How more evident could it be that when he was the champion and the man that was supposed to be the focal point of this promotion, Razer was the guy everyone was looking at as the Top Dog and the locker room leader.

Pat has never been "The Guy". He's always been the B-Side. But now he wants to stand and call me out, saying that we need to prove the point once and for all and settle "just who is PRW's Go-To Man", just which of PRW's "Torchbearers" is better than the other.

-Alex laughs and then leans in to the camera.-

LeBlanc: You were never a "torchbearer", Pat.

Edited by SaviourSelf, Nov 24 2015, 11:46 PM.
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