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How The Other Half Lives
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Topic Started: Nov 27 2015, 04:04 PM (57 Views)
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SaviourSelf
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Nov 27 2015, 04:04 PM
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-We're backstage at the "El Foro Showdown" and there's massive commotion coming from the back as we walk through the hallways, getting closer and closer to the noise. Approaching the door, we see that it's a private locker room, and the logo on the front door clearly states that it's the LFC locker room. The cameraman pushing the door open slowly, the scene is one of chaos as LeBlanc is sitting there, still in a suit, joined by Monte Doyle and Angus Cadogan who are rocking that Hugo Boss look and Cailin Deckert whose looking stunning in a pink sundress (!). -
-There are bottles of champagne and catered food everywhere, wine and cheese plates strewn about, buckets on ice and it's pretty damn clear that not only did Alex fly his team into Madrid on his dime, but he made this a celebration, of them, of the team, and of what they've been able to accomplish. The three of them being the closest team members to the leader and founder of the club, he's brought his proteges with him, and bestowed upon them not only food and drink, but hotel stays at the finest hotels in the Capital City. In short, it pays to be a life-loyal LFC member.-
-The cameraman slinking in closer, trying to not get detected, he catches the foursome singing along, loudly, to "Shake It Off" by Taylor Swift, Cailin Deckert inexplicably and awesomely LEADING the singing and jumping around! In what's supposed to be a private moment for the team, each one with a glass in their hand, bopping around, they're shouting out their "theme" song, not giving a fuck. Deckert's rough facade has dropped entirely, Doyle and Cadogan are laughing, and Alex to his credit, surrounded by the monsters he's made, the trio that have become part of the extended family, hushes them and raises his glass to them.-
Alex: Kids, we didn't just fucking win, we dominated! Winning culture, all day, every damn day! Angus put Espada to sleep, Cailin put some girl to sleep, and Monte? Oh Monte... that kick rose up from the Fields of Athenry and came down across that Wild Tiger chump with the force of a hammer to the neck! We said it, and I told you all. Trust the process! Well this, this is the damn process! Salute!
-The boys toast their glass and there's a bunch of "Hear, hear!", and in a blink and you'll miss it moment, Caitlin burrows into Alex and he turns his head and kisses the side of her head, in a manner which says this isn't the first or the last time that's been done. Alex pulling off Cailin as the rest of the squad is talking amongst themselves, he spots the camera man, nudges Deckert and we get a "Fuck!" from her as Doyle starts going apoplectic.-
Doyle: WHO THE FECK ARE YOU, MATE?! DO YOU JUST WALTZ INTO LOCKER ROOMS LIKE YOU OWN THE FECKIN PLACE? I DONT STRUT INTO YOUR MOTHER'S BAKERY AND TELL HER, "FRUMPY FRAN, MAKE ME A MINCE MEAT PIE!" WITHOUT ANNOUNCING MYSELF, YE FUCKING IDIOT! WHO THE FUCK YE THINK YE ARE?! THIS IS A CHAMPIONS PARTY AND LAST I CHECKED, MATE, THE ONLY GOLD YOU'RE WEARING ARE THE FILLINGS IN YE TEETH AND YER ABOUT TE LOSE THOSE!
-Alex puts his hand out and blocks Doyle from advancing, Cadogan just grumbling and eye-fucking the cameraman. Deckert is kind of beside herself, not wanting her personal business in the public eye, but still has enough anger in her to mumble "always some dude taking pictures to put it on TMZ or whatever. It's whatever, can't have a boyfriend or shit because someone has to print articles and shit in the National Enquirer. It's whatever and shit. Maybe I'll fuck him next time and y'all can take pictures of that".-
-Alex is left just shaking his head and biting his lip, but he takes control of the situation, calming everyone down, and telling everyone to settle a bit.-
Alex: Guys, lads, babe, it's alright. It's fine. It's fine because Gary, our lovely cameraman here, just wanted to see and show the world how the other half lives. Gary wanted to show everyone how people who are successful and champions live, how they spend their days.
Now, I'm sure he could have gone to the Wild Tiger locker room, but Gemma and her squad, God bless her, couldn't buy a fight the other night. Gary could go to the Onslaught locker room, but they haven't been truly successful in months, even with Pat trying to goad me into this fight in order to get some of his damn shine back.
-Alex laughs, bringing Cailin in, not ashamed and he hugs her. Angus and Doyle on the other side, he throws an arm around Doyle who brings Angus in and musses his hair a bit, Angus just smirking a bit, enjoying himself.-
Alex: What you're looking at, ladies and gentlemen, is part of the most well-put together and successful fight camp in the world. You're looking at 4 of the finest specimens to ever grace combat sports. And outside of the LFC, my influence and my family doesn't stop there. Nebraska Jones, Big Cass, Joey Nox, we're the greatest collection of fighters and warriors the world has ever seen. Chang, Costello, the list goes on. LFC, the Outlaw Family Tree? We run this damn industry, and thus, it isn't surprising that Gary here, or the rest of the world for that matter, wants to see how the other half lives.
-Alex lets the boys go, but they stay close, flanking their leader, just listening and quipping amongst themselves. Cailin seems a bit uncomfortable, but Alex keeps her there, not ashamed of her, her brashness or her ability to just pop off and have no filter. He's planted his flag, he's admitted it to the world, and he couldn't care less what people say. -
Alex: What makes us inherently different, what makes us unique, is the Winning Culture that we grew within our camp. We win here. We do whatever we have to do to win here. We claw and scratch. We train for hours, we sweat and bleed, we leave it all in our gyms and when other camps, like the WTFT or the Onslaught are taking Spa days or whatever the fuck else. We're out there hustling.
Deckert: It ain't like I'm out getting my fucking nails did like Delilah. I'm working, homie. I'm training up, masterclass to be a fucking ninja. I ain't wearing cucumber masks. I'm getting ready and preparing to fucking drop these girls. This is a fight, not a prom.
Angus: Embrace the suck, feed the beast. You put in what ye hope tae get out of it. You work hard and ye see results.
-Alex laughs a bit and just shakes his head.-
Alex: And see that's the difference between us and the other half. That's the inherent difference between us and the Onslaughts or the WTFT's of the world. We're willing to work and to sacrifice. But along with that sacrifice, we know that when push comes to shove, we're better prepared, more skilled, better trained and just flat-out more gifted than any motherfucker you put in front of us. You can call us arrogant, you can chastise us for our bravado, but the proof is in the numbers, and we WIN more than ANYBODY else in this damn industry
We have a mindset, an institutional belief that we are fucking BETTER than anybody you put before us. We believe we are the GREATEST team ever assembled and individually, we ALL believe that we can shit gold and piss out holy water.
-Doyle juts out in front of his leader, and he drops easily the quote of the night, drilling the point home.-
Doyle: When I cry, the Cardinal of Dublin wipes my eyes and uses it to baptize the children of Ireland.
Doyle: We eradicate divisions. We eliminate competition. When we stand in front of our opponents, we rattle their bones, we shake their souls. I looked in Nick Hallsey's eyes, and I could see his spirit leave his body before I even laid that kick upon that giant mellon. It was over the minute the bell rang. He was shaking like a branch in the rain.
-Alex squeezes Doyle's shoulder and chuckles a bit.-
Alex: Angus is the quiet one, but he grabbed Jorge's neck and squeezed it until he popped like the pimples on Ata Tatupu's back from all the grease she's been putting down.
Cailin? She put a stick of dynamite in her hands and detonated it on that poor girls face.
-Alex looks at the cameraman and shrugs a bit, pointing to the four of them.-
Alex: We are part of the greatest collection of fighters the world has ever seen. I have built a culture of WINNING, I have created monsters the world has never seen before.
That said? If I created this, if I created this camp and built these monsters, what's to say that I'm not the biggest monster of them all?
-Alex cocks his head, seriously.-
Alex: If I had the foresight to select these chosen few, to give these select elite my home, my camp, my tutelage...MY FUCKING NAME ON THEIR CHEST... what makes any of you think that I'm not the most dangerous one of everyone in this damn camp?
I've built monsters, I have more on the way, but I've built these demons out of my image, in my mold.
-Cailin snuggles into her man and the boys drape arms over each other, everyone standing in line, united.-
Alex: What makes you think ANYBODY has a fucking chance? What makes you people think Pat can even step to me?
-Emphatically, Doyle jumps forward again, the only way he can.-
Doyle: We're minted. We're 24 Karat Gold. We're liquid, gents. You can take us to the bank, you can bet your fortune on Angus Cadogan, Cailin Deckert, Monte Doyle, Alex LeBlanc, and the rest of the LFC/Outlaw Family. It's a certified investment. We win, we get our paycheck, we spend it and we go home.
We aren't part of the industry anymore, we ARE the damn industry.
-Alex laughs.-
Alex: And you're all just left watching how the other half lives. Right, Pat?
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