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Eyes Are a The Window To The Soul.
Topic Started: Dec 4 2015, 04:04 PM (83 Views)
SaviourSelf
Seasoned Professional

- We are inside of a suite inside the Mandarin Oriental, live from the Vegas Strip as the "16 Second Special", Monte Doyle is hosting the LFC Christmas Party inside of his weekly rental hilariously dubbed the McMansion by the rest of the team. Seeing as it's a holiday party, all the attendees are in various stages of holiday attire.-

- Although Angus Cadogan isn't present, back at home in Scotland for the holidays, Alex's original heavy, and serial BFF Joey Nox is there sitting right next to him in a wonderfully fitting black ugly sweater with a shark on it, the words "I'm Dreaming Of A Great White Christmas" stitched into the fabric. It's almost too perfect. Beside him, Nebraska Jones went full out in a "sexy" Ms. Claus outfit that only gets topped when we see the scowling Cassie Rial who was forced into an Elf costume. -

-Cassie muttering her ass off while Nebs is preaching that this makes them look like a proper team and that "teamwork makes the dream work", the camera pans and we see LeBlanc and Cailin Deckert wearing matching Candy Cane sweaters; the boyfriend and girlfriend pair just giggling their ass off at the Brilliant Pair as everyone sits at the long dinner table waiting for Monte Doyle.-

Nox: Where's your boy, Alex. I thought we were going to eat? I'll be ninety by the time we have this meal.

Nebs: And Cassie will finally be of age!

-Cassie goes to swing, but Alex catches his pseudo little sister's hand and stops her. Pouting at Alex, she lip quivers, but LeBlanc says "It's almost Christmas". Rial relents and hmphs, while Cailin just shrugs and says, "not like I ever got anything but coal, I would have hit her with that Shaolin, Cass..". It draws a look from LeBlanc and dap from Rial, but Cailin plays it off by saying she's just defending "her nugget".-

Alex, sighing: He'll be here, guys. I mean it's his suite. Couldn't have gone all that far.

-Suddenly the doors swing open to the suite and Monte Doyle walks in preceded by a set of people in that Dragon costume that you see on Chinese New Year. Two girls flank him, throwing Plum Blossom petals at his feet while he walks. In a hilarious "blink and you'll miss it" moment, the "Dragon" comes close to Deckert and, rather offended, she says "Hell Naw!", and hits it with a cross in the paper-mâché nose. The absurdity subsiding, Doyle takes his seat at the table, but it draws glares as he sits down in a legitimate three-piece suit, pocket watch, pocket square and silk tie included, just laughing to himself. -

Doyle: Oh, you lot look ridiculous! What did 'ye all do? Shop at the same tacky Christmas store? 'Ye look like Hallmark vomited all over ya!

Cassie: Can we hit him?

Cailin: Fuck that, he's my teammate. I'll do it.

Alex: Nobody is hitting anybody! Let's just eat!

Joey: Finally, a voice of reason. Can we please have this damn meal before we die?

Nebs: Gotta say grace first!

-Joey groans and just throws his hands up. Clearing her throat the Black Ops Swan sticks her hands out asking for Joey to reciprocate and everyone else to join hands. Begrudgingly, everyone joins in and Nebs starts up.-

Nebs, looking over a Christmas Ham: Dear lord, bless this meal and please give Cassie the gift of height this Christmas. Please continue to have me be the Money Making Swan of PRW and save me continually from a Delilah Teep Kick. Please allow Monte Doyle to learn some tact, although that suit is bitchin', let Joey not find out that I used his bed for "film study" and -

Joey, corpsing: What?!

Nebs, talking over him: And please let Alex do well in his match versus Slaughter and not get too hurt because he and Cailin are going to make some adorable, angsty babies. Amen.

-Everyone mutters and Cailin "politely" tells Nebs she should go "love" herself. Nebs doesn't get it and Cassie chuckles, but we are then left with awkward silence until Joey speaks up and looks across at his brother.-

Joey: So is that next? More kids and retiring away to your apartment in Redondo Beach? You going to win this then fall off the map for a bit to Big Bear, try to grow a bushy beard and do that whole "off-the-grid" thing? What's the plan, Ace? Where do we go from here?

Cassie, matter-of-factly: Big Bear is gorgeous, don't knock it till you tried it.

Joey, snarking: We've teamed for a decade. I've been up that mountain. I've gotten the shirt from the gift shop. I've puked on those trails. Not my cup of tea. Still, Alex, where do we go from here? What's next on the docket? Maybe thinking about the next step wouldn't be so bad?

Nebs: Thats what I said! Buuuut noooo, Nebs says anything and people get all offended.

-Alex puts down his fork and stares at his brother, replying snidely.-

Alex: Well, high profile members of "Team LeBlanc" think I'm going to get my ass kicked by PRW's media-created, image-polished, curated, protected golden boy.

Joey: Don't make this a thing, Alex.

Alex, curtly: I wouldn't have to if people didn't believe the hype.

Cailin: PRW selling wolf tickets, on the regular.

Joey, eye-rolling: Answer the question, Alex. You don't know how to do much else, but what next? How much longer are we going to, pardon the expression, "chase the dragon".

-Cailin gives Joey a look and Nox just puts his hands up apologetically.-

Alex: Know what? You're right. I don't know anything else. This is what I do. For years all I've done is put the boots to people. Whether it be here, Mexico, Japan, anywhere really. All I've known how to do, all I've known to be is the embodiment of what I believe to be, is the Greatest Wrestler Of All Time. That's a fact. That's what I believe.

But there is going to come a time when, yes, I will have to think about my kids. I will have to think about angsty babies. Eventually, walking away to Big Bear is going to be a legitimate option.

Joey: And when is that day, Alex?

Doyle: Don't pressure the lad, boy-o. Let him eat his meal!

Joey: No, hold on. Let's hear this. When is it going to be, Alex. Because all these people have been here for your success, not many have been there to scrape you off the floor though.

Cassie: What's that supposed to mean?

Cailin: Excuse me?

Doyle: Yer on thin ice and yer a big man, boy-o.

-Alex cuts off the LFC contingent and puts a hand up.-

Alex: When? The question is when, not why or what next, but "when". The answer is "Not Today". I appreciate the sentiment. I appreciate the concern, but the end won't be today. It won't be tomorrow. It won't be Christmas Carnage. To be honest, there isn't a time in mind. I don't have a date. I have a moment.

Doyle: A moment?

Alex: See, when I was about 11, even younger really, it wasn't about the fame or the lifestyle. It wasn't about the status or anything else. It was strictly about the hardware.

-Joey laughs a bit.-

Joey: How things have changed. I mean you, only about hardware and titles. Glad to see you outgrew that phase.

Nebs, yelling: Joey! Be nice! He's pouring out his soul to us. His FAMILY.

-Joey sighs and relents, knowing the swan is ultimately right. -

Alex: It's alright. I'll stop.

Joey, sighing: Cmon man. Keep going. I'm sorry.

-Alex leans back into his chair and holds Cailin's hand. He continues, slowly. -

Alex: At the age of 11, younger? It wasn't about any of the stuff we have now. It was about winning and nothing else. Sure, winning got you attention and adulation, but that's what it was about.

When I was like 13, I went 36-0 over a full year in youth Tae-Kwon-Do tournaments. I peaked at 13 years old.

-Cassie looks at Alex and laughs a bit. Nebs is beside herself trying to understand. -

Nebs: Peaked at 13?!

Alex: Yep. Peaked. I won 36 straight fights. All over the province. I kicked the hell out of my cousin and one of the kids we have on the way up in our affiliate gym at the LA Base Camp.

Cailin: Him? Really?

Doyle: Cleary? Wow.

Alex: I had the prettiest girlfriend in the 7th grade. I had straight A's. No minuses. Perfect A's. I peaked at 13. I've been trying to get back to that ever since.

-Joey stops, nods and knowing his brother, asks the question.-

Joey: How close are you to that?

Alex, confidently: I'm a Top-Rope Razerplex from being Undisputed Champion.

Joey: That move almost killed you, Alex...

Alex, matter-of-factly: But it didn't. And that's what he had to resort to.

-Alex leans back forward and looks at his cohorts, earnestly. -

Alex: I am as close to perfection as I have been in years. I am as close to my peak as I have been since the last time I stood on top of the mountain. And sooner or later, I'm going to stand back at the summit. When I do, then we can talk about disappearing. Until then? I have a road I'm on that I'm not veering from.

I have never been more motivated, more driven or more obsessed with proving a point or more dogged in my pursuit of firmly establishing my claim as the "Best Ever"; my pursuit of finally claiming the title of "PRW's Ace" once and for all.

-Alex pounds his fist on the table.-

Ain't no broke-dick, hypocritical big man who plays up his morals and integrity while sleeping with the competition, ain't no media-created, New School crafted and polished "Superstar" going to stand in my way or take that from me.

I'm going to go to Christmas Carnage and I'm going to win. That's what I do. That's what I've always done. Since I was 13 years old.

He wants to talk about legacy? I already have one. It's written in every record book and every history book that PRW has ever had.

-Alex leans back in his chair and seemingly appeased by the answer, Nox leans back after him. Alex excuses himself and stands up, walking away down the hall to the bathroom. Cailin follows him, concerned, leaving Cassie, Nebs, Doyle and Joey at the table. -

Nebs: Why the hell did you do that for?!

Nox: Because now I know.

Cassie: Now you know?!? What the hell does that mean?

Doyle, dropping the facade: You have to look in a man's eyes to see his heart, lass.

-Joey turns and looks at Doyle and cracks half a smile. -

Doyle: So, what's the verdict?

Joey, going back to his dinner: There was never a doubt. Asking is only a formality.

Cassie: So he's ready?

Joey: More than people know.
Edited by SaviourSelf, Dec 4 2015, 04:13 PM.
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