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Topic Started: Jan 8 2016, 08:24 PM (57 Views)
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SaviourSelf
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Jan 8 2016, 08:24 PM
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- The scene opens and Alex LeBlanc is sitting on a curb outside of an establishment. The sun is shining and although it's winter in most of the continental United States, we can see palm trees reflected in the glass of the storefronts. He's wearing all Black, a t-shirt and sweatpants covering up the numerous tattoos that adorn his body. Slowly, Alex starts to speak.-
Alex: It wasn't too long ago that I was spending time in Japan, removed from the Indy scene of America and Canada and learning at a Dojo much like the one behind me, plying my trade much in a manner that I never had before.
You see, in Japan they fully believe in this idea of a "Young Boy" culture.
To break it down, a "Young Boy" is obligated to hold open the ropes for veteran wrestlers, work crowd control, clean the Dojo after practices, and tend to veterans after matches. They can be distinguished by all-black wrestling garb without any markings. The life of a "Young Boy" sucks. I was in my early 20s getting the shit kicked out of me daily and then mopping floors because this "gaijin" wanted to be the best professional wrestler to ever do it and learning in Japan in the famed Dojo was the way to do it.
-Alex looks to his left and the camera follows his gaze, focusing on the California license plate on a brand-new Ford Mustang. Turning his gaze back, Alex keeps talking.-
Alex: When you're a "Young Boy", you aren't winning much, you aren't obtaining much success and you're stuck in the foxhole, eating platters of shit in order to get ahead. The idea is that success at that time isn't measured by wins or losses, but rather by the determination, and unwillingness to quit.
For 2 years, I took more elbows and forearms to the face than I care to admit. Between taking bookings in American promotions with Joey Nox and winning a myriad of titles in smaller-scale organizations, we were both active regulars in Japan, "Young Boys" who were taking punishment from old Japanese bushido-styled warriors who wanted to fucking maim you solely to see if you had the hearts and the balls to make it. The "Fighting Spirit", they call it.
It wasn't until over a year in that we both saw regular success because for a while we did nothing but take lumps and pay dues.
-Alex sits there for a second and a girl roller blades behind him. As she does, she stops, notices who Alex is, then let's out a whistle, an audible whistle before continuing on her path. Alex just chuckles and keeps talking. -
Alex: I was asked by Jesse Drive what I saw when I looked in his eyes, whether I thought he was lying in all the words he has said to me.
Having watched every minute and looked into every word? Yes, Jesse. I think you are lying. You aren't just lying to me however, you're lying to yourself.
-Alex clasps his hands together and sighs as if he's s bit disappointed. -
Alex: The reality, Jesse is that you can change your makeup and looks all you want, but the Japanese will teach you, and 800 elbows to the face will preach to you that the clothes, the makeup and all the gimmicks in the world don't make the man. You ever have it or you don't, and every time that I hear your words, every time that I see you scream in your taped segments while I haven't raised my voice once?
It shows me that you don't have what it takes. You never did. No amount of new threads will change that.
When I look in your eyes, Jesse? I see fear. I see fear and submission. You've talked a big game and I applaud you for that, but behind all your bluster and all your panache is still the eyes of Jesse Drive, the same scared little boy from Canada who sweats a little bit extra when he's under the spotlight.
I know that look. I saw it a few months ago before I punted your head into the second row. I'm seeing that same fear today even with Regan and Scar Shadows flanking you.
-Alex clicks his tongue and sucks his teeth a bit, dusting his hand off.-
Alex: You aren't a killer, Jesse. You never have been. And that's okay! Not all of us have that in us. I didn't know I had the killer within until I went to Japan, saw the Strong Style for myself first-hand and swam with the proverbial sharks.
Don't get it twisted though, Drive. Once I learned that I had "it", I molded it, nurtured it and I've done vile things that to you are just a thought, but to me have been reality.
They used to call me "Kita Kara Kira". You know what that translates to Jesse? What named I earned in Japan after taking my beatings, being broken and then built back up into the monster you see today?
They called me "The Killer From The North", Jesse.
-Alex stands up and laughs a bit, the camera still focused on his face. -
Alex: They don't make them like they used to, Jesse. Your camp certainly doesn't. Only 3 places in the world still adhere to that way of teaching, that concept and still churn out killers at an alarming rate:
That Dojo in Japan.
The LFC Gym in the Bay Area...
...and this place.
-Alex points at the facade of the until-now obscured storefront and when he does, the camera pans around and upward to reveal "Wild Tiger Fight Club: San Diego, CA".-
Alex: Rivalries and goals make for strange bedfellows. Mine led me to someone who understands my roots and understands what I'm trying to do. It led me back to that old "Young Boy" philosophy. Not permanently, but iron sharpens iron.
She's a rival, but she's a kindred spirit. And assassins tend to follow the same creed.
You've been saying that you're going to kill me and you're going take my soul. Thing is? You forgot something along the way?
I'm the sniper and I'm holding the bullets.
-Slowly, the door opens and standing there with her arms crossed is Gemma Traumaward, Delilah Hansen and Meiko. The Internet is pretty much exploding at this point, but it damn near melts when Gemma & Alex, the two competitive rivals from Sparta share a genuine friendship filled hug. Gemma pulling back, she wraps an arm around Alex and leads him in, letting the last words of the segment linger loudly and frighteningly. -
Gemma: We've been expecting you. Monte and Cailin got in yesterday..
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