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M3: Chaos the Clown© vs. Alex LeBlanc; REF: Paris Valentino
Topic Started: Nov 12 2010, 11:39 PM (943 Views)
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-The lights dimming to darkness, a spotlight shines on the entranceway, the anticipation building to a tense and almost excruciating crescendo when suddenly the voice of Denis Leary as "Tommy Gavin" from FX's "Rescue Me" breaks over the PA, transcendent as always, the voice filling the arena, captivating the sellout crowd.-

Leary: Yeah.... That's the thing about the spotlight, you know. Walk out into it and at first everybody thinks they see a good-lookin' all-American hero. But then you stay out there long enough and you know, they start to notice certain things. Maybe your nose is a little crooked, you know, maybe your teeth are too crooked. Maybe you got a little scar on your upper lip. Your hair's not right. One eye's bigger than the other. Next thing 'ya know they think they're lookin' at some kinda goddamn monster. Like they're lookin' at King Kong. Then they start throwin' shit at 'ya."

-The lights momentarily back to full power, the crowd sits around waiting for a moment when they suddenly go dark again, the crowd roaring as they await for arrival of their supposed "hero", the "man", the "Uncrowned King" and the "Pound for Pound Best". To their delight, the lights flash back on but this time with a royal blue hue, a heavy baseline coming over the PA as the voice of a oft-memorable black man beckons.-

Voice: It's dark...and Hell is hot...

-The image on the big screen turning to a backstage view of Alex in a yellow Bruce Lee-type velour suit from "Game of Death" with Kareem Abdul Jabbar. He's bobbing and weaving, dancing a bit, shimmying, as his partner, Joey Nox is standing right beside him, screaming and yelling, waving a Puerto Rican flag in one hand while holding a Russian flag in the other. A heavy entourage of people following LeBlanc, including his blonde girlfriend, family friends, a short dirty blondish girl in a sling, and a young man who has to be about 14, Alex keeps walking down aisles backstage.-

Nox: YOU GOT IT, BANANIMAL! YOU GOT IT, MISTER FALCON! HE CAN'T TOUCH YOUR STEEZE! HE CAN'T HIT YOU, PAC-MAN!

-Alex nods and breaks through the curtain with Nox by his side, leading the entourage, the song breaking into its verse.-

Voice: Who turned out the lights? Cuz you don't wanna fiiight...

-Making his way down the ramp, Alex is all business, letting his entourage speak for him, his partner, the former champion, making damn sure to explicitly tell all the motherfuckers in attendance that bitches ain't worth shit. His words, not mine. Alex makes it to the ring steps, and Nox stops him, breaking a tub of small vasoline out of his pocket. Opening it, Joey begins to smooth it over Alex's face, giving him last minute instructions as Alex stands still momentarily.-

NOX: You ready, homie? You ready! GO GET THAT FUCKIN' BELT. WHERE'S HIS JEW-JIFSU NOW, PLAYBOY? HE IS A FOOL! HE IS AN IDIOT!

-The two back away a bit and do a sort of over-elaborate handshake deal where they low-five with the right hands, then slap the left, only for Alex to do a dice roll motion with his hand, and throw his "money" down, only for Nox to pick it up. It's much like the Paul Pierce - Rajon Rondo Boston Celtics Pre-Game Intro move, but the Outlaws have made it their own. Alex gives Nox a quick hug and takes off his jacket, revealing a bare chest, and makes his way into the ring, deciding that like Bruce Lee in enter the dragon, he's fighting in Ninja pants. For. The. Win.-

- 4x PRW Undisputed Champion
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Chaos the Clown
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The anxiety proceeds to build itself a hefty layer of anticipation thicker than the coat of Vasoline upon the challenger's face. The Frank Erwin Center is packed full, and so far the night has gone well with two intense matchups, one deciding the Woman's Champion while the other, well...the other sealed the cruel fate for it's victor as they will be forced to face the winner of the contest about to take place before our very eyes. Whether that be LeBlanc or Chaos will make little difference, as both men are equally dangerous with their deadly natures. Oh yes, it's true. It's damn true. Alex continues his pre-match shadow boxing in the ring, before those proverbial shadows grow to reflect the ambience of the room as the lighting is dimmed and an aura can be heard subtly humming through the extensive sound set-up that's being used as tonights PA system. The welcoming voice of Willem Dafoe is eventually heard amongst it all.

Willem Dafoe: This was a fuckin' bomb....for a few seconds, this place was armageddon. Ooohhh.......

THERE WAS A FIRE FIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!


And with that the ears of over fifteen-thousand eager Texans begin to fill with the familiar sounds of "Chapter 2 - A Strange Conversation" by The Fall of Troy. The progressive post-hardcore antics may not be so much to the musical stylings of the native crowd from the Lone Star State, however those familiar with PRW and the X-Division champ himself are quite pleased, letting this be known by their roaring applause as it echoes through the Superdrum. A purple hue has engulfed the entire room as smoke begins to fill the stage. Now over the past few weeks it's been hard to tell if those particles come from the fog machines that the effects crew are manning, or rather the illicit plant materials that may or may not be meeting flame behind the curtains with the likes of Sean Aries hanging around with the Clown lately in their mega awesome super group of cool which also features such prominent stars as Matthew Logan, Emily Hart, and the challenger himself, Alex LeBlanc.

But I digress, on with the show, right? As we've come to expect, right on time as usual, twenty-five seconds rolls around on the track and the lights begin working with the guitar to fully immense the senses in this display of sweetness, only to come to an explosive climax as only seven seconds later, pyrotechnics blast on cue with the musical hit. As the dust clears, so to speak, we can now all clearly see The Skitzo standing on the stage, head held high as he proudly displays his championship belt above him with one hand, beginning to jokingly stroke his mustache with the other. There's a smile present on his face as he looks down the ramp towards his pal and part-time partner, eager to show the world why the Heroes of Wrestling are the best on the planet, bar none. Chaos begins to descend the ramp and make his way towards the combat zone.

Bob Saget: Anddddd nowwwww, making his way to the ring: Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and fifty pounds! From the Murder City Capital of Deeeetroooiittt, Michigan!!! Representing the Herooooes offff Wresssstttling, he is the reigning PRW X-Divisionnn Championn!!!! The Skitzo....CHAOS...THE....CLOOOOOWWN!

Doug Smith: For fuck's sake, I can't help but feel miserable everytime I'm forced to see this guy.

Josh Brunswick: C'mon now, Doug. I couldn't be more excited right now! Two men who've been training together over the past weeks, two men fighting under the Heroes of Wrestling banner. Two men who are renowned as being two of the meanest, toughest, baddest sunsuvbitches in the whole damn locker room!! I'm expecting an outright clinic in that ring tonight!

Doug Smith: Get off their dick's already, sheesh. The only good that could come of this is Alex snappin n kicking that Clown's teeth in and ridding the world of his bullshit.

Josh Brunswick: More like rid YOU of his shenanigans! All you think of is yourself, huh? Most of the fans out there have been dying to see his match all month! So sit back, relax, and enjoy.

Doug Smith: Whatever..

As our commentators go on with eachother, the X-Division Champion has made it down to the ring, sliding under the bottom ropes before quickly springing to his feet, again displaying his belt to the world with a good ol cheap pop to go right along with it all. He ascends the turnbuckles opposite of LeBlanc for one last play to the crowd before hopping down and turning back towards his French-Canadian Cowboy of a challenger, both men looking at eachother with a glistening in their eyes and confident smirks adorning their faces. Chaos heads over to Paris Valentino and hands him his coveted belt before rolling his shoulders back and stretching a bit as him and Alex both stroll towards the center of the ring. The two look at eachother, exchanging a few words. Both of these guys could be called buddies, they could be called partners, you could say they hold a lot of respect for one another. But above all of this, both of these guys about to go at it are warriors. Competitive warriors, modern day gladiators if you will. While they may not be fighting to the death, they know they're still fighting. They know there's no holding back in the midst of combat, and with that knowledge, they're still both willing to go through with this match. The Black Sheep must be watching backstage, amused that their rivals are already experiencing in-fighting, but that's not what this is tonight. No. This is two of the manliest men in not only the X-Division, but the whole of the PRW roster, getting ready to show the planet their skills, to exhibit their arts, using the canvas as...well, as a canvas. Both men seemingly simultaneously extend their right hands, squeezing solidly and shaking. The fans acknowledge this honorable display with a series of applause as the two head back to their respective corners, Valentino holding up the championship belt as this match is about to get underway.

And that's when the bell rings...


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-Eyes locked on each other, Alex can't help but chuckle, looking at Chaos, smiling at him. He mouths, "You sure you're ready" and the Clown just nods at his sometimes teammate. Nodding himself, Alex shrugs, then pops his opponent in the jaw with a thunderous right hook, catching the clown off-guard and rocking him backward. The boxing lessons over the past few months paying off, Alex works Chaos into the corner and starts unleashing a beavy of rights and lefts, two and three punch combinations, just peppering Chaos in the face and stomach with closed fists. On the outside, Nox rises to his feet, going nuts, telling his partner to continue to work him over "like Margarito". Before he can though, the referee jumps in between Alex and Chaos and breaks it up, pushing LeBlanc back and admonishing him for the closed fists as he can only just smile.-

-See, to anybody that thought this was going to be some nice and cute little match between friends, Alex stomped that fire out before it could even get started. Truth be told, Alex doesn't care much for friends, and when it comes to titles, Alex has something of a fetish for leather and gold. As promising as this budding friendship may have looked, LeBlanc is completely comfortable pushing that aside and sacrificing that if it means placing himself back in the limelight. A well-placed right cross proved that point emphatically. Now as Chaos looks at Alex stunned from a seated position in the corner, knocked on his ass by his stablemate, Alex just screams at him to "GET THE FUCK UP AND FIGHT!"-

-Incensed, the clown just touches his fingers to his lips and makes it to his feet, slowly coming to the realization that this is how it's going to be. Chaos huffs a bit and spits out to the side onto the canvas, a faint trickle of blood mixing with the saliva. As both men circle the ring and look for positioning, they clash together, locking up in an Elbow and Collar Tie-Up before Alex drops down, showing his Amateur Wrestling pedigree and takes Chaos down with a Fireman's Carry.-

-Chaos on his back, Alex keeps the wrist clutched and extends the arm, quickly crossing his legs around the arm, locking his ankles. Pushing upwards with his hips and pulling down on the wrist, Chaos' arms quickly begins to hyper-extend a bit, Alex locking in a textbook Armbar only minutes into the match, the tone evident, Alex came to fight.-

-Writhing in pain, his arm being ripped from it's socket, the joint starting to click with every ounce of strain against it and force that Alex exerts, the clown reaches down deep and tries to scramble, shifting his hip closest to LeBlanc so that he's sideways, then, with much resistance, planting his free hand and pushing his hip fully out and away. The movement jars the arm loose a bit, and the two instantly scramble to their feet, looking at each other with eyes burning a competitive fire.-

-Not a second to waste, both men explode forward with shots, closed right and left hands connecting on cheeks and jaws respectively. Alex lands flush with a hook that jars Chaos backward only to have the Clown respond with a thunderous Counter Uppercut that sends LeBlanc reeling. The crowd rises to it's feet, roaring it's approval for what is proving to be a barn-burner, Alex getting pushed back into the ropes, covering up, he now the recipient of a flurry from the current champion.-

-LeBlanc disoriented, Chaos takes a step back, then leaps forward, driving his knee into Alex's chest and jaw with a Flying Knee! The crowd explodes as it lands flush and Alex crumples like a sack of potatoes. Eyes widened, Chaos sees the opportunity and pounces, raining down lefts and rights, tomahawks meant to maim and destroy, but the official pulls HIM back for closed fists as well! The crowd is livid, booing the break in the action, trash beginning to fly from the fans vicinity.-

-Alex's arm draped over the middle rope, he condescendingly smiles at the kid, pulling himself to his feet and mockingly clapping, the crowd letting out an "OOOH" as Chaos snarls, Alex shaking loose the blows as both men begin to circle once again, measuring each other out.-

-Spaces opening up and closing in a matter of seconds, Chaos starts flicking out a right handed jab, trying to keep Alex away, keep him at bay. The thing is, every time he flicks it, he drops that left hand just a little bit, uncovering his face, leaving the space open. Normally, a lesser man wouldn't notice it, but a man with educated feet and instincts like Alex, he pounces on it like a shark.-

-He times and he waits, waiting for the precise moment that Chaos flicks out that right hand again to get some space between them. No sooner does the champion do it, his left hand drops again, leaving what Alex considers to be a Godsend. Rising onto the balls of his feet, Alex tilts his hips, then turns them forward quickly, driving the force up from his heel, up his leg, through his hip and out towards his foot as foot meets face brutally when Alex connects with a devastating Head Kick!-

-The sound is sickening, as if someone had just gotten shot, and Chaos falls immediately to the canvas, Alex jumping on him his prone opponent with a vengeance.-



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Josh Brunswick: Bawh gawd! Did you hear that?!

Doug Smith: That was beautiful!!!

There's an absolute frenzy present amongst the capacity crowd in the Frank Erwin Center when LeBlanc once again proves his martial art mastery as he takes down the competitive clown with that sick kick. By now, however, he's mounted his opposition and begins to lay in with left and rights, attempting a bit of ground-n-pound as Chaos is forced to block the shots with both arms. Luckily Paris Valentino is there to save the day, realizing the prescence of a portion of the champion's body hiding under the bottom rope. Beginning the five count, it takes til the very last second before the official is forced to intervene and pull off the viscious warrior, relieving the Skitzo for a moment as he tries and shakes off that hefty assault, barely managing to get to his knees with the assistance of the ropes. NOX is absolutely ballistic right now, pumping up his home boy with even more encouraging remarks. Alex has stepped away, turning around to face the crowd and extend his arms, letting out a ferocious predator-like roar to a loud hail of approval, even from die-hard Clown marks, as everyone of these Texans are enjoying the big-fight atmosphere of this heated battle. By now Chaos has lifted himself up, holding the side of his head as the flattened soles of his boots level out with the canvas below. Tossing his hair about, the Detroit Dopeshow looks on at the back of his opponent. He takes off running and as he does, LeBlanc realizes his mistake in turning his back, something he probably wouldn't normally do, as he hears the foot steps coming for him and begins to get half way around again to face the Clown, but instead is met with a flying forearm smash to the side of the skull, rocking him backwards as he teeters on his feet towards the ropes.

Doug Smith: How the hell did he even get up?!

Josh Brunswick: He's a very tenacious one, Smith, with a high tolerance for pain. We've seen that time and time again in the past

Doug Smith: Yeah but...c'mon!!

Ohh get over it, Dougy, it's really not so bad. In fact, just keep watching and you'll at least get a moment of joy out of all of this. See, Alex has stumbled towards the ropes from that shot, with the X-Division Champion in hot pursuit. As Chaos attempts a waistlock, throwing his weight back for perhaps a german suplex, he's met with nothing but resistance. That's right, folks, LeBlanc is no goddamn rookie, he knows what the fuck he's doing in the ring, and to prove that point he has simply latched onto the top rope, not allowing himself to go anywhere. The Painted Warrior tugs and tugs again, but to no avail. His meager attempts are brought to an end as Alex throws an elbow back and connects with the Clown's jaw, sending him staggering backwards as he checks his mouth. Now it's his turn for his eyes to meet a surprise as he's stunned to witness the extended leg of his challenger rocketing towards him with the bottom of a boot, the French Canadian Cowboy looking for that dreaded superkick. But what's this you say? Chaos has managed to duck the leg and, in the process, sweep up under it, taking Alex down to the mat as it's now the champion's turn to lay into his fellow faction mate, hopping on him quickier than a horny ass hooker in the Clown's hometown of Detroit in order to begin throwing his own series of lefts and rights, the tables turned as the Black Suit Outlaw is forced to block against the Skitzo's own demonstration of the classic ground-n-pound, his own time training in the wetlands of Thailand paying off now as LeBlanc is forced to have a taste of his own medicine, at least for the moment.

Josh Brunswick: And now Chaos is on top!

Doug Smith: You tryna turn this into some sorta homo-erotic fantasy of your's, Josh?

Josh Brunswick: What?! No! Absolutely not! What's with you and the homophobia?

Doug Smith: Don't answer my questions with questions, faggot.

Josh Brunswick: That's a derogatory term, Smith, I don't think you sh-

Doug Smith: Oh please! It's only offensive if you're a fag, fag.

Josh Brunswick: Oh dear lord..

As Brunny palms his face in shame of his broadcast partner, the two debating the eytmology of slang terms for "gay" and generally going on as they do, regardless of the law-suits that may follow...Chaos has switched from fists to eblows, attempting to lay a couple into his opponent before Valentino forces him off. The Clown backs away with a grin as Joey runs over to the side of the ring LeBlanc is down on, whispering words of wisdom like a trainer would in the middle of a fight. Alex doesn't look so pleased. He know's he's got this, and really doesn't need his buddy telling him what to do right now as he's surely not down and out. The Carnival Carnivore stares on, hopping from foot to foot and shaking his arms out as his opposition rises to their feet. The two lock eyes again as Alex is now the one spitting out to the side of the ring, NOX slapping the mat in encouragment before speedily backing off and manuvering around the ring for a better view. Our two Heroes of Wrestling circle eachother within the squared circle for a moment before again lunging forward at one another with a collar-and-elbow tie-up, Alex's leg giving in from the sheer thrusting force of the Michigan Militant, dropping him to one knee. His thoughts go to his mat wrestling skills, but Chaos is simply not budging from his tight grip of the grapple. Using his strength and weight advantage, he manages to force LeBlanc to his feet and struggle with him around the ring for a moment before finally pushing him towards the ropes, applying pressure and ultimately arching him over the steel cables as Paris Valentino is forced into a five count once more. Chaos of course abliges around count four, reliquishing his foe and backing up, mistakenly playing to the crowd. Why's it a mistake, you ask? Well, once he turns around, he's met with a stiff right handed palm shot to the left cheek courtesy of the Canadian Commando, smeering a significant sum of that paint off of his face. This is no slap people, this is quite the strike, echoing throughout "The Drum" [one of the nicknames for the arena we occupy tonight] as the wild audience gets even rowdier. The Skitzo rotates some to his right, head held down as he lifts his hand up to his jaw. Suddenly, he spins, rotating a full three-hundred and sixty degrees, attempting to go for a spinning backfist. However, the quickness of LeBlanc and the telegraphing of the move allows him the chance to duck the oncoming assault, sending Chaos on a dizzy trip backwards, away from Alex. As he steadies himself near the center of the ring he looks on at his opponent, who seems as ammused as the champ is embarrassed. Not liking the fact that he missed his chance, he charges off with a head full of steam, rushing LeBlanc. But again the Canuck dodges him, this time ducking and sending the painted one up and over the top rope. Wait, though! The Clown has held on, landing securely on the ring apron, unbeknownst to the challenger.

Doug Smith: Look out, LeBlanc!

Josh Brunswick: What's he planning now?

The other half of the Black Suit Outlaws watches on in horror, attempting to yell out to his partner who's getting a bit of his breath back smack-dab in the middle of the ring, but the warning comes far too late. Cameras flash and catch a sickly sweet sight as the Skitzo see's his target and slingshots himself up, springboarding off of the top, soaring through the air in a fashion that is as stunning as it is simple. LeBlanc barely manages to turn all the way around to face the fearful rock hard bone that makes up the Clown's knee cap. A flying knee smash rarely scene in pro-wrestling here in America, but these men are far more well-rounded than that. Oddly enough, one of the few people able to appreciate such a move happens to be the one recieving it. The two men collapse to the mat as the audience erupts and NOX is scene hopping in the air outside of the ring, expressing his frustration and shock all at once. Chaos just happens to be barely draped over Alex only coincidentally as a result of them being piled up upon one another following that striking strike [lol xD] leading us to our first cover of the match!

ONE!!!

TW- KICK OUT!!


That's right, this match is still only getting started, and as brutal as it may be so far, both of these men are, again, some of the toughest motherfuckers to ever step into a Pee-Arr-Dub ring. We all know LeBlanc's pain threshold is high above standard human limits, as is the Clown's. And while we can't speak for Alex, everyone should know by now that this sick schizophrenic superstar who goes by "The Skitzo" is a seductively sinister sadomasochist. This match can be expected to go on for a long, long...long time. But I digress, you see, Alex has shoved Chaos off of him with that kick out and now the painted one works his up to a vertical basis, wasting little time in standing up his foe as he clutches his head. But LeBlanc isn't so kind to the thought of a circus freak playing the dominant role anymore and relays this with a series of shots to the champion's abdomen, forcing him to reliquish the hold. The Motor City Maniac steps back a bit, as does his challenger, and the two stare on in full fighting stance. It is Alex who casts the first stone once more, tossing a high-targeted spinning kick, attempting to smash the champ's skull again immediately. His lighting fast foot slices through the air, but the Clown dodges it, dropping down and spinning his own leg on the mat as he attempts to sweep LeBlanc to the ground. However, the Bull-whippin badass leaps over the ligament and goes for a low kick to the head, Chaos barely managing to lean back and avoid it, scrambling back to his feet and standing strong before swiftly tossing a mid-height foot of his own up from the side, headings traight towards Alex's ribs. His cat-like reflexes allow him to catch the boot, though, and Chaos is in a bit of a predicament. This doesn't stop him, however, as he decides to go about showing off his prominent agility by leaping back and using his free foot to lightly kick off of LeBlanc's chest as he flips backwards, landing on his feet and again both men go into guard and stand off as the audience applauds the even matching.

Josh Brunswick: Both men have backgrounds in Muay Thai, we know this, however their differences lie in the fact that Chaos has spent more time in the world of Japanese puro resu, and LeBlanc has spent more time in the kick-boxing rings. Both men have a wide variety of styles locked within their arsenals, and it's all coming out tonight. This is amazing.

Doug Smith: Alex is gonna kick his head in. That foolish Clown will be too confused trying to recall all that weird shit he learned from the Japs.

Josh Brunswick: You're not required to only learn one style in the world of martial arts. It's like Bruce Lee's old philosophy if you can recall that. Jeet Kune Do I think it was?

Doug Smith: Those were some cool movies. And this is pro-wrestling, not MMA!

Josh Brunswick: You have no idea what i'm talking about, do you? >.< When you float between the arts of combat, you pick up residual matter that sticks to ya for a long time.

Doug Smith: There you go with that gay shit again, homo.

Josh Brunswick: Oh Goddamnit!!

Again with it, that's right. We all think Doug's in the closet, but we'll give him the benefit of the doubt, that silly little homophobe. Anywho, though Alex may not be one for friends, he's a man who knows a thing or two about respect. Him and his stable mate continue the stand-off as they each barely move their heads to look around, the thunderous applause of appreciation from the crowd drowning out all of Joey's screaming. The two are in the spot light and they're loving it. Both men stare on at eachother with nearly identical grins below their matching mustaches, realizing how fuckin sweet it is to be fighting worthy opponents for once. Chaos hasn't had much of a hard time since he beat Lion, not until now. The Champ and Challenger are so evenly matched it's almost ridiculous, and this proves for a contest that's as entertaining as it is downright brutal. Both men are solid warriors, and they prove that now as they again go at, locking up once more in the same fashion as before, collar-and-elbow. It seems a bit standard, and perhaps not so much in LeBlancs nature, as he's more prepared to knock you out that try and grapple you down, but again, this is not restraint. This is the respect these two have for one another. Of course they're willing to beat the sense out of eachother, they're willing to get down right nasty. But at the same time they're showing everyone why they are, indeed, The World's Greatest, just as their cooperative signature move within the Heroes of Wrestling stable suggests. Alex gets the quick advantage in the tie-up, manuvering around for a side headlock. Chaos tries to slither out of it but LeBlanc squeezes tighter, throwing the bottom of his right fist down like a hammer onto the back of the Clown's head. This rocks him, but at the same time alerts him to the fact that he needs to get out of this situation. This revelation hitting him harder than that strike, he musters all of his strength to press against the back of his combatant, managing to sneak himself out of the hold and lead into a back waistlock. The Skitzo heaves once, but no-go. Twice, and he manages to get LeBlanc off of his feet some, but only a ways up before the challenger shifts his bodyweight back down to the earth and thus plants his feet firmly on the canvas once more. Chaos tries to lift up his competitor again, but this, too, proves futile as Alex denies the champion by smashing down on his arms, forcing him to break his grip before manuvering around and locking in his own waist lock, entirely shifting the flow of battle. This will soon prove to be quite the dramatic shift, too, as we shall see in a matter of moments. LeBlanc is too struggling with trying to get the Clown up, but instead of failing on his third try, he fines the situation is just ripe for the pickin' as he shows off some mat wrestling skills with a quick belly to back take down, Chaos's body hitting face first on the canvas before Alex is able to swiftly manuver towards the degenerate's front, locking in a side facelock as a basis for more devious tactics as the resthold is on snuggly.

Josh Brunswick: And now we get to witness a bit of fine mat skills. I can appreciate this.

Doug Smith: Oh, are you some sortof connisuer now?

Josh Brunswick: Perhaps.

Doug Smith: Gimme a break!

Perhaps you'll get a break of an arm, Mr. Smith. No, not your own, but keep watching this match and you'll find out what I mean. Chaos starts to throw a couple of left hand punches to the back of LeBlanc's head, not connecting with full-force due to the awkward angle he's in from the hold, but still managing to get a bit of an advantage, finally pressing his palm out on the neck and shoulder of his foe whilst simultaneously gripping Alex's right arm with his own free grip, using all he can to pry the grip off like a crowbar. And speaking of crowbars, after many seconds of strain and struggle, the Clown manages to force off the challenger's headlock and, in the process, swiftly manuever himself in position for a fujiwara armbar, yanking and pulling on the tendons as he extends LeBlanc's arm back, sending him into a plain of pain, a plateu of 'oh-no,' and a general sense of shock as the submission is locked in. Paris Valentino drops to the mat to check on the Syrup Sippin Superstar. NOX is meanwhile trying to cheer on his long-time partner with more of his mannerisms and calls of concern. Thankfully for the challenger, however, all of this grappling has put them fairly close to the ropes, and he spots this out of the corner of his winced eye. Trying his hardest to fight through the pain, Alex begins inching closer and closer to the ropes, trying to get a knee up to help him scoot across the unforgiving canvas and escape this potentially devestating hold. He can hear the tearing as Chaos wrenches back on his opposition's appendage, relentlessly ripping away at him. It takes a long period moments, those that feel like hours to the distressed challenger before he finally, miraculously makes it to the bottom rope, squeezing on as Valentino is again forced into the count. And a one, and a two, and a three, four fi- GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM ALREADY is what Paris is thinking as he forces the Clown off. Chaos backs away as he tosses down LeBlanc's limp limb, staring at Valentino before letting out a familar proclamation, one he's used in past matches.

Chaos the Clown: I HAVE TIL FIIIIVE!!!!

And while indeed he does, it's still pushing the limits. However we all know Alex wouldn't expect any less, Lord knows he wouldn't dare hold back, either. This is a viscious contest for a shiny piece of silver strapped to a rather large slice of beef jerky that we like to think of as a luxorious leather. It's a prestegious title regardless of it being only mid-card status, and it's many memorable battles are a testament to that. This one may prove to be one of, if not the, single greatest of them all however. Two true athletes, two true warriors, two true brutal fuckin badasses, two mega awesome Heroes of Wrestling, legends, Hall of Famers...one on one in one of the most competitive displays of combat action you could expect to see out of this entire promotion. Truly incredible indeed, but enough with the rant, and on with the match.

Doug Smith: I really hate that fuck.

Josh Brunswick: Oh calm down, Alex will be fine. Look, he's already stirring...errr..his shoulder's not lookin too good, though.

Well your's wouldn't either after such a gnarly hold, but hey, LeBlanc's been there before. He pulls himself up with his left arm, the one that wasn't just worked so wickedly, using the ropes as assistance. Chaos looks on, somewhat pleased with what he's done. Alex, however, seems to be growing a fire in his eyes, breathing heavily as he begins lifting up his left fist, staring at the anatomical structure that makes up his arm as it begins to shake as his rage builds. He makes one quick glance at the Clown before running right at him, preparing to take him down with a violent lariat. The Skitzo see's the move coming from a mile away, though, and as he may be surprised as shit, he manages to lunge off a few steps himself and both men connect across the chest and neck areas with a twin pair of lariats, the gladiator's hitting the ground at the same time as Paris looks on and the entire audience in Austin rock the Frank Erwin Center to it's core!
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-Both men downed, Alex rolls onto his side, gasping for air, his mouth agape like a whore in a suite at the Borgata. Sucking wind and trying to supress the pain, Alex gags a bit, pushing himself to his feet and stumbling into the ropes, falling into them, the top rope holding him up as Chaos himself tries to make it to a vertical base. The brutality of the match has not been lost on the crowd or either of the two combatants, but to be the champion, you have to sacrifice and put it all on the line. Leg injuries, back injuries, and supposed lack of motivation be damned, Alex LeBlanc is going to win that title if it literally and figuratively kills him. Locking sights with Chaos out of his periphery, Alex just smiles knowing that tonight he'll bleed, tonight he'll feel pain, tonight he'll feel as close to death as he has in years, but he knows that at the end of the night, if he manages to grasp that strap, he'll feel alive again.-

-Flowery descriptions over, Alex notices Chaos stumbling around like a baby calf and decides that there's no time like the present to beat him down like a redhead stepchild. Chaos trying to regain his breath, Alex uses the ropes to get a bit of momentum and comes off them quickly, before diving into the side of Chaos's knee and taking him out like he just got shot in the kneecap with an M-16. The champion gripping his knee in sheer agony, a rip of a ligament or tendon a sincere possibility, Alex just shows the ruthlessness he's known for, pushing to his feet and stomping away at the knee with his heel, digging his foot into the kneecap after the last blow with conviction, animosity, and a rage all unique to the Canadian legend.-

-Pain just etched on the face of Chaos, Alex grabs onto the champion's ankle and lifts his foot skyward, extending the leg. Rearing his leg back, Alex drives it forward and slams the point of his boot into the back of Chaos' knee, continuing to grind away and render the leg useless, ensuring that the Clown won't be able to lift him, much less walk after Alex is done with him. Not letting go of the ankle, Alex yanks on the leg hard, dragging a vulnerable Chaos inch by inch toward the ropes, the pain rendering the champion's resistance futile. Dropping Chaos' leg over the bottom rope, Alex backs up a few feet, his opponent's leg bridged and extended, the crowd looking on, beginning to rise and beg the Canadian not to proceed.-

-Blinded by his own intensity and by the moment, the lights shining on him, Alex pays them no mind, lost in the tunnel vision of his goal. Rushing forward, Alex leaps in the air, then drops a High Knee directly on the quad of his opponent, driving the barred leg downward, Chaos instinctively letting out a primal scream, the shrills and screams of terror, of pain, of sheer panic engulfing the arena within seconds.-

-Kneeling and looking down at his stablemate scream out in agony, his knuckles turning white, his teeth biting through his bottom lip, Alex just smiles and begins to cackle, running his hands through his hair, while he looks at Chaos, the crowd chants of "You Sick Fuck" beginning to ring out as Alex just looks back and soaks it in, groaning, almost in orgasmic fashion, seemingly getting his rocks off the pain he's inflicting. A deep breath later, Alex opens his eyes and looks back down at a pleading champion, Chaos' hands up, almost beginning his partner not to continue onward.-

-Pushing off his feet, Alex looks at Chaos with a devious and stone cold stare, shaking his head, as if to say he can't acquiesce to his stablemate's request. Pleading, and pushing himself to his feet, Chaos looks at Alex, his leg mangled, and he positions himself so he's sitting up, leg limp underneath him, extended as he sits upon the canvas, his back straight, his face exposed.-

Chaos: Alex! Please! Let me to my feet! Let me fight like a man! Give me that, Alex!

-Pensive, Alex looks down at Chaos, at his leg, his plight, the panic in his eyes, hearing the tremor in his voice, and he sighs a bit, before answering.-

Alex: No.

-Shocked, Chaos' eyes get big, but they're no defense for what is about to happen. Acting quickly, Alex goes from standing facing Chaos to spinning counter-clockwise quickly. Lifting his foot off the canvas, Alex extends it and sends it exploding into the side of Chaos' head, connecting with the temple of the champion and driving him into the canvas with a Spinning Back Roundhouse to a Seated Opponent, a move eloquently named by Scott Lost many years ago, as the "BIG FAT KILL".-

Crowd: OOH!

- Looking down at a prone and lifeless champion, Alex falls over his opponent and hooks the leg, looking at the spotlight's overhead as Valentino begins to count.-


[PINFALL ATTEMPT - BIG FAT KILL ROUNDHOUSE KICK ]
- 4x PRW Undisputed Champion
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- 8x Cyanide Champion
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- PRW Triple Crown Champion
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ONE!


TWO!


KICK OUT!

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Doug Smith: UNBE-FUCKING-LIEVABLE!!!

Josh Brunswick: For the children's sakes, Doug, please don't be so vulgar!

Doug Smith: Seriously?! Don't gimme that shit!! I mean honestly, how the fuck does this freak keep doing it?!

You're definitely not the only one asking that question, oh dearest Doug. Both of the Black Suit Outlaws are themselves wondering the same thing, expressing their thoughts quite flamboyantly as they rage about, Joey going on and on outside of the ring while the other half of the former tag-team champs, LeBlanc, is even asking the referee how this could be a possibility. That's right, Alex is arguing with ol Paris Valentino, frustrated that his lethal legs have yet to put the Clown..down. But that's clearly what the challenger fails to realize. The X-Division Champion is no normal man, he's not a stable creature, and he's mostly certainly not your average bear. As it has been proven in the past, he is a man of some intelligence, a man of competition...a man of addiction, heavily hooked to the natural pain of his chosen profession just as much, if not more, than the drugs he's constantly forced to medicate himself with. He's driven by the pure rush of such violence, and the farther it goes, the deeper he falls in love. He didn't win this belt for nothing. He's faced a career of punishment, the likes of which would see most men being pushed to their proverbial edge, their limits, and ultimately falling off, ending them for good. Those men are failures when held in comparison to the schizophrenic, sadomasochistic superstar. The past is a testament to this as much as the present will soon prove to be. As the Canadian continues on with his disgruntled rant towards the officiating referee, proclaiming myths that are contrary to the facts we've just listed above, caught up with his own self-indulging, egotistic fighter mentality, unable to comprehend how anyone could withstand such punishment and still kick-out of a lousy pin...the Champion is busy rolling over in the ring, stretching out his knee. He's not sure which knee, how about we go with left? Can everyone agree that it was his left leg that was just being worked moments ago? Okay, we'll go with that. Chaos is gripping his wounded appendage, attempting to work out any 'kinks' so-to-say, creating a bit of distance between himself and LeBlanc, who's still going on with Valentino. Attempting to relieve his muscles and feeling the immense energy of the crowd, his heart rate begins to pound as adrenaline begins to leak into his blood stream, temporary stalling the build-up of lactic acids around his sore knee. It may not be enough to mount a come back yet, but it may be the start of something great. Alex finally gives up with his pleas and turns back around, still angered that this isn't over yet. He see's the Clown trying to ease himself on the mat and quickly heads over, peeling him off of the canvas slowly via a handful of hair.

Josh Brunswick: I wonder what LeBlanc has in mind now.

Doug Smith: Hopefully something deadly, I want this to end.

Again, you are not alone, sir Smith. Alex is ready to put this match on the shelf and re-establish himself within the company, making waves by defeating a stable mate and picking up some gold, or..rather, silver...in the process. LeBlanc entirely ignores Paris' clearly unpleasant mood due to the use of the Clown's mane, but it's alright because the Canadian Cowboy's not holding on for long. The challenger slings Chaos into the corner violently, his arms only holding him up on the top rope as he's still barely able to stand, however that stretching seems to have brought at least some improvement to a previously dire situation. This dosen't really matter now, though, as Alex isn't thinking of that leg for the moment, he's thinking of that bare chest of the champion's that's just so inviting, and LeBlanc subdues to this invitation, throwing a stiff kick right across his opponent's chest, sweat blasting off as the loud smacking sound radiates throughout the arena. He's not about to let up though, going for another, then a third. The crowd isn't sure how to react at this point, but The Skitzo is. Practically standing still this entire time, soaking in the punishment, tanking the shots from his foe, he finally decides he's had enough. There's a loud pop of astonishment as Chaos lunges himself out of the corner and grips LeBlanc's neck, using his sheer power to turn the tables around and toss Alex rather intently into the turnbuckle padding and begin to unleash his own hell storm. The intense rush of adrenaline has the Carnival Carnivore sailing sky high as he instantly lays into LeBlanc's chest with a series of lighting fast, rock hard machine gun chops, mimicking one of his many idol's, Kenta Kobashi. This entire audience is on their feet, howling at the intensity of the clown's actions as he literally approaches fourty full-force strikes to Alex's chest. No, this is not a ridiculous number, as the man he's replecting usually goes far beyond that many even, but just because he's stopping somewhat short, the message has been sent, and the visciousness only seems to grow within the X-Division Champion's eyes as LeBlanc's face cringes through the pain, his chest turning red. Chaos is not yet pleased, however, and decides to throw a party for his pal. But this isn't some friendly fiesta, oh no...it's a full-on VIOLENCE PARTY!!! Yes, that's correct, the Murder City Maniac is continuing to visciously bludgeon his opposition, fullfilling a bit of revenge as he goes from loud, echoing chop directly to stiff, brutal elbows to the temple and then back again, repeating this nasty one-two combination a number of times as NOX watches on from outside in horror as the consciousness seemingly slips from his long-time partner's grasp. Chaos throws a swift right-handed jab out of nowhere directly to the bridge of Alex's nose, causing his eyes to water up, but there's no time to look into this further for within the next brief second, the Clown follows up by latching both hands onto the back of his competition's head and laying in not one, but TWO headbutts to follow up that punch to the nose. As the Champion is forced away by Valentino, blood is present dripping from LeBlanc's now clearly busted nose. Chaos looks on at his dazed opposition before mustering up the energy and will power to leap in the air, risking his own weakened appendage to connect with an enziguri right to the side of the head that was recieving the blunt end of the champ's elbow just moments ago. An epic crack reminiscent of a bull whip rings clearly throughout the Frank Erwin Center as the crowd of Mexican's and Conservatives respond accordingly with a collective "Oooooohhhh!" that rumbles throughout as LeBlanc goes through the ropes and to the outside of the ring where he remains out of it, NOX running over to check on him as Chaos grasps his left leg, again trying to sooth it as he just allowed a bit too much pressure in that last blast of energy.

Josh Brunswick: Holy hell! What a comeback by the Champion!! The crowd is electric! A broken nose is a distinct possibility for LeBlanc now!

Doug Smith: And I thought he was done with....fuck!

Josh Brunswick: We should all know by now that it's not nearly so easy to take out the man who's the self-proclaimed Greatest Thing to Grace the Ring.

Doug Smith: Yeah, but we all know that self-proclamation is a load of carnival petting-zoo shit.

Josh Brunswick: Ehhh

As Valentino slowly begins the ten-count, Joey is in a mad dash to help up his partner-in-crime, who's now feeling entirely rocked from that series of strikes. His chest a bright, glowing red and his nasal passages clogged by the stream of crimson now flowing from it, his head throbbing following the sheer intensity of those brain blows, LeBlanc is not looking too hot right now. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Chaos is slowly working himself up with the help of the ropes and some crowd encouragment. He seems at least somewhat satisfied with the relief he's been trying to offer his leg now, and while it's not a full recovery, it should hopefully be enough to at least see him through this match, albeit at a disadvantage. Once Chaos gets to a vertical basis near the corner he was just kicking some ass in, Alex begins to see the Clown as he dries his eyes from the tearing results of getting his nose busted the way he has. Though his equilibrium is still suffering, he acts, shoving NOX to the side as he heads towards the ring, reaching out and snatching that injured left leg of his opponent and pulling, the Skitzo's back smacking the mat before LeBlanc tugs him under the bottom rope and his spine meets the floor padding only a foot or two from the ring steps, the crowd unpleased by these actions. Valentino is already at the count of four, but Alex pays no mind, immediately trying to stomp on the legs of the Clown, getting a few angry ones in on that left leg, but mostly landing randomly with no real rhyme or rhythm other than to extinguish the fire that was building in the champ's heart. However one stomp goes terribly wrong for the Canadian as Chaos traps his foot with his own ligaments and rotates himself some, forcing LeBlanc forward with some kind of modified drop toe hold, but this one proves to be gruesome for the challenger. The grim fate that he is met with is very graphic and the Texans in attendance let out cries of horror as they witness this drastic turn of events. Alex's face has met the steel steps, but in no ordinary fashion, as the top of his right eye, directly on the bone of his brow is met by the unforgiving cornered edge of steel that makes up the middle platform. LeBlanc rocks upwards and leans back against the canvas, eyes glazed over as he stares up, Joey NOX forced to watch on for fear of getting his partner disqualified as a watchful Valentino looks over the action taking place as he yells out with a "Seven." The Detroit Dopeshow acts fast, realizing the huge swing of momentum in his direction as he scrambles to his feet to see the bloodied face of his stablemate. Showing no signs of sympathy, he simply rolls the dazed and confused looking challenger up and under the ropes, sliding in after him to go for the quick pin.

Doug Smith: NOO!!

Josh Brunswick: That might be a gnarly cut!! Could this be it?!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- OMG WTF KICKOUT!!


Alex LeBlanc manages to just thrust his shoulder up, much to the astonishment of the crowd and more importantly, the champion. Joey breathes a sigh of relief as his buddy isn't out of this one yet, but he and everyone else soon notices something that could change the entire spectrum of this match. As Chaos unmounts his downed opponent and attempts to work himself back up to his feet, it's as if he's metaphorically unveiling a master piece of brutality, a work of art, if you will, all to a world of violent connisuers who dare witness this exhibition of the "arts." What they all lay their eyes upon is as simple as it is sinister, as the cut Alex recieved from contacting that steel step's cold, hard edge has clearly presented itself now as the blood can be seen spritsing out of the Canadian's brow, his upper face slowly swelling up as his eyes and their lashes begin to fill with the liquid life force of the challenger. His head feeling rather rocked now and showing the effects on his battered face whilst simultaneously a slow progression of adrenaline begins shooting through both gladiators in the ring. Chaos is to his feet now and staring down at his opponent, pleased with himself. Pleased with what he's done. Pleased that anyone underestimated him and his resolve, his desire to keep what he rightfully earned and definitely deserves burns hotter than your piss after an hour long session with a Czechoslovakian prostitute, who you thought would be okay, because you had all of that sweet vodka they offer in eastern europe, not to mention how ridiculously low her rates and your standards were! It was a match made in heaven til that magical fire piss, but I digress...The psychopathic circus freak is getting off on the pain he's withstood and that of which he's inflicted, and seems to be showing no remorse now. This is go-time. The champion creeps his way over towards LeBlanc, hoisting him off of the canvas with all of his might, barely getting to his feet before the dead weight is too much and be releases Alex, who falls backwards into the ropes, where he stays for now, shaking his head about, spitting the snotty nose blood that's running down towards his mouth whilst trying to wipe clean his steadily swelling eye of it's blood build up, as it's hindering his vision. It seems nothing can help now, though, as Chaos heads over towards him and immediately tosses an elbow strike to his right temple, the same side as that viscious cut, and the one that has been recieving most of the punshiment recently.

Josh Brunswick: Simple brutality right now. I knew the Heroes of Wrestling wouldn't hold back, but I wasn't so sure if they'd go this far!

Doug Smith: Are you kidding me?! They're both sick FUCKS. And Alex had the upper hand before that sneaky ass snake of a champion had to bring the steps into the equation.

Josh Brunswick: Looked like Alex fell into em to me, tragic accident?

Doug Smith: Bullshit!!

As our two lovely commentators carry on with their arguments and shenanigans as they usually do, the action continues in the ring. The Clown throws another elbow, right in the same spot, however this time instead of reacting the way the champ wishes, the challenger's adrenaline levels have seemed to have reached that level where rage and primitive human instinct come into play as he wildly reaches out with his own right-handed haymaker, knocking Chaos awkwardly in the jaw. The painted warrior, with his now severely lacking amount of make up, responds immediately with yet another elbow stirke, colliding with LeBlanc's cranium as the crowd continues going nuts at the sickeningly sweet sight of this incredibly tense match. Alex again responds, though this time with a quick left hook that clips the clown's chin, barely managing to fight through his lack of focus and sight, both mentally and physically as his view continues to be obstructed by the ever growing problem of buildup around the cut above his eye. Chaos turns his head with the momentum of the fist before backing up a few steps, letting out a heroically animalistic roar, following this up by charging those couple of feet forward and smashing LeBlanc with three rapid speed elbow shots right to that same temple, rocking him as both men's heart rates are pumped. The Clown pushes on Alex's chest before backing up smuggly, yelling at him to "COME ON!!!" The Canadian Challenger shakes his head around, trying to get the cobwebs out, spitting more snotty blood from his mouth as he looks up, his right eye nearly shut from the immense swelling now and his nose and brow still continue to pour while the Austin audience watches on intently, anxiously awaiting the next move. Before too long Alex grasps the top rope, blasting out his leg as he extends the appendage up and out, attempting to knock off the head of the X-Division Champion with his patented Superkick!! While this would be a marvelous turn of events for the Black Suit Outlaw, it is not so, as his aim is way off thanks to his wicked wounds, and Chaos manages to barely sidestep to avoid any potential clipping of that ballistic bullet-like boot coming for his head. LeBlanc staggers forward a bit, stunned. When suddenly, the Clown hits a high-angled kick of his own!!! While he collapses from the pressure of his still-injured leg and the vertical reach he had to extend to, his foot is accurate, connecting with Alex's jaw, sending him back as Chaos crashes down to a kneeling position.

Doug Smith: Dear God no!

Josh Brunswick: Wait! Look at Alex!!

What in the hell is this? Seriously? The Cooky Canuck has manage to hit the ropes following that boot to the face and as he rebounds off of the cables he heads back with a head full of steam, and it appears as though Alex LeBlanc is looking for his trademark finisher, the brutal running knee that he calls "The Doppler Effect." He storms off towards the kneeling clown, who sees this wayward onslaught heading his way. Thankfully for the champion, however, he manages to sweep his head out of the way, sending LeBlanc's right leg over his target and his left one trapped in the grips of a gladiatorial ghoul. The challenger is not looking good now, his aim failing him again as the injuries continue to get the best of him as he hops up and down strangely in his position before Chaos decides it's time to flip his opposition over for the standard ankle lock, or rather a move that might as well be called the PRW Special due to the frequency of it's use, but nevermind that for now. The audience stands on their toes as The Skitzo has reversed his opposition's finisher into a rathers tick predicament, cranking on the left leg with a gruesome growl emanating from beneath the champion's straining face as he continues to work the appendage as visciously as he can in the time allotted. His luck would soon run out, though, as he is proven to be too close to the ropes, Alex able to crawl over to them after a few moments, but some damage has still been done. Valentino forces the Clown to break the count around three and no later than that does the psyopathic carny take off to the opposite end of the ring, hitting the ropes as LeBlanc stumbles up to his hands and knees, wiping blood off of his face as he looks up to meet a knee cracking the right side of his cranial compound and crushing him to the mat. That's right ladies and gentleman, Chaos has hit the Super Blizzard, which is really just a shining wizard, but he's a Jericoholic so whatever. Both of these men collapse to the mat and the X-Division Champ wastes no time in going for a cover, looking for a big win.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!

THRE- WAIT!!! BOOT ON THE ROPE!!!


Josh Brunswick: Amazing!!!

Doug Smith: YES! He's still in this!!!

A collective gasp is followed by a thunderous applause as the salsa savoring crowd continues to eat this entire contest up, witnessing otherworldy warriors, worth their weight in platinum, give their all for what's been deemed by the top brass to be a mid-card belt, regardless of the prestige and history that lies behind it. This battle is a testimony to that fact, to what it takes to hold the title, and this silly little championship, while it meant little to the Skitzo before SuperBattle, has become an integral part of who he is, who he's maturing into. He's not about to let that go. Chaos desperately tosses his mangled, sweaty hair back as he looks up at Paris Valentino, then over towards LeBlanc's leg, smacking the mat with both hands out of pure frustration. Surprisingly, the Texas crowd begins to follow along, clapping with the beating of the canvas as they get pumped. Adrenaline on full charge now, Chaos lifts himself up with the assistance of the steel cables as he looks down at the continuing blood flow upon LeBlanc's busted face, his stablemate looking like a complete mess at the moment yet still has enough sense to reach for a rope. That's not gonna fly with the champ. Not tonight, daddio. It's time to put the lights out on this guy. Getting a firm grip on his adversary, the Detroit native proceeds to lift Alex up and off of the mat, struggling, yet managing to make it with his weight and strength advantage.The challenger feels like a sack of rocks now, and he's hard to manuver around because of that, yet the champion continues to find a way to manage anyway, kicking him in the gut before locking their arms around eachother's heads for a suplex clutch. Chaos grabs LeBlanc's pants firmly and attempts a lift...

Josh Brunswick: You don't think he's going for the HD, do ya?!

Doug Smith: God I hope not!

You can go ahead and rest easy for the moment, D-Man, cuz Alex aiint havin it. The Canadian Challenger attempts to hold firm, regardless of his ankle hurting. He can't see a damned thing but he can feel the flow of the fight, and certainly the menacing grip of a two-hundred and fifty pound athlete latching onto him. The Clown tries for another hoist, and while he manages to get LeBlanc up a little bit, it's still to no avail as his feet meet the mat once more. Safe for now, Alex tries for a bit of offense himself, himself lifting up for a suplex, but to no avail. Chaos sinks his head and shoulders down and under his opponent's ribs, hooking up his somewhat weakened left leg before lifting back and up. He tries to spin but no go, The Moss-Covered Three-Handled Gredunza is not something LeBlanc is looking to get into right now, but wait! The Skitzo is still trying to utilize the moment to his advantage, releasing the leg from it's fisherman-like hold and hoisting his fellow Hero of Wrestling up onto his shoulders in a torture-rack/argentine style clutch, barely able to manage the weight as he gets more vertical. The fans roar, awaiting the arrival of the old school Chaos Driver I.

Doug Smith: Oh no!

Josh Brunswick: Will he do it?!

Doug Smith: Shit, look at that!

At what? Oh, fuck, you're right! LeBlanc has disappointed the fans, throwing down two good back elbows to the Clown's head, forcing him to relenquish his grip and set Alex back down to his feet outright, both men stumbling away from eachother. LeBlanc blindly charges towards the X-Division Champion, both literally and figuratively, as he truly is finding that eye injury difficult to deal with buy this point, and the constant taste of his own blood is still telling him to fight on regardless. Were this MMA, the fight would've almost certainly been over with some time ago...but this isn't MMA. This is PRW's own special brand of pro-wrestling. The kind a man like Chaos has proven he excells at. What alex happens to run into is the last thing he needed at this point time, as his tenacity soon comes to a halt once the Skitzo finishes a rapid-spin, rotating three-hundred and sixty degrees as the animosity and anxiety levels raise to uprescidented proportions amongst the ape-shit onlookers that make up the audience here in Austin tonight. A smacking sound blasts out at super-sonic speed as and the Texans let out a mixed wave of both approval and concern, almost simultaneously. That's right ladies and gentleman, the Roaring Elbow connects flush with LeBlanc's swollen mess of an eye, widening his cut even more as blood, sweat, and a bit of puss spew out following the viscious contact. Alex's bruised and beaten brain compartment [his head] goes flying back from the momentum and Chaos wastes little time letting his voice be heard through heavy breaths and grunted yells.

Chaos the Clown: I..'m....gon..na.....drop.....you.....on your....fucking....HEAD!!!!

The commentators react accordingly:

Doug Smith: What?! NO!

Josh Brunswick: I think he's calling for the end here!!

In the split second following his catchphrase, the reigning champion wastes no time at all in ripping his out-of-it competitor directly towards him, snatching his battered head and positioning it between his legs as he gets a firm grip on both of LeBlanc's arms, locking in a tight double underhook as he tosses his hair back and stares out at the crowd. Soaking in the glory of the moment, the hard fought battle, all he's had to do up to this point, realizing why he's pummelling a man who's his partner in what is arguably the most dominant faction within the entire promotion right now. He has a legacy to carry on, the legacy of his brother, who was the first man to ever hold this belt, the legacy of Lion and his ceremonial 'passing of the torch' to the unstable warrior, and perhaps, most importantly, the legacy of himself and all he's done to redeem his career and prove that he is amongst the best to ever occupy these halls. This is war, and in war, there are sacrifices. And in this war against the Black Sheep, for this one night only, Alex is the Clown's sacrificial lamb. It is not the end of their involvement in the Heroes, far from it, it is a show of strength. A show of force, that we will reign supreme through even the hardest of hardships and toughest of battles, even if that means against eachother, just to prove a point of dominance. The Champion takes one last gaze out to the crowd, NOX looking on in desperation as the Skitzo who's got his nearly knocked-out homeboy set up for the end game let's out a signature yell of C-D-THREE!!!!! before proceeding in hoisting up the now dead-weight that has become his opposition and going about his adaptation of the Tiger Driver. The Clown's knee gives out halfway through the flip and he winds up dropping LeBlanc directly on the crown of his cranium to a loud pop, as this head drop was just made that much more brutal by the added impact. The Murder City Mad Man takes no time at all to pile up on the heap that is alex, with his legs limply laying over his head already, now he has Chaos on top of him, applying as much pressure as he can at this point whilst Paris Valentino drops to the mat and the fans begin to count along, as this could be it!!

Josh Brunswick: Bawh Gawd!!!! Chaos Driver Three!!! I can't believe it!!! It's done! It's done!

Doug Smith: DEAR LORD WHY?!?!?!




[PINFALL ATTEMPT - FINISHER x/1]


TBC by Paris Valentino...
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-Alex kicking out of the pinning predicament, Chaos is jolted forward as the crowd roars, Joey Nox slapping the mat on the outside thunderously, waving the Russian flag overhead as his partner, his compatriot has managed the courage, the heart, and the intestinal fortitude to keep fighting, even if his nose is leaking like a faucet, blood pouring down his face, the chances of him having a concussion heightened by the fact he was dropped twice straight on his dome like a sack of potatoes. Still, Alex is a man on a mission tonight, and even as he shakes the cobwebs and Chaos argues with Valentino like a petulant child who doesn't get his way, Alex is regaining the strength and the motivation that has made him a champion so many times over.-

-Pulling himself to his knees slowly and then his feet, Alex eyes his partner on the outside, locking eyes with him as Nox just looks at him sternly, arms locked on the canvas. Looking at his fellow Outlaw, Joey screams out "Pride Never Dies!", almost trying desperately to get into LeBlanc's head. Screaming it out again as Alex once again shakes his head trying to shake the dizziness, Nox points at the crowd behind him, on their feet, cheering, trying to pull Alex out of the depths and back into the driver seat.-

-Standing straight up and taking a deep breath, Alex licking his upper lip, getting a taste of his own blood. Spitting it out almost instantly, it seemingly invigorates the Canadian who puts his hands up once again and screams at Chaos to stop being a bitch and fight. Chaos pulling away from Valentino, the crowd rises with anticipation as the champion storms toward the middle of the ring and eyes Alex. Both men with their hands up, they trade punches, Chaos throwing the classic 2-3-2 combination of punches going straight for Alex's head. The punches however miss and Alex backpeddles a bit to evade the punches before coming forward with a HUGE Right Hook followed by a Left Cross that rocks Chaos and sends him stumbling backward into the ropes, knocked silly by the fist of the Canadian.-

-The momentum shifting, Alex pounces like a "Dragon", quickly wrapping his hands around the back of Chaos' neck and pulling him in, locking in the Muay Thai Clinch. Alex comfortable in this position, and the years of Mixed Martial Artistry at his disposal, Alex unleashes a flurry of knees, lefts and right straight to the head and chest of his opponent, a rapid current of blows meeting their mark with emphasis, strength and a quickness that nobody could have anticipated. Drawing his right knee back, Alex winds it up and slams it forward viciously, knocking Chaos on his back with the heaviest of the blows, the knee busting up Chaos' forehead, blood beginning to pour as Alex just snarls like a wolf, not giving a damn if he even kills the man.-

-Chaos on his back dazed, and Alex standing with blood caked on his knee, Alex once again grimaces and shakes his head, wiping the blood of his face, his face a crimson mask, dried and caked claret unmistakable, even from a distance. The referee coming in to see if Chaos is alright, Alex pushes him off and mounts Chaos, sitting on his chest, pinning his arms underneath him. Looking down at Chaos with an evil glint in his eye, Alex closes his eyes and bites his lip, subduing his own pain before dropping a bevy of 12-6 Elbows straight down into the skull of his opponent, each jagged elbow delivered directly into the cut already created just moments before on his forehead. Digging into the skull with an animalistic passion, Alex is trying desperately to knock Chaos the fuck out.-

-Growling, Alex just looks at Valentino and screams at him to ask Chaos if he gives up. Obliging, albeit afraid, Valentino asks Chaos, only to get a response of "No..", weary and pained from the Clown. Frustrated and angered, Alex moves from his perching in mount and slides off to his opponent's side, freeing the Clown's arm. Grasping it, Alex grapevines his legs around the arm and grabs onto the wrist, pushing his hips upward and the clown's arm back down, hyper-extending it once again, going back to well with ANOTHER Armbar!-

-The crowd roars in anticipation as Valentino drops into position, asking Chaos if he wants to tap, Chaos shaking his head violently, the pain beginning to overwhelm him. Planting his feet, Chaos manages to work himself into a vertical base, Alex still latched onto his arm for all it's worth, Alex beginning to get folded up quite a bit. Chaos, desperate to get loose from the grasp of the Canadian, wraps his free arm under the hip of the Canadian and powers him off the canvas, looking for a Slam!.-

-Alex in the air, knowing that it's high-time to let go of the hold or meet his fate with another drop onto his head, lets go off the arm and throws his legs backward, landing on his feet on the canvas, standing right in front of the clown. The champion shocked and astonished, just looks at Alex with wide eyes, but that won't protect him from what comes next. Charging forward, Alex throws that huge Flying Knee, nailing Chaos with the same knee that leveled him before, the blood still drying on it. The knee connecting on Chaos' jaw, the champion falls onto the canvas as LeBlanc falls over him, his own momentum toppling him over and sending him to the canvas as well.-

-Breathing heavily and spitting out blood from between his lips, Alex slams his fist down on the canvas, shaking his head violently, screaming out "FUCK!" as he closes his eyes tightly then reopens them, forcing himself to his feet . He stumbles into the corner, using the turnbuckle to steady himself as he looks down at Chaos, his opponent, the champion and his stablemate, grasping onto his face, his hands beginning to redden because of the blood. Alex knows the moment is his and he begs that motherfucker to roll over, just for a second. To his dismay, Chaos doesn't roll over, but he does sit up, and that's all Alex needs.-

-Adapting his attack, Alex runs full speed at the ropes in front of Chaos and hits them as hard as he has ever hit a set of ropes in his life. Springing off of them with devious intent, Alex draws back that right knee and he slams it forward with extreme prejudice, damn near breaking Chaos' jaw in half with a Doppler Effect, the crowd roaring as Chaos slumps back instantly, out like a light as Alex just stands over him, eyes locked on his prone body, chest heaving.-

-Leaning down, Alex grabs Chaos' arm and savagely pulls him up into a seated position once again before manhandling him onto his knees, making sure he kneels and he stays still. Backing up about 10 paces, Alex rushes forward again and repeats the process, drawing that knee back and slamming it into the jaw of his opponent, the battlecry of "DIE!' echoing throughout the arena as Alex levels a lifeless Chaos once again with a Doppler Effect, hitting it flush for a second time in as many minutes. -

-The moment his and the belt within his grasp, Alex leaves nothing to chance and hooks the legs, making it even more difficult to kick out, putting all his body weight down upon this clown.-


[PIN ATTEMPT/FINISHER ATTEMPT- TWO DOPPLER EFFECTS AFTER KNEES FROM A MUAY THAI CLINCH, 12-TO-6 ELBOW STRIKES AND A FLYING KNEE]








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