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M3: Chaos the Clown© vs. Alex LeBlanc; REF: Paris Valentino
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Topic Started: Nov 12 2010, 11:39 PM (942 Views)
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Paris Valentino
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Nov 22 2010, 10:26 AM
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One!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ˇ
TWO!!!!!ˇ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE-shit, no!!!!
Chaos kicks out! Chaos kicks out!
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Chaos the Clown
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Nov 23 2010, 12:20 AM
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Skyrocketing to their feet in an instant, the audience is astonished and they show it, recognizing the sheer resillience of the Clown, thrown off entirely as everyone in the building thought we were about to see the crowning of a new X-Division Champion, but it isn't so. Chaos has kicked out. LeBlanc's face strains to show emotion as the swelling, bruising, bleeding has all made a mess of it. The Skitzo stares up towards the sky, the lights, the rafters. Pondering his predicament as he feels the blood drying atop his head, blended with the remnants of whatever paint has managed to remain. Alex crawls on his knees towards Valentino, gripping his shirt, pleading with him, begging that this is all some cruel joke. Continuously asking "Why?" as his partner, Joey NOX, is on the outside, raging, though his voice is drowned by the intensity of the capacity crowd. The Detroit Dopeshow is meanwhile continuing to admire the cieling of the Frank Erwin Center for a bit before realizing that the bell didn't ring, that he actually did kick out. This is no dream, the fight's still on, and it's this sudden realization that forces our Hero of Wrestling to muster together some sort of sense in order to roll over to his stomach, slowly making it to his hands and knees as he checks his forehead, smeering the blood onto his hand as he looks at it. The Clown leans back and shakes his head, squinting his eyes as his hair flops about, spitting drops of crimson-laced sweat around as he tries to recollect himself. An expression has grown across the champion's face as he stares at his hand, covered in his own bodily fluids, and this expression is not one of shock or disgust, oh no...he appears to be rather enjoying it. In fact, the Austin fans in attendance begin to let out moans of shock that alert LeBlanc to turn around, no longer able to argue with the referee as he pulls himself up shakily by the official's striped clothing and rotates just in time to witness his opponent licking the plasma off of his palm in a sickening display of sadism and psychosis that is truly unique to the Carnival Carnivore.
Doug Smith: Oh that's just disgusting! I think I may puke! What the hell is he doing that for?!?!
Josh Brunswick: He's embracing it, Dougy. It's certainly odd but...he's a fan of brutality, what can I say?
Doug Smith: You can go ahead and say he's fuckin nuts.
Josh Brunswick: I don't think anyone's willing to argue against that point.
Indeed, you guys. Chaos is indeed quite the mental case. The career and overall history of the Schizophrenic Superstar is one riddled in these sorta things. He's seen far worse than some lethal knee strikes to the face, and that's really saying something. For him to have perservered so far, through everything he's been through, both in this match specifically and his life in general, really just goes to show how tough this sunuvabitch truly is. Alex and everyone else here tonight is realizing that now, and the Canadian Cowboy himself is certainly in no way pleased by this unlikely turn of events, believing victory was most certainly his. In fact, it more than likely would've been, against any normal man. But his opposition tonight is no ordinary man, for he he is a Clown. THE Clown. And for that nonsensical reason alone, it shall be he who prevails, though that won't stop Alex from trying. Nope. The battered challenger walks over towards his kneeling opponent and interrupts his little vampiric-like fantasy world and violently rips him to his feet, Chaos staggering a bit from the force of LeBlanc's pull, but remaining vertical. Alex desperately lunges out with a few left and rights, though this time it's the Michigan Militant dodging the bullets, barely managing to sway and move out of the way of the oncoming fists of fury. Finally ducking one at the right moment, the Skitzo strikes, hooking an arm under the lightning-fast limb of his adversary and positiong himself behind him in order to sweet up LeBlanc's other arm and hold him in chickenwing-like fashion, preparing to perhaps nail the Purrrsian Purrrrplexion, which is known to most around the world as a Tiger Suplex. This could maybe enough to end the match here, but Alex is not quite willing to subside to such a cruel fate quite yet. Struggling to hold his weight down, the challenger manages to keep the champion from hoisting him in the air, using all the might he has to break his arms free of the hold and scoot himself behind the man known as the painted warrior for a waistlock, in perfect position to nail a german. But no, Chaos is not having it, immediately thrusting his weight backwards, which proves useful due to the weight deficit on LeBlanc's part. The Canadian's spine meets turnbuckle padding and the impact causes him to release his grip. The Clown takes a few baby steps forward before turning to his left and gripping the top rope, leaping, letting his boots hit the middle cable to propell him off and towards Alex in order to connect with a sick flash kick to the skull, the likes of which send a resonating sound of sweet slappy-ness throughout the building.
Josh Brunswick: That looked like it really rocked LeBlanc!
Doug Smith: Jesus Christ, Josh, as if he hasn't been rocked enough already. Look at his face for fuck's sake!
The audience electrified and the X-Division Champion intensified, he scrambles back up to his feet to meet the dazed challenger who's now aimlessly stumbling away from the corner as it seems the whole of his equilibrium has been knocked clear out of him by this point, Chaos just watching on before ultimately Alex falls face first Ric Flair style onto the mat. The Clown looks on somewhat astonished that the fighting spirt of LeBlanc is finally beginning to become extinguished through the ravaging relentlessness of the champ. Deciding to waste no more time, the Skitzo runs immediately towards his face-down opposition before hopping up and nailing a back-on-back Senton, knocking some wind out of the challenger like he were a woopy cushion, cept without the farting sounds. Again the champion figures he better not let up now while he has the upperhand, quickly scrambling to his feet and getting the trusty front facelock cinched in before taking his time to lift up what's become of the challenger. Tossing his opposition's arm around his own neck, Chaos sets up in suplex fashion before tugging the trousers of LeBlanc, disappointed in the fact that the Canadian won't budge. Whoa!! A sudden burst of energy throws off the Champion as his combatant has managed to heave him into the air, attempting to drop him on the mat with a suplex. But wait!! The action doesn't stop as the Clown somehow finds a way to slip down and behind Alex, immediately grabbing him around his waist and positioning his head under LeBlanc's arm and heaving him up and back, the crowd popping for the huge Back Drop Driver that finds Alex's skull colliding with the canvas once more in devastating fashion. Little time is left to revel in the pain, though, as the champ drags himself over for the quick cover, Paris Valentino dropping to the mat to make the count.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOO!!!
THRE- NO!! KICK OUT!!
Doug Smith: Yes!!!
Josh Brunswick: Somehow LeBlanc manages to stay in this thing!
Why yes he does. The Canadian portion of the Heroes of Wrestling has certainly pulled off a lot tonight, coming out here full-force, but with a champion more than happy to participate in such fierce combat. Hell, some may say he's even eager to engage in such activities. Slapping the mat a few times and building up the tempo for a series of claps from the crowd, Chaos gets to his feet slowly but surely, staring down the mess that is the man trying to take away his shiny belt. LeBlanc's also trying to get up, both men's adrenaline pumping as the overwhelming audience's energy flows through the two warriors. Alex is on his hands and knees near the center of the ring now, and the Clown bolts off towards him. It's rough to tell at first if the challenger is simply collapsing or acting on his own free will, but regardless, he flattens himself against the canvas and allows the champion to fly right over him, sending him into the ropes. LeBlanc is able to scramble to his feet clumsily, struggling with gravity to maintain his balance before being met head on by the Skitzo. Acting on what must be instinct, Alex allows Chaos to smack chests with him before locking his arms around the X-Division Champion, popping his hips back and executing a swift belly-to-belly suplex, tossing the no-longer painted warrior over his head and to the mat. The momentum allows the Detroit Dopeshow to roll through to his feet though, and while he's a bit confused he just decides to head straight forward with all he can, meeting up with Alex who has now, too, bounced back up to a vertical basis. LeBlanc tosses his arm out for a clothesline, but as per the usual cliche, the Clown ducks it, hitting the opposite set of ropes and heading on a collision course with the ass-end of an unsuspecting challenger and drilling the back of his skull with a ferocious lariat, sending the Canadian Cowboy straight to the mat face first from the sheer impact, Chaos collapsing with him and rolling him over, going for yet another pinfall attempt.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOO!!!
THRRRRE-NOT QUITE!!!
Josh Brunswick: That was sickening lariat but still not enough to put away the challenger. What's the champ gonna have to do?
Doug Smith: A lot more than that apparently! Woo-hoo! Maybe Alex still has a fighting chance!
Oh, hardly, Doug. The amount of abuse and punishment his head has taken throughout the match is surely enough to warrant a concussion at the least. Whatever life is left within the Black Suit Outlaw is about to be taken from him by a psychopathic circus reject, though, as Chaos immediately latches onto LeBlanc's head once more, lifting his limp body up, forcing the challenger to follow his lead as he squeezes the front facelock on once more, even tigher than ever before. This time Chaos decides to rip a page out of his own Muay-Thai background and give his competition a taste of his own medicine, laying in a few good knee strikes to the face, damaging LeBlanc's wounds some more. Again lifting the appendage of his adversary up and over his own head, the Clown this time proceeds with a different course of action not seen in one of his matches before. Grabbing the leg of LeBlanc in fisherman-style, the Skitzo lifts up and spins, planting Alex to the mat on his neck and shoulder region with the Moss-Covered Three-Handled Family Gredunza, the latest signature move of the X-Division's top competitor. Instead of releasing, however, Chaos struggles to maintain the firm grasp he has on his opposition, rolling his hips and proceeding to force both men up with all his might back to a standing position, before placing his free hand under the crotch area of Alex and scooping him up for the northern-lights bomb that he calls Technetium '99, another signature move of the cooky clown. Still maintaing his grip, the champion astonishes all as he pulls himself to his feet again, carring the now dead-weight of his foe with him. Grasping the trunks of LeBlanc firmly and heaving him up, he holds his stable mate in the air for a moment as he lets out a primal scream, the blood on his face glistening in the light as he about eats a handful of his own drenched hair that dangles freely in his face. Cameras flash light a lightning storm and the Austin audience goes aboslutely ape-shit once Chaos twists Alex around and drives his head into the ground with his deviously destructive head-drop finisher that goes by the name of Heaven's Divider!!!
Josh Brunswick: HD! HD! He hit it! This has got to be it!!
Doug Smith: Ohhhh I can't watch!!! Damnit, why?!?!
It'd be best if you do shield yourself from what's about to be unleashed, man. See, normally at this point our Hero would go for the pin, or perhaps lock in his signature submission move...but no. Not tonight. Tonight, he has a point to prove. And to prove that point he quickly flips Alex over and onto his belly before mounting his back, stepping over LeBlanc's right arm and hooking his matching left ligament up with his own, trapping him in a dangerous position. As the crowd watches on confused, any questions they may have had towards the Clown's motives are resolved as the Skitzo begins laying in a series of fast and furious, brutal downward elbow strikes ALA Bryan Danielson, connecting directly with the right side of Alex's cranium, the one that's been continuously crushed throughout this entire matchup. Visibly fading out of conciousness, LeBlanc looks done. The crowd is anxiously watching on, anticipating the end of this match-up as Valentino drops down to begin checking on Alex, asking if he wants to give up, but there's no response as the challenger's eyes roll to the back of his head, at least the one that isn't swelled shut can be seen doing this. Widening the cut on Alex's brow, Chaos does nothing to let up, continously dropping each elbow like a hammer on his opponent's skull, seemingly lost in a trance of pure punishment. Since his interrogation is doing no good, Paris goes for the next viable option, beginning to check his arm, raising it once and watching it fall faster than an apple from a tree. Proceeding with the second of this three count series, he again lifts the limp appendage of the challenger and once more the process is repeated as it drops and it appears LeBlanc is out of it, but the Skitzo just continues with his viscious assault. One last time, the official raises The Canadian's arm, attempting to see if there's even an ounce of life left. Raising it high and taking his time, it's all in Valentino's hand's now. Will Alex's arm drop, will he be knocked out? Or will he hold strong and triumph?
Josh Brunswick: IS IT OVER?!?!
We will see, Josh. We will see...
[KNOCK-OUT ATTEMPT - ELBOW STRIKES FOLLOWING FINISHER X1 + MULTIPLE SUBS UTILIZED.]
TBC by Paris Valentino...
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Nov 23 2010, 09:17 PM
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As Valentino (check IP to confirm):
LeBlanc goes limp and Paris calls for the bell. Chaos won't stop and Valentino is forced the knock him out with a superkick!
Still champion, Chaos the (unconscious) Clown
Edit: yes, this is me
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