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M1: Alex LeBlanc vs. Marshall Cage
Topic Started: Dec 10 2017, 01:29 AM (286 Views)
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Alex LeBlanc vs. Marshall Cage
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-The lights dim to absolute darkness and the crowd roars with excitement as Bradley Cooper’s voice breaks over the PA, speaking as Rocket from Guardians of the Galaxy in one of the most awesome-yet-over-the-top ways ever.-

Cooper: “Well, now I’m standing. Happy? We’re all standing now. Bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle."

-The screen now brings up images of a cosmic force shooting across the vast expanse of a star belt, criss-crossing nebula and supernovas, bypassing asteroids and hopping in the crevices between planets. The cosmic force gets closer and closer, the audience taken into a POV view as it starts spiraling down toward earth in a hell-bound motion before the tron goes black, replaced by a flickering of the tron before it finally settles on an image of Alex LeBlanc, the crowd going ballistic before the screen fades again and gives way to a familiar guitar cadence.-

Brunswick: Here we go!

Smith: I hate him, but nobody does an entrance like this bastard.

-The lights dark, the opening strums to “Can’t Stop” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers hits the PA and begins to build. As it hits the crescendo, the darkness gets replaced by royal blue and gold Ukrainian-themed lighting dancing around the arena in tune with the guitar break. Breaking through the curtain, Alex stands in front of his adoring crowd in blue and gold tights with gold kick pads. Adorning his face is a Star-Lord mask and covering his torso is a Ravager jacket, LeBlanc playing up the motiff as he battles his comic-book loving nemesis.-

Brunswick: Paying homage to his heritage, and playing a bit of mindgames with his opponent, Alex LeBlanc has made it to Christmas Carnage!

-LeBlanc brings his wrist to his ear and mouths “Times up!” before ripping off the Star-Lord mask and marching down the aisle. Ravager jacket flapping behind him, Alex slides into the ring and bounds immediately to his feet, hitting the ropes to get loose. Making his way to a neutral corner, Alex leans against the turnbuckle and strips off the jacket before kneeling, psyching himself up in the corner. Awaiting the arrival of Marshall Cage, LeBlanc stays in a crouch, waiting, scouting.-
Edited by SaviourSelf, Dec 13 2017, 11:46 PM.
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In the back, Marshall is seen via tron screen finishing up taping his wrists. His attire isn't quite the extravagant, flashy cosplay it normally is. He looks... normal. Of course, on trunks he had the symbol of the Hidden Leaf Village proudly displayed... But this was the first time he'd ever been seen in trunks! After completing the wrist tape, Cage fitted a headband with a matching symbol to his head. He sighed in an attempt to cool his nerves. This was it. This was his big day.

Surrounding him were the entire Meggido Co. group. The near emotionless Frank Waltz stood further away, just watching Cage as he hopped up and down, doing everything he could to prepare himself mentally. It was none other than the Purple Suited Bastard(!) who put a hand to the nerd's shoulder to calm him down.


"Trust me kid. You're going to kill it out there."

Cage gave a quick nod, and put his head against the wall for just a moment. LeBlanc was right: Marsh was thinking thoughts he would have never imagined thinking. It wasn't necessarily good or bad, just cluttered. He couldn't concentrate on anything, let alone move his legs out to the ring. It was the orc hand of Waltz slapping Marsh in the back. Frank didn't say a word, but he didn't have to. It was that jolt of adrenaline that turned things around. Marshall started leaping in place after it, and he screamed to let out a "Woo!" that was caught by the crowd near the stage entrance. Marshall put a mask on. It completed what little outfit he had going on.

HUGE Mask


Though it had been less than a minute, it all seemed like days in a Hell had passed to Marshall. The anticipation now have hurt Marshall worse than anything LeBlanc could throw at him only minutes from now. Cage hoped. Then the worst of it would be over.

Meggido put himself through the curtain and stood tall and waved to everyone in the arena... especially at LeBlanc. LeBlanc seemingly looked through him, watching the curtains he stood in front of so he was the first to get a glimpse at his opponent.

Just as Marshall put his hand to the curtain to push it out of his way, another hand went to his back. This time, it wasn't the meaty paw belonging to Frank Waltz, but rather the small and soft touch of Gina Shagger!


"Don't go out there without-..."

Stuttering halfway through her sentence (as she struggled to even get out without!), Gina decided it was no use in talking. Shagger raised the Kirigakure ANBU mask Cage wore to give him a quick peck on the lips! She tried giving a finishing sentence while fixing his face covering, but struggled to enunciate.

"Wi-win or-or lose... we'll a-ll b-b-be here for you!"

Now Marshall burst through the curtains as the tron screen went from the backstage camera to a traditional tron video of Marshall, this time stylized in an anime way.



"Heroes Come Back" hits the speakers, and the crowd cheers as they all see him. Of course, it's not quite the reaction LeBlanc received, but it's still a loud one (and one with seemingly no booing!) that fills Marshall with all the excitement in the world. He's still a bit flustered about what had just happened with Gina, but he was also riding off of a bit of a high from it as well. He stood side by side with Meggido and trotted down to the ring as the announcer went over the typical stats.

BRUNSWICK: Here he is! Marshall Cage! He's back! He's here! He's... He's right there! This could be the biggest night of his life!

SMITH: Time to see if Marshall's got any substance.


LeBlanc just watched his foe with the eyes of a predator. Everything that happened as soon as Marshall stepped into the ring was business. It wasn't about gimmicks or who could fly the highest or who was faster. Whenever the bell gets rung, it's who is the better wrestler: Marshall Cage or Alex LeBlanc.

Just before entering the ring, Marshall spoke some final words over with his manager. To finish it off, the cameras caught Meggido telling Marshall that he's proud of 'em, and it's really an 'aww' moment as Cage gives him a quick hug and then slides into the ring. With a quick toss of his mask into the crowd (with a little boy being lifted by his father to catch it!), Cage started to cool down as much as he could. Of course, Marshall was still full of jitters, but he was down to the point where he could stand semi-still and stretch out a hand to his adversary.



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I don't want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness...

It's words that keep running through the head of the former PRW Undisputed Champion and current Hall-of-Famer. It has come to pass that he always seems to be the altruistic opponent when someone has the opportunity of grabbing the brass ring and making a statement in terms of their career. It's been well-documented in the past, but with upcoming bouts coming with Allan Proctor and the utter lack-of-appreciation from Alexander Owens regarding how he basically gave him the Golden Ticket before he decided to play footsie with John Bane; Alex LeBlanc is refusing to let Marshall Cage make his name off of Alex's legacy. That being the case, you would expect a slap or some missive directed at Marhsall. You would expect something in line with the Alex LeBlanc of old. Instead, we get an olive branch, a peace offering. LeBlanc extends his hand to the youngster in a show of sportsmanship, in a show of respect. LeBlanc may be PRW's Alpha, but Marshall has the potential to be it's Omega and the Canadian Wolf is utterly aware of it.

The two men circling each other, it plays out as you would expect the beginning to most matches to go. LeBlanc shoots in a bit looking for an opening, then retreats as Marshall is too spry and closes off the angle. Marshall darts in a hand looking to hook a leg, but Alex slaps it away; too smart and experienced to let himself get caught by a novice. They circle again, doing the dance that warrior's dude, the platitudes between each men having cultivated a culture of respect between the two; maybe even a healthy fear of each other's abilities. Eventually though, you have to throw caution to the wind in order to score points, to score a victory; to establish or cement your legacy. LeBlanc comes forward and Marshall meets him, both men tying up in an Elbow and Collar Tie-Up.

LeBlanc gets the upper hand and gets a quick go-behind, looking to establish dominance, but Cage drops his hands down to meet LeBlanc's grip around his waist. He steps on Alex's instep and breaks the Gable Grip, stepping forward. Stepping forward, he grabs one of Alex's wrists and steps forward, turning and twisting the arm forward in an Arm Wringer. Alex shakes his free hand, trying to mitigate the pain and deal with the endorphin coursing through his body. Alex takes a few steps, gathering up momentum and circling a bit to gather speed.

With enough force behind him, he rolls forward, breaking loose of the hold that Cage has on him. Marshall looks at him miffed and charges, trying to throw a clothesline, but LeBlanc ducks it. Spinning Marshall around, he tries to armdrag the young upstart, but Cage cartwheels out of it! The two men staring at each other, Alex tries to throw a Roundhouse that would have taken the Comic Book King's head off, but he ducks it. The leg barely grazing his head, Marshall sweeps his leg out and tries to swing it around and take out LeBlanc's plant leg, but the Canadian Wolf scouts it and hops over it! As LeBlanc makes back to solid ground after his evasive manuever, both men roll backwards and into a defensive stance, hands up with a right hand primed to strike. The crowd roars at the standoff as LeBlanc and Cage can do nothing but chuckle at each other.

Alex: What the fuck, Marshall!? Did you put down that copy of Squirrel Girl and actually watch some tape?

Marshall: The only good tape left of you is from back in 2013!

Alex laughs a bit at Marshall's comment and stands with his hands on his hips as Marshall just shrugs and mouths "Where's the lie?". Alex nods and takes it in stride, sticking his hand out once again, asking Marshall to shake it. Cage looks at him with caution, but the fans start getting on his case, demanding that he shake the former champion's hand. For his part, Alex is standing there hand-out telling Marshall not to be Ace Andrews and playing into the crowd's chants and demands. Giving in, Marshall sticks out his hand to reciprocate, but Alex PULLS HIS HAND BACK and just duffs Marshall in the face drawing a ravenous chorus of boos. Laying into Marshall with right hands, he works the younger competitor into the corner turnbuckle before hitting him with a quick back elbow, driving the concentration and the focus out of the mind of his opponent; right along with the air and the clear eyesight.

Alex: Stupid, Marshall. I'm still a fucking snake, you dipshit.

Open-hand slapping Marshall across the face, LeBlanc knocks the spit out of Marshall's mouth and wakes him right back up. The searing pain of a hand-print left on his cheek, the burn of wet hand on flesh raging war on him like 15 consecutive bee stings, it has an undesired knck-on effect for LeBlanc as Marshall doesn't recoil in pain or horror, but he embraces the feeling, revels in the disrespect, consumes the violence and regurgitates back in the Can-Am Hitman's face with an open-hand slap of his own. Fighting out of the corner with right and left hands of his own, the crowd gets behind Cage as he starts working LeBlanc over throwing right hands, knees and everything but the kitchen sink until he gets Alex to bend over from a hard, pointed knee into the gut.

Hearing the clapping from the crowd, Marshall starts looking around and gathering energy from their response. He starts building confidence, he starts buying into his own hype. He hits the ropes with ferocity, he starts to believe. He reaches a bent-over Hall of Famer, two steps from making contact with his opponent and then it happens. Marshall Cage realizes that believing your own hype is the worst fucking thing you can do as a professional athlete.

As he is about to make contact with the Canadian Wolf,;a man who has been doing this for damn near a decade, a man who has held every title imaginable, Cage's gaze goes from motivated and full of happiness and confidence to one that bore the crushing and heartbreaking look of realization, defeat, acceptance and then utter dread. Cage goes through these stages of grief in a matter of seconds because while he was riding high with his offensive onslaught having gone unmitigated or checked, LeBlanc had this one scouted. Using Marshall's own speed against him.

Alex had played possum and he had lured Cage in, staying bent over as Cage had rushed toward him. Now unable to do anything but come forward, the Montreal-born champion is waiting for him and he lifts Cage skyward like a father playing "Upsie" with his newborn. Marshall deep in his grasp with nowhere to go, LeBlanc turns and drops him flat on his back, spiking him with a Spinebuster that would illicit a single tear of joy from Arn Anderson; one that would roll down his cheek like the Indian from the littering commercials.
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Down, defeated, Marshall laid with his back to the mat. LeBlanc confidently stood up and placed a foot on the chest of Marshall, getting a mixed reaction from the audience. There were those who cheered for him, the die hard fans of the Canadian Wolf. THey stuck with him through thick and thin, or just simply respected him for his incredible prowess. Then, there were the Cage sympathizers. After all, this was his big moment, and it seemed like to Alex, this was just another match. It was a joke.

They were wrong.

Marshall was able to pop his shoulder up at two, and Alex took a few steps back to let his foe pull himself up. Cage gathered his focus as he rose, and he began calculating his next steps. While the two had a slightly different set of skills, this was a pretty even-bout in terms of size, speed, and strength. Cage wasn’t able to quite out-maneuver LeBlanc like he could to many of his past foes. Rather, this was a chess-match. But instead of Bishops, Alex was equipped with two more Queens. And instead of Rooks, LeBlanc had Queens. And every other pawn to start was, you guessed it, a Queen. So sure, Alex had more in his line-up coming into the fight. He had years of experience and tremendous technical prowess. Did that deter Marshall? Unfortunately not. Cage himself was a fan of the underdog story that just so happened to be playing out in his life. He believed that deep down, he had the power in him to pull out the victory.

Cage’s plans were only half-finished when he was fully back to his feet. Something in his body language gave it away, as Alex sniffed out that he was unprepared and dove in on the offensive. The two quickly came to another collar-and-elbow, with LeBlanc very easily slinking behind Marshall in a waistlock. Marshall was pondering all of the possibilities as to what Alex had in mind next, but just as he was thinking Alex continued the assault. Marshall was pulled into a headlock, and while he tried his best to get out of it, he couldn’t free himself from the hold. He was too busy trying to predict moves to counter. After all, this was a chess match, wasn’t it? He knew how to play that game. In fact, he was one of the best players he knew of the strategy game. The skills just weren’t crossing over.

LeBlanc, after a few tight wrenches of the headlock, saw that Cage’s mindless pushing was starting to free the Comic Fan, and in such a smooth transition LeBlanc released the hold, stepped forward, and then launched his torso back in order to swing his elbow as hard as he could against the face of Marsh! The poor kid got sent to his ass. His hands shot to cover his nose in pain, and Alex didn’t let up. The ball was remaining in his court and he knew it. He bounced off the ropes and came running back with a running knee strike. Marshall was slick enough to duck under it just in time, but Alex saw it coming. He turned around just as Marshall sat back up… Boom! LeBlanc’s leg went right into the back of Marshall, with Alex kicking Cage in between the shoulder blades as if he were David Beckham taking a clutch shot. Alex stepped off of the kick and held his hands out, showing just where he was in terms of control of the match.

Alex: Come on kid!

Meggido on the outside pounded his fists on the apron. “Use your head, Marsh!” The call-outs did nothing to help Cage, but the taunting of Alex did. It made him angry, and that’s whenever he got a quick move on. After hearing Alex’s cocky voice, Marshall jumped at his leg. As Cage grabbed it in his arms, Alex started throwing jabs at him to get him to stop, but Marshall knew he needed to get a shot in to stay alive, or to at least go down looking good. Through the hits he was able to hoist Alex just high enough in the air to get some momentum going as he dropped him down, planting his foot back on the mat with force as he shoved him down with a single-legged knee breaker! The One & Only was still standing, though he stammered just enough for Marshall to continue the offense, or at least try to. Cage dove at him, trying to tackle him to the mat, but Alex was able to get a grip on Marsh’s shoulders and keep him at a distance with a shove. Alex only pulled him in when it was beneficial for him, as the Wolf pulled him right into a DDT position! Of course, Marshall was too wild to be held in any hold, and he swung his fists wildly, putting up an endless barrage of clubs to Alex’s back, preventing him from bringing Marsh down. Alex wasn’t having it, and lifted a knee up, bringing it directly into the stomach of Marshall! And then another! And another! And another! He was effectively slowing down the pace of the match, and in doing so was bringing Marshall down a peg or two. He gave Cage a final shove. It wasn’t enough to send the younger competitor rebounding against the ropes, but it kept him at a distance.

This was Marshall’s moment, though. He was able to stop himself from going more than a foot away from the Vet, and right after lunged to thrust his shoulder into the mid-section of Alex. The Can-Am Killer hunched over, and despite the adrenaline in Cage’s eyes his body was too sore to do anything fancy, and he sloppily hopped over for a slow sunset flip pin!

No! Alex rolled back onto his feet, and pulled his leg back for another soccer kick, but Marshall saw it and the fear of getting his eyes kicked out of his skull jolted him to roll out of the way. Alex stopped gathering momentum and went down to pull Cage up, but Marshall hit him with a big headbutt! Alex stumbled back a step, and Marshall stumbled back a bit more. Cage seemed to hurt himself more than LeBlanc with that double-edged strike, and he walked back into the corner to recover.

The Wolf saw Cage getting himself ready in the corner, and he started to put pressure on him. Slowly, he inched towards Marshall like the predator that he was. Cage was a rabbit ready to be attacked by the canine. Cage saw what was happening, and he threw his fists up in a boxing stance. He wasn’t fully ready to go again yet, but he was hoping it would buy him some time. The stalling technique seemed to work, as Alex took a single step back and threw an an wave, telling Marsh to get back into the center and fight him. Marshall nodded, and after some hesitation, felt fully replenished and charged. Marshall charged with a running forearm smash attempt, but Alex ducked it. LeBlanc turned around just in time to dodge another, and Cage went once more against the ropes. Rather than ducking an attack, Alex leapfrogged over it, but Marshall stopped running as soon as he could. Cage was quick enough to grab the leg of Alex on the way back down, and LeBlanc came back down with one foot on the ground and one held behind him in the hands of Marshall. This was it. Marshall was getting ready for his big play. The member of Meggido Co. tried to get Alex in some sort of ankle lock, but Alex showed that he was just as innovative and talented as he was back in his prime with a nice inverted dragon whip! The crowd was astonished as the kick connected to the side of Marshall’s head! Alex seems to have an answer for everything “The Aspiring Legend” has for him, and things aren’t looking up for Marshall as he looks up from the seated position he is in at One & Only.



(TBC: Alex. Really sorry about late reply! Just know that during the upcoming Holiday weekend I’ll be getting quicker posts up. Pretty much every day but tomorrow I’ll be able to respond fast!)
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I'm the last of a dying breed. Write it in the wet concrete. Let that shit set into the stone so that you don't forget the fact. I'm the last of the "real" ones. The "Last of the Bro-hicans". They don't make them like me anymore, kiddo.

While LeBlanc's inner thoughts have begun to sound and read like a vintage "Teddy Hart circa 2006" promo, there is truth in what he is thinking to himself as Marshall Cage lays before. He's one of the last from Old Guard still around, and much like the solider holding post at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, Alex is unwavering and unyielding. He keeps watch at the proverbial post without a hint of stopping because it's what he knows. It's what he does. Someone has to carry the flag. Someone has to show these youngbloods how to be a professional.

Still, Marshall Cage is in front of him having just taken a boot to the face and the momentum is on his side. It's a familiar spot, to be honest. So, like Mean Joe Greene reaching out to that kid who gives him a Coke, Alex extends a hand, grasps Marhsall by his wrist and pulls him up to his feet. A boot tot he gut later, Cage is bent over and Alex continues to work him over, driving the point of his elbow into Marshall's spine. Dropping the Comic Book Hero down to a kneel, Alex quickly wraps in a Side Headlock, cranking down with his forearms to keep Marshall honest, relegating him to the canvas.

Marshall digs deep and starts to dig his heel into the canvas, knowing that if he allows this to continue, he'll never get his offense off the ground, literally. For someone so dependent on speed, being on the mat is counterproductive. He works up enough momentum to work himself up to a vertical base and get his arms around LeBlanc's waist. He drives his legs forward and pushes LeBlanc into the ropes, jarring himself loose as they both rebound off the ropes. Cage rolls backward and springs to his feet, awaiting Alex to turn around. Alex turning, he walks right into a Dropkick from Cage that leaves him on the canvas!

The window opening just a crack, Marshall goes on the offensive, quickly stomping away at the chest of the former Undisputed Champion, driving the air out of his lungs. He leans down and pulls LeBlanc off the canvas, scrapping him off the mat. He grips onto his wrist to keep him close and with his free hand, he chops him across the chest as if he had done more than just read back issues of the Amazing Spiderman and instead had actual watched some old JCP/NWA tape. The sound explodes off LeBlanc's chest and echoes around the arena. Cage goes back to the well and hits another one, this one louder, before rocket-fire repeating the process and working the Canadian Wolf into the corner.

LeBlanc looking like a stomped bag of assholes, Cage is feeling it. He plays to the crowd the crowd asking for their reaction like a more-tolerable version of Will Ospreay. He does a little semi -circle to gain momentum and he gets on the proverbial bicycle and he rushes at LeBlanc in the corner and he hits him with a Flying Forearm! LeBlanc's head bounces off the turnbuckle, but his positioning keeps him upright, albeit dazed. Cage's confidence continues to grow and he looks at Alex, shaking his fist as the crowd roars. He hits the nearest perpendicular ropes and bounces off them with renewed piss and vigor and he hits Alex with another Flying Forearm! Alex jerks about like a car-crash victim, but he still remains upright, albeit his left leg giving out a bit, buckling underneath him.

Alex looks down at his leg and cringes a bit. His history is coming back to bite him in the ass and its inconvenient to say the least. He can only muster a sigh as he feels the twinge from the side of the right knee, but he doesn't have time to cry over spilled beer because Cage's ego is glowing on the other side of the ring like an Infinity Stone. Cage is delirious with his newfound fortune and he points at Alex, cocking his arm in mock-Superhero cape fashion and then charges at him once again. He leaps and goes to throw Double Knees into Alex's chest and neck, but as he flies through the air , LeBlanc rolls out of the way to his left! Marshall comes crashing into the turnbuckle and hangs himself up, groaning upon impact as he had hurt himself physically as much as he had injured his fragile ego.

Cage is hung up in the corner like the jury during the OJ Simpson trial. The reference might be as dated as LeBlanc's tenure as a TOP GUY, but much like The Revival, Alex is no flips, just fists. He pulls Cage away from the turnbuckle so he's laying horizontal from the turnbuckle, head now wrapped under Alex's bicep in a Side Headlock. Cage struggling to get free underneath him, LeBlanc takes his free arm and inverts himself, driving it down across Marshall's neck in a modified Lariat/Clothesline fashion, Nigel McGuinness smiling somewhere as the Tower of London has made an appearance in a PRW ring.

Cage writhing underneath him, LeBlanc reaches out to the bottom rope , and then the middle rope, pulling himself to his feet while he drags his right leg beneath him. Getting to a vertical base, he steps gingerly, trying to put weight under it as Cage rolls to his side, coughing and pursuing the same methodology to get himself vertical. Alex backs himself up into the corner, and crouches a bit, hand on his knee as Marshall struggles, pawing at the turnbuckle before finally pulling himself up against it. Drawing breath into his lungs, he's unaware that LeBlanc has him scouted and in his crosshairs.

Bad wheel be damned, Alex surges out of the corner, albeit with a slight hobble. Cocking that elbow, he explodes it into the side of Cage's head; LeBlanc's ode to Denis Potvin making Marshall look increasingly similar to Ulf Nilsson, even down to the way they crumpled to the ground.

Marshall falls instantly to the floor in the corner, his head bouncing off the turnbuckle. The Comic Book hero falling flat onto his back, Alex instinctively falls over him, knowing that he needs to take the opportunity as his own knee is burning. The referee sliding into position, Alex starts to count along with the capacity crowd.


1...


2...


NO!
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BRUNSWICK: CAGE KICKS OUT!

After fighting the urges to just keep still, Marshall was able to pop a shoulder up. The fans of the underdog stories all cheered for him as he remains on his side, with the body of Alex still over him. LeBlanc pushed himself up to his feet, in the process lightly shoving Marshall back down to the mat. Cage made his best attempt to crawl up, however he was at LeBlanc's feet, and Alex knew better than to let him rest. Immediately, LeBlanc raised his left leg and stomped on the back of Cage's head just once. It kept him grounded long enough for Alex to flip him over and walk down to his legs. He grabbed them both, and he was clearly looking for a Boston Crab or one of the many sister submissions to it.

Marshall knew that if his legs went down, it would be the end of the match. If Cage only had to rely on the strength and ability of his arms, he wouldn't be able to do it. Perhaps in his matches with Manik Mercer and Vincent Knight could he have lost use of his legs, but in order to win this one, he needed to be at 100%. Marshall's agility was his key to winning, despite it not being on display at the moment, and if it went down he could kiss his chances of being the recipient of Alex's torch goodbye. Fully aware that Alex was trying to weaken his legs, Marshall sat up in a frenzied state, throwing punches without aim. As a result of this, he missed his first two jabs, but the third strike perfectly landed in Alex's gut. Though it did hurt, the blow proved to be a useless gesture in stopping the Wolf. "Showtime" LeBlanc tried settling the squirming Marshall down with a stomp to the stomach, though here Marshall instinctively grabbed his foot! LeBlanc was holding himself up on his poor knee as his left ankle was latched onto by Cage, and the two struggled for control.

Meggido was outside gripping onto the bottom ropes, begging to whatever Gods or Deities or Karma that existed. Marshall needed to win this exchange. If he didn't, it was show over. All of the hype, all of the training, all of the blood and the sweat and the tears would have been for just another tally in Cage's L column.

Marshall had LeBlanc in what appeared to be some form of ankle lock, however with Alex still standing it was impossible for Marshall to fully get it in. LeBlanc on the other hand was trying to apply pressure downwards, trying to flatten a hole in Marshall. It was more to provide a distraction for Marshall, and as soon as Cage slipped up all it would take would be a stomp or a quick kick in order to keep him down long enough to get the submission hold locked in.

And they fought, and they fought, and they fought. To both men, it seemed that hours, perhaps even days had flew by as they focused on the moment. In reality, it had only been about half a minute until one of them was able to take a lead.

LeBlanc had shifted his strategy, seeing that Cage was able to push his leg high enough to still make progress in positioning his hands and applying pressure to the ankle. With one jerk, the Wolf raised his leg and got ready to stomp down, and he lowered his boot with ferocity. Marshall was defenseless, as his hands weren't sure where to go. There was an opening, and LeBlanc's Knight just moved in.

CHECKMA-


MARSHALL SWEEPS THE LEG OF LEBLANC!

Normally, the weak kick wouldn't be able to take someone down, Alex was throwing his all into his attempt at making Cage look like a cheerio. That, and Marshall had hit a sweet spot, unknowingly kicking at Alex's most vulnerable point. With a grunt, LeBlanc fell onto his ass, and this meant it was Marshall's time to shine. The Iron Fist Karate Kid rolled himself up, and felt the adrenaline rushing in. He wouldn't get many opportunities to strike, so he had to make the most of them all. With a quick bounce off the ropes, he came running in to hit a NICE twirling elbow drop! Cage somersaulted back to his feet and ran again, this time hitting a running shooting star press! Meggido rolled his arm on the outside, signaling for Marshall to keep up with the assault. He, unlike Cage, was aware of what was going on. If Cage kept up the quick pace, he would tire out LeBlanc or wear him down enough that Marsh would be able to finish things. Pinning Alex meant stopping, and even if it was for just a second, Marshall couldn't afford to stop.

Of course, Cage wasn't thinking, and from the splash he covered.

ONE!


TWO!


No!

Alex kicked out to the surprise of few. Marshall stood up right away, filled with all the energy in the world, though LeBlanc tried slowing him down already. The Can-American grabbed Marsh's foot as he pulled himself up, and Cage tried hitting him with a clubbing blow to the back of the head, but Alex swiftly dodged it! LeBlanc IMMEDIATELY grabbed the arm and turning his strike against him... He locked in a Fujiwara Armbar! He pulled Marshall down to the mat so quickly, already stopping whatever progress Marsh had made in winning. Marshall struggled to break free, and was able to slowly pull himself out to the ropes. Fortunately for him, he was positioned so that he could get an arm out to touch the ropes. The official came to break the hold, and Marshall was freed. Cage's arm didn't take much damage, though that wasn't the point of the move. The hold was meant to slow down the pacing once more, and it succeeded. LeBlanc stood at the center of the ring staring at Marshall, who was still pulling himself up, and it all went back to stage one.

Cage knew he needed to do something drastic. The feeling of the rope in his hands gave him flashbacks to the highlights of his career, and without thinking he launched. With a leap, he acted on muscle-memory as he felt himself springing off of the ropes, flying backwards through the air in a moonsault attack!

While Cage remained in the sky, Alex took a quick move in order to avoid being in the trajectory of Cage. The Comic-Con Kamikaze's body reacted, though. Marshall turned the moonsault attack into a backflip, landing on his feet and after catching his balance for a moment bounced off of the ropes. LeBlanc tried catching the speedster off guard with a surprise spinning elbow, but Marshall ducked under it and found himself springing off of the other ropes! He came trying to hit a nice jumping back elbow to the Wolf, but Alex saw the opportunity that opened up. With Cage's arms, extended away from his body, Alex was able to grab him in a quick Full-Nelson hold! Marshall landed on his feet, caught in Alex's attempt at the submission, but he wasn't willing to slow down. Marshall fought, moving his shoulders around until he could get his right arm to grab at the back of LeBlanc's head. Cage jumped up into the sky and came crashing down with a SNAPMARE! Alex rolled forward, but ended up landing in a seated position, and he tried slowing the fight down by tripping Marshall. Cage went down, plopping onto his back, but he swiftly kipped up, getting big cheers from the crowd. Alex made the same motion, tripping Cage once more, and Cage fell and kipped up once more! Alex tripped him another time, but just as Marsh was kicking himself to his feet, Alex stood up and grabbed him when he landed. He tried hitting Marshall with a nice Russian Legsweep, but Cage broke free and did a weird backflip/roll-behind-Alex's-shoulder, and he landed in a way to grab him in a back suplex position! Cage lifted LeBlanc up, but Alex wrapped his arm around Marshall's head and he squeezed his head in with a nice, stiff headlock. Cage had no choice but to lower LeBlanc, as the sudden pressure to the brain made him lose focus. LeBlanc tightened the headlock even more, and he was back in control of the fight.


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Alex continues to bear down on the Headlock and apply the pressure, grinding his forearms into the Comic Book Hero's massive peanut head. You can see his muscles tighten and veins bulge, and with every moment passing, Marshall is struggling more intensely. He's thrashing about and trying to dig his heels into the canvas to get leverage. Managing to get his legs underneath him, Cage wraps his arms around LeBlanc's waist once again. Digging down deep into his repertoire and showing the resolve and resilience that has made him such a viable threat to this point in his career, Marshall lifts LeBlanc off the canvas and tosses him backward with a Side Belly-to-Belly Suplex. The crowd roars as both men are down on the canvas, the split crowd cheering wildly as they try to get their respective hero to stir from their prone position center stage.

Both men reach for the sky, trying to get their bearings as the fuzziness of their vision clears as the overhead lights come into focus and the referees fingers cease to blur as he continues to count both men down. Both men starting to rustle and cavort on the canvas, Marshall pushes to his feet first, crouching. LeBlanc kneeling, Cage takes a page out of his opponent's book and he lifts the Canadian Wolf's head, exposing his chest to the world. Rearing back, Cage explodes into the former Undisputed Champion's chest with a Roundhouse. The sound resonates and elicits a reaction from the crowd as it reverberates across the arena. Cage re-positions, sets his feet and throws another massive Roundhouse and connects with just as much fury, standing LeBlanc straight-up from the force. Alex gripping at his chest, woken up from the stinging of kickpad leather against his flesh, has no choice but to look up at Cage.

Cage locks eyes with his opponent and he thinks back to Argentina, he thinks back to coming so close to beating LeBlanc the first time and he can feel the winds of change. He can feel the momentum finally starting to turn in his favor. He believes its in the cards, he believes its written in the stars. As such, Marshall looks down at Alex and screams at him, shouting at him.

Marshall: WHAT'S MY NAME!?

Alex just looks up at Cage, not responding, refusing to give Marshall the satisfaction. A rebel heart until his dying day, Alex shakes his head. Incensed, Cage slaps LeBlanc across the face, his confidence beginning to boil over into arrogance. Shouting at Alex again, Marshall demands that LeBlanc recite his name.

Marshall: SAY MY NAME, ALEX!

Alex eats the slap across the face and shakes it off. He pushes to his feet and Cage is throwing right and left hands, but Alex is blocking it with his elbows, as he works to a vertical base. Standing tall, LeBlanc responds with blows to the gut himself, uppercuts and hooks thrown that bend Cage over and rattle him momentarily. Alex hits the ropes and comes back with a headfull of speed, but recapturing his poise, Cage leapfrogs an onrushing Alex. The Canadian continue to barrel down and spring off the opposite ropes, Marshall takes off toward the ropes in front of him upon landing. Both men now sprung off the ropes and on-course to explode into each other in the middle of the ring, Marshall beats LeBlanc to the punch and takes him down with a Satellite Headscissors! Marhsall is feeling it and the crowd roars as Marshall takes off toward the corner and he crouches, waiting, scouting, urging LeBlanc to get to his feet!

LeBlanc stirring, he's starting to show his age and the weariness of battles from years past. He is slow to get up and much like opponents slain in his youth, LeBlanc is pulling himself off his knees when Cage charges out of the corner. A victim of his own creation, Alex eats a vicious Yakuza Kick that downs him, getting drilled in the jaw by Marshall Cage whose first instinct is to stand over Alex in a mix of disbelief and awe. The crowd is electric and Marshall is buzzing like a Miami Club kid who did ecstasy for the first time. He's believing, he's relishing the moment, and rather than pin, he looks down at Alex and decides to make the play for the big-time, decides to make this decisive once and for all.

Cage pulls Alex by the arms toward the center of the ring and positions him, then he looks out over the crowd. Taking a deep breath, Cage hits that superhero pose once again, the caped crusader pose before taking off toward the ropes. Like the summoned corpse of Ultimo Dragon's career, Marshall Cage plants his feet on the middle ropes and he springs backward, looking for yet another Asai Moonsault! He floats through the air, looking effortless, suave, and the picture of an aesthetically superior athlete. Sadly, his landing sucks and as he goes to come crashing down on LeBlanc, he's met with the drawn up knees of the former Undisputed Champion! Cage bounces off and curls up like a piece of roadkill and the crowd groans as suddenly the dirtiest player in the game has a window of opportunity once again!

Slithering like a snake in the grass, LeBlanc crawls to the corner and pulls himself up, dragging his leg behind him, looking like hell as that knee is barking at him to give up the gate, to let it go and to go home or either one of the myriad of beach houses on Long Island or in California; anything rather than continue onward with this destruction he has laid upon his body. Still, Alex is either the stupidest or most stubborn sonofabitch in PRW, because he comes out of the corner rears his knee back and explodes into the jaw/neck of Marshall Cage with the Doppler Effect, not hitting it flush, getting it about halfway before he falls to the floor in a heap, rolling off to the side.

In the past, this would have been it, Alex would fall over the young upstart and cover him, but the Canadian Wolf cannot capitalize. The knee is too ravaged, the leg too mangled. He backs himself up into the ropes, using his upper body strength and he pulls himself up via the middle rope and then the top rope, struggling as his chest heaves and Marshall is stirring and now pulling to his feet, a would-be finisher in the past now reduced to something that would have the same effect as a Shoot Piledriver.

Marshall now standing with his back to him, getting his bearings, its now-or-never. Alex stumbles off the ropes and grabs Marshall's head in a Side Headlock. Barely able to stand, and more out of necessity than planning, Alex swings his right knee out from underneath him and falls forward. In doing so, LeBlanc turns a detriment into a weapon; fashioning a flint into an arrowhead that will strike Cage dead. A hunter improvises and Alex has done just that, planting Cage with a Headlock Driver!

Cage crumples lifelessly alongside him and it takes LeBlanc all he can to turn him over. Laying on top of his opponent, Alex waits for the referee to slide into position and make the count.

[PINFALL ATTEMPT - HEADLOCK DRIVER ]
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The esteemed Russian referee watches with a cringe on his face as Alex LeBlanc drives young Marshall's head into the canvas like a man in the passenger seat taking hold of the wheel and driving the car into a post. It's not a pretty maneuver but it's effective in keeping the high flier grounded and Zabulon hikes his pants up waiting for Alex to secure the cover, going down to count as soon as he can....







One!









Two!










Threeee-NO!





Marshall Cage rolls his shoulder off the mat JUST before the final count! The fans erupt having thought the Hall of Famer had done enough to prove he "still has it," but Cage is going down that easy. They say that wisdom's a gift and Alex has wrestled the smarter match so far, but you can't trade it for youth and that faster recovery time is what might get Marshall past the biggest challenge of his life!


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Marshall's down. He's out. His head had been slammed to the mat, and he felt LeBlanc ramming his own self into Cage in order to push him to his back. Rather than listen with his ears, it seemed Cage's heart beat along with the referee's hands.

ONE!



TWO!


And just as the ref's hand slid down, Marshall's shoulder flung to the skies as his heart seemingly skipped a beat. It was not through some force of sheer willpower that Cage had overcome the odds of the weight and pushed through. Rather, the instincts of the younger wrestler kicked in, with the adrenaline pumping through his system in order to fuel such an escape.

Marshall stayed still on the mat. Sure, in that moment he could have pushed a small planet (perhaps Pluto?) off of his body. But that was then, and the pain came rushing back through his body. It flooded, the makeshift dam of endorphins failing as reality came back into play. Cage's entire body ached, with his head throbbing near the impact. Alex stays on the mat for a few seconds in disbelief. That should have done it. He had Cage down and out. He should have been finished.

Despite still being awe-struck, LeBlanc knew he had to get up. Alex understood that if he let Marshall get even a moment to spare, it could all be over. That was why Alex started to stir, getting to the ropes and pulling himself up slowly. LeBlanc turned to stare down the corpse of his opponent. That's what it seemed to be at this point: nothing more than the limp body of a formerly lively young man. If he didn't know any better, Alex would have sworn he killed the kid. Cage didn't give up though. He was persistent, either that or stubborn. That was one thing the two had in common. The Wolf just watched him, stalking him. Marsh had yet to move, though. With a soft kick that was more designed for insult than injury Alex tried forcing Marshall to get up. All it did was roll Cage over, and send one hand from his head to his stomach. Alex sent another kick, then another, and another! He didn't stop, and he shouted at Marshall to get up. He didn't expect the fight to be this easy, but here he was quite literally stomping all over his competition.

Alex, sick of what he was seeing, hunched down, ready to pull Marshall up. He wasn't playing around anymore, and if Cage couldn't compete, he'd take him down with another big Headlock Driver.

Just as he was, the instinct of Marshall jolted him to make a move once more. Make no mistake; it was not a planned roll-up. This was not Marshall 'playing possum'. This was Cage clinging with every fiber of his being to stay alive. As soon as he saw the chance to, Marshall sprung alive, grabbing him and pulling him to the mat in a Small Package Pin!


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Both men had their backs to the mat once more, and they lie with their heads less than a foot away after LeBlanc broke the pin. The Can-Am Killer pushed himself up to a sitting position, however the worst part of it all was that Marshall was springing alive too. Marsh Madness was moving around a bit on the ground, squirming back and forth. Just as Alex pushed off the mat and stood up, Cage came popping into the air with a kip-up! Marshall was going to make his comeback!

Marshall bounced against the ropes and rebounded with a full charge at the just-risen LeBlanc. Alex is able to duck under it, and Marshall stumbles across the opposite ropes. He comes back at Alex again, but this time LeBlanc grabs him in what looks like an attempt of a spinebuster of sorts, however on the rise Marshall lifts his knee up to crack Alex in the nose! This frees Marshall, who then bounces against the ropes once more while LeBlanc is holding his face. Cage is able to hit a nice running dropkick to the gut of LeBlanc, and Marshall swings his body in a 180 motion on the ground so that he can follow it up with a nice lifting palm strike to the face of the Wolf! Alex now stands tall, still holding his face, and Marshall gets back up and charges once more at LeBlanc!

This time, however, the Outlaw is quick to get to the ropes, and he clings to them as soon as Marshall gets close enough. This causes the official to come over and pull Cage away, though the Thor-Loving Tackler argued and tried pushing his way around the official at first. Eventually Marshall allowed himself to be pushed away, and this was when Alex struck. He carefully used the ropes to propel himself forward, and as soon as the referee was out of the way he NAILED Marshall with a forearm smash, causing spit to spray out of his mouth as he dropped to the mat in a heartbeat. Alex dropped to cover him in the same motion as the violent swinging of his arm.


ONE!




TWO!



TH-KICKOUT! ANOTHER KICKOUT BY MARSHALL!


Throughout this war, Marshall was losing his pieces left and right. However, he unintentionally was positioning himself in all of the right ways. While he had caused less casualties on Alex's side of the board, he had board control. Or at least, he was one big move of his queen and one offensive push from knocking down the king. He couldn't make that push if he was constantly in check, though. That's what was happening. Anytime he would throw a piece out to block a threat or move his king, Alex wouldn't let up. It was a smart strategy, and one that worked especially well on someone like Marshall.

Alex pushed himself up off of the body of his foe. Trying to figure out how to stay alive in the fight, Marshall looked to the one man he trusted more than himself: Jacob Meggido. Meggido, who was not his usual composed self, had been jumping and pounding the mat all night long. His hair was no longer gelled up as it was to start the night, and for the first time ever, Cage saw sweat beads roll down the exquisite's face. When he saw his client look at him, the Purple Suited Bastard only shouted one thing:

"GO FOR THE LEGS!"

A pang of fear entered LeBlanc's eyes as he felt Marshall's hands clawing at the back of his legs. Cage dug his nails into the back of Alex's calves, which came to a relief at the "Most Money Man in the Business". Alex attempted to break free before Marshall could find his weakness by attempting to quickly stomp on his head, and it worked. Marshall's arms fell to the mat, the stomp being enough to keep him down. Alex didn't back away, though. Instead, he went behind Cage and grabbed him, pulling him into a seated waistlock! Quickly, LeBlanc tried turning it into a Full-Nelson, however Cage was able to weasel his way forward after sneaking in a quick back elbow! Marshall somersaulted forward, rolling up to his feet. This was it.

This was Marshall pushing his Queen to the center of the board. He could attack from any angle now. He just had to make sure she was protected. The Marvel-ous Man took a moment to gain proper footing, then performed a nice back hand spring against the ropes, and came back to hit the still-seated LeBlanc with a nice spinning crossbody! Marshall didn't pin, rather he opted to roll off of his opponent's body and stand up. His second wind was coming in now, and with a quick raise of his hands, he felt the energy pulling in from the crowd. Collecting the hopes and excitement from all as though he were gathering a Spirit Bomb, he sucked it all in to power himself up. As soon as LeBlanc began to rise, Marshall came at him and started hitting him with a series of kicks to the back. It slowed the Legend, but it didn't stop him. With a sudden snap, LeBlanc turned and grabbed a kick attempt, keeping hold of Marshall's ankle. Trying to remain immobile so not to apply any additional torque to his own leg, Alex tried pulling it into his arms further so he could lock in a standing ankle lock, and Marshall spent some time trying to reach his arm back to rake the face of Alex in order to force him to release his hold, however Alex was JUST far enough away! Alex applied some pressure, and with a jerking twist had sent the top half of Cage down to the mat. Marshall used this to his advantage, though! Marshall wrapped his other leg around the head of Alex, and was able to pull his caught foot up as well! And.... HEAD SCISSORS WHIP! The rana sent Alex stumbling into the corner.

Marshall stood up, and he applied a bit of pressure to his foot to see if the ankle lock had caused any serious damage. It didn't. LeBlanc sent out a pawn as bait to stop the Queen, but it just didn't work. Now, as Cage stood up, he prepared his mistress to strike. Marshall extended his arm for a moment, but he didn't do the usual build-up to his signature move. He didn't have any time to waste. He charged.

Queen to B7

CHIDORI!-

NO!

Alex, in a quick act of self-defense, started up a STRONG elbow strike that nailed at the EXACT moment of the running gut-punch from Cage. Alex hunched over just as Cage fell back to the mat, and Alex's leaning soon turned to him just dropping forward to let himself cover Marshall. The Future of PRW was too busy playing aggressive that he left his King wide open.

Rook to A1, Check

The official came down for the pin. Was this really it?


ONE!


.....




TWO!


....

THRE-


Marshall with his foot on the ropes!

The crowd roared as the Underdog was still in this bout. He moved his King up a row. Alex had control as he picked himself off of the ground on the rush of needing to win alone and he began to hoist Cage up. He tried for a Scoop Slam, but just as he did, Marshall dropped down behind him. LeBlanc turned to face his foe...


SUPERMAN PUNCH! SUPERMAN PUNCH! SUPERMAN PUNCH!


CAGE FELL ON TOP!



ONE!




TWO!




THR-NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!


Showing he's got just as much heart as any young buck in the business, LeBlanc gets his shoulder up! The crowd goes wild, and Cage points up at the sky just for a moment before he makes his way to the apron. The scene looks very reminiscent of Argentina, and Cage takes the leap of faith just like he did on that night. However, just like Alex had done then too, LeBlanc stood up and quickly threw his leg up for a Superkick!

NO!

Marshall was expecting the kick and threw his hands up to block it! Alex stumbled as Marshall bounced off the ropes and went for another big Superman Punch!


NO!

ALEX LEBLANC CATCHES THE LUNGING MARSHALL WITH A SUPERKICK!


LeBlanc quickly covered his opponent, and all of the Underdogs in the audience looked on with fear as the official counted.


One.

Two.

And a thr-

Marshall stays alive!

Alex rolls off of Marshall and stares up for a moment before pulling himself up with the ropes. His knee is in a world of pain, but he's ignoring it so he can throw his entire arsenal at Marsh. He stands up and gets ready to kick Cage's head off with another superkick as soon as he stands.

Marshall rises...

The exchanging of pieces has been too much for Marshall to keep up with. He's losing everything he has, and even when attacking with his Queen he still couldn't pull off the W. Fortunately for him, he was able to avoid losing when LeBlanc pushed his own Queen forward. But now she had just moved again, and Marshall wasn't sure if there was a way out of it this time...

CAGE DUCKS UNDER THE SUPERKICK!

Cage's fans in the audience cheer their hearts out, but know it could be bittersweet. It's a scene that's all too familiar. Marshall now tries for a Superkick, but he doesn't nail it! He fails, and in the few seconds that Cage's leg is in the air, LeBlanc maneuvers his way in front of Marshall and looks ready for an STO! The same move the put him away in Argentina! Cage sees it coming though, and is able to hold his own against it. He pushes forward to avoid getting sent back...


But that was where it was shown that sometimes?

Sometimes experience beats out vigor.

Sometimes talent crushes youth.

Sometimes the vet beats the rookie.

Just as Marshall dove forward to stop the STO from connecting and Argentina from happening twice, it was revealed to everyone that it was a ploy. Using his own momentum against him, Alex turned the STO quickly into a reverse STO, sending Marshall crashing face first against the mat. That was it. He immediately rolled him over and pinned him.


One.


Marshall failed.




Two.



The torch would remain in Alex's hands. Maybe until he retired.



....


CAGE WITH A FOOT ON THE ROPES!

CAGE! SURVIVES! Marshall outlasted the same horror that he lived through in Argentina, with the exchange of finishers before being taken out by a single move. It almost happened here tonight, but he survived. There was no amount of planning that could have gone into Marshall's very anime-esq determination. It still plays a role in the match!



Alex stands up, exhausted. While he was tired and sore physically, mentally he was drained. Nothing he did was working. On the positive, nothing Marshall was doing worked either. They were at a stalemate, but not for long. LeBlanc could feel the end coming. He just needed to know how he could force the Fates to land this victory on his side. What could he possibly do to put this kid away?

Marshall started to rise, and Alex got a quick idea:

The move that almost put him away.

LeBlanc threw a hard kick in Marshall's direction, causing him to hunch over. LeBlanc almost fell from leaving his bad leg to balance on. He could only forget about the pain for so long, and it his mental bandages were starting to peal off. He knew he had to finish it, though, so he fought through the pain and hooked Marshall's arms... He was setting him up for the Fatality!

LeBlanc pulled him up into the air, and Marshall started to go up! Alex was going to connect the Underhook Piledriver!


But wait! Marshall was able to kick his legs enough to cause LeBlanc too much trouble. Alex had no choice but to lower Marshall. LeBlanc hits Cage with a few quick clubs to the back in order to hurt him so he can land the move... Wait! Wait! Marshall is squirming and frees his hands from the grasp! Had LeBlanc not been tired and had both competitors not had sweat-dripping arms, it may not have happened, but it did! Remembering Meggido's words of striking the legs, Cage brought both arms in, still hunched over, and they perfectly clobbered at the back of Alex's knees! Marshall accidentally struck the point he needed to, and Alex let out a shout. Now Cage stood up and kicked Alex in the gut. He stared at his foe for a moment, trying to figure out just what to hit him with to put him away.

Then it donned on him.

He grabbed Alex and hoisted him up....


FISHERMAN BUSTER!


THE HARD NOX! THE HARD NOX!


Marshall collapsed on his foe. This was it. This was his final move.


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