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Holding Out For A Hero?
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Topic Started: Mar 11 2018, 02:17 PM (67 Views)
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SaviourSelf
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Mar 11 2018, 02:17 PM
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-And so we are sitting in Maple Leaf Gardens in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. It has been the sight of many glorious sporting nights; ones of great glory and victory. Tonight however, it is host to BCC member Ashton Masters and his "homecoming". Standing in the ring, you would think he would be happy to be home, but Masters is doing what any conquering hero would do: he's berating the fans and talk of false conquests.-
Masters, joined in progress: ... And you sheep, you people with your grubby little hands, your low-wages and your go-nothing jobs, you wait on baited breath for a hero, any hero, to walk into these arenas and to give purpose and meaning to your uneventful lives when the truth is? Your hero is DEAD! Myself, Allan and the boys, we HUNG his ass and left him to the gallows! We eliminated him, we ran him off to Parts Unkown and you will never see Alex LeBlanc or his merry band of rejects again!
-The crowd boos incessantly, beginning to throw trash and cups into the ring, but Masters absorbs it, happy to swallow their hate and regurgitate it back to them.-
Masters: Hate all you want, but all you do is fuel me! I'm so over, I'm above. I live for your tears and your disdain. Because the truth is that you can't eliminate the fact that Alex LeBlanc is gone. We hung him out to dry, and let him seep in his failures and his failures like the junkie that he is!
-As Masters continues to speak, the lights in the arena go dark as the crowd bustles, growing in anticipation. When they return, the crowd goes apeshit as Ashton Masters is laid out before them and standing over him with a microphone in his hand is Alex LeBlanc in a Toronto Raptors "City Edition" jersey, the black jersey with the trademark "NORTH" across the chest glittering in the arena lights. The crowd going insane, Alex stands in front of them glowering, his usual brown hair having been dyed platinum blonde as he looks more like Mr. Sinister than a former PRW Undisputed Champion. The crowd chanting his name, Alex slowly begins to speak.-
Alex: What a time... what a time to be alive.
-The crowd roars as Alex plants his foot on Masters neck, holding him down as Masters struggles underneath him.-
Alex: 30 hours... I sat in self-induced horror for 30 fucking hours. I stared at myself in the mirror for 30 hours and I let the mental torment and the physical anguish of the past few months wash over me for 30 hours. I detoxed and I let the poison drip out of my pores, out of my veins until I ordered those closest to me to burn my clothes, to burn my image and to erase what they knew because I couldn't bear the sight of the taste of the man who I looked and saw in the mirror anymore..
-Masters gripping Alex's foot, LeBlanc pushes down and holds Masters down a bit more firmly, grimacing as he holds him down, the crowd enraptured by Alex's return.-
Alex: All eyes were fixed on Ultimate 28, all eyes were fixed on this tournament, and you would think that would be enough for someone like Allan Proctor, for people like the BCC; you had built something that had engaged the general public and you had stolen the attention of those same fans you besmirch. Wouldn't you think that would be enough? Why escalate to such a degree?
But you took your filthy hands and you escalated to the point where you tried to take my life, where you tried to break me. You tried to hang me in front of my family, and you gloated like the sinners that you are. You claim to be the "Best Professional Wrestlers In The World", but while your resumes are devoid of stars or ratings, they are full of cowardice and bullshit.
-Alex leans down and stares into Ashton's eyes, fuming with his nostrils flaring.-
Alex: I have a book filled with dates, with cities and towns, with accomplishments and titles, and with the scalps that I have nailed to my wall. They are bigger, more impressive and of more value than your name will ever be. I'm not a hero once a month, I'm a hero every fucking day in every fucking town I walk into because I have proven it time and time again, but you have broken me, you have pulled the darkness out of me, and from what was once a hero is born the most sinister sonofabitch you've ever known. You partners aren't here, your "Master" isn't here to save you, but I'm going to let you live so you can deliver a message...
-Alex takes his boot and he digs the point into Masters trachea, causing him to choke, and gasp for air. LeBlanc knows EXACTLY how much time he has left before this goes too far, but he's going to hold on until the last possible minute as the crowd is bloodthirsty and officials are staring at him, begging him to pull off.-
Alex, screaming at Masters: Perception is no longer reality, child. Reality ...is Reality. And the reality is that I'm coming for each and every one of you, one at a time. You're all going to suffer and you're little "hanging" is going to look "soft" compared to what I do to each one of you.
I'm the HERO in this story, but I'm going to look like the world's worst VILLAIN when all this is sad and done.
...The blood stays on the blade.
-With that, Alex spikes the microphone directly off Masters forehead before walking off and leaving through the crowd. -
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