Jackman Bless Us All

[LJ Summers]

A Quick Proposal
FGA Five Year Anniversary RP

***OFF - SCREEN***

The scene opens up on a shot of Fox news. As the camera pans back a little, we see that its being shown on a TV Screen, and the image is one of Megyn Kelly, her face one of defeat and disbelief. Unable to believe she actually has to utter the words she’s about to.

"And with seventy percent of the country reporting in, we….we can now call it officially. The forty fifth president of the United States…...is Donald Trump."

A loud click is heard, the TV being shut off and the camera pans around to see LJ Summers sitting on his sofa, a beer in hand and a stunned look on his face. He just stares at the TV for a long moment and then lets out a loud curse.

"FUCK!"

The loud yell is quickly followed by hurried feet, and from the side room in steps Skyla LaLo. The Tattooed Princess takes a look at LJ and then over to the turned off TV and back again.

"What.. What happened?"

Skyla looks back and forth between LJ and the TV once more before settling on LJ, her face a look of confusion. LJ put his beer on the coffee table and turned to face Skyla.

"He won. Trump fucking won. Practically a landslide."

Skyla’s face changed from confusion to shock.

"What? No, you are lying American’s are not that stupid… Please tell me you are lying?"

"Nope. American’s really are that stupid."

LJ reaches up to run his hands through his hair and then climbs to his feet, turning towards Skyla and stepping forwards. Reaching out to take her hand with a sigh.

"Present company excluded, of course."

Skyla uses her free hand to push her hair from her eyes. She then looks at LJ and sighs a little in annoyance.

"I thought for sure Hillary would have won, this is so fucked up. Why are we that dumb to allow him in our White House? No one is going to be safe now."

Skyla then moves closer to LJ, the look of shock long gone now replaced with slight annoyance. LJ slips his arms around her, hugging Skyla tightly and sighing.

"Especially not immigrants. You think if I start packing now, I’ll beat the Trump Police?"

Skyla pulls back a little and opens her eyes wide up at LJ.

"No, you can’t leave. You can’t leave me here. There must be something else other than leaving we can do?"

LJ sighs and gives a small half shrug, leaning down to kiss Skyla softly, Sighing gently, he reached up and ran a hand through his hair as he shook his head.

"I don’t know. Trump’s been so vocal about making america just for Americans again. Pretty sure people here on Visa’s will be on his shit list. Only way I’d get to stay is if I became an American Citizen, but I’m years away from Nationalisation."

Skyla looks up at LJ before wrapping her hands around his neck hugging him a little, before pulling back some and looking back up at him.

"There must be other ways… I mean there must be more ways of becoming an American Citizen than just Nationalisation."

Skyla screws her face up a little in thought before and idea popped in her head. To which she then smiled up at LJ.

"I know. I have known people to do it many times, would be very fast moving but still I am not losing you. No I can’t have you leave. Plus you are practically my world anyway so it isn’t moving that fast…"

Skyla speaks fast trying to rationalise her idea to herself.

"There is one way and I know you’ll probably think it’s a crazy idea but… Marry me, that way you can stay. Yes it is a few years early but still I can’t lose you."

Skyla looks up at LJ with a somewhat puppy dog look.LJ stared at her in shock, watching Skyla’s face as she spoke, and then seeing her eyes. LJ started to shake his head, gulping slightly at the look in her eyes.

"Skyla, I….I can’t…..you deserve better…..you deserve a big church wedding…..not some quick Vegas job just to keep me around."

Skyla smiles through her puppy eyes and shakes her head a little.

"I don’t need a big church wedding, plus other than your family none of mine would show. I love you and I can’t lose the only person to see me when I am invisible to the world. Yes it is a crazy idea but we love each other and I don’t mind how we do it, as long as I get to be by your side."

With her puppy dog eyes still evident, Skyla moves her hands to hold his looking up at LJ with intent. The puppy eyes drop for a few moments.

"Lucas…"

Skyla smiles brightly up at LJ.

"Will you marry me? Will you spend the rest of your life by my side as my beautiful warrior?"

The moment she finishes asking LJ, her puppy dog look returns to her eyes. LJ stares into those big beautiful eyes and then he can’t help shaking his head, a massive grin on his face as he stares at her.

"You….Skyla, you are insane. Okay? Absolutely fucking insane. This……we shouldn’t…."

LJ looks away with a sigh and closes his head, but then his hands squeeze at hers and he looks towards her smiling, letting out a long resigned sigh.

"But yes. Yes I will marry you. You completely crazy bonkers woman. I Love You so much, Skyla. My beautiful Tattooed Princess. I can think of no better a life, then with you by my side."

Skyla smiles so brightly before letting go of his hands and wrapping her hands around LJ’s neck. She doesn’t waste any time before kissing her now fiance. Speaking a little in between kisses.

"May be crazy but I am the right side of crazy"

Skyla then giggles into the kisses she still continues to give LJ. LJ picks her up, the slender blonde’s legs wrapping around his waist and he laughs a little as he kisses her back.

"You are /my/ kind of crazy. Shall we go celebrate our engagement, Fiance?"

Skyla just nods and the two share a kiss, LJ carrying her off towards the bedroom as the scene fades out…..

***ON - SCREEN***

The scene opens up on a rather simple shot. It’s a locker room within Boardwalk Hall. Sitting on a bench in front of a row of lockers is LJ Summers. His Australian Flag cape draped around his shoulders, elbows resting on his knees, looking down at the ground with a sigh.

"What a time to be alive."

A sigh escapes the Oceanic Suplex Machine and after a few moments he looks back up at the camera, head tilted slightly as he stares into the lens and shakes his head.

"I….I didn’t believe this was possible. Didn’t think that even America could be this stupid. So I never let myself worry. Just kept telling myself everything would be fine. And watched as you fuckers went and voted the walking talking Chaos button into the Oval Office. A man whose signature move is You’re Fired now controls the Nuclear Weapons. Way to fucking go, America."

LJ shakes his head again and then suddenly pushes up, standing up tall, arms crossed in front of him as he stares into the camera.

"But enough about that bullshit. Whats happened has happened. I’m more focused on the present. I’m more focused on the Fifth Year Anniversary! Right here in Boardwalk Hall! And a scene where I face none other then Jaxson Blade. Jaxson, I can’t genuinely say I hate you. You’re just a little boy getting ready to try and swim with the men. Got your kicks, your strikes, and you think thats all you’re going to need. And in some ways, I could respect you for that. Cause you know you won’t be the biggest dude in the fight, but you raise your hands anyway. Last week….you took out the man mountain that is Armageddon. Oh man, you gotta be flying high after that one. Gotta have a whole lot of belief in yourself. Gotta have a whole lot of confidence. So maybe your looking to ride that momentum. Take yourself down another big man. And it’s not a bad thought, Blade, but there’s just one problem….."

"I’m not Armageddon. I’m not a fuck up. I’m not a failure. Ever since I stepped through those doors, I’ve been tossing my opponents around like they were whores and I was a sailor on a weekend pass. And this week, you won’t be any different. Sure you might be gutsier. You might have more fight in you. You might be willing to give it all you got. But the end result will stay the same. When that final bell rings, you’ll be staring at the lights, looking at all the pretty birdies, and realising you never had a chance to begin with. All you are this week, Jaxson, is another message. Another example of how good I am. Another sign of how much danger FGA is in. I am the best big man on the FGA roster, and as you’re going to learn this week, sometimes Might, really does, make right."

"So lace up those boots Blade. Pray to whatever God you believe in, mine is Hugh Jackman, and then walk down that ramp and bring me everything you have. I won’t accept a lackluster effort. Won’t accept you doing anything less then your best. Because when I beat you, and it is a /when/, I want you to be able to look at me and realise I really am the better man. And while the rest of the world gets ready for the destruction and the mayhem of a Trump Presidency. While America tears itself apart at the seams, there is one certainty in this world. One absolute Jackman-blessed Certainty. And that's, that this week Blade, it’s your turn to realise that in FGA…..its SUMMER TIME!"