Twas the night before Christmas... Chaos that is..

[Blade]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a Wrestler was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the Wrestling Ring with care,
In hopes that Sir Blade soon would be there.

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Sunday August 14th 2011
APW presents Asylum
Nashville, Tennessee

Cyrus gets his shoulder up! Blade keeps up the pressure, maintaining control for the next several minutes until he has Cyrus down on the mat again. This time, Blade motions that he intends to finish things, climbing to the top rope, and jumping off, going for the RaZorBlade! Cyrus rolls out of the way, pulls Blade up, and gives him the Straight to Hell! He hooks both legs, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

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Sunday October 30th 2011
Residential Rehab Clinic
Cheshire, England



Ring… Ring…


Ring… Ring…


“Good afternoon, Cheshire Residential Rehab Clinic, Melanie speaking how can I help you today?” says the voice on the end of the phone.


“Hey. I need you to help me. I’m looking for a client of mine. The names Jackson Stead” says the voice on the other phone.


“I’m sorry, we don’t have anyone here by that name, is there anything else I can help you with?” asks Melanie as she begins to tap away on the keyboard in front of her.


“Nah, I’m Jackson Stead. I believe you have a client of mine staying with you, possibly under the name of Blade?” states Jackson as he seems frustrated with the receptionist. “Scratch that, damn what’s his name? Mutters Jackson under his breath. “Edwards. “Peter Edwards! That’s it.”


“I’m sorry sir. Even if I did have someone by that name here, I couldn’t share that information with you.” An abrupt Melanie states the fact.


“It’s all good baby, do you know who he is? Heh, do you know who I am?” says Jackson confidently. “All I need to know is if you have a good friend of mine staying with you. Last time he disappeared on me, he checked into rehab with you guys, All I need to know is if he is there now because I am partially worried, and I have a proposition for him.”


“Look sir, I already told you.” Melanie is starting to get angry with Jackson on the phone now. “Even if he was here, I couldn’t tell you. But just so you leave me alone; No, no one is here by that name, no one has been here under that name since April earlier this year. Now is there anything else?” Melanie poses the question leaving Jackson silent for a few seconds.


“Nah, it’s all good baby.” Responds Jackson


“Well then sir, thank you for your phone call; I bid you good day.” Melanie hangs the phone up on Jackson.

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Sunday 20th November 2011
Club Paradise
Toronto, Canada
Post Asylum


Smoke fills the air as the music and lights add to the atmosphere; girls are up dancing on the podiums while a few men sit there with their shots of whiskey and flash the occasional dollar at them. Towards the back of the club there is a corner that has been sectioned off with a velvet rope and is surrounded by a few bouncers.


Sat in the corner with his entourage is Blade fresh from his Asylum ‘return’ earlier in the evening, still donning his Santa outfit. The table is covered in empty shot glasses and near empty bottles of Jack Daniels; the atmosphere at the table feels good as a few girls are trying to entertain in order for them to put food on the table.


From across the room a faint voice can be heard. “How the hell did I know you were here?!”


Blade looks up and acknowledges it before returning to the bottom of the glass he holds in his hand, undeterred by the commotion.


The voice begins to get louder. “Don’t you ignore me, you realize I have been chasing you down for 4 months, the least you can do is speak to me now.” The man is stopped in his tracks by the bouncers. Blade looks over and re adjusts himself to get a better view.


“Damn, Jackson; have I not seen you in a while.” Blade rises from his seat and makes his way over to the bouncers tapping them on their shoulders. “It’s cool guys, he’s with me.” Blade turns his attention to Jackson. “I was wondering when you were going to show up; I could have done with you tonight actually, I rocked Chris Cyrus’s world on Asylum.”


“About time I caught up with you?” Jackson pauses. “I have been chasing you all over the damn world looking for you. I checked your brother’s place; I checked the Rehab clinics you have visited before…” Jackson is stopped mid-sentence.


“Rehab clinics?” questions Blade. “Shit I haven’t hit one of those up in months. I found there was no point; all they did was take the good shit out of your life and try and make you clean. You know I dint roll like that anymore.” Blade smirks as he finished speaking.


“Yeah well a phone call would have been nice. Any way, you could have let me know you were returning to Action Packed Wrestling, we could have span something in order to get you more money.” As Jackson mentions the money, Blades eyes begin to light up.


“I was never planning on returning; that was payback for Cyrus nothing more, nothing less. But now you mention the money, you have my ear.” Blade rubs his beard as he goads Jackson to explain further.


“Well…” Jackson pauses. “If you had been answering my phone calls, I actually had a lucrative contract for you to sign fighting all over Europe, but if APW is where you want to be, then I guess that could be arranged.” Jackson tries to motion his way past Blade towards the table and the girls.


“Whoa, wait one second dude.” Blade holds his arm out and stops Jackson in his tracks. "Where do you think you are going?!”.


“I’m going to join the party; it’s been way too long…” Jackson begins to shake his body almost as if he is dancing.


“Nah, Jacko.” Blade pauses. “I think you have a job to do, and what a better time to start it while the representatives from APW are in town.” Blade turns Jackson round and faces him towards the door. “You go and get me that contract. Oh and maybe keep it quiet that it was me that attacked Cyrus; we can probably spin that for my first big payout.”


Blade pushes Jackson in the back edging him towards the exit, he turns and heads back to the table and returns to his seat. Jackson looks over his shoulder with a look of disappointment in his face before he finally takes the step and exits the club.

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******APW.com NEWSFLASH******

Asylum get’s festive

Sunday 20th November saw a Raw Santa took to the ring and release his fury on Asylum’s own Chris Cyrus. He was unavailable to comment after the show, however rumors and an unofficial source state that the masked Santa was none other than former APW Wrestler Blade. More on this story as it unfolds.

- Phil

******APW.com NEWSFLASH******

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Saturday December 17th
Backstage @ Tacoma Dome
Tacoma, Washington



Somewhere in the back of the Tacoma Dome a media area has been set up for pre match interviews with the APW stars for the upcoming Christmas Chaos event. Sat around a table is Blade with his Road Agent, Jackson Stead. The conversation is flowing and Blade seems a little happier than usual.


“You are serious right?” questions Blade. “You seriously want me to sit down and conduct an interview with Phil of internet fame and take him seriously? The same Phil that blew my cover and leaked my return to APW all over the internet and revealed it was me that attacked Chris Cyrus on Asylum?” Blade laughs it off as it appears he has little or no respect for the man.


“Sure, I can’t see the harm in it” states Jackson


“This guy made it clear to the world I was returning, when I had no intention to do so.”


“Yeah, but he kind of helped rock the boat; and you couldn’t really back out could you? Backing out would have made you seem weak and we all know you couldn’t handle that.” Jackson puts a thought in Blade’s head as you can see he is taking it on board.


“But the dude can’t even turn up on time. He’s wasting my time and stopping me from helping a certain part of the economy right here in Tacoma.” Blade stops talking as he is distracted by an opening door in the background.


Bursting through the door knocking a chair over and nearly dropping a stack of papers on the floor is Phil, the APW.com reporter. He steadies himself and makes his way over towards Blade and Jackson.


“About time you turned up.” Blade shouts in Phil’s direction. “We were just about to leave, time is money.”


“Yeah sorry about that” blurts out Phil in a flustered state. “I got held up elsewhere, I’m a busy man at this time of year.”


“Yeah I bet you are. Let’s get this thing done so I can get out of here and socialize in Tacoma for one last night before I return to the ring.” Says a frustrated Blade


Phil positions himself next to Blade and Jackson in an empty seat and positions a recorder next to them and clicks play.


“So, Blade, welcome back to APW. It was a poorly kept rumor that you were back…” Phil is interrupted


“A poorly kept secret by you.” Interjects Blade;


“Well, according to Jackson, it wasn’t meant to be a secret; he was the one who told me to spread the word that you were back.” States a puzzled Phil. “Anyway, you seemed to handle yourself well in the pit with Chris Cyrus but he did get the upper hand on your right at the end, what do you have to say about that?”


“You kept me waiting just to ask about Cyrus sucker punching me in one of the most pointless segments in Asylum history?” asks an infuriated Blade. “Sure he managed to get a cheap shot in just to make the fans cheer; the same fans that turned their back on me when I was last here, so what am I to say to that? Well done Chris, you went one up on me, let’s see you try and do it again tomorrow night.”


“I take it that’s still a sore point.” Mutters Phil. “I can see the hunger in your eyes, but is APW really right for you? And why mount such a vicious attack on Chris? Surely if you wanted a rematch against him upon your return, all you would have had to do was ask?” questions Phil


“Are we here to talk about me, or Chris Cyrus?” directing a question at Phil. “It’s fine, Chris always has to get the spotlight right? This is merely a revenge mission to kick start my APW career again. I wouldn’t look at Cyrus twice if he was on fire. The man talks a good game, but recently he has been slipping. He is a former champion, yet he chooses to sit in the middle of the Asylum talent pool and rot. This man has no dreams or desires anymore, to say he is washed up would be an understatement.” Blade begins to chuckle to himself.


“Harsh words there…” Before Phil can continue Blade interrupts him again.


“Harsh isn’t the half of it.” Blade pauses. “Cyrus has got the better of me before, so why not make a statement upon my return and show everyone the desire and passion I have. I no longer have to do this for the fans; I am doing it for myself. Dressing up as Santa and giving him a beat down was one of the biggest rushes in my life; I realized that wrestling was the thing that was missing from my life; I need to add something to the women, booze and clubs; and f it means turning up once a week to put on a show and get paid, then that’s what I will do.”


Jackson tried to calm Blade down as he seems to be getting more frustrated with Phil and the situation.


“No Jacko, this is what’s important. I never had it my way before. I started as the rookie sensation and never lived up to that hype. I became one half of the greatest tag teams to ever grace APW and that still wasn’t enough.” Blade rises abruptly knocking his chair over. “This whole Chris Cyrus thing is getting to me now. I can’t put into words what will happen at Christmas Chaos, but I can say that this is the mark of a new era; a new Blade era. Cyrus will just be a pawn in my rise to the top. I threw away my chance to be at the top when I gave up hope at Test for the best. If I had cared back then, I would be where CJ gates is now, but unfortunately I am here giving stupid interviews to a man who doesn’t even have a second name, talking about a guy I couldn’t really care about.”


Blade reaches over and picks up his training bag.


“Cyrus will get what’s coming to him, and then people can start to worry because I will start making my way through all of the APW talent, and people will be wondering why they haven’t followed me before. They will wonder why this pent up aggression is coming out now; but that’s the beauty of it, I now have the fuel to ignite the fire inside me.” Blade points his finger out and Jackson and Phil.


“Mark my words; this is not the last you will see of Blade. Consider this interview over.”


Blade forces his way past Jackson and Phil and heads towards the exit before stopping in his tracks. Blade turns and faces them once more.


“Oh, and Merry Christmas…”


Blade turns once more and exits the room slamming the door shut behind him.