What is in a name?... o1/o2

[Blade]

"Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength."
Henry Ward Beecher

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What is in a name?


name [neym]

noun
1. a word or a combination of words by which a person, place, or thing, a body or class, or any object of thought is designated, called, or known.
2. a distinguished, famous, or great reputation; fame: to make a name for oneself.


We are given a name at birth to define who we are, a state of personality that stays with you for life. Peter, Derived from the Greek ‘Petros’ is merely translated into ‘Stone’ a solid state of mind and body, If only that were true.


A name shows off your personality, and although ‘Blade’ is only my stage name, it is what I have used and grown with to start laying the foundation of my legacy. For some people they are given their stage names purely based on how they look or the attitude they mirror, for me my name holds more memories than that.


For someone to come into the fold, a mere rookie in my eyes; needs to be put back in their place. It’s time for the mind games to stop, it’s time for fantasy to become reality and it is time for Yarmouth Blade to relinquish his name and stop trying to live on my shadow.


Become your own person


Create your own Legacy


Just quit trying to steal mine.

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Saturday October 19th 1991
Moss Side leisure center
Manchester, England


The leisure center is set up for the evening events where the World Association of Wrestling will be coming to Manchester. The sports hall is in darkness at the moment while the wrestlers are preparing for the night in the locker rooms.


Sat on a bench in the back a man sits having his wrist taped by a young male as he tries to wrap it wrong, the man laughs and corrects him.


“So are you looking forward to tonight then Pete?” speaks the man quite clearly


“Of course dad, you are going to kick his ass” replies the boy


The man smiles and replies “Remember what I told you about your language son.”


“I know dad…” the boy dips his head in shame. “But I am just so excited for you, you get to become a champion tonight.”


“Only if I beat him that is, Win or lose I will still put on a show…” The man smiles at the boy


“Yeah, ‘course you will, you’re my dad and you are the best in the world!” The boy begins to jump up and down showing his excitement. “When I grow up I want to be just like my daddy Steven ‘Raging Bull’ Edwards” The boy claims.


“And I am sure you will son, I’m sure you will…” The man pats his son on his head as he stands up from the bench and begins to loosen up.


The boy begins to throw punches left and right and he bounces up and down. “When I am a wrestler can I be called Raging Bull too?” questions the boy.


“Ha. That would be nice wouldn’t it, that way my legacy can live on.” The man smiles. “But Pete, you need to make your own history and live in your own shadow, don’t let anyone put you down, become a man and step into the ring knowing you have created your own history and can make your own future.”


The boy thinks for a minute. “What about Pete ‘Showtime’ Edwards” questions the boy.


“It has a ring to it, but you may want to think of something that can make you sound like a competitor, you want a name to stick in your opponents minds…” replies the man.


The boy looks like he has had his confidence knocked.


“Don’t be down Pete, I am sure you will think of something when you least expect it.”


“Yeah but, I want to think of something now Dad…”


The man looks around the room an notices the pair of scissors on the bench next to where he was taping his wrists. A light comes on behind his eyes as he kneels down to the boys level.


“How about Blade…”


“Blade?” The boy pauses. “I love it Dad…”


The boy reaches over and throws his arm around his dad’s neck and kisses him on the cheek. The man hugs him back and releases him before turning back to his locker and taking out a shirt.

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R.I.P
Steven “Raging Bull” Edwards
7th Feb 1961 – 8th July-2011

Some will say that it was the loss of my father that sent me over the edge, but truth be told I was always heading this way. You have to remember it was the fans who turned against me, and anyone who gets in my way now is just unlucky.


Sorry ‘bout your luck Yarmouth

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Thursday 19th January 2012
Bank Atlantic Center, Sunrise FL
Post Overdrive



After the chaos that erupted on Thursday Night Overdrive, Cindy Shannon is hanging around the backstage are trying to get word from any APW star that was involved. She turns as she hears a bang in the background, she spots Blade has just bursts through a door and is heading back to his locker room.


“Hey Blade… BLADE…” screams Cindy as she gathers a pace as she tried to catch up with him.


“Oh it’s you…” responds Blade as he turns realizing Cindy is the one who was calling his name.


“Yeah, who else do you think it would be?” Cindy pauses. “I am just trying to gain some insight into what exactly evolved out there at ring side?” Cindy questions Blade as she flicks her hair to one side.


“Heh…” Blade smirks. “I will tell you exactly what happened. I proved to the world that the NEW Blade era is in full swing and I showed my dominancy by not only defeating the CWC World champion, I also got one over on my former tag team partner and current APW Undisputed champion…”


“So what you are saying is that you have no interest in working as a team to rid the APW of the intruders from other promotions around the world?”


“Cindy, you should know me by now; if I am involved then I make it my business. What more did you and the people want to see? I singlehandedly did what Gates and Noble have failed to do and that is to pin Azrael Goeren. “ Blade pauses. “At the start of the night, no one thought that I should be in my second consecutive main event; no one thinks that I should be near any title because I am just not at that level just yet, but after what has just transpired do you really think I am going to go unnoticed anymore?”


“So you are trying to say that you are working against the APW talent pool?” questions a confused Cindy.


“I never said that…” Blade pauses. “I am here to get the job done. I helped clear the ring, but that is not part of my agenda, I am not a part of the Survive and Conquer match, so to me it doesn’t matter who wins or who beats the hell out of who, I came and I did my job tonight; not many others can say that…”


“And who are you aiming that at?” questions Cindy.


“Maybe it’s at you. Maybe it’s as your buddy Fake Blade. I caught your pre match interview with him and you seemed more than happy to push his buttons. I hope you are happy with the answer I gave him.” Blade motions to move away from Cindy as she reaches out and grabs him on the shoulder stopping him in his tracks.


“Oh, and in case you didn’t get it, I accept his stupid little challenge. The kid can’t gain any sort of momentum and with me in the form of my life, do you really think I would vie away from something this shallow? ? He has to remember who was here first and who the better man is clearly. Some will say that Zachary Rodell is the bench mark as to whether you will make it here in APW and Yarmouth clearly didn’t cut that grade…”


“You are sounding quite confident Blade; it’s nice to see you like this again. What if the unseen becomes reality and Yarmouth Bla…” Cindy is interrupted by Blade.


“I would prefer it if you didn’t use the same name as mine in the same sentence please, after all come Survive and Conquer he won’t be allowed to use the same name anymore. I feel sorry for the kid, if his agents has been a bit more original and come up with a clear cut gimmick for the guy, then he wouldn’t be in this predicament now would he?” Blade poses the question at Cindy as he smiles


“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, after all he does hold a victory over Brandy Boyer, a Victory that you were unable to capture…” Cindy throws the comment at blade with a hint of superiority.


“Oh I take it that’s how we are going to play it is it Cindy” Blade pauses. “You know that I like to play with my back to the wind, and this is no exception. We all know my loss to Brandy was down to a refereeing mistake, of which I heard the referee got apprehended for. Yarmouth is struggling to gain back to back victories here, and I wouldn’t bet against him losing next Sunday and then after we may see him ride off into the sunset because he is too ashamed to show his face in these neck of the woods again.


“I see where you are coming from Blade, but you must always be prepared to face the unexpected…”


“And what exactly is that Cindy?”


“You must have a doubt in your mind that Yarmouth could beat you?” questions Cindy.


“Doubtful.” Blade pauses. "The better man will prevail and the momentum I have at the moment will carry me through. Even if I was on the losing streak of my life, Yarmouth would still be second best. The kid has no chance of beating me and this Sunday will merely be a formality. Now if you don’t mind, I think I have some celebrating to continue…”


With that said, Blade turns his back on Cindy and heads back towards to locker room as the scene fades to static