Post by Nick Watson on Apr 25, 2012 20:52:18 GMT -4
*Nick's Crumby Apartment, Four Days Ago*
It had been four days since Nick lost his match to Blade and Terry Marvin and he looked no better than when he had lost it. The skin under his right eye remained swelled and the face that had once made the ladies scream in pleasure now looked like it had been beaten with several sticks by some misguided children. He let out a groan and felts his face. He had never felt more pain in his life, scratch that, he had felt more when he had received that mid-section injury in APW-C. He felt his chest and growled as his fingers passed over a rather largely sized bruise that still stung like a mother.
Nick: Jesus! So much pain! Feels like a damn steam roller has just rolled over my damn stomach!
A loud rapping at his door made him glance around the corner of a divider from the living room to look at the front door to his crumby apartment. He didn't know who would be knocking at his door at this hour either. He glanced at the clock on the cable box, just to make sure he wasn't wrong about the hour, and the numbers of 10:48 eased his mind a great deal. He let out a sigh and with a grunt he would get out of the place he had been sitting and make his way toward the door. Another load of rapping made him move a bit faster, stopping in front of the door, he straightened his shirt, and then brushed his hair back, making sure to look as good as he could before opening the door to see who was on the other side. He opened the door with a grin, only to find the old recruiter who had signed him to his first APW deal not too long ago. He couldn't remember his name, but he knew that he had met him before.
Nick: Hi...guy...
Dayle: It's Dayle...young ones these days. Can't even remember the names of their colleagues.
Dayle made his way inside without asking and Nick watched him walk into the living room without uttering a single word. When Dayle had disappeared inside Nick would utter under his breath.
Nick: Come on in...don't mind that it is almost eleven or anything...
Dayle would shout from the living room.
Dayle: Did you say something?
Nick was surprised at the old timers hearing and spoke back in reply.
Nothing....*whispering* Jeeze, he has sensitive hearing for his age.
Nick made his way into the living room to find Dayle standing in the center of the room, looking at his old furniture as if they were covered by the plague. Nick raised an eyebrow and made a gesture as he pointed at the seats around the room signifying that the old man could sit.
Nick: You can sit, you do know that right?
Dayle: And risk getting sick from some rare disease from your unclean furniture? No, I think I will pass.
Nick: Hey now! It's not that dirty!
Dayle looked at Nick for a solid second before Nick finally cracked underneath the scrutinizing gaze of his older guest.
Nick: Alright! Maybe my apartment could use a little cleaning. Why are you here anyway? I'm sure it wasn't to comment on my home's decoration that is for sure.
Dayle: Well....APW has called my office earlier in the week. They have given me an order to give you a new contract...a contract that we in development call a "show contract".
Nick: What the hell does that mean?
Dayle: It means that APW is interested in your product and that they want to air your shows on other television networks to expand your audience outside of just the normal audience. For why they want you...I still don't have a clue. Maybe they see something that I don't or some jazz like that.
Nick's eyes went wide and his mouth went slack. APW was interested in his product and now they wanted to have his videos on other channels! His mind was abuzz with different ideas and he was beginning to feel light headed when Dayle brought him back to the real world.
Dayle: This is all pending on if your pilot episode sells well...of course.
Nick: Pilot episode? What exactly does that mean?
Dayle would bring his hand to his face and then begin to speak from under it while sliding it down.
Dayle: You young people don't know anything do you?
Nick looked at Dayle in ignorance and the more experienced Dayle let a sigh escaped his lips and then began to follow up his own question.
Dayle: The first episode that is aired will be a test episode or a pilot episode as they are called in show business. If the crowd likes the episode then you will receive a lucrative contract with a large signing bonus.
Nick: How lucrative are we talking here?
Dayle looked around Nick's crappy apartment and then nodded his head.
Nick: Enough to move out of this dump of an apartment and into a much nicer living space, I'll tell you that kid.
Nick: So...how do we start?
Dayle: You start now. As far as I'm concerned....I'm going home before my care is vandalized...again.
Nick: I'm sure they apologized. At least that is what they told me.
Dayle: If you count a letter of an apology as an apology. It still doesn't fix my car.
Nick: I'm really sorry then...if I had known it would have happened...
Dayle: Kid...I got over it a long time ago. You should let it go too. Anyway, I got to run.
Dayle didn't even wait for Nick to reply as he ran out as though he would catch a disease from standing around in his apartment for any longer. Nick did a jump for joy once Dayle had left and then let out a pretty epic "woohoo!" to put the emphasis on how estatic he was. It was then that he heard an "Ahem." from behind him causing him to turn. There, standing in pajama pants and a tank top was Pence Weatherlight.
Pence: You know...if you have that much energy I can increase the amount of training we have been doing.
Nick was too happy to allow the presence of his mentor, Pence, to interfere with his happiness. He had Pence living with him at the moment for a few reasons: He was currently on the move a lot, it was much more convenient to train around his home, and for financial reasons since he didn't have much money to throw around.
Pence: So...what is going on?
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*Thirty Minutes Later*
Pence: So they want to give you this...show contract?
Nick: Yeah. Isn't it awesome?
Pence and Nick had been talking about it for the last thirty minutes and Pence still didn't understand why the contract was coming so soon. Nick had not accomplished much, but maybe Jeff was beginning to put some faith into his young protege after last Overdrive's little bump.
Pence: You should definitely take the deal and run with it. I'm sure it will be great for your career...how much there is going to be added pressure put on you to succeed for now on. Contracts like this are amazing and you going to have to try extremely hard to keep it.
Nick: Yeah, I understand...I'm going to have to give my all every week then!
Pence: Yeah and lets hope a repeat of what happened last Overdrive never happens again!
Nick paused and then remembered he still had a video to cut before he went to bed. So after a short whispering session with Pence, Pence would dim the lights, and sit down in a chair as Nick stood up and begin to walk around the room.
The Sensational One: Alright, last week...wasn't fun at all. I got kicked around the ring, I got banged up, and above all else I was swindled out of an opportunity to prove something to the APW universe! And if there is one thing that the Sensational One does not like is a missed opportunity to prove himself to his fans and to the upper management who watch the matches.
Nick looks over at Pence, who leans back in the chair he is sitting in, and nods his head in complete agreement. Pence speaks up quickly and closes his eyes as he does so, giving off an air of wisdom
Pence: Lets not even talk about the injuries one can receive from such a match. I mean look at me! My arm is more than likely never going to function properly again.
Nick nods his head in agreement and then continues to speak, pacing in a way that gives off a sense of deep thought.
The Sensational One: Yes, the chances for injuries in a match, such as the one last week, are quite high, and to be fair I'm lucky to even be walking around this week let alone wrestling in a match that is getting nearer and nearer to being a Main Event match. Yet, here I am. Mind you I'm banged up and I have a few nicks and cuts, but that's nothing to be concerned with. Its not going to stop the Sensational One from fighting this Thursday....and getting a little pay back in the process!
Nick looks at the camera and gives grin that could light up a small room as he kneels down on the ground and begins to speak.
The Sensational One: I don't know if it is some sick twist of fate that me and Blade meet up again like this after the man handling last week, but I assure you I'm not going to let this twist of fate pass me by. You see, I'm an opportunist, I look for the opportunities to be splayed out in front of me, and then I take advantage of them. That is just who the Sensational One is and I don't think that will ever change...however, the Sensational One is going to have a tough task ahead of him. You see, I have to plan things out in a much more detailed manner this week. Who knows if the Sindicate won't want another piece of the action or if Blade is going to actually man the hell up and fight me fair. You see the variables are all over the place and the Sensational One doesn't even know where to begin.
Pence gets off the chair and taps Nick on the shoulder, causing him to jump, and look at Pence in a confused manner.
Pence: Is this how you talk to the people? In a third person sort of way?
Nick nods his head and Pence face palms, this causes The Sensational One to raise an eyebrow in even more confusion.
The Sensational One: Listen, its just my thing, alright?
Pence: Its kind of stupid...
The Sensational One: I...can I just finish what I started please?
Pence: Be my guest, Sensational One.
Pence walks back to the chair he was sitting in and sits down with a thud. Nick glares at Pence for a bit and then shakes his head, emitting a sigh before continuing on.
The Sensational One: As the Sensational...I was saying.
Pence's snicker can be heard in the background and Nick shoots him an accusing glare before turning back to the camera to speak.
The Sensational One: As I was saying...there are vairiables that I just can't prepare for you know? I can't just plop down in a chair and predict the future or how this match will play out and it bugs me a quite a deal. You see, last week I wanted a match, not a roadside beating, or a massacre thanks to the referee's biased outlook on our match, Blade. I wanted competition, I wanted to show the world just how fun it is to be athletes like us, and just how much both of us have to offer in terms of the talent level of APW in general. But...alas that couldn't happen. I don't know if it was pre-planned thing between you and Marvin, but it could have been and if it was then I feel a great deal of shame for looking up to you at one point of my career. I mean...look at you! You had it all, dude! You were on top of the food chain, won championships, and earned your pay check each and every single night with your blood, sweat, and tears. Nothing is more fulfilling than winning a match when you have put it all on the line, is it?
I didn't think a guy like you would resort to under-handed tactics...not Blade, oh no. I thought for a second that I could have a fair match with you, that I could compete in a match that would test my skills, and push me to my limitations. All I got, however, was a ridiculously one sided match where the referee at every turn would try to cost our team the victory, and the worst part of all that was...you. You just let it happen, forget the rules, forget the tests of talent, and skill, you sat by and let it happen.
Nick shakes his head in utter amazement and disappointment before continuing on, clearly upset.
The Sensational One: I'm not saying that it would have been an easy match even if the ref hadn't decided to side with you guys, but at least then there was a chance for a win. At least then it would have been entertaining even if we had lost fair, but what was given in return was a one sided fist fight, and you...you just joined in. It was ridiculous and to me it proved a lot more than just the stuff I thought about you already...it proved you just don't have that all mystifying "it" anymore. That "it" that makes champions out of athletes and legends out of champions. Why else would you need an unfair advantage? Why else would you need to sink as low as to accept help from an organization like the Sindicate? I know you aren't the good guy that you once were, but I had hoped there would have been a bit of common decency in you to at least have said "no" and walked away.
To think that I had respected you in the least is just a ridiculous notion now. If I was you, I would be ashamed, but you know what? I'm not you and you know what else? I bet you celebrated. I bet you rejoiced as if you had accomplished something, but you know what you really accomplished? Nothing. You are still at square one, Blade. You are no where nearer to claiming an APW championship again. You are no where close to getting pay back on Marvin or close to even gaining any respect from any of the new blood. The only thing you are closer to is a new time low and a contract with Sindicate that will, in the end, not only cost you your soul, but your well being as well. But I don't think that matters anyway...you have no fighter's spirit anyway. Your soul or what you refer to as a soul is nothing more than a vibrant illusion created by your mind to protect your psyche from its inevitable collapse. Its sad, but you know what...nothing could be more true or spot on.
Nick stands up and looks at his knee which is covered with some kind of dust. Nick made a mental note to not only clean up the house before he had more visitors, after all, he was going to be having a reality television crew following him around now. Nick shook his head, bringing his mind back to the present, and then dusted off his knee before continuing to speak as he stared dead into the center of the camera.
The Sensational One: It really is sad how the mighty have fallen. A while ago you were at the top of the food chain...you got to head line Rasslemania, an honor, and now...only a few short weeks later...you are receiving help from one of the most despicable organizations that has ever walked around the APW. But I'm sure there is a logical explanation? Pence, do you think there is a logical explanation for Blade's sudden change from high tier talent to his current begging for help mentality?
Pence doesn't even blink as he gives his response to the question.
Pence: Fear.
Nick, though puzzled at first, nods his head in agreement as it begins to make sense, and then continues on.
The Sensational One: Fear. Pence is many things...one of which is he can judge the character of those around him and when he says something like that...well surely it has to be quite true. I know what fear is like. I was sidelined for six months with a bad injury...I thought that it was over for me and that there was no chance that I could possibly come back from it. However, through hard work, and effort I got back into the game, and shortly after...I received the honor of being able to return to professional wrestling, and then even more honor for being allowed to join the APW that I had watched growing up! Its alright to be afraid...I know you more than likely have felt it, the waning of your actual total talent, and the sight of other people getting championships and climbing the mountain to the top. Yet, here you are still...sure you got the opportunity, but in your mind you are still slumming it even though you believe you have the talent, but lets be honest here...you have been in the game a long time.
A lot of athletes go through a phase in their career where they reach the twilight of their career and the final hours of their true megastardom. You see, its not your fault...honestly it isn't! It is the fault of your age is all. Sure, age doesn't mean a thing sometimes, but sometimes you just get weaker instead of stronger, and soon no matter how much experience you have won't matter in the least! I'm sorry to say that this might be the situation with you. You see...last Overdrive you needed the help...you needed the Sindicate's intervention because without it...well who knows what would have happened?
Nick pauses for a second before continuing.
The Sensational One: I have a thought as to what may have occured...I think some where in your mind you subconsciously thought that without this help I would have won. I don't blame you for that...I don't blame you for having doubts or fears, every man has them. It is how he reacts to those things that seperate the boys from the men and it is sad to say that you were nothing more than a boy this time around. So this week...I get you again...and this time I will be more prepared to beat you. You see...you have to crawl to learn how to walk, to walk to learn how to run, and the same can be said about wrestling as well! You need to learn to lose to win and you need to learn to win to become a champion. Sure, last week I was the one who lost the match, I will fault myself for that because I was on the losing end of that stick, but this week...things will be different. And that is because a man like me learns from his mistakes and learns to be better through his failings. So, I would recommend you get ready for a hard match, because this Thursday...on Overdrive....I'm going to show you what I'm really made of.
And that is because I'm the Sensational One and no matter how many times you try to crush me I will keep coming at you until I win! So, I will say good luck to you Blade, because you...are going to need it.
Nick turns to look at Pence and as the feed is about to cut, Nick utters.
Nick: How was that?
Pence: Could be worse...
The scene fades on Nick's face looking quite a bit unhappy about that statement.
*END OF THE REAL EPISODE 1*
It had been four days since Nick lost his match to Blade and Terry Marvin and he looked no better than when he had lost it. The skin under his right eye remained swelled and the face that had once made the ladies scream in pleasure now looked like it had been beaten with several sticks by some misguided children. He let out a groan and felts his face. He had never felt more pain in his life, scratch that, he had felt more when he had received that mid-section injury in APW-C. He felt his chest and growled as his fingers passed over a rather largely sized bruise that still stung like a mother.
Nick: Jesus! So much pain! Feels like a damn steam roller has just rolled over my damn stomach!
A loud rapping at his door made him glance around the corner of a divider from the living room to look at the front door to his crumby apartment. He didn't know who would be knocking at his door at this hour either. He glanced at the clock on the cable box, just to make sure he wasn't wrong about the hour, and the numbers of 10:48 eased his mind a great deal. He let out a sigh and with a grunt he would get out of the place he had been sitting and make his way toward the door. Another load of rapping made him move a bit faster, stopping in front of the door, he straightened his shirt, and then brushed his hair back, making sure to look as good as he could before opening the door to see who was on the other side. He opened the door with a grin, only to find the old recruiter who had signed him to his first APW deal not too long ago. He couldn't remember his name, but he knew that he had met him before.
Nick: Hi...guy...
Dayle: It's Dayle...young ones these days. Can't even remember the names of their colleagues.
Dayle made his way inside without asking and Nick watched him walk into the living room without uttering a single word. When Dayle had disappeared inside Nick would utter under his breath.
Nick: Come on in...don't mind that it is almost eleven or anything...
Dayle would shout from the living room.
Dayle: Did you say something?
Nick was surprised at the old timers hearing and spoke back in reply.
Nothing....*whispering* Jeeze, he has sensitive hearing for his age.
Nick made his way into the living room to find Dayle standing in the center of the room, looking at his old furniture as if they were covered by the plague. Nick raised an eyebrow and made a gesture as he pointed at the seats around the room signifying that the old man could sit.
Nick: You can sit, you do know that right?
Dayle: And risk getting sick from some rare disease from your unclean furniture? No, I think I will pass.
Nick: Hey now! It's not that dirty!
Dayle looked at Nick for a solid second before Nick finally cracked underneath the scrutinizing gaze of his older guest.
Nick: Alright! Maybe my apartment could use a little cleaning. Why are you here anyway? I'm sure it wasn't to comment on my home's decoration that is for sure.
Dayle: Well....APW has called my office earlier in the week. They have given me an order to give you a new contract...a contract that we in development call a "show contract".
Nick: What the hell does that mean?
Dayle: It means that APW is interested in your product and that they want to air your shows on other television networks to expand your audience outside of just the normal audience. For why they want you...I still don't have a clue. Maybe they see something that I don't or some jazz like that.
Nick's eyes went wide and his mouth went slack. APW was interested in his product and now they wanted to have his videos on other channels! His mind was abuzz with different ideas and he was beginning to feel light headed when Dayle brought him back to the real world.
Dayle: This is all pending on if your pilot episode sells well...of course.
Nick: Pilot episode? What exactly does that mean?
Dayle would bring his hand to his face and then begin to speak from under it while sliding it down.
Dayle: You young people don't know anything do you?
Nick looked at Dayle in ignorance and the more experienced Dayle let a sigh escaped his lips and then began to follow up his own question.
Dayle: The first episode that is aired will be a test episode or a pilot episode as they are called in show business. If the crowd likes the episode then you will receive a lucrative contract with a large signing bonus.
Nick: How lucrative are we talking here?
Dayle looked around Nick's crappy apartment and then nodded his head.
Nick: Enough to move out of this dump of an apartment and into a much nicer living space, I'll tell you that kid.
Nick: So...how do we start?
Dayle: You start now. As far as I'm concerned....I'm going home before my care is vandalized...again.
Nick: I'm sure they apologized. At least that is what they told me.
Dayle: If you count a letter of an apology as an apology. It still doesn't fix my car.
Nick: I'm really sorry then...if I had known it would have happened...
Dayle: Kid...I got over it a long time ago. You should let it go too. Anyway, I got to run.
Dayle didn't even wait for Nick to reply as he ran out as though he would catch a disease from standing around in his apartment for any longer. Nick did a jump for joy once Dayle had left and then let out a pretty epic "woohoo!" to put the emphasis on how estatic he was. It was then that he heard an "Ahem." from behind him causing him to turn. There, standing in pajama pants and a tank top was Pence Weatherlight.
Pence: You know...if you have that much energy I can increase the amount of training we have been doing.
Nick was too happy to allow the presence of his mentor, Pence, to interfere with his happiness. He had Pence living with him at the moment for a few reasons: He was currently on the move a lot, it was much more convenient to train around his home, and for financial reasons since he didn't have much money to throw around.
Pence: So...what is going on?
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*Thirty Minutes Later*
Pence: So they want to give you this...show contract?
Nick: Yeah. Isn't it awesome?
Pence and Nick had been talking about it for the last thirty minutes and Pence still didn't understand why the contract was coming so soon. Nick had not accomplished much, but maybe Jeff was beginning to put some faith into his young protege after last Overdrive's little bump.
Pence: You should definitely take the deal and run with it. I'm sure it will be great for your career...how much there is going to be added pressure put on you to succeed for now on. Contracts like this are amazing and you going to have to try extremely hard to keep it.
Nick: Yeah, I understand...I'm going to have to give my all every week then!
Pence: Yeah and lets hope a repeat of what happened last Overdrive never happens again!
Nick paused and then remembered he still had a video to cut before he went to bed. So after a short whispering session with Pence, Pence would dim the lights, and sit down in a chair as Nick stood up and begin to walk around the room.
The Sensational One: Alright, last week...wasn't fun at all. I got kicked around the ring, I got banged up, and above all else I was swindled out of an opportunity to prove something to the APW universe! And if there is one thing that the Sensational One does not like is a missed opportunity to prove himself to his fans and to the upper management who watch the matches.
Nick looks over at Pence, who leans back in the chair he is sitting in, and nods his head in complete agreement. Pence speaks up quickly and closes his eyes as he does so, giving off an air of wisdom
Pence: Lets not even talk about the injuries one can receive from such a match. I mean look at me! My arm is more than likely never going to function properly again.
Nick nods his head in agreement and then continues to speak, pacing in a way that gives off a sense of deep thought.
The Sensational One: Yes, the chances for injuries in a match, such as the one last week, are quite high, and to be fair I'm lucky to even be walking around this week let alone wrestling in a match that is getting nearer and nearer to being a Main Event match. Yet, here I am. Mind you I'm banged up and I have a few nicks and cuts, but that's nothing to be concerned with. Its not going to stop the Sensational One from fighting this Thursday....and getting a little pay back in the process!
Nick looks at the camera and gives grin that could light up a small room as he kneels down on the ground and begins to speak.
The Sensational One: I don't know if it is some sick twist of fate that me and Blade meet up again like this after the man handling last week, but I assure you I'm not going to let this twist of fate pass me by. You see, I'm an opportunist, I look for the opportunities to be splayed out in front of me, and then I take advantage of them. That is just who the Sensational One is and I don't think that will ever change...however, the Sensational One is going to have a tough task ahead of him. You see, I have to plan things out in a much more detailed manner this week. Who knows if the Sindicate won't want another piece of the action or if Blade is going to actually man the hell up and fight me fair. You see the variables are all over the place and the Sensational One doesn't even know where to begin.
Pence gets off the chair and taps Nick on the shoulder, causing him to jump, and look at Pence in a confused manner.
Pence: Is this how you talk to the people? In a third person sort of way?
Nick nods his head and Pence face palms, this causes The Sensational One to raise an eyebrow in even more confusion.
The Sensational One: Listen, its just my thing, alright?
Pence: Its kind of stupid...
The Sensational One: I...can I just finish what I started please?
Pence: Be my guest, Sensational One.
Pence walks back to the chair he was sitting in and sits down with a thud. Nick glares at Pence for a bit and then shakes his head, emitting a sigh before continuing on.
The Sensational One: As the Sensational...I was saying.
Pence's snicker can be heard in the background and Nick shoots him an accusing glare before turning back to the camera to speak.
The Sensational One: As I was saying...there are vairiables that I just can't prepare for you know? I can't just plop down in a chair and predict the future or how this match will play out and it bugs me a quite a deal. You see, last week I wanted a match, not a roadside beating, or a massacre thanks to the referee's biased outlook on our match, Blade. I wanted competition, I wanted to show the world just how fun it is to be athletes like us, and just how much both of us have to offer in terms of the talent level of APW in general. But...alas that couldn't happen. I don't know if it was pre-planned thing between you and Marvin, but it could have been and if it was then I feel a great deal of shame for looking up to you at one point of my career. I mean...look at you! You had it all, dude! You were on top of the food chain, won championships, and earned your pay check each and every single night with your blood, sweat, and tears. Nothing is more fulfilling than winning a match when you have put it all on the line, is it?
I didn't think a guy like you would resort to under-handed tactics...not Blade, oh no. I thought for a second that I could have a fair match with you, that I could compete in a match that would test my skills, and push me to my limitations. All I got, however, was a ridiculously one sided match where the referee at every turn would try to cost our team the victory, and the worst part of all that was...you. You just let it happen, forget the rules, forget the tests of talent, and skill, you sat by and let it happen.
Nick shakes his head in utter amazement and disappointment before continuing on, clearly upset.
The Sensational One: I'm not saying that it would have been an easy match even if the ref hadn't decided to side with you guys, but at least then there was a chance for a win. At least then it would have been entertaining even if we had lost fair, but what was given in return was a one sided fist fight, and you...you just joined in. It was ridiculous and to me it proved a lot more than just the stuff I thought about you already...it proved you just don't have that all mystifying "it" anymore. That "it" that makes champions out of athletes and legends out of champions. Why else would you need an unfair advantage? Why else would you need to sink as low as to accept help from an organization like the Sindicate? I know you aren't the good guy that you once were, but I had hoped there would have been a bit of common decency in you to at least have said "no" and walked away.
To think that I had respected you in the least is just a ridiculous notion now. If I was you, I would be ashamed, but you know what? I'm not you and you know what else? I bet you celebrated. I bet you rejoiced as if you had accomplished something, but you know what you really accomplished? Nothing. You are still at square one, Blade. You are no where nearer to claiming an APW championship again. You are no where close to getting pay back on Marvin or close to even gaining any respect from any of the new blood. The only thing you are closer to is a new time low and a contract with Sindicate that will, in the end, not only cost you your soul, but your well being as well. But I don't think that matters anyway...you have no fighter's spirit anyway. Your soul or what you refer to as a soul is nothing more than a vibrant illusion created by your mind to protect your psyche from its inevitable collapse. Its sad, but you know what...nothing could be more true or spot on.
Nick stands up and looks at his knee which is covered with some kind of dust. Nick made a mental note to not only clean up the house before he had more visitors, after all, he was going to be having a reality television crew following him around now. Nick shook his head, bringing his mind back to the present, and then dusted off his knee before continuing to speak as he stared dead into the center of the camera.
The Sensational One: It really is sad how the mighty have fallen. A while ago you were at the top of the food chain...you got to head line Rasslemania, an honor, and now...only a few short weeks later...you are receiving help from one of the most despicable organizations that has ever walked around the APW. But I'm sure there is a logical explanation? Pence, do you think there is a logical explanation for Blade's sudden change from high tier talent to his current begging for help mentality?
Pence doesn't even blink as he gives his response to the question.
Pence: Fear.
Nick, though puzzled at first, nods his head in agreement as it begins to make sense, and then continues on.
The Sensational One: Fear. Pence is many things...one of which is he can judge the character of those around him and when he says something like that...well surely it has to be quite true. I know what fear is like. I was sidelined for six months with a bad injury...I thought that it was over for me and that there was no chance that I could possibly come back from it. However, through hard work, and effort I got back into the game, and shortly after...I received the honor of being able to return to professional wrestling, and then even more honor for being allowed to join the APW that I had watched growing up! Its alright to be afraid...I know you more than likely have felt it, the waning of your actual total talent, and the sight of other people getting championships and climbing the mountain to the top. Yet, here you are still...sure you got the opportunity, but in your mind you are still slumming it even though you believe you have the talent, but lets be honest here...you have been in the game a long time.
A lot of athletes go through a phase in their career where they reach the twilight of their career and the final hours of their true megastardom. You see, its not your fault...honestly it isn't! It is the fault of your age is all. Sure, age doesn't mean a thing sometimes, but sometimes you just get weaker instead of stronger, and soon no matter how much experience you have won't matter in the least! I'm sorry to say that this might be the situation with you. You see...last Overdrive you needed the help...you needed the Sindicate's intervention because without it...well who knows what would have happened?
Nick pauses for a second before continuing.
The Sensational One: I have a thought as to what may have occured...I think some where in your mind you subconsciously thought that without this help I would have won. I don't blame you for that...I don't blame you for having doubts or fears, every man has them. It is how he reacts to those things that seperate the boys from the men and it is sad to say that you were nothing more than a boy this time around. So this week...I get you again...and this time I will be more prepared to beat you. You see...you have to crawl to learn how to walk, to walk to learn how to run, and the same can be said about wrestling as well! You need to learn to lose to win and you need to learn to win to become a champion. Sure, last week I was the one who lost the match, I will fault myself for that because I was on the losing end of that stick, but this week...things will be different. And that is because a man like me learns from his mistakes and learns to be better through his failings. So, I would recommend you get ready for a hard match, because this Thursday...on Overdrive....I'm going to show you what I'm really made of.
And that is because I'm the Sensational One and no matter how many times you try to crush me I will keep coming at you until I win! So, I will say good luck to you Blade, because you...are going to need it.
Nick turns to look at Pence and as the feed is about to cut, Nick utters.
Nick: How was that?
Pence: Could be worse...
The scene fades on Nick's face looking quite a bit unhappy about that statement.
*END OF THE REAL EPISODE 1*
