Post by Nick Watson on May 9, 2012 19:40:33 GMT -4
*Caged in Ring, Unknown Area*
Nick had barely any time to roll to the side of the charging Mongo, who was about a good foot taller than him, and definitely had a huge weight advantage on him. As he rolled, Mongo hit the cage, and caused it to shake violently, Nick gulped as he realized that if he had been a second slower he would have been a waffle from the chains of the cage cutting into him. He stood up and looked at Mongo, who turned around with a few cuts on him, and then let out a monstrous roar. The fans cheered, but Nick felt a tinge of fear. He didn't know what exactly he was supposed to do, this wasn't a fair fight that was for sure, and in a cage match things were definitely harder than a normal match. He had no escape routes and if he got caught once, he would more than likely be injured like the man earlier.
Nick's train of thought was cut off by another thunderous roar and then by Mongo charging at him. Nick rolled again, but this time it seem Mongo had gotten wise. The big man turned mid run and as Nick stood up he was slammed into, his air escaping his lungs, and him plummeting back like a Saturday morning cartoon. He slammed into the cage wall and as he regained his senses he saw Mongo rushing him again. Nick used his agility again, dodging seconds before Mongo arrived to try and slam him again.
Nick: Jesus! I didn't sign up for this crap!
Mongo was stunned for only a second, which allowed Nick to catch his breath, and feel his chest where he had made contact earlier, but after that second Mongo was on him again. This time with a different approach. Before Nick could react, Mongo had him in his clutches, and had lifted him over his head like he was a rag doll, and then threw him to the mat. Nick fell to the ground with a yelp and then barely dodged a stomp from the bigger fighter. Nick looked into Mongo's eyes and sensed his killing intent immediately.
This guy was definitely not playing around at all and Nick knew that if he didn't think of something quick he was in trouble. Mongo continued to try and crush him with stomps as Nick rolled around on the ground, dodging to the best of his ability, and hoping to receive an opening. Meanwhile, in the crowd, Pence watched eagerly to see what his protege would do when the rules were flipped against him. He felt the bristles of his beard as he stroked his chin and watched in observation as Nick rolled around dodging. He could see Nick was frazzled, he could see Nick was trying to come up with a plan of attack, and he also knew how futile it was to do that. In a match where there were no rules, plans would never work. Going with the flow of the match, however, would, and Pence hoped that Nick would catch on sooner or later, otherwise Nick would be in a great deal of trouble.
Mongo stopped stomping and then growled as he grabbed hold of Nick's arm, and lifted him to his feet. When Nick was on his feet, he would promptly throw Nick into the cage, and watch as he howled in pain. Nick turned to see Mongo rushing him again and Nick didn't know what to do this time. Mongo wasn't stopping or looking exhausted and nothing he seemed to do would make the ref call a disqualification. In fact, Nick could see the ref, chatting with a beautiful blonde in the front row, and knew the chance of a disqualification win were slim. It was then that something instinctual took over.
Nick: No more!
Nick shouted as Mongo looked confused as he continued to rush forward. Nick then did something that surprised Pence, he began to rush at Mongo at full speed, and this caught Mongo by surprise. Never had Mongo been rushed at and never had he seen a man so determined to win, and as he stared in surprise he watched as Nick lifted a good foot and a half off the floor to deliver a flying knee right to his face. Mongo, who had never dealt with Muay Thai before, only had a second to feel impressed, before the pain, and the feeling of exhaustion over came him. Mongo fell backwards and Nick landed on top of him as the ref turned to see it and then counted to three. Both men didn't move, but one man in the crowd did. Pence Weatherlight, grinning cheek to cheek, had already began to move to the backstage area to pick up Nick, and of course his winnings. The crowd which had once been so crazy and completely out of control had not only calmed down, but could be heard talking in bewilderment about the six foot four, Nick Watson. Watson of course wouldn't notice, he was unconscious. He had fallen hard on top of the large body of Mongo, and was out cold. Pence was proud of the kid, but knew that he had a long way to go before he would be ready to be a champion, but this small victory had taught Pence something, that the way to train Nick would not be through practical means. He would have to be as unpractical and out of the ordinary about his training methods for now on that Nick would have no clue what was coming next. Pence almost laughed as to what new horrors he could put his protege through.
*Scene Fades to Black*
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*Backstage Area*
Nick awoke, his head pounding, and his body sore to the sound of one man applauding him. Looking up from where he had been laying on a cot, Nick could see Pence Weatherlight standing there giving him a mock ovation.
Pence: Good work, kid...really good work. You beat Mongo and even won me a few thousand...well more like the Red cross a few thousand dollars, but that's not important. The important thing is that you won and you did it with style and class.
Nick: Yeah...I may have won, but I feel like I got hit by a damn steam roller.
Pence laughed and sat down in a chair which was placed next to Nick's cot. Pence folded his hands on his lap and then began to speak.
Pence: You're going to see liars and crooks every single day of your life, Nick.
Nick looked at Pence, to see that Pence had grown quite solemn, and his voice was coming at calm and collectively.
Pence: Its your choice how you fight them, you know? You can either stoop to their level and become just as dark and twisted as they are. Or you can fight the good fight and go above them...be all you can be, you know? Its' your decision, not mine, but let me tell you...in this day and age we need more heroes than we need more villains.
Pence put his hand on Nick's shoulder and continued to speak. Nick listened to every word that the wise, Mr. Main Event had to say.
Pence: Anyone can cheat and that is what this was about. Anyone can win that way and today Mongo had every intention of breaking every rule to win his match and walk out with money, but you beat him, and you didn't cheat. You see, Nick...the lesson that I tried to teach you today is that skill and talent will always outweigh underhandedness. That even if a man cheats he can still lose. I hope that got through to you.
Nick nodded his head and then shrugged his shoulders.
Nick: And here I thought you just wanted to get me kill.
Nick wiped the sweat from his brow in a comical manner and then continued speaking.
Nick: That's a relief...but I get you, Pence. I understand that you are trying to instill values into me so that I don't make the same mistakes as you did, but next time...can we not put me up against a three hundred pound monster?
Pence laughed and Nick grinned as Pence stood up, nodding his head in agreement.
Pence: We'll see...it all depends on how you perform on your way to Mayhem. Anyway, lets get out of here. You have earned a few days rest and hopefully you have learned something today.
Nick nodded his head. He had learned something today and he was going to cling to that. It was an ideal that he had learned, an ideal that he hoped he could keep with him for the rest of his career, and that ideal was not to ever stoop to the level of those that were known as cheaters and to always win with his own skill. He took a deep breath as he got up from the cot, he felt the pain of his injuries, but he brushed it off. He would wear these scars with pride, because today he had won a big fight, and even more so...he had impressed Pence. And that, to him, was worth its' weight in gold.
*scene fades to black*
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*Nick's Hotel Room*
The scene re-opens on Nick Watson standing in front of a window on the twelfth floor of the hotel he is staying in. He lets out a sigh and then turns to look at the camera with an aggravated look upon his face.
Nick: Hello, APW, and welcome to another edition of the Sensational Show with your host, Nick Watson. You know...the guy who is constantly getting cheated out of victories by athletes with big egos. Yep, that's him, your host!
Nick lets out another sigh and then walks away from the window to sit down and get a bit more comfortable before he addresses the masses.
Nick: I'm not going to lie, ladies, and gentlemen...last week was an upsetting turn of events for your's truly and to be honest, I just want to forget about that match. The sad thing is, well, I can't. You see, I had him, I was going to win that match, and he knows it and everyone behind the scenes knows it. But a fat lot of good that does, right? I mean here I am, sitting on a bed in a hotel room, looking like a God damn fool because I couldn't pick up a win against a jack ass with a superiority complex. So what do I get for getting cheated? A consolation prize, a chance, not even an assured entry into a match at Mayhem, but a chance to actually go there. All I can say is...great, awesome...fantastic. You see, it confuses me so...how a man such as myself, who is talented, charismatic, and abides by the rules can be so simply ignored by the APW management. But then again, with all of the madness, and confusion running rampant with nothing to keep it in check, well...you can see where this is going.
Nick folds his hands on his lap and looks deeply into the camera.
Nick: I find it, infuriating, to put it simply that people like Level One, like Johnny Rebel, and Terry Marvin, have matches assured to them. They are going...me, I have to fight a guy who I've fought twice already, and already know that he has no intention of following the rules and regulations of APW.
Nick picks up an APW rule book laying right next to him and shows it to the camera.
Nick: So this...you know this precious thing that the referees and Jeff abide by...is worth nothing to me.
Nick throws the book on the floor.
Nick: And its' not just me...oh no! It gets worse! You see, everywhere at Mayhem there is going to be trickery, chaos, and an abundant supply underhanded tactics. Its going to be the most vile and disgusting PPV in the history of APW. And it amuses me so that Jeff, the guy who is in charge, has no control...what so ever! You have Sindicate running around, you have Terry Marvin crushing people's throats, and of course the kicker is there is no one in APW right now that exemplifies fair play. Not a soul. A hero to the people C.J., he leaves his team mate high, and dry after he saved his ass. Hero indeed, is what I have to say about that. And that's our number one contender ladies and gentlemen! How does this all tie in with my match your asking yourself right now?
Well, folks...I have grown quite a bit tired of seeing this crap, this disease plaguing our show. I'm tired of seeing Sindicate, I'm tired of seeing Terry Marvin, and I'm sick and tired of all of this cheating. I have never been this disgusted being an athlete for any show more than I am now. And the worse part is...there is no punishment! There is no justice, anymore. It seems that the APW community has just decided that: Anarchy, corruption, and trickery are now the common place. And its' sickening. This week is no different for me. Its the same guy, different place. I have to fight Blade again and we all know how Blade fights. The rule book that most athletes follow doesn't apply to him, he doesn't give one flying f**k about the rule book. In fact, he doesn't even give a crap about fair play, or winning through skill and talent. He doesn't care, but damn if he doesn't get the opportunity to wrestle against me to go on to Mayhem.
What does this promote? Eh, Jeff? What does it promote. I'll tell you what it promotes...it promotes villainy and I'm assuming you're fine with that. I'm assuming that it doesn't matter how bad things have gotten to you, I'm assuming that you don't have any control anymore, and I'm just assuming that this is now what is going to happen for now on. It seems to me, that no matter what I do, or how I do it, I will lose via cheating. Sure they could fight me fair and beat me for real, I would acknowledge that, and move on, but they can't do that. Last week, it proved to me...that these people need a new symbol. They can't even rely on the people who set themselves up as the paragons of our time, anymore. These people, they have no one anymore, and its' saddening watching them. They leave the arena with a disappointed look on their face. I saw one kid last week throw out his C.J. Gates shirt and replica championship belt. It hurt me, Jeff...it hurt me to watch that happen. So you know what?
No more messing around. Its time for a change. I'm done wasting my time with theatrics, with selfish goals, and I'm done underestimating myself. Its' time for me to be bold and its time for me to make my move. You, see all of this stuff, all of this trickery, and crap that has happened over the past few months. It needs to stop, it needs to end, and its not just for my sake, its for the people. They have sat back and watched their heroes and their idols turn against each other and destroy one another. And that, is not going to get anything done. You see this match at Mayhem to me...means so much more than it does to Blade. It means a chance, it means a time to prove that fair play and honesty still have a place here, and one way or another...Thursday...I have to win.
I can't lose anymore. I have to move on and win, otherwise...nothing changes. We get Sindicate running around, we get Terry Marvin, and we get Blade. Its time for someone, to say enough is enough, and if Kurt won't do it, or even you Jeff...then I'm gonna have to do it. So this week, when I step into the ring with Blade, for the third time in several weeks, I'm not going in there with just my own ambitions, I'm going in there with the hopes and dreams of the APW masses that continue to have hope. These people, they don't want to see Blade in a position to gain more ground, and they sure as hell don't want to see the same bull crap they see every single time they turn around on the street. They don't want to see...the same darkness that is all over this world. No, they come to APW to get away from that, and to just cut loose and relax.
Nick shakes his head and rubs his eyes with his right hand as he continues to speak.
Nick: There needs to be justice...without it, there is no hope, there is no dreams, and there definitely isn't a future. I have to win and I have to keep on winning. If not just for myself, then for the people...for the every day guy who struggles with his job, with his payments, and with his families issues. I have to beat you, Blade. I have to. I have never been more certain or clear as to what I have to do then right now.
Nick laughs and leans back a bit, stretching, and then goes back to speaking.
Nick: I know you don't care Blade. I know you think I'm full of crap and that I don't stand a chance at all, but the days of the Nick you once knew are over. Its not about me anymore. Its about the people...
Nick points out the window.
Nick: These people have sat idly back for long enough as they watched the show they once cared for get run into the ground with villainy at the steering wheel. Its time they have someone to look up to who won't turn around and spit in their eyes. Its time for them to have some one who they can depend on when the time is right and let me tell you that time is right now and I fully intend to take advantage of it. You see, to me, this match is a starting point for a new beginning, and that beginning doesn't involve you. The days of you running over everyone, cheating, and lying not only to the masses, but to yourself are over. I intend to win this Thursday and I won't need to cheat, I won't need to break one God damn rule, because unlike you...I have talent and I'm not afraid to boast that maybe I'm even more talented than you.
Maybe that is why Pence agreed to this, Blade. Maybe that is why I'm here...everything has a purpose and maybe my purpose is to start a revolution that should have been started a long time ago. A revolution to reinvigorate the fan base and reignite the flames of justice which have been flickering for many months now. So, lets just cut the crap and get down to the reality of things, shall we. This Thursday, I know what you are coming with, I've seen your game, and I've watched the tape. I'm not only confident that no matter what you do I will win, but I am also extremely confident that you will have to try to cheat to win. You see, Blade...you have become so reliant on these underhanded tactics that the only way you can win now is by cheating. Its' why you didn't win at Rasslemania, that is for sure. You couldn't cheat your way out of that Fatal-Four-Way and I'm going to reassure you right now that there is no way you are going to be able to cheat your way out of this match either.
I am prepped for you. I have wrestled you, I have seen you speak, and I have watched every drip of venom that pulsates off that vile tongue of yours, and I can say honestly that I am not afraid of you. I have not only bigger snakes to kill right now, but I also have bigger dreams than continuously fighting you for the next few months. My dream, one to be champion, has been replaced by a dream to set things right. The people deserve better and you, deserve justice. You have done some very bad things, Blade...things that are unforgivable, and are horrendous. It is time for justice to be served and I plan on doing just that. This Thursday on Overdrive...the puzzle begins to fix itself and there is nothing you can do about it.
You see, you had your chance. You had a big opportunity to right your wrongs and go legit, but you didn't. You had a chance to change yourself for the better, but now...well this...
Nick holds up his fist.
Nick: Will be judge, jury, and executioner this Thursday. So you can go ahead and say your piece, speak your twisted mind, and try to slander me as much as you want, but know that your words are falling on deaf ears. Call me lucky for the victory two weeks ago, bash me for my inability to win a match against a cheater, and why not brag about your past successes while you're at it. I won't care because nothing you say is going to change the fact that I am going to Mayhem and I am going to show the world that there is still something to believe in. And that something is grinning wickedly right now.
The screen bursts to static on a grinning Nick Watson.
*Screen Bursts to static*
Nick had barely any time to roll to the side of the charging Mongo, who was about a good foot taller than him, and definitely had a huge weight advantage on him. As he rolled, Mongo hit the cage, and caused it to shake violently, Nick gulped as he realized that if he had been a second slower he would have been a waffle from the chains of the cage cutting into him. He stood up and looked at Mongo, who turned around with a few cuts on him, and then let out a monstrous roar. The fans cheered, but Nick felt a tinge of fear. He didn't know what exactly he was supposed to do, this wasn't a fair fight that was for sure, and in a cage match things were definitely harder than a normal match. He had no escape routes and if he got caught once, he would more than likely be injured like the man earlier.
Nick's train of thought was cut off by another thunderous roar and then by Mongo charging at him. Nick rolled again, but this time it seem Mongo had gotten wise. The big man turned mid run and as Nick stood up he was slammed into, his air escaping his lungs, and him plummeting back like a Saturday morning cartoon. He slammed into the cage wall and as he regained his senses he saw Mongo rushing him again. Nick used his agility again, dodging seconds before Mongo arrived to try and slam him again.
Nick: Jesus! I didn't sign up for this crap!
Mongo was stunned for only a second, which allowed Nick to catch his breath, and feel his chest where he had made contact earlier, but after that second Mongo was on him again. This time with a different approach. Before Nick could react, Mongo had him in his clutches, and had lifted him over his head like he was a rag doll, and then threw him to the mat. Nick fell to the ground with a yelp and then barely dodged a stomp from the bigger fighter. Nick looked into Mongo's eyes and sensed his killing intent immediately.
This guy was definitely not playing around at all and Nick knew that if he didn't think of something quick he was in trouble. Mongo continued to try and crush him with stomps as Nick rolled around on the ground, dodging to the best of his ability, and hoping to receive an opening. Meanwhile, in the crowd, Pence watched eagerly to see what his protege would do when the rules were flipped against him. He felt the bristles of his beard as he stroked his chin and watched in observation as Nick rolled around dodging. He could see Nick was frazzled, he could see Nick was trying to come up with a plan of attack, and he also knew how futile it was to do that. In a match where there were no rules, plans would never work. Going with the flow of the match, however, would, and Pence hoped that Nick would catch on sooner or later, otherwise Nick would be in a great deal of trouble.
Mongo stopped stomping and then growled as he grabbed hold of Nick's arm, and lifted him to his feet. When Nick was on his feet, he would promptly throw Nick into the cage, and watch as he howled in pain. Nick turned to see Mongo rushing him again and Nick didn't know what to do this time. Mongo wasn't stopping or looking exhausted and nothing he seemed to do would make the ref call a disqualification. In fact, Nick could see the ref, chatting with a beautiful blonde in the front row, and knew the chance of a disqualification win were slim. It was then that something instinctual took over.
Nick: No more!
Nick shouted as Mongo looked confused as he continued to rush forward. Nick then did something that surprised Pence, he began to rush at Mongo at full speed, and this caught Mongo by surprise. Never had Mongo been rushed at and never had he seen a man so determined to win, and as he stared in surprise he watched as Nick lifted a good foot and a half off the floor to deliver a flying knee right to his face. Mongo, who had never dealt with Muay Thai before, only had a second to feel impressed, before the pain, and the feeling of exhaustion over came him. Mongo fell backwards and Nick landed on top of him as the ref turned to see it and then counted to three. Both men didn't move, but one man in the crowd did. Pence Weatherlight, grinning cheek to cheek, had already began to move to the backstage area to pick up Nick, and of course his winnings. The crowd which had once been so crazy and completely out of control had not only calmed down, but could be heard talking in bewilderment about the six foot four, Nick Watson. Watson of course wouldn't notice, he was unconscious. He had fallen hard on top of the large body of Mongo, and was out cold. Pence was proud of the kid, but knew that he had a long way to go before he would be ready to be a champion, but this small victory had taught Pence something, that the way to train Nick would not be through practical means. He would have to be as unpractical and out of the ordinary about his training methods for now on that Nick would have no clue what was coming next. Pence almost laughed as to what new horrors he could put his protege through.
*Scene Fades to Black*
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*Backstage Area*
Nick awoke, his head pounding, and his body sore to the sound of one man applauding him. Looking up from where he had been laying on a cot, Nick could see Pence Weatherlight standing there giving him a mock ovation.
Pence: Good work, kid...really good work. You beat Mongo and even won me a few thousand...well more like the Red cross a few thousand dollars, but that's not important. The important thing is that you won and you did it with style and class.
Nick: Yeah...I may have won, but I feel like I got hit by a damn steam roller.
Pence laughed and sat down in a chair which was placed next to Nick's cot. Pence folded his hands on his lap and then began to speak.
Pence: You're going to see liars and crooks every single day of your life, Nick.
Nick looked at Pence, to see that Pence had grown quite solemn, and his voice was coming at calm and collectively.
Pence: Its your choice how you fight them, you know? You can either stoop to their level and become just as dark and twisted as they are. Or you can fight the good fight and go above them...be all you can be, you know? Its' your decision, not mine, but let me tell you...in this day and age we need more heroes than we need more villains.
Pence put his hand on Nick's shoulder and continued to speak. Nick listened to every word that the wise, Mr. Main Event had to say.
Pence: Anyone can cheat and that is what this was about. Anyone can win that way and today Mongo had every intention of breaking every rule to win his match and walk out with money, but you beat him, and you didn't cheat. You see, Nick...the lesson that I tried to teach you today is that skill and talent will always outweigh underhandedness. That even if a man cheats he can still lose. I hope that got through to you.
Nick nodded his head and then shrugged his shoulders.
Nick: And here I thought you just wanted to get me kill.
Nick wiped the sweat from his brow in a comical manner and then continued speaking.
Nick: That's a relief...but I get you, Pence. I understand that you are trying to instill values into me so that I don't make the same mistakes as you did, but next time...can we not put me up against a three hundred pound monster?
Pence laughed and Nick grinned as Pence stood up, nodding his head in agreement.
Pence: We'll see...it all depends on how you perform on your way to Mayhem. Anyway, lets get out of here. You have earned a few days rest and hopefully you have learned something today.
Nick nodded his head. He had learned something today and he was going to cling to that. It was an ideal that he had learned, an ideal that he hoped he could keep with him for the rest of his career, and that ideal was not to ever stoop to the level of those that were known as cheaters and to always win with his own skill. He took a deep breath as he got up from the cot, he felt the pain of his injuries, but he brushed it off. He would wear these scars with pride, because today he had won a big fight, and even more so...he had impressed Pence. And that, to him, was worth its' weight in gold.
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*Nick's Hotel Room*
The scene re-opens on Nick Watson standing in front of a window on the twelfth floor of the hotel he is staying in. He lets out a sigh and then turns to look at the camera with an aggravated look upon his face.
Nick: Hello, APW, and welcome to another edition of the Sensational Show with your host, Nick Watson. You know...the guy who is constantly getting cheated out of victories by athletes with big egos. Yep, that's him, your host!
Nick lets out another sigh and then walks away from the window to sit down and get a bit more comfortable before he addresses the masses.
Nick: I'm not going to lie, ladies, and gentlemen...last week was an upsetting turn of events for your's truly and to be honest, I just want to forget about that match. The sad thing is, well, I can't. You see, I had him, I was going to win that match, and he knows it and everyone behind the scenes knows it. But a fat lot of good that does, right? I mean here I am, sitting on a bed in a hotel room, looking like a God damn fool because I couldn't pick up a win against a jack ass with a superiority complex. So what do I get for getting cheated? A consolation prize, a chance, not even an assured entry into a match at Mayhem, but a chance to actually go there. All I can say is...great, awesome...fantastic. You see, it confuses me so...how a man such as myself, who is talented, charismatic, and abides by the rules can be so simply ignored by the APW management. But then again, with all of the madness, and confusion running rampant with nothing to keep it in check, well...you can see where this is going.
Nick folds his hands on his lap and looks deeply into the camera.
Nick: I find it, infuriating, to put it simply that people like Level One, like Johnny Rebel, and Terry Marvin, have matches assured to them. They are going...me, I have to fight a guy who I've fought twice already, and already know that he has no intention of following the rules and regulations of APW.
Nick picks up an APW rule book laying right next to him and shows it to the camera.
Nick: So this...you know this precious thing that the referees and Jeff abide by...is worth nothing to me.
Nick throws the book on the floor.
Nick: And its' not just me...oh no! It gets worse! You see, everywhere at Mayhem there is going to be trickery, chaos, and an abundant supply underhanded tactics. Its going to be the most vile and disgusting PPV in the history of APW. And it amuses me so that Jeff, the guy who is in charge, has no control...what so ever! You have Sindicate running around, you have Terry Marvin crushing people's throats, and of course the kicker is there is no one in APW right now that exemplifies fair play. Not a soul. A hero to the people C.J., he leaves his team mate high, and dry after he saved his ass. Hero indeed, is what I have to say about that. And that's our number one contender ladies and gentlemen! How does this all tie in with my match your asking yourself right now?
Well, folks...I have grown quite a bit tired of seeing this crap, this disease plaguing our show. I'm tired of seeing Sindicate, I'm tired of seeing Terry Marvin, and I'm sick and tired of all of this cheating. I have never been this disgusted being an athlete for any show more than I am now. And the worse part is...there is no punishment! There is no justice, anymore. It seems that the APW community has just decided that: Anarchy, corruption, and trickery are now the common place. And its' sickening. This week is no different for me. Its the same guy, different place. I have to fight Blade again and we all know how Blade fights. The rule book that most athletes follow doesn't apply to him, he doesn't give one flying f**k about the rule book. In fact, he doesn't even give a crap about fair play, or winning through skill and talent. He doesn't care, but damn if he doesn't get the opportunity to wrestle against me to go on to Mayhem.
What does this promote? Eh, Jeff? What does it promote. I'll tell you what it promotes...it promotes villainy and I'm assuming you're fine with that. I'm assuming that it doesn't matter how bad things have gotten to you, I'm assuming that you don't have any control anymore, and I'm just assuming that this is now what is going to happen for now on. It seems to me, that no matter what I do, or how I do it, I will lose via cheating. Sure they could fight me fair and beat me for real, I would acknowledge that, and move on, but they can't do that. Last week, it proved to me...that these people need a new symbol. They can't even rely on the people who set themselves up as the paragons of our time, anymore. These people, they have no one anymore, and its' saddening watching them. They leave the arena with a disappointed look on their face. I saw one kid last week throw out his C.J. Gates shirt and replica championship belt. It hurt me, Jeff...it hurt me to watch that happen. So you know what?
No more messing around. Its time for a change. I'm done wasting my time with theatrics, with selfish goals, and I'm done underestimating myself. Its' time for me to be bold and its time for me to make my move. You, see all of this stuff, all of this trickery, and crap that has happened over the past few months. It needs to stop, it needs to end, and its not just for my sake, its for the people. They have sat back and watched their heroes and their idols turn against each other and destroy one another. And that, is not going to get anything done. You see this match at Mayhem to me...means so much more than it does to Blade. It means a chance, it means a time to prove that fair play and honesty still have a place here, and one way or another...Thursday...I have to win.
I can't lose anymore. I have to move on and win, otherwise...nothing changes. We get Sindicate running around, we get Terry Marvin, and we get Blade. Its time for someone, to say enough is enough, and if Kurt won't do it, or even you Jeff...then I'm gonna have to do it. So this week, when I step into the ring with Blade, for the third time in several weeks, I'm not going in there with just my own ambitions, I'm going in there with the hopes and dreams of the APW masses that continue to have hope. These people, they don't want to see Blade in a position to gain more ground, and they sure as hell don't want to see the same bull crap they see every single time they turn around on the street. They don't want to see...the same darkness that is all over this world. No, they come to APW to get away from that, and to just cut loose and relax.
Nick shakes his head and rubs his eyes with his right hand as he continues to speak.
Nick: There needs to be justice...without it, there is no hope, there is no dreams, and there definitely isn't a future. I have to win and I have to keep on winning. If not just for myself, then for the people...for the every day guy who struggles with his job, with his payments, and with his families issues. I have to beat you, Blade. I have to. I have never been more certain or clear as to what I have to do then right now.
Nick laughs and leans back a bit, stretching, and then goes back to speaking.
Nick: I know you don't care Blade. I know you think I'm full of crap and that I don't stand a chance at all, but the days of the Nick you once knew are over. Its not about me anymore. Its about the people...
Nick points out the window.
Nick: These people have sat idly back for long enough as they watched the show they once cared for get run into the ground with villainy at the steering wheel. Its time they have someone to look up to who won't turn around and spit in their eyes. Its time for them to have some one who they can depend on when the time is right and let me tell you that time is right now and I fully intend to take advantage of it. You see, to me, this match is a starting point for a new beginning, and that beginning doesn't involve you. The days of you running over everyone, cheating, and lying not only to the masses, but to yourself are over. I intend to win this Thursday and I won't need to cheat, I won't need to break one God damn rule, because unlike you...I have talent and I'm not afraid to boast that maybe I'm even more talented than you.
Maybe that is why Pence agreed to this, Blade. Maybe that is why I'm here...everything has a purpose and maybe my purpose is to start a revolution that should have been started a long time ago. A revolution to reinvigorate the fan base and reignite the flames of justice which have been flickering for many months now. So, lets just cut the crap and get down to the reality of things, shall we. This Thursday, I know what you are coming with, I've seen your game, and I've watched the tape. I'm not only confident that no matter what you do I will win, but I am also extremely confident that you will have to try to cheat to win. You see, Blade...you have become so reliant on these underhanded tactics that the only way you can win now is by cheating. Its' why you didn't win at Rasslemania, that is for sure. You couldn't cheat your way out of that Fatal-Four-Way and I'm going to reassure you right now that there is no way you are going to be able to cheat your way out of this match either.
I am prepped for you. I have wrestled you, I have seen you speak, and I have watched every drip of venom that pulsates off that vile tongue of yours, and I can say honestly that I am not afraid of you. I have not only bigger snakes to kill right now, but I also have bigger dreams than continuously fighting you for the next few months. My dream, one to be champion, has been replaced by a dream to set things right. The people deserve better and you, deserve justice. You have done some very bad things, Blade...things that are unforgivable, and are horrendous. It is time for justice to be served and I plan on doing just that. This Thursday on Overdrive...the puzzle begins to fix itself and there is nothing you can do about it.
You see, you had your chance. You had a big opportunity to right your wrongs and go legit, but you didn't. You had a chance to change yourself for the better, but now...well this...
Nick holds up his fist.
Nick: Will be judge, jury, and executioner this Thursday. So you can go ahead and say your piece, speak your twisted mind, and try to slander me as much as you want, but know that your words are falling on deaf ears. Call me lucky for the victory two weeks ago, bash me for my inability to win a match against a cheater, and why not brag about your past successes while you're at it. I won't care because nothing you say is going to change the fact that I am going to Mayhem and I am going to show the world that there is still something to believe in. And that something is grinning wickedly right now.
The screen bursts to static on a grinning Nick Watson.
*Screen Bursts to static*
