Post by Blade on Jun 4, 2011 18:41:35 GMT -4
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Blade
Jackson Steed
REWIND…
STOP…
PLAY…
Let me try and recap this for you…
It wasn’t that long ago that I was at the top of my game; I had the fans of Action Packed Wrestling eating out of my hands; some mutual respect from other employees and a nice shiny title to go with it all.
Oh what a difference two months can make.
Whether it was the alcohol that was blinding my vision, or whether it was just a lack of interest, either way I ended up at the bottom off the barrel with nothing left to my name. Who do I blame for all of this? President Jeff? Branden Harvey? CJ Gates? Not really…
I blame myself.
The truth is, I just don’t care anymore, I have turned my back on the people who trusted me, the people who cared the most, and what does that get me? A Fucking transfer to Asylum, the APW B show; maybe this is the best place for me, I can only do damage to myself, I can’t help drop the ratings, I can’t tarnish the name of this successful company; I can just do damage.
Asylum has a reputation to uphold; it has dreams of its own, well now, it’s my dream, it’s my reputation on the line.
A new day…
A new dawn…
TAKE TWO!!!
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Saturday 28th May
The Gold Club
Bedford, New Hampshire
[The premier Gentleman’s club is busy tonight as the male population of Bedford New Hampshire seems to have been programmed to flash their cash at scantily clad women. Sat in a booth in the raised VIP area is APW wrestler Blade, his agent Jackson Steed sits to one side and keeps reaching over to get his attention. Blade keeps shrugging it off as some of the girls are giving a few dances to the entourage that surrounds him.]
“Pete, C’mon it’s getting late, you don’t know half of these guys and you have your Asylum debut to prepare for.”
“Does it look like I’m interested in going anywhere?”
[Blade picks up a bottle of champagne and begins to pour it over the chest of one of the dancers.]
“Pete, c’mon the last time you did this, the whole week was a blur.”
“Listen Jacko, that’s the best way; is it important to really remember everything?”
“In the state you get yourself into, I am surprised you even remember what god damn country you are in.”
“Look, I don’t pay you to give me advice, I pay you to get me the jobs; I am still employed, and that’s about where your job ends.”
“Just about…”
“What the fu.. I ought to smack you down; I take you everywhere with me and you are all business 24/7 relax man, take in the atmosphere and enjoy the sights.”
“Well they are pretty nice.”
“Pretty Nice? Jacko, these are the finest women you will find in this hell hole in New Hampshire, and tonight they are all ours.”
“All of them? Can you really afford th...”
“Money is not an issue, let’s just say it’s from endorsements and we’ll be fine…”
“Whatever you say boss…”
“Exactly…”
[Blade turns his back on Jacko as he begins to pay more attention to the girls that are surrounding the table. Fade to Black.]
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FIVE DAYS LATER
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Wednesday 1st June
Room 12, Econo Lodge
Manchester, New Hampshire.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
[Jacko is banging on the door of room 12 as loud as he can; his knocks are getting louder each time he connects with the wooden door. After about five minutes of knocking, the door slowly opens were Jacko is met by a half asleep Blade.]
“Well thanks for turning up this morning.”
“Huh...”
“Your promotional shoot with the Asylum representative…”
“Calm down dude, that’s on Wednesday…”
“Which happens to be today…?”
“Really, you mean it’s not Monday? Damn that was one hell of an after party…”
“I warned you about this, we need to get you prepared for FRANK.”
“FRANK? They are a UK based drug helpline, what do they need to prepare for? I told ya, its strictly alcohol for me now…”
“Not FRANK the drugs councilors, FRANK the newest Asylum roster member, your opponent this Sunday…”
“FRANK? I thought I was facing that Japanese dude, what was his name? Yoko Tamagotchi?”
“Yoko Misawa…”
“Bless you...”
[Jacko’s face drops into the palm of his hands.]
“No you idiot, the opponent that dropped out.”
“So if he dropped out, why the hell are we on about this FRANK guy? Surely I win by default and have met my contractual obligations; which therefore means, this weekend should be set aside for my debut victory. Let’s Party!!”
“I think you need to begin to take it easy, worry about providing the food on your table and stop worrying about where the strippers are coming from next.”
“Excuse me, I think you will find they like to be called exotic dancers.”
“I really don’t care, FRANK is the issue at the moment, do you want to keep your job or not?”
“Is there a third option?”
“No...”
“I guess I had better work on keeping this job then.”
[Jacko moves over to the table where he takes a seat, dropping his briefcase on the table, he knocks a glass of water to the floor; Blade laughs and throws himself onto the bed. Jacko reaches inside the briefcase and hands a file over with a DVD inside the cover.]
“I thought I told you not to video my exploits?”
“Pete, seriously I will walk if you’re not careful.”
“Ok serious time. What’s this?”
“Everything you need to know about FRANK. Past matches, his move sets, his weaknesses…”
“What he had for breakfast?”
“Pete…”
“Ok, I’m kidding, but seriously?...”
[Blade throws the file back towards Jacko as he smirks at him. He flexes his arms as if he is bragging.]
“Jacko, I seriously don’t need that. I’ve been in this position before. All I need to do is turn up, bust a few moves, and make the fans boo me; then either win or lose the match. It’s simple mathematics, it just depends on how long the fight is going on and depends how thirsty I get.”
“You really don’t want to go any further in your career do you? I don’t understand why you don’t just cut your losses right now.”
“See, that’s your problem, you take things way too seriously. You have to live a little Jacko, take the strides with the punches, strap yourself onto the donkey and enjoy the ride. It doesn’t matter anymore, my transfer to Asylum has just opened my eyes and made me realize that I will have a job here no matter what; the powers from above want to bury me on the low card, then so be it, I still cash my paycheck weekly and I get to party at the weekends. Simple.”
“And after last year, making the Test for the Best tournament, you could do that again this year, you just have to make an impact.”
“It’s not that I wouldn’t want to do it; I just don’t care if I do; I don’t care if I don’t. it’s all about the business now. If I can be FRANK about the situation, this Sunday is just going to be another plain and simple match; this dude won’t last five minutes here, even if he defeats me. He will be filled full of false dreams, just like I was, and then his whole world will come crashing down around him; that’s the way things work around here…”
“It doesn’t have to be like this…”
“Maybe it does…”
[With that said, Blade hoists himself off the bed with Jack still trying to convince him to concentrate; Blade makes his way into the bathroom and slams the door behind him. Fade to Black.]
