Post by Blade on Jul 1, 2011 17:20:37 GMT -4
“I'm hated by many, loved by some, envied by most, while you're wanted by none.”
Unknown – 2011
Unknown – 2011
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APW has always been an uphill struggle for me; however, once again things are starting to turn around. I may not have the fan base that I once had, but love me or hate me, you still cheer for me. That’s what gives me my rush, it delivers the adrenaline that I need to succeed, and the fans must remember that they do that. The cheers, the Jeers, it all matters, so I applaud you for that. Test for the best is just around the corner and it marks a special occasion.
Happy Birthday Blade.
You are One today!
Test for the best marks my one year anniversary with Action Packed Wrestling. Sure I made my debut on the ‘B’ Show that is Overdrive, but this Pay Per View event marks the day that Blade really arrived in APW. Sure I crashed out early last year, but now; being the most “explosive” superstar on Asylum, reaching the final will be a mere formality, its fighting the winner of Overdrive that could be the problem.
Sally Talfourd. CJ Gates. Johnny Rebel. Khaos.
Four men…
Ahem. I mean 3 men and Khaos; do they really pose a threat? I mean anyone from Asylum could win this tournament, but at the end of the day, its only one name that really matters; and that name is Blade.
Blade will survive.
Blade will conquer.
Blade will be the Best.
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Sunday 26th June; 01:37pm
Ralph’s Place Showbar
Halifax, Nova Scotia
Poker Game
[Through the main bar in the strip joint, just past the ladies dancing on the poles, there is a quiet room heavily locked and heavily guarded. Through the door a Poker game runs; supposedly only the ELITE business men in Nova Scotia, but somehow Blade has managed to force his way into the game and sits at the table, kind of being a nuisance. As ever, Jackson Steed is glued to him, trying to help him get his career back on track.]
[Jackson, stands over Blade’s shoulder, watching every move like a hawk. The room is filled with Cigar smoke as a scantily clad lady walks around the table offering drinks for tips.]
“PETE! What are you doing?” Screams Jackson at the top of his voice, unimpressed as Blade pushes his pile of chips into the middle of the table.
“Go Big or Go Home!!” replies Blade with a smirk on his face.
“What the hell are you on about?!” mutters Jackson with a confused look on his face.
“Jacko, you are right yet again. That’s not what I say, that’s my former partner, Garden Gate that says that. I was just taking a bit of his advice. You are right though, that tag line sucks.” Says Blade as he looks over his shoulder at Jackson, knowing he can see his cards.
“But… But…” Jackson is interrupted by Blade as he once again tries to remind him of the hand he holds.
“It’s ok, I got this.” Blade looks bemused as the business man opposite him calls his bet. Blade smiles and is given the nod to show his cards.
“BOOYAKAHHH!!!” Blade throws his cards on the table showing an 8 high. He reaches over the table and begins to gather the chips when a hand is quickly rested upon his. The business man has stopped him and shows his hand to reveal a full house. Blade pulls back and leaps from the table knocking the chips flying.
“Pete, I tried to tell you. I guess you are going home.”
“It’s ok, I am going. No need to tell me twice. Good luck chumps.” Says Blade as he walks past the players on the table. The tone in his voice lets them know he isn’t serious as he reaches out for the door handle and makes his way back into the club with Jackson following his every move.
Blade makes his way over to a private booth in the dark where Jackson takes a seat next to him. A waitress comes over to flirt and to take drinks order.
“Just make it two Jack n Cokes” says Blade causally
“Pete, c’mon you have had enough already tonight” Jackson blurts out concerned with Blade’s drinking habits.
“Actually, just bring the bottle” shouts out Blade as he catches the waitresses attention, ignoring the remarks from Jackson.
“Pete, you have had it easy, and lucky if I may add the past few weeks on Asylum, your matches haven’t exactly been award winning.”
“But I have won, and I am undefeated” states Blade shrugging off Jackson’s comments.
“That’s not the point; you should really be focused on Test for the Best. You don’t want a repeat performance from last year; and damn, you don’t exactly have much money to your name.” Jackson gets his point across while flailing his arms in the air
“It’s exactly the point, why change a winning formula? It’s not exactly like this Pay Per View event is going to be much different. I mean, Bobby Bodacious, Roxy Raynor and Shane Borderline are stellar opponents” Blade seems unfazed and is treating the biggest night of his life like any other.
“You mean Borderland” Jackson says as he corrects Blade.
“Whatever. These guys have a point to prove just like myself, except there is one difference; I simply don’t care. If I win, I get paid, If I lose, I get paid.”
“It’s not all about the money you know; this event could bolster your career and set you firmly on the map. Last year’s winner, Sally Talfourd went on from it to become the Heavyweight champion” stating the significance of the event, Jackson seems upset that Blade doesn’t share the same interest.
“Yeah, her and her steroids. You really think that dude is a chick?” Blade laughs it off
“She was a champion Pete, that’s one step further than you. Remember this night is not all about Asylum, the winner of the matches goes on to face the winner from the Overdrive brand. You could be facing, Rebel, Gates or Talfourd in the final.”
“But I got to get their first; yeah I understand where you are coming from, but all of this work is just interfering with my weekend plans at the moment.” Blade seems disgusted that he is expected to put any sort of effort in.
“Pete, in all seriousness, you really need to begin to focus, you need to realize that you have the talent and this could lead on to bigger and better things for you.”
“Yeah I got it. So who am I meant to be facing first?” Blade shoots the waitress a wink as she places the bottle of Jack and two glasses down in front of him. She pours two glasses as Blade slips a note into the elastic on her waistline. “Cheers Chicken” Blade says as he shows his gratitude.
Jackson is staring at Blade with a glare that could melt ice. “You never follow what’s going on do you? Test for the Best. You start off against Bobby Bodacious, then depending on whether you progress or not, it all depends on who wins the previous matches.”
“Then what?” sounds Blade as he necks the shot before him as he continues to pour another.
“Pete, I could walk out of here at any time if you don’t start taking this serious”
“Ok I got it. Bobby Bodacious, then it becomes a pick and mix. How exactly do you expect me to prepare for unknown opponents? Surely I should just take it as it comes. I mean, I could end up fighting two supposed chicks just to win this thing.” Blade states this halfheartedly as one of the dancers from across the room catches his eye.
“You could be studying tapings of these guys, looking for their weaknesses and trying to make the most of a bad situation.”
“I’ll tell you what I should be studying.” Blade motions to the dancer to come over. As she arrives she bends over only for Blade to reach over and touch her arm, whispering something in her ear. She giggles and makes her way into a side room at the back of the club.
“PETE!!!” Screams Jackson, breaking Blade’s focus as he watched the dancer walk off into the distance. “Seriously, Test for the Best; I want you to use this to make a name for yourself, Bodacious won’t be an easy task, surely you can be ready for him?”
“I was born ready. The way I see it, Bobby has other things on his plate. He has been struggling with Organized Violence the past few weeks; him and the Gambler have been made to look like right chumps, so I really don’t see him being focused on little old me; and if he is, then it becomes simple; he simply cannot handle what I have to offer. I am the most challenging star on the Asylum roster; I am so unpredictable that he cannot study me. I take each moment as it comes. He may get the Blade that is on form and willing to take on the world, and on the other hand, he may get the tired hung-over Blade that turns up just to please people. I cannot say fairer than that.”
“A little respect wouldn’t go amiss” Jackson slings a disappointed look at Blade and tries to shuffle from his seat away from the booth before Blade pipes up
“Respect has to be earned; and to be honest I have no respect for anyone on the Asylum roster. I moved here for an easy ride, and so far that has proved to be the right decision for me.” Knocking back another shot, Blade continues. “Sure, I could study these guys and come prepared for the match, but that just means that a loss is disappointing, I don’t need that in my life anymore. I want to fly and climb my way to the top, but this time I will do it my way. Bobby will be fine whether he wins or loses; as will I, only this time I intend to win the thing and not fall at the first hurdle last year. John Green is a distant memory in my eyes, and yet I still am classed as an underdog.”
“Don’t you think that you helped that notion a little?” questions Jackson
“No, I really don’t think I did. If I blame anyone, I blame Garden Gates., He was the one who wanted to be in the limelight, he was the one who wanted greatness while I hung onto his coat tails only for him to flourish and for me to sink. Sure I have learnt from it, and this is why I simply just don’t care. I will start to show some respect, when people start to show me some, it’s a two way street. Bodacious, Raynor and Borderline are great athletes in their own mind, but at the end of the day, are they really going to be ready when I steam roll them? The simple answer to that is no.”
“And why is that?” questions Jackson with a puzzled look on his face
“Because that’s just the way it is. It’s better to sit back and let the results speak for themselves. Sure they will bring their ‘A’ game, but so will everyone; the whole event will turn into one big dick show, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Sally and Roxy proved to have the bigger dicks. I am still taken back by the fact they want me to wrestle more than one match in one night, and then follow it up with another on the Asylum super show; if they ever wanted to piss me off, then that is what they have done.”
“It’s not a case of pissing you off, if anything they are trying to push you to your full potential” says Jackson sincerely.
“Then they shouldn’t be asking for the fucking world. I will show up, I will give it my all, but when it comes down to it, any of these Asylum stars are more than welcome to take my place in the final; if that will make them all happy and put a smile on their faces, then they are welcome to it. Sure I could slag them all off and flex my muscles, but at the end of the day what will that prove?” Blade leans over as if he is screaming in Jackson’s face. “WHAT EXACTLY WILL THAT PROVE?!?!”
“Alright big dawg, calm down” Jackson says as he begins to back off. “You have to realize, I actually have your best interested at heart and I want you to succeed.”
“I am sure you do, and it has nothing to do with the 15 percent that you earn from me right?” Blade slumps back down in his seat. “Look, I will turn up, I will play this game, and when I win, you and every other doubter can sit back and ponder why you didn’t back me from the start. I am in it to win it, and you can take that to the bank and cash it.”
“I just hope you are” mutters Jackson under his breath.
“Oh I am. It’s time to go big, or go home!!!"
Jackson tries to respond. “Why are you trying to co…”
“Fuck it. I know that’s CJ, I guess he will get his come the final.” Standing from his seat again Blade motions at the bottle of Jack at the table. “Oh and keep your eye on that, I have business to attend to.”
Blade shuffles out of the booth as he follows the same route as the dancer did earlier and proceeds to follow her into the same room.
Fade to Black.
