Post by Blade on Dec 31, 2011 15:49:23 GMT -4
“To fight and walk away makes you a man. To fight and walk away a winner makes you THE man.”
- Peter ‘Blade’ Edwards December 2011
- Peter ‘Blade’ Edwards December 2011
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So the thoughts running through my head must be running wild right? I just retired Chris Cyrus, the last remaining talent from the original AP roster pool. Does that make me feel proud?
Kind of...
Does it make me smile?
Sure it does.
Action packed wrestling just saw the end of an era, and who else can take the credit to end it? For those who missed the point, I just retired Chris Cyrus, an APW grand slam champion; I really don’t think there are many people that can claim that. I will chalk it up to me being great, but at the end of the day it just came down to the fact that I was better than Chris Cyrus...
Yes, I was better.
People thought that my return would be short lived, kind of like a premature ejaculation. It’s great at the time, but damaging in the long run. Truth be told, I didn’t think I would live up to the hype, but I did, so I started a new chapter not only in APW’s history, but also in mine.
I am The Past… The Present… and The Future.
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December 18th 2011
Backstage @ Tacoma Dome
Christmas Chaos
The APW doctor is attending to Blades cuts above his eye; he is trying to be careful as he wields a needle and thread. Jackson is stood over them both watching his investment.
“Hey watch it buddy.” Says Blade as he jolts back as the needle pierces his skin. “I thought these were meant to be painless, don’t you think I have been through enough tonight?”
“Sorry Pete, I’m just trying to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” States the doctor as he threads it through once more.”
“Paper stiches would be a start” Blade looks over towards Jackson. “So I am getting paid now right? I did what you wanted; I actually think I did better than you expected so this pay day better be huge.”
“Yeah about that.” Jackson pauses. “There is a pay day, but it will come. Tonight was just the start of something big” says Jackson as he seems to hide away behind the doctor.
“Jackson…” Blade starts to sound infuriated as he is poked by the doctor once more. “I have a break now right? It’s time to enjoy Christmas and new Years with a few beers and a few women right? I am done.”
“Not really. Since you won tonight, I kind of signed you up for the Asylum New Year show.” Jackson tries to make his way towards the door.
“So much for my fucking break! “ Blade tries to jump up from the bench but it stopped by the doctor. “Happy new Year Jacko, I will make sure it’s one you don’t forget.”
Jackson manages to escape the room as Blade continues to flinch as his wounds are being attended to.
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So My Break isn’t what I thought it would be. New Years is about the party. Sure some people will tell you that it’s all about the family, but for me, my family is dead; the closest I get is the stripper handing me a fresh bottle of Jack with two shot glasses.
Jackson really screwed me on this. Asylum is meant to be in my past. I have no interest there what so ever as I maybe try and set my sights firmly on Johnny Rebel and the Overdrive title. That match isn’t set in stone, but when I have my way, it will come. I need some gold to match my swagger and if it means me beating up every man, woman and animal that comes my way, then that’s what I will do.
So I get booked against a female. Nothing against them, but I will never accept them as wrestlers. Sure there have been the great’s like Sally Talfourd, but at the end of the day, she still tapped out. Reginald Schmidt must know what he has let himself in for. Blade vs Brandy.
The only brandy I want is in my glass or in my Christmas pudding.
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31st December 2011
11:20PM
Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club
New Orleans, Louisiana
As per usual a separate room has been hired out in the back of one of New Orleans Premier strip clubs, only this time it is New Year’s Eve 2011. The usual door men stand at the door looking all tough to fend off fellow party goers as the door swings open. One of the dancers emerges carrying an empty tray of glasses trying to exit as fast as she can. The music blares from behind the doors and it’s getting louder by the second.
Inside the room Blade is sat at the back stretched across the bench, he has his usual amount of followers, but this time Jackson seems more flustered rather than enjoying himself.
“Hey Pete, c’mon make this your last dance, see the New Year in and then head home, you got a big day tomorrow.” Says Jackson tugging on Blade’s sleeve.
“I don’t think so; remember it was you who decided to pull me triple duty of this holiday period; First Christmas Chaos, then the Awards show, and now a special holiday edition of Asylum. You would think that I deserve to enjoy myself at some point.” Responds Blade.
“You enjoy yourself a little too often if you ask me” mutters Jackson under his breath.
“What’s that?” questions Blade after hearing Jacksons comment.
“Oh nothing.” Jackson slumps back into his seat. “But I am trying to steer your career back in the right direction. You could at least help yourself.”
“You mean by making me present an Award at some poxy award show?” Blade pauses. “I still haven’t forgiven you for that. Biggs made me look like a right ass.” States Blade as he takes another drink from the table.
“That was kind of your own fault” says Jackson as he responds to Blade’s ignorance. “You kind of pushed him into hitting you.”
“It doesn’t matter whose fault it is.” Screams Blade as he is getting more irate with Jackson. “This is meant to be the time of year where I can get my party on, relax and enjoy the view; and what a view it is tonight.
A couple of girls walk past Blade and look over their shoulders and giggle as they make their way over a set of punters.
“Look Jacko…” states Blade as he leans forward. “There aren’t many people who can sit there and say that they just retired an APW original at the biggest PPV of the year.” Blade pauses. “But I can. I made sure that Chris Cyrus won’t be stepping foot in an APW ring any time soon, and I think I deserve to celebrate it. And as for this Asylum super show, I think you know that you have probably booked me in the easiest match of my career to date; and that’s saying something as I beat Branden Harvey twice.”
“But Blade…” Jackson is interrupted.
Blade puts on a mimicking voice. “But Jacko…” Blade smirks to himself as he runs his fingers through his dreads. “Look, I get it I am fighting the newest edition of the ladies talent pool. It’s a shame because the women around here aren’t built like they use to be, they disgrace the path that Sally Talfourd set for them, but yet they still attempt to roll with the big dawgs, and yet they still get hurt.” Blade pauses. “Do you see where I am going with this?”
“Kind of…” responds Jackson
“Exactly. I am a grown man and can handle myself when I need to. Having a few extra drinks tonight, and then maybe a few more dances and then maybe a few extra drinks, this time of the year is for partying hard; maybe Brandy can come and clean the mess up here after we are done.” Blade laughs at his own comments.
“I think you misunderstand that Brandy Boyer is a bit of a threat, maybe she will even stop you dead in your tracks, and the way you are going I would say you deserve it.” Jackson says his peace and goes to leave the table before Blades thrusting hand pulls him back down into his seat. “What now!?” snaps Jackson.
“Dude, it’s all good. Trust me I got this.” Blade knocks back one of the shot glasses on the table and reaches out to grab a bottle of champagne to top up the glasses around him.
“You see Jacko, this is the beauty of everything. I can stay up as long as I like, p[arty as hard as I like and will still come out on top tomorrow; no pun intended.” Blade laughs at his own joke. “So I suggest that you take a glass, sit back and see the back end of a year that pretty much sucked.” Blade leans towards Jackson and hands him a glass of champagne.
“I have no idea why I put up with this.” Mutters Jackson.
“Neither do I” laughs blade. “Neither do I…”
Just then, one of the girls from earlier begin to walk past them once more as Blade calls out to her.
“Hey beautiful, why don’t you come over here and see the new year in?” as he poses the question he reaches out his hand for who to take, pulling her back in when she does.
“You see Jacko, make the most of what you have, because you won’t have it all forever.” Blade laughs and pulls the girl onto his knee. “So Sweetheart, what’s your name?…”
Flicking here hair back the girl replies “Brandy…”
Blade glances at Jackson and bursts out laughing.
“OH SNAP!!!!!...”
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To be continued....
