Post by Blade on Jan 1, 2012 14:48:05 GMT -4
“New Year's is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls and humbug resolutions...”
- Mark Twain
- Mark Twain
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The last you saw of me, I had just hit the jackpot with a hot little dancer called Brandy; much to my surprise it wasn’t the Brandy I am facing on the first Asylum of the year; Kind of lucky for me because this Brandy came out on top all night long.
I try and remember how I saw the New Year in, but if I’m honest, the alcohol still clouds my vision and my head is still thumping constantly. I want to say it was a good night, but when it comes down to it, I must say it was a great night because I don’t remember much of it. I remember Jackson getting all frustrated because he wanted an early night and getting angry at me because I wanted to do what I do best and that is to party.
I guess this is the time where I wish everyone a Happy New Year, but in all honesty, the only person I want to have a happy year is me. I wish nothing but the worst luck on all of the wrestlers in the APW talent pool, and Asylum, hopefully this is the last you will see of me.
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Sunday January 1st
11:40AM
New Orleans Arena
New Orleans, Louisiana
Backstage at the New Orleans Arena, a press conference area has been set up for the members of the APW roster who have signed up for the Asylum super show. A few notable members of the APW staff are sat around with their pens and clipboards along with some members of the local press looking to get a few quotes for the sports pages in tomorrow’s paper.
Jackson Stead, Blade’s road agent is sat at the front looking impatiently at his watch , he keeps turning to look at the door, but still there is no sign of Blade. Phil the APW.com news reporter pipes up from the back.
“Jackson, I get that I kept you and Blade waiting just before Christmas, but he is now nearly forty minutes late, can we expect him to make an appearance at any time today, or should we just move onto the next wrestler?” questions Phil as he looks over his glasses.
“He will be here… I think…” Jackson looks at his watch one more time. “If you have any questions and would like to start, I’m sure I can possibly answer some of them for you…”
A few of the reporters are starting to look impatient, but take Jacksons forwardness as an attempt to not waste any more of their time. One of the paper reporters gets to her feet, and adjusts herself before questioning Jackson.
“Hi, I’m Jenny from the Times – Picayune, I understand your wrestler Blade has had problems in the past, but everyone was lead to believe they were all behind him. Is this the start of him slipping back into his old ways?” Jenny stares at Jackson as he has a blank expression on his face.
“No Ma’am…” responds Jackson. “Blade is just starting to get back to the top of his game, and I can assure you his absence here is purely down to him being under the weather…” As Jackson responds, Jenny quickly interrupts.
“So you are saying it has nothing to do with this.” Jenny flicks a page over in her notepad to find what she is looking for. “And I quote directly from Blade’s twitter account… ‘Liquor, Women and Partying, Happy New year…’ Jenny flicks back to her original spot and awaits Jackson’s response.
Clearing his throat. “Ahem, maybe he was out a little late last night, but he will be here tonight ready to show Asylum what he is made of. New Orleans won’t know what has his them when Blade takes center stage tonight. He has never been more ready and Brandy Boyer won’t know what has hit her when that bell rings.”
Jenny takes here seat as Phil stands once more.
“Well I for one will be reporting this, and you can guarantee that brandy will be gaining my full support when I write this column for the website…” Phil is interrupted by someone screaming through the door.
“DID SOME ONE SAY BRANDY?!?” Blade comes crashing through the doors still sporting the same clothes from the club last night and carrying a sports bag on his shoulder. “I’ll take one…”
“Oh Blade…” claims Jackson as he hurry’s from behind the table and makes his way over to Blade shouting as he goes. “This interview is over!!”
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Sunday January 1st
Pre Asylum
New Orleans Arena
New Orleans, Louisiana
Stood in front of the Asylum promotional material is Blade; tonight he sports some blacked out shades to hide his eyes and is grasping a coffee cup in one hand. He still appears to be shaking from the effects of lack of sleep and alcohol, but has made it to the arena for his pre match interview.
“So I take it that most of you didn’t think I would be appearing here in New Orleans tonight?”
The sound of the fans booing Blade can be heard.
“I don’t blame you, I very nearly didn’t make it and my motel is just around the corner. Don’t expect me to be different just because that’s what you want, expect the expected and let Blade enjoy himself. It doesn’t worry me that you all thought you would be one match down on the show tonight, and if I am being honest, it’s probably one match you could do without.”
Blade takes a sip from his coffee cup and runs his fingers through his dread locks.
“Brandy Boyer…”
Blade pauses and laughs out loud.
“…or as some of the guys are calling you in the back; Brandy Boner. Maybe you do resemble that chick from last night more than I thought, but that’s beside the point.”
Flexing his muscles, Blade grins and he raises the shades onto the top of his head.
“I hear you went home for the holidays, and maybe that’s where you should have stayed. Sure you had a great debut match at Christmas Chaos, but that wasn’t even aired because it wasn’t good enough to be on the show, doesn’t that tell you something already?”
“I can imagine you at home with your family for the holidays, all nestled around a tree, drinking cups of egg nog and signing Christmas carols until your heart’s content. Sat there in your pretty little frock and a massive red bow in your hair the biggest grin on your face as you wished times would never change; well that sucks for you because times have changed and you will soon be just another statistic, a pretty face that will be forgotten and you will only have yourself to blame.”
The fans are booing Blade louder now as he can hear them and tries to shake it off. He points at the camera and shakes his finger.
“From what I hear, Mr. Dangerous carried your ass in that tag match at Christmas Chaos, so to me that says you pose no threat. Your accomplishments from the past don’t count here in APW and you only have the reputation you make for yourself so if you want anyone to start taking you seriously, then I suggest you shut up and listen for a moment.”
“Times around the fire are nice and cozy, but when you set foot in the ring you step out of your comfort zone and you step into the real world; you step into my world. I may have the party lifestyle that everyone wants to have, but are too cautious because they think they may become something big, they don’t want to ruin their hopes and dreams, but me; I like to live on the wild side. The minute the bell rings and my name is announced as the winner I will leave, go take a shower and head straight back to the bar because that’s how I roll. People may think that I am a washed up drunk, but they are far from the truth. I like to live my life like every day is the last day I will set foot on this earth, and to me a win is a win and a loss is a loss; at the end of the day I still collect my pay check and go on my way.”
Making the universal sign of money with his left hand Blade chuckles to himself and continues
“However Brandy, I don’t see you as the type of girl that will just flash some skin and roll over; although what you do in your spare time is up to you. Maybe after we have finished here tonight in the ring, you head back to Flynt’s with me and I’ll see if I can make your night? Deal?”
“The truth is, I have seen many a female come to APW with high hopes, thinking that they can follow in the footsteps that Sally Talfourd laid for them; but each time I see them fail. Sally has some big shoes to fill, even for a lady; but where do you put yourself Brandy? You think you can come here and stomp a hole in the whole of the talent pool? You think you will be carrying some gold around to say you have achieved greatness; well let me tell you those things don’t come easy. Maybe it’s just too much work for some, and I definitely see it as being too much work for you.”
Blade drops his glasses back over his eyes and crumples his cup up tossing it aside.
“Let me leave you with this. You can come out tonight and play with the big boys, but next time you pass me in the back, don’t forget blow me a kiss, flash them pearly whites and don’t forgot I take my coffee black with two sugars.”
Blade blows a kiss at the camera
“Goodnight Sweetheart.”
Fade to Static
