Post by Nick Blade on Aug 21, 2016 21:42:22 GMT -5
[As we open the scene, a random GWA reporter is walking the back after Showcase trying to get an interview with wrestlers who were on the card. He’s wearing a crappy suit like only GWA could afford to pay for. Out of frame, he begins to walk up on a talent.]
“Excuse me, Blade, can I get a word with you about your match this evening with The Testimony of Truth?”
[In walks Blade. He’s broken a bit of a sweat, but he’s not out of breath. Immediately Blade snatches the microphone and pushes him aside.]
Nick Blade: “If you want a Nick Blade interview kid, you aren’t gonna be in it. You and Testimony got one thing in common: neither one of you should be in my spotlight tonight. Or my Showcase, for that matter. But the person I wanna talk about right now is Mike Lio.”
[Takes a sip from the water bottle he’s holding before he continues the thought. Blade looks straight into the camera and deadpans it with all seriousness.]
“You want to talk about how things are in this ‘new era.’ Let me tell you how things are. We had two years to do it your way. Everybody was friendly and they got along. Everybody just showed up to have a good time. They all passed the belts around and made it a fun little game of Get Us In The Hall of Fame. What did that do? Attendance was abysmal, ratings were trash, interviews like this one I’m doing right now… they were few and far between, and they couldn’t have been any worse. Social media presence was low, nobody was commenting on shit. That was two years. Zero Tolerance has been back for two weeks. Attendance is up. You got full shows again. Interviews, like the one you just cut on me, are coming out more and they’re getting better. On social media, we’re getting tons of action. Is it just dumb luck or is it that we make people care? Something you could never do.
Much like you did when you faced Doomtrain, I am sorry to disappoint you. Nick Blade is a legend in this business. A main event caliber athlete that you only dream of one day becoming. So no, I am not in your neighborhood bar, drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon with 16-year old kids who got fake IDs. I’m also not at children’s birthday parties blowing up balloon animals or at your local convenience store purchasing forty ounces of malt liquor. There’s a whole host of other dumbass places you won’t find Nick Blade. Do you know why? Because one of us is a star. Nobody gives a shit about the other one.”
[Blade pauses and looks down for a moment. He chuckles as he thinks of what he’s about to say before he lets the words come out. Suddenly Blade becomes more exaggerated. He’s acting like a parent reading a book to small child. He flails his arms around as if he’s in a comedy as he speaks.]
“Let me leave you with a story, Lio. There once was a guppy at the bottom of the ocean. Swimming around in his little guppy pool, minding his business. One day all the sharks in his part of the ocean just up and swam away. They all decided there was better food in other places. So the little guppy starts swimming around more often and he finds more food to eat without the predators around. He begins to get fat. A couple years go by and then the sharks decide to come on back to their home territory and start looking for a meal again. By this time, our friendly little guppy puffs out his chest and starts thinking he himself is a shark. What the guppy found out is the same thing you’re gonna find out when we come for those titles. All you are is a larger lunch.”
[Cut it.]
“Excuse me, Blade, can I get a word with you about your match this evening with The Testimony of Truth?”
[In walks Blade. He’s broken a bit of a sweat, but he’s not out of breath. Immediately Blade snatches the microphone and pushes him aside.]
Nick Blade: “If you want a Nick Blade interview kid, you aren’t gonna be in it. You and Testimony got one thing in common: neither one of you should be in my spotlight tonight. Or my Showcase, for that matter. But the person I wanna talk about right now is Mike Lio.”
[Takes a sip from the water bottle he’s holding before he continues the thought. Blade looks straight into the camera and deadpans it with all seriousness.]
“You want to talk about how things are in this ‘new era.’ Let me tell you how things are. We had two years to do it your way. Everybody was friendly and they got along. Everybody just showed up to have a good time. They all passed the belts around and made it a fun little game of Get Us In The Hall of Fame. What did that do? Attendance was abysmal, ratings were trash, interviews like this one I’m doing right now… they were few and far between, and they couldn’t have been any worse. Social media presence was low, nobody was commenting on shit. That was two years. Zero Tolerance has been back for two weeks. Attendance is up. You got full shows again. Interviews, like the one you just cut on me, are coming out more and they’re getting better. On social media, we’re getting tons of action. Is it just dumb luck or is it that we make people care? Something you could never do.
Much like you did when you faced Doomtrain, I am sorry to disappoint you. Nick Blade is a legend in this business. A main event caliber athlete that you only dream of one day becoming. So no, I am not in your neighborhood bar, drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon with 16-year old kids who got fake IDs. I’m also not at children’s birthday parties blowing up balloon animals or at your local convenience store purchasing forty ounces of malt liquor. There’s a whole host of other dumbass places you won’t find Nick Blade. Do you know why? Because one of us is a star. Nobody gives a shit about the other one.”
[Blade pauses and looks down for a moment. He chuckles as he thinks of what he’s about to say before he lets the words come out. Suddenly Blade becomes more exaggerated. He’s acting like a parent reading a book to small child. He flails his arms around as if he’s in a comedy as he speaks.]
“Let me leave you with a story, Lio. There once was a guppy at the bottom of the ocean. Swimming around in his little guppy pool, minding his business. One day all the sharks in his part of the ocean just up and swam away. They all decided there was better food in other places. So the little guppy starts swimming around more often and he finds more food to eat without the predators around. He begins to get fat. A couple years go by and then the sharks decide to come on back to their home territory and start looking for a meal again. By this time, our friendly little guppy puffs out his chest and starts thinking he himself is a shark. What the guppy found out is the same thing you’re gonna find out when we come for those titles. All you are is a larger lunch.”
[Cut it.]