Post by Nick Blade on Aug 27, 2016 19:08:45 GMT -5
[We open to a close-up on Nick Blade’s face. The top of his Zero Tolerance shirt is visible and behind him it appears that he’s walking through the terminal of an airport. He’s got the strap of what appears to be a bag over his shoulder.]
Nick Blade: “GWA vlog series, take one. We’re here at the Vancouver International Airport on our way to Rogers Arena to watch Condit destroy Demian Maia. Which means obviously I have no intentions of being present for the GWA tomorrow. Mike Lio made the poor assumption on Tuesday that I live to serve his wishes and desires. For some reason he thought that because he wears my belt around, that he can just schedule matches for me in a whim and I’m required to appear for them. I guess he didn’t get the memo that he’s not the booker for the company… or that I’m Nick fucking Blade. I do what I want, whenever I want to, and it’s always according to my own time frame.
There’s been a lot of talk lately about this new era, and there’s one thing this new era can’t accomplish if I handed them a How To For Dummies book on the subject. They couldn’t sell a fight to save their lives. Mike Lio comes out and yaps about how we need to earn our place in the company, one victory later he’s out there throwing title shots at us for the next card. No, I won’t come out and wrestle you on the jobber card in front of the Denny’s Senior Citizen Discount Club. If you want the biggest star in the business, you book me for the pay-per-view in front of the world. I’m gonna get paid a premium to perform, whether you do or not.
Speaking of selling yourself like a cheap chick on prom night, I appreciate what you were going for on Spotlight with the merch. If I were Lio and my merch sales have sucked since the beginning of time, I’d probably throw together some ignorant Sea World apparel and toss it at the best wrestlers in the business to promote as well. All publicity is good publicity, right? Unfortunately, we have sponsorships in place, so I’m sure you’ll understand why you can’t afford our endorsement.
Enjoy your little show tomorrow boys. Nick Blade will be back whenever he feels like it.”
[We abruptly end.]
Nick Blade: “GWA vlog series, take one. We’re here at the Vancouver International Airport on our way to Rogers Arena to watch Condit destroy Demian Maia. Which means obviously I have no intentions of being present for the GWA tomorrow. Mike Lio made the poor assumption on Tuesday that I live to serve his wishes and desires. For some reason he thought that because he wears my belt around, that he can just schedule matches for me in a whim and I’m required to appear for them. I guess he didn’t get the memo that he’s not the booker for the company… or that I’m Nick fucking Blade. I do what I want, whenever I want to, and it’s always according to my own time frame.
There’s been a lot of talk lately about this new era, and there’s one thing this new era can’t accomplish if I handed them a How To For Dummies book on the subject. They couldn’t sell a fight to save their lives. Mike Lio comes out and yaps about how we need to earn our place in the company, one victory later he’s out there throwing title shots at us for the next card. No, I won’t come out and wrestle you on the jobber card in front of the Denny’s Senior Citizen Discount Club. If you want the biggest star in the business, you book me for the pay-per-view in front of the world. I’m gonna get paid a premium to perform, whether you do or not.
Speaking of selling yourself like a cheap chick on prom night, I appreciate what you were going for on Spotlight with the merch. If I were Lio and my merch sales have sucked since the beginning of time, I’d probably throw together some ignorant Sea World apparel and toss it at the best wrestlers in the business to promote as well. All publicity is good publicity, right? Unfortunately, we have sponsorships in place, so I’m sure you’ll understand why you can’t afford our endorsement.
Enjoy your little show tomorrow boys. Nick Blade will be back whenever he feels like it.”
[We abruptly end.]