Post by blade on Apr 3, 2006 13:17:58 GMT -5
Blade walks through the airport carrying a bag his head and arms bandaged stopping to sign autographs. He quickly turns and looks at a fan that holds up a notebook. The fan asks a question as Blade’s eyes narrow.
Fan: Blade, I heard that Jason Willard is going to kick your ass before but that can I ask you to get his autograph since he is in England right now.
Blade growled angrily grabbing the fan by the throat by his shirt and slamming him against the glass window of the airport. He spoke angrily his eyes narrowed as he dropped the bag.
Blade: Let’s get one thing straight, punk, Willard is dog shit compared to me. He’s off in England hiding because of what I’m going to do to him. Now he wants to dance with the devil and play with death. I’m going to show him what it means to do that.
Fan: Well that is beside the point still I believe he is going to kick your ass.
Blade suddenly snapped kicking the fan in the gut and dropping him on his head with Blade out onto the concrete floor of the airport. Blade quickly snaps on the sharpshooter as blood pours out of the fan’s head. The fan begins to tap out as Blade screams madly rearing back on the hold.
Blade: I own you, Willard, you hear me I can kick your ass up and down that ring. That ring is my court if I kick your ass to the parking lot it’s still my court. If I kick your ass out of this town it’s my court and if I kick your ass all the way to England it’s my court over there. I am the best technical wrestler in this damn business. I own you, Willard, and your little buddy Douglas isn’t going to save you. There isn’t going to be a hostile takeover.
Blade laughs picking up the fan and throws him through the window it breaking around him. Blade quickly picks up his bag and walks around people helping the fan. Blade loads his bag into his rental car and walks back over to the fan and gives him an autograph before knocking over the stretcher that the fan is on.
Blade smirks driving off in his car as the scene closes.
Fan: Blade, I heard that Jason Willard is going to kick your ass before but that can I ask you to get his autograph since he is in England right now.
Blade growled angrily grabbing the fan by the throat by his shirt and slamming him against the glass window of the airport. He spoke angrily his eyes narrowed as he dropped the bag.
Blade: Let’s get one thing straight, punk, Willard is dog shit compared to me. He’s off in England hiding because of what I’m going to do to him. Now he wants to dance with the devil and play with death. I’m going to show him what it means to do that.
Fan: Well that is beside the point still I believe he is going to kick your ass.
Blade suddenly snapped kicking the fan in the gut and dropping him on his head with Blade out onto the concrete floor of the airport. Blade quickly snaps on the sharpshooter as blood pours out of the fan’s head. The fan begins to tap out as Blade screams madly rearing back on the hold.
Blade: I own you, Willard, you hear me I can kick your ass up and down that ring. That ring is my court if I kick your ass to the parking lot it’s still my court. If I kick your ass out of this town it’s my court and if I kick your ass all the way to England it’s my court over there. I am the best technical wrestler in this damn business. I own you, Willard, and your little buddy Douglas isn’t going to save you. There isn’t going to be a hostile takeover.
Blade laughs picking up the fan and throws him through the window it breaking around him. Blade quickly picks up his bag and walks around people helping the fan. Blade loads his bag into his rental car and walks back over to the fan and gives him an autograph before knocking over the stretcher that the fan is on.
Blade smirks driving off in his car as the scene closes.
