Post by blade on Apr 5, 2006 19:47:10 GMT -5
FADE IN
Blade slowly woke up from twisted nightmares of Douglas and his group attacking him and leaving him for dead. The phone suddenly rings and Blade picks it up hearing a familiar voice.
VOICE: It's so cute when even the most psychopathic freaks are afraid of themselves.
Blade’s eyes narrow angrily as he clenches the phone with white-knuckle fists as he growls his reply his eyes bloodshot.
Blade: I hear the voice of the stupid commissioner who screwed me out of title shots in the HHW a long time ago.
LAIMAN: Always so eager to blame other people for your own shortcomings, aren't you?
Blade: You should talk, Laiman, you had Sinn and J-Pac interfere in two title matches of mine. You're damn lucky I didn't retire your ass.
LAIMAN: Oh, how many times I've heard that before. I'm sure it won't be the last. Everyone's so interested in my retirement that they seem to forget why I haven't... because every time someone says that, I tend to ruin their career. So listen, Freddy... Sinn interfered because he hates you. J-Pac interfered because he didn't know the difference between you and the rubber ball he was chasing down the hall that day. Need you forget that I was FEUDING with Sinn at the time, kid? If I wanted to have you attacked, I'd do it myself.
Blade: You tried that before when you ran with Cranston's group and when I challenged you to a match, you tucked your tail between your legs and ran off. That's your style, isn't it, Laiman? Always hide behind people and attack? When Cranston was attacking me, at least he had the guts to face me in a match. You never did face me, did you?
LAIMAN: Let's see... Why haven't I ever faced you in the match, hmmm? Probably because I didn't feel like paying off the lawsuits from permanently disabling you from doing any kind of work that requires moving whatsoever. You see it as running off, I see it as you're on one level and I'm on a totally different one. But save your hostility for where it might do something good, for I'm here to help you.
Blade: Let me guess, you’re the one behind Douglas and his group, and you want me to join you? I seem to remember Halsted made an offer very similar to that a long time ago and I turned him down. What makes you think I will ever consider helping you out, even though I do hate Lantlas and Seth Sinn as much as I hate Douglas and you.
LAIMAN: You really don't pay attention to anything, do you? Douglas and I get along about as well as you and I do. I have no intentions of joining you; I'm here to manage Geno to a world championship. What I do know is you're booked to team with Lantlas and Seth Sinn at this coming Pay-Per-View, and if you screw up and cost them the match, they will kill you. What I'm here to do is bring out the Blade that's going to have any chance in hell against guys like Douglas, Nightmare, and Willard, because the way you're acting now, the only reason they'll be in the hospital is rupturing their own ribs after laughing too hard from listening to you talk.
Blade: You forget one thing before HHW closed down you and Geno were two of my prime suspects in the screw job. Do you really think I can trust you after the shit you and Geno pulled on me in the HHW? You let a lot of people interfere in my matches in the HHW and didn't do a damn thing about it. You even let your chosen contender interfere and when he became champion, you couldn't control him. Now you want me to join you in destroying Douglas and his little group. So far you haven't given me a damn good enough reason.
LAIMAN: Think of it this way, what the hell do I have to gain from screwing you over? I'm a nineteen-time world champion who's won more matches than you've watched on Youtube. Now, true... It would be a good laugh to beat the hell out of you, but I don't need to. And as for the interference, it's not my job to defend you from interference. Everyone deals with it, if you can't fend for yourself; you're in the wrong profession. The way I see it, you've got nothing to lose.
Blade: You're wrong there, Laiman, Douglas and his group dragged me into this war. I didn't want to have anything to do with it. They could have dragged Kri or you or even Geno into it. The only reason Douglas dragged me into it because deep down inside he knows he never beat me in the HHW. If it wasn't for Seth Sinn hitting me in the head with a steel chair, Douglas wouldn't have won our match; I will be more worried about yourself and Geno when they turned their attention to you.
LAIMAN: Kid, you really like to deflect the attention away from reality, so let me break this down real smooth for you... I saw you get involved with Douglas, and whether you wanted to be or not, you're in it. But figure it this way kid, this is a chance for you to break out, a chance for you to shine. You've got two of the best wrestlers in the world on your team, and this match will make or break you. I have nothing to worry about; I could take all three of those dipshits at once. The question is, can you? But oh, that's right... You don't need any help. Your record proves that. So I'll just leave you to ponder if you want to remain a blissful stuttering pathetic excuse for a wrestling retard, or if you want to be a man for once and accept my help... So until then, amigo, have fun getting owned.
Blade hears Laiman hang up on him. Blade slams the receiver down, growling at Laiman.
He slowly stands and walks into the bathroom of his apartment and turns on the water of the sink looking into the mirror his normally blue eyes bloodshot and crazy. He quickly splashed water on his face before looking back up seeing Douglas’s face looking at him in the mirror. Blade then speaks to the mirror his eyes staring into Douglas’s eyes.
Blade: You think I’m sick and dumb do you? You think I can’t take you? You forget I kicked your ass in the HHW all the time and it is eating you up inside. You could never admit to yourself that I was better then you at playing mind games. Now you want to start a war with me that you can’t win. You can ask Cranston and see what he has to say about going to war with me. I have gone to war with the best in the business and came out the toughest and best submission wrestler of them all. You are nothing to me, Douglas; I am still better then you in all aspects. I can kick your ass in any match you pick. I am sick in some ways and so are you. You and Willard wanted to see the bad part of me the part of me that I locked away when I left the HHW. Well I have unlocked it and now you and your two buddies have to deal with it.
Blade: This war has just started between us, Douglas. I have two people on my side that I hate above all else and have problems with. It’s no lie that Lantlas and me have problems between us. Lantlas knows this and so do I but we both have mutual respect for each other. He beat me in my first boiler room brawl but also I came back for more. I have problems with Seth as well since he cost me my shot at the World title several times in the HHW. You think I’m not prepared to go to hell with you. I have been to Hell before and it is no picnic. I barely made it back from Hell and it almost killed me. I went there in several grueling matches while you were hiding. My whole body is covered with scars from Hell. You and Willard chose the wrong person to screw around with. I am the Angel of Pain and am also known as the Wolf. The fans will see who can beat which animal is mightier: the wolf or the wolverine.
Blade then slams his fist into the mirror breaking it and then smiled looking at his fist blood coming from it as he licked the blood from it. He spoke once again to the water in the sink.
Blade: There is nothing-sweeter then blood in this world, Douglas. You will learn that when I burst your ass open at Trauma and the same at Hostile Takeover. Your Hell has just begun.
Blade begins to laugh madly as he empties the bloody water out of the sink it turning into a whirlpool of blood.
FADE OUT
Blade slowly woke up from twisted nightmares of Douglas and his group attacking him and leaving him for dead. The phone suddenly rings and Blade picks it up hearing a familiar voice.
VOICE: It's so cute when even the most psychopathic freaks are afraid of themselves.
Blade’s eyes narrow angrily as he clenches the phone with white-knuckle fists as he growls his reply his eyes bloodshot.
Blade: I hear the voice of the stupid commissioner who screwed me out of title shots in the HHW a long time ago.
LAIMAN: Always so eager to blame other people for your own shortcomings, aren't you?
Blade: You should talk, Laiman, you had Sinn and J-Pac interfere in two title matches of mine. You're damn lucky I didn't retire your ass.
LAIMAN: Oh, how many times I've heard that before. I'm sure it won't be the last. Everyone's so interested in my retirement that they seem to forget why I haven't... because every time someone says that, I tend to ruin their career. So listen, Freddy... Sinn interfered because he hates you. J-Pac interfered because he didn't know the difference between you and the rubber ball he was chasing down the hall that day. Need you forget that I was FEUDING with Sinn at the time, kid? If I wanted to have you attacked, I'd do it myself.
Blade: You tried that before when you ran with Cranston's group and when I challenged you to a match, you tucked your tail between your legs and ran off. That's your style, isn't it, Laiman? Always hide behind people and attack? When Cranston was attacking me, at least he had the guts to face me in a match. You never did face me, did you?
LAIMAN: Let's see... Why haven't I ever faced you in the match, hmmm? Probably because I didn't feel like paying off the lawsuits from permanently disabling you from doing any kind of work that requires moving whatsoever. You see it as running off, I see it as you're on one level and I'm on a totally different one. But save your hostility for where it might do something good, for I'm here to help you.
Blade: Let me guess, you’re the one behind Douglas and his group, and you want me to join you? I seem to remember Halsted made an offer very similar to that a long time ago and I turned him down. What makes you think I will ever consider helping you out, even though I do hate Lantlas and Seth Sinn as much as I hate Douglas and you.
LAIMAN: You really don't pay attention to anything, do you? Douglas and I get along about as well as you and I do. I have no intentions of joining you; I'm here to manage Geno to a world championship. What I do know is you're booked to team with Lantlas and Seth Sinn at this coming Pay-Per-View, and if you screw up and cost them the match, they will kill you. What I'm here to do is bring out the Blade that's going to have any chance in hell against guys like Douglas, Nightmare, and Willard, because the way you're acting now, the only reason they'll be in the hospital is rupturing their own ribs after laughing too hard from listening to you talk.
Blade: You forget one thing before HHW closed down you and Geno were two of my prime suspects in the screw job. Do you really think I can trust you after the shit you and Geno pulled on me in the HHW? You let a lot of people interfere in my matches in the HHW and didn't do a damn thing about it. You even let your chosen contender interfere and when he became champion, you couldn't control him. Now you want me to join you in destroying Douglas and his little group. So far you haven't given me a damn good enough reason.
LAIMAN: Think of it this way, what the hell do I have to gain from screwing you over? I'm a nineteen-time world champion who's won more matches than you've watched on Youtube. Now, true... It would be a good laugh to beat the hell out of you, but I don't need to. And as for the interference, it's not my job to defend you from interference. Everyone deals with it, if you can't fend for yourself; you're in the wrong profession. The way I see it, you've got nothing to lose.
Blade: You're wrong there, Laiman, Douglas and his group dragged me into this war. I didn't want to have anything to do with it. They could have dragged Kri or you or even Geno into it. The only reason Douglas dragged me into it because deep down inside he knows he never beat me in the HHW. If it wasn't for Seth Sinn hitting me in the head with a steel chair, Douglas wouldn't have won our match; I will be more worried about yourself and Geno when they turned their attention to you.
LAIMAN: Kid, you really like to deflect the attention away from reality, so let me break this down real smooth for you... I saw you get involved with Douglas, and whether you wanted to be or not, you're in it. But figure it this way kid, this is a chance for you to break out, a chance for you to shine. You've got two of the best wrestlers in the world on your team, and this match will make or break you. I have nothing to worry about; I could take all three of those dipshits at once. The question is, can you? But oh, that's right... You don't need any help. Your record proves that. So I'll just leave you to ponder if you want to remain a blissful stuttering pathetic excuse for a wrestling retard, or if you want to be a man for once and accept my help... So until then, amigo, have fun getting owned.
Blade hears Laiman hang up on him. Blade slams the receiver down, growling at Laiman.
He slowly stands and walks into the bathroom of his apartment and turns on the water of the sink looking into the mirror his normally blue eyes bloodshot and crazy. He quickly splashed water on his face before looking back up seeing Douglas’s face looking at him in the mirror. Blade then speaks to the mirror his eyes staring into Douglas’s eyes.
Blade: You think I’m sick and dumb do you? You think I can’t take you? You forget I kicked your ass in the HHW all the time and it is eating you up inside. You could never admit to yourself that I was better then you at playing mind games. Now you want to start a war with me that you can’t win. You can ask Cranston and see what he has to say about going to war with me. I have gone to war with the best in the business and came out the toughest and best submission wrestler of them all. You are nothing to me, Douglas; I am still better then you in all aspects. I can kick your ass in any match you pick. I am sick in some ways and so are you. You and Willard wanted to see the bad part of me the part of me that I locked away when I left the HHW. Well I have unlocked it and now you and your two buddies have to deal with it.
Blade: This war has just started between us, Douglas. I have two people on my side that I hate above all else and have problems with. It’s no lie that Lantlas and me have problems between us. Lantlas knows this and so do I but we both have mutual respect for each other. He beat me in my first boiler room brawl but also I came back for more. I have problems with Seth as well since he cost me my shot at the World title several times in the HHW. You think I’m not prepared to go to hell with you. I have been to Hell before and it is no picnic. I barely made it back from Hell and it almost killed me. I went there in several grueling matches while you were hiding. My whole body is covered with scars from Hell. You and Willard chose the wrong person to screw around with. I am the Angel of Pain and am also known as the Wolf. The fans will see who can beat which animal is mightier: the wolf or the wolverine.
Blade then slams his fist into the mirror breaking it and then smiled looking at his fist blood coming from it as he licked the blood from it. He spoke once again to the water in the sink.
Blade: There is nothing-sweeter then blood in this world, Douglas. You will learn that when I burst your ass open at Trauma and the same at Hostile Takeover. Your Hell has just begun.
Blade begins to laugh madly as he empties the bloody water out of the sink it turning into a whirlpool of blood.
FADE OUT