Post by Ryan Blade on Jun 9, 2013 13:07:41 GMT
{Our screen is illuminated with the a close-up of Ryan Blade's face, slowly pulling back to show the wrestler tapping away at his phone. We pull back further and see that Ryan and his girlfriend are sitting across from one another in a booth inside a small restaurant. As the young superstar is completely focused on his phone, his girlfriend clears her throat loudly, getting his attention.}
Ryan Blade: "Huh-what?"
{Chelsea sits back in the seat, folding her arms.}
Chelsea: "You've just been sitting there looking at your phone the whole time we've been here. Some skanks on Twitter trying to get with you?"
Ryan Blade: "I mean... yeah. But who cares about Twitter skanks when you're a trending topic?!"
Chelsea: "You're trending? That's huge!"
Ryan Blade: "No, but I will be this weekend when I beat those two goons again."
Chelsea: "So you were just being purposely misleading?"
Ryan Blade: "Totally worth it too. You should have seen your face."
{Blade laughs again to himself before placing his phone down on the table.}
Ryan Blade: "The internet does seem to love me though. You should see how many fan sites I have already. People are already calling me the 'next great wrestling superstar."
Chelsea: "I know. I read your mom's blog too."
Ryan Blade: "Other people besides her, jerk."
{Just then, an attractive but approachable waitress comes up cautiously. She stands there at the table for a moment until the duo looks over at her.}
Waitress: "I hate to bug ya'll, but everyone's talking about it.... and we never get big celebrities in here or anything.... but everyone's saying you're a big time wrestler."
{Blade perks up and smirks from ear to ear. He looks over at his girlfriend and then back to the woman.}
Ryan Blade: "I guess you could say that. Everyone else is."
{He winks at the woman and she giggles.}
Waitress: "Well I'll be darned. A real life TV star in our little restaurant. Is there any chance I can get you to sign something? We'll put it up and people from all around town will come to see it!"
Ryan Blade: "How could I say no?"
{The waitress scurries off to get and paper as Ryan looks back to his girlfriend, who rolls her eyes at him.}
Ryan Blade: "Come on! You heard her! This is the biggest thing that's ever happened to this town!"
{The waitress comes back over and lays the paper and Sharpie down in front of Blade. He grabs it and writes out a message to the restaurant.}
I ate here, so you know it's good.
P.S. - Try the breakfast burrito.
- IWF's Ryan Blade
{He slides the paper over to the smiling waitress. She takes it and holds it up, before furrowing her brow. She turns the paper back towards Blade and points at it.}
Waitress: "Ryan Blade? I thought you were Andrew Jacobsen..."
Ryan Blade: "What? No."
{The waitress shrugs and heads off with the autograph, looking disappointed. Blade turns towards his girlfriend, who hides her face as she snickers a bit. After a moment of awkward silence, the waitress returns with the autograph in hand.}
Waitress: "Dale said you spelled your name wrong. It's Ryan Shane, right?"
{Ryan's face burns bright red as he quickly bolts up from his seated position. He grabs the autograph and tears it to shreds.}
Ryan Blade: "You and Dale can go screw yourselves."
{He storms off towards the door and opens it before turning back around.}
Ryan Blade: "And I lied! Your burrito tastes like crap!"
{He exits the restaurant as the rest of the customers look on in shock and amusement. Chelsea pays the bill and makes her way out, where we see Ryan sitting in the driver seat of his 1997 Honda Civic. She goes around and gets in the passenger side.}
Chelsea: "Want to talk about it?"
Ryan Blade: "....No."
{Chelsea snickers once more as we fade out.}
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"The critics have spoken, and this summer's next big blockbuster is me, Ryan Blade.
I mean, you can't go ten feet without hearing someone singing my praises. It's 'Blade is awesome this' and 'He's definitely the future that'... and it's almost too much.
...I said almost.
While there are a few guys who still haven't lost a match yet, nobody has looked as impressive doing it as I have. I step between the ropes and I make it all look so damn easy. I tell you what I'm going to do and then I step into the ring on Sunday, and I do it. It's that simple.
Guys like Joe Everyman, though... they don't seem to understand the formula.
There's just something magical about you, Everyman. You're a unicorn, a leprechaun, and a copy of the Star Wars Holiday Special rolled into one. You've managed to label yourself as 'average' and exceptional at the same time. I mean, that's what you're going for, right? You're the 'Average Joe' everyday working man, who is also the best, most ferocious wrestler in the company. How you can be so observant and oblivious at the same time... it's fantastic.
Much like Starbursts, you're a contradiction.
See Joe; I don't care what you want to call yourself. Joe Everyman or John Q. Public, it's all the same to me... because in my eyes, it's an entirely accurate label for you. You're average in every way imaginable. Average size, average looking, average in-ring skills, average wife, average kids, average career.
In case you're not getting it, what I'm saying is that you've got the market covered on average. There's nothing average about Ryan Blade.
So the fact that you can sit there and tell me about how great you are and how little I'm going to accomplish is almost a slap in the face. Because for as much as you want to believe what you're saying, Joe, you're not the best wrestling in the world.... you're not the best in IWF... and you're not even the best in the match this Sunday. Heck, you may not even be the best wrestler in your family. I hear you've got a second cousin who came in forty-third. in the Maryland State Wrestling Tournament.
I proved last week that I'm the superior man in every sense of the word last week, Everyman. Sure you weren't the one who got choked out, but you were close enough to see the eyes roll back in Eirik Ragner's head... to hear the last breaths escaping his mouth. You got to stare the future right in the face... and it's a terrifying reality, isn't it? Your entirely average life flashed before your eyes and now you come face-to-face again with something so absolute... something that can't be denied.
Take all of the second, third, and fourth chances you want, Joe, because I won't be needing them. All I need is one shot to lock the Choke Job in, and you'll be heading back to whatever hole you crawled out of. So while I move on to the finals of the Man of Steel Chase, you'll be reaching into your pocket for quarters, trying so desperately to buy another life in this video game we call IWF.
See... I can get philosophical too.
Which brings me to my good friend, Daniel Constantine. What a relief last week was for you. It must feel like a ton of bricks has been lifted off of your shoulders, right? You were riding high off of a win on the first Sacrifice, and you had a pretty big buzz building around you. People were predicting huge things for you... Spike Kane even picked you to win the whole thing.
Thank god that's all over.
No, I mean it. Thank your good buddy god for giving the world Ryan Blade, and making him beat you last week, because now, all of that hype is gone. No longer do I have to sit around and listen to you moan on and on about how you're going to be this unstoppable force who brings reckoning on Imperial. Now you're just another guy who lost his match and is now scrambling for a new gameplan.
The blood is in the water now, Danny. I've tasted victory over you and I'm going to do whatever it takes to get that taste again. Any doubt I may have had heading into last week has completely vanished. You were the unknown to me before... someone lurking in the shadows... the dark fear of what could come. Now? You're into the light and I can see you for what you truly are: completely beatable.
A false prophet.
Because for all of the hype that surrounded you, the awesomeness of Ryan Blade was just too powerful. I broke down your walls and I showed the world the real Daniel Constantine. You have no aura now. No scary veil of darkness. You're a dude in a black outfit who probably owns a thesaurus.
...The man behind the curtain.
Now we all know what you are, and you know what I am. You know that I'm the man to beat in this tournament, and you know that it's only a matter of time before you deviate from god's path and instead follow in the footsteps of Alex Kanton and Eirik Ragner. So walk along with me on the road to Bloody Assizes. But remember, Daniel: During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I choked you out.
Get it? Like the poem?
So to my two opponents this week, I say this: leave your prayers... you words of god... your second chances... and your legacies at the door. Because when it's all said and done, your beliefs don't really mean a lot.
Because boys, in life... there is only one 'Sure Thing'.
... patent still pending. This could take a while."
Ryan Blade: "Huh-what?"
{Chelsea sits back in the seat, folding her arms.}
Chelsea: "You've just been sitting there looking at your phone the whole time we've been here. Some skanks on Twitter trying to get with you?"
Ryan Blade: "I mean... yeah. But who cares about Twitter skanks when you're a trending topic?!"
Chelsea: "You're trending? That's huge!"
Ryan Blade: "No, but I will be this weekend when I beat those two goons again."
Chelsea: "So you were just being purposely misleading?"
Ryan Blade: "Totally worth it too. You should have seen your face."
{Blade laughs again to himself before placing his phone down on the table.}
Ryan Blade: "The internet does seem to love me though. You should see how many fan sites I have already. People are already calling me the 'next great wrestling superstar."
Chelsea: "I know. I read your mom's blog too."
Ryan Blade: "Other people besides her, jerk."
{Just then, an attractive but approachable waitress comes up cautiously. She stands there at the table for a moment until the duo looks over at her.}
Waitress: "I hate to bug ya'll, but everyone's talking about it.... and we never get big celebrities in here or anything.... but everyone's saying you're a big time wrestler."
{Blade perks up and smirks from ear to ear. He looks over at his girlfriend and then back to the woman.}
Ryan Blade: "I guess you could say that. Everyone else is."
{He winks at the woman and she giggles.}
Waitress: "Well I'll be darned. A real life TV star in our little restaurant. Is there any chance I can get you to sign something? We'll put it up and people from all around town will come to see it!"
Ryan Blade: "How could I say no?"
{The waitress scurries off to get and paper as Ryan looks back to his girlfriend, who rolls her eyes at him.}
Ryan Blade: "Come on! You heard her! This is the biggest thing that's ever happened to this town!"
{The waitress comes back over and lays the paper and Sharpie down in front of Blade. He grabs it and writes out a message to the restaurant.}
I ate here, so you know it's good.
P.S. - Try the breakfast burrito.
- IWF's Ryan Blade
{He slides the paper over to the smiling waitress. She takes it and holds it up, before furrowing her brow. She turns the paper back towards Blade and points at it.}
Waitress: "Ryan Blade? I thought you were Andrew Jacobsen..."
Ryan Blade: "What? No."
{The waitress shrugs and heads off with the autograph, looking disappointed. Blade turns towards his girlfriend, who hides her face as she snickers a bit. After a moment of awkward silence, the waitress returns with the autograph in hand.}
Waitress: "Dale said you spelled your name wrong. It's Ryan Shane, right?"
{Ryan's face burns bright red as he quickly bolts up from his seated position. He grabs the autograph and tears it to shreds.}
Ryan Blade: "You and Dale can go screw yourselves."
{He storms off towards the door and opens it before turning back around.}
Ryan Blade: "And I lied! Your burrito tastes like crap!"
{He exits the restaurant as the rest of the customers look on in shock and amusement. Chelsea pays the bill and makes her way out, where we see Ryan sitting in the driver seat of his 1997 Honda Civic. She goes around and gets in the passenger side.}
Chelsea: "Want to talk about it?"
Ryan Blade: "....No."
{Chelsea snickers once more as we fade out.}
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"The critics have spoken, and this summer's next big blockbuster is me, Ryan Blade.
I mean, you can't go ten feet without hearing someone singing my praises. It's 'Blade is awesome this' and 'He's definitely the future that'... and it's almost too much.
...I said almost.
While there are a few guys who still haven't lost a match yet, nobody has looked as impressive doing it as I have. I step between the ropes and I make it all look so damn easy. I tell you what I'm going to do and then I step into the ring on Sunday, and I do it. It's that simple.
Guys like Joe Everyman, though... they don't seem to understand the formula.
There's just something magical about you, Everyman. You're a unicorn, a leprechaun, and a copy of the Star Wars Holiday Special rolled into one. You've managed to label yourself as 'average' and exceptional at the same time. I mean, that's what you're going for, right? You're the 'Average Joe' everyday working man, who is also the best, most ferocious wrestler in the company. How you can be so observant and oblivious at the same time... it's fantastic.
Much like Starbursts, you're a contradiction.
See Joe; I don't care what you want to call yourself. Joe Everyman or John Q. Public, it's all the same to me... because in my eyes, it's an entirely accurate label for you. You're average in every way imaginable. Average size, average looking, average in-ring skills, average wife, average kids, average career.
In case you're not getting it, what I'm saying is that you've got the market covered on average. There's nothing average about Ryan Blade.
So the fact that you can sit there and tell me about how great you are and how little I'm going to accomplish is almost a slap in the face. Because for as much as you want to believe what you're saying, Joe, you're not the best wrestling in the world.... you're not the best in IWF... and you're not even the best in the match this Sunday. Heck, you may not even be the best wrestler in your family. I hear you've got a second cousin who came in forty-third. in the Maryland State Wrestling Tournament.
I proved last week that I'm the superior man in every sense of the word last week, Everyman. Sure you weren't the one who got choked out, but you were close enough to see the eyes roll back in Eirik Ragner's head... to hear the last breaths escaping his mouth. You got to stare the future right in the face... and it's a terrifying reality, isn't it? Your entirely average life flashed before your eyes and now you come face-to-face again with something so absolute... something that can't be denied.
Take all of the second, third, and fourth chances you want, Joe, because I won't be needing them. All I need is one shot to lock the Choke Job in, and you'll be heading back to whatever hole you crawled out of. So while I move on to the finals of the Man of Steel Chase, you'll be reaching into your pocket for quarters, trying so desperately to buy another life in this video game we call IWF.
See... I can get philosophical too.
Which brings me to my good friend, Daniel Constantine. What a relief last week was for you. It must feel like a ton of bricks has been lifted off of your shoulders, right? You were riding high off of a win on the first Sacrifice, and you had a pretty big buzz building around you. People were predicting huge things for you... Spike Kane even picked you to win the whole thing.
Thank god that's all over.
No, I mean it. Thank your good buddy god for giving the world Ryan Blade, and making him beat you last week, because now, all of that hype is gone. No longer do I have to sit around and listen to you moan on and on about how you're going to be this unstoppable force who brings reckoning on Imperial. Now you're just another guy who lost his match and is now scrambling for a new gameplan.
The blood is in the water now, Danny. I've tasted victory over you and I'm going to do whatever it takes to get that taste again. Any doubt I may have had heading into last week has completely vanished. You were the unknown to me before... someone lurking in the shadows... the dark fear of what could come. Now? You're into the light and I can see you for what you truly are: completely beatable.
A false prophet.
Because for all of the hype that surrounded you, the awesomeness of Ryan Blade was just too powerful. I broke down your walls and I showed the world the real Daniel Constantine. You have no aura now. No scary veil of darkness. You're a dude in a black outfit who probably owns a thesaurus.
...The man behind the curtain.
Now we all know what you are, and you know what I am. You know that I'm the man to beat in this tournament, and you know that it's only a matter of time before you deviate from god's path and instead follow in the footsteps of Alex Kanton and Eirik Ragner. So walk along with me on the road to Bloody Assizes. But remember, Daniel: During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I choked you out.
Get it? Like the poem?
So to my two opponents this week, I say this: leave your prayers... you words of god... your second chances... and your legacies at the door. Because when it's all said and done, your beliefs don't really mean a lot.
Because boys, in life... there is only one 'Sure Thing'.
... patent still pending. This could take a while."
Well howdy there pardner.