Post by Ryan Blade on Jul 14, 2013 11:40:40 GMT
{Open on a shot of Ryan Blade sitting in waiting area of an office, thumbing through a two year old copy of People Magazine. He reads something and turns his head to his girlfriend, Chelsea, who is fooling around with her phone, before looking back at the magazine and shaking his head.}
Ryan Blade: "That Jennifer Aniston. She's never going to find love, is she?"
{Just then, the receptionist calls out to get his attention.}
Receptionist "Mister Archer is ready to see you now."
Ryan Blade: "Great."
{As he stands, he looks down to his girlfriend for support.}
Chelsea: "Good luck."
{Blade winks at her before walking over to the receptionists' desk. He reaches into the front pocket of his jeans and pulls out some cash, taking some and putting the rest back in his pocket. He lays a five dollar bill down on the desk as the receptionist looks up from her phone call.}
Ryan Blade: "Keep up the good work."
{She looks at him, confused as he heads to Marcus Archer's office. Blade cautiously opens the door to the office and looks in, where his boss sees him and ends his phone call, before greeting the wrestler.}
Marcus Archer "Come in, Ryan."
{Ryan walks into the room and the diminutive Head of the Man of Steel Division stands up from behind his desk and extends his hand. Blade grabs it and shakes.}
Ryan Blade: "Mister Archer... or Sterling. I can call you Sterling, right? And your office is definitely referred to as 'The Danger Zone', correct?"
Marcus Archer "It's Mister Archer. In fact, my name isn't even Sterling, so I'm not sure where you're getting that from."
Ryan Blade: "It's a reference to a show. You see there's this show called Archer, and he's like.. a super spy and..."
{Blade looks at his boss and realizes he's already getting annoyed.}
Ryan Blade: "And I'll shut up so we can get to business."
Marcus Archer "Yes, please. Sit down."
{Blade sits down in the chair in front of the bosses' desk and starts to make himself at home by putting his feet up, but he immediately thinks twice about it.}
Marcus Archer "So what did you need to talk to me about?"
Ryan Blade: "Sir. Two weeks ago when I was representing our Man of Steel Division against Xavier Cross, I'm sure you saw what happened. That little weasel, Andrew Jacobsen attacked me like a total coward, and cost me that match. He made not only the Man of Steel Division look weak, but he cost me a win over the Heavyweight Champion. It was total bullcrap, Ster... sir."
Marcus Archer "Of course I saw what happened, but I'm not sure what your point is."
Ryan Blade: "Why didn't you punish him? What kind of chump attacks someone from behind like that?"
Marcus Archer "Ryan, if I'm not mistaken, didn't you do the same thing to Jacobsen at the Bloody Assizes Pay-Per-View?"
Ryan Blade: "Totally different circumstances, your highness. I went out there to make a statement that night, and then I told him to come and get me if he wanted revenge. I gave him an open challenge, and instead of being a man, he screwed me over."
{Blade looks down at his hands and back up.}
Ryan Blade: "I'm thinking that deserves at least... a three month suspension."
Marcus Archer "Three months? Don't you think that's extreme?"
Ryan Blade: "You have to make an example of him, sir. You have to show the other numbskulls in the back that you can't just go around cheapshotting the champion like that."
Marcus Archer "While I do agree that everyone shouldn't be running around, blindsiding each other, I have to disagree that what Jacobsen did warranted a suspension. In fact, what he did was make people even more interested in a potential match between the two of you. Not only do we want to see who the best wrestler is, but we also want to see this bad blood boil over between you. If you ask me, I think this Andrew Jacobsen did me a big favor in the marketing department. Whenever you two eventually lock up, it's going to do big numbers in buys. Trust me."
Ryan Blade: "I want the match as much as anyone, but not under these circumstances. Not with him trying to goad me into it. I'm the champion. I don't drop down to other peoples' demands. What kind of face of this division would I be if I just let anyone sucker me into a fight? I'll fight Jacobsen, but I want it to be on my terms, not because he wants to stick his Canadian nose into my business."
Marcus Archer "He's from Minnesota, isn't he?"
Ryan Blade: "It's basically the same place."
{Archer sits forward in his desk, putting his fingertips together.}
Marcus Archer "I don't even know why you're so up-in-arms over the whole situation in the first place. Andrew has a Heavyweight Title Contendership match on Sacrifice anyway. If he wins that, obviously, you won't have to deal with him anyway."
Ryan Blade: "Yeah. That guy is going to beat Xander.... Look sir.... I didn't want to say anything, but I'm pretty sure Jacobsen's on illegal drugs."
Marcus Archer "Really? On what grounds do you make these claims?"
Ryan Blade: "... I've got a gut feeling about these things. Remember Barry Bonds? Called that one too."
{Archer shakes his head and looks more annoyed than ever.}
Marcus Archer "You started the whole thing when you set out to prove that you're the best Man of Steel wrestler on the planet. You attacked him, he attacked you. People want to see you two lock up, and when the time is right, it's going to happen. Until then, you wrestle who I say, when I say. Got it?"
Ryan Blade: "I don't have a problem with beating Jacobsen, just like I beat everyone else. I just thought you would do something about him instead of letting him attack people willy-nilly."
{Blade sits back and looks cockily at his boss.}
Ryan Blade: "I'm representing your division, but you're not doing a very good job of representing me, sir."
Marcus Archer "Are you questioning the way I do my job?"
{Blade sees the look in Archer's eyes and backs down.}
Ryan Blade: "Of course not. I'm just hoping that in future instances, you take a more hardnosed approach to discipline. This place will turn into Lord of the Flies if we don't get some leadership."
Marcus Archer "I'm fully aware of the hazards of mis-management, Ryan. Is there anything else you wanted to talk about? I've got a packed schedule today."
Ryan Blade: "As a matter of fact, I was thinking today that as Man of Steel Champion, I should get a reserved parking spot at every arena."
Marcus Archer "...No."
Ryan Blade: "My own personal masseuse to go on the road with me?"
Marcus Archer "...."
Ryan Blade: "....I'll be going now."
Marcus Archer "Well thanks for stopping by, and I'll take everything into consideration."
{Blade gets up and starts to walk towards the door, before turning back around.}
Ryan Blade: "So that's a 'maybe' on the masseuse?"
{Archer says nothing, and Blade exits the room. He heads back to the lobby and his girlfriend spies him.}
Chelsea: "How'd it go?"
Ryan Blade: "I'd say it went pretty well...."
{Fade out.}
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"I guess I must have really pissed someone off last week when I embarrassed IWF's hand-picked golden boy backstage, because last week I got the week off, and this week? Three opponents. Three guys who want nothing more than to give me my first loss and make me look like a chump. Men who've laid awake all week since the card was announced and thought about how great it would feel to beat that young punk everyone's talking about... and then having nightmares about what's actually going to happen on Monday night.
I'd call myself your personal boogeyman, but I'm too damn good looking to be a monster.
See... when it comes to Imperial, I'm kind of the big game around here. I'm the guy with the gold on one shoulder, and a chip on the other. Everyone wants to be the guy to ultimately shut me up, and this week, three lucky men get the opportunity to blaze a new trail. Unfortunately for those same guys, they'll ultimately following in the footsteps of everyone whose tried before.
You're too blinded by the gold to see the pit of despair and broken dreams that's resting right in front of my feet. So when you step into that ring, fail, and see yourselves trapped with the skeletons of Daniel Constantine and Seth Evans... keep your horrified screams down. Because I'm going to be up here, saying 'I told you so', yet again.
No one ever learns from past mistakes. The get repeated over, and over, and over again, until that failure is accepted being totally normal. Eventually losing to me is going to feel like second nature to the IWF roster.
Death, taxes, and Ryan Blade winning. The inevitables of life.
So step up to the plate, JackHammer, because I'm about to hit you in the brain with a ninety-five mile per hour fastball, called truth."
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"You're basically the opposite of everything I am, Hamz. You're big, mean, ugly looking son of a gun who seems like he could rip the earth in half if he wanted to.... the kind of guy you don't want to run into in a back alley... the type of wrestler who would be nearly unbeatable. But I guess what they say is true...
Looks can be deceiving.
Because while I'm running through this roster like a buzzsaw, you still haven't won a single match. Holy crap how is that possible? I figured you'd trip and fall on somebody at some point and win a match by accident or something. I guess I just make winning look so easy that I forget that not everyone can do what I do. So let me break it down for you, Hammer.
Step 1: Use fists to hurt people.
Step 2: Slam hard. JackHammer big!
Step 3: Hold opponent down for three seconds.
Step 4: A winner is you!
See, you lovable idiot, it's not that hard at all. You practice it over the next few weeks and maybe you could be just as good as I am!
Okay... obviously that's impossible, but I'm sure you're just as oblivious as ever and you actually think you're going to win on Sacrifice, because you're bigger, stronger, and... well... big and strong pretty much cover everything you bring to the table. But when it comes right down to it, you're not so big when you're getting your brain stomped out through your nose. Seven feet can only get you so far, but I've got 13 inches of boot with your name on it."
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"Next, the man who has been wrestling since I was watching Power Rangers and playing with Legos, Jake Keeton. A man who I've actually grown to respect a little bit in my time here. See, a lot of people don't know this, but in the first few weeks of Imperial, Keeton actually reached out to me on Twitter. He offered me words of encouragement, and even gave me, the rookie, a few tips on how to make it in the big word of professional wrestling.
I really do see all that you've done in this business, Jake, and if I stick around half as long as you have, I'd consider that a successful career, but let's not kid ourselves here... you're not the same man you used to be. Everyone looks at you and sees a grizzled old vet who is still kicking ass well into his late sixties, but I see the years of hard living and bad decisions in the face of a fading star. You've been traveling the roads and doing the same things for years, and now you're staring your wrestling twilight right in the face, and you're not backing down.
I am that twilight, Jake.
Because you see Ryan Blade, and you see what this business is now, and you're determined to keep up. But truthfully, you know there's no way you'll ever be able to do what I do ever again. You can look at me and say 'I see some of myself in you, kid', but you know that Jake Keeton in the prime of his life compared to Ryan Blade, the Man of Steel champion of today is like comparing a rock to an autographed picture of Bob Saget.
Meaning, it makes no god damn sense. They don't compare.
I don't know though, old man. Maybe on your best day twenty years ago you could have stood a chance... but this Monday in that ring with this Man of Steel? All the experience and will to win in the world can't substitute for absolute god given ability. And through all of this that I'm saying, you're still someone for me to look up to, Jake. In the way that people look at those 'Truth' anti-smoking ads. Because I don't want to be the next Jake Keeton. I'm going to be the ONLY Ryan Blade.
No disrespect, Jake, but I'm better than you. I've got the gold to prove it."
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"And finally we come to the man himself, Alex Jones.
I didn't know much about you coming into Imperial, but we rolled out the red carpet and made you out to be a big star, so I figured 'Wow. This guy must be awesome.' I mean... it's not every day you get to wrestle with the final legitimate World Champion of NCW. It's a moment that your tell your grandkids about fifty years from now.
Except you've been... what's the world I'm looking for here?
Oh yeah. A massive disappointment.
It's clear to the world that you're a talented guy, or else you wouldn't be where you are today, but what you've done so far has been nothing short of underwhelming. You came in with what I've been told was your signature 'douchey' attitude, and now you're playing the 'I'm a good guy! Honest!' routine.
It truly is the Hallmark Channel story for the ages. Former champion with a blackheart turns his life around and wins the love of millions of fans.
I get choked up just thinking about it.
Let's be real for a moment, Alex. You're changing your story out of convience, not because you had a big life-changing moment. You see that you've been basically a failure so far here, and you realize that it's a lot easier to suck and be loved, than to suck and be ridiculed for it. You don't want to be a laughing stock like JackHammer, so you're playing the nice guy role and hoping everyone forgets just how little you've done up until this point.
Well much like another famous Man of Steel, I must have x-ray vision, because I see right through you, AJ.
But if I'm wrong and you actually are trying to turn over a new life and find out who you are and what you're all about.... That inner conflict you're feeling? It's making you an even easier win than you'd be otherwise. While you're fighting yourself, I'm going to be stepping into that ring with the same confidence I have every single week. You may not know what you are, but I know exactly what I am.
...Unbeatable.
...A champion.
...A sure thing.
And it's not a diss on you, because you're probably as good as everything thinks you are, but just like JackHammer and Jake Keeton, you're not good enough. You can be Alex Jones: 'Certified Douche' or Alex Jones: 'I'm Cool Now, Ya'll', but when the final bell rings on Monday, the only title that will really matter is Alex Jones: 'Loser to Ryan Blade'.
I'd say it's an exclusive club you're joining, but let's be honest... it's filling up quickly.
And it's a total sausagefest.
Each of you three brings something unique to this match. Whether it's unbridled strength, unrivaled wisdom, or an unmistakable history of success... but when Sacrifice rolls around, I'm going to show you that none of that matters.
I don't just say that I'm the best. I prove it."
Ryan Blade: "That Jennifer Aniston. She's never going to find love, is she?"
{Just then, the receptionist calls out to get his attention.}
Receptionist "Mister Archer is ready to see you now."
Ryan Blade: "Great."
{As he stands, he looks down to his girlfriend for support.}
Chelsea: "Good luck."
{Blade winks at her before walking over to the receptionists' desk. He reaches into the front pocket of his jeans and pulls out some cash, taking some and putting the rest back in his pocket. He lays a five dollar bill down on the desk as the receptionist looks up from her phone call.}
Ryan Blade: "Keep up the good work."
{She looks at him, confused as he heads to Marcus Archer's office. Blade cautiously opens the door to the office and looks in, where his boss sees him and ends his phone call, before greeting the wrestler.}
Marcus Archer "Come in, Ryan."
{Ryan walks into the room and the diminutive Head of the Man of Steel Division stands up from behind his desk and extends his hand. Blade grabs it and shakes.}
Ryan Blade: "Mister Archer... or Sterling. I can call you Sterling, right? And your office is definitely referred to as 'The Danger Zone', correct?"
Marcus Archer "It's Mister Archer. In fact, my name isn't even Sterling, so I'm not sure where you're getting that from."
Ryan Blade: "It's a reference to a show. You see there's this show called Archer, and he's like.. a super spy and..."
{Blade looks at his boss and realizes he's already getting annoyed.}
Ryan Blade: "And I'll shut up so we can get to business."
Marcus Archer "Yes, please. Sit down."
{Blade sits down in the chair in front of the bosses' desk and starts to make himself at home by putting his feet up, but he immediately thinks twice about it.}
Marcus Archer "So what did you need to talk to me about?"
Ryan Blade: "Sir. Two weeks ago when I was representing our Man of Steel Division against Xavier Cross, I'm sure you saw what happened. That little weasel, Andrew Jacobsen attacked me like a total coward, and cost me that match. He made not only the Man of Steel Division look weak, but he cost me a win over the Heavyweight Champion. It was total bullcrap, Ster... sir."
Marcus Archer "Of course I saw what happened, but I'm not sure what your point is."
Ryan Blade: "Why didn't you punish him? What kind of chump attacks someone from behind like that?"
Marcus Archer "Ryan, if I'm not mistaken, didn't you do the same thing to Jacobsen at the Bloody Assizes Pay-Per-View?"
Ryan Blade: "Totally different circumstances, your highness. I went out there to make a statement that night, and then I told him to come and get me if he wanted revenge. I gave him an open challenge, and instead of being a man, he screwed me over."
{Blade looks down at his hands and back up.}
Ryan Blade: "I'm thinking that deserves at least... a three month suspension."
Marcus Archer "Three months? Don't you think that's extreme?"
Ryan Blade: "You have to make an example of him, sir. You have to show the other numbskulls in the back that you can't just go around cheapshotting the champion like that."
Marcus Archer "While I do agree that everyone shouldn't be running around, blindsiding each other, I have to disagree that what Jacobsen did warranted a suspension. In fact, what he did was make people even more interested in a potential match between the two of you. Not only do we want to see who the best wrestler is, but we also want to see this bad blood boil over between you. If you ask me, I think this Andrew Jacobsen did me a big favor in the marketing department. Whenever you two eventually lock up, it's going to do big numbers in buys. Trust me."
Ryan Blade: "I want the match as much as anyone, but not under these circumstances. Not with him trying to goad me into it. I'm the champion. I don't drop down to other peoples' demands. What kind of face of this division would I be if I just let anyone sucker me into a fight? I'll fight Jacobsen, but I want it to be on my terms, not because he wants to stick his Canadian nose into my business."
Marcus Archer "He's from Minnesota, isn't he?"
Ryan Blade: "It's basically the same place."
{Archer sits forward in his desk, putting his fingertips together.}
Marcus Archer "I don't even know why you're so up-in-arms over the whole situation in the first place. Andrew has a Heavyweight Title Contendership match on Sacrifice anyway. If he wins that, obviously, you won't have to deal with him anyway."
Ryan Blade: "Yeah. That guy is going to beat Xander.... Look sir.... I didn't want to say anything, but I'm pretty sure Jacobsen's on illegal drugs."
Marcus Archer "Really? On what grounds do you make these claims?"
Ryan Blade: "... I've got a gut feeling about these things. Remember Barry Bonds? Called that one too."
{Archer shakes his head and looks more annoyed than ever.}
Marcus Archer "You started the whole thing when you set out to prove that you're the best Man of Steel wrestler on the planet. You attacked him, he attacked you. People want to see you two lock up, and when the time is right, it's going to happen. Until then, you wrestle who I say, when I say. Got it?"
Ryan Blade: "I don't have a problem with beating Jacobsen, just like I beat everyone else. I just thought you would do something about him instead of letting him attack people willy-nilly."
{Blade sits back and looks cockily at his boss.}
Ryan Blade: "I'm representing your division, but you're not doing a very good job of representing me, sir."
Marcus Archer "Are you questioning the way I do my job?"
{Blade sees the look in Archer's eyes and backs down.}
Ryan Blade: "Of course not. I'm just hoping that in future instances, you take a more hardnosed approach to discipline. This place will turn into Lord of the Flies if we don't get some leadership."
Marcus Archer "I'm fully aware of the hazards of mis-management, Ryan. Is there anything else you wanted to talk about? I've got a packed schedule today."
Ryan Blade: "As a matter of fact, I was thinking today that as Man of Steel Champion, I should get a reserved parking spot at every arena."
Marcus Archer "...No."
Ryan Blade: "My own personal masseuse to go on the road with me?"
Marcus Archer "...."
Ryan Blade: "....I'll be going now."
Marcus Archer "Well thanks for stopping by, and I'll take everything into consideration."
{Blade gets up and starts to walk towards the door, before turning back around.}
Ryan Blade: "So that's a 'maybe' on the masseuse?"
{Archer says nothing, and Blade exits the room. He heads back to the lobby and his girlfriend spies him.}
Chelsea: "How'd it go?"
Ryan Blade: "I'd say it went pretty well...."
{Fade out.}
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"I guess I must have really pissed someone off last week when I embarrassed IWF's hand-picked golden boy backstage, because last week I got the week off, and this week? Three opponents. Three guys who want nothing more than to give me my first loss and make me look like a chump. Men who've laid awake all week since the card was announced and thought about how great it would feel to beat that young punk everyone's talking about... and then having nightmares about what's actually going to happen on Monday night.
I'd call myself your personal boogeyman, but I'm too damn good looking to be a monster.
See... when it comes to Imperial, I'm kind of the big game around here. I'm the guy with the gold on one shoulder, and a chip on the other. Everyone wants to be the guy to ultimately shut me up, and this week, three lucky men get the opportunity to blaze a new trail. Unfortunately for those same guys, they'll ultimately following in the footsteps of everyone whose tried before.
You're too blinded by the gold to see the pit of despair and broken dreams that's resting right in front of my feet. So when you step into that ring, fail, and see yourselves trapped with the skeletons of Daniel Constantine and Seth Evans... keep your horrified screams down. Because I'm going to be up here, saying 'I told you so', yet again.
No one ever learns from past mistakes. The get repeated over, and over, and over again, until that failure is accepted being totally normal. Eventually losing to me is going to feel like second nature to the IWF roster.
Death, taxes, and Ryan Blade winning. The inevitables of life.
So step up to the plate, JackHammer, because I'm about to hit you in the brain with a ninety-five mile per hour fastball, called truth."
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"You're basically the opposite of everything I am, Hamz. You're big, mean, ugly looking son of a gun who seems like he could rip the earth in half if he wanted to.... the kind of guy you don't want to run into in a back alley... the type of wrestler who would be nearly unbeatable. But I guess what they say is true...
Looks can be deceiving.
Because while I'm running through this roster like a buzzsaw, you still haven't won a single match. Holy crap how is that possible? I figured you'd trip and fall on somebody at some point and win a match by accident or something. I guess I just make winning look so easy that I forget that not everyone can do what I do. So let me break it down for you, Hammer.
Step 1: Use fists to hurt people.
Step 2: Slam hard. JackHammer big!
Step 3: Hold opponent down for three seconds.
Step 4: A winner is you!
See, you lovable idiot, it's not that hard at all. You practice it over the next few weeks and maybe you could be just as good as I am!
Okay... obviously that's impossible, but I'm sure you're just as oblivious as ever and you actually think you're going to win on Sacrifice, because you're bigger, stronger, and... well... big and strong pretty much cover everything you bring to the table. But when it comes right down to it, you're not so big when you're getting your brain stomped out through your nose. Seven feet can only get you so far, but I've got 13 inches of boot with your name on it."
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"Next, the man who has been wrestling since I was watching Power Rangers and playing with Legos, Jake Keeton. A man who I've actually grown to respect a little bit in my time here. See, a lot of people don't know this, but in the first few weeks of Imperial, Keeton actually reached out to me on Twitter. He offered me words of encouragement, and even gave me, the rookie, a few tips on how to make it in the big word of professional wrestling.
I really do see all that you've done in this business, Jake, and if I stick around half as long as you have, I'd consider that a successful career, but let's not kid ourselves here... you're not the same man you used to be. Everyone looks at you and sees a grizzled old vet who is still kicking ass well into his late sixties, but I see the years of hard living and bad decisions in the face of a fading star. You've been traveling the roads and doing the same things for years, and now you're staring your wrestling twilight right in the face, and you're not backing down.
I am that twilight, Jake.
Because you see Ryan Blade, and you see what this business is now, and you're determined to keep up. But truthfully, you know there's no way you'll ever be able to do what I do ever again. You can look at me and say 'I see some of myself in you, kid', but you know that Jake Keeton in the prime of his life compared to Ryan Blade, the Man of Steel champion of today is like comparing a rock to an autographed picture of Bob Saget.
Meaning, it makes no god damn sense. They don't compare.
I don't know though, old man. Maybe on your best day twenty years ago you could have stood a chance... but this Monday in that ring with this Man of Steel? All the experience and will to win in the world can't substitute for absolute god given ability. And through all of this that I'm saying, you're still someone for me to look up to, Jake. In the way that people look at those 'Truth' anti-smoking ads. Because I don't want to be the next Jake Keeton. I'm going to be the ONLY Ryan Blade.
No disrespect, Jake, but I'm better than you. I've got the gold to prove it."
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"And finally we come to the man himself, Alex Jones.
I didn't know much about you coming into Imperial, but we rolled out the red carpet and made you out to be a big star, so I figured 'Wow. This guy must be awesome.' I mean... it's not every day you get to wrestle with the final legitimate World Champion of NCW. It's a moment that your tell your grandkids about fifty years from now.
Except you've been... what's the world I'm looking for here?
Oh yeah. A massive disappointment.
It's clear to the world that you're a talented guy, or else you wouldn't be where you are today, but what you've done so far has been nothing short of underwhelming. You came in with what I've been told was your signature 'douchey' attitude, and now you're playing the 'I'm a good guy! Honest!' routine.
It truly is the Hallmark Channel story for the ages. Former champion with a blackheart turns his life around and wins the love of millions of fans.
I get choked up just thinking about it.
Let's be real for a moment, Alex. You're changing your story out of convience, not because you had a big life-changing moment. You see that you've been basically a failure so far here, and you realize that it's a lot easier to suck and be loved, than to suck and be ridiculed for it. You don't want to be a laughing stock like JackHammer, so you're playing the nice guy role and hoping everyone forgets just how little you've done up until this point.
Well much like another famous Man of Steel, I must have x-ray vision, because I see right through you, AJ.
But if I'm wrong and you actually are trying to turn over a new life and find out who you are and what you're all about.... That inner conflict you're feeling? It's making you an even easier win than you'd be otherwise. While you're fighting yourself, I'm going to be stepping into that ring with the same confidence I have every single week. You may not know what you are, but I know exactly what I am.
...Unbeatable.
...A champion.
...A sure thing.
And it's not a diss on you, because you're probably as good as everything thinks you are, but just like JackHammer and Jake Keeton, you're not good enough. You can be Alex Jones: 'Certified Douche' or Alex Jones: 'I'm Cool Now, Ya'll', but when the final bell rings on Monday, the only title that will really matter is Alex Jones: 'Loser to Ryan Blade'.
I'd say it's an exclusive club you're joining, but let's be honest... it's filling up quickly.
And it's a total sausagefest.
Each of you three brings something unique to this match. Whether it's unbridled strength, unrivaled wisdom, or an unmistakable history of success... but when Sacrifice rolls around, I'm going to show you that none of that matters.
I don't just say that I'm the best. I prove it."
Well howdy there pardner.