Post by Ryan Blade on Jul 21, 2013 15:46:34 GMT
{Open on a distant shot of the waves crashing in on the shorelines of a nearly deserted beach. A dark cloud rests over the Atlantic Ocean as we zoom in on Ryan Blade, who sits in the sand, fully-clothed in a t-shirt and jeans. He watches the water come into the sand, before slowly picking up his Man of Steel Championship and holding it in his hands, looking down at the gold. After a few moments of this, he breathes in the ocean air and looks back out. Footsteps approach through the sand and stop next to the wrestler. Chelsea gingerly lowers herself down to the sand as well and sits next to her boyfriend, planting a kiss on his cheek. As the young man continues to look to the sea, Chelsea speaks up.}
Chelsea: "Well you're being incredibly stoic today."
Ryan Blade: "Have you ever watched the ocean right before a big storm? It's so eerie."
Chelsea: "You mean the massive waves and wind? More annoying than eerie, I'd say."
Ryan Blade: "It's weird. Normally the ocean is pretty predictable, but when a storm comes, it's a free-for-all. It's like everything is cool and then BAM! Everything gets crazy."
Chelsea: "That's... that's kind of how weather works."
Ryan Blade: "I know, but it's kind of how I feel right now. Like everything's been going great for us these last few months... pretty steady and everything. But I've just got this feeling that a storm is about to hit and everything's going to go to hell."
Chelsea: "Why do you think that?"
Ryan Blade: "It's just in my gut. History always works like that. Good stuff happens and then something awful happens to even it all back out. I've got my title, I'm making good money and a living for us... and I just feel like something is going to happen to screw it up."
Chelsea: "You know, I feel pretty much the same way."
{Blade looks to his girlfriend with a half joking, half shocked response.}
Ryan Blade: "Thanks for the support, Chels."
Chelsea: "Noooo. Not that you'll screw up. That somehow things are going to go sour and I'm going to end up back at home going through the same crap I was going through before."
Ryan Blade: "Hey now. No matter what happens, you're still going to be with me."
Chelsea: "...I just wish I could say the same thing for Jess."
Ryan Blade: ".... Jess?"
Chelsea: "My sister."
Ryan Blade: "Oh yeah. Of course."
{Chelsea's brow shows annoyance.}
Chelsea: "You forgot I have a little sister?"
Ryan Blade: "You're going to have to give me a break on this one. I've got a lot going on."
{He looks over with interest.}
Ryan Blade: "A little sister though?"
Chelsea: "Yeah. And it's been killing me that she's there... with them. Nobody should have to put up with that emotional abuse."
Ryan Blade: "I guess it's hard for me to imagine how bad it was for you guys, since my mom was so awesome and all. Did you ever think about calling someone?"
Chelsea: "Well.... I may have done something a little more extreme than that."
Ryan Blade: "You made a phone call while eating Doritos?"
Chelsea: "No."
{She grabs Ryan's hand and snuggles up close to him.}
Chelsea: "Well you know how I needed to borrow the car while you were doing your deep thinking beach time? And you know how I said I needed to pick up a surprise for you?"
Ryan Blade: "You... you didn't."
Chelsea: "I did..."
Ryan Blade: "You got me that husky puppy I wanted at the pet store?!"
Chelsea: "Uh... not exactly. I did get something just as cute."
{Chelsea nudges Blade and looks back over her shoulder. There we see a sixteen year old girl sitting on a towel, talking on her cell phone. Blade looks back at Chelsea, and talks to her in a quiet panic, so not to raise suspicion.}
Ryan Blade: "You kidnapped your sister!"
Chelsea: "She asked to come. And it's not like they care that she's gone. Probably too drunk to notice."
Ryan Blade: "Oh my god. What have you gotten us into? Sooner or later they're going to want her back."
Chelsea: "Don't worry about it. We'll cross that when we get to it."
Ryan Blade: "Well... What's she like?"
{Chelsea pushes up from the sand and wipes her hands off.}
Chelsea: "She's a teenage girl. Come say 'Hi'."
{She walks over to her sister and Ryan stands up.}
Ryan Blade: "And here comes the storm..."
{Blade walks over to the girl and she looks up as we fade out.}
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"Everyone wants a redemption story, and everyone wants to feel redeemed. It's the cool thing to do right now in IWF. Whether it's Xavier Cross atoning for screwing over the wrestling world, Alex Jones realizing he's the biggest douchenozzle in wrestling history, or Joe Everyman trying to finally claw his way to a World Title. Everyone wants to feel like a flawed person can still make a difference.... feel that change can come if you work to it.
The Ryan Blade story though, is not one of redemption. What do I have to redeem myself for? Because I was born to a deadbeat and I'm the product of a single parent household? You want me to feel bad because of something I couldn't control and try and make you love me like so many other posers are doing right now?
Not going to happen.
You see... while everyone else is so worried about damage control and trying to be all smiles and hugs for the fans, I'm only worried about one thing and one thing only... this Man of Steel Championship. The minute someone hits rock bottom, they start to try and fix their image... to worm their ways back to the top by appealing to the lowest common denominator of fan. Me? I'm never going to be at the bottom with your Cross and your Joneses, so there's nothing for me to atone for. You want your favorites to be at the top? You're holding out for a hero?
Well you're going to be holding for a long damn time, because I'm going nowhere.
Which brings me to the biggest would-be hero of them all, Andrew Jacobsen. The Cub Scout. Captain America. The golden boy himself. The guy who is so clueless that he doesn't even realize his best friend AND his manager are secretly in love with him.
Seriously. Dawson's Creek is on the line and they're suing you for teenage angsty relationship infringement.
But I'm not here to make fun of your personality, AJ. You could help and old lady cross the street or sell little pink ribbons to benefit breast cancer, for all I care. You do things the way you want to do them, so in a way, we're not all that different. You move to the beat of your own drummer, and I do the same. Everybody talks about how nice of a guy you are and how you do things the right way, so congratulations on being the most popular wrestler in all of Del Boca Vista Phase 2.
I'm sure you'll make a great condo board president down there one day, but Man of Steel Champion?
Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
It's no secret that I specifically requested this match and took you out for a reason, AJ. You're the big dog around here when it comes to the Man of Steel style. Everyone told me that if I wanted to prove myself as a legitimate champion, you're the guy I'd have to take out. So just a little while after winning the belt, I found the 'measuring stick', and I broke it over my knee.
And I made sure that when the next pay-per-view rolled around, you wouldn't have a choice whether or not to wrestle me.
Because that's the problem with tough guys like you. I slapped you in the face, and you've spent the last month trying to get back at me for it. You've wasted all of your energy on the chase... attacking me during matches and chasing me across the country, trying your darndest to get revenge on me for costing you the Heavyweight Title.
And I sat as snug as a bug in a rug and watched you wear yourself out.
One of us got beat up by that moron, Xander, and one of us was smart enough to avoid wrestling him.
Advantage, Blade.
You're the type with a 'take-on-all-comers' attitude, Jacobsen. I'm too damn smart and too damn good for that. Oh I'm a fighting champion alright... I fight when I have to, and run when I don't.
But this Sunday, I'm not running.
When it's just you and me in that ring with this belt on the line, I don't care how many different versions of a Boston Crab you know, you're not walking out with this belt. It's mine, and not you or any other would-be 'heroes' of IWF are going to take it away from me.
While everyone else wants redemption.... they want you to relate to them... don't feel sorry for me because of where I've been. Feel bad for Andrew Jacobsen and where he's going.
Nowhere. Fast.
They all want me to be scared of you because you're a submission specialist and a former NCW World Champion, but really, it's you who should be scared of me. Because when once I had nothing, now I have it all. Everything I want, I get.
And right now, I want to choke you out.
Which I hope sounded as threatening as I meant it to be.
Two men enter.... and two men eventually leave. One with the gold around his waist, and the other probably on a stretcher. I know which one I'll be, and if you still don't know by now, you just haven't been paying attention. You're going to lose this Sunday, AJ, and I am going to solidify myself as the face of the Man of Steel division. But don't worry, there's always a place for you in my division. Just make sure you bring that legendary Jacobsen technical skill and give me the match I want.... the match I forced your hand on a month ago.
Don't worry though; this time on pay-per-view, I won't be jumping you from behind.
Scout's honor.
This gold belt... my title.... You're not taking it away from me, Andrew.
I won't let you.
God knows I won't let you.
And I think deep down, you know it too. Because I've still got something to fight for. You got your NCW World Title and you got fat. Me?
I'm hungry.
I'm starving to be where you've been. And beating you? That's just the appetizer."
Chelsea: "Well you're being incredibly stoic today."
Ryan Blade: "Have you ever watched the ocean right before a big storm? It's so eerie."
Chelsea: "You mean the massive waves and wind? More annoying than eerie, I'd say."
Ryan Blade: "It's weird. Normally the ocean is pretty predictable, but when a storm comes, it's a free-for-all. It's like everything is cool and then BAM! Everything gets crazy."
Chelsea: "That's... that's kind of how weather works."
Ryan Blade: "I know, but it's kind of how I feel right now. Like everything's been going great for us these last few months... pretty steady and everything. But I've just got this feeling that a storm is about to hit and everything's going to go to hell."
Chelsea: "Why do you think that?"
Ryan Blade: "It's just in my gut. History always works like that. Good stuff happens and then something awful happens to even it all back out. I've got my title, I'm making good money and a living for us... and I just feel like something is going to happen to screw it up."
Chelsea: "You know, I feel pretty much the same way."
{Blade looks to his girlfriend with a half joking, half shocked response.}
Ryan Blade: "Thanks for the support, Chels."
Chelsea: "Noooo. Not that you'll screw up. That somehow things are going to go sour and I'm going to end up back at home going through the same crap I was going through before."
Ryan Blade: "Hey now. No matter what happens, you're still going to be with me."
Chelsea: "...I just wish I could say the same thing for Jess."
Ryan Blade: ".... Jess?"
Chelsea: "My sister."
Ryan Blade: "Oh yeah. Of course."
{Chelsea's brow shows annoyance.}
Chelsea: "You forgot I have a little sister?"
Ryan Blade: "You're going to have to give me a break on this one. I've got a lot going on."
{He looks over with interest.}
Ryan Blade: "A little sister though?"
Chelsea: "Yeah. And it's been killing me that she's there... with them. Nobody should have to put up with that emotional abuse."
Ryan Blade: "I guess it's hard for me to imagine how bad it was for you guys, since my mom was so awesome and all. Did you ever think about calling someone?"
Chelsea: "Well.... I may have done something a little more extreme than that."
Ryan Blade: "You made a phone call while eating Doritos?"
Chelsea: "No."
{She grabs Ryan's hand and snuggles up close to him.}
Chelsea: "Well you know how I needed to borrow the car while you were doing your deep thinking beach time? And you know how I said I needed to pick up a surprise for you?"
Ryan Blade: "You... you didn't."
Chelsea: "I did..."
Ryan Blade: "You got me that husky puppy I wanted at the pet store?!"
Chelsea: "Uh... not exactly. I did get something just as cute."
{Chelsea nudges Blade and looks back over her shoulder. There we see a sixteen year old girl sitting on a towel, talking on her cell phone. Blade looks back at Chelsea, and talks to her in a quiet panic, so not to raise suspicion.}
Ryan Blade: "You kidnapped your sister!"
Chelsea: "She asked to come. And it's not like they care that she's gone. Probably too drunk to notice."
Ryan Blade: "Oh my god. What have you gotten us into? Sooner or later they're going to want her back."
Chelsea: "Don't worry about it. We'll cross that when we get to it."
Ryan Blade: "Well... What's she like?"
{Chelsea pushes up from the sand and wipes her hands off.}
Chelsea: "She's a teenage girl. Come say 'Hi'."
{She walks over to her sister and Ryan stands up.}
Ryan Blade: "And here comes the storm..."
{Blade walks over to the girl and she looks up as we fade out.}
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"Everyone wants a redemption story, and everyone wants to feel redeemed. It's the cool thing to do right now in IWF. Whether it's Xavier Cross atoning for screwing over the wrestling world, Alex Jones realizing he's the biggest douchenozzle in wrestling history, or Joe Everyman trying to finally claw his way to a World Title. Everyone wants to feel like a flawed person can still make a difference.... feel that change can come if you work to it.
The Ryan Blade story though, is not one of redemption. What do I have to redeem myself for? Because I was born to a deadbeat and I'm the product of a single parent household? You want me to feel bad because of something I couldn't control and try and make you love me like so many other posers are doing right now?
Not going to happen.
You see... while everyone else is so worried about damage control and trying to be all smiles and hugs for the fans, I'm only worried about one thing and one thing only... this Man of Steel Championship. The minute someone hits rock bottom, they start to try and fix their image... to worm their ways back to the top by appealing to the lowest common denominator of fan. Me? I'm never going to be at the bottom with your Cross and your Joneses, so there's nothing for me to atone for. You want your favorites to be at the top? You're holding out for a hero?
Well you're going to be holding for a long damn time, because I'm going nowhere.
Which brings me to the biggest would-be hero of them all, Andrew Jacobsen. The Cub Scout. Captain America. The golden boy himself. The guy who is so clueless that he doesn't even realize his best friend AND his manager are secretly in love with him.
Seriously. Dawson's Creek is on the line and they're suing you for teenage angsty relationship infringement.
But I'm not here to make fun of your personality, AJ. You could help and old lady cross the street or sell little pink ribbons to benefit breast cancer, for all I care. You do things the way you want to do them, so in a way, we're not all that different. You move to the beat of your own drummer, and I do the same. Everybody talks about how nice of a guy you are and how you do things the right way, so congratulations on being the most popular wrestler in all of Del Boca Vista Phase 2.
I'm sure you'll make a great condo board president down there one day, but Man of Steel Champion?
Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
It's no secret that I specifically requested this match and took you out for a reason, AJ. You're the big dog around here when it comes to the Man of Steel style. Everyone told me that if I wanted to prove myself as a legitimate champion, you're the guy I'd have to take out. So just a little while after winning the belt, I found the 'measuring stick', and I broke it over my knee.
And I made sure that when the next pay-per-view rolled around, you wouldn't have a choice whether or not to wrestle me.
Because that's the problem with tough guys like you. I slapped you in the face, and you've spent the last month trying to get back at me for it. You've wasted all of your energy on the chase... attacking me during matches and chasing me across the country, trying your darndest to get revenge on me for costing you the Heavyweight Title.
And I sat as snug as a bug in a rug and watched you wear yourself out.
One of us got beat up by that moron, Xander, and one of us was smart enough to avoid wrestling him.
Advantage, Blade.
You're the type with a 'take-on-all-comers' attitude, Jacobsen. I'm too damn smart and too damn good for that. Oh I'm a fighting champion alright... I fight when I have to, and run when I don't.
But this Sunday, I'm not running.
When it's just you and me in that ring with this belt on the line, I don't care how many different versions of a Boston Crab you know, you're not walking out with this belt. It's mine, and not you or any other would-be 'heroes' of IWF are going to take it away from me.
While everyone else wants redemption.... they want you to relate to them... don't feel sorry for me because of where I've been. Feel bad for Andrew Jacobsen and where he's going.
Nowhere. Fast.
They all want me to be scared of you because you're a submission specialist and a former NCW World Champion, but really, it's you who should be scared of me. Because when once I had nothing, now I have it all. Everything I want, I get.
And right now, I want to choke you out.
Which I hope sounded as threatening as I meant it to be.
Two men enter.... and two men eventually leave. One with the gold around his waist, and the other probably on a stretcher. I know which one I'll be, and if you still don't know by now, you just haven't been paying attention. You're going to lose this Sunday, AJ, and I am going to solidify myself as the face of the Man of Steel division. But don't worry, there's always a place for you in my division. Just make sure you bring that legendary Jacobsen technical skill and give me the match I want.... the match I forced your hand on a month ago.
Don't worry though; this time on pay-per-view, I won't be jumping you from behind.
Scout's honor.
This gold belt... my title.... You're not taking it away from me, Andrew.
I won't let you.
God knows I won't let you.
And I think deep down, you know it too. Because I've still got something to fight for. You got your NCW World Title and you got fat. Me?
I'm hungry.
I'm starving to be where you've been. And beating you? That's just the appetizer."
Well howdy there pardner.