Johnny Blayze in "Accelerated Burn"
Feb 24, 2013 16:21:01 GMT -5
Post by shaunsindelman on Feb 24, 2013 16:21:01 GMT -5
[We fade up backstage at The Manhattan Center in New York City to see Johnny Blayze with a towel around his neck and dabs of sweat along his brow. He is still in his ring gear as "Pride, Honor, Excellence" has just finished taping moments ago. He starts to pace around as he speaks.]
Blayze: Woo! Did you see that shit out there? Screw that…did you FEEL the heat?!?
[He wipes sweat off his face as he continues to talk.]
Blayze: Dom Harter….Malcolm Drake…you two CLEARLY have just made a bed you are not ready to sleep in. Call it bed bugs…call it wrinkly sheets…call it whatever you want. But the situation is real simple…you WILL get inside that bed… whether it's by choice or by force.
[He stops for a second and addresses the camera head-on.]
Blayze: And trust me, fellas…it won't be the FIRST time I've forced someone into bed. And it sure as hell won't be the last.
[He pauses thinking on that but doesn't get the fact he just made a REALLY tasteless statement on his own behalf. Instead, Blayze gets close to the camera in an excited state.]
Blayze: So let's make one thing REAL clear, boys… "The Murder" just went from being the hunters to the HUNTED. Your days of being the "alpha males" in FGA… attacking anyone…anytime…they're over.
Nobody likes a bully….NO…BODY!
So consider yourself on high alert….
'Cause as long as Pat Gordon Junior, Bob Pooler, and myself are walking tall with air in our lungs, YOUR antics are through. They say strength lies in numbers and every person needs a wingman in life…well I just got myself TWO.
And that means the odds are in OUR favor.
But I surely speak for my friends in offering you two a chance to even things up…so go ahead….find someone to join your cause. ANYONE…doesn't matter if it's the guy who sets up the ring down to the lady who sells tickets for the next show…heck, I'm sure we'll even settle for you bringing along a lucky fan of yours.
[He smirks for a moment]
That being the case seeing as you've already pissed off everyone else in the locker room.
[The smirk goes away as backs up from the camera and takes a seat on a nearby chair.]
Blayze: But that's not my main concern come March Ninth in Mississauga, Ontario. I leave your single solitary fates in the hands of Bob Pooler and Pat Gordon Junior on that given night. Two men, mind you, who have clear-cut agendas and WILL stick to them… no matter what the cost.
[He pauses and uses the towel to wipe some more sweat off his brow.]
Blayze: Hell, I can tell you both right here… right now… that my presence won't even be NEEDED at ringside for either of those matches.
THAT is how much confidence I have in my allies…
[pause for an effect]
Blayze: and how little I have in yours.
And besides… I have my _own_ match to deal with…and quite an opponent I will be facing that night.
[He looks up to the sky as if he is conjuring up some incredible thought]
Blayze: Zero….the man of mystery… the man who chooses to wear a mask. Now where I'm from…masks are for those who have something to hide. So I have to wonder what is it exactly that has you disguising under that headpiece?
Do you owe someone money…an ex-wife or something?
Or maybe you pissed off the wrong chick at the wrong time of the month?
[He snickers]
Blayze: Yeah man…been there…done that.
[Thumbs up in the air]
Blayze: But kudos to you for going the extra step and hiding your identity. I know I could never do that….I mean come on now…
[He holds a fist under his chin]
Blayze: Is THIS a face worth hiding?
[He pauses as if expecting the cameraman or someone else to answer back…but they don't.]
Blayze: I think not. But you go ahead and wear that mask to the ring on March Ninth…ok? 'Cause mask or no mask, I see you for what you truly are - a man who has something to prove.
And that's quite all right because I'm the same as you in that respect…a win over you WILL prove once and for all that I am someone to be taken seriously.
Whether it's "The Murder" or AJ Fairchild or even the FGA championship committee…you will ALL see soon enough that Johnny Blayze is going places in this company and it's not on the merits of anyone BUT Johnny Blayze.
March Ninth….things are going to get REAL hot in the Great White North. I can feel it.
[And cut]
Blayze: Woo! Did you see that shit out there? Screw that…did you FEEL the heat?!?
[He wipes sweat off his face as he continues to talk.]
Blayze: Dom Harter….Malcolm Drake…you two CLEARLY have just made a bed you are not ready to sleep in. Call it bed bugs…call it wrinkly sheets…call it whatever you want. But the situation is real simple…you WILL get inside that bed… whether it's by choice or by force.
[He stops for a second and addresses the camera head-on.]
Blayze: And trust me, fellas…it won't be the FIRST time I've forced someone into bed. And it sure as hell won't be the last.
[He pauses thinking on that but doesn't get the fact he just made a REALLY tasteless statement on his own behalf. Instead, Blayze gets close to the camera in an excited state.]
Blayze: So let's make one thing REAL clear, boys… "The Murder" just went from being the hunters to the HUNTED. Your days of being the "alpha males" in FGA… attacking anyone…anytime…they're over.
Nobody likes a bully….NO…BODY!
So consider yourself on high alert….
'Cause as long as Pat Gordon Junior, Bob Pooler, and myself are walking tall with air in our lungs, YOUR antics are through. They say strength lies in numbers and every person needs a wingman in life…well I just got myself TWO.
And that means the odds are in OUR favor.
But I surely speak for my friends in offering you two a chance to even things up…so go ahead….find someone to join your cause. ANYONE…doesn't matter if it's the guy who sets up the ring down to the lady who sells tickets for the next show…heck, I'm sure we'll even settle for you bringing along a lucky fan of yours.
[He smirks for a moment]
That being the case seeing as you've already pissed off everyone else in the locker room.
[The smirk goes away as backs up from the camera and takes a seat on a nearby chair.]
Blayze: But that's not my main concern come March Ninth in Mississauga, Ontario. I leave your single solitary fates in the hands of Bob Pooler and Pat Gordon Junior on that given night. Two men, mind you, who have clear-cut agendas and WILL stick to them… no matter what the cost.
[He pauses and uses the towel to wipe some more sweat off his brow.]
Blayze: Hell, I can tell you both right here… right now… that my presence won't even be NEEDED at ringside for either of those matches.
THAT is how much confidence I have in my allies…
[pause for an effect]
Blayze: and how little I have in yours.
And besides… I have my _own_ match to deal with…and quite an opponent I will be facing that night.
[He looks up to the sky as if he is conjuring up some incredible thought]
Blayze: Zero….the man of mystery… the man who chooses to wear a mask. Now where I'm from…masks are for those who have something to hide. So I have to wonder what is it exactly that has you disguising under that headpiece?
Do you owe someone money…an ex-wife or something?
Or maybe you pissed off the wrong chick at the wrong time of the month?
[He snickers]
Blayze: Yeah man…been there…done that.
[Thumbs up in the air]
Blayze: But kudos to you for going the extra step and hiding your identity. I know I could never do that….I mean come on now…
[He holds a fist under his chin]
Blayze: Is THIS a face worth hiding?
[He pauses as if expecting the cameraman or someone else to answer back…but they don't.]
Blayze: I think not. But you go ahead and wear that mask to the ring on March Ninth…ok? 'Cause mask or no mask, I see you for what you truly are - a man who has something to prove.
And that's quite all right because I'm the same as you in that respect…a win over you WILL prove once and for all that I am someone to be taken seriously.
Whether it's "The Murder" or AJ Fairchild or even the FGA championship committee…you will ALL see soon enough that Johnny Blayze is going places in this company and it's not on the merits of anyone BUT Johnny Blayze.
March Ninth….things are going to get REAL hot in the Great White North. I can feel it.
[And cut]
