Johnny Blayze - ON PAT GORDON JUNIOR
May 3, 2013 21:42:22 GMT -5
Post by shaunsindelman on May 3, 2013 21:42:22 GMT -5
We fade in to find Johnny Blayze standing in front of a black background wearing a blue long sleeve shirt and a pair of black dress slacks. His gaze is off to the side as if he is looking at something out of frame. He takes a deep breath and begins to speak.
Blayze: Can you feel that?
Can you FEEL that thing beating in your chest?
Can you FEEL the intensity of what's happening here?
Johnny Blayze turns to face the camera and continues to speak.
Blayze: These are the questions you have to ask yourself, Pat Gordon Junior. After all, in this match… it's not about the biggest or the strongest.
It's about something entirely different…
It's about WHO WANTS IT MORE.
And nobody in this god forsaken company wants it more than yours truly. The mere fact that I have to put my body, soul, and MIND on the line just to prove it is what I am willing to do to call myself THE BEST in this business.
Now Pat..you're probably sitting around your one room apartment in Jamaica Plains, Massachusetts asking yourself the same thing over and over again…
"What happen? Why did someone who I _thought_ was my friend leave me for dead?"
Well allow me to help clear the air because the answer is real simple...
YOU happened.
That's right, Patty McGee…YOU did this to yourself.
Johnny Blayze looks dead into the lens as he continues to speak.
Blayze: You see, PG Junior...for someone who comes across SO educated and knowledgeable on a variety of levels…not to mention a man who is the champion of a major umbrella organization… I find it surprising that you don't know the number one rule in this business:
ACT FIRST…OR BE LAST!
I watched as you put all your faith in guys like Kevin Hardaway and Bob Pooler…and what did it get you? The ass whooping of the century. That's what. Not to mention looking like the biggest FOOL in the company… no thanks to Pooler.
Blayze puts a finger into the camera
Blayze: I thought I made myself abundantly clear when I told you to stay focused on your surroundings but you obviously don't hear too well.
Guess carrying around that UWL Title really clogs up the ears. How's that going for you, by the way?
Blayze chuckles because as we all know, the UWL is nearly defunct. Then Johnny Blayze gets even closer to the lens
Blayze: Or maybe you ENJOY coming across as some sort of martyr. Is that the case, Patty?
I for one think so; seeing as you're in the same position time and time again...
FLAT ON YOUR BACK FOR THE THREE COUNT….
LIKE A LOSER!
Admit it...you were in over your head against The Murder from day one and now your obsession with Malcolm Drake has ruined EVERYTHING for the entire company.
And for that, you should be ashamed of yourself!
Now every time I see Bob Pooler hanging around with Drake and Harter, it's going to remind me of YOUR poor choices.
Hell, every time I think about Dom Harter being the god damn number one contender to the FGA title, it's a reminder of how little YOU retained from all that you sought to teach me on succeeding in this business.
Johnny Blayze steps back and continues to speak
Blayze: Good thing I forgot all that hogwash weeks ago because I'd never want to be in your position again. My days of jerking the curtain and playing second fiddle are OVER. You hear me.
So come May Eleventh in Erie, Pennsylvania… in front of all of your pathetic fans and friends in the locker room… you, Pat Sajak, are going to learn the biggest lesson of your career:
KNOW WHEN TO <BLEEP>'IN QUIT!
And when all is said and done, when I'm finished using you as a whipping boy for my mission...the FGA fans will no longer have to listen to you babble incessantly for fifteen minutes about Akrista O'Hare or Alistar Mangold and how you were wronged time and time again, etcetera etcetera…
ETCETERA.
Johnny Blayze grins like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland or maybe the Gene Wilder version of Wily Wonka – take your pick. He has a chuckle
Blayze: I don't care if I have to bring a hammer and nail the coffin shut myself…
I WILL win this match and go on to become what you could never be in this company….
SUCCESSFUL!
And if I have to send someone crashing on their head in the process…
Well then my apologies in advance.
But just remember, it was never personal…
Only business.
Fade to black.
Blayze: Can you feel that?
Can you FEEL that thing beating in your chest?
Can you FEEL the intensity of what's happening here?
Johnny Blayze turns to face the camera and continues to speak.
Blayze: These are the questions you have to ask yourself, Pat Gordon Junior. After all, in this match… it's not about the biggest or the strongest.
It's about something entirely different…
It's about WHO WANTS IT MORE.
And nobody in this god forsaken company wants it more than yours truly. The mere fact that I have to put my body, soul, and MIND on the line just to prove it is what I am willing to do to call myself THE BEST in this business.
Now Pat..you're probably sitting around your one room apartment in Jamaica Plains, Massachusetts asking yourself the same thing over and over again…
"What happen? Why did someone who I _thought_ was my friend leave me for dead?"
Well allow me to help clear the air because the answer is real simple...
YOU happened.
That's right, Patty McGee…YOU did this to yourself.
Johnny Blayze looks dead into the lens as he continues to speak.
Blayze: You see, PG Junior...for someone who comes across SO educated and knowledgeable on a variety of levels…not to mention a man who is the champion of a major umbrella organization… I find it surprising that you don't know the number one rule in this business:
ACT FIRST…OR BE LAST!
I watched as you put all your faith in guys like Kevin Hardaway and Bob Pooler…and what did it get you? The ass whooping of the century. That's what. Not to mention looking like the biggest FOOL in the company… no thanks to Pooler.
Blayze puts a finger into the camera
Blayze: I thought I made myself abundantly clear when I told you to stay focused on your surroundings but you obviously don't hear too well.
Guess carrying around that UWL Title really clogs up the ears. How's that going for you, by the way?
Blayze chuckles because as we all know, the UWL is nearly defunct. Then Johnny Blayze gets even closer to the lens
Blayze: Or maybe you ENJOY coming across as some sort of martyr. Is that the case, Patty?
I for one think so; seeing as you're in the same position time and time again...
FLAT ON YOUR BACK FOR THE THREE COUNT….
LIKE A LOSER!
Admit it...you were in over your head against The Murder from day one and now your obsession with Malcolm Drake has ruined EVERYTHING for the entire company.
And for that, you should be ashamed of yourself!
Now every time I see Bob Pooler hanging around with Drake and Harter, it's going to remind me of YOUR poor choices.
Hell, every time I think about Dom Harter being the god damn number one contender to the FGA title, it's a reminder of how little YOU retained from all that you sought to teach me on succeeding in this business.
Johnny Blayze steps back and continues to speak
Blayze: Good thing I forgot all that hogwash weeks ago because I'd never want to be in your position again. My days of jerking the curtain and playing second fiddle are OVER. You hear me.
So come May Eleventh in Erie, Pennsylvania… in front of all of your pathetic fans and friends in the locker room… you, Pat Sajak, are going to learn the biggest lesson of your career:
KNOW WHEN TO <BLEEP>'IN QUIT!
And when all is said and done, when I'm finished using you as a whipping boy for my mission...the FGA fans will no longer have to listen to you babble incessantly for fifteen minutes about Akrista O'Hare or Alistar Mangold and how you were wronged time and time again, etcetera etcetera…
ETCETERA.
Johnny Blayze grins like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland or maybe the Gene Wilder version of Wily Wonka – take your pick. He has a chuckle
Blayze: I don't care if I have to bring a hammer and nail the coffin shut myself…
I WILL win this match and go on to become what you could never be in this company….
SUCCESSFUL!
And if I have to send someone crashing on their head in the process…
Well then my apologies in advance.
But just remember, it was never personal…
Only business.
Fade to black.
