AS 40: Blade vs. Action Saxton
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The scene opens in the smokey haze of Blade’s locker room as Blade paces, chain smoking and Scott Hammond sits on the sofa, leaning forward. Both men are smirking as they plot and plan for their bright future.
Blade: We will own this company if all goes according to plan. And all will go according to plan... It’s destiny.
Blade puts out his cigarette and turns to Hammond, looking more serious.
Blade: But with all the success in the future, we are going to need future in the present... We have to take care of business this week. You have a big test this week.
Hammond: I know I can beat Dragon. He’s a weakling, I’ll beat his ass to a pulp.
Blade smirks and continues pacing.
Blade: I admire your confidence. But we both know what Dragon’s like. He has “mystery”, and the sheep will cheer him on like he’s defending the planet from aliens. None of that matters because I know you can beat him, I’ve seen it in you that you are one of the very best. You have the potential to be the best in this company, just like me. The thing is, you don’t know how much this week matters. Not just for our alliance, but for you. You see, wrestling fans, the management and even wrestlers themselves have short attention spans and yet they never forget. What you have to do this week, Scott... Is defeat Black Dragon decisively. While we are both as good as anyone here, the difference between you and I is that I’ve already proven myself. Greatest EurAsian champion of all time. You’re good, but you’ve yet to prove it as a singles wrestler. So my worry is that, if you lose this week, you’ll be known as my sidekick.
Hammond goes to speak but Blade holds up a hand to silence him.
Blade: I know, I know. Back when I first started out here, I had an alliance with Criminal Karnage. While it didn’t work out, I was worried I would be known and remembered as his sidekick. That’s why, when he turned on me, I made sure to kick his ass in a match. Now, I’m not saying you need to kick my ass, but you need to kick someone’s ass, and it might as well be Dragon’s. Impose yourself; show them all how good you are. Consider it your... Initiation. Not that your need one.
Hammond sits back in the sofa as Blade lights up another cigarette. There are clearly a lot of thoughts in Hammond’s head after Blade’s speech. After a few moments, he responds.
Hammond: And what about you this week?
Blade: This week I have Action Saxton, perpetual underachiever. I have nothing to worry about. This guy started in the Mayhem division, achieved nothing. He entered the competition to be number one contender to the world title at All or Nothing and achieved nothing. He's certainly no threat to me. After the last few months of facing you for the EurAsian title, this will be too easy.
Blade grits his teeth before he continues.
Blade: But what Saxton doesn't realise is that I will be making sure to give him the worst beating of his life. He was one of the undeserving nobodies that got a place in the All or Nothing tournament over you and I. He's one of the future poster-boys for this company. Management get a hard-on for him because he's handsome and charasmatic and the sheep love him. None of that should matter, this is the wrestling industry not the film industry, a less than mediocre wrestler should not be considered the future. And for that, I'm going to destroy him. Maybe it's not his fault, he was never chosen to be a golden boy but he's the first one to get beaten and he will be the one to pay for the sins of those idiots who run this company. And with how good I am, it'll be a piece of cake showing the world how average he really is.
Hammond: As long as losing the title doesn’t affect your in ring performance.
Blade turns to Hammond, his face expressionless.
Blade: Let me make one thing clear, there is nothing.... Nothing that can stop me moving forward. Not Black Dragon, not Saxton, not Beckford, nobody. Am I disappointed in losing my title? Of course, but I know what should be in the past and I know what will be in the future and it reinvigorates me. So believe me when I say losing the title will not affect my in ring performance. Not for the worse anyway. It might even make me more aggressive. But hey, if you want to give Black Dragon a few shots from me, I’d appreciate it.
Blade and Hammond exchange smirks. Blade walks over to the cooler in the corner and he takes out a couple of beers. He hands one to Hammond and opens his own, taking a long drink from it.
Blade: For tonight at least, we can relax because everything is coming together nicely... For once.
Hammond: Damn right.
Blade: Can you imagine it, Scott? We stand in the ring, the major titles in our hands after we take out all the corporate morons. We’ll defeat Showtime and Ty and Big Dave... No alliance can stop us. With my intelligence and technical abilities and your strength and aggression, we are destined for greatness.
He chugs some more beer and wipes his mouth.
Blade: I want you to work a little harder, run a little faster , bench-press a little more. Because we owe to each other not to let the other one down. This is our time!
Hammond: And nobody will stop us!
Blade: And finally the glory-hogging, spotlight stealing greedy veterans will get what’s coming to them. I have had enough of getting passed over time and time again because people are scared. You and I don't fit the normal mold for a company poster boy, Scott. You fight in pubs and I smoke like a chimeny, but we are the two best wrestlers in this place. Management are scared of what we'd do to the company image, the top stars are scared that we'll take their place. They said we didn't qualify for the All or Nothing tournament because we were battling for the EurAsian title? Bullshit... But now the EurAsian title is a non-factor. They won't have any more excuses when we destroy everyone they put in our way. They will have no choice but to acknowledge the fact that we deserve to be at the top. And it all starts at Meltdown! It starts with you beating Black Dragon, me beating Action Saxton and both of us confronting those who have held us back!
Blade's eyes are wide, showing the insanity within as he breathes heavily. After a few moments, he relaxes and finishes his beer, putting it down on the table.
Blade: But... for now, I’ve got a hot date. I’ll see you first thing tomorrow for training.
Blade goes for the door but Hammond stands up.
Hammond: Blade!
Blade stops, but doesn’t turn to look at his ally.
Hammond: There’s no way in hell I’m going to be just your sidekick.
Blade smiles to himself, still not looking at Hammond.
Blade: Then prove it.
He sweeps out the door, leaving Hammond looking determined to prove everyone wrong.
Blade: We will own this company if all goes according to plan. And all will go according to plan... It’s destiny.
Blade puts out his cigarette and turns to Hammond, looking more serious.
Blade: But with all the success in the future, we are going to need future in the present... We have to take care of business this week. You have a big test this week.
Hammond: I know I can beat Dragon. He’s a weakling, I’ll beat his ass to a pulp.
Blade smirks and continues pacing.
Blade: I admire your confidence. But we both know what Dragon’s like. He has “mystery”, and the sheep will cheer him on like he’s defending the planet from aliens. None of that matters because I know you can beat him, I’ve seen it in you that you are one of the very best. You have the potential to be the best in this company, just like me. The thing is, you don’t know how much this week matters. Not just for our alliance, but for you. You see, wrestling fans, the management and even wrestlers themselves have short attention spans and yet they never forget. What you have to do this week, Scott... Is defeat Black Dragon decisively. While we are both as good as anyone here, the difference between you and I is that I’ve already proven myself. Greatest EurAsian champion of all time. You’re good, but you’ve yet to prove it as a singles wrestler. So my worry is that, if you lose this week, you’ll be known as my sidekick.
Hammond goes to speak but Blade holds up a hand to silence him.
Blade: I know, I know. Back when I first started out here, I had an alliance with Criminal Karnage. While it didn’t work out, I was worried I would be known and remembered as his sidekick. That’s why, when he turned on me, I made sure to kick his ass in a match. Now, I’m not saying you need to kick my ass, but you need to kick someone’s ass, and it might as well be Dragon’s. Impose yourself; show them all how good you are. Consider it your... Initiation. Not that your need one.
Hammond sits back in the sofa as Blade lights up another cigarette. There are clearly a lot of thoughts in Hammond’s head after Blade’s speech. After a few moments, he responds.
Hammond: And what about you this week?
Blade: This week I have Action Saxton, perpetual underachiever. I have nothing to worry about. This guy started in the Mayhem division, achieved nothing. He entered the competition to be number one contender to the world title at All or Nothing and achieved nothing. He's certainly no threat to me. After the last few months of facing you for the EurAsian title, this will be too easy.
Blade grits his teeth before he continues.
Blade: But what Saxton doesn't realise is that I will be making sure to give him the worst beating of his life. He was one of the undeserving nobodies that got a place in the All or Nothing tournament over you and I. He's one of the future poster-boys for this company. Management get a hard-on for him because he's handsome and charasmatic and the sheep love him. None of that should matter, this is the wrestling industry not the film industry, a less than mediocre wrestler should not be considered the future. And for that, I'm going to destroy him. Maybe it's not his fault, he was never chosen to be a golden boy but he's the first one to get beaten and he will be the one to pay for the sins of those idiots who run this company. And with how good I am, it'll be a piece of cake showing the world how average he really is.
Hammond: As long as losing the title doesn’t affect your in ring performance.
Blade turns to Hammond, his face expressionless.
Blade: Let me make one thing clear, there is nothing.... Nothing that can stop me moving forward. Not Black Dragon, not Saxton, not Beckford, nobody. Am I disappointed in losing my title? Of course, but I know what should be in the past and I know what will be in the future and it reinvigorates me. So believe me when I say losing the title will not affect my in ring performance. Not for the worse anyway. It might even make me more aggressive. But hey, if you want to give Black Dragon a few shots from me, I’d appreciate it.
Blade and Hammond exchange smirks. Blade walks over to the cooler in the corner and he takes out a couple of beers. He hands one to Hammond and opens his own, taking a long drink from it.
Blade: For tonight at least, we can relax because everything is coming together nicely... For once.
Hammond: Damn right.
Blade: Can you imagine it, Scott? We stand in the ring, the major titles in our hands after we take out all the corporate morons. We’ll defeat Showtime and Ty and Big Dave... No alliance can stop us. With my intelligence and technical abilities and your strength and aggression, we are destined for greatness.
He chugs some more beer and wipes his mouth.
Blade: I want you to work a little harder, run a little faster , bench-press a little more. Because we owe to each other not to let the other one down. This is our time!
Hammond: And nobody will stop us!
Blade: And finally the glory-hogging, spotlight stealing greedy veterans will get what’s coming to them. I have had enough of getting passed over time and time again because people are scared. You and I don't fit the normal mold for a company poster boy, Scott. You fight in pubs and I smoke like a chimeny, but we are the two best wrestlers in this place. Management are scared of what we'd do to the company image, the top stars are scared that we'll take their place. They said we didn't qualify for the All or Nothing tournament because we were battling for the EurAsian title? Bullshit... But now the EurAsian title is a non-factor. They won't have any more excuses when we destroy everyone they put in our way. They will have no choice but to acknowledge the fact that we deserve to be at the top. And it all starts at Meltdown! It starts with you beating Black Dragon, me beating Action Saxton and both of us confronting those who have held us back!
Blade's eyes are wide, showing the insanity within as he breathes heavily. After a few moments, he relaxes and finishes his beer, putting it down on the table.
Blade: But... for now, I’ve got a hot date. I’ll see you first thing tomorrow for training.
Blade goes for the door but Hammond stands up.
Hammond: Blade!
Blade stops, but doesn’t turn to look at his ally.
Hammond: There’s no way in hell I’m going to be just your sidekick.
Blade smiles to himself, still not looking at Hammond.
Blade: Then prove it.
He sweeps out the door, leaving Hammond looking determined to prove everyone wrong.
Signal Panic, Inc. presents:
Action Saxton
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"A Very Bad Week"
Action Saxton raises his manly afro'd head from his pillow in his penthouse apartment, the silence of only a few seconds before shattered by the sounds of smooth jazz emanating from an alarm clock. He grumbles as the sunlight hits his eyes. Scattered on the floor are various implements and tools, such as a rubber duck, a giant pencil, and four copies of Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits on vinyl. He mumbles a few unintelligible words to himself as he gropes for his clock to turn it off. After a few moments of blind feeling, he hears a crunching noise. He turns to the table to see that he has accidentally karate chopped his clock in half. Sitting up, he shrugs and reaches for his day planner.
"Man, what the hell is there for me to do today?" he mutters, flicking through the book. His eyes fall on the circled date.
Cut promo against Blade. 11:59PM.
Action Saxton stares at the planner for a few moments before staring back at the pieces of his alarm clock.
"Aw, hell no."
He goes back to bed.
Action Saxton
in
"A Very Bad Week"
Action Saxton raises his manly afro'd head from his pillow in his penthouse apartment, the silence of only a few seconds before shattered by the sounds of smooth jazz emanating from an alarm clock. He grumbles as the sunlight hits his eyes. Scattered on the floor are various implements and tools, such as a rubber duck, a giant pencil, and four copies of Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits on vinyl. He mumbles a few unintelligible words to himself as he gropes for his clock to turn it off. After a few moments of blind feeling, he hears a crunching noise. He turns to the table to see that he has accidentally karate chopped his clock in half. Sitting up, he shrugs and reaches for his day planner.
"Man, what the hell is there for me to do today?" he mutters, flicking through the book. His eyes fall on the circled date.
Cut promo against Blade. 11:59PM.
Action Saxton stares at the planner for a few moments before staring back at the pieces of his alarm clock.
"Aw, hell no."
He goes back to bed.
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