Rebecca Serra is standing in a backstage hallway with Blade. Blade has his head slightly lowered and has a defiant and confident look on his face, having finally put to rest the issues with Karnage.
Rebecca: So Blade, your intense feud with Karnage is now over. How do you feel?
Blade: Defeating Karnage has helped me in my destiny. If I can beat Karnage, I can beat anyone. But as much as its helped me... Its also shortened my career. When you go through a feud like that, you come out the other side a changed man. But...
Blade raises his head, smirking.
Blade: Im still me, only better.
The crowd cheer wildly.
Blade: No more anger, no more fear, and no more doubt. The odds were against me, and I proved everyone wrong. So now Im just gonna keep moving forward.
Blades phone starts ringing.
Blade: Excuse me for one moment, Becky.
Blade takes the phone out of his trench coat, and answers it.
Blade: Hello... Oh, hey Steel. Nope, just in the middle of an interview.... Hello? Can you hear me, Steel? God Damn phone!!
Blade viciously throws his phone against the wall opposite him. The phone hits the wall, exploding into bits of plastic and microchips. Rebecca takes a few steps backwards, looking at Blade slightly frightened and angry.
Rebecca: What.... The hell.... Was that about? I think you spent too much time around Karnage...
Blade: Sorry Becky... I told myself that if I beat Karnage, Id quit smoking. Been off them for a week, so youll have to excuse me if Im a little... Uhh... Edgy.
Rebecca: A LITTLE edgy? Ive got a piece of phone lodged in my leg!
Blade: I apologise... Here, have an autographed picture.
Blade takes out a photograph and scribbles his name across it.
Rebecca: Blade, this is the cover off a White Stripes CD.
Blade: Well you dont think I carry pictures of myself around, do you? What kind of ego do you think I have?
The crowd start laughing, as Rebecca rolls her eyes and a grin spreads across Blades face once again.
Rebecca: Anyway... This week youve got your first match in the EurAsian title league. Just when you think youve gotten away from Karnage, youve got to face his associate Sanna. Any thoughts?
Blades smile fades, as he looks down, breathing heavily.
Blade: I very rarely complain about what goes on here. But Sanna has been gone for months and now he comes back, thinking he deserves a rightful place in the EurAsian title league? I say bullshit. Ive spent 3 months here, making a name for myself. And I am NOT going to have that all erased just because that has-been is trying to worm his way back into the spot light.
Blades eyes are wide now, showing a new found confidence and passion.
Blade: A few weeks ago, I wouldve been intimidated by you. A twisted guy with a reputation for destroying men in the ring.... But Ive stared into the eyes of a guy more twisted than you, a guy who has destroyed more men than you... And I've won. Im the one who came out alive. Im the one who came out stronger. A few weeks ago, you wouldve been able to beat me. But now... Im so much stronger. You cant resort to your usual scare tactics... I am immune. I eliminated you from the Lethal Lottery and I will eliminate you from title contention just as quick.
Rebecca: Wow, that was fierce. Cigarette cravings again?
Blade: Nope, that was all me!
Rebecca: Interesting. So do you have any message for the Eurasian Champion, Showtime?
Blade strokes his chin, taking a moment to relax before he continues talking
Blade: Showtime, you beat me once before. Dont let that go to your head. Like Ive said to Sanna, Ive become so much better these last few weeks that if you underestimate me in the slightest... Ill make you regret it.
My time is coming. I am a star that is simply not yet in the sky.... But when I do emerge, I will be shining brighter than anyone.
End of scene.
