Present Day
Odessa, Texas
We Die at the Bottom but we Live Like Kings
That fucking phone has been ringing off the hook for hours. Someone heard about Eden and her negotiations with Brian Blades a few weeks ago and now suddenly everyone wants to talk to Brian fucking Blades. Can't a guy retire in piece? He could be seen relaxing on the couch in his relatively modest estate. Everyone always expects him to live like a fucking rock star but in all actuality he's a simple guy. His ranch house looks like it would be better suited for the old people he bought it from. He started to stir when there was a knock on the door. There weren't many people that knew the gate code or that could even get passed the old guard dog, Charlie, that came with the property.
"Who the fuck….." he exclaimed as he pushed himself to his feet. He walked over to the door and peered out through the window blind. "You gotta be shittin' me….." He unlocked the door and pulled it open. "What? No hello or how have you been?" Blades simply stood there looking on. He narrowed his eyes before he finally said something. "Every single time you come here I get roped into some bullshit." You guys remember the reporter for Sports Illustrated we saw in the beginning? Yeah the sexy little blonde….you remember. Here she stood in the doorway of The Icon himself.
"Can I come in?" She asked. Blades sighed as he stepped aside and motioned for her to come inside. He closed the door behind her. "Judging by the fact that you're here I'm guessing you were at Eden's press extravaganza a few days ago?" He asked as she was taking a seat on his sofa. "She invited me. It would've been stupid not to have gone. WWH press conference. That's a big story." Blades nodded as she spoke. "She forget to mention that I'm retired? After that shit that went down in SEE with Enigma and that piece of shit Maddox….forget it. The only thing you ever cared about was a story anyway." Blades walked into the next room and grabbed a beer out of a refrigerator that looked like it was straight out of the 1950s.
"Eden didn't say a word about you. It's like you're some big secret. So I came here. Everyone at WWH acts like I was trying to kill them when I ask questions." "Let me stop you right there, Les, I'm not a part of WWH and I'm not under contract with anyone." Same old shit. Somebody mentions the name Brian Blades and the media loses their shit. Leslie sighed and stood up from the couch. She walked over to Blades wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a pouty face.
"So there's no chance you signed with WWH?" She cracked a smirk as she looked at him. Blades simply shook his head. "If you knew then why did you come here?" Blades removed her arms from around his neck. "I don't do interviews and I'm late for a meeting. I think you probably know the way out right?" Blades took a drink from the bottle in his hand and motioned towards the door. You're probably wondering what the story between these two is truthfully I don't really know but it's a story that'll probably best be told later. Right now Blades has some rock star shit to handle.
Leslie rolled her eyes and made her way out of the house. She stopped at the door and turned her attention back to him. "Heard you were facing Tora Nishida. Guess maybe I know a little more than I let on. He will probably give me a lot more than you ever could anyway." She walked out the door and pulled it closed on her way out. Blades threw the bottle at the door as it closed. Guess there's a little tension there. Blades pulled his phone out and made a call.
"So Leslie fucking Cockerill just left my place. Guess news travels fast. Oh…. I'll fucking be there don't you worry. I've been waiting to get my hands on that piece of trash ever since that bullshit they pulled. I'm on the next fight out. I'll see you then." Blades laid the phone on the counter. "First Tora Nishida." We slowly fade into a black screen.
Friday, December 18th, 2020 7:09PM EST
Somewhere in San Andreas
So Sorry, So Sorry But You're Going Down
youtu.be/YG3QxwA7i34We fade in to a shot of a metal drum with a fire burning inside it. We're in an alley somewhere in a rougher part of the city. The camera pans out from the fire revealing our fucking champion, The Biggest Fucking Icon In Wrestling, The Living Legend Himself, Brian Blades. He's crouched down wearing a pair of Ariat work boots, tight blue jeans, a black t-shirt, black sunglasses and his long hair pulled back into a ponytail. He was staring into the fire as he held a stick against the ground tracing a pattern. "Most people would be afraid to be on these streets in this part of town after dark. This city is a completely different animal when the sun goes down. The freaks come out at night." He pushed himself to the upright position.
"A few weeks ago I got a call from a friend of mine, Edeni. She asked me to come negotiate a deal with WWH. Initially I declined because honestly this business has lost respect for guys like me. But….She made me an offer that nobody else could. She gave me her word that there would be no disrespect for what I've accomplished in my career. She gave me her word that I'd be held in the upmost regard as a 23 time world champion, a hall of fame icon in six different promotions. Most of all she gave me his word that she'd serve me Jonathan Edwards on a silver fucking platter!" Blades began walking through the alley way. Off to the side he notices two homeless men having their way with one another and stops and points the camera at them.
"This is usually where you'd find a guy like Edwards on a Friday evening. But I'm not going to stand here and talk about him as much as I want to. This is about Tora Nishida who thinks I'm a stepping stone. Who thinks I'm all used up! Guess what! I think I still got a little gas in the tank. I think maybe I have a title run left in me and most of all I'm still fucking better than you! I'll be seeing you soon!" Blades walked through the alley as the scene fades.