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Date Posted: 16:48:58 02/06/00 Sun
Author: Jake Blade
Subject: White Devil, and everyone in the eight man Battle Royal READ



[The scene opens in a sold out HWF arena. The crowd is still pumped up from Redemption 2000. All of a sudden, the lights go dim. A blue strobe light hits as "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple plays over the PA. The crowd knows who it is this time and pops HUGE. Jake Blade steps out from the back with Tanya on his right side. The crowd gives a big pop. Jake Blade is wearing a white shirt with some black barb wire colored on the sleeves with some black baggy pants. Tanya is wearing a black see-through shirt and some tight black jeans. As Jake and Tanya make their way down to the ring, a blood red spotlight follows them. Jake steps through the ropes first and then helps Tanya in. Jake and Tanya pose on the lower ropes on each side. The crowd pops everytime. Jake calls for a mic and one flys over the top rope. Jake reaches his arm up and grabs it out of the air. He pulls the mic to his lips and starts to speak.]

Jake Blade:
Well, I said I'd do it, and I did. I came into Redemption 2000 with a goal. And I fulfilled it. I went into that Cell against IcE, and came out the victor! *crowd pops* I didn't just beat him. I beat him goooooooood! I almost killed him in there! He didn't even control the match a little bit. I came in, took control, and made him submit with the Final Breath. I snapped his back in half and won. But, that was in the past. I have a match tomorrow, also! Against Hardcore Jay. In another Hell in a Cell match. This is going to be great. I know that I outmatch Hardcore Jay in talent, and I proved it last night. And I know that there isn't a chance in hell that he can beat me. He can't beat me in a regular match, and I'm almost positive he can't beat me in a Hell in a Cell match! His brother may have been the HWF World Champ for about three to four days and then lost it to Mankind. Which he probably should have in the first place. He's just lucky the NWD decided to come down and help him out. But I'm not going to stay here and talk about Jay Man, I want to talk about my opponent. Hardcore Jay, you may THINK you have what it takes but I know for a fact that you don't. I saw your performance last night and I saw you give a halfway decent match to the crowd. You eliminated the biggest loser in the fed, Pirnona. But don't get cocky because you pinned his shoulders to the mat for the 1 2 3. Because it's nothing to brag about. And I'm definitely no Pirona. I can kick your ass in and out of the ring, or Cell. And that's what I'm going to do on Monday Night War. And I'm not going to be as headstrong coming into this match, either. I had quite a workout sticking my boot up IcE's ass and having to pull it out that thing. But I'll still come out of that match triumphant. And this time I won't be run into the back by Mankind and a barbwire covered 2x4. Hell, I just may bring a barbwire covered 2x4 to pound the crap out of Hardcore Jay with! I have a distinguished style of wrestling, it's a cross between Truly Extreme and High Flying. I love to incorporate weapons into my moves and I can't wait until I can unleash my rage on Hardcore Jay and make him suffer. Not that I have anything against Jay, it's just that's the mind-set that I have every time I have a match. And this match is no different. And when my music hits and I come out from the back, I want everyone out there to remember this one thing: I'm a cut above the rest!

[The crowd started to chant Jake Blade's name over and over. Jake glared into the crowd and chuckled. He pulled the mic up to his lips and continued to speak.]

Jake Blade:
Now, onto White Devil. White Devil, you sorry son of a bitch, you did the worst at Redemption then I think I've ever seen anyone do at a Pay Per View in my life. I watched your match from the back and I saw this: Your music plays, you come in, you get a move done to you, and your out. That was basically your part in the match. And you expect to be able to come out and win a match with an NWD member?!? No, you don't even DESERVE a match with a NWD member. Even though you will probably get one whether you like it or not because... well, you suck and we hate you. You suck because all you did when you made fun of the NWD is try to be like a Mankind, by feuding with the NWD. But your no Mankind. *crowd pops* Mankind might actually come close to beating one of the members of NWD. But you, you wouldn't have a change against me, McBain, Reznor, or Joker. THat match would be shorter than the last match you were in at Redemption. It will be kind of like each of the Rock's matches where he wins. Three moves, pin. And you'll have to walk your sorry, winless ass to the back. So, if you have the balls to face me instead of those two morons who think they're good, Roit and Eclipse, you'd face me. But not in a Hell in a Cell match, I don't feel I have to waste a good Hell in a Cell match on you, I think I'll make our match a Japanese Death Match, just to see if you survive!!!!

[The crowd pops. Jake takes a couple steps forward and continues to talk.]

Jake Blade:
And now I'm going to speak about hte eight man elimination match for the NEW HWF BELT!!! *crowd pops* This title is my destiny and no one else's! This title had to have been made for me! The Millennium Man! So that I may lead the HWF into the next Millennium! And we have seven of the eight spots filled. It looks like we have Nyte Ryda, ME, Riot, White Devil, Cactus Jack, Maximum Reality, Jeff Matthews, and a big fat question mark. Who will be in that spot? No one knows yet... But I'm going to dissect this match person by person.

[Jake clears his throat and starts pacing.]

Jake Blade:
First up, we have Nyte Ryda. This is one of the four major contenders for this belt. The rest of them just don't cut it. But, Nyte Ryda. I respect you, you are a great competitor and a great mic worker. But, I'm afraid you are one of the poor souls I'm just going to have to CRUSH to get to my Title. I've only been here for about a week and I've seen that you are one of the big talents in the HWF. You've won every match since I've been here I believe. But this is where that winning streak is brought to a halt. It's going to be a real battle between you and me in that ring, and I think we will be one of the highlights of the match. We may both be under the spotlight, but I'll have to do to you like I did to IcE and push your ass out of MY light! *crowd pops* And it will be in typical Jake Blade fashion. If you didn't notice, Ryda, Jake Blade fashion is dominance. And it may be a struggle, but I will be able to throw you over that top rope, leaving only seven left in the ring.

[The crowd pops and starts to chant Jake Blade's name. Jake continues to speak.]

Jake Blade:
Now, the second person is me. I mean, what can I say about me? I'm great, the REAL champ in this cluster of men. I'm the second of the four I feel deserve this title. But the third person in this match is Riot. And I think I stated earlier in this promo that I feel that he is no match for anyone else in this match, except of course for White Devil, who is just as low as Riot. Riot, you come out here with your fruity little costumes on and you talk for about five seconds. Then you hand it over to your buddy Eclipse, who talks for about ten seconds and then you both say something that doesn't make much sense and leave. You say that you have a 3-1 record in the HWF. Well, my record is 1-0. So what? It doesn't matter what your record is when your in the ring with tons and tons of real compteitors and battling it out for a belt. And you can just throw the records right out the window when one of those competitors is Jake Blade. So screw your record and screw you. I don't give a damn about your record and I have a sinking feeling that no one else in the match does either. We all know that records don't matter and as of right now, you don't matter! You shouldn't even be in this match! I don't even know why the prez allowed your punk ass to be in it! You don't deserve a belt. And neither does your friend Eclipse. The only way either of you could get a belt is if some jobber like White Devil had one, and I don't think that's going to happen anywhere in the near future. And when I take you by the head and throw you over the ropes there will only be six left.

[The crowd pops. Jake continues pacing and talking.]

Jake Blade:
Then we have White Devil. I think I covered that guy, and I know he won't be any kind of threat so after I take HIM by the head and toss him over the top rope there will only be five left!

[The crowd pops as they start to chant "DEVIL SUCKS! DEVIL SUCKS!"]

Jake Blade:
Yes, yes he does! But... next person in the match: Cactus Jack. This is another one of the four I feel deserve this title. Why does he deserve this? Because he his is one extreme SOB. And I respect him for it. He's put his life on the line with C-4 explosions and tables and billions of chair shots, and for what? For the FANS! *crowd pops* But, Cactus, our respect for each other was never ment to be and all of us knew we would face each other someday. And I didn't think it would be this soon. Or for a title. But, nonetheless, it is. And I think the fans are going to get their money's worth on this one! Everyone will watch a newly made epic battle between Cactus Jack and Jake Blade. You are probably the only one in this match who is more extreme than me. And you'd better be as Extreme as you can be. Because I'm going to come firing out of that shoot. ANd I'm going to take your deteriating body and just absolutley destroy it. If all of your injuries aren't enough, I'm going to add one more! HOw about a broken back! Because when I lock you in the Final Breath there is no escape. Just ask IcE. The only thing that stood in the way of me and killing IcE was your buddy Mankind. I say "Lucky IcE, unlucky Cactus Jack". Why? Because I don't FACE Mankind. But I do face Cactus Jack, who is almost alike Mankind, except a little more demented. Or maybe less? Well, it doesn't really matter. All that matters is me and that title. And on Thursday, those two things will be combined. Not Cactus and the title, Jake Blade and the title! Cactus, you may be one of the best wrestlers in the HWF, hell, you MAY BE the best, but there is no way you will have a title to show for it. Either a member of the NWD has one, or your buddy Mankind has one. No room for Cactus Jack. So there! After all is said and done, what will end up happening is me taking you by the head and throwing you right over the top rope, onto the floor. Then there will only be four left!!

[The crowd pops! Jake stops pacing and just stands and talks.]

Jake Blade:
Now, onto the next person in this match: Maximum Reality. This is the fourth, and last person I feel deserves this title. Maximum Reality, I saw your promo AFTER Redemption and I'll have to say it was impressive. All except for one thing. Reznor is not the self-proclaimed Millennium Man. I AM!!! And it's not self-proclaimed. Ask anyone I've faced. Hint: IcE. And he'll tell you that there isn't a chance that I couldn't be the Millennium Man. Maximum Reality, screw your head on straight before I screw it on straight for you!!!!! *crowd pops* So get it right! But, you're in the match for the new title, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to beat you down like I will everyone else in the match. And you can't just screw around with one member of the NWD and get away without any phisical harm. I'm going to make you pay for your words about Corey, and not understanding that I'm the Millennium Man. If Corey didn't beat you down enough already, I'm going to make up for everything that he didn't do. If you don't believe me... ASK ICE! God, if anyone didn't think I was going to say that they should be shot. But, back to you Max. Max, I know that it's going to be a battle between you and me, also. But I know that I will come out victorious. And why? Because I'm a cut above the rest! How will i come about victorious you ask? By taking your head and throwing your body over that top rope and onto the ground. Leaving THREE left!

[The crowd chanted along with him on the "Leaving THREE left!" part. Jake lets them pop and then continues to speak.]

Jake Blade:
Now, the final person in this match is Jeff Matthews. One of Road Dogg's drinking buddy's I'd suppose, But, Matthews you will be no different from the rest of the group. Well, the bulk of the rest of the group. There is a high class in the match... and a low class. You, my friend are in the low class. Along with Riot and White Devil. I consider you lower because, well... to be quite blunt: You suck. I mean, who have you beaten since I've been here? Who have you beaten in your CAREER??? I don't think anyone really worth mentioning. And have you held a title? Nooooo! And this match will be no different. No title for you, Jeffy. No title for you or the rest of the clan. Just for me. The Millennium Man, who so deserves it. And there will be much rejoicing when you come into that ring on Thursday and stay in there for about ten seconds, until I grab you by the head and throw you over the top! Then there will only be TWO LEFT! Me, and some... guy.

[The crowd is shocked. They didn't know who that other guy was either.]

Jake Blade:
But, does it really matter? No, no it doesn't. Because whoever it is, I'm just going to throw that guy over the top rope, by the head, onto the concrete. Leaving ONE left. That one left, that will be me. Jake Blade. Jake Blade as a champion. Now fancy that! Me as champion. No one thought it could happen so early did they? Well, I sure as hell prove them wrong. And WHY?!?!? *the crowd starts to chant along with him* Because I'm a cut above the rest!!!

[The crowd pops after he says that. Jake Blade tosses the mic over to the announcer. The announcer dropped it, of course. Jake hopped over the top rope and onto the apron. Then he helped Tanya through the ropes and onto the concrete. They pose for pictures as the cameras flash. They take hands and walk to the back, with the crowd popping all the way. The scene fades to black.]



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