“It's not an easy thing sometimes, being in demand.”
Blade Alexander stands, straightening out his tie.
“But I doubt most of you would have the experience of trying to wrestle a five star match with a former NWA World Champion, then hop on a plane, fly across the country to only a few hours later face someone else who thinks he's a World Champion, or that any title he's held in the past makes him one.”
It's early evening and the blinds are open. The SCA turned ACW star could look out into the night, but mostly he'd just see the apartment building across the parking lot from his own.
“I know Thatcher Rex thinks of himself as some great ring general with years of experience under his belt, but face it, no one in SCW cares about any of that. You didn't do it in SCW, you didn't do it in NWA, so why bother doing it at all?”
“The only people around here, and I'm telling you this Thatcher because you're new and I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt here, the only people that brag about the past are those broken down old losers in Mark Ward's little male escort club. That's seriously it. Not even Spike Staggs brags about the past and that's astounding given his eternal struggle to seem relevant on any level.”
“But I digress. If you come into SCW thinking you're going to get some amount of respect for what you've done in the past you're sadly mistaken. You needed to just get over it. You're in SCW now and that's all that matters.”
He picks up the jacket that matches the rest of his black Italian made suit from the back of his chair.
“And don't think that I'm going to be one of those guys that's taking you for granted. I saw what you did at New Year Rising. It wasn't you earning the number one contender status to the Roulette Title that impressed me. They give anyone in their first couple matches here that chance. It's not even that you're probably going to win the title when you get your shot. The champion is a child. You taking the belt from that kid is literally taking candy from a baby.”
“What impressed me is the ease at which you did so. Granted you've not really faced anyone of note so far in SCW, but in doing so you showed people that they were really no one of note.”
“But now you face me, and to be honest, with me you never know what the fuck you'll be getting. Am I going to be pissed off about something? Probably not, I don't even know you. Am I going to be angry? Not likely but who knows really. What you are getting is the best fucking performer SCW has, someone who's been at the very top of SCW since day one, and someone who has already wrestled once hours earlier against a legitimate legend and has spent hours on a plane directly thereafter. That's what you'll be getting.”
“So now the real questions, Rex.”
He smirks.
“Just what Blade Alexander are you going to get? Am I going to be worn out from my other match? Is jet lag going to take it's toll? Am I going to be beaten and worn out? Am I going coming into the match with the momentum of having beaten a former World Champion or am I going to be pissed about losing. Am I going to be tired and worn out and just want to get back home again or am I going to be short-tempered and pissed off from the day? Double booking is a giant hassle Thatcher, I can tell you that now.”
“And even at their best have you ever heard of someone so in demand that they've travelled across the country in a single day just to do a double shot? A few hours up the highway, sure... But I'm going from Nova Scotia to Nevada. The thing you have to ask yourself Rex is what are you going to get? Blade on the back half of a double shot, is my tank going to be empty or will I just barely have time to warm up?”
He grabs his bag, packed and ready to go.
“Tyrant King, that's the name you've given yourself right? I like that but... You see Thatcher, sooner or later every reign ends. Is your reign going to end before it begins or do you think it's just starting? You like to think of yourself as a wiley veteran though, so I guess that puts you on the back slope. Not a place you want to be against a guy who angry and bored and just looking to move into an NWA title match. Knock off a former NWA World Champion then take out the number one contender to an SCW title all in the matter of about 5 hours? Thanks, I think I will.”
He turns off the lights and steps out the door.
Black.
