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| BlaZe | May 16 2008, 05:29 PM Post #1 |
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The Playmaker
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*The scene opens up in a French lounge. It isn’t overly classy, but not trashy by any stretch of the imagination, its just a regular hangout. The French band “Superbus” is on stage performing as a large crowd of people are on the dance floor, going at it. BlaZe is sitting by the bar, looking a bit stressed, while sipping on what appears to be Johnnie Walker Black Label and Ginger Ale.* OOC: If you haven’t tried it, you’re missing out. *BlaZe is wearing actual clothing, a far departure from his regular jersey attire. Instead he wears a blue and orange striped polo, dark blue jeans, blue timberland boots and a blue Toronto Maple Leafs baseball cap, turned backwards. He sips on his drink as he watches the show, as the band begins to play their hit song, “Radio Song”.* Jennifer Ayache (Lead singer): Bonjour mes amis! Nous avons un invité spécial ce soir! BlaZe, sVo Superstar veuillez venir à l'étape?!?! (Hello my friends! We have a special guest with us tonight! Would sVo superstar BlaZe please come to the stage?!?!) *The crowd on the floor is in awe, but begins to cheer loudly as a spotlight shines on BlaZe, who shakes his head and begins to make his way to the stage as Superbus starts the song.* J'en ai jamais assez, je suis vite lassée, Je voudrais combler ce manque Mon obsession me hante, *BlaZe climbs up on to the stage and salutes the fans, as Jenn sings the chorus, while motioning to BlaZe to take the next verse.* Jenn: ”WE ARE WE ARRRREEE ON THE RADIO NOW ON THE RADIO NOW!” *BlaZe shakes his head and takes a mic, beginning to sing, actually not that horribly.* BlaZe: “ J'en ai jamais assez, je vois toujours après, Des fois je me demande Comment je peux m'y prendre J'en ai jamais assez, je suis vite lassée, Je suis jamais contente, On dit que je suis chiante, ” *The crowd goes crazy at the sight of an sVo superstar singing to them, alongside one of their own bands, in their own language! The begin to chant something so extremely French that BlaZe can’t understand them. He salutes them once again and jumps down off the stage, high fiving fans and hugging female fans the whole way back to the bar. He finishes his drink in a quick shot and waves as he makes his way out the door, obviously to escape being called up on stage again.* *The scene fades, almost pointlessly, as it returns a few seconds later, BlaZe now in the back of a car on his way back to his hotel.* *BlaZe holds up two fingers, and begins to play air violin* BlaZe: “Quick! Look! It’s the world’s smallest violin! I mean a little background, mood music would be good wouldn’t it? Lighten the mood for that dysfunctional family reunion? I don’t care to meddle in your life, but based on what I’ve seen, his daddy was a bitch, and your daddy was a bitch. Now before I go forth with this, I wanna take a step outside of our match for a second, in all honestly, I wanna say congratulations on the wedding, whether you like me or not, weddings have receptions, and you can bet your ass that if there’s a party, I’ll be there, so when someone busts out pantsless, drinking straight from the open bar that you better have, it’ll be me, I’ve given you fair warning, please pass this notice along to your guests. Especially your bitch daddy. Anyways, on to this little racial war you’ve started. I’ve said before, I have no problem with Americans, aside from New Yorkers, now, I don’t care to find out where your from in the States, but the fact is, for anything you can say, about American supremacy, you being better than us, well, I can top that, and have the rest of the world agree with me, because, while Americans are ignorant, as you have clearly demonstrated through pointless babbling about bullying other nations and marrying your cousins –“ *BlaZe puts the pieces together and freezes, apparently coming to a realization* ”You know what Willy, I wont be at that reception. I refuse to take part at that incestual celebration that you are holding. Let your bitch daddy know that he can take your sister on, I wont be there to tie her up.” *BlaZe stops again, and shudders at the thought of Willy’s incestual wedding ceremony, and then pulls out his cell phone, clicking around for a few seconds before pushing it into the camera. X-Rates.com Current exchange rate, accurate as of Friday, May 16, 2008 at 12:55 PM ET. $1 CAD to $1.004 USD* *BlaZe clicks exit, and puts his phone back into this pocket* “Well, there’s one thing, we do have a higher currency. Sorry about that. Another, quick spot of information to run past you. Let’s go back in time to the year 2006. I’ll set the scene. Willy was at home, pounding away at his sister, his bitch daddy sitting behind a camera intently, cock in one hand, camera in the other. American fans were in disbelief as the pro-sports MVPs were announced. The All-American game, Baseball, had named Justin Morneau, of New Westminster, BC, Canada its MVP. A Canadian MVP in the American national sport? What could top that? Steve Nash, of Victoria, BC, Canada, being named the NBA MVP! Two American dominated sports, two Canadian MVPs. Throw in Joe Thornton, of London, Ontario, Canada, and that’s three professional MVPs out of four.* “And to address your attempt, the Carolina-BASED Hurricanes won the Stanley Cup that year. Yep, Carolina-BASED, like the North Carolina Tar Heels, Wake Forest Demon Deacons, other Carolina-BASED teams. What you fail to realize, in typical American ignorance, was that those “Carolina” Hurricanes, were made up of 30 Canadian players, to 18 Americans on the Full-roster, when you break it down to the game roster, well the number of Americans plummets even further. The Captain? Rod Brind’Amour, Canadian. Star goaltender? Cam Ward, Canadian. Top Scorer? Eric Staal, Canadian.” *In a stereotypical Maritimes accent* “What’s dat aboout?” “Now aside from your American ignorance, and by the way, you ARE in France, and have yet to piss on anything aside from your sister. I would point out that you have no video of this, however, your bitch daddy probably has the documentary down, so I’ll side step this one. But yes, aside from your American ignorance, well, you make some sense.” *The cab driver says something in French, BlaZe responds, laughing, before turning back to the camera.* “Vendetta, not my best work, what I did do, however, is earn a title shot, which you may or may not have done. What I did do, is unfortunately, end the career of one Damien Sands. What I did do, is take it to Death Venom, who still hasn’t recovered and in retaliation, took me out with that backstage attack. The match, was a tougher match than you’ve ever fought in. Sure, you took down Nebuloir, and he took down the Champ, just as I said, you’re a stepping stone to greener pastures. Just like I, as you like to call me, “a child”, will use you as a stepping stone to greatness, I’ve worked my whole life, don’t call it whining. I should’ve had the shot that I was promised right away, and in my injury I couldn’t take it right away, so they gave it to you. The man second in line, I agree with you, that’s how the cookie crumbles, that’s the way shit worked out, fine. I like the thought behind that, you know, the whiny children? Good job to psych yourself up for your children, as it will be tough to dip into that shared gene pool that you and your sister have, and produce a normal child. Future planning, family planning, I respect that Willy, maybe you aren’t so bad after all.” “I now understand that you didn’t sleep with the boss’ daughter, you slept with your father’s daughter! If it works for you, it works for you, it got you a title. I prefer to work and fight, and earn the title, not have it handed to me. That’s what us Canadians do, we work, we don’t laze around, eating fried chicken and banging out siblings, we put in a good day’s work, and reap the benefits in the end, this is why your country has a multi-billion dollar deficit, and we, are riding high with a government surplus. My determination, my drive, my heart works for me, and you’ll see this soon enough, when I’m standing tall over you, Las Vegas Title in hand –“ *BlaZe reaches down and retrieves a sealed bottle of Crown, Limited Edition, holding it up to the camera to show that it is CANADIAN whisky * OOC: Yes it does exist, if you can get your hands on it, it’s seriously worth it. “And bottle of your favourite drink, in the other, let’s do this Willy, get off your sister, it’s Game Time.” *BlaZe pays the driver, says au revoir and exits the cab as the camera fades.* |
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