Post by Blaise Fader on Jan 28, 2017 7:12:12 GMT
((Hey guys. Remember when I botched two promos in a row?
One for just existing?
Didn't want it to go to waste, so here it is.))
One for just existing?
Didn't want it to go to waste, so here it is.))
"I fucked up."
In a familiar cinematic gesture, Blaise is recording from her phone. Her face is a painful blend of regret and embarrassment, made more so by the light shining from her laptop monitor - it's her previous promo, in all its rushed and heavily-doctored splendor. For each mistake she can call, some more obvious than others, she can't help but cringe.
"I know, I know. I screwed the pooch on this one, I did. Botch-a-Mania. Magdalena? She's not even in the bloody match! I gave you lot a half-arsed product, an' y'know what? For that, I'm sorry. Every one of you deserves better. Every single one of you deserves better from your Champion. Not just half-arsed - the whole arse... so to speak. So... here goes.
"First things first: I gotta be honest with ya. Honesty's what I've functioned on my entire life, ain't gonna stop now over minced words. Spilled milk, an' all that. So, yeah, if it wasn't clear due to my brother dearest's Industrial Light and Magic-type shit, I am, in fact, bothered that MJ Bell pinned me at New Year's Evolution. There, okay? I said it.
"And MJ, please, please, please don't take it the wrong way. You're someone I admire an' respect not just in the UKWF locker room, but the entire wrestling industry itself. Outside of it, too! Yer sweet, an' honest, an' don't take no shit from nobody. You worked to get where yer at, never took no shortcuts. The easy way was never your way, and I appreciate that a whole lot... an' ya did what ya had to do. Not gonna lie to ya an' say I seen it comin', but I'm not gonna fault ya for doing yer job better than the rest. Whenever the time comes, we're gonna tear the damn house down, wherever we'll be, an' we'll see who earns the UK Championship. Winds of Change, though, ain't our night to give each other our best; it's givin' our worst to Arcane and--"
Blaise interrupts herself, striking a parody of a thinking pose. She gives the camera a wink and a giggle. "--Cross Recoba. Oh yes, lovey, I didn't forget 'bout ya this time 'round! An' how could I, what with yer sweet new digs! Gotta say, pretty neat of that Selfridges to let ya stay there all day!
"But that's not the point of all this. This is an addendenum! An... addendedum? Addenum?"
Blaise interrupts herself once again. Her thinking pose is not a parody, this time.
"... an add-on. This is to make the message loud an' clear, in case it wasn't before: when it comes to me an' MJ Bell in the ring, there's no miscommunication. I trust her to do her best, just as she trusts me to do mine. As Champion, that's the least I can do. As for you two... well, the Winds of Change are a-blowin'.
"New Management can't pretend a storm isn't comin' their way."
