Steve Sayors: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time... John... Blade.
The children in the building are watching the titantron scream and cheer as loudly as their little lungs
can handle. The rest of the fans in attendance seem less than enthused, and they let the Chain Gang
know about it by cheering him as he enters the picture.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: Steve Sayors, it is good to see you, my man! How have you been?
John hits Steve on the back with a little more force than was probably necessary. Sayors tries to move the microphone back to himself to say something, but The Chain Gang tilts it back over to him.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: And there is no better place for me to reunite than right here in... Mars.
Naturally, the sheepish fans clap and cheer for the name of their city as they always do.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: You know what I'm saying, Steve?
Blade laughs and finally allows Steve to get a word in.
Steve Sayors: I actually don't, I'm afraid. I don't speak Mandarin. But I do want to officially
welcome you back to the XWF Leap of Faith and, of course, back to Sunday night Leap of Faith. It hasn't been
the same without you!
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: You can say that again.
The Chain Gang waits patiently for Steve, who looks around, confused by the situation he currently finds himself in.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: You can say that again.
John stares down at Steve until the light finally turns on.
Steve Sayors: The XWF hasn't been the same without you.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: No, it certainly has not. We can't be ungrateful, though, right? As bad as this
The company has been over the past several months. I would be remiss if I didn't at least acknowledge that damn man... these kids are trying their best. Sure, most of the locker room is filled with forgettable pint-sized men with as much charisma as my pinky toe. Definitely, the so-called
'' Superstars'' still picking up that pension check are good for a laugh every now and again. Look, I'm not being disrespected here, Steve.
Steve Sayors: It sounds a little disrespectful.
Surgeon of the Thug | John Blade: Then please allow me to change my tone. Guys like Jay Fetu... I just think he should take a cue from what you saw earlier, he tried his best to
keep up with the four of us, The Storm, The Greatest of all time, and she failed
miserably. Then she
packed up his bags, realized that her time in the game had passed, and she limped back to Mars
That's all I'm saying. A guy like Jay Fetu, he has had one hell of a career. I mean, one of the best
ever. But this time is over, Steve. Our Time. Well, you know the rest.
Steve Sayors: Ok. This isn't really even what I was going to ask you about this Sunday.
Chain Gang| John Blade: Alright, fair enough. Shoot.
Steve Sayors: This Sunday, you'll enter the Leap of Faith in a Five-Way LOF Qualifier match against Deena Hixx, El Landerson, Jay Fetu, and Latoya Hixx. There is no shortage of history between the five of you in the same ring together,
either. countless matches. You all have run the gamut of friendship and extreme hatred. Are you
excited to get back in the ring with Mark Cross for the first time, and now with so much at stake, trying to tip the scales of war into Peter's Principle's favor?
Blade sighs loudly and shakes his head for a moment.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: Yeah, sure. Peter Principle and All That. Look, were The one who're gonna win these Leap of Faith Qualifiers, so it lies on my massively broad shoulders to carry the load for a ragtag bunch of Warfare. I mean,
there are some outliers on this Leap of Faith. Some LOF Qualifier in the rough. I love what The XWF is
doing, Jay Fetu is a bona fide star, Latoya. ...
The Crowd chants '' Latoya.''
Surgeon of Thug|John Blade: Is the next XWF Leap of Faith Qualifier, and I'm great. They got the
other one as well. But yeah, the majority of this collaboration is quite frankly dead weight, and it's
a tough load that I have to carry, but thankfully I always have...
Surgeon of Thug|John Blade: Hefty Strong Clean Burst. Strength that's anything but ordinary.
Steve Sayors: What is going on?
Chain Gang|John Blade: So yes. I have no doubt that we will take care of business this Sunday like I always do, and I'll lead this Leap of Faith Qualifier PLE LOF to victory.
Steve Sayors: You didn't even mention the XWF Leap of Faith side of the Leap of Faith Qualifier. Guys like
El Landerson and Deena Hixx?
Chain Gang|John Blade: I literally have no idea who those people are.
John smiles into the camera.
Steve Sayors: Alright. So, what's the Leap of Faith, John Blade? What is going to be your legacy? What have you accomplished before you hang up the Air Jordans?
Blade looks down at an invisible watch on his wrist band and then off camera.
Chain Gang|John Blade: CUT!
With that, Blade moves out of frame, and Steve looks around, extremely confused by the entire
Situation. Only a few silent moments later, and ' John Blade returns and nods at Steve.
Chain Gang| John Blade: ''Hey, what's good, Steve?
Steve Sayors: Jay Fetu?
Chain Gang| John Blade: No matter if anybody here likes it or not. The Chain Gang, The Surgeon of Thug, The Champ, The Leader of Bladenation, and The Greatest of Ever Do It is...
Back! We are ready. We stay ready, we always be about that motto of Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect. Never Give. Up Surrender. Go pick up your copies of The Legendary, now re-released on Blu-ray 4 K. Also, don't miss Freelance premiering and streaming exclusively
on XWF. Any more questions, Steve?
Steve Sayors: Just one. What is happening right now?
' John Blade' looks off camera and nods a few times before turning back to the interviewer.
Chain Gang|John Blade: What's going on right now is we're about to head out there in front of this sold-out
crowd in Mars and put on a show the likes of which they have never seen before. Because
The Champ...
Some of the fans finish the catch phrase, but most are just confused.
Chain Gang|' John Blade': Is headed your way.
With 'John Blade' waving his hand in front of his face and rushing off the scene leaving Steve to
stand there dumbfounded with the microphone still in hand.