Post by Goldash on Mar 26, 2008 22:59:09 GMT -5
Done. Finished. Gone. Retired. After Episode 3 of the URWL on YouTube, Blood's career was a shadow of its former self. The days of Blood's prime are all but over. He has already been immortalized as the first ever URWL Champion and one of the first five wrestlers signed to the URWL roster. The thought of Blood officially hanging up his boots and waiting for his imminent induction to the URWL Hall of Fame seemed likely after Episode 3. But it was not to be.
A shot of a lifetime awaited Blood, real name Kurt Polaris, in Episode 4. A shot for URWL North American Championship gold. It was a chance at redemption for the future hall-of-famer, one that would ultimately determine the future of his career.
As many URWL fans already know, Blood captured the URWL North American Championship from Merle Haggard Jr. Decisively.
"I couldn't stand every single little pissant fan telling me I was washed up, that I should consider retiring," a confident Blood utters between sips of his Lowenbrau. His scarred body, permanently marred from bad blade jobs and accidents with barbed wire in Japan, proudly shining in the dim light of the hotel lobby. "Merle Haggard Junior never saw what was coming. I made the most of what was offered and shoved it in his overrated, overpaid, over-respected, white-trash face." He unbuckles the URWL North American Championship, which hangs around his waist like a gleaming "most improved player" trophy, and slings it onto his shoulder, smirking in the process.
He speaks highly of the belt. "It's beautiful..." he lauds, "...and it's going to be around my waist for a long, long time. With this invitational, I have finally received my due respect as a true living legend of the URWL. I have become feared once again...and loving every minute of it."
His invitational, one match in the books (a victory over a surprising Trent Tail), looks to be another one of his trademark exploitative ideas - a series of matches that will undoubtedly be replete with ref bumps, illegal uses of weapons, and bloodied opponents. That, however, is what Blood intends. "People say I bend the rules...that I cheat...that I take matters into my own hands...but that's just them. That's not what I think. Every infraction I commit lands me one step closer to the URWL Championship."
In recent weeks, Blood has gained notoriety not only in the URWL locker room, but in the minds of the URWL fans. Blood not only belittled the roster to justify his invitational, but insulted its collective intelligence. For the duration of the Blood Invitational, Blood has requested a private locker room and a limousine escort to his own, separate hotel room. This limousine also transports him from show to show. All of these measures are provided for him by the URWL to ensure his own safety.
The URWL roster is also rumored to have organized their own waiting list for the Blood Invitational with wrestlers from all weight classes, skill levels and genders. Fusion, who defeated Blood in Episode 3 (in his first URWL match since 2003), supported such a plan. "The man has no idea what he's talking about," Fusion angrily proclaims. "The URWL roster isn't Blood's plaything. Neither should he receive special treatment from URWL brass because of what he said. Private limousines? Rooms in separate hotels? Bloody 'ell, just give him a fucking blowjob and a kiss on the ass while you're at it!"
Blood, however, maintains his superiority, even in the face of adversity. "The idiots over in the URWL locker room can say whatever they want, and cry, bitch and moan about how tough life is with !nterogative, Salvatore, CobrA, Jesse, the Syndicate and myself holding every major belt. The truth is, Goldash, this roster just doesn't have the balls or the energy to keep up with us. That's why we have the champions we do. We actually work on getting better, not bitch and moan about how many losses we have. I was winless going into Episode 3, and the locker room assholes chewed me up and spit me out week after week...all the same old shit! And look where I ended up. I'm on the winning streak of my career."
The Blood Invitational continues in Episode 6, against yet another mystery opponent. Time alone will reveal if Blood's winning streak and his thoughts about the roster define his career or plunge it into a sea of doubt.
A shot of a lifetime awaited Blood, real name Kurt Polaris, in Episode 4. A shot for URWL North American Championship gold. It was a chance at redemption for the future hall-of-famer, one that would ultimately determine the future of his career.
As many URWL fans already know, Blood captured the URWL North American Championship from Merle Haggard Jr. Decisively.
"I couldn't stand every single little pissant fan telling me I was washed up, that I should consider retiring," a confident Blood utters between sips of his Lowenbrau. His scarred body, permanently marred from bad blade jobs and accidents with barbed wire in Japan, proudly shining in the dim light of the hotel lobby. "Merle Haggard Junior never saw what was coming. I made the most of what was offered and shoved it in his overrated, overpaid, over-respected, white-trash face." He unbuckles the URWL North American Championship, which hangs around his waist like a gleaming "most improved player" trophy, and slings it onto his shoulder, smirking in the process.
He speaks highly of the belt. "It's beautiful..." he lauds, "...and it's going to be around my waist for a long, long time. With this invitational, I have finally received my due respect as a true living legend of the URWL. I have become feared once again...and loving every minute of it."
His invitational, one match in the books (a victory over a surprising Trent Tail), looks to be another one of his trademark exploitative ideas - a series of matches that will undoubtedly be replete with ref bumps, illegal uses of weapons, and bloodied opponents. That, however, is what Blood intends. "People say I bend the rules...that I cheat...that I take matters into my own hands...but that's just them. That's not what I think. Every infraction I commit lands me one step closer to the URWL Championship."
In recent weeks, Blood has gained notoriety not only in the URWL locker room, but in the minds of the URWL fans. Blood not only belittled the roster to justify his invitational, but insulted its collective intelligence. For the duration of the Blood Invitational, Blood has requested a private locker room and a limousine escort to his own, separate hotel room. This limousine also transports him from show to show. All of these measures are provided for him by the URWL to ensure his own safety.
The URWL roster is also rumored to have organized their own waiting list for the Blood Invitational with wrestlers from all weight classes, skill levels and genders. Fusion, who defeated Blood in Episode 3 (in his first URWL match since 2003), supported such a plan. "The man has no idea what he's talking about," Fusion angrily proclaims. "The URWL roster isn't Blood's plaything. Neither should he receive special treatment from URWL brass because of what he said. Private limousines? Rooms in separate hotels? Bloody 'ell, just give him a fucking blowjob and a kiss on the ass while you're at it!"
Blood, however, maintains his superiority, even in the face of adversity. "The idiots over in the URWL locker room can say whatever they want, and cry, bitch and moan about how tough life is with !nterogative, Salvatore, CobrA, Jesse, the Syndicate and myself holding every major belt. The truth is, Goldash, this roster just doesn't have the balls or the energy to keep up with us. That's why we have the champions we do. We actually work on getting better, not bitch and moan about how many losses we have. I was winless going into Episode 3, and the locker room assholes chewed me up and spit me out week after week...all the same old shit! And look where I ended up. I'm on the winning streak of my career."
The Blood Invitational continues in Episode 6, against yet another mystery opponent. Time alone will reveal if Blood's winning streak and his thoughts about the roster define his career or plunge it into a sea of doubt.
