Post by Blade Alexander on Apr 12, 2011 0:16:00 GMT -5
Halifax. Pier 21.
It's a sunny yet breezy day on Halifax harbour. Across the river you can see the landscape, the hospital, Truro. Out in the middle of the river being lead in by tugboats is a large cargo tanker. In the foreground on the pier itself stands a man with his back to the camera. The tendrils of his long brown hair whip around in the wind. The tails of his coat blow around him, but a crest is clearly visible on his back.
Blade Alexander: It was in this very spot that my great great great grandfather first step foot in this great nation I call home. Like all immigrants he had dreams or carving out a living for his family here in a country that boasted so much opportunity. He had planned to land here then move west, staking out a claim in the prairies. That never panned out. As soon and he landed here the man named Aldous Alexander fell in love with this place as though it were his own native home.
He turns now, a young man in his mid 20's, a light beard just a whisper on his face. Along with the custom made coat which bares his family's coat of arms, the newest acquisition in EUW is also dressed in a pin stripe Armani suit.
Blade Alexander: My great great great grandfather was never a famous man, but he did establish a Canadian dynasty and a heritage of each generation of our family outdoing the last. He created a new home and life for his family. His son established his own successful business. His son grew that business and boasted an even larger family, my grandfather became a hero in the war. Then came my father. He stepped away from the family business to branch off in his own direction, and became the greatest Alexander of all, a 5 time World Heavyweight Champion. The greatest of all, that is, until now.
He arches his fingers together, with a cold stare into the camera and into the minds of each of his future opponents.
Blade Alexander: I chose to follow my father's footsteps, but at the same time I chose to overshadow them. I'm not willing to sit back and slowly forge my own identity through the same hard work and perseverance that is family tradition. I, instead, chose to take hold of my dynasty and my destiny and choke it until I have wrung from it everything I want.
After having been around the world and being successful at whatever I put my mind to, I saw the need to come back to the sport I grew up enamored with thanks to my father. Though I already have success as a wrestler, it's been nearly a year since I stepped away from the spotlight to better hone my craft.
I could not, however, resist the lure presented by EUW. Here sails a rudderless ship, sinking under the weight of it's own success. On one hand you have the EUW faithful, that really behind it's banner to preserve what they have, whatever scant crumbs those may be. They are resistant to change. They refuse to evolve. They would rather stay the course and enjoy what success they have.
Then on the other hand you have the Empire. Built on the backs of glorified mercenaries, the Empire is a business trying to push the limits of success and wring every possible cent out of EUW. They create chaos and anarchy where they go in a desperate grab for power and control. Only one side may come out victorious, but what side will that be?
He smirks, it's the scheming smirk of an opportunity for someone like Blade Alexander to exploit a situation, and no one is more Blade Alexander than THE Blade Alexander himself.
Blade Alexander: That side will be whichever can boast EUW's brightest shining hope; me. As I see EUW now it is a company divided by civil war, but this is a war, like all others, orchestrated by those who scheme and plan and plot. By those back room politicians who would never go out and fight their own battles. They use their employees like the pawns they are, moving them here and there, manipulating them, keeping them at odds with each other all to distract them. 'Look at the enemy,' they say, all the while with one hand in the pockets of their charges.
Mark this date well. This is the date when all of that changes. A new leader has come to EUW. Strong. Bold. I have no ties to either side. I am the hottest free agent in professional wrestling today. Empire. EUW. Which side will win? Whatever side can offer me the most incentive will. I wont be taken in by those who would have me simply do their dirty work for them. Whatever side claims Blade Alexander as their leader will be the one who brings this company, this business, and this sport back to the glorious heights it once held. I am Blade of the House of Alexander, and I have come to establish a new dynasty in EUW.
Fade.
It's a sunny yet breezy day on Halifax harbour. Across the river you can see the landscape, the hospital, Truro. Out in the middle of the river being lead in by tugboats is a large cargo tanker. In the foreground on the pier itself stands a man with his back to the camera. The tendrils of his long brown hair whip around in the wind. The tails of his coat blow around him, but a crest is clearly visible on his back.
Blade Alexander: It was in this very spot that my great great great grandfather first step foot in this great nation I call home. Like all immigrants he had dreams or carving out a living for his family here in a country that boasted so much opportunity. He had planned to land here then move west, staking out a claim in the prairies. That never panned out. As soon and he landed here the man named Aldous Alexander fell in love with this place as though it were his own native home.
He turns now, a young man in his mid 20's, a light beard just a whisper on his face. Along with the custom made coat which bares his family's coat of arms, the newest acquisition in EUW is also dressed in a pin stripe Armani suit.
Blade Alexander: My great great great grandfather was never a famous man, but he did establish a Canadian dynasty and a heritage of each generation of our family outdoing the last. He created a new home and life for his family. His son established his own successful business. His son grew that business and boasted an even larger family, my grandfather became a hero in the war. Then came my father. He stepped away from the family business to branch off in his own direction, and became the greatest Alexander of all, a 5 time World Heavyweight Champion. The greatest of all, that is, until now.
He arches his fingers together, with a cold stare into the camera and into the minds of each of his future opponents.
Blade Alexander: I chose to follow my father's footsteps, but at the same time I chose to overshadow them. I'm not willing to sit back and slowly forge my own identity through the same hard work and perseverance that is family tradition. I, instead, chose to take hold of my dynasty and my destiny and choke it until I have wrung from it everything I want.
After having been around the world and being successful at whatever I put my mind to, I saw the need to come back to the sport I grew up enamored with thanks to my father. Though I already have success as a wrestler, it's been nearly a year since I stepped away from the spotlight to better hone my craft.
I could not, however, resist the lure presented by EUW. Here sails a rudderless ship, sinking under the weight of it's own success. On one hand you have the EUW faithful, that really behind it's banner to preserve what they have, whatever scant crumbs those may be. They are resistant to change. They refuse to evolve. They would rather stay the course and enjoy what success they have.
Then on the other hand you have the Empire. Built on the backs of glorified mercenaries, the Empire is a business trying to push the limits of success and wring every possible cent out of EUW. They create chaos and anarchy where they go in a desperate grab for power and control. Only one side may come out victorious, but what side will that be?
He smirks, it's the scheming smirk of an opportunity for someone like Blade Alexander to exploit a situation, and no one is more Blade Alexander than THE Blade Alexander himself.
Blade Alexander: That side will be whichever can boast EUW's brightest shining hope; me. As I see EUW now it is a company divided by civil war, but this is a war, like all others, orchestrated by those who scheme and plan and plot. By those back room politicians who would never go out and fight their own battles. They use their employees like the pawns they are, moving them here and there, manipulating them, keeping them at odds with each other all to distract them. 'Look at the enemy,' they say, all the while with one hand in the pockets of their charges.
Mark this date well. This is the date when all of that changes. A new leader has come to EUW. Strong. Bold. I have no ties to either side. I am the hottest free agent in professional wrestling today. Empire. EUW. Which side will win? Whatever side can offer me the most incentive will. I wont be taken in by those who would have me simply do their dirty work for them. Whatever side claims Blade Alexander as their leader will be the one who brings this company, this business, and this sport back to the glorious heights it once held. I am Blade of the House of Alexander, and I have come to establish a new dynasty in EUW.
Fade.