BLAKE JONES RP
[ON CAMERA- “The Intro”]
“Let me tell you a little story.
There once was this kid for Pennsylvania who really wanted to be a soccer player. The heavy soccer influences in his life sort of made the decision for him, but he had a say in what he wanted. So, this kid trained and trained and trained until he got real good at playing the sport. In his high school years, the kid played for the varsity team and eventually managed to catch the attention of multiple colleges before getting recruited to Penn State University.
At Penn State, the kid started for the soccer team in his freshman year and by the end of the season, it looked like that not only would he be a force to be reckoned with, but he could easily go to the MLS draft and get taken pretty early as well. But instead, the kid did something that completely threw everyone off. That basically shocked every single fan of his because, well, they just could not understand why he had done so.
They couldn’t understand why Blake Jones quit soccer so that he could wrestle instead. They couldn’t understand what drew me to wrestling after spending so much time on the soccer field, training my ass off. They just couldn’t understand why I would give up a solid future in soccer for a unforeseeable future in wrestling.
But, I understood and that’s all that mattered to me. I’ve never told anyone why I did it and I don’t know if I really want to do it now, but I feel like it might help those watching why this upcoming match is gonna mean so much to me. It might just let those people see what the people in the past couldn’t see when I switched sports. When I shook up my future.
When I was about 18 years old, I had already played about at least three fourths of the season for the Penn State soccer team and was looking forward to us getting even more games in before we could make the tournament and try and become the NCAA champions. But then, a couple of days before our...I don’t exactly remember the number, but it doesn’t really matter. A couple of days before a game against Michigan, I was in my dorm room and my phone rang...and after seeing that it was my mother’s number, I picked it up and answered.
And of course, it was my mom on the other line, but instead of hearing her calm and relaxing tone of voice, it was something different. It was a tone I had never heard from her before in my life. It was as if something had happened that had completely changed her. Little did I know, that something indeed happen, though it took a couple of minutes to calm her down over the phone before she could get out a few words to me that told me everything I needed to know.
‘Blake, your grandpa George, he’s in the hospital. He suffered a heart attack.’
Man, when I heard that, I dropped everything, got in my old and shitty car, and hauled ass all the way back to Philadelphia. I hauled ass to that hospital. I hauled ass to the floor they had my grandfather at. And I hauled ass to that room. And I sat there, next to that hospital, hoping and praying and begging that he would at least wake up one more time and let me at least say goodbye to him in person. Lucky for me, my prayers were answered and he opened up those eyes one more time.
So, I sat there, and watched him open up his eyes as I tried to keep mine from closing shut from sleep and he asked me to move in closer before telling me these few words that play through my mind all the time now. These words that appear in my dreams. These words that I would be willing to get framed and hang them up on a wall in the gym my brother and I co-own, just so that I could look at them and remind myself as to why I do this..
‘Life is too short to not do what you love. Don’t do what they want you to do. Do what you want to do.’
Those were the last words he spoke to me because once those eyes closed shut again, they stayed shut...and he had died. He died telling me the thing that I needed to know the most. He died giving me great knowledge.
And then, after getting the few days to get rid of all my sadness from my grandfather’s death, I sat down and thought about his words. I thought long and hard about them. I spent days thinking about them to the point that I missed about two games from the soccer season. And after I was done thinking about it, I realized the thing that I needed to realize.
I wasn’t in love with playing soccer. It wasn’t my passion. It was just something I did because I was good at it and nothing more. So, in a surprise move, I stepped back and walked away from soccer after ending the season, surprising the hell out of everyone. But then, I went on my search for my actual passion, only to find out it was basically staring at me in the face almost my entire life.
Wrestling.
You see, my other grandfather, Paul “Pain” Jones was this solid heavyweight in the tri-state independent scene. He could never become anything bigger than that or find himself in a bigger company, so he decided to open up his own wrestling school, where he ended up training my brother at. He was the main influence of wrestling in my life, but when I ended that soccer season, I decided to give collegiate wrestling a try at Penn State.
And god dammit, it worked. It worked so well that once the wrestling season was over, I hung up my amateur wrestling tights, grabbed a pair of pro wrestling tights, and walked through the doors of the gym my grandfather owned. From the moment I walked into that gym, I knew this was it from me. I felt the passion I was lacking with soccer. I felt like this was the career that I belonged to. And when I stepped through those ropes into that ring, after getting my ass beat a couple of times, I was able to find that passion and use it to eventually graduate from the wrestling school and officially become a pro wrestler when I inked my first contract.
I did what my grandfather asked of me and I found my passion. But, there was another promise I made to myself after my trainer, my other grandfather, Paul, died.
His death seemed like yet another blow that I wasn’t ready for, but after suffering through one death in the family, I put on a more brave face and made myself a promise. I made myself a promise that means more to me than most of you would think.
Win a top title, World or Heavyweight.
My grandfather was a great wrestler, but the one thing he couldn’t do was win a top title. The man had to be almost 37 years old before he got his FIRST EVER top title shot. So, my promise was to do the one thing he couldn’t do because guess what? That man deserved a top title and if he couldn’t do it, then his grandson winning one would be the next best thing. And that’s why I wanna win the Pro Wrestling Project Heavyweight championship.
Sure, it would pad up my career even more so than it is already, but the top title is more of a personal thing rather than a career thing. It is something that has been on my checklist ever since that man’s heart stopped beating and he was pronounced.
Now, I’ve gotten my chances at a top title and I have failed. I took Magnus Gunner to the limit for the EXODUS Pro World championship and couldn’t defeat. But this time? There can be no failure. There can be no losing. There can be no ‘close enough.’
I want this win.
I NEED this win.
And when that bell rings, I’ll fight Adam Stryker and Sister Liliana with my all. And I will walk out the PWP Heavyweight champion.”
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June 11th, 2014
Paul “Pain” Jones Gym
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Blake Jones: Damn, man. I’m nervous as hell right now.
The one thing that really stood out about the Paul “Pain” Jones Gym, a gym filled with three wrestling rings and multiple exercise machines, was the trophy case filled with multiple championship and trophies. More specifically, championships and trophies won by my grandfather, my fraternal twin brother, and myself. The trophy case was originally built for all of my grandfather’s and his trainees’ achievements. Unfortunately, most the trainees who trained here haven’t come back and haven’t been back to Philadelphia in awhile, or have yet to manage to do anything in the wrestling business.
And here I am, standing in front of it, wiping the sweat off of my forehead with a towel after finishing running on the treadmill for the past couple of minutes. One of the non-wrestling trainers, Brad, makes his way over to me.
Brad: What do you mean?
Blake Jones: I mean that I’m nervous as hell. So many big matches coming up for me. Got the Dynamic Duos finals in White Plains in a few days and now I’ve got this Pro Wrestling Project Heavyweight championship match too.
Brad shrugs his shoulders.
Brad: I don’t see how you could be nervous about that. You should be excited.
Blake Jones: You’re kidding, right?
I turn to him, take my attention away from the trophy case.
Blake Jones: Tell me you were just trying to be funny right there and don’t really mean what you just said.
He shrugs his shoulders yet again.
Brad: Listen, Blake. You’re real fucking talented. Your grandfather never told you this shit, but he believe that you and your brother would be greater than him when the time came for you guys.
Blake Jones: For us guys to do what, exactly?
Brad: Break through the glass ceiling.
I rub my chin as I think about those last five words Brad has just told me. Slowly, I turn back to the trophy case, staring at all of the championships and trophies inside the big case. I take a step forward, getting close to a few inches between myself and the trophy case. Reaching my left hand up, I press it up against the trophy case. That’ll probably leave a handprint there; one that the person who cleans this case certainly will not appreciate. Oh, wait. That’s me.
Blake Jones: Have you ever looked inside of this trophy case, Brad? I mean, have you ever looked at all of the titles or trophies my brother, myself, and my grandfather managed to get in our careers?
Brad: Of course I have. My favorite belt is the XWA TV title replica you’ve got.
Yeah, except for the fact that I have two replicas of the thing, having won the title twice. Once against Mark Storey after getting screwed in the scramble match with him and once against Ace Andrews after he screwed me out of the title in a singles match by using the distraction from his manager to his advantage. Both reigns weren’t even close to impressive and that’s a title that I don’t take too much pride in holding twice.
Blake Jones: But, do you see the one type of title that is missing?
Brad: Um, a hardcore one?
I chuckle before pointing to the PWE Hardcore title my brother held and then pointing over to the office, where the actual XWA Hardcore title was being kept. I hadn’t been booked in an XWA card for over a month and soon enough, I would be going to their headquarters and handing in that title so that it could be rightfully vacated, and asking for a release from my XWA contract.
Blake Jones: Nope. Both Zack and I have held hardcore straps. Guess again.
Brad: Well, I know both y’all got tag team titles, so it ain’t that either. I don’t know. What is it?
Slowly, I pull my hand off of the trophy case glass. Yup, hand print.
Blake Jones: The one title no Jones from this family that wrestles has ever held is...a top title.
I turn to Brad, who looks confused as hell, before pointing behind me to the trophy case.
Blake Jones: In this trophy case, you won’t find any World or Heavyweight title. You won’t find a title that at one point was the top title of a federation in here. Not the EXODUS Pro World championship. Not the PWE Heavyweight championship. Not even the XWA World championship, though I was promised a shot by the top champion. You won’t find any sort of top title here.
Sighing, I turn back to the to the trophy case.
Blake Jones: And that is exactly why this PWP Heavyweight championship match has me scared as hell. Has me shaking like an addict without their vice.
Brad: Bro, you know you’ve got this match in the bag?
Once again, I begin chuckling as I keep my eyes locked on the trophy case and the multiple titles that never seemed to escape my grasp.
Blake Jones: That’s funny. I’ve been thinking I’ve got things in the bag, especially some of these matches, but guess what keeps happening every single time I find myself fighting for a top title? I lose.
It has happened EVERY SINGLE TIME. Fighting for the TCW Heavyweight championship while Liam was out and managed to get a shot against Phantom, only to get dropped on my ass and almost have my arm burned off. PWE was more about the ownership trying to get rid of my brother, so I never got my chance at that title. XWA has kept me away from the title and once I was able to get close enough, I was screwed in a number one contender’s match. And in EXODUS Pro, the only time I was in a World title match, I gave it my all...only to fall short.
Falling short has pretty much been a very solid theme in my career.
Blake Jones: If I can’t win this PWP Heavyweight championship, I’m gonna...I don’t know what I’m going to actually do, really. I just know that this is an all or nothing kind of match. And if I were gambling in, let’s just say...
I stare at the small empty space I have made for a future top title.
Blake Jones: I’d go all in.
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[ON CAMERA- “The Veteran”]
”You know, lasting in this business for more than a handful of years is an extremely tough task. Continuing to be good throughout the entire time you are in the business is even more impressive. A goal of mine is to have a long lasting career to the point where I can walk away in my 30s, knowing I was good for the better part of my career. What I'm saying is, I kinda wanna be like Adam Stryker in a way. And I find it ironic that one of the men who I hope to somewhat be like when I get up there in my years in this business will be one of the two people standing across the ring from me, ready to take my head off. I also find it funny that I actually kinda like the guy, while others despise him.
The fact of the matter is, Adam Stryker is one damn good wrestler.
I could run down his resume, but that stuff itself would take too long for me to do. All I can tell you is that if you ever want to see someone actually bust their ass in this business, Adam Stryker is one of those men. The man has held multiple titles, holds many accomplishments, and even runs his own wrestling school, which is very successful. In fact, how many wrestlers that you see throughout the independent scene came from the Stryke Dojo? There's my former tag team partner in Sylar Drake. That kid ended up becoming one of the first ever EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay champions, something I'm sure would have never happened had he not trained with Adam Stryker himself. Some other names have come out of that place that escape me at the moment, but I guarantee you that they won't when all of them show the true potential they have that was exerted out of them by Mr. Stryker.
I have nothing but respect for Adam Stryker, even if it might seem like an unpopular opinion. I know that he is a god damn hard worker in this business and while he may not be the kindest person or even the most humble, he is at least someone who is willing to give their opponent not only a great fight, but respect to go along with that as well. And I know that, as his opponent, he would be willing to give me that fight and that respect, especially with what's on the line in our match that doesn't belong to either one of us.
The Pro Wrestling Project Heavyweight championship. The top, and really only, title of Pro Wrestling Project that is now in the hands of the second ever champion, SIster Liliana. But, I'll get to her later. This little bit here is about Adam Stryker.
To say that Adam is walking into this match as a dark horse to win this thing is an understatement. I think Adam Stryker is the favorite to win this match, because, who else has the championship pedigree that he has? I certainly don't and the only thing I know that Sister Liliana has won besides the PWP Heavyweight championship is a tag title in Inferno Wrestling that she holds with some guy that seems to piss people off on the regular. Stryker probably has more titles in his possession than I have fingers on one hand, to be honest with you, guys.
I've done my research on Stryker and know that he has the experience edge in this one. I think he probably has been in the wrestling business longer than Sister L and myself have been COMBINED. And that's no knock on his age. I know that wrestlers do one of two things when they get older. They either are too injured to go on and retire before permanent damage can be done, or they're like Adam Stryker, and just age well like a great wine. Adam Stryker is getting to the point where he'll be like that 30 something bottle of wine that goes for millions because not only is the guy experienced as hell, but he is also very talented, making him even that much more of a threat.
While doing my small research on Adam, I was able to find out that he currently holds the Spitfire Pro championship, which most don't even know what Spitfire Pro is. But, I know what it is. And I know that the guy has busted his ass to hold that title, like he has held multiple other titles. Adam is currently at the top of one company and with a PWP Heavyweight title win, he could very well be at the top of two companies.
So, I guess it's my job to make sure that that does not happen.
Listen, Adam. I know we've met before. Hell, I even trained with you back when I was teaming with Sylar as part of the Young Guns and you probably know me more than I would prefer for you to know me. You probably know my strengths as you saw them firsthand and you probably know my weaknesses. Of course, this was months ago, so who knows what has happened since with me, huh? But, you see, here's the real problem, Adam.
Like I said before, I need this win. I don't hold any Heavyweight titles right now and haven't in the past. I have never been the top champion that you are and have been before. I'm not the man, like you, Stryker. Which makes me that much more of a tougher opponent. This could very well be my last opportunity at a Heavyweight championship for awhile. Maybe until I'm at least 25 years old. I don't get the same opportunities as you, Adam, and I probably won't until I can capture that first top title. And the PWP Heavyweight championship is going to be that first.
On the plus side, I don't even have as strong of a schedule as you, Adam. I mean, your name is such a big deal that you are practically booked on a card at least once a week, if not an even shorter amount of time. You've appeared on many cards in many different companies. You got the Spitfire Pro championship, you'll be looking to appear in that one new company and give them a bit of credibility by going after their top title as well, and you'll probably keep making that name for yourself even stronger by training all these other kids. Which leaves me wondering how prepared you are going to actually be for this match. Saying you are prepared and actually being prepared are two totally different things and I'm worried that when the time comes for our matchup, you won't be at one hundred percent due to that hectic work schedule of yours. I want to know if you will be coming in full focused on the match and not some other title that you plan on chasing.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I respect you, Adam Stryker. But while you're working for many companies, I'm sitting here with only one full time contract in Frontier Grappling Arts and just this match that's coming up against you and Sister L. While you have many heavyweight titles you are trying to rack up, I'm sitting here preparing myself for the only heavyweight title match in my sights for the foreseeable future. While you are probably looking at your schedule, wondering how the hell you are going to be able to wrestle so many matches in one week, I'm sitting here just preparing myself for some big matches that are coming up.
This is no disrespect getting thrown your way, Adam. While I may not have the experience edge or even the championship pedigree, I've got a few things over you that I know will propel me over you in this title match. I've got more heart than you and if training with me doesn't make you believe that, wrestling me in this match will show you that when it comes to digging down deep and pulling out that extra oomph that heart gives, I've got it and I will be able to use it. I am also faster than you and I plan on using all of that to my advantage. And finally, I just want this title more than you do. I want this title because to me, it won't mean another championship for my trophy case. This title will solidify my five year career and tell me all I need to know.
That I deserve to be in this business.
On June 28th, we're going to war, Adam. And I plan on walking out with the victory, the title, and a smile on my face."
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June 14th, 2014
White Plains, New York
Only a couple more minutes now and Riley and I are going to step through those ropes and fight in the finals of the FGA Dynamic Duos tournament tonight. The Sparklebuddies are sure gonna give us hell, but I've got to focus and make sure that Riley and I win this tournament, because winning this thing means I can finally achieve one of the few things that has escaped me in my career. Win a major tournament. And that can be done tonight when the Young Guns step out to that ring and take it to the team of Laurel Anne Hardy and Annie Zellor.
Using the white tape in my left hand, I pull apart a large strip, keeping it connected to the roll, before placing the beginning in the middle of the back of my hand. Quickly, I begin wrapping my right hand with the white tape, which matches the color of the white wrestling boots I'm wearing tonight. Once the hand is done and all wrapped up, I move down to the wrist and begin wrapping that as fast as I possibly can, knowing that the time to go out there and wrestle could be any second now.
Unknown Voice: You're really going to have to slow down if you wanna tape your hands and wrists up correctly.
Stopping the wrapping of the white tape on my wrist, I turn my head to the right to see who just blurted out those words to me. Standing there, dressed in a pair of white shorts and the new dark blue Philly Young Gun tee, is none other than a smiling Sean Sands. The former FGA Heavyweight champion, arms crossed, slowly makes his way over to me. I get up off of the black steel chair I was sitting on and pull the tape off before dropping it on the chair.
Blake Jones: Well, look who decided to show his Ohioan ass around here.
I extend out my left hand to my friend and he uncrosses his arms before extending out his left to meet with mine and form a handshake. He continues smiling as he notices the worried look on my face.
Sean Sands: Nervous, are we?
Blake Jones: Man, shut up. You know you were probably puking your guts out before you won the Frontier Lion's Cup at Above & Beyond II.
He shakes his head and lets out a laugh.
Sean Sands: Actually, I didn't do any of that. Was I nervous? You bet your ass I was. After every round I managed to survive through, I just felt my heart beating faster and faster until the match time came.
Blake Jones: And once you walked through those ropes, you were all smiles. I remember that because I was right there, in the front row with my girlfriend at the time and my brother. You seemed like nothing could bring you down. You seemed so god damn confident. What is your trick, man?
Sean cracks his neck before leaning and whispering in my ear...
Sean Sands: I was confident.
He then pulls away and I look at him, flabbergasted.
Sean Sands isn't a man who really exudes that much confidence. And yet, he had no trouble feeling himself and getting that tournament victory win and that heavyweight title shot. Me, on the other hand? I have no problem being a confident motherfucker and I'm sweating like crazy, ready to piss myself because I'm THAT scared.
Blake Jones: How were you able to do such a thing, man?
The former FGA Heavyweight champion shrugs his shoulders.
Sean Sands: I didn't really try and over-think it like you. Just went out there and won.
Blake Jones: So, if I shut off my mind right now, I'll be able to win Dynamic Duos with Riley?
Sean Sands: I don't know. Worth a try, right?
I give Sean a nod, agreeing with him.
Blake Jones: It definitely is. And if it doesn't work, I can just blame you for this loss and kick your ass later. If it does, then I guess I can use it for later this month.
Sean Sands: Ah, for the tag titles against SMWB?
Oh, right. We get a shot at the Super Mario Wrestling Bros if we win this tournament. Almost forget what the prize at the end is when the tournament is so competitive like this one.
Blake Jones: No. Well, yeah. If it works for this, I'll sure as hell use it for All Star Showdown 3, but I was talking more about PWP,
He raises an eyebrow quizzically.
Sean Sands: PWP?
I nod, confirming for him that he got the name right.
Blake Jones: Yeah. Pro Wrestling Project. They, uh, they gave me a shot at their Heavyweight championship, I just gotta defeat a few others to get it.
Sean Sands: And I'm sure you'll be able to get that into your trophy case.
Blake Jones: Yeah, you know, if I can get this monkey off my back first, then maybe I'll move on to the second one. The bigger one.
I see Riley turning the corner, getting ready for our match. He sees me and motions for me to hurry up because we're up next. I nod and he walks away, leaving me and Sean to continue our conversation.
Blake Jones: I just need these two wins, man. I need them real bad.
Sean Sands: Just try your hardest, Blake. No one will fault you for losing to some really good opponents who brought it to that ring.
Blake Jones: Man, you don't understand. But, honestly? Thanks for the talk. Now, if you'll excuse me, I got a tag team match to win.
Sean Sands: Good luck.
With that, I grab the white tape off of the chair and walk past Sean towards the entranceway as I begin taping up my other hand and wrist.
Just try to think about nothing. If this works, I could be looking at everything bad happening turning around...quick. I could be looking at a Dynamic Duos victory. I could be looking at a PWP Heavyweight championship. I could be looking at so much pressure just getting taken off my back.
And that just sounds awesome to me.
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[ON CAMERA- “The Champion”]
"I have seen many upsets in my life. I've seen a lowly African country like Ghana, who no one took seriously, defeat the United States in the World Cup and even almost, ALMOST make it to the semifinals with powerhouses like Germany and Spain and the Netherlands. I've watched teams like the Baltimore Ravens make it all the way through the playoffs and even win the Super Bowl, defeating powerhouse teams such as the Patriots and 49ers. Yes, I have seen many upsets in my life. One of the top ones though?
Sister Liliana defeating James Shark for the Pro Wrestling Project Heavyweight championship.
For those of you who don't know, one of the best wrestlers of this generation is James Shark. Go ahead and google the guy. Look at his Wiki page if you have to. Shark has beaten the best of them and has done so almost decisively and while doing that, he's held so many titles, especially top ones. Go look at his career record, It's absolutely nasty how great that record is. The guy has done it all and I honestly thought that when he was paired up against Sister Liliana, she would fall just like the likes of Brett Sands, Zack Lifer, and Flex Johnson did. But, I was wrong. James Shark didn't conquer Sister Liliana like a lot of people thought he would.
Instead, Sister Liliana did something only a couple of people have been able to do in the world. She defeated James Shark. Hell, she not only defeated James Shark, but she also won the PWP Heavyweight championship off of him. So, I got no problem applauding her huge victory. Sure, she and that Father Jones guy don't see it as an upset because they probably have their heads stuck up their own asses, where everything is sunshine and rainbows, and where SIster Liliana is the best thing in the world ever, but here in the real world, Sister Liliana got herself an upset victory against a superior athlete. So now we get to see if she can go two for two.
No, that's not a knock on your talent, Sister Liliana. I know you're talented. If you weren't, you wouldn't have defeated James Shark and you would not be holding that title over your shoulder. But, when we match you up to someone like Adam Stryker, you go from a favorite to retain, to the dark horse of the match. The way I see this match is we got the veteran in Adam Stryker, we got the champion in you, Sister Liliana. And then we got the wildcard in me. Though we have to subtract a monster from our equation thanks to Spencer Vain stepping out, but still, combining all of this together makes for one absolutely fantastic match.
Now, you said that you didn't know me, which has me scratching my head a bit.
First off, you could have easily done what I did when I heard that you beat James Shark and Google searched you. You know, you find some interesting stuff when you decide to at least not be some lazy idiot and actually do your research on an opponent. Secondly, you could have remembered me from the one time I showed up at your main place of business, Inferno Wrestling. You probably don't remember, cause you were probably dropped on your ass when you went under the Sweet Potato gimmick or whatever the hell you were going under, but I actually wrestled in the main event against then Inferno champion, Josh Anderson. Funny how it took me just accepting a challenge to get to the main event of a company you worked for. Shit, you probably hadn't wrestled the main event at that point, huh? Or lastly, you could have just asked someone who Blake Jones was. I'm sure someone would have loved to have told you all about me. But, since you didn't do any of that, I'm going to to do you a favor and introduce myself to you.
Hello, my name is Blake Heath Jones. I was born on February 22nd, 1990 and I was the first of two fraternal twins. I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Now, my career highlights include, a couple of tag team title reigns, two TV title reigns, two hardcore title reigns, and some other title reigns. Of course, there is one reign that's missing that I've mentioned multiple times now. A heavyweight title reign. This I'm hoping- no, PLANNING on fixing soon enough.
But, I'm not going to take anything away from you. You've done good for yourself. You've managed to rack up some victories in this company and even got yourself a tag team title reign over in Inferno with Thomas Pain. But, there's going to be a problem with all of your success lately. That problem is named Blake Jones.
I get it. You feel as if you are the shit and all of that because you managed to win what is probably your first ever heavyweight championship. But, I'm here to tell you that you can be beaten, and I plan on doing it when we face off with Adam Stryker in a triple threat match for that title you currently hold in your hands. I'm not egotistical. I'm not out of my mind. I'm not shooting for the stars. Well, technically I am. But you should learn that you can be beaten. Many have done it before and you can add me to the list of someone you couldn't beat.
Sister Liliana, you don't know me and I barely cared enough to know you. But when you sat there and told me that you didn't care, that I was gonna become one of your next victims? That lit a fire under my ass that hasn't been lit in quite awhile. You have managed to piss off Blake Jones and if you had actually bothered to learn about me even a little bit, than you would know that a pissed off Blake Jones is the worst Blake Jones to be looking at from across the ring. So, go ahead and continue to not know anything about me. Continue to sit there, with Father Jones by your side, and stare at that title for as long as you want. When I drive my boot down your throat and shatter so many teeth that you'll have to go to the orthodontist to get them shits fixed, know that it's all your fault. When I take your title and become a heavyweight champion for the first time ever in my career, you will only be able to blame yourself.
You sit there and try and think you're better than me and I find it cute, because I know that you aren't. I've wrestled people that you would never find yourself in the ring with because you wouldn't dare risk it. I've defeated people that would make your Father Jones shake in his boots and shake that cheap ass perm right off of his head. I've done things that you would have really loved to learn about. And I've countlessly defied the odds over and over and over again. You think I don't got a chance of taking your title off of you, Sister L? I think that those who know me would beg to differ. I think that those who know me would tell you that you're going to have your plate full with me and Stryker. I they'd tell you to look me up, because Blake Jones isn't a name you want to overlook. Multiple people before you have made that mistake and have paid for it dearly.
At the next PWP card, you're going to fall in the same category as those people.
And when I'm done in the ring with Adam Stryker and ESPECIALLY you, you won't like the end result. Because Blake Jones, your supposed next victim?
He's going to become your PWP Heavyweight champion. Bet on that."
