Forged in blood...(LunaSic)

[jasta]

Bryan Jasta makes his way to the ring during Mayday's early going. With mic in hand, he stands alone in the ring, prepared to issue his challenge.
How ironic is it that the man I set my sights on here in XWA, Chris Lionheart, is to be part of this King of Crimson Title match. Why you ask? Because it's spurned an idea of my very own. Last week on Takedown, I was defeated by the masked man we all know as Lunasic. A loss I DON'T take lighty. So that makes the score one apiece. So bravo to you beating me last week. Because the verdict is OUT. I know just what kind of fighter you are. I pride myself on knowing my opponents every move. The human game of chess. Losing to you was only a small part of the grand scheme. And the scheme comes to a head...TONIGHT. I vowed that I would unmask you, and I have every intention on doing so.

A small pause...

You see. There's one sure fire way to get you to pull that mask off. And that's by making you BLEED. What good is a blood soaked mask? So here, TONIGHT. I'm issuing a challenge. You and me, in a FIRST BLOOD MATCH. One way or another, I get my retribution tonight, freak. Now come on down, I know you're just ITCHING to get a word in.

Like last time, Jasta mockingly provokes Lunasic. He awaits his arrival.

[unknown]

'Boys & Girls" plays as LunaSic walks to the ring in a slow manner of making Jasta wait abit longer. Let the idea ooze into his head of what he was getting himself into. He slides into the ring slowly, a microphone set aside for him to take into his hand on the way

You want to talk about a chess game? I let you beat me the first time, to see what you got. You came at me in round two, and I countered what you got. What you failed to realize though is that, I only showed you the top of the barrel when it comes to my arsenal. I've got holds that haven't even been named yet to debut and use to make guys like you eat their words and their tongues.

He circles Jasta as he tugs at the hair protruding from the mask he wears.

If you wanna go blood for blood, thats fine by me, I have no problems bleeding you like a stuffed pig for shits and giggles, and believe me, wrestling you invokes alot of giggles.

Besides, thats reason enough to get rid of this stinky mask anyways. It cuts my breathing in half and forces me to sweat too much. My stamina suffers and I nearly black out after a few minutes of a match. So getting it off will only make me that much better.

So take it from me, I beg you, take this mask I hide behind away, so that you can look upon the face of the man who will not just terrorize you, but every single member of this organization aswell.

No champion will be safe, no women unscarred. I will do to this place what I am destined to do anywhere I put these boots on, and that is take over and defy everything that stands before me. Gods, odds and mountains of flesh that wish to keep me from the top.

So again, I ask of you, I beg of you, BLEED ME DRY AND SHOW THE WORLD THIS FACE!

He begins punching himself in his own forhead, mockingly trying to do the job for him to save time and effort

[jasta]

Jasta looks at the man with perplexed wonder. Was he truly this mental, or was it another clever rouse. Jasta raises his mic and speaks.

Save the needless violence, freak. I don't want an easy victory. I want to savor the sweet sight of you head soaked in you own blood at my OWN and. Tonight, once and for all I expose to the world just what kind of PHONY you are. You've pulled the wool over the eyes of all these idiots, and every idiot backstage. You've got something to hide, and on this night, I reveal to the world what that is. Wehn I make you bleed and remove that ridiculous mask.

Jasta awaits his final response.

[unknown]

Oh, thats pleasant! I'll love busting you open too.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to attend to some paint drying that can actually hold my interest, instead of listening to you tell me about my mask and blood.

And a dramatic turn has taken place. Instead of the senseless brutality on himself, he's gone quite sarcastic in it's place as he turns to leave towards the back