The Web: Part 2 (Blaze)

[Tyson Terra]

Sidetracks. Situations. Mishaps. All in all, Tyson still had an agenda to uphold whilst within the XWA, and agenda that included many. It was all business, each and everyone whom he'd come in contact with...but after Soul Survivor, there was one in particular who he was interested in more than most. He stood tall in a tag match opposite a very unlikely partner in Jayson Jones...but it certainly wasn't the present that concerned him, but a brief past.

Now, let's see what this man is up to...this will be fun.

He flips his black Razr open and hits a few buttons...those cellphones. With the right equipment, you can track anyone, anywhere. The dial tone reaches his ears...wouldn't long before the man named (or nicknamed) Blaze would pick up.

This will be fun...

[blaze]

Ah, his debut was amazing. The fans roaring out his name, the glow from the arena lights, and best of all...The victory. Those were the feelings he had missed for so long now. But at Soul Survivor, that feeling had returned. The REAL Blaze had returned.

Now though, a mere few days later. We see Blaze resting in his hotel room. Kicked back on his bed, his eyes barely seem open. He would have probably dosed off right there if it wouldn't have been for his cellphone ringing...

He reaches over and picks up the black Razr. A gift he had received from an 'acquaintance' awhile back...Flipping it open, he reads the name on the caller I.D., it reads 'problem solver'. Ah, a special title he had entered into the phone for said acquaintance. This should be interesting....He presses the button to answer...

"Ello?"

[Tyson Terra]

Well, hello there Gregory. I find it a bit surprising that you still even have this "line", seeing as you've been living the uh..."charmed life". I see that you were in action at Soul Survivor. Quite a shame I didn't get the chance to bump into you up there. You'll understand that Canada and I aren't the best of friends...I shudder to imagine what will happen when this company steps into Toronto...maybe I'll pay a visit to some "old friends" over there huh?

With an atomic bomb.

A sly, sarcastic laugh follows. The very thought of Blaze...in whatever form he was in only reminded him of the bitter past of places, people things not even worthy of mentioning. Terra spoke in a tone that made it pretty obvious that he wasn't necessarily a happy camper.

[blaze]

Blaze can be heard laughing at the other end of the line...

"Yeah, Toronto ain't exactly Terra territory now is it? Though yours truly seems to be a pretty big name up around that neck of the woods...."

Blaze sits up in his bed. Adjusting the phone into his other hand as he switches which ear the cell is placed against...

"So, what do I owe the pleasure of this call? If I remember correctly, last time we talked was...oh, I don't know...back when I left you face down in the ring after an Incinerator?...."

He was sure they had exchanged words since then....However, he just wanted to remind Terra of that moment....

[Tyson Terra]

Who could possibly forget that fine, fateful evening? You've made a career of taking whatever opportunity you can get, and that night wasn't an exception to the rule.

So now you're a big fish in a small pond all of a sudden. Pffft...that dump doesn't mean shit to me...and deep down it doesn't to you either. Nothing there is worth a cry to the wind...not that bitch of an ex-whatever she was...not your little girl, none of that. If I had my way, high atop that cute little tower would be the heads of three certain young "angels" impaled on stakes.

The streets are always busy in New York...morning, noon and night. Sitting in the back of the black limo he trolled the city in nowadays he looks out onto the people. Worker bees...scurrying along with their own lives, no idea whatsoever of the "big picture".

The only thing I do concern myself with is the fact that I never got the chance to pay you back for your kind gesture way back when. I honestly didn't think you'd have the nerve to step into a new arena, what with all the...*ahem*...success your seeing up north.

Low and behold though though, you find yourself now in a place where competition is the life blood...not all the melodrama...and as fate would have it I now have that opportunity. Small world isn't it?

[blaze]

"A small world it is Double T.....But please, leave Lindsay and my daughter Emily out of this. Don't even speak their names...You remember what happened the last time you bad mouthed them....I wouldn't want to have to embarrass you like that...again..."

He knew where this was going. Of course, now it was inevitable. Why did he even answer the damn phone?

"Seriously though T....Do you honestly think your worthy of facing me? Because thats what I'm getting out of this conversation so far. You want to get some sort of revenge by taking me on in the ring...But seriously dude....I don't think you can handle the Blazester...Then again...I really doubt anybody in this pathetic little X-Dubya-Eh can...."

Blaze makes his way over to the mini-fridge in his hotel room. Removing a bottle of sprite from inside of it. He twists the cap off and takes a drink while awaiting Terra's little rebuttle...

[Tyson Terra]

I could care less about your ex-bitch and your little bitch, Blaze...haven't you been paying attention. The only thing they ever were was bit-players in the sad comedy of your wrestling career. On the contrary...I think that when all is said and done, you're going to wind up crawling back to Toronto in a bloody heap...back to that farce of a wrestling promotion in your farce of wrestling gimmick bitching about how in this place you amount to nothing. I start to think to myself which "version" of you is more pathetic, with or without the make-up. The answer is simple actually...they both are, only thing is that here you'll have to earn your uh...rep...by fighting and not by living the "soap opera" that they love in Toronto so much.

When you stand eye to eye with me, Shaddix...Blaze...whatever, you stare into the face of something that's greater, stronger and more powerful a force than anything and anyone you've ever faced in your quote-unquote "career". This won't be about your false sense of glory. It won't be about "revenge", it's simply going to be about having an asskicking gift-wrapped and delivered right to your face, courtesy of my boot.

Under my boot...you know, that sounds like a really fitting place for you to be. It's shame we couldn't have done this sooner, what with you running around as if you're actually somebody important. Maybe in your own little world...or "theirs", but there's a Live Event that's going to be happening soon...I think that would be a perfect time and place for me to put you in yours, where it is that you TRULY belong...laying on your back outcold, in a pool of your own blood, or if I'm in a good mood...BOTH.

Up to the task, Blaze...or are you too busy tooting your OTHER horn as well?

[blaze]

The more Terra's annoying little voice rings throughout Blaze's head, the tighter his grip becomes on the bottle in his hand. Until it eventually over flows from the pressure. The soda that was inside now running down Blaze's hand and dripping cold on the floor beneath him...

"You dare belittle MY career? How many titles have you won? How many matches have you won? Hell, how many matches have you even competed in? You know, you haven't changed one bit. Just like in Toronto, your nothing but a little bitch who talks a whole hell of a lot more than he can actually handle...The only difference, back then I actually believed the shit you spewed..."

Theres a moment of silence...

"Just wait boy-o....This place, it'll be like every other company I've stepped foot in. I'll be holding the world title in no time...While you, you'll still just be a pathetic little nobody...Yeah, you remember how it was back in Toronto...back when you were my bitch because you knew you could never even get close to any title otherwise..."

Another short pause. Terra had slightly gotten to Blaze, leaving it hard for him to form the correct words he wanted to use...

"To keep it short and simple...Yeah, I'm up to the task....But, are you up to the challenge?"

[Tyson Terra]

If I'm not mistaken, you were MY bitch. The only reason I gave you a thought was becuase I thought that you were going to be a truly impressive champion, and not some pathetic primadonna like everyone else. You did me the favor of snuffing out that worthless pile of crap Pryor and Starr tucked tail before I had the chance the do the same to him.

Mission Accomplished...but then you only wound becoming the same piece of crap. Pity, you had so much potential...

Now, it's just about making one more piece of crap realize that titles don't mean a damn thing to me. Never did. I operate on a level that you will never be on, Blaze. My glory is the kind you don't get from some championship, but rather doing what it is EXACTLY that I did there as I will do here, and that's change the way the game is played.

The limo arrives at it's destination. It's an unnoticeable, inconspicuous location somewhere in the city that seems to be guarded quite well. Something inside of this place was of utmost importance...

Looks to me as if we have a game going at last between us. Come ready to win Gregory, but prepared to lose...

[blaze]

"Well Mr.Terra....I think someones got their story slightly mixed up somewhere along the way....I believe you were the one who did whatever I said....Just so you could remain on my good side and stay in the presence of the title that you knew you'd never hold...So I really see that as you being the bitch..."

Blaze finishes the few sips of soda left in the bottom of the bottle before tossing it into the trash...

"A quick word of advice....Train...Train hard....Try some steriods...Get a personal trainer....Do anything you can to try and build an edge...Because when you step into the ring with me...Your going to need that edge...Your going to need any little advantage you can get over me....So I'll come prepared to win...And then thats exactly what I'll do.....Have fun counting down the days to your demise....."

With that, Blaze hangs up the phone...The conversation was over...Oh, but the battle was only begining....

[Tyson Terra]

Tyson flips his phone shut as he steps out of the limo.

Demise he says? Oh, a glorious death awaits me, but it won't be by his hand that for sure. I've got something special planned for you, Gregory...I'm quite sure your going to enjoy it.

Some guards step to the side as he enters this place, what looks to be a lab.

Now that the pleasure is out of the way, time for business. They say you shouldn't mix them...but the hell with what "they" say.


END.