The Blaze Factor (o2a)

[Trouble*]

For the first time in what seemed like months, "Moth" by Audioslave hits the P.A. system. The fans come to their feet in appreciation to The Blaze Factor. Promos for Takedown were being made left, right, and center, and with the ring cleared for a few second, Ryan figured he might as well take the free slot and head out to the ring. Back to the scene, Ryan slowly makes his way out to the stage. He still had minor difficulty maneuvering around his soar left knee, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He continues down the ramp, ignoring the mixed reactions from the fans. Why should he care if the fans love him or hate him? Either way, all he truly cared about was if they respected him, and he was damn sure they did. Up at ringside, Ryan hops onto the side of the ring and enters through the ropes. He snags a mic from the ring caller, and raises it up to his lips.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages.... Welcome to The Blaze Factor. The only factor that matters. Hell, the only factor PERIOD. There is no RD factor or whatever that shit Davis is shoveling down your throats, nah. It's all about me, baby. The V.I.P.

Annnnyyywhoooo, ya'll wonderin' what your boy Rye-guy is doing back inside an XWA after a torn ACL waaay back at the beginning of the season? Well, I'm sure it's probably going to dazzle you all a bit to comprehend this, but... you can recovering from injuries! Oh shnap! No, but seriously? I spent my time doing rehab. I spent my time recuperating my knee. I licked all my wounds and now I return back to my home to continue on. And with that, I present to you: THE OPEN CHAAALLENGEEEE.... OF DOOM!.. or something like that. What it is, honestly, is just a plain up, open challenge to any fruit loop out back who thinks they can take Ryan Blaze on mano-e-mano. If you have the balls, sticks 'n' stones, guts, testicular matter, family jewels, or any other form of bravery that implies to having equipment, bring your baby-back bitch ass down here.

Ryan walks to the rope closest to the entrance way and stays still. There was no way he was going to leave until he had what he wanted, a return match.

[King]

Moments later the lights goes out, then a gong sounded through the PA system, as the lights now shine in a purple light. Smoke emerges from everywhere and a large figure stand tall on the entrance stage the smoke covering his face made it hard to tell who he was. He slowly walk towards the ring revealing himself to be King, the fans get on their feet as they haven't seen King in months.

Roach: Its King Buzz King is back.

Buzz: What the hell? Where the hell has he been for all these months?

Roach: I don't know but I'm glad to see King again.

King climbed up the steel steps before he entered the ring he rolled up his eyes to show a blank green eyes, at the same time the light came back up to the normal lighting. King enters the ring and just stares at Blaze waiting for his response.

[Trouble*]

Oh, snap! It's the tiger man known as King! Well, looks like there's two returns here tonight, eh old buddy, old pal? Hell, when was the last time I saw you face to face? If I recall correctly, wasn't it the Pure title triple threat? Oh yeah, it's all coming back to me! Hahahaaaa! Yep, lemme recap it all so you can remember. You, the brute known as The King, do what you're apparently known best for, laying out men. But, my friend, you need more than brawns in the wrestling business. Brains AND brawns is the way to go. That's why I went on to snag the title right from underneath you. You go and hit your spinning body buster or whatever the hell it's called and what do I go and do? I hit YOU from behind and then go on to pin the champ, Kris Cade, for the win. That's why I'm golden, King.

Now, ever since being embarrassed to death, you go and become Mr. Zombie. Well, maybe you lost to MG or whatever, hence why you changed your identity. I'd be damn embarrassed if I lost to that low life, MG. Hell, last year I went on and pinned MG in a beat the clock tournament to get a shot at world champion Keith Wyle at Solstice. You're supposed to be a legend of this business, yet all I see is a washed up man wearing a silly tiger mask. King, you're not intimidating. You're pathetic.

[King]

King walk towards Ryan, now facing Ryan nose to nose King then just snatch the mic from Ryan's hand.

I don't give a damn about the past, the past is dead. I came here to accept your challenge, the King you fought last year is long dead, the King you see in front of you is more twisted, demented and more badder than before. And believe when I say I will take you down through Hell and back.

before King could another word Ryan interrupts him.

[Trouble*]

Ryan snatches his microphone back from King, and takes a few steps back from him. He brings his hand to his face and waves the air.

Jeeeeeeesuzzz! Breath mint, man! BREATH-MINT! You're past..and ironically future..ain't the only thing that's dead, hombre, your breath spells like you swallowed a chicken and it died inside of you. Normally I'd say you are what you eat, but that wouldn't really turn out in your favor.

But seriously, Tarzan? You can go off and say "I'm worse than before! The King you know is dead! I molest children!" But I'd just have to laugh at you. You're not worse than before. Now you're a dead kitty cat. You're STILL not intimidating. The King I know is dead? I know all 'Kings', and everyone of them have a dead career. Time to pack up your shit and move on. And you molest children. Your only true statement of the night. Pretty creepy, but true none the less.

You don't get it. I take two steps forward, you take two steps back. I remember when I started my career. You were on top of the world then. What happened? I'll answer it. You faltered on the top and you're now known world wide as a man who simply SUCKS. You're don't just suck, you're blow, suck, any word that come to imagination that's in the same context of 'shitty'. As you fall, I rise. Why? Because YOU SUCK. It's not a hard concept, and I'll keep saying it until it's drilled into your thick skull. While I went on to take that Pure title, you went on to get back stabbed by that goof MG. PA-THE-TIC. That one word sums up your 'career'.

Balls in your court, "King"

Ryan tosses the microphone back to King. A devilish grin forms on his lips. Even if he were to lose tonight, he planned on making King feel like shit anyways.

[King]

(OOC: sorry had to end this quick was late at night )

King catches the mic that Ryan tossed at him.

I'll let my action do my talking and shut you up.

with that a lights went out and lighting from nowhere strikes on ring where King was standing, when the light came back up King was nowhere to be seen just smokes coming out from where the lighting stroke.

Buzz: What the? Where the hell did he go again?... You know this is what King usually does, and I'm tired of this.

Then an laughter echoed through the arena.