Why I Do What I Do

[blaze]

The arena lighting dims as the loudspeakers boom to life. 'Wicked Soul' by Another Black Day begins to play. The slow acoustic riffs not arousing the fans much. Though, they jump to their feet with deafening cheers and jeers when Blaze steps out onto the stage. With Mic in hand, he slowly makes his way down to the ring, sliding in beneath the bottom rope as his means of entrance. He approaches the far turnbuckles, planting his back in the highest one and placing his foot in a rested position on the lowest one. As his music fades, he raises the Mic to his lips...

"Illinois?"

The fans roar at the cheap pop.

"No, no, no...I wasn't mentioning your pathetic state for your approval....I was questioning it....Or, more-so questioning why XWA would drag us to such a horrid place."

Fans ring out in unison with boos. The heel turn was coming along nicely it seemed. With the smirk remaining on his face, it seems Blaze could care less what these fans thought anymore.

"Now, how many of you heard the rumors about my supposed 'unprovoked' attack on the Canuckler?"

The fans continue their booing tirade.

"Well, let me clear up a few points. One, it was not an attack....it was a warning. I found that to be the most civil way of telling Nate to back off. This is my territory. Two, It was not unprovoked whatsoever....The second Nate came to XWA he brought that upon himself. Oh, and three....I'm Blaze and I do what ever the f**K I want."

Good thing the censors were prepared. They would have their hands full with Blaze tonight. He looks the crowd over momentarily before pushing off of the turnbuckle and planting himself center ring...

"You see, my first night here...I approached JP....Jon Pryor.....The savior himself.....I gave him the option to join me....He refused....and we all saw how that turned out for him. A loss at the Pay-Per-View.....Your own fault Jonny Boy...You may not have been the one pinned....But that loss was all....your....fault."

Blaze begins pacing the ring. Pointing out to the booing fans and mouthing the words, "You know it was"...."I would have won that!" Before taking his spot center ring once more.

"See, I gave Pryor a chance...and he said no....So, I wasn't going to make the same mistake with Nate. No, no chance for him. Just warning that he best stay out of my way. All you 'veterans'....your nothing....I am the one....I am the only....My past accolades are the only ones that matter...you all....are nothing....."

Blaze lets out a short laugh...

"Now, the best is here.....The best is standing before you.....And sorry Nate, but I had to use you as the first example that had to be made. I had to let everyone know....Blaze....is all that matters."

[murderer898]

*The music had it, the lights had turned red towards the stage, and out walked ‘The Canknuckler’, Big Red Nathan Michaels. He’s got a smile on his face, and a bandage on his forehead from the attack Blaze delivered earlier in the week. He makes his way down and around the ring, grabbing a microphone before walking up the steps, stepping through the ropes, and begins walking to the middle of the ring standing toe to toe with Blaze*

FEARLESS!!!

*He points to his shirt, as he continues to stare at Blaze*

You think I’m afraid of a vampire like you Edwar….Blaze? Why should I, I mean after all; you didn’t stick around long enough after your attack to see what happened next, instead you ran off like a little girl afraid of the bouncers. But that was the least of your worries; for you see, even though I was busted through the bar, had glass getting through my head, and blood leaking all over the floor, I still got up under my own power looking for a fight.

*Nathan takes a few steps back, quickly taking off his shirt, tossing it into the first couple rows.*

Now if you want to send a message, now’s your chance, make it count because your only going to get one![/b]

[blaze]

"Woah, woah, woah big man. We don't need to do this."

Blaze puts up his hands in a defensive motion while slowly backing away from Nate. He knew all to well that paybacks were hell, and he wasn't ready to face that yet.

"Like I said, what I did....it was nothing personal. Just had a bit to much Jager....Some thoughts got to swirling around in my head...And I thought, hey, why not make an example of this guy. Its not my fault you were at the wrong place at the wrong time."

Blaze remains a few feet back from Nate, seeing the anger in his eyes.

"I mean...we can't do this here. We....just can't. It wouldn't be a sanctioned match....Yeah, thats right. If you attack me here in this XWA ring....then, you would be attacking me out of match and I don't think management would approve of that very much."

Thinking he had just got the best of Nate, a cocky smile begins to spread across Blaze's face. Now, not so worried about Nate attacking him...Blaze takes a few steps back towards him.

"Yeah, thats right buddy....I'm bulletproof right here...Right now. What do you have to say about that?"

[murderer898]

Bulletproof eh?

*With lightning speed, Nate drops the mic, leans down and lifts Blaze onto his shoulders, fans are cheering at the top of there lungs hoping that he will use his classic finishing move. He twists his body to the right as far as it will go, almost as if he is winding up, then he begins turning the opposite way with incrediable strength and speed, tossing Blaze into the air in front of him*

CALGARY FLAMES!!!!

*Nathan shouts as his cyclone like move finishes with Blaze smashing his face against the canvas. Nathan picks himself up, grabbing the mic once against, fans are cheering; and he walks over to a fallen Blaze.*

Step up, and get knocked down!!!

*Fan puts the mic down next to Blazes face, as his muisc hits and he exits the ring, slapping hands with fans as he walks by*

*Done with permission*

[blaze]

It takes Blaze a few moments to come back to consciousness. A look of agitation spreads across his face as he lay there on his stomach. Slowly, he reaches for the Mic and grasps it within his right hand. Inch by inch he crawls his way over to the ropes. He sticks his arms and head through them, laying his torso on the bottom rope. Looking up at the stage, he shouts...

"You...heh. You think you got the best of me? You think this is over."

He runs the fingers of his left hand through his hair. Pausing for a moment trying to regain the air that was knocked out of his chest.

"I told you....I said...this WAS nothing personal. It just had to be done. But you....no, Mr.Superhero couldn't let it go. You couldn't let the past just fade away and forget that it happened. You had to get retribution."

The fans cheer for Nate's actions.

"Oh yeah....You have the fans on your side. And I'm sure being that brokeback mountain Canadian horse humpin' ass clown that you are....the management is probably on your side too. Yeah, I know....you'll get away with this attack with nary a slap on the wrists. They'll just let it slide...Because...because nobody wants to piss off Canada's sweetheart. Yeah, I know how it goes."

Blaze grabs onto the middle rope and slowly pulls himself to one knee. Still slightly out of breathe.

"But me....I just don't give a f**k. And I say...I say this has just begun. You see...'friend'....you just made the mistake of a lifetime. And now, there will be hell to pay. No, no more cheap shots...no sneak attacks...We're going to settle this tonight...on Takedown! In a good ole' fashion...wrestling match!"

The fans go crazy as Blaze announces this.

"And I don't care what management says....Whether they want to sanction this match or not....It will happen later tonight."

Blaze now grabs on to the top rope and pulls himself to a standing position.

"I'll be in the back waiting to hear that you accept Nate. Don't keep me or your precious fans waiting to long...."

With that, Blaze drops the Mic and slides out of the ring. His music hits as he walks up the ramp and exits behind the backstage curtain.