A No Show? Not On Your Life!

[blaze]

"Whose to know if your soul will fade at all?
The one you sold to fool the world.
You lost your self-esteem along the way."

Thanks to the Internet nowadays, the fans already knew who this theme belonged to. Even though, this is his first night appearing with such entrance music. For those musically inept, that theme would happen to be 'Fake It' by Seether. A song you better get use to, because this man will make sure it gets shoved down your throat!

The fans on their feet, they seem surprised to see him. Most likely due to the fact he had already appeared here once tonight on the titantron. Though, that was only for a short amount of time to deal with some trash that needed to be taken to the curb.

Emerging from behind the backstage curtains, the fans grow even louder as they finally get to see Blaze in person for the first time in a long time. Basking in their admiration for the moment, he then bypasses his usual over dramatic entrance as he makes his way down to the ring. He walks around the ring and over to the announcers, grabbing a Mic, before sliding into the ring itself. Now standing dead center of the ring staring out into the audience...

"You see....I wasn't exactly sure if I would be here tonight. Personal problems and such. That combining with millions of other things going wrong. My flight here delayed...my limo arriving late...my luggage getting lost....You know how it goes...Yet, through all of that...I made it...I am here...and I am ready to release some of this....well, lets just call it built up frustration..."

The crowd roars as Blaze paces around the ring...

"You see....I've been out of this squared circle...for some time now...Dealing with rehab and...yes, its true...putting some time into a mental hospital....And during that time away...you know what I missed about all of this the most?"

The crowd rings out with a deafening 'what?'.

"Ha, come on guys...think this through...I'm out here...getting you guys fired up....playing to the audience...what else could I give as an answer here other than you guys!? The fans!! You all are what I missed the most about being in a wrestling ring.....Care to take a stab at something I haven't missed though?"

Again, the crowd rings out in unison with a simple 'what?'.

"Really guys...think....What is something that the 'Inferno' has never been able to stand? Its on the tips of your tongues.....Its that very last thought that forming in your brain....you know you got it....ah....I'll just tell you.....The one thing that yours truly cannot stand...and I find it everywhere I go.....is rooks. New guys around here that have no damn clue what they're doing. Running their mouths like they're the shit or something...."

The crowd is kind of mixed in this situation. Some, obviously enjoying the presence of some of the newer guys around here. Others, however...agreeing with Blaze...

"So here it is....You got a multi-time champion standing in the ring here. A man who wants a piece of any no name rookie willing to step up...Hell, I'll take on almost anybody at this point in time...But, I'd rather prefer to help a no name rookie build up a little name for himself by being the first man to fall to me here in GCW...but whatever...Anybody....Aaaaaaanybody...willing to step up to the Inferno's open challenge?......I'll be here waiting..."

[andy]

The low guitars of Velvet Revolver's "She builds quick machines" brings up the theme of a man who has made it a point to put himself in the forefront as of late towards every member of the audience nationwide, Andrew Rose. He comes out in the midst of the paparazzi flooding out from behind the curtain, taking a shot at him with each click of their fingers. If he wasn't wearing the shades, the man would be blind. With him already was a microphone.

"Well, well well... do I wish you HAD shown up earlier, friend...

Because frankly? I don't like the fact that I have to give some ring time to someone who... is essentially only half of the package of what a professional wrestler SHOULD be in my eyes. Mr. "I prove my worth in the ring..." Pffffffffft....

Mr. I'm boring and I'm here to take up space, job and not get any belts is more like it if you ask me. I mean, seriously, he wants to watch a mute big guy be a champion? Last time I heard, this wasn't Connecticut. Which, brings me to why I'm here...

Me vs Essence may already be in the books... may already be signed for the upcoming show... but here's what I'm thinking.

You see, like my father... I REWARD actual effort... I mean, fuck... I even put up my entire GCW salary up JUST for a chance to beat me. Of course, I pulled it away since the man in front of me was the equivalent of a Mexican not capable of driving a lawn mower..."

And that little bit of political UN-correctness isn't going to get him any fans on the Hispanic side, already the mans built in responses to those that more than likely would work for him garnering him a few boos. He's sure that will be on the front page of the Star tomorrow...

and he fucking loved it...

"And basically, what it boils down to... is an invitation. I can't drop Essence on his face where he belongs at my boots begging for a moment of my spotlight and money... but I can sure make sure that this match actually worth the price of the pay per view. I'm PERSONALLY inviting you...

to join myself, and the construction worker, Essence in the match later on in the evening..."

Andrew had started to make his way to the ring during his speech, climbing into it and offering his hand for the upcoming match up.

[blaze]

*With Permission*

Smack! Right across the young mans face. A red imprint of Blaze's hand slightly remains on the boys cheek. The trademark twisted grin of the 'Inferno' begins to show immediatley...

"Put your hand where in belongs junior...back in your pants. Because its already pretty apparent that the only thing your good at is wanking it."

The crowd seems to have no clue what to think. They just watch on like little puppets, Blaze pulling their strings as if to pull all their attention to him...

"Quite simply put...I accept. Two birds with one stone the way I see it....I get to take out someone who I've never heard of....in you. As well as, take out someone who I quite frankly could care less about...in Essence..."

Stepping up to Andrew, Blaze now locks eyes with the man who is no less than a foot away from him.

"Now, if....If...you can manage to pull out a victory rook. Well, then....and only then...will I shake your hand....Hell...lets make it even bigger than that...if YOU....win the match by pinning ME...not that nobody Essence....who, with his lack of wrestling ability will be nothing more than a referee in this match...but if YOU..can pin ME...for the victory....I will act as your manager in one match of your choosing anytime throughout this GCW season..."

Thats Blaze for you, always trying to do something to make any match he's in bigger and better....

[andy]

Andrew's eyes fixated on those of Blaze's. Immediately his fist was clenched at his side, not breaking the stare. He was livid... he calmed himself, if only for a moment. Calmly, he reached his hand to his jaw, rubbing the stinging sensation of the strike.

"Very... very nice...

As for your... "manager," pitch? Shove it up your ass."

Some signs of respect come towards the man from the crowd... he knew his place as a "rookie," but deemed it an unfit position for him to be broadcast from...

You seem to think that your place in my corner warrants any merit from myself... you're dead wrong. Your respect? I can live without that as well. Especially for someone who comes to the show late, using nothing but excuses. You can think whatever you want is on the line, I'll cash in on it, believe me... because frankly?

I see no better debut that pinning a former World Champion, Blaze."

It seems that Andrew has done his homework...

[blaze]

Blaze just watches on intently as Andrew rubs his jaw. The clinched fist at his side showed he wanted to strike back oh so badly, but, unlike Blaze had expected he didn't make the natural rookie mistake of doing such...

"Not....bad....Not bad at all kid...."

Really, Blaze was rather impressed. He wasn't going to fully show that yet, no, that would wait till after the match. When a final impression was left by this rookie. Whether win or lose, Blaze thought this one might actually have some potential...

"Cash in on it eh? That your little catchphrase? I've heard worse...Really...sadly...I have.....But let me forewarn you junior. Doing your homework..Studying up....Hitting the books....When it comes to taking the test that is the 'Inferno'....there is no amount of preparation that can truly prepare you for what your instore for tonight...."

The crowd, really kind of backing this rookie rather than the more so arrogant than ever Blaze, are slow to come to a reaction. They seem to be torn down the middle with an equally volumed mix of cheers and jeers...

"So, as it stands now...You got a little bit of time before we face off. I suggest you tuck your tail between your legs...Exit my ring....hit the gift shop....Purchase 'Blaze of Glory: The Shaddix Story'...."

Blaze turns to face the audience...I smell a cheap plug coming on!

"Which highlights some of yours trulys greatest matches....Only $19.99 if you buy online!"

Blaze turns back to face Andrew...

"Study that.....Try to prepare just a liiiiiiittle bit more....and then...when the time come for our match.....Watch me come back out here....watch Essence stroll down to the ring like a giant over grown homosexual ape.....then you stroll your sorry ass back down here...let the bell ring....And take the ass whoopin' of a lifetime.....Sound like a plan?"

Before he can reply, Blaze gets right up in his face...

"Good...."

[andy]

The heat from the fans grows as the silent stand off ensues. Andrew knew his place, knew that he would get his shot at Blaze in the coming moments. There was no point in his eyes to give him what he was probably expecting, being the veteran. A full frontal assault. The side of his mouth twists up in a grin, tossing the microphone to the side, and backing out of the ring, to no music, building the tension for later in the night.

[blaze]

"About time...Something I thought I'd never see in my lifetime...A rookie that actually knows his place."

Blaze's trademark twisted grin continues to show. Following suit, somewhat, of his opponent...Blaze drop his Mic. Rather than exiting the ring though, he waits for his music to begin to play. Once it starts up, he mounts the nearest turnbuckle...Shouting to the audience...

"Are you ready for this!?!?!"

With Andrew now gone, the crowd is fully behind Blaze again...for the moment. With both hands tightly gripped on the ropes at each side, he slowly leans back, then proceeds to spring forward full force into the turnbuckle striking his oh so famous 'extreme' pose. The camera flashes from the audience going wild as the scene fades to commercial break...

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