I'm here.....(o2a)

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

A taxi cab pulls up in front of the Pengrowth Saddledome Arena and out steps Michael Taylor. He takes a look at the structure, then pays the driver as he pulls his bags out of the car. He throws his bag over his shoulder, then walks through the double doors at the front of the arena, entering the lobby. As he steps in, he is confronted by....

[Big Red]

*Nathan Michaels...Who had also just arrived earlier that day with his new lovely wife Elizabeth via Air Canada. He has a Tim Horton's coffee in his hand as he tries to sober up after his wedding party; he doesn't remember much of what has happened, but all he knows is that he woke up on the floor naked next to his wife.*

So your the new guy...Taylor right...? Weren't you at the party the other day?

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

Taylor looks Nathan up and down. A smirk grows on his face as their eyes make contact.

A party you say? If you mean the party where 187 got his ass kicked, then yes, I did go. If you don't speak of that party however, I did not go. Oh well.

Taylor takes a step closer to Nathan as they continue to eye each other.

Who are you anyway?

[Big Red]

*Nathan smirks at Taylor's last remarks, these new wrestlers today don't even take the time and effort to scout who there competition is.*

Well Taylor, you can just call me "Mr. Grand-Slam".

*If the new kids don't want to learn the real names of wrestlers, then why give them his real name. Nathan then takes a quick sip of his large double double, and continues looking at Taylor, who looks rather unimpressed with Mr. Grand-Slam. *

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

Taylor chuckles at the name.

Mr. Grand Slam you say? I sure hope you didn't get the name from that wretched woman you exchanged vows with the other day. How DO you put up with her?

The smirk continues to grow on Taylor as he knew he had more than crossed the line with his comments.

[Big Red]

*Nathan takes one last drink of his coffee before he crushes the cup and tosses it in the garbage can next to him. Taylor had clearly pushed things to far when he mentioned his wife.*

Well, I guess you do know who I am, at least that saves me the time of explaining everything to you. As for dealing with my wife, its quite simple Taylor...when your not an asshole who has his head shoved so far his ass that he can't even see the light of day.

*Nathan is clearly beginning to become more aggressive with each and every word that he says. He removes his glasses from his eyes, putting them in his front coat pocket as he stares at the man who claims to be an "Ironman"*

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

Taylor grins as Nathan makes his comments. He was playing right into his hand.

What's wrong Mr. Grand Slam? Did I agitate you? A veteran such as yourself surely wouldn't let some rookie like myself get under your skin. Would he? I expected much better of you. It only makes my job require less work or effort knowing that men such as 187 and yourself are so......easily manipulated.

Taylor's smirk continues to grow with each word. He knows he had gotten under Nathan's skin from the beginning of their conversation. He was only using his anger to his advantage now.

[Big Red]

*"Even veteran's fight back when someone brings up their wife" Nathan thinks to himself as he continues to stare at Taylor, just holding back trying not to slug him on right in the lip. He glances at his t-shirt which says "Taylor made Ironman" and a slight smirk comes upon Mr. Grand-Slam's face*

Well Taylor, if you think I am so easily manipulated, then why don't I just cut to the chase. Your shirt says, Taylor made Ironman. I don't know why you lie to these people, everyone knows that you fluked a win last week, but this week we are in MY hometown. Calgary, Alberta, Canada. What a perfect place to make my APW Debut wouldn't you say? But lets up the ante and see if your claims are as good as you say they are, after all you did put it on your t-shirt. So Saturday Night, at Full Throttle, Mr. Grand-Slam Versus Ironman Taylor in a fifteen minute Ironman Match.

*Nathan pauses for a moment to give Taylor a chance to let the idea sink into his thick skull*

Well Taylor...you game...or are you going to back out and stay away from the real talent?

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

Taylor grins. Bad intentions can be seen easily behind the smile and in his eyes.

Just the kind of match I was looking for. It'll be my pleasure to destroy the hopes and dreams of yourself and this dreadful place you call a hometown. I can't wait to see the children in the audience weeping once I have left you a bloody and broken mess in the ring. Then, you will see that my win was certainly no fluke. Do keep yourself healthy until Saturday. I don't want any excuses when I destroy you live in front of the world.

Taylor laughs in Nathan's face, annoying him even further than he already has. They share one last glare before Taylor continues on his way into the arena, bumping shoulders with "Mr. Grand Slam" as he walks by. He never turns around after doing so, feeling a pair of angry eyes staring at him from behind as he walks away.

[Big Red]

*Nathan turns to watch as Taylor walks away from him after accepting his challenge. He removes his glasses from his front shirt pocket and places them back over his eyes once again giving him that sophisticated look.*

And he said I was easily manipulated

*Nathan is known for his arsenal of submission and high power moves, and I don't think Taylor knows just what he's getting himself into when he steps into the ring with the man known simply as "Mr. Grand-Slam"*