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Post by blaze on Feb 5, 2007 22:44:52 GMT -4
Word travels fast in the wrestling world. Such as the news that Lindsay had been seen out with Cash once again. Hadn't Blaze already taught him his lesson? Obviously not...
"She must not want to see little Emily ever again....I told her to stay away from him...But she just couldn't listen....I got to much on my plate right now to deal with Cash again....I got Pryor....Nathan....And practically everyone else on the roster wanting a piece of me..."
Blaze is standing backstage as he speaks those words. He seems to be looking for someone inparticular. He pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and reads it to himself again. This was the spot. Now, he just had to wait....
"Hmm...Dark hallway...No one around....Don't quite think this was the best place to meet some mystery person...Especially when you have the proverbial bullseye on your back..."
Blaze leans his back against the wall and begins to whistle. A bit nervous about this whole ordeal... |
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Post by terra on Feb 5, 2007 23:07:10 GMT -4
From almost out of those dark shadows steps our friend Tyson Terra, sporting (what else?) a black business suit. He sees Blaze waiting in the rendevous point and smirks...
Right on time, Mr. Blaze...punctuality is such a rare thing nowadays...everyone always wants to make a "grand entrance", fashionably late as it were.
I'm quite sure you've caught wind of the recents events going on around our fair APW concerning both past and present acquaintances, haven't you?
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Post by blaze on Feb 5, 2007 23:20:56 GMT -4
Tyson Terra? He had heard of this newcomer to APW, but this was his first time meeting him in person. Was this really the man who had called him to this little 'meeting'?
"Ah, Mr.Terra....I'm a bit surprised to see you here..I was expecting...Well, I guess it doesn't really matter what I was expecting, now does it?"
Blaze looks Terra over from head to toe. He certainly looked as if he could take care of the situation...
"But of course Mr.Terra...Its hard not to hear things when your the champ....I'm guessing thats why you called me here?" |
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Post by terra on Feb 6, 2007 0:07:15 GMT -4
...Call Me Tyson.
Terra moves around a bit, pacing back and forth but in a patient manner.
It's no surprise that everyone here wants a piece of you now, is it? Between the ones who say you're "undeserving" or the ones who are just flat out jealous that you did what they couldn't...I'd imagine the past few days have been very interesting for you, haven't they?
Well...I'll be frank with you, Blaze. I'm not one of them. In fact, I'm quite happy that you're the APW World Champion as opposed to some the other...ahem...talent we have here in this company. I've grown sick of hearing the same old names in the spotlight, it's time for new ones to take their place...and you're leading the charge.
What I'm offering to you...is a means to KEEP you where you are. You have a problem, Blaze...and I'm the man who can solve it for you.
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Post by blaze on Feb 6, 2007 2:54:26 GMT -4
It was an interesting proposal. This man could easily take care of all the nuisances that had become major pains in Blaze's day to day life. And if Blaze's sources were correct, this man was already, or soon to be, booked against one of those very nuisances. Nick Cash...
"Could work...I mean....Its all about leading the revival of simple survival...And what makes survival any simpler than a little extra help?" Blaze rubs his chin, thinking the proposition over. It sounded good, but what did he want in return?...
"Alright Mr.Ter....I mean....Tyson...I accept your offer....But, what do you want as compensation?" |
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Post by terra on Feb 6, 2007 5:27:43 GMT -4
Tyson shakes his finger as if to say "no thanks".
No need for compensation, favors, quid pro quo...none of that.
Let me make it perfectly clear why I'm here, and why I've brought you here. See...we aren't going to abide by the norm. We're not going to to adhere to the...pecking orders that have been firmly etched into the structure of other establishments like APW. We're going to make a statement...a REAL statement, the kind that doesn't need to be SAID, but will forever be FELT.
I too have my own plans in the works as we speak. They're coming into play slowly but steadily, but when it's all's said and done, a statement WILL be made. Your friend Nick Cash is only the beginning. This is a whole new ballpark, this APW is...and being here, I'm changing the way the game is going to be played.
He stops his pacing now and looks Blaze dead in the eye.
The only thing I need from you is for you to stay on top of YOUR game. The "old guard" are going to come hard and heavily for that championship...and every moment you hold it is a moment their egos can't be satisfied by holding it, moments that they can't gloat about being what they aren't anyway.
Make sure you have that title in your hands by months end, and then the REAL game begins.
Not to worry though, if you happen to lose it for some unforsaken reason like one of those godawful multi-man matches, I do have a backup plan as well. See, it's all in preparation.
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Post by blaze on Feb 6, 2007 17:37:56 GMT -4
Blaze did like how this all sounded. This Tyson Terra was definitly the type of person to have on your side it seemed. How could he turn this offer down?
"Alright Tyson...Seems like you have everything already thought out. I like that....Always good to be a few steps ahead of the others...And this will certainly help to free up some more time for me to take care of my own personal problems...."
Blaze extends his hand out to Tyson...
"You got yourself a deal...." |
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Post by terra on Feb 6, 2007 17:52:52 GMT -4
Tyson smirks and shakes Blaze's hand.
Oh...you have no idea how far ahead of the game I truly am, Mr. Blaze.
Reaching into his inside pocket he pulls out a pitch black Moto Razr and hands it to the World Champion.
This will connect you directly to my private switchboard. If you have a problem, give me a ring and I'll be right there. Now...we both have work to do. When it's time to begin this little game, I'll be the one to call you. Until then, champ...
Terra waves two fingers in a saluting style to Blaze and then turns to walk away moving down the dark hallway and out of view.
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Post by blaze on Feb 6, 2007 19:15:18 GMT -4
Blaze watches as Tyson disappears out of view. This was certainly an interesting day...
"Alright...Guess I'll catch you later then..."
Blaze tucks the cellphone away into his pants pocket. He then turns and begins to walk off as well. Who knows just what this little black Moto Razr might lead to in the future....One call might just change the way things are done around here....
*Finish* |
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