Mike Blaze tipped his chair back, leaning against the wall of the locker room and closing his eyes in thought. He'd been in contemplation for the better part of the night, since all he'd had to do during the show was shoot a couple of video promos for next week's show, and he got the feeling he would need some way to get the crowd on his side. 

He'd been working for GPW for almost half a year now, and it was already feeling stale to him. The company had picked him up to compete with the hardcore federations, but the "hardcore" matches he'd been in at GPW were so tame they left [i]everyone[/i] wanting something more. If he couldn't be extreme, he knew he was destined for jobber hell.

When he heard the words "Battle in Seattle" leave someone's mouth, though, he perked up and looked over at the gathered group.

[color=f26522]"I figure most of us'll be in the B.R., but what is that even a shot at? Getting buried again in a match with Power? No fuckin' thanks, man."[/color]

He pulled a beer from the duffel bag beside him and cracked it open as he stood and walked over to the others.

[color=f26522]"Flanagan's just going to figure out who'll put on the best match before taking the dive. Get Power cheered again, and screw the dude who made it happen. Story of the business."[/color]