I happen to be Blazer and this happens to be my first wrestling fic. It's dumb. I don't think I need to tell you who it is that's talking. Like it hard. It sucks. I wrote it in like an hour, so sorry about mistakes. I can't remember a lot from those two nights, so sorry is something is wrong. Okay? Please R/R!

~Blazer~

WHICH WAY WILL HE GO?

CHAPTER ONE

MONDAY

THURSDAY, JULY 9, 2001

Man, I didn't want to be in this match. I didn't want to be in the arena. At the moment I didn't want to be in the world. At the moment, I felt like tearing my own heart out and eating it.

She's beautiful. She's smart and fun(with me, at least) and she's...she's her. I don't know why I have an obsession. Maybe it's because she's a woman I can never have. Maybe its because she's the boss' daughter, his little girl, Triple H's wife. I don't know why. She has everything.

Her name is Stephanie McMahon Helmsey if you haven't figured it out by now. Vince McMahon's daughter, Hunter Hemsley's wife, Shane McMahon's sister, "Daddy's Little Girl." Hmm...I'm sure I've forgotten something...oh, yeah...the new owner of the Extreme Championship Wrestling. Now, how in the world could I forget that one?

I was sitting in a locker room when that happened. My match with Booker T....well, that didn't go as well as I would have liked it to. That stupid ref Nick Patrick from the WCW had been refereeing. Well, of course it didn't stop there. That poor excuse for a son Shane McMahon had to come out and interfere. He hit me with that title belt. Right in my chin. I had lost badly, and now my head was aching and I had a towel pressed against the cut that was dripping blood.

I would have been part of the team Vince and Shane had assembled if wold have asked me too. But they had chosen "The One"(where in the hell did he get that from, anyways?) Billy Gunn, the Big Show, the APA, and Hardcore Holly. Jericho and Kane were still in the medical office and Austin was who knows where and Undertaker was probably with him, and why the hell Vince chose them was anyone's guess.

The TV was tuned on. Part of me was watching the match (or it was supposed to be a match) and the other was wondering if I should go see the trainer about my bleeding cut. It should have stopped bleeding by now, but it hadn't and I was beginning to wonder.

They hugged? I leapt up. WCW and ECW hugging? No way in hell. Our guys were lying by the ramp, withering. And WCW and ECW went after them? Paul Heyman and Shane hugging? Na-uh! What the hell? And now they were tearing out our guy's throat!

Ahh. The angel in disguise. All hail Vincent K. McMahon! Show 'em, Vineey!

"What the hell is this?" Vince demanded.

Nice one, Vince.(snicker, snicker)

Anyway, blabber, blabber, blabber...more blabber...is there a point to this?

"... and now, the new owner of ECW," Shane said loudly, gloatingly. Ohhhh. Yipee. "Give it up for Vince's daughter, Stephanie McMahon-Hemsley!"

WHAT? The towel hit the floor. I sank into my chair, staring as Stephanie(looking hotter than hot I might add) in a soft pink dress walked through down the ramp and stood on the apron. She smiled a veil smile at her father that sent chills fluttering up and down my spine. I love Steph, I do, but when she gets that smile on her face, it's all over.

I don't remember watching the rest of that show. All I remember is this overwhelming sense of betrayal.

CHAPTER TWO

SMACKDOWN

THURSDAY, JULY 12, 2001

It was Smackdown! and my match was pairing me with the Undertaker against DDP and Shane McMahon. Shane was going to feel my wrath. Oh, he sure was! I still hadn't forgiven him for my losing the King Of The Ring championship, and he was going to feel it.

Stephanie. That was all that was on my mind. Her. Last year seemed so far away.So far away. Our three way love triangle that brought in millions of viewers and was the basic for one of the main events at the pay-per-view.

Our relationship died down after that. She became my manager for a while, and then Armageddon happened and it died down again. We were still friends, but I couldn't see her as much as I would like. I can't tell you how much that hurt. Pain and pain.

Do you know what it is like to be in love with a married woman? And not just a married woman, a woman whose husband is about the best in the business, and who father is my boss? And I was truly in love with Stephanie. Whenever she got hurt, I could be found heaving things that my locker wall.

Like when Austin stunned her. I was tossing my medals around.

The betrayal and hurt I was feeling felt like it was about to kill me. She should have told me. She should have instead of dropping the bomb like this.

Come to think of it, it was really kind of funny when Vince had begged for a stunner earlier that night. Now, Vince had gone Austin-hunting, and Austin was God-knows where, and it was only me and Taker and Jericho and Kane to hold down the fort. Isn't that ironic? And who says the old Stone Cold could beat both ECW and WCW? Hey! I'm still here!

The match. Man, me and Taker were killing Shane! HA! Well, he's doing the most of it. I chased Shane a bit out of the ring and was treated to DDP tossing me into the steps and stunning me for about awhile. Grateful for his chance to get at DDP, Taker ran to us proceeded to kick DDP's ass, then happily tossed him in the ring.

"You all right?" he yelled above the roar of the crowd.

"Yeah!" I yelled back. "Yeah!" He cupped my chin and rolled me into the ring. Stubble guy, really.

You know the rest. We won, we were still kicking their assests, and then, da da da! The whole freaking roster from ECW and WCW decides they want some of this and they come running out, wanting to fight.

Wellllll...I went to cut them off. I had left Taker in the ring alone with Diamond Dallas Page. I wanted DDP to suffer. He had cheated the match, and he needed to get the punishment that he deserved. I'm no big fan of Takers, but what DDP did to his wife, his family, is just wrong. I'm a bit big on that moral.

I'm getting whipped here, my mind whirling about, and the next thing I know, I see this flash of black and red hurling at me and I'm on the ground, one of Undertaker's leg atop me. That guy left DDP to help me? Now what is this world coming to? And when did he learn how to fly?

The fight spills into the ring where DDP has mounted to his feet. Man, dude, we cleaned house! Clotheslines here, clotheslines here clothesline everywhere! And I even got my ankle-lock on DDP, but Taker pulled me away so he could some. Fine by me. But could you please leave my chin alone?

And the rest of that damn company comes out. Damn them. They started to beat us. It was fifteen on two.

GASP! LOOK! IT"S A BIRD! IT'S A PLANE! NO! IT'S SUPER JERICHO AND MIGHTY KANE!

Like that helped. Now it was fifteen on four. Screw them.

Somehow I ended up at in a turnbuckle. I knew I got a three-d, and now I was laying into a turnbuckle.

That's when I saw her. I saw her feet. I saw her as she walked by my turnbuckle. Out of the corner of my eye, she smiled that veil smile. At me.

She came by my head, real close. She leaned in. If you see a tape, you can see her real quickly move to a side by a turnbuckle and her mouth is moving, and her eyes are averted at someone who is pounding me. You would think she was yelling at one of her guys, cheering them on. But you want to know what she really said?

"You walked right into it. I can't help you."

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Sigh. I just wanted to write that for kicks. Yeah, there's one more chapter if I feel up to writing it. Review. Please?

~Blazer~