Seriously, Bro?

The camera pans smoothly across one of the many backstage halls of the Tension arena before coming to rest on a newer face to the league. Boyishly-styled brown hair, bright blue eyes, a slender build - it would obviously be Blaise Cameron, were it not for something so distinctly off about him. The easygoing, peppy smile so frequently found on his face has been replaced with a completely foreign scowl.

For a moment, he says nothing. He only shakes his head, reflecting on the matters at hand.

"Man, I get it. Being tased has to suck. But did it zap all the guts out of you, too?"

The teen's arms slowly fold over his chest, not presently dressed for the ring. Instead, he wears a simple ensemble consistent of a plain white t-shirt, gray cargo pants, and an extremely loose sapphire blue overshirt bearing tribal black stripes.

"I saw what happened. Amy Poford ran into the ring to help you out when you got mobbed. She put herself on the line to bail you out of a bad situation. And those chicks were makin' her pay for it. I could hear her spine poppin' from back here. That's rough - rougher when Amy's someone you care about. See, she's a friend of mine." He tilts a hand to pat his chest indicatively. "And word is, she means something to you, too."

"So what's the brave Sir Gallahad do when the going gets tough?"

Blaise tips his head back and exhales a very slow sigh through his teeth. His disdain couldn't be more palpable. His neck straightens again and those normally vibrant blue eyes are icy.

"You start makin' out with the ringleader."

"Shame."

"On."

"You."

The outspoken teen lifts his weight from the wall to square his body with the camera. "I don't know what your deal is, but that level of scumminess needs an answer. So here's what's going to happen. You're gonna man up tonight, step out into the ring, and get the decency beaten back into you. If there was any to begin with."

Blaise begins stepping towards the cameraman, who has to begin walking backwards to avoid getting overrun.

"That's right, people. There's gonna be a little change-up. I'm not wrestling one of the ladies of Tension tonight. I'm taking a break to give Nathan Weed the ass-kicking he deserves."

He stops walking and reaches a hand out to grab the camera by the lens hood. He leans in close to the lens, "You're about to learn the meaning of loyalty." His eyes narrow. "See you in the ring, Nathan."

Blaise releases the camera and turns to disappear down a branching hall.

The video fades...