Sanctuary

Chapter Eight - Payback.

Payback noun

2. An act of revenge or retaliation.

(Disclaimer : Blake's thoughts/views on Owen Hart do NOT in any manner reflect mine.)

"Sasha, hand me the mask." I held out my hand and she looked at me nervously. "Today."

"I-I'm not sure, Blake."

"Sure about what?"

"About you actually doing this." She shook her head. "I don't think this is a great idea."

I laughed bitterly. "Well thank God you're not paid to think," I snatched it from her. "This is brilliant and you will secretly be apart of one of this company's best villainous plans." I looked down at the cloth in my hand, it was just what I'd asked for. A complete replicate of Owen Hart's Blue Blazer mask - only black.

"That's the thing," She said. "Would you mind not telling the McMahons that I did this for you?"

"Something tells me they wouldn't mind, but if your payment for this beautiful craft is a vow of silence then you've got it."

"Oh no, I still wanted my thousand dollars."

"Sasha," I chuckled. "You can't have your cake and eat it too!"

"But I spent all night on that - for four nights in a row!"

"Triple H keeps an eye on our bank accounts," I laid a hand on her shoulder. "If he saw a private check from me to you, he might get a bit suspicious."

She gasped. "You're right."

"I'm always right dear," I patted her shoulder and turned to the stage guy. "Ian, you done with the ropes yet?"

"All set."

"Okay," I looked down at the ring where Natayla was climbing in, showing off the Divas title. "Guess its time, then." I sighed and put the mask on, needing this to be the final shot to her gut.

"You look like a superhero," Ian laughed.

"Yeah, yeah just make sure that harness is secure." I pointed. "I don't want to give a complete Owen Hart impersonation."

"It's good," He demonstrated by tugging both ends. "Nice and firm."

"Alright then, time to go." I walked to the end of the steel ramp that was above the sky box.

"Blake."

"What, Ian?"

"If you don't make it back : Dolph told me to tell you he loves you."

I laughed. "Tell that idiot I love him too." Sucking in a breath, I jumped right off into a seventy five foot fall.

It was just as horrifying and blood rushing as it sounds on paper. Yet by some form of miracle I managed to look like I wasn't bothered by it. The crowd was certainly stunned when I was practically flying through the air and that expression didn't go away when Ian slowed the lowering and I was able to gracefully glide.

I took the chance to whip out the microphone in the back of the harness and put a smug smirk on my face. "It is I kids! The Blue Blazer here to tell you to eat your vitamins, drink your milk and say your prayers!" They all booed in response. "Even you darling Nattie, but be forewarned - it won't save you from the ass kicking of a lifetime."

The scowl on her face was clear even from a presumed thirty two feet in the air. "But fear not dear Natalie, for you can share your sorrows with your Uncle Owen - after all you've both been outdone by me."