Blade was pissed at Brock, but could you blame him? The "Beast" put his twin brother in the hospital after all. Any person with even a shred of common sense would want revenge, and that was exactly what Blade wanted. He wanted revenge for his injured brother, Dean, who was sitting in the hospital.
Blade stood in the middle of the ring with a microphone clenched tightly in his hand, his jaw set. He wanted Brock and he wanted him immediately. He raised the microphone up to his mouth. He growled slightly before lowering the microphone once again. He didn't want to explode, but he didn't want to sugar coat what he wanted to say.
"Brock!" Blade finally spat into the microphone. "Brock, I got a bone to pick with you. You put my brother into the hospital because you're a sore loser. So what if he put a steel chair to you during a match? It isn't like he attacked you when you were helpless and not expecting it! You're a coward! You knew you couldn't get the job done, so you decided to go for a cheap shot."
Blade paused, sighing heavily and running his fingers through his hair. He was clearly frustrated. He went to speak again, but he was cut off by the all too familiar music before he could even get a word out. Then Brock Lesnar along with Paul Heyman appeared from the back.
"Blade, you don't need to get all upset now. What my client, Brock Lesnar, did to your brother Dean Ambrose is nothing compared to what he is willing to do to you." Paul stated. "Brock isn't too keen on people calling him a 'coward' and saying that he can't kill a cockroach."
"Well if he doesn't like it then he can come down to the ring and do something about it." Blade replied harshly.
He dropped the microphone to the canvas and motioned for Brock to come to the ring. Of course, without any hesitation, Brock made his way to the ring at a steady pace. Once he got to the ring, he jumped up onto the apron and climbed into the ring. He then chuckled, waving Paul over. He whispered something to him and turned back to Blade.
"My client says that he'll give you a minute to apologize and back away in order to ensure your safety." Paul announced.
"I don't need your charity." Blade hissed.
Before anything could be done, the blare of an ambulance. Blade looked past Brock to see an ambulance pulling in. Blade raised an eyebrow in confusion, not understanding what was happening. Then the door on the driver's side flung open and Dean himself stumbled out of the vehicle. Blade stared in shock as Dean slowly made his way to the ring, tearing his neck brace off in the process.
"You idiot." Blade mumbled under his breath with a slight chuckle.
Brock focused his attention on Dean, who could barely stand outside of the ring. He instantly got out of the ring and went after Dean. Brock picked him up and delivered a hard blow to his gut. Dean's face twisted in pain as he fell back down to the floor.
"I'm gonna kill you, boy! That'll finally get rid of you!" Brock shouted.
Blade sprung into action and went to attack Brock. He was able to push his brother out of harms way. Brock reached under his shirt and grabbed something from the waistband of his pants. The next thing that Blade knew, there was a sharp pain in his side, causing him to scream in pain. Dean looked up to see Blade with a knife in his side, blood pouring from the wound.
"Blade!" Dean cried out, tears immediately falling from his eyes.
Brock let go of the handle and stepped back, the realization of what he did hitting him. He had attacked the wrong person. Paul grabbed onto his arm and dragged him away. Blade pulled the knife from out of his side, a loud shriek escaping from him. He collapsed onto the floor next to Dean.
"Blade, Blade, stay with me, man." Dean choked out as he crawled over to his twin brother, pulling him into his arms.
"It's too late, Dean." Blade whispered, the life beginning to leave his eyes. "It's too late."
"No, no it's not. Listen to me, it's going to be alright. You hear me?"
"I did it to save you..."
That was when the lights finally left for good. Dean cried even more over the loss of his brother. How could he let this happen? How would he allow himself to let his brother be murdered? It was his fault in his mind, it was all his fault.
