Post by Teo Blaze on Apr 28, 2024 12:33:29 GMT -5
The scene opens in the dimly lit interior of an abandoned warehouse, where dusty shafts of light pierce through broken windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is heavy with the smell of rust and decay, and the sound of distant machinery echoes through the cavernous space.
Once, this place might have been a productive center of commerce, machines tirelessly working to produce whatever customers could possibly want.
Amidst the desolation, Teo stands alone, his silhouette framed against the backdrop of rusted steel beams and crumbling brick walls. His expression behind the dark red lenses a mix of anger, frustration, and determination, betraying the turmoil swirling within him.
"This place," Teo begins, his voice low, "it's like a graveyard for forgotten dreams."
He paces slowly, his footsteps echoing off the cold concrete, each one a reminder of the weight of his recent defeat.
"I never thought I'd find myself here, surrounded by shadows and echoes of what once was. But here I am, forced to confront the reality of the situation.
You can call it naivete, foolishness, you can point at me and say that I was a marked man from the moment I took that belt off of Gerard’s waist, that I should have known better. That the man with the briefcase holds all the cards, and can call his shot when you least expect it.
And you know, there may be truth in those words.”
Teo looks up to the sky, letting his thoughts hang in the air, reflecting on their meaning, their implication.
“But on the other hand…”
The words carry in them a change in tone, as though the thoughts had changed form, with that pause, the energy fundamentally changed.
“The story keeps being told, doesn’t it? The world watched as Gerard tried to spin his act of treachery into something meaningful, to pretend it was anything more than what it was-
A last act of desperation from a fading star.
For all of his talk of Hollywood endings, of being someone that the company can build around, Gerard Angelo is either full of enough bullshit to fertilize the midwest, or he is legitimately, dangerously delusional.
Gerard spent the entire tournament frustrated as hell that he wasn’t given an immediate one on one rematch, pissed that he would have to earn his spot through a tournament instead of it being handed to him on a silver platter! The Gerard Angelo who could had an argument for being the most talented name on that roster was replaced by this caricature who wastes his time complaining about his booking, about his opponents, every bit embodying the prima donna attitude that can only come from a career in Hollywood.
So he finally decided to take matters into his own hands. After 217 days of waiting, he cashed in that briefcase. The last ace up his sleeve, the only reason why anyone still gave a damn about him anymore.”
Teo runs his hands across one of the dusty pieces of machinery, the tone in his voice once again shifting, hardening.
“You entitled piece of shit, Gerard. You are autofellatio given human form, you know that? You stood in that ring and told the world that you cashed in that briefcase to be a leader, to take Action Wrestling to new heights!
That same self-delusion guiding each and every hypocritical word that poured from that slimy mouth of yours. You actually have the balls to call yourself the champion that Action Wrestling needs?
What exactly does Action Wrestling need from you, Gerard? What does your so called ‘leadership’ look like, exactly?”
Teo's voice drips with sarcasm as he continues, his frustration boiling over.
"Is it the leadership of a coward who can't win a match without resorting to cheap tactics? Is it the leadership of a man who's willing to stab his supposed friends in the back for a chance at glory? Is that the example you want to set for the rest of the locker room, Gerard?"
He steps closer to the camera, his eyes blazing with intensity.
"You talk about Hollywood endings, but let me tell you something, Gerard. This isn't a movie. This is real life. And in the real world, actions have consequences. You may have stolen the title from me, but you haven't earned it. You haven't earned the respect of the fans, the respect of your peers, or even the respect of yourself!"
Teo's voice grows louder, his words echoing off the warehouse walls.
"You may have the gold around your waist, but you'll never be a true champion. You'll never be someone that people look up to, that people admire. Because at the end of the day, you're nothing more than a fraud, a charlatan, a con artist who's managed to fool everyone into thinking you're something you're not."
He takes a moment to let his words sink in, the silence of the warehouse emphasizing the weight of his accusations.
"And as for this fatal four-way match, Gerard, don't think for a second that I've forgotten what you did. When I step into that ring with you, I'm not just fighting for the title. I'm fighting for justice. I'm fighting for redemption. And most of all, I'm fighting to prove that you made the biggest mistake of your life when you decided to cross me!"
Teo's voice lowers to a dangerous growl, his eyes narrowing with determination.
"Fatal-Four way. Aye, there’s the rub. After all, if it was just Gerard and me, the only thing people would be trying to predict is how many stitches and plastic surgeons it takes before Gerard’s hollywood face is even recognizable again.
But there’s a wrinkle. In a match like this you could claim the World Title without pinning the Champion, you could lose the World Title without being pinned. I could smash Gerard’s orbital with a Blazing knee only for Odin Balfore to cover Muru while my back is turned.
I don’t buy one word of Odin’s dwindling attempts to resurrect a career which has become utterly Zombified- in every sense of the word.
But do you know what the saddest part of Odin’s downfall is? It is not the continual backsliding into self-parody, what were once playful meta jabs replaced with outright blunt force trauma attempts at winks to the camera-
It’s the fact that the once powerful All-father has been consumed with a bitter core of cynicism. Odin, you may be a false god relying on an increasingly souring physique and limited moveset, you may be cashing in the goodwill brought about from your storied career until you’ve maxed out the credibility card, but Gods damn it, at least you can say you used to be fun!”
Teo kicks one of the machines to punctuate his statement, sending an echoing crash throughout the empty warehouse. The sound permeates as Teo collects himself slowly, adjusting his sunglasses before continuing.
“Let’s not split hairs, Odin. We both know I beat you once before, and was well on track to doing it again before Gerard inserted himself in the picture. I looked right into that camera, and I called you a false god to your face. And do you know why?
Because I am not facing Odin Balfore. You may have his name, you may look like him, but this is not the All-Father who once struck fear into the hearts of his opponents, hell, I’m barely even facing the man who managed to beat Gerard Angelo barely a month ago.
I am facing a man who has bought into the narrative that he and he alone can carry the company. He has been standing and telling the world that the company is circling the drain, that ad revenue is down and that sponsors are leaving the company.
I hear you talk about being the face of the brand, of attracting advertisers on the strength of your name and reputation, and I have to ask, Odin, man-to-man.
When did you become such a fuckin’ sellout?”
Teo's words cut through the still air of the warehouse, his frustration evident as he continues to address Odin.
"You used to be the embodiment of everything this industry stood for, Odin. You were a force to be reckoned with, a titan among men. But now? Now you're nothing more than a shell of your former self, clinging to past glory and using it as a crutch to prop up your failing career."
He strides forward, his movements purposeful, his eyes locked on the camera.
"You want to be the face of the brand, but let me tell you something, Odin. The face of the brand isn't someone who's past their prime, someone who's more concerned with their own ego than the future of this company. The face of the brand is someone who's willing to put in the work, someone who's willing to fight tooth and nail for every opportunity, every chance to prove themselves. And that someone is not you."
Teo's voice reverberates off the walls of the warehouse, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.
"You want to talk about leadership, Odin? About being the one to carry Action Wrestling to new heights? Well, let me give you a reality check. Real leaders don't blame others for their own shortcomings. Real leaders don't make excuses. Real leaders step up when the chips are down, when the odds are stacked against them, and they fight with everything they've got. And that, Odin, is something you seem to have forgotten how to do."
He pauses, allowing his words to sink in, to allow the weight of his accusation speak for itself.
“Let's not kid ourselves, Odin. You're not the All-Father anymore. You're a relic, a has-been, desperately clinging to whatever shreds of relevance you have left. And you think handing a microphone to Zombie McMorris is going to change that? You think hiding behind him, using him as your mouthpiece, makes you some kind of tough guy? Please."
He steps closer to the camera, his eyes burning with intensity.
"You may have fooled yourself into thinking you still belong in the main event, Odin, but you haven't fooled me. You haven't fooled anyone. You're a joke, a punchline, and deep down, you know it."
Teo's voice rises, his anger palpable as he continues to lay into Odin.
"So go ahead, Odin. Keep pretending like you're still relevant. Keep pretending like you're still the big bad All-Father. But just know that when I step into that ring with you, I'm going to expose you once again for the fraud you really are. I'm going to beat you down, I'm going to humiliate you, and I'm going to show the world that you're nothing more than a sad, pathetic shell of your former self.
And as you stand there shouting that the company is falling apart, trying to weave a legacy out of the vague threads of nostalgia you still have left, I will be doing the work you lay claim to.
And you know, that claim is something that the more I think about it, you and Gerard have in common. Both of you have been so quick to jump on my title reign, to criticize my “corporate appeal” or my choice in opponents. To criticize Action Wrestling Management for giving someone like Jaice Wilds a chance at the World Championship when it should have gone to someone more deserving…
Now I wonder who that could be? When Gerard Angelo or Odin Balfore rails against the management for not finding contenders, when Gerard claims that his decision to cash in his World Championship briefcase is to keep people like Jaice Wilds or Muru from a shot at becoming world Champion, well…Given that both Gerard and Odin have proven themselves to be duplicitous self-serving spin doctors, then should we take them at their word?
I think we all know the answer.”
Teo chuckles, his voice softer now, but still carrying a strong tone of disapproval.
“Gerard, Odin, I’m gonna cut your bullshit here. Every time that either one of you tries to talk about saving Action Wrestling, it makes my eye twitch a little bit holding back the desire to tattoo a slap across your face.
You. Do not. Want to save. This company.
You want to save yourselves. Holding down talent? Keeping people away from the World Championship? Putting as many people that roster as far away from the World Championship as possible?
That’s your idea of a savior?
Newsflash, fuckers, that’s not helping anybody, that gatekeeping bullshit is the very thing that actually threatens to put a dagger in this company’s back, and both of you are standing there ready to twist it further in!
Teo Blaze has never turned away a challenger for any title. On Cruiserclash I faced all comers and I carried that brand to heights that nobody thought possible! I have always carried myself on one principle, and that is that greatness can come from anywhere! Anyone who is willing to push themselves hard enough, to make the sacrifices necessary to achieve greatness should be given the chance to prove it!
Even someone like Muru, a challenger who Gerard Angelo thought so little of that he forcefully inserted himself into the match!
How does that make you feel, Muru? The fact that both of these men gave so few of a damns about you that they were willing to try and steal the opportunity that you earned?
And in fact Muru, let me take a moment to speak to you directly. You may be the least experienced in this match, aged be damned.
Of my three opponents, you are the one I have the least vitriol towards.
But the stakes have been raised, and whereas before I saw this match as a chance to put on a clinic, to really get to the heart of what a first World Title Challenge should be, those aren’t the cards you were dealt.
And Muru, the simple fact is that you are not ready for something like this. You have stumbled into a war for the future of this company. Two men determined to keep us stagnant, to hold us back. To make the narrative about them, to meet with investors and keep anyone they don’t like out of the World title scene.
I believe in opportunity. I believe that you earned this shot, and that you have every right to be in this match.
But I also can’t help but be realistic, Muru. And the realistic fact is that you are still green. Still eager, full of hope, even excitement to be here.
But this is the World Championship. This is the belt that men have fought and even died in pursuit of. The be-all, end-all. The big one.
And Brady Bolt in his eagerness has sent you out as a sacrificial lamb. To be torn apart by three men who want nothing more than to show that their beliefs are strongest.
And you, Muru? You have yet to cultivate that hunger. That drive. That desire.
That World Championship, it does things to a person. Things I hesitate to even put into words. It can change a man in ways he didn’t think possible.
And you will get your first glimpse of that at Blast.”
Teo exhales, his mind racing as he considers each opponent, but with a deep breath, he holds out his hands, and places them on one of the machines, eyes closed. As he does, however, his hands flip a switch, and with a quick stuttering roar, the machines begin turning, each one immediately resuming its function as the factory roars to life.
Teo watches the scene, and a genuine smile crosses his face as the gears turn and the machines begin moving again.
“You see, that’s it, isn’t it? Odin and Gerard both claim to want to keep the lights on, that an Action Wrestling under Teo Blaze can’t possibly keep running.
And do you know why?
Because they’re scared. They’re scared because Teo Blaze was able to do what they couldn’t. Was able to climb the mountain without compromising himself, his morals. To hold that Championship without being corrupted by it.
That cash-in was desperation. Not just to slow a falling star’s descent, but to try desperately to contain a flame that was quickly spreading into a wildfire!”
Teo's voice softens, a moment of reflection breaking through the intensity.
"I'm not here to tear others down. I'm here to build something better. I'm here to show the world that Action Wrestling is about more than just titles and championships. It's about heart, it's about passion, it's about the thrill of competition and the desire to be the best!
But you three...You're different. You don't see the World Championship as a symbol of opportunity or a chance to inspire others. No, you see it as a means to an end. You see it as a way to validate your own egos, to stroke your own pride, to satisfy your own selfish desires. False Saviors masquerading their selfishness as salvation!"
Teo's voice carries a quiet intensity, his words cutting through the air like a knife.
"And that's the difference between us. While you three are focused on what the World Championship can do for you, I'm focused on what I can do for the World Championship. I want to use it to build something greater than myself, to inspire others, to elevate Action Wrestling to new heights!"
He pauses, letting his words sink in before continuing.
"So go ahead, cling to your titles, revel in your momentary victories. But just know that when the dust settles and the smoke clears, it won't be your names that are remembered. It'll be mine."
With those final words, Teo's gaze hardens, his determination shining through as the scene fades to black, leaving only the echoes of his words lingering in the empty warehouse.
Once, this place might have been a productive center of commerce, machines tirelessly working to produce whatever customers could possibly want.
Amidst the desolation, Teo stands alone, his silhouette framed against the backdrop of rusted steel beams and crumbling brick walls. His expression behind the dark red lenses a mix of anger, frustration, and determination, betraying the turmoil swirling within him.
"This place," Teo begins, his voice low, "it's like a graveyard for forgotten dreams."
He paces slowly, his footsteps echoing off the cold concrete, each one a reminder of the weight of his recent defeat.
"I never thought I'd find myself here, surrounded by shadows and echoes of what once was. But here I am, forced to confront the reality of the situation.
You can call it naivete, foolishness, you can point at me and say that I was a marked man from the moment I took that belt off of Gerard’s waist, that I should have known better. That the man with the briefcase holds all the cards, and can call his shot when you least expect it.
And you know, there may be truth in those words.”
Teo looks up to the sky, letting his thoughts hang in the air, reflecting on their meaning, their implication.
“But on the other hand…”
The words carry in them a change in tone, as though the thoughts had changed form, with that pause, the energy fundamentally changed.
“The story keeps being told, doesn’t it? The world watched as Gerard tried to spin his act of treachery into something meaningful, to pretend it was anything more than what it was-
A last act of desperation from a fading star.
For all of his talk of Hollywood endings, of being someone that the company can build around, Gerard Angelo is either full of enough bullshit to fertilize the midwest, or he is legitimately, dangerously delusional.
Gerard spent the entire tournament frustrated as hell that he wasn’t given an immediate one on one rematch, pissed that he would have to earn his spot through a tournament instead of it being handed to him on a silver platter! The Gerard Angelo who could had an argument for being the most talented name on that roster was replaced by this caricature who wastes his time complaining about his booking, about his opponents, every bit embodying the prima donna attitude that can only come from a career in Hollywood.
So he finally decided to take matters into his own hands. After 217 days of waiting, he cashed in that briefcase. The last ace up his sleeve, the only reason why anyone still gave a damn about him anymore.”
Teo runs his hands across one of the dusty pieces of machinery, the tone in his voice once again shifting, hardening.
“You entitled piece of shit, Gerard. You are autofellatio given human form, you know that? You stood in that ring and told the world that you cashed in that briefcase to be a leader, to take Action Wrestling to new heights!
That same self-delusion guiding each and every hypocritical word that poured from that slimy mouth of yours. You actually have the balls to call yourself the champion that Action Wrestling needs?
What exactly does Action Wrestling need from you, Gerard? What does your so called ‘leadership’ look like, exactly?”
Teo's voice drips with sarcasm as he continues, his frustration boiling over.
"Is it the leadership of a coward who can't win a match without resorting to cheap tactics? Is it the leadership of a man who's willing to stab his supposed friends in the back for a chance at glory? Is that the example you want to set for the rest of the locker room, Gerard?"
He steps closer to the camera, his eyes blazing with intensity.
"You talk about Hollywood endings, but let me tell you something, Gerard. This isn't a movie. This is real life. And in the real world, actions have consequences. You may have stolen the title from me, but you haven't earned it. You haven't earned the respect of the fans, the respect of your peers, or even the respect of yourself!"
Teo's voice grows louder, his words echoing off the warehouse walls.
"You may have the gold around your waist, but you'll never be a true champion. You'll never be someone that people look up to, that people admire. Because at the end of the day, you're nothing more than a fraud, a charlatan, a con artist who's managed to fool everyone into thinking you're something you're not."
He takes a moment to let his words sink in, the silence of the warehouse emphasizing the weight of his accusations.
"And as for this fatal four-way match, Gerard, don't think for a second that I've forgotten what you did. When I step into that ring with you, I'm not just fighting for the title. I'm fighting for justice. I'm fighting for redemption. And most of all, I'm fighting to prove that you made the biggest mistake of your life when you decided to cross me!"
Teo's voice lowers to a dangerous growl, his eyes narrowing with determination.
"Fatal-Four way. Aye, there’s the rub. After all, if it was just Gerard and me, the only thing people would be trying to predict is how many stitches and plastic surgeons it takes before Gerard’s hollywood face is even recognizable again.
But there’s a wrinkle. In a match like this you could claim the World Title without pinning the Champion, you could lose the World Title without being pinned. I could smash Gerard’s orbital with a Blazing knee only for Odin Balfore to cover Muru while my back is turned.
I don’t buy one word of Odin’s dwindling attempts to resurrect a career which has become utterly Zombified- in every sense of the word.
But do you know what the saddest part of Odin’s downfall is? It is not the continual backsliding into self-parody, what were once playful meta jabs replaced with outright blunt force trauma attempts at winks to the camera-
It’s the fact that the once powerful All-father has been consumed with a bitter core of cynicism. Odin, you may be a false god relying on an increasingly souring physique and limited moveset, you may be cashing in the goodwill brought about from your storied career until you’ve maxed out the credibility card, but Gods damn it, at least you can say you used to be fun!”
Teo kicks one of the machines to punctuate his statement, sending an echoing crash throughout the empty warehouse. The sound permeates as Teo collects himself slowly, adjusting his sunglasses before continuing.
“Let’s not split hairs, Odin. We both know I beat you once before, and was well on track to doing it again before Gerard inserted himself in the picture. I looked right into that camera, and I called you a false god to your face. And do you know why?
Because I am not facing Odin Balfore. You may have his name, you may look like him, but this is not the All-Father who once struck fear into the hearts of his opponents, hell, I’m barely even facing the man who managed to beat Gerard Angelo barely a month ago.
I am facing a man who has bought into the narrative that he and he alone can carry the company. He has been standing and telling the world that the company is circling the drain, that ad revenue is down and that sponsors are leaving the company.
I hear you talk about being the face of the brand, of attracting advertisers on the strength of your name and reputation, and I have to ask, Odin, man-to-man.
When did you become such a fuckin’ sellout?”
Teo's words cut through the still air of the warehouse, his frustration evident as he continues to address Odin.
"You used to be the embodiment of everything this industry stood for, Odin. You were a force to be reckoned with, a titan among men. But now? Now you're nothing more than a shell of your former self, clinging to past glory and using it as a crutch to prop up your failing career."
He strides forward, his movements purposeful, his eyes locked on the camera.
"You want to be the face of the brand, but let me tell you something, Odin. The face of the brand isn't someone who's past their prime, someone who's more concerned with their own ego than the future of this company. The face of the brand is someone who's willing to put in the work, someone who's willing to fight tooth and nail for every opportunity, every chance to prove themselves. And that someone is not you."
Teo's voice reverberates off the walls of the warehouse, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.
"You want to talk about leadership, Odin? About being the one to carry Action Wrestling to new heights? Well, let me give you a reality check. Real leaders don't blame others for their own shortcomings. Real leaders don't make excuses. Real leaders step up when the chips are down, when the odds are stacked against them, and they fight with everything they've got. And that, Odin, is something you seem to have forgotten how to do."
He pauses, allowing his words to sink in, to allow the weight of his accusation speak for itself.
“Let's not kid ourselves, Odin. You're not the All-Father anymore. You're a relic, a has-been, desperately clinging to whatever shreds of relevance you have left. And you think handing a microphone to Zombie McMorris is going to change that? You think hiding behind him, using him as your mouthpiece, makes you some kind of tough guy? Please."
He steps closer to the camera, his eyes burning with intensity.
"You may have fooled yourself into thinking you still belong in the main event, Odin, but you haven't fooled me. You haven't fooled anyone. You're a joke, a punchline, and deep down, you know it."
Teo's voice rises, his anger palpable as he continues to lay into Odin.
"So go ahead, Odin. Keep pretending like you're still relevant. Keep pretending like you're still the big bad All-Father. But just know that when I step into that ring with you, I'm going to expose you once again for the fraud you really are. I'm going to beat you down, I'm going to humiliate you, and I'm going to show the world that you're nothing more than a sad, pathetic shell of your former self.
And as you stand there shouting that the company is falling apart, trying to weave a legacy out of the vague threads of nostalgia you still have left, I will be doing the work you lay claim to.
And you know, that claim is something that the more I think about it, you and Gerard have in common. Both of you have been so quick to jump on my title reign, to criticize my “corporate appeal” or my choice in opponents. To criticize Action Wrestling Management for giving someone like Jaice Wilds a chance at the World Championship when it should have gone to someone more deserving…
Now I wonder who that could be? When Gerard Angelo or Odin Balfore rails against the management for not finding contenders, when Gerard claims that his decision to cash in his World Championship briefcase is to keep people like Jaice Wilds or Muru from a shot at becoming world Champion, well…Given that both Gerard and Odin have proven themselves to be duplicitous self-serving spin doctors, then should we take them at their word?
I think we all know the answer.”
Teo chuckles, his voice softer now, but still carrying a strong tone of disapproval.
“Gerard, Odin, I’m gonna cut your bullshit here. Every time that either one of you tries to talk about saving Action Wrestling, it makes my eye twitch a little bit holding back the desire to tattoo a slap across your face.
You. Do not. Want to save. This company.
You want to save yourselves. Holding down talent? Keeping people away from the World Championship? Putting as many people that roster as far away from the World Championship as possible?
That’s your idea of a savior?
Newsflash, fuckers, that’s not helping anybody, that gatekeeping bullshit is the very thing that actually threatens to put a dagger in this company’s back, and both of you are standing there ready to twist it further in!
Teo Blaze has never turned away a challenger for any title. On Cruiserclash I faced all comers and I carried that brand to heights that nobody thought possible! I have always carried myself on one principle, and that is that greatness can come from anywhere! Anyone who is willing to push themselves hard enough, to make the sacrifices necessary to achieve greatness should be given the chance to prove it!
Even someone like Muru, a challenger who Gerard Angelo thought so little of that he forcefully inserted himself into the match!
How does that make you feel, Muru? The fact that both of these men gave so few of a damns about you that they were willing to try and steal the opportunity that you earned?
And in fact Muru, let me take a moment to speak to you directly. You may be the least experienced in this match, aged be damned.
Of my three opponents, you are the one I have the least vitriol towards.
But the stakes have been raised, and whereas before I saw this match as a chance to put on a clinic, to really get to the heart of what a first World Title Challenge should be, those aren’t the cards you were dealt.
And Muru, the simple fact is that you are not ready for something like this. You have stumbled into a war for the future of this company. Two men determined to keep us stagnant, to hold us back. To make the narrative about them, to meet with investors and keep anyone they don’t like out of the World title scene.
I believe in opportunity. I believe that you earned this shot, and that you have every right to be in this match.
But I also can’t help but be realistic, Muru. And the realistic fact is that you are still green. Still eager, full of hope, even excitement to be here.
But this is the World Championship. This is the belt that men have fought and even died in pursuit of. The be-all, end-all. The big one.
And Brady Bolt in his eagerness has sent you out as a sacrificial lamb. To be torn apart by three men who want nothing more than to show that their beliefs are strongest.
And you, Muru? You have yet to cultivate that hunger. That drive. That desire.
That World Championship, it does things to a person. Things I hesitate to even put into words. It can change a man in ways he didn’t think possible.
And you will get your first glimpse of that at Blast.”
Teo exhales, his mind racing as he considers each opponent, but with a deep breath, he holds out his hands, and places them on one of the machines, eyes closed. As he does, however, his hands flip a switch, and with a quick stuttering roar, the machines begin turning, each one immediately resuming its function as the factory roars to life.
Teo watches the scene, and a genuine smile crosses his face as the gears turn and the machines begin moving again.
“You see, that’s it, isn’t it? Odin and Gerard both claim to want to keep the lights on, that an Action Wrestling under Teo Blaze can’t possibly keep running.
And do you know why?
Because they’re scared. They’re scared because Teo Blaze was able to do what they couldn’t. Was able to climb the mountain without compromising himself, his morals. To hold that Championship without being corrupted by it.
That cash-in was desperation. Not just to slow a falling star’s descent, but to try desperately to contain a flame that was quickly spreading into a wildfire!”
Teo's voice softens, a moment of reflection breaking through the intensity.
"I'm not here to tear others down. I'm here to build something better. I'm here to show the world that Action Wrestling is about more than just titles and championships. It's about heart, it's about passion, it's about the thrill of competition and the desire to be the best!
But you three...You're different. You don't see the World Championship as a symbol of opportunity or a chance to inspire others. No, you see it as a means to an end. You see it as a way to validate your own egos, to stroke your own pride, to satisfy your own selfish desires. False Saviors masquerading their selfishness as salvation!"
Teo's voice carries a quiet intensity, his words cutting through the air like a knife.
"And that's the difference between us. While you three are focused on what the World Championship can do for you, I'm focused on what I can do for the World Championship. I want to use it to build something greater than myself, to inspire others, to elevate Action Wrestling to new heights!"
He pauses, letting his words sink in before continuing.
"So go ahead, cling to your titles, revel in your momentary victories. But just know that when the dust settles and the smoke clears, it won't be your names that are remembered. It'll be mine."
With those final words, Teo's gaze hardens, his determination shining through as the scene fades to black, leaving only the echoes of his words lingering in the empty warehouse.