Post by Teo Blaze on Jun 23, 2019 20:03:07 GMT -5
The following Unscheduled Broadcast Aired between 1:00pm and 3:00pm on the AW Network.
Though Action Wrestling refuses to offer comment on the nature of the incident, it has been archived here in unedited form.
Viewer discretion is advised.
The broadcast that comes across the screen of the viewer is one that should be all too familiar, as the Action Network has been known to stream both original content as well as replays of classic shows for any interested viewer. At the moment, a piped-in announcer is giving a run-through in the kind of voiceover that at once any man or woman who has turned on a television has heard a hundred times. The kind of dripping, almost melodic voice where the words seem to flow out of the speaker’s mouth like a liquid, smoothly introducing the next attraction.
Voiceover: Stay tuned ladies and gentlemen, as we continue our weekly recap of Clash’s biggest hits!
The graphics show a familiar sight to anyone who has ever seen an Action Wrestling show, arenas packed from one end to another with a virtual sea of smiling faces, a roar of excitement serving as the backing track to another fan-pleasing experience.
Voiceover: And up next it’s a hard-hitting match between the red hot Lissie Hope, Ryan Elias, and veteran Jakob List-
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As the announcer speaks, the image on the screen seems to be frozen in place, skipping back and forth between two frames wildly and without any semblance of order- the repeated syllable seeming to echo, to cascade faster and faster until it passes any sound recognizable by the human ear, and then...all at once.
A crash of static! The television, Iphone, or computer screen watching the AW Network’s live broadcast goes completely and totally blank, completely replaced by a hissing and screeching crash of black and white particles, dancing back and forth as though someone had cut the cable line heading out of Action Headquarters.
But after the initial shock has passed...something becomes strangely apparent. The static is not completely blank. Though barely visible, somewhere hidden within the black and white chaos, is a silhouette, faint at first but more and more clear with each passing second. Where he stands is not clear, but it is unmistakably a silhouette that is familiar, almost recognizable.
But in the darkness of the strange scene, something happens that finally makes it clear just who is speaking.
There is a flash of orange light in the darkness, illuminating the reflective surface, two bright red circles. Like a demon’s eyes in the darkness. The unmasked visage of a man whose arrival in Action Wrestling has been heralded with unheard of levels of excitement. Though there is barely enough light to illuminate the finer details, it is unmistakably the one and only self-proclaimed king of all media...Teo Blaze.
Though the lenses that cover his eyes are the most shining thing in the darkness, what is unmistakably visible as well is a crooked and white smile, floating like a broken crescent even in the minimal light allowed by his location. It is from this cracked and broken crescent that his words finally emerge.
Teo Blaze: Prepare yourselves...because it’s time to ignite the airwaves.
The voice that comes from Teo carries with it a grim, almost ominous determination, as though he is stating a fact that he is completely sure of, but a fact that utterly pisses him off.
Teo Blaze: “Ladies and Gentlemen”, boys and girls, welcome to the inaugural edition of the world’s most sought after and reviled, in-demand and unauthorized, one-of-a kind pirate broadcast to ever grace your screen.
Be ready, Action Faithful, because my message is not one for the weak of heart. I speak for one thing and one thing alone, and that is the truth.
Funny thing, truth, when you really stop and think about it. Each and every one of us will say that we want to hear the truth if we are asked point blank. Not even a moment’s hesitation as we smile and tell ourselves that we want to know what’s what and who’s who and just who the hell we really are.
And yet we spend each and every waking moment running from it, hiding from it, avoiding facing the truth. About ourselves, about our loved ones, about the very world that we live and breathe in. And whether we hide truth from ourselves at the bottom of a bottle or beneath the shining veneer of a television screen the simple and constant fact remains that we have grown so accustomed to our ability to sit back and turn our minds off that we have completely forgotten how to function in a world of truth. Honesty is no comfort to us in this world any longer, we would rather withdraw into ourselves and believe in a comfortable illusion than to truly stand up and open ourselves up to the way that things really are, to expose ourselves in every sense of the world to something that it may turn out we did not want to know.
Because truth? Truth cuts deeper than any knife ever could, it burns brighter than any flame ever could!
And to look upon it is like staring into the sun.
So if you want to join me? If you want to see the truth as I do...you better bring your sunglasses.
Blaze taps on the red lenses with his index finger, the smile seeming to grow slightly more distorted as he does so.
Teo Blaze: Love me. Hate me. Take me however you want. But you will listen.
His voice echoes into a laugh that seems to fill the room, doubling over on itself with each passing second, each beat coalescing into a roar until it sounds as though a whole room of people has joined in on the joke.
All at once, behind him, the room becomes illuminated with a loud “bang!” Two oil drums sit behind him in front of a brick wall, flames shooting out of both sides before settling down into a more controlled blaze.
Teo smiles as he walks towards the wall, leaning against it with a smile as he looks over the lenses directly into the camera.
Teo Blaze: The first chapter of my Action Wrestling career begins this week with what I could only describe as an opportunity. Not only to reintroduce myself to the ring, but to earn my way towards a shot at the United States Championship.
He seems to consider for a second, his eyes trailing upwards as he pictures the ornate championship.
Teo Blaze: Valuable belt that, isn’t it? To hold it means that you are the representative of the entire country, the one who the US looks at as its representative, as its...well, champion.
And frankly..? In my match this week I have the chance to make absolutely sure, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that such a title does not go to a washed-up, talentless has-been like Jakob Lister.
By the way, this is the part where I say that “Jakob Lister isn’t just a has-been, he’s a never-was”, by the way, but let me flip that script for a second. I have no bones about saying that Jakob Lister has some genuine accomplishments under his belt, as well as being known for some of the biggest upsets in wrestling. During my past encounters with him, I have seen him do things that no one thought possible, and well past the expiration date many had marked him with.
But let’s be completely honest with ourselves here. That is not the person with whom I am stepping into the ring this week. “The Monster”, “The Beast”, the other scary nickname that he’s stuck to himself over the years.
And let me make this absolutely clear! Jakoblivion Lister has been coasting off of a reputation, pushing himself off of accomplishments that these days amount to little more than the answer to a trivia question at a sports bar!
And this? This is bad news for Jakob Lister. Because I don’t do intimidation. I do not get scared because someone tells me I should be.
You want to scare me, bad man? Show me.
Show me that you’re as bad as you say you are.
Show me that you are the monster that you claim to be.
Because right now, big guy?
Teo laughs under his breath, a chuckle that comes out as though he has just thought of the punchline to a particularly amusing joke.
Teo Blaze: I’m just not seeing it. When I think of the phrase “Jakob Lister” and “Monster”? My thoughts are less “Jason Voorhees” and more “Sesame Street.”
You’ve even got the funny voice and everything!
Teo’s eyes roll, as despite the punchline, his expression seems to shift more from amusement to annoyance.
Teo Blaze: Lister, you do realize that you were pinned last week by a competitor that, at 135 pounds, weight less than half what you do, right?
In front of the world, the great monster, pinned by a princess! I thought for a moment I had accidentally turned on a disney movie it was so unbelievable.
But there it was, in front of the world, the one and only Jakob Lister, holder of countless scalps and championships, who made the world tremble on his size and ruthlessness, knocked unconscious beneath his own prey, the punchline to a joke that stopped being funny long ago.
All at once, Teo’s expression snaps into something new. His eyes flash with orange as he stares directly into the camera, each and every inch of his face curling into an expression of pure contempt, his breathing becoming harsher and more constant, issuing from his nostrils as he stares cold steel directly into the camera.
Teo Blaze: Let me explain something to you, Lister, if only for your own fucking personal safety. I do not. Give a damn. About reputation. I do not care how big you are, and I could give a rat’s ass how scary you are.
Because I have learned long ago that the ones who put forth the most intimidating picture are the ones with the most to hide, the most to hide. The ones who use their size as a weapon, the ones who take advantage of the fact that they won some genetic lottery to push around anyone that they come across, who think they’re bigger, badder, and scarier than any man walking just because they happen to have size on their side.
Listen up, Lister, because this next sentence could save your worthless life. You try that crap with me? You try to puff out your chest and scare me? I will drive a knee through your skull, put you on the ground, walk away and then I will forget about you forever because you are not worth the effort it would take to remember.
Are we understanding each other, Jakob? Because I think that you have fundamentally misunderstood the way that I operate. So before you become the example that I set for the entire Action Wrestling universe, I want to make this very clear. Once that bell rings, I am not going to beat you, I am going to hurt you.
I am going to come at you with everything I have every single time, I am going to hold back. Nothing. I am going to throw myself, body and soul, against you until one of us breaks, and I am not going to stop until they pull me off of you. Because the sad truth of this match, Lister? I know what you are capable of. I know what you have done in the past. But you have no idea what I can do- no way of knowing just what you’re in store for. You’re standing on a goddamned train track and you’re too damned dense to hear the sound of the horn. So I will not apologize, Oblister, because I am going to give you the respect that you deserve, and it is out of that respect that I am going to come at you like I am facing that monster, like you are every bit as bad as you claim to be.
Because I speak for truth, and you damned sure better believe I fight for it. You want to carry yourself as a monster?
Teo’s mouth breaks into the same grin, but something is different about it, something is almost uneven...twisted.
Teo Blaze: Bring it on. Because I am going to fight you like I would fight that monster. And that means that they are going to have to drag you from that ring. Because you and I both know that you are not that monster anymore. You are barely a shadow of the man who could once strike fear into an entire roster.
Consider it a favor, Jakob, because when I hit the Blazing Knee on your prone carcass, when I slam it right across your limp form? I’m going to knock that voice right out of your head!
And the next time that you try and think, the next time you even close your eyes, you won’t see Oblivion.
You’ll see me.
Because I am your new nightmare, Lister.
And you? You are the start of my revolution.
Teo looks directly into the camera, and as he speaks, the edges of the screen begin to crackle with static, the image becoming distorted as he speaks.
Teo Blaze: My children, new and old, your king has returned.
Together we will ignite the airwaves in the name of truth.
Join me or be left behind. The choice is yours.
But whatever you decide...I’ll be waiting.
The screen slowly becomes consumed by static once more, the red lenses being the last thing, hanging in an almost ghostly image before being swallowed up by static once more as the Action Network resumes its regularly scheduled broadcast.