Post by Teo Blaze on Dec 19, 2021 12:13:35 GMT -5
“Ever since I was little, I've been hearing what’s wrong with me.
You’re not big enough, you’re not strong enough, you’ve got something in your head that’s fundamentally broken.
Dad always did have a way with words.
But I think that tends to be our fatal flaw, no? We have a tendency to focus on someone’s weaknesses.”
Teo taps the red lenses covering his eyes from view as he leans against the wall of the Bellagio.
“Rose Colored Glasses. God, how has nobody ever caught that? I’ve been wearing these things for four years, and I don’t think a single person has- you know what, it’s not important. That’s the way to view the world.
Heh…don’t misunderstand me. I have hope for the world, but not for my enemies.
So...What would you do with that prize?
Are you seeking to carve your name into the history books by force?
Are you Adelaide Ainsworth, seeking an ego boost by retreading the same sour notes, trying to wring humor out of a punchline that people stopped laughing at months ago?
Are you Terra Walker, wrestling with your own shadow, trying desperately to erase the loss to the one you never saw coming?
Maybe you’re even Karlie Nash, smelling the rot of your own shelf life, living out the passion play of the underdog to justify your continued existence.”
Teo shrugs his shoulders, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, personalized silver lighter.
“That’s the thing about this roster. They’ve clawed their way out of the comedy cesspit, for the most part. We’ve still got Riddler, Vebbins, Minka, and Magic Maddox who still seem to think this is 2019 Cruiserclash. At least when the Gents tell a joke, we’re not the punchline.
Newsflash: The Comedy Cruiserclash is dead, and I killed it at Evolution.
No, this roster has more to offer than such losers. But let’s talk for a moment about the tag division, shall we?
The Heritage have let their careers slip so far into obscurity that they have to go after office personnel- and the only reason we’re not holding their belts is because they hit us with them.
RWB is a non-entity at the moment- Nikki making an appearance would be a feel good moment at best.
And the Pettisses have been MIA ever since the Gatecrashers imploded.
Everyone else is just hoping to get lucky. They have no interest in the tag belts other than to have an accolade. After all the stability the Gents tried to bring, too.
You may wonder why I’m not talking about the malfunctioning real doll wannabe Kitsumi and her boytoy. Don’t worry, I’ll get to him. But suffice it to say she’s going to be left holding the bag. She’s happy to let herself be used, I guess.
And then we have Keeton- our vainglorious former champion. It’s a shame that your title reign ended that way, although it was a sham how it started. Handed a title shot for cheap shock value against a self-destructing champ. Maybe being stripped was appropriate. Easy come, easy go.
And now I’m forced to talk about the big boy in his own mind, Roddy Zalez. Yeah, he got one over on us. I don’t deny it. We gave him too much credit, thought maybe his pride wouldn't let him have a title win tainted by highway robbery.
Now I know better.
Entering last is appropriate for you. I am not sure that you’d be able to function without some kind of unfair advantage. But you know what? It doesn’t bother me. Because it’ll be that much funnier when I dump your ass over the top rope with a Blazing Knee. First ballot finisher of the year, Roddy...does anyone even know what your finisher is? Rollup with the ropes? Ha!"
Teo flips the lighter open, considering the flame.
"Rose colored glasses. I have hope for these belts. For this Roster. For this show. I proved what we could be in Turmoil.
Now it's being threatened. Challenged.
We need leaders. We need champions in every sense of the world.
And I’m going to see it happen, even if I’ll have to do it myself.”
You’re not big enough, you’re not strong enough, you’ve got something in your head that’s fundamentally broken.
Dad always did have a way with words.
But I think that tends to be our fatal flaw, no? We have a tendency to focus on someone’s weaknesses.”
Teo taps the red lenses covering his eyes from view as he leans against the wall of the Bellagio.
“Rose Colored Glasses. God, how has nobody ever caught that? I’ve been wearing these things for four years, and I don’t think a single person has- you know what, it’s not important. That’s the way to view the world.
Heh…don’t misunderstand me. I have hope for the world, but not for my enemies.
So...What would you do with that prize?
Are you seeking to carve your name into the history books by force?
Are you Adelaide Ainsworth, seeking an ego boost by retreading the same sour notes, trying to wring humor out of a punchline that people stopped laughing at months ago?
Are you Terra Walker, wrestling with your own shadow, trying desperately to erase the loss to the one you never saw coming?
Maybe you’re even Karlie Nash, smelling the rot of your own shelf life, living out the passion play of the underdog to justify your continued existence.”
Teo shrugs his shoulders, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, personalized silver lighter.
“That’s the thing about this roster. They’ve clawed their way out of the comedy cesspit, for the most part. We’ve still got Riddler, Vebbins, Minka, and Magic Maddox who still seem to think this is 2019 Cruiserclash. At least when the Gents tell a joke, we’re not the punchline.
Newsflash: The Comedy Cruiserclash is dead, and I killed it at Evolution.
No, this roster has more to offer than such losers. But let’s talk for a moment about the tag division, shall we?
The Heritage have let their careers slip so far into obscurity that they have to go after office personnel- and the only reason we’re not holding their belts is because they hit us with them.
RWB is a non-entity at the moment- Nikki making an appearance would be a feel good moment at best.
And the Pettisses have been MIA ever since the Gatecrashers imploded.
Everyone else is just hoping to get lucky. They have no interest in the tag belts other than to have an accolade. After all the stability the Gents tried to bring, too.
You may wonder why I’m not talking about the malfunctioning real doll wannabe Kitsumi and her boytoy. Don’t worry, I’ll get to him. But suffice it to say she’s going to be left holding the bag. She’s happy to let herself be used, I guess.
And then we have Keeton- our vainglorious former champion. It’s a shame that your title reign ended that way, although it was a sham how it started. Handed a title shot for cheap shock value against a self-destructing champ. Maybe being stripped was appropriate. Easy come, easy go.
And now I’m forced to talk about the big boy in his own mind, Roddy Zalez. Yeah, he got one over on us. I don’t deny it. We gave him too much credit, thought maybe his pride wouldn't let him have a title win tainted by highway robbery.
Now I know better.
Entering last is appropriate for you. I am not sure that you’d be able to function without some kind of unfair advantage. But you know what? It doesn’t bother me. Because it’ll be that much funnier when I dump your ass over the top rope with a Blazing Knee. First ballot finisher of the year, Roddy...does anyone even know what your finisher is? Rollup with the ropes? Ha!"
Teo flips the lighter open, considering the flame.
"Rose colored glasses. I have hope for these belts. For this Roster. For this show. I proved what we could be in Turmoil.
Now it's being threatened. Challenged.
We need leaders. We need champions in every sense of the world.
And I’m going to see it happen, even if I’ll have to do it myself.”