Post by Teo Blaze on Jan 23, 2022 12:38:33 GMT -5
“It seems that what we have here is a failure to communicate.”
The words that come from the Cruiserweight champion carry a tinge of frustration, as though lecturing a child.
“Last week, myself and my ‘partners’ threw away a chance to represent our brand over petty squabbles. Their anger ran so deep that they couldn’t be assed for even one match to put it aside.”
Teo chuckles, the gold of the belt on his shoulders reflecting the fluorescent glow of his office on Kem.
“I guess I’m spoiled by having a partner for so long that I could trust to have my back.
But champions don’t dwell. We advance. We move forward. And this week, I’ve got four hungry talents with an eye on that next level. Four sharks who think they smell blood in the water, right?”
Teo cranes his head slightly forward, a glint in his lenses sparking as a mischievous look crosses his eyes.
“Word of advice…there’s always a bigger fish.
I have been in your shoes many times, with that golden sparkle in my eyes, anticipating putting a belt over my shoulder. It’s intoxicating, no?
Take our odd couple, Krystal and Jessie- future opponents with a chance to be crowned the first recognized women’s champion, no offense to my partner intended, but it must be said that it’s a peculiar pairing.
Take the vulgar and quite frankly ostentatious Jessie Lee, who despite her energy has a bad habit of stroking her own ego with every other sentence. I mean self-confidence is a virtue, but denial is never a good look...Although if someone could make denial look good, it would probably be Krystal, her erstwhile rival. Though I think that she might have misunderstood a few key phrases- see, when people say that you should strive to be a model wrestler, they don’t mean a swimsuit model.
I hate pretty things.
Not in general, mind you- in fact I daresay that beauty is something to be treasured and appreciated…But this is an ugly business. And I hate seeing pretty things get broken by it. Krystal, for all of your grandstanding, for all of the bolt of lighting talk, let’s be honest. You can’t be pretty in this business. That ring is hard, brutal, and unforgiving. It takes everything from you, mind and body. To say otherwise would be lying to you.
But there you are. Oblivious. You only hear the sound of applause. Of hands coming together…because you’re pretty. That’s it. You’re nothing special, and there’s hundreds of women who could do what you do better.
Heck, look at your tag team partners. Now, I have a long history with Azzy, in fact she’s probably the only one in this match I could see myself getting a beer with after this is over- but personal feelings aside, she’s done the whole “wrestling model” schtick better than anyone to ever do it- but she keeps falling into the same trap. This is a business of missing teeth, scar tissue, a business of broken bones and emergency surgeries.
In other words, pretty don’t mean a thing compared to tough.
And while I would say that Vebbins is tougher than her two practical rookie partners… it’s a drop of water in the ocean. And besides, she’s got her partner for toughness.
Aphiyra Adler- practically tasked with carrying the team of goofs you have surrounding you. That’s bad luck, girl. Take a legitimate fighter and saddle her with two models and an Aussie wannabe egomaniac- I could make this a handicap match just bringing a mirror to the ring! You’d be stuck 3 on 1 while the others were distracted looking at themselves in it.
You can judge someone’s character by the company they keep, Aphy. You’ve got Alabatross Vebbins on you, and you’re just adding more dead weight. Pity.”
Teo adjusts his glasses, standing up with a grin.
“This match? It’s nothing personal, girls. You don’t disgust me to my core. You might not even deserve this. But it will be a wakeup call.
I am eager to see if you learn from it, actually.
But I’m not getting my hopes up.”
One final wink as the camera fades away.
