Post by Teo Blaze on Oct 16, 2022 11:28:07 GMT -5
“The more things, change, eh?”
The face of the Cruiserweight champion is etched with a wide grin from ear to ear as he stands, the bright, polished gold of the title on his shoulder.
“You know, I was actually privileged enough to be in the very first Trios Championship tournament, as a captain no less. And given that my best friend Andre Jenson was already committed, I was forced to choose who I would pick to be at my side from anybody on the roster. And what name do you think was my first choice to be by my side since Andre couldn’t?
That’s right, the very same man that stands beside me this week. Funny how things repeat, isn’t it?
But I’m not here for a walk down memory lane, I’m here to do what I have made a career out of doing, and that’s kick ass and defy odds! And baby, I ain’t ever cared about the odds!
And who better to stand across the ring than the Swallo- oh wait, really? Are they a thing again, or are they broken up? You know, it’s honestly kinda hard to keep track these days, what with the constant betrayals, backstabbing, and draaaamaaaa”
Teo rolls his eyes in an exaggerated fashion behind his red lenses.
“Look, Lissie, I’m not going to tell you how to live your life because, frankly, you’ve never been one to listen to good advice, but this frienemy bullcrap with Adelaide is so toxic that you two can’t go near any water sources without an EPA fine.
I mean you two have buried the hatchet so many times that you’ve ruined the garden- and you just keep digging it up!
And why? Why do you keep crawling back to each other over, and over, knowing that the moment either of you slips up even for a second, the other will stab you in the back?
News Flash: People don’t forget, girls. You can’t just stick a fresh coat of paint on a house with a fundamentally broken foundation and expect anyone to buy it. The dysfunction, the lying, the resentment, it’s all still there right under the surface.
And Trios has a way of bringing out all that baggage, you know. Happens every year.
As one half of the most decorated tag team in this company’s history, let me give you a little bit of advice. The most important thing for success in a tag team match..?
Trust.
That’s it, it’s not a magical formula, not a twist. You’ve gotta be able to look that person in the eye and know that they won’t stab you in the back.
I’ve known Kyle Kemp long enough to know that when that bell rings, there’s not a man in the world you can trust more. For all of his mistakes, I know that he has a desire to win stronger than anyone on that roster. I trust that.
Would I trust Lissie Hope?”
Teo almost bursts out laughing as the words leave his mouth.
“Would I trust the most selfish, unstable, heartless, egotistic, narcissistic, pessimistic piece of trash on this roster for even a second? Come on, we’ve done this dance before.
There was a time I looked at Lissie and I genuinely felt like there was a sad little girl in there who just wanted to be loved. But you only get to cash in that sympathy before you hit your credit limit, and I realize now that little girl is long gone, replaced by a bitter shell of self-serving desperation, bouncing from division to division, picking up what titles she can, reinventing herself over and over to grab just a little more of that spotlight only to fall flat on her face when she gets figured out for the fraud she is. Maybe she’ll turn on a partner while she does it, too!”
Teo shakes his head, looking at the camera with another smile.
“Would I trust Adelaide Ainsworth? A woman so flighty, so inconsistent, that whether or not she’s actually invested in anything is as unpredictable as the goddamned weather? Would I trust even for a second that Addy Ainsworth to stop looking at herself in the mirror long enough to think about the match? A fan could whistle at Addy in the front row and she’d turn around to smile at them while her partner was being powerbombed through a flaming table! That’s the level of discipline we’re dealing with here! These are the three that want to be Trios Champions?”
Teo pauses suddenly, counting on his fingers as he looks up, as though he’s forgotten something, then suddenly his eyebrows raise.
“Oh right, and there is a third piece of this broken jigsaw puzzle, isn’t there? Second generation Alexandra Calaway. You know, the one who just one month ago said that she had zero respect for Addy and that she was devaluing the TV title by her very existence!
You know, I’m not used to agreeing with my opponents.
But Alexandra, you’re about to learn a hard lesson in this company, something that you haven’t had to worry about yet. As talented as you think you are, talent isn’t enough sometimes. You’re a fighter, you tear down others, you don’t work with them. Lissie and Addie? They’ll smile and tell you you’re great- because they’re using you. They want you to be an asset, not a threat.
And if you trust them for even a second? Well, I hope I can chalk that up to naivete, cause otherwise, your days are numbered in this business.”
Teo looks at the camera, then at the gold on his shoulder, before smiling one final time at the camera.
“Blaze, Kemp, Jackson- we’re punching our ticket to the finals this Sunday. This dysfunctional mish-mash of washed up backstabbers and young talent can go back to killing each other while we hold up those trophies next week.
You can trust me on that one.”
The face of the Cruiserweight champion is etched with a wide grin from ear to ear as he stands, the bright, polished gold of the title on his shoulder.
“You know, I was actually privileged enough to be in the very first Trios Championship tournament, as a captain no less. And given that my best friend Andre Jenson was already committed, I was forced to choose who I would pick to be at my side from anybody on the roster. And what name do you think was my first choice to be by my side since Andre couldn’t?
That’s right, the very same man that stands beside me this week. Funny how things repeat, isn’t it?
But I’m not here for a walk down memory lane, I’m here to do what I have made a career out of doing, and that’s kick ass and defy odds! And baby, I ain’t ever cared about the odds!
And who better to stand across the ring than the Swallo- oh wait, really? Are they a thing again, or are they broken up? You know, it’s honestly kinda hard to keep track these days, what with the constant betrayals, backstabbing, and draaaamaaaa”
Teo rolls his eyes in an exaggerated fashion behind his red lenses.
“Look, Lissie, I’m not going to tell you how to live your life because, frankly, you’ve never been one to listen to good advice, but this frienemy bullcrap with Adelaide is so toxic that you two can’t go near any water sources without an EPA fine.
I mean you two have buried the hatchet so many times that you’ve ruined the garden- and you just keep digging it up!
And why? Why do you keep crawling back to each other over, and over, knowing that the moment either of you slips up even for a second, the other will stab you in the back?
News Flash: People don’t forget, girls. You can’t just stick a fresh coat of paint on a house with a fundamentally broken foundation and expect anyone to buy it. The dysfunction, the lying, the resentment, it’s all still there right under the surface.
And Trios has a way of bringing out all that baggage, you know. Happens every year.
As one half of the most decorated tag team in this company’s history, let me give you a little bit of advice. The most important thing for success in a tag team match..?
Trust.
That’s it, it’s not a magical formula, not a twist. You’ve gotta be able to look that person in the eye and know that they won’t stab you in the back.
I’ve known Kyle Kemp long enough to know that when that bell rings, there’s not a man in the world you can trust more. For all of his mistakes, I know that he has a desire to win stronger than anyone on that roster. I trust that.
Would I trust Lissie Hope?”
Teo almost bursts out laughing as the words leave his mouth.
“Would I trust the most selfish, unstable, heartless, egotistic, narcissistic, pessimistic piece of trash on this roster for even a second? Come on, we’ve done this dance before.
There was a time I looked at Lissie and I genuinely felt like there was a sad little girl in there who just wanted to be loved. But you only get to cash in that sympathy before you hit your credit limit, and I realize now that little girl is long gone, replaced by a bitter shell of self-serving desperation, bouncing from division to division, picking up what titles she can, reinventing herself over and over to grab just a little more of that spotlight only to fall flat on her face when she gets figured out for the fraud she is. Maybe she’ll turn on a partner while she does it, too!”
Teo shakes his head, looking at the camera with another smile.
“Would I trust Adelaide Ainsworth? A woman so flighty, so inconsistent, that whether or not she’s actually invested in anything is as unpredictable as the goddamned weather? Would I trust even for a second that Addy Ainsworth to stop looking at herself in the mirror long enough to think about the match? A fan could whistle at Addy in the front row and she’d turn around to smile at them while her partner was being powerbombed through a flaming table! That’s the level of discipline we’re dealing with here! These are the three that want to be Trios Champions?”
Teo pauses suddenly, counting on his fingers as he looks up, as though he’s forgotten something, then suddenly his eyebrows raise.
“Oh right, and there is a third piece of this broken jigsaw puzzle, isn’t there? Second generation Alexandra Calaway. You know, the one who just one month ago said that she had zero respect for Addy and that she was devaluing the TV title by her very existence!
You know, I’m not used to agreeing with my opponents.
But Alexandra, you’re about to learn a hard lesson in this company, something that you haven’t had to worry about yet. As talented as you think you are, talent isn’t enough sometimes. You’re a fighter, you tear down others, you don’t work with them. Lissie and Addie? They’ll smile and tell you you’re great- because they’re using you. They want you to be an asset, not a threat.
And if you trust them for even a second? Well, I hope I can chalk that up to naivete, cause otherwise, your days are numbered in this business.”
Teo looks at the camera, then at the gold on his shoulder, before smiling one final time at the camera.
“Blaze, Kemp, Jackson- we’re punching our ticket to the finals this Sunday. This dysfunctional mish-mash of washed up backstabbers and young talent can go back to killing each other while we hold up those trophies next week.
You can trust me on that one.”
