Post by Teo Blaze on Dec 10, 2023 13:53:24 GMT -5
“You know, some folks have told me I have a problem letting things go.”
The words come from Teo as he walks down a busy city street, hands in his pockets. He can’t help but reflect on his recent weeks’ struggles- two high profile losses in a row would make anyone’s stomach turn. But at the same time, he can’t help but reflect on his good fortune in being able to set at least one thing right.
“Let me be straight- Teaming with Gerard Angelo is not exactly my favorite way to spend my time. In fact, even being in the same room with him is a bit of a struggle if I’m being honest-”
Teo exhales, collecting himself, stopping himself from continuing whatever that thought had been.
“But then again, life is a series of tradeoffs, isn’t it? On the one hand I have to put up with that self-aggrandizing bastard for a match, no doubt all too happy to rub his narrow escape in my face, but on the other hand, I get the chance to get my hands on two individuals who, quite frankly, I would say I still have quite a bit of unfinished business with.
And seeing as Dake Ken Jr. still doesn’t have the balls to face me without backup, I’d say that this is the next best thing. That cheap-shotting product of nepotism with all of the charm of a heart attack and the brains of a doorknob does not get to walk away until I’ve delivered a Blazing Knee to the dome that knocks whatever single rattling brain cell he has rattling around in there completely out of commission! Until I get the chance to see him look down at the mat, feeling the impact of every single shot that I’ve laid into his sorry carcass, and to have that moment of realization that he has nobody to blame for the pain but himself!”
Teo pauses, noticing that the various pedestrians have taken notice of him raising his voice. He looks around with a shrug before adjusting his sunglasses and continuing.
“Look, I try not to be a vindictive guy, really I do. You’ve gotta do something really egregious to get me to hold a grudge against you. Anger is not a limitless resource after all, and you can only be so mad at a guy after you’ve punched teeth out of his head.
But damn if being deprived that satisfaction doesn’t just cause that resentment, that bitterness, that rage to grow inside! I’m here on the Clash roster because what I started in Turmoil doesn’t end until I say so! And step one is to put that babbling moron who doesn’t even have the common sense to know not to screw with Teo Blaze on the injured reserve list! To teach a lesson in humility that comes with a free bonus anatomy lesson, since he’ll get to experience firsthand what our lovely medical team has to do to remove a boot from his ass!”
Another deep breath as Teo tries to steady himself, although it is clear that his mind is elsewhere as he stops at a crosswalk.
“And then you have Downfall. Our New World Champion, a goal he has been chasing with an obsessive, vicious ferocity- and admittedly now stands atop the mountain he has been wanting to climb for so long.
I won’t pretend that it’s not an accomplishment to be proud of, and he earned it…depending on if you believe everything you see on Television.
But congratulations aside, let’s face facts- Downfall now finds himself in a precarious position, attacked on all sides by a group of vicious, ambitious individuals who all want to claim that scalp and that big gold belt that he fought so hard for.
You’ve got Gerard Angelo holding that briefcase over his head, you’ve got Tatiana Jolee challenging the legitimacy of the reign, you’ve got Shadowlove making his glorious return and stealing away any fanfare that the big title win might have gotten, and then you’ve got little old wildcard Teo who maybe just isn’t quite ready to accept the way things played out the first time.
Seems like a stressful situation to be in, wouldn’t you say? And yet here we are.
You know, I can’t help but wonder if any man is capable of handling all of those at once. After all, he doesn’t have eyes in the back of his head.
And Downfall is a fool if he thinks that he’s won the war just by the virtue of a few victories. A hot streak is a hot streak, but it can’t last forever, and all he’s done is sharpen our fangs, fill each and every one of the people he’s squeaked by with a vicious contempt for him and everything that he stands for.
It’s a faustian bargain, and one that he will no doubt tell you that he’s planned for like some kind of sherlock holmes. I mean come on, have you ever met someone who is more in love with themselves than this guy? Every time that he opens his mouth it’s a long diatribe about how goddamned cool he is, how he’s this unstoppable inevitable force that cannot be overcome. It was tiring a month ago, and it’s only going to grow.
And then he has the fuckin’ balls to be offended whenever someone calls him on an ego so big that you could put it outside of a car dealership to attract customers? I mean I have tried, I really have, to find some kind of respect for this guy in the bottom of my heart, but every time I peel away another layer of that all-encompassing ego, I just find a more concentrated version of that same autofellatio beneath. I don’t know if the word narcissism is even appropriate, this is a man so obsessed with himself that I think he genuinely is unaware that anyone else exists except to serve him!
And yet there he stands, with the world championship around his shoulder, no doubt most excited by the fact that he can see his own reflection in the polished gold of a title that he sees only as a monument to his own greatness, as something that he can use to prop himself up even higher rather than giving an actual fuck whether or not it actually means anything other than another feather in his cap, a way to say that he’s better than everyone else.
That is never what that belt was meant to stand for. It was never meant to be a monument to one person, a demonstration of one wrestler’s supremacy. It stands for the collective belief this company, in this sport, it stands for the shared understanding that no one man or woman is greater than the people who pay for tickets, buy shirts, and keep the lifeblood of this industry pumping!
Downfall can lie to himself all he wants, can try to paint himself as some deserving, divine recipient of his earned reward, but the simple fact is that he is nothing more than just another egomaniac who twists the world championship to his own designs, end of story.”
Teo’s words are twisting in the wind as he walks down the street, frustration intermingling with the words as he continues.
“And then there’s Shadowlove- returning to Action Wrestling like the Phantom of the Opera to swear non-specific revenge on nobody in particular. A man whose motives are as obscure and indiscernible as whatever European cologne he insists on dousing himself with this week.
What can you say about someone who has tried so hard to make his motives so obscure? Who has twisted himself into a mystery of a human being?
And if I may be honest for a moment? I’ve never been good at guessing games- never seen the appeal. Every time I play one I end up flipping a table and ruining game night because I find that the answer is most quickly achieved that way.
A man who hides his motives stands for nothing, the word Shadow is quite appropriate actually, an empty shape holding no true significance or value- simply a shape, a follower, someone who exists in the background without adding any real meaning to the lives of those who encounter him.”
Teo looks across the crosswalk, at the red palm indicating ‘do not cross’ but smirks, walking purposefully into the street without hesitation.
“A real dream team we’ve cooked up here, eh? You’ve got a world Champion egomaniac who barely has had time to enjoy the victory before the sharks all started sniffing for his blood, a man who has built himself a legacy around his own obsession with himself, and somehow parlayed that into a world championship victory,
Then you’ve got a frothing at the mouth lunatic who keeps on trying to punch above his weight class and gets knocked on his ass time and time again by each and every person that he targets, a man who has personally drawn the ire of every single person in the match without even the slightest hint of how to follow up his boneheaded, backhanded tactics beyond trying to lean on what he believes is god-given talent inherited from his delusional papa,
And a man of mystery who is so caught up in trying to play mindgames that he has forgotten to actually develop a personality beyond the mystery box that he seems to think passes for a persona.”
A speeding car barely misses Teo, its horn blaring as it swerves around him, yet he seems to barely notice as he steps back onto the curb.
“Let me be perfectly clear- my Turmoil run took me to a point that I have to resolve, and frankly there is no way that I can return to Cruiserclash until I do. But this week? This is not about that. Not entirely. This is about taking out my frustration on anyone who I happen to get my hands on. Anyone who tries to stop me from doing so? I’m going to enjoy beating the brakes off of.
This is about sending a message to every person who doubted me, every opponent who thought they could trample on Teo Blaze and walk away unscathed. This is about reclaiming something that was taken from me, about proving that no matter how tough the road gets, I will keep pushing forward, knocking down obstacles, and rising from the ashes!
Gerard Angelo, Dake Ken Jr., and the enigmatic Shadowlove - they are merely stepping stones on my path to redemption. I may despise teaming with Angelo, but I'll endure it if it means getting my hands on those who have it coming! Dake Ken Jr. will learn the consequences of crossing paths with me, and Shadowlove will unravel before my relentless pursuit!
Downfall, the so-called World Champion, is not the invincible force he believes himself to be. His reign is a facade, a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things. I will expose him for what he truly is - an arrogant narcissist who tarnishes the legacy of the prestigious title he holds.
So, as the city pulses with life around me, I march forward, focused on the battles that lie ahead. The noise of the urban landscape fades into the background as my thoughts become a silent determination. When I step back into that ring, it will be a reckoning – a cathartic release of pent-up energy and an affirmation that Teo Blaze is back, stronger than ever, and ready to conquer whatever challenges await!”
And with that, Teo turns, walking further into the city, ready to take out his frustrations on whatever opponent stands in his way this week.
The words come from Teo as he walks down a busy city street, hands in his pockets. He can’t help but reflect on his recent weeks’ struggles- two high profile losses in a row would make anyone’s stomach turn. But at the same time, he can’t help but reflect on his good fortune in being able to set at least one thing right.
“Let me be straight- Teaming with Gerard Angelo is not exactly my favorite way to spend my time. In fact, even being in the same room with him is a bit of a struggle if I’m being honest-”
Teo exhales, collecting himself, stopping himself from continuing whatever that thought had been.
“But then again, life is a series of tradeoffs, isn’t it? On the one hand I have to put up with that self-aggrandizing bastard for a match, no doubt all too happy to rub his narrow escape in my face, but on the other hand, I get the chance to get my hands on two individuals who, quite frankly, I would say I still have quite a bit of unfinished business with.
And seeing as Dake Ken Jr. still doesn’t have the balls to face me without backup, I’d say that this is the next best thing. That cheap-shotting product of nepotism with all of the charm of a heart attack and the brains of a doorknob does not get to walk away until I’ve delivered a Blazing Knee to the dome that knocks whatever single rattling brain cell he has rattling around in there completely out of commission! Until I get the chance to see him look down at the mat, feeling the impact of every single shot that I’ve laid into his sorry carcass, and to have that moment of realization that he has nobody to blame for the pain but himself!”
Teo pauses, noticing that the various pedestrians have taken notice of him raising his voice. He looks around with a shrug before adjusting his sunglasses and continuing.
“Look, I try not to be a vindictive guy, really I do. You’ve gotta do something really egregious to get me to hold a grudge against you. Anger is not a limitless resource after all, and you can only be so mad at a guy after you’ve punched teeth out of his head.
But damn if being deprived that satisfaction doesn’t just cause that resentment, that bitterness, that rage to grow inside! I’m here on the Clash roster because what I started in Turmoil doesn’t end until I say so! And step one is to put that babbling moron who doesn’t even have the common sense to know not to screw with Teo Blaze on the injured reserve list! To teach a lesson in humility that comes with a free bonus anatomy lesson, since he’ll get to experience firsthand what our lovely medical team has to do to remove a boot from his ass!”
Another deep breath as Teo tries to steady himself, although it is clear that his mind is elsewhere as he stops at a crosswalk.
“And then you have Downfall. Our New World Champion, a goal he has been chasing with an obsessive, vicious ferocity- and admittedly now stands atop the mountain he has been wanting to climb for so long.
I won’t pretend that it’s not an accomplishment to be proud of, and he earned it…depending on if you believe everything you see on Television.
But congratulations aside, let’s face facts- Downfall now finds himself in a precarious position, attacked on all sides by a group of vicious, ambitious individuals who all want to claim that scalp and that big gold belt that he fought so hard for.
You’ve got Gerard Angelo holding that briefcase over his head, you’ve got Tatiana Jolee challenging the legitimacy of the reign, you’ve got Shadowlove making his glorious return and stealing away any fanfare that the big title win might have gotten, and then you’ve got little old wildcard Teo who maybe just isn’t quite ready to accept the way things played out the first time.
Seems like a stressful situation to be in, wouldn’t you say? And yet here we are.
You know, I can’t help but wonder if any man is capable of handling all of those at once. After all, he doesn’t have eyes in the back of his head.
And Downfall is a fool if he thinks that he’s won the war just by the virtue of a few victories. A hot streak is a hot streak, but it can’t last forever, and all he’s done is sharpen our fangs, fill each and every one of the people he’s squeaked by with a vicious contempt for him and everything that he stands for.
It’s a faustian bargain, and one that he will no doubt tell you that he’s planned for like some kind of sherlock holmes. I mean come on, have you ever met someone who is more in love with themselves than this guy? Every time that he opens his mouth it’s a long diatribe about how goddamned cool he is, how he’s this unstoppable inevitable force that cannot be overcome. It was tiring a month ago, and it’s only going to grow.
And then he has the fuckin’ balls to be offended whenever someone calls him on an ego so big that you could put it outside of a car dealership to attract customers? I mean I have tried, I really have, to find some kind of respect for this guy in the bottom of my heart, but every time I peel away another layer of that all-encompassing ego, I just find a more concentrated version of that same autofellatio beneath. I don’t know if the word narcissism is even appropriate, this is a man so obsessed with himself that I think he genuinely is unaware that anyone else exists except to serve him!
And yet there he stands, with the world championship around his shoulder, no doubt most excited by the fact that he can see his own reflection in the polished gold of a title that he sees only as a monument to his own greatness, as something that he can use to prop himself up even higher rather than giving an actual fuck whether or not it actually means anything other than another feather in his cap, a way to say that he’s better than everyone else.
That is never what that belt was meant to stand for. It was never meant to be a monument to one person, a demonstration of one wrestler’s supremacy. It stands for the collective belief this company, in this sport, it stands for the shared understanding that no one man or woman is greater than the people who pay for tickets, buy shirts, and keep the lifeblood of this industry pumping!
Downfall can lie to himself all he wants, can try to paint himself as some deserving, divine recipient of his earned reward, but the simple fact is that he is nothing more than just another egomaniac who twists the world championship to his own designs, end of story.”
Teo’s words are twisting in the wind as he walks down the street, frustration intermingling with the words as he continues.
“And then there’s Shadowlove- returning to Action Wrestling like the Phantom of the Opera to swear non-specific revenge on nobody in particular. A man whose motives are as obscure and indiscernible as whatever European cologne he insists on dousing himself with this week.
What can you say about someone who has tried so hard to make his motives so obscure? Who has twisted himself into a mystery of a human being?
And if I may be honest for a moment? I’ve never been good at guessing games- never seen the appeal. Every time I play one I end up flipping a table and ruining game night because I find that the answer is most quickly achieved that way.
A man who hides his motives stands for nothing, the word Shadow is quite appropriate actually, an empty shape holding no true significance or value- simply a shape, a follower, someone who exists in the background without adding any real meaning to the lives of those who encounter him.”
Teo looks across the crosswalk, at the red palm indicating ‘do not cross’ but smirks, walking purposefully into the street without hesitation.
“A real dream team we’ve cooked up here, eh? You’ve got a world Champion egomaniac who barely has had time to enjoy the victory before the sharks all started sniffing for his blood, a man who has built himself a legacy around his own obsession with himself, and somehow parlayed that into a world championship victory,
Then you’ve got a frothing at the mouth lunatic who keeps on trying to punch above his weight class and gets knocked on his ass time and time again by each and every person that he targets, a man who has personally drawn the ire of every single person in the match without even the slightest hint of how to follow up his boneheaded, backhanded tactics beyond trying to lean on what he believes is god-given talent inherited from his delusional papa,
And a man of mystery who is so caught up in trying to play mindgames that he has forgotten to actually develop a personality beyond the mystery box that he seems to think passes for a persona.”
A speeding car barely misses Teo, its horn blaring as it swerves around him, yet he seems to barely notice as he steps back onto the curb.
“Let me be perfectly clear- my Turmoil run took me to a point that I have to resolve, and frankly there is no way that I can return to Cruiserclash until I do. But this week? This is not about that. Not entirely. This is about taking out my frustration on anyone who I happen to get my hands on. Anyone who tries to stop me from doing so? I’m going to enjoy beating the brakes off of.
This is about sending a message to every person who doubted me, every opponent who thought they could trample on Teo Blaze and walk away unscathed. This is about reclaiming something that was taken from me, about proving that no matter how tough the road gets, I will keep pushing forward, knocking down obstacles, and rising from the ashes!
Gerard Angelo, Dake Ken Jr., and the enigmatic Shadowlove - they are merely stepping stones on my path to redemption. I may despise teaming with Angelo, but I'll endure it if it means getting my hands on those who have it coming! Dake Ken Jr. will learn the consequences of crossing paths with me, and Shadowlove will unravel before my relentless pursuit!
Downfall, the so-called World Champion, is not the invincible force he believes himself to be. His reign is a facade, a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things. I will expose him for what he truly is - an arrogant narcissist who tarnishes the legacy of the prestigious title he holds.
So, as the city pulses with life around me, I march forward, focused on the battles that lie ahead. The noise of the urban landscape fades into the background as my thoughts become a silent determination. When I step back into that ring, it will be a reckoning – a cathartic release of pent-up energy and an affirmation that Teo Blaze is back, stronger than ever, and ready to conquer whatever challenges await!”
And with that, Teo turns, walking further into the city, ready to take out his frustrations on whatever opponent stands in his way this week.