Post by Teo Blaze on Nov 24, 2019 23:17:27 GMT -5
“And now it comes time for me to speak to Mr. Black directly- for he has offered his take on this matchup.
But rather than taking his words at face value, I think it now becomes necessary to read between the lines. And what I said to Johnny about giving a man enough rope? Corey has demonstrated the truth of the statement.”
His face split by a look of sheer delight, the first words of Corey’s promo play upon a screen behind him as Teo considers the words.
“Corey, in his very first sentence, the first word out of his mouth, condemns me. He tells me that I have squandered my chances while he has only lost a tournament, a fatal four way, and a ladder match.
Meanwhile, my chances and opportunities have been...well would you look at that? A tournament, a fatal four way, and a ladder match!
You know, the word hypocrite is thrown around quite a lot these days....but it is so so rare to see it so blatantly illustrated.
Do you see yet what I mean Corey? Do you see how this bravado, this reputation that you try so hard to brandish as a weapon has only served to hold you back? The missing eye...doesn’t matter. Your ego has blinded you worse than any injury ever could.”
Teo’s nostrils flare and his eyes close as he inhales deeply, the corners of his mouth perking up as he takes in a deep gust of air.
“I can smell it on you Corey, the desperation. The panic. Jumping to point out that you have defended your hardcore championship at Wrestleseason. Trying to paint yourself as the greatest to ever hold the belt.
Then just as quickly saying you don’t need to rely on the past. What’s the old saying? Throw all the shit at the wall and see what sticks?
And then, his secret weapon, my kryptonite, my greatest weakness! He tells me that he liked Teo del Sol better!”
Teo throws up his hands in an exaggerated way, a look of pure mock shock decorating his face behind the bright frames. He twists his face into a visage of pure misery, his lip quivering as he traces a finger down his cheek, simulating a single tear. But the look quickly gives way to a wicked and viciously mocking stare.
“Oh Corey, corey, corey... is that really the best you have? That old, tired chestnut? People have been using that against me since 2016...and here I thought you were supposed to be something special.”
A shrug of resigned disappointment.
“Yet once again you are just proving to be part of that same cancer that has infected this business for years. You refuse to admit your own failings, you hide within a delusion of grandeur, and you think yourself better than anyone else based solely on the fact that you once were great.
You really are a man made god, Corey. Petty, insecure...and doomed.
All gods fall in time, Corey Black.
For gods only last so long as they have believers. The myth survives so long as there is someone to tell it. And you are the only one left to tell the myth of Corey Black, to tell the tales of domination, to spin the narrative.
Let me tell you a secret Corey, because you of all people are in a perfect position to understand this-
Do you think it was Teo del Sol who drove a leather strap against David Sanchez’s bare back? Do you think it was the mask that threw me through Kyle Kemp’s limousine? Do you think it was the heroic man of the people that has thrown men off of scaffolds, through flaming tables, and kamikaze’d Sing’s limo into a steel fucking post?
No, Corey...you know the truth about me...you know that whether my face is exposed or hidden, that inside I’ve always been a little bit twisted...that people who step into the ring with me...they change. The reason you try to glorify the name del Sol? You know it held me back.
You know that when I set my sights on someone, I don’t stop. You know that my body, my heart, my fire! Consumes everything I touch!
That is why you handpicked me to go against Dune. You knew that I was the only man who could walk into that crater and walk out on the other side in one piece. The only man who could stand against a sandstorm.
But I did more than you expected, didn’t I? I wasn’t the only one who could barely walk out of that crater...On that night, I made the Sandman look human.
When you put me against Dune, you made me tap into something that had long lain dormant, a spark was struck that roared into a wildfire, that culminated when I became the Last World Champion standing in WCF History!
Unlike you, Corey, I have never claimed to be a god. I took my name as king from the blood of Gemini Battle.
When I speak, people listen.
You’ve proven that already.
And no matter how desperately you try to rely on your past victories, no matter how many times you say that your reputation is untouchable...none of it matters.
Because I no longer believe in the man-made-god.
And I will be the one who sees a God made man.”
Teo looks back at the rope in his hand, originally meant for Johnny Stylez...but it too has changed color, unnoticed. It is now the same dark purple as the sand in the hourglass. His eyes glance over his shoulder...where the sand has all but vanished into the bottom chamber.
“Johnny Stylez may let you save face, Corey. But that is all he can do. Your legacy cannot protect you any more.
The time of Gods is over...and a new era calls for a new king."
A final glint in the demon's eyes gold and red, a crooked smile.
And then, darkness.
But rather than taking his words at face value, I think it now becomes necessary to read between the lines. And what I said to Johnny about giving a man enough rope? Corey has demonstrated the truth of the statement.”
His face split by a look of sheer delight, the first words of Corey’s promo play upon a screen behind him as Teo considers the words.
“Corey, in his very first sentence, the first word out of his mouth, condemns me. He tells me that I have squandered my chances while he has only lost a tournament, a fatal four way, and a ladder match.
Meanwhile, my chances and opportunities have been...well would you look at that? A tournament, a fatal four way, and a ladder match!
You know, the word hypocrite is thrown around quite a lot these days....but it is so so rare to see it so blatantly illustrated.
Do you see yet what I mean Corey? Do you see how this bravado, this reputation that you try so hard to brandish as a weapon has only served to hold you back? The missing eye...doesn’t matter. Your ego has blinded you worse than any injury ever could.”
Teo’s nostrils flare and his eyes close as he inhales deeply, the corners of his mouth perking up as he takes in a deep gust of air.
“I can smell it on you Corey, the desperation. The panic. Jumping to point out that you have defended your hardcore championship at Wrestleseason. Trying to paint yourself as the greatest to ever hold the belt.
Then just as quickly saying you don’t need to rely on the past. What’s the old saying? Throw all the shit at the wall and see what sticks?
And then, his secret weapon, my kryptonite, my greatest weakness! He tells me that he liked Teo del Sol better!”
Teo throws up his hands in an exaggerated way, a look of pure mock shock decorating his face behind the bright frames. He twists his face into a visage of pure misery, his lip quivering as he traces a finger down his cheek, simulating a single tear. But the look quickly gives way to a wicked and viciously mocking stare.
“Oh Corey, corey, corey... is that really the best you have? That old, tired chestnut? People have been using that against me since 2016...and here I thought you were supposed to be something special.”
A shrug of resigned disappointment.
“Yet once again you are just proving to be part of that same cancer that has infected this business for years. You refuse to admit your own failings, you hide within a delusion of grandeur, and you think yourself better than anyone else based solely on the fact that you once were great.
You really are a man made god, Corey. Petty, insecure...and doomed.
All gods fall in time, Corey Black.
For gods only last so long as they have believers. The myth survives so long as there is someone to tell it. And you are the only one left to tell the myth of Corey Black, to tell the tales of domination, to spin the narrative.
Let me tell you a secret Corey, because you of all people are in a perfect position to understand this-
Do you think it was Teo del Sol who drove a leather strap against David Sanchez’s bare back? Do you think it was the mask that threw me through Kyle Kemp’s limousine? Do you think it was the heroic man of the people that has thrown men off of scaffolds, through flaming tables, and kamikaze’d Sing’s limo into a steel fucking post?
No, Corey...you know the truth about me...you know that whether my face is exposed or hidden, that inside I’ve always been a little bit twisted...that people who step into the ring with me...they change. The reason you try to glorify the name del Sol? You know it held me back.
You know that when I set my sights on someone, I don’t stop. You know that my body, my heart, my fire! Consumes everything I touch!
That is why you handpicked me to go against Dune. You knew that I was the only man who could walk into that crater and walk out on the other side in one piece. The only man who could stand against a sandstorm.
But I did more than you expected, didn’t I? I wasn’t the only one who could barely walk out of that crater...On that night, I made the Sandman look human.
When you put me against Dune, you made me tap into something that had long lain dormant, a spark was struck that roared into a wildfire, that culminated when I became the Last World Champion standing in WCF History!
Unlike you, Corey, I have never claimed to be a god. I took my name as king from the blood of Gemini Battle.
When I speak, people listen.
You’ve proven that already.
And no matter how desperately you try to rely on your past victories, no matter how many times you say that your reputation is untouchable...none of it matters.
Because I no longer believe in the man-made-god.
And I will be the one who sees a God made man.”
Teo looks back at the rope in his hand, originally meant for Johnny Stylez...but it too has changed color, unnoticed. It is now the same dark purple as the sand in the hourglass. His eyes glance over his shoulder...where the sand has all but vanished into the bottom chamber.
“Johnny Stylez may let you save face, Corey. But that is all he can do. Your legacy cannot protect you any more.
The time of Gods is over...and a new era calls for a new king."
A final glint in the demon's eyes gold and red, a crooked smile.
And then, darkness.