Post by Teo Blaze on Nov 29, 2015 5:13:48 GMT -5
Sunshine, Sunshine, won’t you stay?
Seems the clouds have gone away.
If for a week, if for a day-
Won’t you take the dark away?
Prologue: Risky Business
“Teo, are you sure about this? Someone is bound to notice it’s missing…”
“I’ve told you Spencer, it’ll all be worth it.”
Spencer sighed, putting his fingers against the bridge of his nose. He had to admit, the luchador had a certain admirable air of determination when he set his mind to something, although at the moment he wished that Teo had an ounce of foresight.
“Alright, now plug that in there, shh! Vic, where’s that flashlight?”
“Vic is back at the door watching for guards, Teo! You know if we had just called ahead, I’m sure that-“
ZAP!
A resounding surge of electricity cuts Spencer off mid-sentence as the switchboard hums to life. As the familiar sound of electronics powering up fills the small, empty room Teo turns to his partner-in-crime with a grin like a boomerang.
“See? What did I tell ya? Everything’s fine! Now come on, before anyone notices-“
The luchador feverishly begins pressing buttons on the control panel, his fingers flying along it as though he were an expert technician- although the monitors themselves betray the fairly random nature with which he is operating. The cameras distort and pixelate at random intervals with every switch flipped, and garbled static pours out with every other button.
“Uh, Teo, you sure you know what you’re doing?”
Teo freezes in place and slowly turns his head towards spencer, his grin now turned into a full blown mad-scientist smile.
“Spencer my friend, I have no idea! But hey, the switches were off before, right? Now they’re on! Switches are-”
HISSSSSSSS!
“Switches are like that you see, binary. They’ve got only two modes, on and off.”
“I wish you had an off switch”
“A-ha! This must be-“
MMMMMMmmmmmmmm…..
“Nope.”
…mmmmmmmMMMMM
“Right. Besides, as far as WCF is concerned, this production truck is owned by the one and only-“
“The Dastardly-”
“The nefarious-”
“The malicious-”
“The heinous”
“The cowardly-”
“The Poorly-dressed”
“The….wait, what?”
“Beach Krew! My friend, if we break anything in this rather fragile production truck, who do you think is going to have to pay to fix it?”
“Seth’s accountants?”
“Ha! Good luck contacting them without some kind of mafia ties! No no, Mr. Adams”
“Mr. Adams? Why so formal?”
“I guess I’m in a good mood. While it is not my goal to cause any undue damage to this precious WCF truck, in the event that something does go-“
CRACKLE!
POP!
NOISE!
“-Does go horribly wrong, then our dear World Champion Wade Moor will be the one who has to fix it. If he wants a show, anyway.”
“I thought Rabid was in charge of Beach Krew.”
“Psssht, don’t be fooled. Just because Thuggin managed to pull a Rabid out of his hat-“
“Ugggghh…”
“Does not mean that he has control over Wade! Heck, I don’t think that anyone could control Wade. Something about him, it’s not right Spencer.”
“….You’re just now figuring this out?”
“Oh come now, Spencer, I don’t mean just on a superficial level. Sure he walks funny, and he dresses like somebody’s uncle that wasn’t supposed to be invited to the wedding but he showed up anyway-“
“That’s oddly specific”
“But it goes beyond that, man! If there’s one thing that I learned from fighting Tiburones, it is that Beach Krew’s strength comes from their ability to make you believe that they are nothing more than a bunch of strangely ocean-obsessed weirdos.”
“Personally I say we throw ‘em back”
“But oh no, you can not, under any circumstances, allow yourself to be fooled. Wade is the World Champion for a reason”
“Because Seth needs to take it easy on the Jack Daniels?”
“Oddly specific, but no, it is because he is an opportunist! The very moment that he had a chance to claim that World Title for himself, he grabbed it! This is a man who is responsible for ending careers, ending lives! And he takes every chance he can to misdirect, to draw attention away from the suffering, the carnage, the mayhem that he and his followers have wrought!”
“Wrought? What are you, Shakespeare now?”
“Well forgive me for trying to add a bit of class to my diction”
Spencer snickers under his breath.
“…To my language.”
Spencer friendily punches Teo in the arm and places a hand over his shoulder.
“Just givin’ ya a hard time man, you know that.”
With an appreciative shrug, Spencer turns towards the open door of the production truck, where Vic leans against the doorway, his arms crossed, a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. This had to be one of the crazier things that they had done, but Teo had seemed determined, stronger-willed than usual. Ever since winning the People’s Title he had become… somewhat more energetic, more vigorous. Honestly it had started to become a problem during training, Teo had almost injured his sparring partner this morning when he got a bit too into the training exercise. Ever since the match with Wade was announced, Teo had thrown himself into his training like he hadn’t seen in a while. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear that losing his mask had brought out a brand new Teo del Sol…he might even call it a better one…
But Spencer’s thoughts are interrupted as the display finally hums to life. With a face filled with childlike glee, Teo turns towards Spencer and gives an energetic thumbs up. Spencer returns the gesture, and motions Vic inside the vehicle.
ATTENTION LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO ADJUST YOUR SETS
THE FOLLOWING IS AN UNAUTHORIZED BROADCAST
BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE PEOPLE
FOR THE PEOPLE
AGAINST THE KREW
AND NOW
TEO TV PRESENTS:
WADING INTO THE DEEP END
The screen slowly comes into focus, occasional static obscuring the picture. As the image becomes clearer, the inside of the production truck, lit by the monitors and blinking lights comes into view. Standing in the corner, with the People’s championship proudly around his waist, is Teo del Sol. He slowly approaches the camera, a wide grin on his face, and leans in close. Every countour of his maskless face visible, every scar, every bruise, every injury from every match exposed for the world to see. Yet he does not shy away, does not hesitate, he only continues to look directly into the camera, a wide grin on his face.“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. I hope I am not disturbing anything important.
But my friends, there are some things that need to be said, and by god I am going to be the one who says them.
We cannot go on like this. We cannot let ourselves continue to struggle, to toil, to throw ourselves over and over again at our enemies and leave them each time with the final word!
Ladies and Gentlemen, there are no words, no descriptions, no adjectives proper to describe the evil that has fallen over our lives, that has taken the very heart, the very soul of a once great company and reduced it to nothing more than a plaything, a toy to be passed in-between a bunch of arrogant children.
Well no more.
Beach Krew, Wade, I know you’re watching. I know that at this very moment you are reading over this broadcast and you are thinking of just what kind of punishment is appropriate for the subterfuge that I have permitted.
Should I be dropped in a shark tank and torn to shreds? Should I be hung from the rafters as a warning to other offenders? Should I be forced to listen to your entrance themes on an endless loop? Because let me tell you, if it’s that third one, go ahead and kill me now.
See here, Wade, you in particular are someone of great interest to me. Your associates have been far more…eager in their interactions with me, with their attempts to bring me down, and yet when it was announced that this week on Slam that Teo del Sol would get the chance to stand at the top of the mountain with the so-called best in the world… Silence.
I know you’ve got it in you Wade, I know that you use twitter like some people use steel chairs, you tear and rip and rend and destroy people from the inside out, every word a dagger, every single tweet the bullet of a machine gun, you drown them in hate-filled tirades and meaningless bile until they can’t wait to stand up and tear your heart out… And you do it all from behind a computer screen.
See Wade, that’s the thing about you, out of all the dogs in the yard, I don’t think there’s a single challenger when it comes to who has the biggest bark. I am of course referring to…Zombie McMorris.
Oh, you thought that we all forgot about that, didn’t you Wade? That the fashion in which you stole the world title erases all the losses that you stacked up before it.
Every accomplishment you’ve ever had has a great big asterisk next to it Wade. You placed second in WAR after you and the rest of the Beach Krew double teamed every other participant. We’re near my hometown of Houston this week. Near enough…If I bring in JJ Watt to help me, do I get to say that I beat the world champion after he sacks you out of your boots?
Or maybe I should Bring up Hellimination, the biggest tournament of the year, the match where you managed to beat the People’s Choice and claimed ownership of the WCF…well, Tiburones did. You got yourself disqualified and almost cost your team the match.
See, unlike some people I could mention, I don’t make excuses. A fact’s a fact, we lost that night and there’s nothing that me or Spencer or Vic will ever be able to do to undo that result. But you know what? Every day is a new day, Wade.
Every day is a chance to start fresh, to do better than before, to make something new, to shock the world! Never say Never.
People said that there was no way that anyone would be able to stop Pantheon and take those Trios titles, yet here they are around our waists. They said that there was no way that Beach Krew wouldn’t claim the tag team championships, but Spencer and Vic put you down for the 3-count. They said that there was no way that Kyle Kemp would walk out of XIII without the People’s title in tow! Do I even need to say it!?”
Teo’s face darkens and he turns slowly toward the camera, the grin gone and a look of fierce determination on his face.
“….They said that we would never see Teo del Sol in a WCF ring without his mask…that the second that it was taken from him that he would run back to Mexico. Congratulations Wade, you’ve managed to do the impossible…You’ve managed to make me angry.
You and that depraved clique of yours have managed to take me, Teo del Sol, Mr. Sunshine, and you have managed to bring out the kind of focus that carried me to the Television Title, the Trios Titles, and the People’s Title! You Want to see what I’m like when I don’t have that mask, you want to try and quench the fire in my heart!?
You may think that you have the upper hand, you may think that because you are the world champion that I am going to let you roll right over me, but I promise you Wade, I swear to you by whatever you consider holy that this Sunday on Slam, I am going to bring every single bit of fire that I have!
I am going to come at you with the rage of each and every one of the people who have had to sit by and watch while you perverted everything that this company stands for!
I am the People’s champion, the People’s Avatar, and I stand for everything that they have ever believed in, and this Sunday, you are going to realize once and for all just what happens when you push us too far!
No flips, no pinache, no showmanship! I am not just going to beat you Wade, I am going to HURT you! I am going to make you wish that you had never stepped into a wrestling ring, had never stolen that world title that you hang so proudly over your shoulder, had never had the cojones to think that Teo del Sol would let you get away with what you have done to the WCF!
This Sunday is Armageddon, baby! Judgement day! If you even want to have a hope, a prayer of walking out of that building when our match is over, then you had better bring a bodybag, because I am not leaving until each and every fan watching at home, each and every person around the world is chanting for your blood, calling for your demise, your destruction!
As of this moment I am declaring War! Open Season! No quarter! At XIII, Los Tiburones saw what happens when you try and keep the WCF down, and this Sunday, I am going to show the World Champion just what it means to hold that belt!
Win, Lose, Draw, I don’t care! Teo Del Sol and Wade Moor are going to show everyone in the world why you can never silence the voice of the people! Beach Krew’s days are numbered, and the countdown begins this Sunday!”
Teo breathes heavily as his voice falls off, the emotion of the shoot catching up with him. After a few moments of silence, he runs his hands through his hair and speaks directly into the camera one final time.
“Wade, there are a few moments in everyone’s life that they wish that they could take back. Starting tomorrow, you’re going to have a few more.”
Teo turns away from the camera as it slowly fades to black.
Sunshine, Sunshine, gone again.
Had it once, but lost it then.
Sunshine’s helpful now and then
But Darkness makes for stronger men.
Epilogue:
The scene slowly fades into an unknown living room, the view obscured slightly. The night air can be felt through the window, a crescent moon visible through the thin blinds. The sound of a Television plays the promo, slightly static-ridden but still audible as a voice cuts through the darkness.
: ….There’s just no way……..Dear, come look at the Television…Now! The scene pans slowly downward, before coming to rest on a framed photograph, placed on a shelf. In it is a picture of the young Teddy Blaze on his first day of wrestling school, the embarrassed young man in the picture with a burly man’s hand on his shoulder, his face barely out of frame. Beneath the framed photo lies an inscription.
..
Theodore Blaski- Gone but not forgotten.
