Post by Teo Blaze on May 1, 2016 13:52:06 GMT -5
I can't do it this week. I'm about to start yelling at my phone.
I won't give too many of the gory details, but I have a tremendous amount of work due for my graduate class, about 50 pages by Wednesday, and I haven't started any of it yet. What I have been doing is working pretty much every day since Wednesday.
I can't do that and put out work of any quality. I sat in front of my computer and forced myself to type out an RP, but frankly doing so was one of the most stressful experiences of my life.
Unrelated: this situation is also why I haven't been doing the supercards recently.
I know you guys have supported me and as a result I have always tried to deliver work that would ensure your confidence in me would pay off, but I just can't do it this week, and I can't force myself to finish it on my phone at work, I'll pop a blood vessel.
I am out of gas this week, and I can't live up to the hopes anyone might have had, and for that I apologize.
I accept any disappointment or anger you guys have, and will try to make it up next week, when I don't have massive deadlines hanging over me (fun fact, couldn't sleep last night. Just stared at the ceiling).
I am not going away, I am going to keep on running Teo. The semesters over soon and then I will be able to go full steam again.
If anyone wants to see, here's what I managed to get done.
I won't give too many of the gory details, but I have a tremendous amount of work due for my graduate class, about 50 pages by Wednesday, and I haven't started any of it yet. What I have been doing is working pretty much every day since Wednesday.
I can't do that and put out work of any quality. I sat in front of my computer and forced myself to type out an RP, but frankly doing so was one of the most stressful experiences of my life.
Unrelated: this situation is also why I haven't been doing the supercards recently.
I know you guys have supported me and as a result I have always tried to deliver work that would ensure your confidence in me would pay off, but I just can't do it this week, and I can't force myself to finish it on my phone at work, I'll pop a blood vessel.
I am out of gas this week, and I can't live up to the hopes anyone might have had, and for that I apologize.
I accept any disappointment or anger you guys have, and will try to make it up next week, when I don't have massive deadlines hanging over me (fun fact, couldn't sleep last night. Just stared at the ceiling).
I am not going away, I am going to keep on running Teo. The semesters over soon and then I will be able to go full steam again.
If anyone wants to see, here's what I managed to get done.
Monday, April 25, 2016
Disney World, Orlando Florida
12:30 pm.
The scene opens on a beautiful afternoon in the happiest place on earth! Bright, colorful buildings and titanic mechanical rides all surround a gaggle of mouse-ear wearing screaming children (and parents in rather dire need of alcohol). Costumed mascots carry on performing well-practiced routines and vendors of fried dough and frozen sugar hock their wares for an astonishingly overpriced bargain, fattening the little tikes and their wallets in one fell swoop. Happiest place on earth indeed.
And in the middle of it all stands a large stage, with assembled men, women, and children crowding around to see what guest of honor could possibly be on the magnificent plinth. And sure enough, there upon the platform stands the familiar visages of Goofy, Mickey, and a shining white mask. Teo del Sol looks out at the crowd of children with a pure smile of joy, as each of them pushes forward to see. As much as he hated to admit it, being somewhat of a celebrity did have its advantages. Never in his whole life did he ever think he would be able to share a stage with Goofy!
A prim and proper spokesman steps forward, a mouse ear pin on his lapel and tiny glasses covering a somewhat rat-like face under slicked back hair. He raises a microphone to his lips and speaks with a voice somewhere between crude oil and red wine…
Spokesman: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honor to welcome wrestler Teo del Sol to Disney World! Mr. Del Sol has been a pillar of family friendly entertainment these many years, reminding us that even in a…
The speaker’s nose turns upward condescendingly as he reaches a spot on the notecard he is reading from.
Spokesman: …medium as violent as professional wrestling, that one can still succeed through hard work and a strong moral core.
Teo smiles as he waves to the crowd, getting back a roar of approval as well as a few decidedly un-PG like looks from a few mothers… Teo shakes any thoughts from his head with another grin and turns towards the costumed mascots, who now approach him on either side.
Spokesman: Mr. Del Sol has happily agreed to be one of the instructors for Disney’s new line of instructional workout tapes, “Sweat along with Mickey”, available now for preorder only $19.99
The spokesman suddenly stops and adjusts something in his ear, appearing to nod his head.
Spokesman: $22.99. So Mr. del Sol, tell us, what kind of workouts are you going to be contributing to this wonderful undertaking?
Teo del Sol: Ha! Undertaking’s the other guy, friend!
The speaker looks at Teo with a cocked eyebrow and an unimpressed yet stoic look.
Teo del Sol: Because the Under…never mind, your mother will explain it to you.
Teo turns towards the audience and grabs a microphone from the stand in front of him.
Teo del Sol: Well you see sir, I don’t want people to associate professional wrestling with just two people trying to hurt one another! I mean that is what it’s all about in the ring, but in order to get there you have to be in tremendous shape! Why I know one guy named Logan, right? In my last match he just sat outside the ring watching. Couldn’t even get between the ropes till the match was already over! This guy is supposed to be a professional athlete, as in people pay him to be in the ring! Yet when I have the chance to step between those ropes with a hall of famer, I get a guy who’s content to assume the position of your average World of Warcraft player? I mean come on!
The crowd laughs as Teo eggs them on, but the spokesman is starting to look nervous.
Teo del Sol: I guarantee you that I could come out looking like the coolest one in the match if I sat around picking my nose until it was over then came in and blasted everyone with a chair, Logan! I promise you that when people would say how great I looked attacking a bunch of men who had just finished putting on a 5-star match, that all they would want to talk about is what the next match would look like.
But do you know why Logan? It’s because they know that you don’t have any balls!
Mickey clasps his hands to his face in mock surprise as Goofy places his hands on his hips in annoyance.
Teo del Sol: That’s right Logan! There’s not a person in the world who did not want to see Logan vs. Teo del Sol after Aftermath, and there is one simple reason why, it’s because when you took that chair in your hand, you showed the world your character, that when Logan is given a challenge, that he flips the world a middle finger rather than standing up like a man and getting the job done!
Look, I’m not going to stand on this stage in front of the world and act like I’m not impressed with what you accomplished back when dinosaurs roamed the earth and people were still afraid of fire, Grandpa. I know that when I go through that WCF archive, when I go into that WCF Network, that Logan has his own section, his own wing in the WCF Museum. Logan is an icon with a legacy!
A Legacy Logan, that you have done every single thing in your power to turn and take a squat over. You know what people think of when they think of Logan? They don’t think of world titles, they don’t think of great matches, no.
They think of Hot Dogs.
They talk about God-forsaken cylindrical meat tubes when they think of the name of one of the greatest so-called “legends” in WCF history.
The crowd begins roaring much less like a Disneyland crowd and much more like a WCF audience as Teo begins getting louder and louder.
Teo del Sol: It’s an apt metaphor, isn’t it, Logan? The hot dog I mean. It sums up your most recent WCF run pretty well, doesn’t it? Hot Dogs are never the main course, they’re never mean to be a dinner. They’re a bland, tasteless concoction of pig and cow leftovers that you pull out of the deep freeze because you’re either too drunk or too stupid to know better!
That’s Logan in a nutshell, isn’t it?
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen the Logan dog, and it’s got outstanding packaging. You promise world title reigns, classic feuds, 10 essential vitamin and/or mineral supplements! But the moment you get dropped in that boiling water, when you step between those ropes with the hottest roster WCF has ever had, hoo boy!
That’s when that smell starts, and that’s when somebody realizes that they have made a terrible, terrible mistake.
I get it, I get that people are high on nostalgia Logan. Everybody wanted to see you step through those ropes and start being the all-american-badass that won more titles than some people have fingers, yet all we get is an egomaniacal weirdo who has to be saved by Seth Lerch, Seth Lerch of all people! When the chips are down.
Don’t think that I haven’t noticed, Logan. Time and Time again, you have had Seth Lerch step in on your behalf, to walk in on your matches, to lower down the briefcase for you, to give you the easy road.
It’s not really surprising! He’s protecting his investment. He signed you to a legends contract and realized that he had expected Hulk Hogan and got the Oscar Meyer weiner guy! So he’s been hand-holding and personally coddling you like his own little baby boy.
It. is. Pathetic.
The crowd boos the mention of Seth Lerch as the spokesman make a signal to the mascots.
Teo del Sol: Logan’s return has been, without a single solitary doubt in this mind of mine, one of the most bafflingly painful things to sit through since the Ford administration. The only difference is, he was also incompetent and completely unworthy of the title that was handed to him, but at least Gerald Ford was funny!
Where do I even begin with this guy? First he comes back to all the grandeur and pomp in the world when he announces he is going to challenge David Sanchez for the United States Title. Then he proceeds to skip every press event, lose without even putting up a fight, and retire again immediately.
You think I forgot about that little episode, didn’t you Logan? When you came out like Frankenstein in leather pants and expected to grab onto that belt that you managed to hold for a total of 6 months in 5 reigns.
That night though Logan, that’s when you realized that the WCF roster is not the same monster that it once was. When David Sanchez kicked your dentures down into your diapers it became painfully obvious that winning the title was no longer a manner of being able to show up for the match.
You are standing amongst one of the most dynamic, most talented groups in the history of this company, and rather than being a legend, you have been revealed, exposed, and shown to be little more than a child among men.
The crowd now begins cheering for Teo and roaring for him to continue, chanting “Hot Dogs Suck” among other angry comments.
Teo del Sol: My criticism is not unfounded, friends! Look at who Logan has feuded with, since being handed the Final Destination briefcase in the biggest anticlimax since Dag Riddik’s last night with a 10-cent hooker. (Spoiler alert, he got his money back.)
Since being handed a prize that guarantees him a world title shot, let me repeat that, GUARANTEES him a world title shot, he has proceeded to reignite a feud with Steve Orbit. Now not to knock Orbit’s work, I think the man is a wonderful guy, but let’s really think about this.
Logan could have had a world title shot at any time he wants. He could walk in there at Slam 350, at Slam 351, he could walk in during Seth’s weekly Swedish massage and demand to face Joey Flash. But no, he’s sitting on that briefcase like a mama bird with a little egg. Now I have a guess as to what that bird is, and it rhymes with “Lickin”. Or maybe he’s another animal that rhymes with “Fussy”, you be the judge.
If I had a guaranteed world title shot at any time, I promise you that I would not be trying to jump the world champion when he’s not prepared, to steal away the belt, certainly not if I’m supposed to be one of the greatest champions in WCF’s storied history. If you gave me a shot at that world title, you would see Teo del Sol appear in the ring like a genie, because Teo del Sol, unlike Logan, has balls! Teo del Sol doesn’t back down from anybody! You know who I’ve beaten since Logan won this briefcase?
Andre Holmes, Kyle Kemp, Johnny Rabid, Andrew Marx, Zombie McMorris, Torture, and if you want to count that god-awful performance at Aftermath, that’s right, Logan!
Logan has won countless titles, he has had more reigns than some people have had matches, but not a single one, and trust me, I’ve looked it up, not a single reign has even come close to what I have been able to accomplish with the People’s Title.
I have held this belt for nearly six months, and during that time I have beaten no less than Nine Contenders. Nine! I promise that not a single one of Logan’s title reigns has even lasted Nine matches! I have been going through the shark tank that this roster has become while Logan has been picking and choosing his opponents like some kind of privileged child at the grocery store.
I have never gotten a shot at the world title, unless you count WAR when it was required, heck, I’ve never even gotten to compete for the United States title. The only time I’ve ever gotten title shots is when someone else was booking- Heck, I won the People’s title when Corey Black booked it at XIII.
It must be nice, Logan. To be one of Seth’s favorites. To not only be handed a world title shot but to get to use it whenever you want. I mean your last world title reign was in 2009, when we had a different president.
But me? I have had to crawl, I have had to scratch and scrape for every single opportunity that I have been given in this company.
Disney World, Orlando Florida
12:30 pm.
The scene opens on a beautiful afternoon in the happiest place on earth! Bright, colorful buildings and titanic mechanical rides all surround a gaggle of mouse-ear wearing screaming children (and parents in rather dire need of alcohol). Costumed mascots carry on performing well-practiced routines and vendors of fried dough and frozen sugar hock their wares for an astonishingly overpriced bargain, fattening the little tikes and their wallets in one fell swoop. Happiest place on earth indeed.
And in the middle of it all stands a large stage, with assembled men, women, and children crowding around to see what guest of honor could possibly be on the magnificent plinth. And sure enough, there upon the platform stands the familiar visages of Goofy, Mickey, and a shining white mask. Teo del Sol looks out at the crowd of children with a pure smile of joy, as each of them pushes forward to see. As much as he hated to admit it, being somewhat of a celebrity did have its advantages. Never in his whole life did he ever think he would be able to share a stage with Goofy!
A prim and proper spokesman steps forward, a mouse ear pin on his lapel and tiny glasses covering a somewhat rat-like face under slicked back hair. He raises a microphone to his lips and speaks with a voice somewhere between crude oil and red wine…
Spokesman: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honor to welcome wrestler Teo del Sol to Disney World! Mr. Del Sol has been a pillar of family friendly entertainment these many years, reminding us that even in a…
The speaker’s nose turns upward condescendingly as he reaches a spot on the notecard he is reading from.
Spokesman: …medium as violent as professional wrestling, that one can still succeed through hard work and a strong moral core.
Teo smiles as he waves to the crowd, getting back a roar of approval as well as a few decidedly un-PG like looks from a few mothers… Teo shakes any thoughts from his head with another grin and turns towards the costumed mascots, who now approach him on either side.
Spokesman: Mr. Del Sol has happily agreed to be one of the instructors for Disney’s new line of instructional workout tapes, “Sweat along with Mickey”, available now for preorder only $19.99
The spokesman suddenly stops and adjusts something in his ear, appearing to nod his head.
Spokesman: $22.99. So Mr. del Sol, tell us, what kind of workouts are you going to be contributing to this wonderful undertaking?
Teo del Sol: Ha! Undertaking’s the other guy, friend!
The speaker looks at Teo with a cocked eyebrow and an unimpressed yet stoic look.
Teo del Sol: Because the Under…never mind, your mother will explain it to you.
Teo turns towards the audience and grabs a microphone from the stand in front of him.
Teo del Sol: Well you see sir, I don’t want people to associate professional wrestling with just two people trying to hurt one another! I mean that is what it’s all about in the ring, but in order to get there you have to be in tremendous shape! Why I know one guy named Logan, right? In my last match he just sat outside the ring watching. Couldn’t even get between the ropes till the match was already over! This guy is supposed to be a professional athlete, as in people pay him to be in the ring! Yet when I have the chance to step between those ropes with a hall of famer, I get a guy who’s content to assume the position of your average World of Warcraft player? I mean come on!
The crowd laughs as Teo eggs them on, but the spokesman is starting to look nervous.
Teo del Sol: I guarantee you that I could come out looking like the coolest one in the match if I sat around picking my nose until it was over then came in and blasted everyone with a chair, Logan! I promise you that when people would say how great I looked attacking a bunch of men who had just finished putting on a 5-star match, that all they would want to talk about is what the next match would look like.
But do you know why Logan? It’s because they know that you don’t have any balls!
Mickey clasps his hands to his face in mock surprise as Goofy places his hands on his hips in annoyance.
Teo del Sol: That’s right Logan! There’s not a person in the world who did not want to see Logan vs. Teo del Sol after Aftermath, and there is one simple reason why, it’s because when you took that chair in your hand, you showed the world your character, that when Logan is given a challenge, that he flips the world a middle finger rather than standing up like a man and getting the job done!
Look, I’m not going to stand on this stage in front of the world and act like I’m not impressed with what you accomplished back when dinosaurs roamed the earth and people were still afraid of fire, Grandpa. I know that when I go through that WCF archive, when I go into that WCF Network, that Logan has his own section, his own wing in the WCF Museum. Logan is an icon with a legacy!
A Legacy Logan, that you have done every single thing in your power to turn and take a squat over. You know what people think of when they think of Logan? They don’t think of world titles, they don’t think of great matches, no.
They think of Hot Dogs.
They talk about God-forsaken cylindrical meat tubes when they think of the name of one of the greatest so-called “legends” in WCF history.
The crowd begins roaring much less like a Disneyland crowd and much more like a WCF audience as Teo begins getting louder and louder.
Teo del Sol: It’s an apt metaphor, isn’t it, Logan? The hot dog I mean. It sums up your most recent WCF run pretty well, doesn’t it? Hot Dogs are never the main course, they’re never mean to be a dinner. They’re a bland, tasteless concoction of pig and cow leftovers that you pull out of the deep freeze because you’re either too drunk or too stupid to know better!
That’s Logan in a nutshell, isn’t it?
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen the Logan dog, and it’s got outstanding packaging. You promise world title reigns, classic feuds, 10 essential vitamin and/or mineral supplements! But the moment you get dropped in that boiling water, when you step between those ropes with the hottest roster WCF has ever had, hoo boy!
That’s when that smell starts, and that’s when somebody realizes that they have made a terrible, terrible mistake.
I get it, I get that people are high on nostalgia Logan. Everybody wanted to see you step through those ropes and start being the all-american-badass that won more titles than some people have fingers, yet all we get is an egomaniacal weirdo who has to be saved by Seth Lerch, Seth Lerch of all people! When the chips are down.
Don’t think that I haven’t noticed, Logan. Time and Time again, you have had Seth Lerch step in on your behalf, to walk in on your matches, to lower down the briefcase for you, to give you the easy road.
It’s not really surprising! He’s protecting his investment. He signed you to a legends contract and realized that he had expected Hulk Hogan and got the Oscar Meyer weiner guy! So he’s been hand-holding and personally coddling you like his own little baby boy.
It. is. Pathetic.
The crowd boos the mention of Seth Lerch as the spokesman make a signal to the mascots.
Teo del Sol: Logan’s return has been, without a single solitary doubt in this mind of mine, one of the most bafflingly painful things to sit through since the Ford administration. The only difference is, he was also incompetent and completely unworthy of the title that was handed to him, but at least Gerald Ford was funny!
Where do I even begin with this guy? First he comes back to all the grandeur and pomp in the world when he announces he is going to challenge David Sanchez for the United States Title. Then he proceeds to skip every press event, lose without even putting up a fight, and retire again immediately.
You think I forgot about that little episode, didn’t you Logan? When you came out like Frankenstein in leather pants and expected to grab onto that belt that you managed to hold for a total of 6 months in 5 reigns.
That night though Logan, that’s when you realized that the WCF roster is not the same monster that it once was. When David Sanchez kicked your dentures down into your diapers it became painfully obvious that winning the title was no longer a manner of being able to show up for the match.
You are standing amongst one of the most dynamic, most talented groups in the history of this company, and rather than being a legend, you have been revealed, exposed, and shown to be little more than a child among men.
The crowd now begins cheering for Teo and roaring for him to continue, chanting “Hot Dogs Suck” among other angry comments.
Teo del Sol: My criticism is not unfounded, friends! Look at who Logan has feuded with, since being handed the Final Destination briefcase in the biggest anticlimax since Dag Riddik’s last night with a 10-cent hooker. (Spoiler alert, he got his money back.)
Since being handed a prize that guarantees him a world title shot, let me repeat that, GUARANTEES him a world title shot, he has proceeded to reignite a feud with Steve Orbit. Now not to knock Orbit’s work, I think the man is a wonderful guy, but let’s really think about this.
Logan could have had a world title shot at any time he wants. He could walk in there at Slam 350, at Slam 351, he could walk in during Seth’s weekly Swedish massage and demand to face Joey Flash. But no, he’s sitting on that briefcase like a mama bird with a little egg. Now I have a guess as to what that bird is, and it rhymes with “Lickin”. Or maybe he’s another animal that rhymes with “Fussy”, you be the judge.
If I had a guaranteed world title shot at any time, I promise you that I would not be trying to jump the world champion when he’s not prepared, to steal away the belt, certainly not if I’m supposed to be one of the greatest champions in WCF’s storied history. If you gave me a shot at that world title, you would see Teo del Sol appear in the ring like a genie, because Teo del Sol, unlike Logan, has balls! Teo del Sol doesn’t back down from anybody! You know who I’ve beaten since Logan won this briefcase?
Andre Holmes, Kyle Kemp, Johnny Rabid, Andrew Marx, Zombie McMorris, Torture, and if you want to count that god-awful performance at Aftermath, that’s right, Logan!
Logan has won countless titles, he has had more reigns than some people have had matches, but not a single one, and trust me, I’ve looked it up, not a single reign has even come close to what I have been able to accomplish with the People’s Title.
I have held this belt for nearly six months, and during that time I have beaten no less than Nine Contenders. Nine! I promise that not a single one of Logan’s title reigns has even lasted Nine matches! I have been going through the shark tank that this roster has become while Logan has been picking and choosing his opponents like some kind of privileged child at the grocery store.
I have never gotten a shot at the world title, unless you count WAR when it was required, heck, I’ve never even gotten to compete for the United States title. The only time I’ve ever gotten title shots is when someone else was booking- Heck, I won the People’s title when Corey Black booked it at XIII.
It must be nice, Logan. To be one of Seth’s favorites. To not only be handed a world title shot but to get to use it whenever you want. I mean your last world title reign was in 2009, when we had a different president.
But me? I have had to crawl, I have had to scratch and scrape for every single opportunity that I have been given in this company.