Post by Teo Blaze on May 8, 2016 16:44:35 GMT -5
The scene opens on a sun bleached stretch of black asphalt. Left, right, either way the road goes on for years. A monolithic trespasser on the yellow sands. Cacti dot either side of the passage, a sunlight vigil over the broken desert floor, forever separated by the march of progress.
And dead center of it all, the proverbial sore thumb, lies an even more sun-bleached luchador. Closed eyes staring upward at the unforgiving ball of fire that is his namesake, a rattling, wheezing cough suddenly erupts forth as a voice echoes to the deepest corners of his mind.
"Get. Up."
Teo's eyes shoot open as he sits bolt upright, gasps drawing in the arid air as his vision struggles between blurred and empty. He glances at the rocky outcrops and dried bushes as his memory cries out in a hundred different voices, all struggling to tell him why.
But only one gets through.
"Look at the mess you've gotten me into now. See what happens when you talk smack about the world champion?"
Teo shakes his head in confusion, he hadn't said anything to Flash yet, there wouldn't be any reason.
"Oh that's right, you had already had that drink afterward... After he was done kicking your ass, he cashed in that briefcase. Then to make sure you remembered who the king was, he...touched up your water bottle. You know you really need to invest in a padlock"
Teo shakes his head, dusting the asphalt as grains of sand fall from his blonde hair.
Logan? World champion? That seemed the least likely part of the scenario. Logan drugging him seemed par for the course, it was just like Breanna had warned...
Oh no.
"Oh yes! I had almost forgotten, you had promised to meet her after the show! To take her on a date that would make up for all those missed phone calls, all those extra training nights.
What a shame..."
Teo's hand darted into his pocket, fishing, hoping to find...no... Of course not. No cell phone.
Teo shakes his head, a million questions swirling, each pushing their way to the front, each demanding to be heard.
But he was out of answers.
"I tell you what, I'll make you a deal. You let walk with you... And I'll tell you something you want to hear."
Teo shakes his head in staunch refusal, letting the voice in his head start to trail off.
"Come on. I'm not such a bad guy. I helped you beat kemp didn't I? Didn't it feel good, swinging that chair? I even gave you your precious mask back."
Teo stares down the long road, not a single building in sight.
Teo: Fine. But tell me first
"good boy. Now, you were too....Logan'ed to remember this, but Breanna? She's waiting for you."
Teo's eyes widen with surprise as he looks down at the ground. His shadow seems to stretch out from him, extending along the black ground, stretched further and further, until finally, standing before him, is him. A perfect simulacrum of Teddy Blaze in a white suit with a black collar, a gold pair of red-lensed sunglasses over a sharp-toothed grin.
"Come on, we've got a long walk ahead of us."
----
The scene changes now, a dimly lit dressing room. A single white light shines down like a spotlight from above, down on Teo del Sol..?
It appears to be him, the hair is right and his build familiar, but the mask hangs on a hook to the right. Teo sits, arms on his knees, and a pair of round, red-lenses sunglasses on his face. He cocks his head to one side, looking towards the camera with a grin.
Teo del Sol: Let's get one thing straight.
WCF? We have got a lot of catching up to do.
How many more records do I have to break? How many more times do I have to turn away these challengers before you start to get it?
Johnny Rabid, Andre Holmes, Vengeance, Torture...
Yet here I sit, on this bench, getting ready for a match with the Angels of Destruction. Getting ready for the Seth Lerch dartboard match of the week.
I. Do not. Have. A thing to prove in this match.
The last time I stepped into the ring with Night Rider, he retired. He's coming back to take that morning glory, to bring back those glory days! It just about brings a tear to my eye.
Right, a tear of laughter.
Night Rider is on borrowed time, a half full tub of cream cheese six months past its expiration date. There's exactly one reason to watch a Night Rider return, and that's if you're out of ambien. This man would make a bigger splash in an empty pool, and he'd be doing the world a favor if he went head first!
Night Rider is a son of a biscuit and almost as doughy. I didn't know the WCF retirement plan was sponsored by Krispy Kreme, but Night Rider is making it look awful tempting...
But keep on chanting about that anarchy, big boy. I'm going to be on the winning team while you are on the mat, barely conscious, wondering whether to get the double or triple burger after you get that paycheck, you just remember that Night Rider is supposed to be a tough guy.
Speaking of Tough guys, we have Denise D'evil. Oh, I'm sorry, tough girls. You'd understand how I could get confused. It is genuinely good to have Denise back, although with Bates here it promises to be an exciting few months. Maybe someone will hit someone this time!
Look, I'll make this simple. While Denise has been off playing spotter for Mr. Stay-puff, I have been setting records and breaking down walls. Denise, you are the most successful member of the three stooges, as far as I'm concerned, but you're tying your hands behind your back playing patty cake. Or maybe eating it in Night Rider's case!
Oblivion. I'm not going to bother with the good stuff on you. I could bend over and point south at this camera and it would be twice as witty as Oblivion's wittiest moment!
I'm glad you're not dead. Kind of. But frankly death has been such a boomerang these days it's more like you went on vacation. At least you missed the luau, cause you managed to keep your shape on the side. And that shape is terrible.
Teo pulls the mask off the hook and pulls it on as he replaces the glasses.
Teo del Sol: Look guys, I want to have a fun time out there. I'm really a big fan!
But as happy as I am to have you back, you're still my opponents, so I'm sorry, but you're going to have to lose this week.
He puts the glasses on over the mask.
Teo del Sol: and just remember after we've kicked your ass? I told you so.
Teo yanks the glasses off violently and tosses them to the ground as the camera fades.
---
The scene changes to a disheveled room, empty bottles lying on the ground. Teo stands in the doorway-staring blankly.
Teo: Logan didn't do this, did he?
"No. She's gone."
Teo: it's my fault, isn't it?
"Hardest working man in WCF. Sacrifices anything for the fans. Anything."
Teo turns and sits on the bed, an empty whiskey bottle crashing to the floor as he does so.
And dead center of it all, the proverbial sore thumb, lies an even more sun-bleached luchador. Closed eyes staring upward at the unforgiving ball of fire that is his namesake, a rattling, wheezing cough suddenly erupts forth as a voice echoes to the deepest corners of his mind.
"Get. Up."
Teo's eyes shoot open as he sits bolt upright, gasps drawing in the arid air as his vision struggles between blurred and empty. He glances at the rocky outcrops and dried bushes as his memory cries out in a hundred different voices, all struggling to tell him why.
But only one gets through.
"Look at the mess you've gotten me into now. See what happens when you talk smack about the world champion?"
Teo shakes his head in confusion, he hadn't said anything to Flash yet, there wouldn't be any reason.
"Oh that's right, you had already had that drink afterward... After he was done kicking your ass, he cashed in that briefcase. Then to make sure you remembered who the king was, he...touched up your water bottle. You know you really need to invest in a padlock"
Teo shakes his head, dusting the asphalt as grains of sand fall from his blonde hair.
Logan? World champion? That seemed the least likely part of the scenario. Logan drugging him seemed par for the course, it was just like Breanna had warned...
Oh no.
"Oh yes! I had almost forgotten, you had promised to meet her after the show! To take her on a date that would make up for all those missed phone calls, all those extra training nights.
What a shame..."
Teo's hand darted into his pocket, fishing, hoping to find...no... Of course not. No cell phone.
Teo shakes his head, a million questions swirling, each pushing their way to the front, each demanding to be heard.
But he was out of answers.
"I tell you what, I'll make you a deal. You let walk with you... And I'll tell you something you want to hear."
Teo shakes his head in staunch refusal, letting the voice in his head start to trail off.
"Come on. I'm not such a bad guy. I helped you beat kemp didn't I? Didn't it feel good, swinging that chair? I even gave you your precious mask back."
Teo stares down the long road, not a single building in sight.
Teo: Fine. But tell me first
"good boy. Now, you were too....Logan'ed to remember this, but Breanna? She's waiting for you."
Teo's eyes widen with surprise as he looks down at the ground. His shadow seems to stretch out from him, extending along the black ground, stretched further and further, until finally, standing before him, is him. A perfect simulacrum of Teddy Blaze in a white suit with a black collar, a gold pair of red-lensed sunglasses over a sharp-toothed grin.
"Come on, we've got a long walk ahead of us."
----
The scene changes now, a dimly lit dressing room. A single white light shines down like a spotlight from above, down on Teo del Sol..?
It appears to be him, the hair is right and his build familiar, but the mask hangs on a hook to the right. Teo sits, arms on his knees, and a pair of round, red-lenses sunglasses on his face. He cocks his head to one side, looking towards the camera with a grin.
Teo del Sol: Let's get one thing straight.
WCF? We have got a lot of catching up to do.
How many more records do I have to break? How many more times do I have to turn away these challengers before you start to get it?
Johnny Rabid, Andre Holmes, Vengeance, Torture...
Yet here I sit, on this bench, getting ready for a match with the Angels of Destruction. Getting ready for the Seth Lerch dartboard match of the week.
I. Do not. Have. A thing to prove in this match.
The last time I stepped into the ring with Night Rider, he retired. He's coming back to take that morning glory, to bring back those glory days! It just about brings a tear to my eye.
Right, a tear of laughter.
Night Rider is on borrowed time, a half full tub of cream cheese six months past its expiration date. There's exactly one reason to watch a Night Rider return, and that's if you're out of ambien. This man would make a bigger splash in an empty pool, and he'd be doing the world a favor if he went head first!
Night Rider is a son of a biscuit and almost as doughy. I didn't know the WCF retirement plan was sponsored by Krispy Kreme, but Night Rider is making it look awful tempting...
But keep on chanting about that anarchy, big boy. I'm going to be on the winning team while you are on the mat, barely conscious, wondering whether to get the double or triple burger after you get that paycheck, you just remember that Night Rider is supposed to be a tough guy.
Speaking of Tough guys, we have Denise D'evil. Oh, I'm sorry, tough girls. You'd understand how I could get confused. It is genuinely good to have Denise back, although with Bates here it promises to be an exciting few months. Maybe someone will hit someone this time!
Look, I'll make this simple. While Denise has been off playing spotter for Mr. Stay-puff, I have been setting records and breaking down walls. Denise, you are the most successful member of the three stooges, as far as I'm concerned, but you're tying your hands behind your back playing patty cake. Or maybe eating it in Night Rider's case!
Oblivion. I'm not going to bother with the good stuff on you. I could bend over and point south at this camera and it would be twice as witty as Oblivion's wittiest moment!
I'm glad you're not dead. Kind of. But frankly death has been such a boomerang these days it's more like you went on vacation. At least you missed the luau, cause you managed to keep your shape on the side. And that shape is terrible.
Teo pulls the mask off the hook and pulls it on as he replaces the glasses.
Teo del Sol: Look guys, I want to have a fun time out there. I'm really a big fan!
But as happy as I am to have you back, you're still my opponents, so I'm sorry, but you're going to have to lose this week.
He puts the glasses on over the mask.
Teo del Sol: and just remember after we've kicked your ass? I told you so.
Teo yanks the glasses off violently and tosses them to the ground as the camera fades.
---
The scene changes to a disheveled room, empty bottles lying on the ground. Teo stands in the doorway-staring blankly.
Teo: Logan didn't do this, did he?
"No. She's gone."
Teo: it's my fault, isn't it?
"Hardest working man in WCF. Sacrifices anything for the fans. Anything."
Teo turns and sits on the bed, an empty whiskey bottle crashing to the floor as he does so.
