Post by Teo Blaze on Aug 14, 2016 12:59:29 GMT -5
That was all it took.
One scintillating crack.
One heart wrenching moment of bone-on-bone, of monumental impact.
And they were silent.
Only for an instant. A barely audible silence, a momentary glitch in reality.
The people stared in awe as they saw the referee’s hand come down for the three count.
And they reacted with anger as the referee raised Blaze’s hand for the three count.
One on one, with the whole world watching, the internet champion had just beaten the world champion.
And the world struggled to comprehend.
Blaze rolled from the ring, grabbing his belt along the way as he made his way up the ramp, his bloodied face torn from Gemini’s blows, his mouth cut open from the punches, but for the first time in his life victorious against the world champion.
Teo del Sol never did that.
As he shoved his way back through the curtain, the rounded form of WCF’s favorite bumbling reporter Hank Brown took three steps forward and shoved a microphone under Blaze’s nose, a camera up against his battered visage.
Hank Brown: I think there’s only one word for a match like that, holy cow! Do you have anything that you want to say to the WCF Galaxy after just pinning the world champion?
Blaze turns towards the camera, his mangled teeth flashing his now trademarked wicked smile, his left eye, beginning to swell over into a shiner, winked as best it could at the WCF Galaxy.
Teddy Blaze: Didn’t I tell you so?
Didn’t I say that I was going to go in and beat Gemini no matter what it took?
Didn’t I say that I was going to leave him in that ring staring up at those lights?
Barely conscious, wondering what happened to leave him at this point?
Oh yes, I told you so, didn’t I?
But no one believed it! No one in the world believed that Teddy Blaze was serious! That the internet Champion was capable of toppling a world champion! Well you listen to me right now Hank when I speak the following sentence, because I want the entire WCF Galaxy to remember this moment, to remember this bloodied face, and I want you to remember just one word.
Believe.
Believe in Miracles.
Believe in fantasy.
Believe in the Galaxy.
When I was People’s Champion I stood as the symbol and leader for everything that was right with the world, the proof that good people can make great things happen.
Now? Now it’s time for a new chapter.
It is time to show the world what happens when we are pushed too far!
To show the world what happens when they try to take away everything that we have worked for!
The Internet is a cut-throat and wicked place, but we are capable of accomplishing Anything! And we will not let you forget this moment.
Believe, Hank.
Believe in the Internet,
And Believe in Teddy Blaze.
Teddy turns and winks at the camera, letting out a deeply satisfied belly laugh as he makes his way slowly to the locker room. Hank turns towards the camera, not quite sure what to say, so he instead signals for the man to cut the feed.
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It began as a typical day at the WCF offices, several mindless drones lined around computers quickly taking T-shirt orders. Distributing custom Doc Henry Underwear and Thomas Bates Beer Steins. An unopened box of Chaos shirts sat in the corner underneath of a Seth Lerch Melon Baller and a stuffed Honey Badger.
What was odd though is that for the last ten minutes, every screen in the building had cut to pure static. The technician team had been called in, but were taking their lunch break and from the sound of their call had placed a higher priority on their pastrami then whatever was going on with that thing they were paid to do.
The employees flitted about like rats in a maze, trying desperately to appear busy, but the simple truth was without their computers, they were not able to do their jobs. At any moment Seth might walk in and find his entire merchandising department standing around, and that would be-
There, on the screen, stands a live feed of the WCF merchandise office. The workers find themselves staring at themselves staring at themselves. Before they can wrap their head around that, there is a sudden crash!
All eyes dart to the door, which flies open with a resounding boom as it is kicked open, the lock sending pieces of splintered wood flying in every direction.
The staff is rather stunned to see the internet champion, Teddy Blaze standing in the doorway. A baseball bat over one shoulder and a large box under his arm.
He grins, eyes flashing behind red lenses as he walks into the room, dropping the box with a thud as he surveys the terrified workers. He cocks an eyebrow, glancing around the room, then, his lips curling into a wicked grin, he smiles, reaching down and picking up an intricately crafted Doc Henry action figure. He turns it slowly over in his hand, admiring the craftsmanship…
Teddy Blaze: You know, the sculptor really captured the mediocrity.
The workers barely have time to feel confused before Blaze tosses the toy in the air, and with one smooth motion, smashes it with the bat!
Pieces of plastic moustache and cowboy hat fly everywhere as the bat makes contact, the torso flying against the wall to explode like a hand grenade! Blaze smirks with satisfaction as he turns once more towards the employees.
Teddy Blaze: You should be running.
A brief moment hangs in the air as the group stares at him in stunned silence, then finally they turn and push their way past one another, slamming their way into the hall and out the door. Blaze is now left alone in the office, and turns towards the planted camera to address the WCF Galaxy directly.
Teddy Blaze: I suppose it may confuse our rabid fans why this week, rather than being in contention for a more significant prize, that our distinguished leader has instead assigned me retirement home duty.
Blaze turns towards his own box, pulling out a pair of scissors. He reaches down towards the box of Chaos shirts and begins slowly cutting up the fabric.
Teddy Blaze: I know, I’m supposed to be all reverent and honored that I’m getting the chance to step in the ring with the guy, but the simple fact is that I’m going to be more concerned with not snapping him in half and letting the sand fall out.
Blaze seems satisfied, the shirt now simply one long piece of fabric, and he now reaches towards another box, this one labelled “Vintage”.
He pulls out several shirts featuring hall of famers, and world champions, snickering as he does so.
Teddy Blaze: It’s like we’re supposed to have this big reverence for the past, to be all glassy eyed and stunned when we get the honor, no the ‘privilege’ to step into the ring with these grandpas and let them relive their glory days.
He grabs the Seth melon baller of the shelf and smiles towards the camera.
Teddy Blaze: Well the simple fact is that Mr. Lerch has picked the wrong huckleberry this time. Doc Henry may be an icon, he may be a former United States Champion, but Seth saw fit to retire that belt, so it should tell you just how much respect there is for that accomplishment.
So what are we left with? Well, we have a guy who on his most recent return struggled to beat Adam Young.
Adam. Young.
That perennial jobber who spends more time on his back than a fifty cent whore.
Or should I bring up his ONE performance, where he got pinned immediately by a wrestler named…yes, I’m serious, “Rage Maxx”.
What’s up, Doc? Are the blue pills not working anymore? Do I need to get you some Metamucil, or is it just time to take Ole’ blue out back?
Blaze continues sifting through the box.
Teddy Blaze: It’s funny, I’m trying to find one of the vintage T-Shirts for Doc Henry, but it seems that people are more interested in ACTUAL WCF Icons.
But then who am I to judge, right? I mean I’ve never gotten a T-shirt, I’ve never gotten to be on the poster for a Pay-Per-View.
I’m just a tertiary champion, I hold the belts that no one else wants.
Say it again, I love hearing people when they’re wrong.
You know what the word is that people think of when they think of the People’s or Internet Title? Dominance.
Dominance of a division and Dominance of a sport. The reigns on these belts go for months and months because they go to the people who don’t get chances otherwise.
The workhorses, the unappreciated few who put in the time week-in and week-out but never get the recognition for it.
The tough sonsuvbitches who put on matches of the year, feuds of the year, and when they’re done all their coworkers have to say is “Yeah, but it’s a gimmick belt”
To anyone who has ever had the balls to say that behind my back, I dare you to say it to my face.
Doc, you may have your own spot in the WCF Network’s legends library, but the fact is that right now you are standing between me and my goals.
I am going to make the Internet Championship the most respected title in the entire company. Hell, last week I pinned the world champion, 1 2 3. And the three men facing off for that world title in the main event? I’ve beaten all three.
Seth Lerch may not want me in that main event, but he can’t change facts, and the fact is that I have been far and away the strongest competitor this company has seen for a long time. When I talk? People listen.
When I win, people celebrate.
When I lose, people cry foul.
So Doc Henry and Chaos are going to find out exactly what the world already knows.
I haven’t talked much about you, Chaos. That’s because there’s not a damn thing to say.
You want to throw around words like “Extreme” or “Hardcore” like they mean something.
You want to know what hardcore means?
Blaze suddenly turns and smashes one of the computers with the bat! A shower of sparks erupts as the appliance falls to the ground.
Teddy Blaze: Hardcore just means you’re too much of a pansy to get the job done with your bare hands. You have to have a marital aid, a leg-up to be able to pull off a victory. You have to prop yourself up with weapons to hide the fact that a ten-year old girl could kick your ass in a fair fight.
I have no respect for people who claim to be hardcore or extreme, and I have no respect for you.
You want to earn it? Show me you can get it done without the toys.
Cause the world knows that you’re not man enough to try it without them.
Blaze grins, pulling the boxes of Doc Henry and Chaos merchandise and placing them on the windowsill. He reaches into one pocket and pulls out a flask of whiskey, after a quick pull he splashes the contents over each box. He tucks the cut up shirt in each box and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his red and silver lighter. He flicks his wrist and lights the shirt, within seconds both boxes are consumed by flames. Blaze turns and smiles at the camera one last time.
Teddy Blaze: WCF, put the kids to bed early tonight, because they’re not gonna want to see what happens. And I have just one thing to say about what I’m going to do to these two.
You’re welcome.
Blaze turns back towards the flames as the screen fades slowly to static.
