Post by Teo Blaze on Aug 21, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -5
The scene opens on a rather peculiar sight. Rather than a backstage view of the locker room, or perhaps an action shot of the concession stand, there is instead a live feed of the WCF.com website. Articles showing match highlights dot the screen, but one In particular draws the eye.
In the bottom left corner of the screen is a picture of the Internet champion, with the headline underneath reading in big red letters, "Team Blazing Phoenix Taking Flight?"
The camera slowly zooms in on the window, adjusting until it is focused. Then suddenly and without warning, the picture begins speaking.
Teddy Blaze: I wouldn't get your hopes up.
The camera slowly zooms out as the Internet champion steps out of the window, his frame now taking up the entire screen, standing in front of the website. He takes a moment to adjust Gemini's hair, his eyes lingering on the belt for only a moment before he turns to address the viewer.
Teddy Blaze: You can't believe everything you read, children. I know that there has been a lot of speculation that Mr. Phoenix and I are now tag team partners.
Of course, who could blame you? Last week we kicked in the door and blew off the hinges. We kicked so much ass that they're on the endangered species list.
But victory does not a tag team make.
What we have here is a case where Mr. Phoenix and I have similar goals, similar... Intentions.
Simply put, we are here to win.
I don't care if I'm paired with an orangutan, a 96 year old maid, or heaven forbid Adam Young, I am walking through those ropes for one reason, and one reason alone, and that is to get my hand raised.
And man, oh man is it going to be sweet this week.
I get the chance to not only shut the mouth of the pimple on my rear that is Adam Young, but I get to make history repeat itself.
See, way back in ancient times, I had the chance to team with Spencer Adams against Night Rider. You know what happened?
We beat him so badly that he retired.
One match with Teddy Blaze and Night Rider decided that he had had enough of this wrestling thing.
That is the extent of Night Rider's resolve. Of course I know better than that, after all he's got a shot at my Internet title, why would he quit now?
The answer, friends would be because he has a brain in his head. Because he should know better than to walk down that ramp at Revenge.
I guess you can call him determined, but it's more syllables than the real word, stupid.
Night Rider, you could be a great Internet champion, don't get me wrong. But the problem is that you're walking through those ropes and into a brick wall, into the force of Nature that is Teddy Blaze.
And as for Adam Young, what is there to say. Adam stole a People's Title shot and I not only put him away, he ended up laying among the shards of a table that HE brought into the ring!
Just how badly did I hit Adam Young? Did he get some kind of amnesia? Did his brain explode when I hit that kick?
Well I guess not, given that there would have to be a brain there to begin with,
You know, instead of a pile of alcohol soaked Rags and NASCAR T-shirts.
Adam, Adam, Adam, you need to stop trying to act like you're anything new, anything special.
You are the same. Loser. That couldn't get it done at Blast, and by the time Revenge rolls around, the only thing in that coffee can you call a head will be regret, regret that you had the insane stupidity to try to walk back into the ring with me.
Adam Young has as much chance of winning this week as there is of Teddy Blaze and CJ Phoenix grabbing tag gold.
No matter what he thinks, and no matter what the world thinks, this is nothing more than another day at the cleaners. We're going in, we're winning, and I'm getting my hand raised.
Thank you WCF Galaxy, for your time.
The screen is suddenly consumed by a crash of static, and the last remaining image is the WCF website.
In the bottom left corner of the screen is a picture of the Internet champion, with the headline underneath reading in big red letters, "Team Blazing Phoenix Taking Flight?"
The camera slowly zooms in on the window, adjusting until it is focused. Then suddenly and without warning, the picture begins speaking.
Teddy Blaze: I wouldn't get your hopes up.
The camera slowly zooms out as the Internet champion steps out of the window, his frame now taking up the entire screen, standing in front of the website. He takes a moment to adjust Gemini's hair, his eyes lingering on the belt for only a moment before he turns to address the viewer.
Teddy Blaze: You can't believe everything you read, children. I know that there has been a lot of speculation that Mr. Phoenix and I are now tag team partners.
Of course, who could blame you? Last week we kicked in the door and blew off the hinges. We kicked so much ass that they're on the endangered species list.
But victory does not a tag team make.
What we have here is a case where Mr. Phoenix and I have similar goals, similar... Intentions.
Simply put, we are here to win.
I don't care if I'm paired with an orangutan, a 96 year old maid, or heaven forbid Adam Young, I am walking through those ropes for one reason, and one reason alone, and that is to get my hand raised.
And man, oh man is it going to be sweet this week.
I get the chance to not only shut the mouth of the pimple on my rear that is Adam Young, but I get to make history repeat itself.
See, way back in ancient times, I had the chance to team with Spencer Adams against Night Rider. You know what happened?
We beat him so badly that he retired.
One match with Teddy Blaze and Night Rider decided that he had had enough of this wrestling thing.
That is the extent of Night Rider's resolve. Of course I know better than that, after all he's got a shot at my Internet title, why would he quit now?
The answer, friends would be because he has a brain in his head. Because he should know better than to walk down that ramp at Revenge.
I guess you can call him determined, but it's more syllables than the real word, stupid.
Night Rider, you could be a great Internet champion, don't get me wrong. But the problem is that you're walking through those ropes and into a brick wall, into the force of Nature that is Teddy Blaze.
And as for Adam Young, what is there to say. Adam stole a People's Title shot and I not only put him away, he ended up laying among the shards of a table that HE brought into the ring!
Just how badly did I hit Adam Young? Did he get some kind of amnesia? Did his brain explode when I hit that kick?
Well I guess not, given that there would have to be a brain there to begin with,
You know, instead of a pile of alcohol soaked Rags and NASCAR T-shirts.
Adam, Adam, Adam, you need to stop trying to act like you're anything new, anything special.
You are the same. Loser. That couldn't get it done at Blast, and by the time Revenge rolls around, the only thing in that coffee can you call a head will be regret, regret that you had the insane stupidity to try to walk back into the ring with me.
Adam Young has as much chance of winning this week as there is of Teddy Blaze and CJ Phoenix grabbing tag gold.
No matter what he thinks, and no matter what the world thinks, this is nothing more than another day at the cleaners. We're going in, we're winning, and I'm getting my hand raised.
Thank you WCF Galaxy, for your time.
The screen is suddenly consumed by a crash of static, and the last remaining image is the WCF website.
