Post by Teo Blaze on Oct 13, 2017 20:14:29 GMT -5
Rrrrr…..
Rrrrr….
Rrrrr….
You have reached the offices of Corey Black. Please select the number of dicks you wish to suck, and we will do our best to accommodate you. If this is Jay Price, just go ahead and mash your palm on the keypad and-
*click*
The cold October night was as dark and foreboding as you could possibly imagine.
No seriously, try to imagine it.
No, that’s too dark.
Stop!
You can’t even see anyth-
Look, let me start over.
The cold October night was both dark and foreboding, but still somehow visible. The glow of a single streetlamp was all that gave passerby temporary solace from the inky shroud that did all it could to cover the sins of men and women hidden just beyond its veil.
It was here where Teo del Sol stood, per the written instructions, standing beneath the streetlamp. He chewed absentmindedly on a lollipop, cherry flavored of course, as he waited to see what would happen next.
The instructions had been absolutely straightforward, if somewhat obtuse, but then again he had never really known the man to be a-
Suddenly Teo’s thoughts were interrupted! With an audible snap of electrical current, the lightbulb above went black, and what little light there was completely surrendered to a thick blanket of darkness. Teo instinctively raised his arms up, as though he was preparing for an assault, but none came.
Then, without warning, the light snapped back on. There, on the ground, was a small black envelope, sealed with a golden stamp. Three letters were across the front.
Teo stared down at the package, looking around for its origin, and noticed a rather strange sight, a limousine, just out of view. His eyes momentarily rested on it just long enough to grasp the shape, and with a peeling screech, the vehicle slammed forward, speeding off into the night, honking its horn garishly.
Teo del Sol: Kind of melodramatic, wouldn’t you say?
??: Hey, we worked really hard on this!
The voice came from just beyond the pale.
Teo del Sol: Jay Price? Is that you up on the balcony?
??: Shut up!
Teo del Sol: Shouldn’t you have been in the limo? How are you going to get down?
Not Jay Price: ….shit. Corey you son of a bitch! As soon as I figure out how to get past that answering machine-
Teo del Sol: You need a ride Jay?
Not Jay Price: Shut up and open your match!
Teo chuckled to himself as he turned down to look at the mysterious envelope. He snaked a finger between the folds of paper and gently flipped the top open, barely even tearing the stamp. He reached inside to find a piece of folded vellum stationery with three simple words on it.
Teo froze in place, looking up at the cold moon of the October sky.
They had managed to surprise him after all.
Gemini Battle. The name rang out to him like a gunshot wound to the chest. Teo had expected to see any name in there. Joey Flash, Johnny Fly, some kind of joke from Corey thinking he was giving the veterans an easy night, but this…
The last time he had faced Gemini Battle was in the King of All Media match. Teddy Blaze was at the height of his powers, and had done everything he could to not only build an internet empire, but to try and steal the television title right out from under Gemini’s nose. Gemini had been the unintentional posterchild for Blaze’s rise, a victim to his momentum. Blaze had personally pinned Gemini on his first night as champion and twisted the knife of the victory with every single waking moment, to do everything in his power to use his platform to remind the world that he had beaten Gemini on what should have been the happiest night of his life.
Teo wasn’t proud of what he had done, but he had never gotten the chance to apologize. Before he knew what had happened, Gemini Battle was dead.
Just like that, without Teo getting the chance to undo any of the damage, one of the most underappreciated men in WCF, one of the brightest burning flames was snuffed under a tidal wave of jeers.
Jeers that Blaze had relished, a fall that he had accelerated. Even at the height of their rivalry, when the whole of the media stood in the balance, Gemini had been willing to cooperate with Blaze. With their bare hands they took the time to put Howard Stern through a table, paralyzing him in the middle of the match.
Fortunately they would never see him again, but Teo couldn’t help but remember the look on the Radio DJ’s face.
Howard Stern: “Only I can be king of all media!”
Well, when you climb the ladder, sometimes you get put through a table.
Teo chuckled to himself at the memory. In that brief instant, during that flash of cooperation, he had found common ground with the man he had tried so hard to use as a springboard, to step on the back of on the way to the top.
There was no other word for this but unfinished business.
When a man came back from the grave, when he pushed himself beyond the realm of the immortal, there was only one explanation.
Revenge.
Not the Pay-per-view, the driving desire to put right that one final instance of failure, the nail in the coffin, the unpaid bill.
And Teo’s name was on the ticket. Gemini Battle was back from the afterlife, and it could only mean that he had to settle the lost debt, to reclaim the loss that was Teo’s.
For a brief instant, Teo considered letting him.
Laying down and letting Gemini move on in peace.
But Teo knew better.
He knew that Gemini Battle of all people would not be able to rest with a victory handed to him out of sympathy.
He’d burn in hell first.
Pardon the expression.
There was only one way to quiet a vengeful ghost, and that was to beat the hell out of him until he stopped coming back.
Corey Black had placed Teo right in the crosshairs of a vengeful spirit and he wasn’t even kind enough to toss him a bottle of holy water.
But Teo had been in this situation before.
One way or another, he had to give Gemini what he wanted.
One final chance to set it right.
To put down the man who pushed him closer to the end.
Win, lose, or draw, Teo had no choice.
As Teddy Blaze he had hated Gemini Battle and everything he stood for.
But now? He had no hate left to give.
Putting Gemini Battle down.
Sending him back to the afterlife.
It was an act of love.
But if ever there’s been one constant, undying truth in pro-wrestling
Sometimes, love hurts.
Rrrrr….
Rrrrr….
You have reached the offices of Corey Black. Please select the number of dicks you wish to suck, and we will do our best to accommodate you. If this is Jay Price, just go ahead and mash your palm on the keypad and-
*click*
The cold October night was as dark and foreboding as you could possibly imagine.
No seriously, try to imagine it.
No, that’s too dark.
Stop!
You can’t even see anyth-
Look, let me start over.
The cold October night was both dark and foreboding, but still somehow visible. The glow of a single streetlamp was all that gave passerby temporary solace from the inky shroud that did all it could to cover the sins of men and women hidden just beyond its veil.
It was here where Teo del Sol stood, per the written instructions, standing beneath the streetlamp. He chewed absentmindedly on a lollipop, cherry flavored of course, as he waited to see what would happen next.
The instructions had been absolutely straightforward, if somewhat obtuse, but then again he had never really known the man to be a-
Suddenly Teo’s thoughts were interrupted! With an audible snap of electrical current, the lightbulb above went black, and what little light there was completely surrendered to a thick blanket of darkness. Teo instinctively raised his arms up, as though he was preparing for an assault, but none came.
Then, without warning, the light snapped back on. There, on the ground, was a small black envelope, sealed with a golden stamp. Three letters were across the front.
X I I
Teo del Sol: Kind of melodramatic, wouldn’t you say?
??: Hey, we worked really hard on this!
The voice came from just beyond the pale.
Teo del Sol: Jay Price? Is that you up on the balcony?
??: Shut up!
Teo del Sol: Shouldn’t you have been in the limo? How are you going to get down?
Not Jay Price: ….shit. Corey you son of a bitch! As soon as I figure out how to get past that answering machine-
Teo del Sol: You need a ride Jay?
Not Jay Price: Shut up and open your match!
Teo chuckled to himself as he turned down to look at the mysterious envelope. He snaked a finger between the folds of paper and gently flipped the top open, barely even tearing the stamp. He reached inside to find a piece of folded vellum stationery with three simple words on it.
Versus Gemini Battle.
They had managed to surprise him after all.
Wrestling with Shadows
Gemini Battle. The name rang out to him like a gunshot wound to the chest. Teo had expected to see any name in there. Joey Flash, Johnny Fly, some kind of joke from Corey thinking he was giving the veterans an easy night, but this…
The last time he had faced Gemini Battle was in the King of All Media match. Teddy Blaze was at the height of his powers, and had done everything he could to not only build an internet empire, but to try and steal the television title right out from under Gemini’s nose. Gemini had been the unintentional posterchild for Blaze’s rise, a victim to his momentum. Blaze had personally pinned Gemini on his first night as champion and twisted the knife of the victory with every single waking moment, to do everything in his power to use his platform to remind the world that he had beaten Gemini on what should have been the happiest night of his life.
Teo wasn’t proud of what he had done, but he had never gotten the chance to apologize. Before he knew what had happened, Gemini Battle was dead.
Just like that, without Teo getting the chance to undo any of the damage, one of the most underappreciated men in WCF, one of the brightest burning flames was snuffed under a tidal wave of jeers.
Jeers that Blaze had relished, a fall that he had accelerated. Even at the height of their rivalry, when the whole of the media stood in the balance, Gemini had been willing to cooperate with Blaze. With their bare hands they took the time to put Howard Stern through a table, paralyzing him in the middle of the match.
Fortunately they would never see him again, but Teo couldn’t help but remember the look on the Radio DJ’s face.
Howard Stern: “Only I can be king of all media!”
Well, when you climb the ladder, sometimes you get put through a table.
Teo chuckled to himself at the memory. In that brief instant, during that flash of cooperation, he had found common ground with the man he had tried so hard to use as a springboard, to step on the back of on the way to the top.
There was no other word for this but unfinished business.
When a man came back from the grave, when he pushed himself beyond the realm of the immortal, there was only one explanation.
Revenge.
Not the Pay-per-view, the driving desire to put right that one final instance of failure, the nail in the coffin, the unpaid bill.
And Teo’s name was on the ticket. Gemini Battle was back from the afterlife, and it could only mean that he had to settle the lost debt, to reclaim the loss that was Teo’s.
For a brief instant, Teo considered letting him.
Laying down and letting Gemini move on in peace.
But Teo knew better.
He knew that Gemini Battle of all people would not be able to rest with a victory handed to him out of sympathy.
He’d burn in hell first.
Pardon the expression.
There was only one way to quiet a vengeful ghost, and that was to beat the hell out of him until he stopped coming back.
Corey Black had placed Teo right in the crosshairs of a vengeful spirit and he wasn’t even kind enough to toss him a bottle of holy water.
But Teo had been in this situation before.
One way or another, he had to give Gemini what he wanted.
One final chance to set it right.
To put down the man who pushed him closer to the end.
Win, lose, or draw, Teo had no choice.
As Teddy Blaze he had hated Gemini Battle and everything he stood for.
But now? He had no hate left to give.
Putting Gemini Battle down.
Sending him back to the afterlife.
It was an act of love.
But if ever there’s been one constant, undying truth in pro-wrestling
Sometimes, love hurts.
