Post by Teo Blaze on Nov 9, 2017 12:46:48 GMT -5
"The fans abandoned me the moment someone better came along."
Freddy Whoa: Habanero High Dive!
1!
"I ended my best friend's WCF career to be here! If you want to boo that, then I'm not going to stop you!"
2!
"I know who I am John Rabid, and I'm going to stop you, one way or another."
Zach Davis: Back to the Minors! Andre is out!
"The fans are chanting John Rabid's name! Teo is despondent on the outside, but we have a new world champion!"
"I can't stand this! When is it going to be my time??"
3!
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god! Oh my god!
Zach Davis: The most fragile Friendship in WCF has produced perhaps the most unexpected tag team champions ever!
Freddy Whoa: After nearly a year of near misses, Teo del Sol and Kyle Kemp are champions in WCF again!
Freddy Whoa: Habanero High Dive!
1!
"I ended my best friend's WCF career to be here! If you want to boo that, then I'm not going to stop you!"
2!
"I know who I am John Rabid, and I'm going to stop you, one way or another."
Zach Davis: Back to the Minors! Andre is out!
"The fans are chanting John Rabid's name! Teo is despondent on the outside, but we have a new world champion!"
"I can't stand this! When is it going to be my time??"
3!
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god! Oh my god!
Zach Davis: The most fragile Friendship in WCF has produced perhaps the most unexpected tag team champions ever!
Freddy Whoa: After nearly a year of near misses, Teo del Sol and Kyle Kemp are champions in WCF again!
The scene opens on an empty locker room, the lights have dimmed.
The main event is playing out on a screen in the corner, the audience roaring in anticipation of the title match.
The door bursts open roughly, and with a cacophony of footsteps, a man stumbles into the locker room. The pace of his breath betrays his exhaustion as he gasps for air, sucking oxygen with a gasping, almost wheezing rhythm. He pushes his way towards one of the lockers and half lays, half collapses onto the bench, staring up at the lights. The camera slowly pans down to his left hand, where grasped tightly is the omnipresent and recognizable gold of a championship belt.
The man runs his free hand through his short, dirty blonde hair, and stares up at the ceiling, not quite sure what to think. If the belt didn't give it away, it's now perilously clear who occupies this space, none other than the man of the people, Teo del Sol.
He slowly picks up the belt and holds it over his head, staring into the polished metal, looking at the name plate, still engraved with "Jayson Price".
He had dreamed about this title.
So long he had had the chance to be next to it. To watch others hold it.
As a member of the People's Choice, Spencer Adams and Vic Venable, his partners, had held the titles proudly at his side.
He had gotten a shot at it, but his own partner had faltered, grabbing one for himself and leaving the other for Stephen Singh.
The night of ONE, he had beaten Kyle Kemp, the tag team champion, but the belt had not been on the line.
Kyle Kemp...his partner.
He had been trying to force the thought to process for almost an entire week, but he still couldn't get the thought through his head.
Teo del Sol and Kyle Kemp....partners.
He didn't think Kyle realized it yet. He had aspirations towards higher callings, towards the Omega Championship.
But as Teo stared at the prestigious belt that he now held, the same belt that countless WCF names had held before him, a belt that had been passed down from man to man, from hall of famers to jobbers and back again...he couldn't help but feel something new. Something awakening in him.
With a look into that gleaming silver, Teo's mouth began to open slowly, as if speaking directly to the championship belt.
Teo del So: Look at you.
Look at you, you beautiful thing.
I can't believe that after all this time, you're finally in my hands.
Legends have held you.
Icons.
The Vapor Kings, The Thickness, Joey Flash and Jonny Fly, Beach Krew....
Now here you are.
Out of the blue.
With someone like me.
Teo sighs deeply to himself, placing the title delicately into the locker behind him, and looked down at the floor.
Teo del Sol: I don't know if I deserve you.
This...this has been a rough year.
I put so many months into trying to get that World Title.
Trying to win the WCF classic.
Trying to get into Showdown.
Trying to get people to notice me, to pay attention.
Then...all that work, the months of planning, the months of grinding my way to the top, it finally paid off. The main event of a pay-per-view.
And I came within inches.
Less than a second of that world championship.
It broke something inside me.
It made me want to stop doing this.
Only for a second.
To have all that work, all that waiting, just disappear without even getting my shoulders pinned to the mat.
To have missed out on history by one second.
It made me hurt.
I spent so many months watching so many names win titles, titles I knew that I could win, that I could claim.
All holding out for that world title.
I put every egg into it.
Then, at the last second, the ball was intercepted.
The moment I thought was mine grabbed by someone else.
That....that did a number.
It made me question whether or not that was the end.
Yet here you are.
Here you are, dropped right into my lap without warning, out of the blue.
History made on a Slam that nobody saw coming.
A belt held by a legend.
Now mine.
Teo sighs, staring up at the monitor, where John Rabid has retained his TV championship yet again. Teo smirks, some part of him still wishing he was the man holding up that TV belt.
Teo: No.
This is bigger than me.
That attitude, it was selfish.
They say you have to be a little bit selfish to win in this business.
That you can't make friends.
But it's an irony.
My friends are the reason I'm still here.
The ones who patted my back and the ones who kicked my ass.
The ones who made the WCF galaxy what it is today.
If they had let me give up, had let me drop out.
You wouldn't be here with me right now.
Teo sighs to himself, staring up at the lights.
Teo del Sol: I wish there was some way to tell the WCF Galaxy...to tell them I'm sorry.
That I'm sorry that I let it get to me.
That I'm sorry that I cracked.
That I put so much value into that world title that I ended up devaluing the very people that make it matter.
I treated my match like the be-all, end all, and I didn't know what to do when it wasn't the be-all.
But the people kept cheering.
They kept wanting me to walk to that ring.
Teo turns and picks up the tag team championship, staring proudly into its lustrous finish.
Teo del Sol: ...I can't tell them I'm sorry. The words don't mean anything.
They're the very first thing I should do, but far from the only thing.
I have to make it up to them.
I have to treat you like my world title.
Even if it means getting along with my worst enemy...You are my chance to pay back the WCF Galaxy for not letting me slip away.
Teo reaches into his bag, pulling out the smiling mask and looking into it with a smile almost as big.
It won't be easy, but there are bridges that I need to rebuild.
It starts with you, you precious piece of history.
Thank you for coming to me.
Thank you for helping me through when I was lower than I ever thought I could be.
There is always a light at the end of that tunnel.
I think it's time I started acting like it again.
Teo smiles, lifting the mask up to the light. The flourescent beam shines off the polished wood, casting a smiling shadow down over the luchador as the light passes through the openings.
Kyle Kemp: Hey.
In the moment, Teo had temporarily let his concentration slip. Standing in the open door of the locker room is his new tag team partner, the other half of...this new team.
Kyle Kemp: Listen here, Sol. I don't like you. You know I don't like you. I would just as soon put you to sleep again and defend these belts by myself.
Teo merely looks at Kyle, the confrontational would-be friend standing in the doorway.
Kyle Kemp: But...damn it....but good job tonight. You had my back out there.
Teo stares at Kyle with raised eyebrows, not sure how to react. He begins to open his mouth, and fights back a joke.
Teo del Sol: You're welcome.
The two stare at each other, a palpable tension hanging in the air of the locker room. Kyle's look still is made up mostly of contempt, though it has softened slightly as his eyes look down to Teo's tag belt.
Kyle Kemp: You're still finding your own ride home. Limos are for multi-time tag champs.
Kyle turns and walks out of the locker room, and Teo can only chuckle at the remark as he reaches into the bag to retrieve a bus pass.
Teo del Sol: Every man, woman, or child in the WCF galaxy was here for me. I owe them apologies and thank you's for it. I think it's about time I start paying them back.
The main event is playing out on a screen in the corner, the audience roaring in anticipation of the title match.
The door bursts open roughly, and with a cacophony of footsteps, a man stumbles into the locker room. The pace of his breath betrays his exhaustion as he gasps for air, sucking oxygen with a gasping, almost wheezing rhythm. He pushes his way towards one of the lockers and half lays, half collapses onto the bench, staring up at the lights. The camera slowly pans down to his left hand, where grasped tightly is the omnipresent and recognizable gold of a championship belt.
The man runs his free hand through his short, dirty blonde hair, and stares up at the ceiling, not quite sure what to think. If the belt didn't give it away, it's now perilously clear who occupies this space, none other than the man of the people, Teo del Sol.
He slowly picks up the belt and holds it over his head, staring into the polished metal, looking at the name plate, still engraved with "Jayson Price".
He had dreamed about this title.
So long he had had the chance to be next to it. To watch others hold it.
As a member of the People's Choice, Spencer Adams and Vic Venable, his partners, had held the titles proudly at his side.
He had gotten a shot at it, but his own partner had faltered, grabbing one for himself and leaving the other for Stephen Singh.
The night of ONE, he had beaten Kyle Kemp, the tag team champion, but the belt had not been on the line.
Kyle Kemp...his partner.
He had been trying to force the thought to process for almost an entire week, but he still couldn't get the thought through his head.
Teo del Sol and Kyle Kemp....partners.
He didn't think Kyle realized it yet. He had aspirations towards higher callings, towards the Omega Championship.
But as Teo stared at the prestigious belt that he now held, the same belt that countless WCF names had held before him, a belt that had been passed down from man to man, from hall of famers to jobbers and back again...he couldn't help but feel something new. Something awakening in him.
With a look into that gleaming silver, Teo's mouth began to open slowly, as if speaking directly to the championship belt.
Teo del So: Look at you.
Look at you, you beautiful thing.
I can't believe that after all this time, you're finally in my hands.
Legends have held you.
Icons.
The Vapor Kings, The Thickness, Joey Flash and Jonny Fly, Beach Krew....
Now here you are.
Out of the blue.
With someone like me.
Teo sighs deeply to himself, placing the title delicately into the locker behind him, and looked down at the floor.
Teo del Sol: I don't know if I deserve you.
This...this has been a rough year.
I put so many months into trying to get that World Title.
Trying to win the WCF classic.
Trying to get into Showdown.
Trying to get people to notice me, to pay attention.
Then...all that work, the months of planning, the months of grinding my way to the top, it finally paid off. The main event of a pay-per-view.
And I came within inches.
Less than a second of that world championship.
It broke something inside me.
It made me want to stop doing this.
Only for a second.
To have all that work, all that waiting, just disappear without even getting my shoulders pinned to the mat.
To have missed out on history by one second.
It made me hurt.
I spent so many months watching so many names win titles, titles I knew that I could win, that I could claim.
All holding out for that world title.
I put every egg into it.
Then, at the last second, the ball was intercepted.
The moment I thought was mine grabbed by someone else.
That....that did a number.
It made me question whether or not that was the end.
Yet here you are.
Here you are, dropped right into my lap without warning, out of the blue.
History made on a Slam that nobody saw coming.
A belt held by a legend.
Now mine.
Teo sighs, staring up at the monitor, where John Rabid has retained his TV championship yet again. Teo smirks, some part of him still wishing he was the man holding up that TV belt.
Teo: No.
This is bigger than me.
That attitude, it was selfish.
They say you have to be a little bit selfish to win in this business.
That you can't make friends.
But it's an irony.
My friends are the reason I'm still here.
The ones who patted my back and the ones who kicked my ass.
The ones who made the WCF galaxy what it is today.
If they had let me give up, had let me drop out.
You wouldn't be here with me right now.
Teo sighs to himself, staring up at the lights.
Teo del Sol: I wish there was some way to tell the WCF Galaxy...to tell them I'm sorry.
That I'm sorry that I let it get to me.
That I'm sorry that I cracked.
That I put so much value into that world title that I ended up devaluing the very people that make it matter.
I treated my match like the be-all, end all, and I didn't know what to do when it wasn't the be-all.
But the people kept cheering.
They kept wanting me to walk to that ring.
Teo turns and picks up the tag team championship, staring proudly into its lustrous finish.
Teo del Sol: ...I can't tell them I'm sorry. The words don't mean anything.
They're the very first thing I should do, but far from the only thing.
I have to make it up to them.
I have to treat you like my world title.
Even if it means getting along with my worst enemy...You are my chance to pay back the WCF Galaxy for not letting me slip away.
Teo reaches into his bag, pulling out the smiling mask and looking into it with a smile almost as big.
It won't be easy, but there are bridges that I need to rebuild.
It starts with you, you precious piece of history.
Thank you for coming to me.
Thank you for helping me through when I was lower than I ever thought I could be.
There is always a light at the end of that tunnel.
I think it's time I started acting like it again.
Teo smiles, lifting the mask up to the light. The flourescent beam shines off the polished wood, casting a smiling shadow down over the luchador as the light passes through the openings.
Kyle Kemp: Hey.
In the moment, Teo had temporarily let his concentration slip. Standing in the open door of the locker room is his new tag team partner, the other half of...this new team.
Kyle Kemp: Listen here, Sol. I don't like you. You know I don't like you. I would just as soon put you to sleep again and defend these belts by myself.
Teo merely looks at Kyle, the confrontational would-be friend standing in the doorway.
Kyle Kemp: But...damn it....but good job tonight. You had my back out there.
Teo stares at Kyle with raised eyebrows, not sure how to react. He begins to open his mouth, and fights back a joke.
Teo del Sol: You're welcome.
The two stare at each other, a palpable tension hanging in the air of the locker room. Kyle's look still is made up mostly of contempt, though it has softened slightly as his eyes look down to Teo's tag belt.
Kyle Kemp: You're still finding your own ride home. Limos are for multi-time tag champs.
Kyle turns and walks out of the locker room, and Teo can only chuckle at the remark as he reaches into the bag to retrieve a bus pass.
Teo del Sol: Every man, woman, or child in the WCF galaxy was here for me. I owe them apologies and thank you's for it. I think it's about time I start paying them back.
