Post by Teo Blaze on Sept 29, 2018 20:18:15 GMT -5
June 15, 2014
WCF Slam
ONE!
TWO!
Blaze crawls up to the apron!
THREE!
Blaze just misses the foot of Xavier!
<DING!-DING!-DING!>
Zach Davis: Blaze failed to break up the pin. Jason Xavier is victorious in his debut after that flipping piledriver finisher…Arabella has to be broken in half. She’s still not moving.
The memories swirl in Teo’s head. Ghosts on an empty wall. But why now? Why that match?
That was before Hector.
Before the mask.
Before everything.
The Luchador stands, head held high, in the Mexican desert. It's a familiar sight, but no less unforgiving.
He sighs, wiping a sandblasted forearm over his sweat-wringed brow.
He had wandered long, and far in search of answers, but received only pained visions of defeat.
He wanted the answer. Where was his spirit, his passion? His fire?
He stomped his feet in the sand in frustration, but the effort proved too much to bear. He tumbled, head over feet over a particularly hard dune.
With a thud and a dry gasp, he let out a croak of pain as he stared up at the cloudless sky.
But...he did not see the sun.
He blinked in confusion. The heat told him he was in the noonday blister, yet that welcoming ball of flame had disappeared.
Instead, a figure stood over him.
A figure wearing a long, black robe.
Teo stared at the specter, looked at it. It was tall, gaunt, skeletal. It's faceless hood offered him no emotion as it locked what would be eyes upon his own.
Teo Del Sol: Do you have the answer I seek?
The figure did not respond, not at first.
Then, slowly, it raised its cloaked arm, pointing off across the sandblasted landscape.
With a titanic effort, Teo turned his head towards the horizon...where he could just barely make out a speck of green. He turned back to look at the specter, to question him further.
But he was gone.
Teo lay upon the dry sands, and a realization hit him.
He had to follow the sands to that green dot.
And so he did.
With a grunt, and a groan, this barely able to move luchador, wearing a wrestling mask and a pair of jeans, pulled himself to his bare feet and began a journey.
Each step was a battle.
Every inch a victory.
And believe me when I say that it was an arduous trip. Hours passed, though the sun stayed locked in the noonday sky.
Then finally…
He fell face forward, able to walk no more.
Onto a patch of green soft grass.
With a burst of effort. He managed to slowly lift his head, and in front of him, a pool of crystal blue water.
Teo smiled, staring at the peaceful scene. Almost frantically, he plunged toward the water, but the mask covered his face.
Without even a thought, he ripped it free, and began drinking handfuls of the life giving water, pouring down his dry throat, washing away the pain of the day.
And then, he felt something sharp. He recoiled in pain as his hand brushed it.
He thought to keep drinking, but curiosity got the better of him.
Slowly, he reached into the water, down to the murky bottom.
And sure enough, he found something. Something metallic.
With a bit of effort in his weary state, he yanked, and managed to pull free…
A pair of bright red glasses.
It was at this moment Teo realized the Spectre had been watching him.
And it was holding the discarded mask.
Teo froze in place, the glasses in his hand.
He looked at the faceless being, holding the symbol of his past.
“No” a voice echoed in his mind, a powerful voice.
“You came to this place of death to find out why you could not recapture your true self, your past.
What you have been denying this whole time, with this entire charade of yours, Teo…
Is that you were Teddy Blaze first. You were always Teddy Blaze on the inside. Teo was never the true self. Teo Del Sol will always be…
A mask.”
The specter looked at the mask hanging from his hands.
“You are weak, you do not comprehend this but it is truth. Put the mask away. It had its time. Go forth to WAR as you were always meant to be.”
Teo looked at the glasses, then at the specter.
Teo Del Sol: But what if I am not good enough?
The specter did not respond, staring at him with the same blank nothingness.
“Then at least you will be pretending no longer. You thought when you rejoined your two halves that you were bringing back Teo. But the truth is, Teo was NOT the real you. Embrace it, Teo Blaze. Go forth to WAR as an awoken man, a pretender no longer.”
Teo looked down at the glasses, shining. Reflecting the noon sun. He had always considered himself a child of the sun. Fiery. Passionate.
As he looked at the lens, he felt a heat. Not from the outside, but within.
He stared deeply into the lenses with a smile, a smile as genuine as any he had ever felt.
Teo Blaze.
He rather liked the sound of that.
WCF Slam
ONE!
TWO!
Blaze crawls up to the apron!
THREE!
Blaze just misses the foot of Xavier!
<DING!-DING!-DING!>
Zach Davis: Blaze failed to break up the pin. Jason Xavier is victorious in his debut after that flipping piledriver finisher…Arabella has to be broken in half. She’s still not moving.
The memories swirl in Teo’s head. Ghosts on an empty wall. But why now? Why that match?
That was before Hector.
Before the mask.
Before everything.
The Luchador stands, head held high, in the Mexican desert. It's a familiar sight, but no less unforgiving.
He sighs, wiping a sandblasted forearm over his sweat-wringed brow.
He had wandered long, and far in search of answers, but received only pained visions of defeat.
He wanted the answer. Where was his spirit, his passion? His fire?
He stomped his feet in the sand in frustration, but the effort proved too much to bear. He tumbled, head over feet over a particularly hard dune.
With a thud and a dry gasp, he let out a croak of pain as he stared up at the cloudless sky.
But...he did not see the sun.
He blinked in confusion. The heat told him he was in the noonday blister, yet that welcoming ball of flame had disappeared.
Instead, a figure stood over him.
A figure wearing a long, black robe.
Teo stared at the specter, looked at it. It was tall, gaunt, skeletal. It's faceless hood offered him no emotion as it locked what would be eyes upon his own.
Teo Del Sol: Do you have the answer I seek?
The figure did not respond, not at first.
Then, slowly, it raised its cloaked arm, pointing off across the sandblasted landscape.
With a titanic effort, Teo turned his head towards the horizon...where he could just barely make out a speck of green. He turned back to look at the specter, to question him further.
But he was gone.
Teo lay upon the dry sands, and a realization hit him.
He had to follow the sands to that green dot.
And so he did.
With a grunt, and a groan, this barely able to move luchador, wearing a wrestling mask and a pair of jeans, pulled himself to his bare feet and began a journey.
Each step was a battle.
Every inch a victory.
And believe me when I say that it was an arduous trip. Hours passed, though the sun stayed locked in the noonday sky.
Then finally…
He fell face forward, able to walk no more.
Onto a patch of green soft grass.
With a burst of effort. He managed to slowly lift his head, and in front of him, a pool of crystal blue water.
Teo smiled, staring at the peaceful scene. Almost frantically, he plunged toward the water, but the mask covered his face.
Without even a thought, he ripped it free, and began drinking handfuls of the life giving water, pouring down his dry throat, washing away the pain of the day.
And then, he felt something sharp. He recoiled in pain as his hand brushed it.
He thought to keep drinking, but curiosity got the better of him.
Slowly, he reached into the water, down to the murky bottom.
And sure enough, he found something. Something metallic.
With a bit of effort in his weary state, he yanked, and managed to pull free…
A pair of bright red glasses.
It was at this moment Teo realized the Spectre had been watching him.
And it was holding the discarded mask.
Teo froze in place, the glasses in his hand.
He looked at the faceless being, holding the symbol of his past.
“No” a voice echoed in his mind, a powerful voice.
“You came to this place of death to find out why you could not recapture your true self, your past.
What you have been denying this whole time, with this entire charade of yours, Teo…
Is that you were Teddy Blaze first. You were always Teddy Blaze on the inside. Teo was never the true self. Teo Del Sol will always be…
A mask.”
The specter looked at the mask hanging from his hands.
“You are weak, you do not comprehend this but it is truth. Put the mask away. It had its time. Go forth to WAR as you were always meant to be.”
Teo looked at the glasses, then at the specter.
Teo Del Sol: But what if I am not good enough?
The specter did not respond, staring at him with the same blank nothingness.
“Then at least you will be pretending no longer. You thought when you rejoined your two halves that you were bringing back Teo. But the truth is, Teo was NOT the real you. Embrace it, Teo Blaze. Go forth to WAR as an awoken man, a pretender no longer.”
Teo looked down at the glasses, shining. Reflecting the noon sun. He had always considered himself a child of the sun. Fiery. Passionate.
As he looked at the lens, he felt a heat. Not from the outside, but within.
He stared deeply into the lenses with a smile, a smile as genuine as any he had ever felt.
Teo Blaze.
He rather liked the sound of that.
