Post by Teo Blaze on Oct 14, 2018 22:55:48 GMT -5
This was not the way that Teo Blaze had wanted to spend his Saturday.
The office was bright, flourescently lit, and the hum of the long, tube-like lights gave a calming, humming sound. A droning, buzzing noise that seemed to fill the office with...well, the kind of sound that frankly made Teo want to fall asleep in his chair.
Or maybe that was the voice coming from the man seated across from him.
Teo knew the type. Starched shirt with a stiff collar, a perfect pair of reading glasses perched just so, hair slicked off to one side, hands folded on the fake wood of the conference room table...
The WCF higher-ups never wanted to spring for real wood, now that he thought about it. Probably a sound investment though, the average lifespan of a table in the WCF was one broadcast or less. Investing in quality furniture was a losing investment in the wrestling game. Probably for the best though, seeing as how the folding chairs were perfect for-
Lawyer: Mr. Del Sol, are you listening to me?
Teo shook his head roughly at the sudden sharp question, having drifted off from listening to the man's long, drawn out speech. He smiled with a look of minor embarassment and nodded his head with an exaggerated enthusiasm.
The lawyer didn't buy it, rolling his eyes at Blaze with a look that you might give to a dog that had just wet the carpet.
Lawyer: As I was saying, you can't possibly expect WCF to be on board with this "Must-See TV" Idea.
Teo's eyebrows lower with annoyance as he looked at the prim and proper man seated across from him. Something about the way he said it just made Teo want to grab him and-
Teo Blaze: Doesn't matter who's on board, sir. That's what "Pirate Broadcast" means, after all.
Now it's the Lawyer's turn to lower his eyebrows, looking at Teo with the kind of derision normally reserved for a rebellious toddler.
Lawyer: Well as long as you plan on having it during WCF Television, then WCF will be held responsible for whatever it is you have planned. Speaking of which, you've still yet to submit a script for your-
Teo Blaze: WHOA Whoa whoa! Listen to you throwing around the "S" word. Do you think that Johnny Carson ever needed a script? Did George Carlin ever need a script? I don't know if you've been paying attention, but Slam is LIVE TV, "Sir", and quite frankly I have about as much intention of memorizing lines as I do of walking out naked to the ring!
...
Although imagine the ratings if-
Lawyer: That's enough of that particular thought! Ratings are not the issue, the point is that people will assume that WCF condones whatever it is you do out there. You've been calling yourself the voice of WCF after all, and all we need is for NBC or CNN or Ellen to run a story about how scandalous Slam is, all because you told us to "trust you"
Teo Blaze: So you're saying you want me to beat up Ellen Degeneres?
Lawyer: I would appreciate it if you'd take this seriously!
Teo Blaze: Ha! Not my style, mack. You want serious, you have a long laundry list of people to choose from. You know what I take serious? Wrestling. I take my matches seriously. I take Slam seriously. I take the PEOPLE of WCF, the WCF GALAXY seriously.
But your veiled threats and paranoia about what I plan to put on the airwaves? Please.
Look at the internet, check the trends! More people have been curious about Must See TV than what Taylor Swift had for breakfast! #MustSeeTV is the hottest trending tag that doesn't have anything to do with an elected official! The people want to see what I can bring to the table, and you're standing here holding me by the collar because you're scared of a little FCC interference?
Lawyer: Look, the point is that if you want your little show to go off, then you're going to have to tell me exactly what you have planned for this week.
At this point, Teo no longer is able to keep up the facade of the happy employee. His eyebrows have curled into a look of annoyance and his demeanor has shifted to the showman that people are known for.
Teo Blaze: You want to know what my plans are for this week? Let me spell it out for you.
I'm going to come to Slam, I'm going to go out, whether or not you or Corey Black or WHOEVER decides to pull the plug in the production truck, heck I'll shoot from inside the production truck if I need to. I am commandeering the air waves on behalf of the WCF Galaxy and I am going to bring them a show the likes of which will be talked about until the cows come home. I am going to prove to the world what the WCF people already know, and that's when you call on Teddy Blaze, you get a show.
Ask Dune, as John Rabid, ask anyone what happens when you get on my radar.
I'm going to hold a celebration of entertainment, a festival of freedom, and anyone who tries to stop me is getting mowed down.
Teo reaches out to his side, where his newly minted sceptre, a miniature version of the Internet Championship at its tip, has been sitting.
Teo Blaze: Then I'm going to go out to that ring and I'm going to have a match, and with the WCF Galaxy at my back, I'm going to beat James Wolf's ass blacker and bluer than Kurt Navarro did!
James Wolf, or as I like to call him "Day late and Dollar Short" given that those words describe his performance in that Television Title match last week.
I mean, it's the Television Championship! THE most prestigious belt in this company, bar NONE! And he went for it like it was an obligation, like he was being forced to.
It is my duty, my sworn responsibility to beat some sense into him after watching him squander an opportunity that so many would KILL to have.
Teo suddenly changes slightly as if a thought has occured to him.
Teo Blaze: You know, it's a shame that he did lose worse than a pee-wee baseball team in the world series, because that Television Championship would look awfully swell on the set of Must-see TV.
Teo smiles, thinking to himself, it's clear an idea has entered his head.
Teo Blaze: That's right, and after this week, I'll have a victory over its most recent #1 contender.
He nods, smiling to himself as he turns and walks towards the door.
Lawyer: Uh, Mr. del Sol? We weren't done talking yet, I haven't given you permission to air your broadcast!
As Teo closes the door, a loud, almost unhinged laugh echoes from the hallway.
Teo Blaze: Heh heh heh... Just try and stop me.
The office was bright, flourescently lit, and the hum of the long, tube-like lights gave a calming, humming sound. A droning, buzzing noise that seemed to fill the office with...well, the kind of sound that frankly made Teo want to fall asleep in his chair.
Or maybe that was the voice coming from the man seated across from him.
Teo knew the type. Starched shirt with a stiff collar, a perfect pair of reading glasses perched just so, hair slicked off to one side, hands folded on the fake wood of the conference room table...
The WCF higher-ups never wanted to spring for real wood, now that he thought about it. Probably a sound investment though, the average lifespan of a table in the WCF was one broadcast or less. Investing in quality furniture was a losing investment in the wrestling game. Probably for the best though, seeing as how the folding chairs were perfect for-
Lawyer: Mr. Del Sol, are you listening to me?
Teo shook his head roughly at the sudden sharp question, having drifted off from listening to the man's long, drawn out speech. He smiled with a look of minor embarassment and nodded his head with an exaggerated enthusiasm.
The lawyer didn't buy it, rolling his eyes at Blaze with a look that you might give to a dog that had just wet the carpet.
Lawyer: As I was saying, you can't possibly expect WCF to be on board with this "Must-See TV" Idea.
Teo's eyebrows lower with annoyance as he looked at the prim and proper man seated across from him. Something about the way he said it just made Teo want to grab him and-
Teo Blaze: Doesn't matter who's on board, sir. That's what "Pirate Broadcast" means, after all.
Now it's the Lawyer's turn to lower his eyebrows, looking at Teo with the kind of derision normally reserved for a rebellious toddler.
Lawyer: Well as long as you plan on having it during WCF Television, then WCF will be held responsible for whatever it is you have planned. Speaking of which, you've still yet to submit a script for your-
Teo Blaze: WHOA Whoa whoa! Listen to you throwing around the "S" word. Do you think that Johnny Carson ever needed a script? Did George Carlin ever need a script? I don't know if you've been paying attention, but Slam is LIVE TV, "Sir", and quite frankly I have about as much intention of memorizing lines as I do of walking out naked to the ring!
...
Although imagine the ratings if-
Lawyer: That's enough of that particular thought! Ratings are not the issue, the point is that people will assume that WCF condones whatever it is you do out there. You've been calling yourself the voice of WCF after all, and all we need is for NBC or CNN or Ellen to run a story about how scandalous Slam is, all because you told us to "trust you"
Teo Blaze: So you're saying you want me to beat up Ellen Degeneres?
Lawyer: I would appreciate it if you'd take this seriously!
Teo Blaze: Ha! Not my style, mack. You want serious, you have a long laundry list of people to choose from. You know what I take serious? Wrestling. I take my matches seriously. I take Slam seriously. I take the PEOPLE of WCF, the WCF GALAXY seriously.
But your veiled threats and paranoia about what I plan to put on the airwaves? Please.
Look at the internet, check the trends! More people have been curious about Must See TV than what Taylor Swift had for breakfast! #MustSeeTV is the hottest trending tag that doesn't have anything to do with an elected official! The people want to see what I can bring to the table, and you're standing here holding me by the collar because you're scared of a little FCC interference?
Lawyer: Look, the point is that if you want your little show to go off, then you're going to have to tell me exactly what you have planned for this week.
At this point, Teo no longer is able to keep up the facade of the happy employee. His eyebrows have curled into a look of annoyance and his demeanor has shifted to the showman that people are known for.
Teo Blaze: You want to know what my plans are for this week? Let me spell it out for you.
I'm going to come to Slam, I'm going to go out, whether or not you or Corey Black or WHOEVER decides to pull the plug in the production truck, heck I'll shoot from inside the production truck if I need to. I am commandeering the air waves on behalf of the WCF Galaxy and I am going to bring them a show the likes of which will be talked about until the cows come home. I am going to prove to the world what the WCF people already know, and that's when you call on Teddy Blaze, you get a show.
Ask Dune, as John Rabid, ask anyone what happens when you get on my radar.
I'm going to hold a celebration of entertainment, a festival of freedom, and anyone who tries to stop me is getting mowed down.
Teo reaches out to his side, where his newly minted sceptre, a miniature version of the Internet Championship at its tip, has been sitting.
Teo Blaze: Then I'm going to go out to that ring and I'm going to have a match, and with the WCF Galaxy at my back, I'm going to beat James Wolf's ass blacker and bluer than Kurt Navarro did!
James Wolf, or as I like to call him "Day late and Dollar Short" given that those words describe his performance in that Television Title match last week.
I mean, it's the Television Championship! THE most prestigious belt in this company, bar NONE! And he went for it like it was an obligation, like he was being forced to.
It is my duty, my sworn responsibility to beat some sense into him after watching him squander an opportunity that so many would KILL to have.
Teo suddenly changes slightly as if a thought has occured to him.
Teo Blaze: You know, it's a shame that he did lose worse than a pee-wee baseball team in the world series, because that Television Championship would look awfully swell on the set of Must-see TV.
Teo smiles, thinking to himself, it's clear an idea has entered his head.
Teo Blaze: That's right, and after this week, I'll have a victory over its most recent #1 contender.
He nods, smiling to himself as he turns and walks towards the door.
Lawyer: Uh, Mr. del Sol? We weren't done talking yet, I haven't given you permission to air your broadcast!
As Teo closes the door, a loud, almost unhinged laugh echoes from the hallway.
Teo Blaze: Heh heh heh... Just try and stop me.
