Post by Teo Blaze on Oct 30, 2018 22:59:11 GMT -5
Three years.
It had been almost three years exactly since Teo had lost the Television Championship. And now, he sat in the locker room, staring at it.
It was almost unreal.
Gemini Battle had kept it from his reach, and John Rabid after that.
The first belt that he had won, that Jonny Fly had entrusted him to carry.
And as he looked at the belt, propped up on a fancy stand in the corner of the elaborate throne room, the place where he had delivered his promo the previous week, he couldn't help but stare at it.
As though he could close his eyes to blink, and it would be gone again.
It was like a phantasm before him, a reminder of a quest. To ascend.
To prove that he was in fact exactly what he claimed to be.
The King of all Media.
As he stares lovingly at his prize, the golden treasure that only proved what he had been saying for months, his mouth slowly opened to speak.
Teo Blaze: The Queen is dead.
Long live the king.
Teo's face curls into a grin, looking for all the world like a proud parent, smiling at the belt as though it were a lost child, come home. A prodigal son.
Teo Blaze: Are you listening yet, WCF?
I know you think my words are bluster, my threats nothing more than empty promises. But have you stopped to look what I've been doing while you've been laughing?
Since being eliminated from WAR in record time, I have reinvented myself. I have rebuilt myself and regained the crown that I never lost, as undisputed King of All Media. I have created the most watched segment in years on Slam, THE most talked about broadcast on Television today.
And as if that weren't enough, I have claimed the prize that most represents the WCF media ever since my poor internet title went the way of the buffalo.
I am now once again not only your King of All Media, I am your Television Champion. For the THIRD time.
Teo grins, looking down at the floor, the polished marble reflecting his own image.
Teo Blaze: But you all knew that already. Belt or no belt, they've been saying for years that I am the most must-see superstar in the WCF, a man who puts the entertainment of his fans above all else, rain or shine.
Now I'm being told that I'm to defend this belt against Kennedy Matthews, to give her a chance to reclaim her glory.
Teo laughs out loud at the word "glory"
Teo Blaze: More like erase her embarassment, am I right?
Ah, Kennedy Matthews. She may be a windbag more full of hot air than a microwave popcorn bag, a talentless hack who places more emphasis on repetitive, slow promos than the United States congress, who stinks up the airwaves each week with rhetorical filibusters and whose gimmick relies solely on people forgetting that she has as much personality as two basketballs nailed to a two-by four...
But at least she's kind of attractive?
You know, in that "little girl trying way too hard for attention" kinda way. You know what I'm talking about, WCF, the kind of person who looks like she fell face-first into her makeup kit and decided to just go with it? The Katherine Phoenix look, in other words.
Teo rolls his eyes as he grins at the belt.
Teo Blaze: Don't be fooled, WCF. For all of her long-winded ranting, at the end of the day, you have to stop and look at Kennedy Matthews for what she is. Spoiled, arrogant, and only useful because she happens to be female.
She's definitely no Bonnie Blue or Sarah Twilight, that's for sure.
Teo looks down at his watch and smiles, looking up from his throne of Media with his usual grin.
Teo Blaze: You can call me cocky for not taking Matthews more seriously, you can call me an arrogant son of a bitch.
You're not wrong.
Who knows, maybe she'll surprise me.
But I doubt it. She's so formulaic that Gerber'll be giving her a call any day now.
But WCF wants me to kick her teeth in at Helloween, to give the people exactly what they want, Kennedy Matthews taken out on a stretcher.
And who am I to deny the people their most treasured wish?
Teo turns and stands, walking into a hallway on the side of the throne room. As he leaves, the camera pans slowly over to focus on the WCF Television Title as it fades to black.
