Post by Omar Azure (Blue Dragon) on Dec 22, 2023 14:45:25 GMT -6
Barnes-Jewish Hospital
St. Louse, Missouri
(After Ignite and in the
Early Morning Hours of)
Sunday, Dec 17th, 2023
In the sprawling halls of Barnes-Jewish Hospital, the air hummed with anxiety as Omar Azure paced back and forth in the waiting room. He clenched and unclenched his fists, the skin on his knuckles stretched taut. Yuma, his wife, lay in a room on the upper floor, still recovering from the severe concussion by the steel chained fist of Joshua Cole at Ignite, and balancing on the precarious edge between life and death. Dr. Scott Alizander emerged from the corridor, his expression grim. "Mr. Azure, we've done all we can for her at this point. It's a waiting game now."
Omar's jaw tightened, his eyes flaring with desperation. "I need to see her. Right now."
Dr Scott nodded solemnly and led Omar down the sterile hallway to Yuma's room. As they entered, the beeping of the monitors filled the space, a stark contrast to the hushed tension that hung heavy in the air. Yuma lay on the bed, her skin unusually pale against the crisp white sheets. Her sister, Yuka, and her family who were at Ignite sitting at ringside and witnessing the whole incident were hovered around her, their faces etched with worry, their voices a low murmur.
Omar rushed to Yuma's side, his heart hammering against his chest. "Yuma, I'm here. Can you hear me?"
Yuma's eyelids fluttered open, and a weak smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Omar," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "I'm okay."
Tears welled in Omar's eyes as he reached for her hand, the connection between them grounding him in the storm of emotions. "I was so scared, Yuma. I thought I had lost you."
Yuka placed a hand on Omar's shoulder, her voice trembling with emotion. "We're all here for her, Omar. She's going to be okay."
Suddenly, a murmur grew from the hallway outside, and the door burst open. In rushed a group of hospital staff. "We need help in here! We have a patient coding!"
Omar's heart leaped into his throat, and a jolt of fear shot through him. The room filled with the frantic rush of medical teams, their urgency palpable. The beeping of machines increased in frequency, drowning out all other sounds.
"Clear!" A voice called out, and the room was filled with the sharp crackle of a defibrillator.
Yuma's family hovered in the corner; their faces etched with fear as they watched the chaotic scene unfold. Each beep of the monitors added to the rising hysteria, amplifying the tension in the room.
After what felt like an eternity, the chaos began to subside. The medical team worked tirelessly to stabilize the patient, their movements a blur of focused urgency.
Amidst the beeping and commotion, Yuma's weak voice cut through the cacophony. "Omar, I'm scared."
Omar's heart twisted with agony, and he squeezed her hand tightly. "It's going to be okay, Yuma. They're helping you. Stay strong."
As the chaos subsided, the room fell into a hushed stillness. Yuma's family exchanged worried glances, their expressions a mix of hope and fear.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached the room, and Dr. Scott Alizander entered, his eyes filled with weariness. "She's stable for now, but the next few hours are critical. We need to continue monitoring her closely."
Relief washed over the room, and Omar let out a shaky breath. Yuma's family embraced each other, their shared relief filling the room with a palpable warmth.
As the tension ebbed, Yuma's sister let out a heartfelt laugh, the sound a stark contrast to the earlier fear. "We made it through that scare, Yuma. We're all here for you."
Yuma managed a weak chuckle, and the room filled with a sense of fragile hope. The beeping of the monitors created a steady backdrop, a reminder of the precarious balance between life and death that hung in the air.
Through it all, Omar held onto Yuma's hand, his touch a reassurance that anchored her in the midst of uncertainty. In that moment, surrounded by the steady hum of machines and the murmurs of her loved ones, Yuma found a sliver of solace.
Dragon Ranch
Springville, Utah
Tuesday, Dec 19th, 2023
Late in the evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in brilliant hues of orange and pink, Omar and Yuma sat on the porch of their home. Yuma leaned against Omar, the gentle breeze ruffling her hair. The air was still tinged with the remnants of the holidays, the twinkle of lights, and the promise of new beginnings weaving through the crisp night air. "I still can't believe how close we came to losing you," Omar murmured, his voice a soft, desperate plea.
Yuma nestled deeper into his embrace, her palms warm against his chest. "I'm here, Omar. We made it through."
Their quiet moment was shattered by the sound of footsteps approaching. Yuka and her children emerged from the house, their laughter ringing out into the night. "Aunt Yuma, Uncle Omar, look what we found!" Edo exclaimed, holding up a small lantern adorned with delicate cherry blossoms.
Yuma's laughter bubbled up, a joyous sound that filled the air with light and warmth. "It's beautiful, Edo."
As the children danced around the porch, their laughter and giggles echoing through the night, Yuma turned to Omar, her eyes shining with love and gratitude. "We have so much to be thankful for, Omar. Our family being here with us from Japan for the Holidays, our home, and each other."
The moment was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Mr. Ricky, their agent and butler, who approached with a sense of urgency. "Omar, Yuma, I have news. Your next opponent is Bianca Davis at the next Ignite, and Joshua Cole has issued a challenge. He wants a rematch, he wants a last man standing match as soon as possible. He's been boasting that he'll take you down once and for all."
Omar's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing with resolve. "I won't let ‘The Prodigy’ Joshua Cole, and his damn manager Keith Collins taint what we've been through, Yuma. I'll make sure he doesn't get the satisfaction of victory, but first I must be prepared to face the ‘Queen B’ Bianca Davis."
Yuma squeezed his hand, her gaze steady and unwavering. "We'll face this together, Omar. We'll show Bianca, Joshua, or whoever that nothing can break us."
The stage was set for the ultimate showdown, the shadows of the past converging with the promise of the future. As the stars twinkled in the vast expanse above them, Omar and Yuma knew that they would face whatever came their way, united in their strength and unwavering love.
Dragon Ranch
Springville, Utah
(In the Early Morning Hours of)
Wednesday, Dec 20th, 2023
The frigid night wrapped the sleeping figures in its chilly embrace. Omar Azure lay beside his wife, Yuma, her recent concussion weighing heavily on his mind. As the moon cast an eerie glow through the window, Omar thrashed and moaned in the grip of a haunting nightmare. In his dream, the vivid memories of his father, Seijuro Azure, being bloodied in a brutal Japanese Death Match clawed their way back to the surface. The images of his mother, caught in the crossfire and suffering the same fate, filled his mind with rage and anguish.
"NO! Get away from them!" Omar's scream shattered the stillness, echoing through the darkness. His body surged with a wild energy, recalling the blood-fueled spectacle of the past. As he jolted awake, his breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes wild and unfocused.
Yuma stirred beside him, her brow creased with worry. "Omar, what's wrong?" Her voice trembled in the dim light, laced with concern.
Omar's chest heaved as he struggled to steady himself. "I can't...I can't let that F’in bastard get away with this," he muttered, his tone laced with fierce determination.
"Joshua Cole...he's going to pay for what he's done. I won't hold back any longer."
Yuma reached out, grasping his hand firmly. "Omar, please...I understand your pain, but vengeance won't heal our wounds," she implored, her voice gentle but firm.
Omar's gaze softened as he looked at his wife, the tumult of emotions churning within him. "I can't stand by and watch him hurt us anymore, Yuma. I now know what I must do, This war between us needs to end," he declared, his resolve unwavering.
In the stillness of the night, a steely determination settled over Omar. The specter of his past and the threat to his present collided, forging a resolve that would set the stage for a showdown of titanic proportions.
The clash between Omar and Joshua Cole loomed on the horizon, and the air crackled with the promise of an epic confrontation—one that would test Omar's limits and shine a light on the depths of his character.
Dragon Ranch - Training Room
Springville, Utah
(Almost noon of)
Wednesday, Dec 20th, 2023
Trainer: (gruffly) "Come on, Omar! You've got to be faster on your feet if you want to stand a chance against Bianca. She's quick and ruthless."
Omar: (grunting) "I'm trying, but she's no ordinary opponent. She's the Queen for a reason."
Trainer: (steadfast) "You've got the strength and agility. Just need to channel that energy and focus. Let's work on your takedowns. Show me what you've got."
Omar nods determinedly, rising to his feet and assuming a fighting stance.
Trainer: (encouragingly) "Alright, now go for it!"
Omar lunges forward, executing a swift takedown on an imaginary opponent, the sound of his body hitting the mat echoing through the training room.
Trainer: (nodding) "Good, but you can do better. The crowd is going to be roaring when you face Bianca. You've got to make every move count."
Omar: (gritting his teeth) "I know, but she's fierce. I can't afford to slip up for even a second."
Trainer: (firmly) "You've faced tough opponents before, and you've always found a way to come out on top. Use that experience to your advantage."
Omar takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he envisions the upcoming match. The image of Bianca's confident smirk fuels his determination.
Omar: (resolutely) "I won't back down. I'll give it everything I've got."
Trainer: (clapping a hand on Omar's shoulder) "That's the spirit! Now, let's work on your aerial maneuvers. We need to keep her on her toes and show her what you're made of."
Omar nods, his focus sharpening as he leaps onto the ropes and practices launching himself into the air with precision and grace.
Trainer: (chuckling) "That's it, Omar! Show me those high-flying moves. Make her wonder if she's facing off against a dragon of prey."
Omar: (grinning) "I'll make her fly before she knows it!"
The training session continues with a flurry of action, the sounds of grunts, laughter, and the occasional thud filling the air as Omar pushes himself to the limit, determined to be at the top of his game when he steps into the ring with Bianca. As the training for the day draws to a close, Omar and his trainer share a moment of quiet satisfaction, knowing that every ounce of effort has been poured into the upcoming match.
Trainer: (nodding approvingly) "You're ready, Omar. You've got this."
Omar: (smiling) "Thanks, Coach. I won't let you down."
With a final nod, Omar takes one last look at the ring, his eyes reflecting the fire of determination as he mentally blocks out Joshua Cole prepares to face the 'Queen B' Bianca Davis, knowing that he's trained harder than ever before and that if he wants to even attempt to go after a championship belt, he must beat the 'Queen B.'
Dragon Ranch - Media Room
Springville, Utah
Wednesday, Dec 20th, 2023
About an hour later Omar is wearing part of his father’s wrestling attire pacing back and forth in front of the camera, the red light indicating that the shoot had begun. With a determined look in his eyes, he started his monologue.
Omar looked directly to the camera. “Good”
"I feel sorry for you, Bianca Davis, I really do," Omar said as he leaned in closer to the lens. "You're my next opponent at Ignite, and with all the rage I have for Joshua, I might just take it out on you instead."
He chuckled darkly before shifting his gaze to the side. "And speaking of Joshua Cole..." He scoffed. "Let's talk about the man who needs to be put in his place. That arrogant, F’in self-absorbed so-called 'Prodigy'." Omar's eyes narrowed with fury as he spat, "I'm coming for you, Joshua. And I promise you, you won't like what I have in store."
His anger flared, and he raised his voice. "You want a war, Joshua? Fine! You want a rematch? You've got it, but it won't be just any match. Oh no, it'll be a Japanese Style Death Match."
Omar took a step back, his eyes burning with intensity. "Both fighters wrap their hands in hemp rope, coating them in honey and dipping them in broken glass. Deadly weapons, Joshua. That's what awaits you at our next PPV in Texas."
With a fierce growl, he looked directly into the camera. "And to Jesse Styles, the owner of NEW EDGE WRESTLING, make it happen. I challenge Joshua Cole, and I won't back down." He paused before his voice turned stone cold. "And Joshua if Keith interferes again, he'll regret it. This will be the end of our war, Joshua. I promise you that."
Omar looking directly to the camera. “Meg Coleman good luck in your X-CORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH’ against Andrew Garrison. For what you did by eliminating Joshua Cole after he eliminated me in the Royal Rumble match I owe you one, so if you need anything just let me know, but so you know if you do win the championship one day you might be facing me.”
As the red light blinked off, Omar let out a sigh. His fists clenched and unclenched, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a message. It was from Bianca Davis, ready to fire back. He read her words with a smirk, already formulating his response.
Just as he typed his reply, a familiar voice interrupted him. "Master Omar, what are you doing?"
Omar looked up to see his butler standing at the door, a mix of concern and disbelief on his face.
"Can't you see I'm busy, Ricky?" Omar snapped, his frustration echoing in the room.
"I can see that," Mr. Ricky said, his voice laced with worry. "But this isn't like you. What's gotten into you, Omar?"
For a moment, Omar's eyes softened as he realized the impact of his words and actions. With a heavy sigh, he ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ricky," he said, his tone low and regretful. "I just can't let Joshua and Keith keep getting away with what they did. I have to put an end to this once and for all."
Mr. Ricky studied him for a moment before nodding. "I understand, Omar. Just be careful, okay?"
Omar nodded, the weight of his upcoming match pressing down on him. As he turned back to his phone, he knew the battle was far from over with Joshua, and the stakes had never been higher.