Post by Omar Azure (Blue Dragon) on Feb 6, 2024 13:50:59 GMT -6
The Brash Defeat
Mid-South Coliseum
Memphis, Tennessee
[After the match at Ignite]
Saturday, Jan 13th, 2024
Mid-South Coliseum
Memphis, Tennessee
[After the match at Ignite]
Saturday, Jan 13th, 2024
Omar Azure stumbled out of the ring; his movements sluggish as he made his way to the locker room. The throb in the back of his head pulsed with each step, a relentless reminder of the brass knuckles that had ended his match against Bianca Davis.
Inside the locker room, the medic conducted a concussion protocol examination. "Follow my finger, Mr. Azure. Any dizziness or nausea?"
"No, just a damn headache," Omar grunted.
After the examination, Omar emerged from the locker room, dressed in street clothes and carrying his duffel bag. His jaw clenched as he made his way through the backstage corridors of the Mid-South Coliseum, the distant echoes of the ongoing show filtering through the walls.
As he rounded a corner, a familiar face stopped him in his tracks. Brandy Boss, the backstage interviewer, approached with a mic in hand. "Omar, quick word about your match tonight?"
Omar's eyes darkened with frustration, but he masked it with a forced smile. "Sure, Brandy. I can sum it up in one word—cheating."
Brandy arched an eyebrow, her eyes reflecting the glowing lights of the backstage area. "Are you saying that Bianca Davis cheated to win?"
Omar nodded, his grip tightening on the duffel bag. "I had her right where I wanted her, and then she pulls a cheap shot with brass knuckles. That's not how a real match goes down."
The fire in his voice drew the attention of a few passing crew members, who shot furtive glances at the unfolding drama.
Brandy inclined her head sympathetically. "I can understand your frustration, Omar. Is there anything you plan to do about it?"
Omar's eyes gleamed with determination. "I'm not one to let something like this slide. Bianca may have won tonight, but I'll make sure she knows she didn't beat the 'Blue Dragon' fair and square."
With that, he continued down the corridor, the echo of his footsteps punctuating the tense atmosphere.
Just as he rounded another corner, a small crowd of fans caught sight of him. Excited murmurs filled the air as they waved posters and programs in his direction.
"Omar, can we get your autograph?"
"Hey, Blue Dragon, tough break out there!"
Omar paused, drawing a deep breath to collect himself. He plastered a smile on his face, obliging the eager fans with signatures and brief exchanges. Though his mind still churned with the sting of defeat, he knew the importance of showing gratitude to those who supported him.
Finally, as the fans dispersed, a sleek black limousine pulled up to the backstage entrance. Omar hoisted his duffel bag into the trunk and settled into the plush leather interior.
The scene outside faded as the limo pulled away, leaving the glare of the stadium lights behind. Inside, the low hum of the engine filled the silence as the weight of the evening settled over Omar.
"Rough night, huh?" The driver's voice broke the quiet, laced with a hint of sympathy.
Omar let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, you could say that. Tonight was a brash defeat, but I'm not letting this slide, Tony. Bianca crossed the line tonight, and I won't rest until I set things right."
Tony nodded, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "I've seen your matches, Omar. You've got the fire and the skill. You'll get your chance to even the score."
Omar's nod was resolute, the determination in his eyes unwavering. "You bet I will. This isn't over, not by a long shot."
As the limo cruised through the night, the streets of Memphis passed by in a blur, carrying with them the promise of retribution and the unyielding spirit of a wrestler unwilling to accept defeat.
The engine's steady purr and the distant echoes of the arena provided a backdrop for Omar's simmering resolve, a silent testament to the battles yet to come.
Dragon Ranch
Springville, Utah
Saturday, Jan 20th, 2024
"Hey, Yuma, check it out," Omar said, glancing up from his laptop. "I'm scheduled for a tag-team match with Blair Buchanan at the next Ignite show in New Orleans."
Yuma's eyes lit up with excitement. "That's great, Omar! Who's our opponents?"
"Bianca Davis and Joshua Cole," Omar replied, a sly grin spreading across his face. "It's going to be one heck of a showdown."
Mr. Ricky, the butler, approached the table with a warm smile. "Good morning, folks. I trust the breakfast meets your satisfaction?"
"Absolutely, Mr. Ricky," Yuma answered with a nod. "You've outdone yourself once again."
Omar gave a grunt of approval as he took another bite of his eggs. "Delicious as always, Mr. Ricky."
After finishing their breakfast, Yuma suggested, "How about we go out for a fun day, Omar? We could visit 'The Springville Museum of Art'."
"That sounds like a fantastic idea," Omar agreed, closing his laptop. "It's been too long since we've had a day out together."
As they entered the museum, a cheerful tour guide greeted them. "Welcome to The Springville Museum of Art. I'm delighted to have you here for a private tour."
"Thank you," Yuma replied with a warm smile. "We're looking forward to it."
The tour guide led them through various exhibits, providing intriguing insights into the artwork on display. Omar and Yuma listened attentively, occasionally exchanging whispered comments about the pieces that caught their eye.
"Oh, this painting is exquisite," Yuma murmured in awe, gazing at a vibrant landscape. "The artist's use of color is mesmerizing."
"Indeed," Omar agreed, his eyes tracing the intricate brushstrokes. "It's like the scene comes to life right before our eyes."
Suddenly, a distant crash echoed through the museum, causing the visitors to startle and murmur in confusion.
"What was that?" Yuma asked, her eyes wide with concern.
The tour guide raised a finger to her lips, signaling for the group to wait as she hurried off to investigate the source of the commotion.
Moments later, the tour guide returned, her expression slightly flustered. "I apologize for the disturbance. It seems that a painting accidentally fell off the wall, but our staff is handling the situation."
"Glad to hear that everything is under control," Omar said, his voice calm but attentive. "Accidents happen, after all."
As the tour continued, Omar's phone buzzed. He checked it to find a text from Mr. Ricky, their agent and butler.
"What does Mr. Ricky want?" Yuma asked, glancing over Omar's shoulder.
"It's about the upcoming tag match. Blair wants to come here next week to train with me," Omar explained, typing a response.
"That's great news," Yuma said, excitement in her voice. "You two can sharpen your teamwork before the big match."
"Yeah, it'll be good to have her here," Omar agreed, tucking his phone back into his pocket.
The tour continued, and soon the group found themselves in a section dedicated to sculptures and interactive art installations.
"This sculpture is captivating," Yuma remarked, her fingers trailing along the smooth curves of a marble figure. "There's a sense of grace and power in its form."
"Absolutely," Omar agreed, his gaze lingering on the intricate details. "It's as if the artist was able to capture the essence of movement frozen in time."
As they moved through the museum, they came across a room filled with modern art, including avant-garde paintings and thought-provoking installations.
"This piece is… interesting," Omar said diplomatically, his eyebrows quirking as he regarded a particularly abstract painting.
Yuma stifled a giggle, her eyes sparkling. "I think it's meant to evoke a sense of chaos and confusion."
The tour guide overheard their comments and joined in with a chuckle. "Ah, modern art often tends to elicit diverse reactions. It's all about interpreting the artist's intent."
Suddenly, a loud and animated discussion erupted in the distance, drawing the attention of the visitors.
"What's happening over there?" Yuma asked, her curiosity piqued.
As they approached the source of the commotion, they saw a group of museum patrons engaged in a lively debate about the symbolism in a particularly enigmatic artwork.
"I believe the artist intended to convey the transience of human experience through the juxtaposition of disparate elements," one patron asserted earnestly.
Another visitor shook their head in disagreement. "No, I see it as a commentary on the fluidity of identity and the search for authenticity in a fragmented world."
Intrigued, Yuma leaned in to whisper to Omar, "It's fascinating to see how art can inspire such passionate discussions."
"Definitely," Omar agreed, his eyes glinting with interest. "It's like witnessing the clash of different perspectives playing out before us."
The tour guide interjected with a smile. "Art has a way of igniting our imaginations and stirring our emotions. It's wonderful to see the impact it has on people."
As the tour concluded, Omar and Yuma expressed their gratitude to the tour guide, thoroughly enjoying their visit to the museum.
Stepping outside, they took a moment to bask in the warm sunlight before making their way back to Dragon Ranch.
"I had such a great time today," Yuma said, linking her arm with Omar's. "It feels good to be out and about again."
"I'm glad we could spend the day together," Omar replied, a contented smile gracing his features. "It's been too long since we've had a chance to just enjoy each other's company."
Upon returning to Dragon Ranch, they settled in the living room, reliving the highlights of their museum visit and sharing laughter over some of the more eccentric artworks they had encountered.
"That modern art piece with the bright splashes of color was a riot," Yuma exclaimed, her laughter ringing through the room.
"I couldn't agree more," Omar chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "It was as if someone had splashed a rainbow onto the canvas and called it art."
Just then, Mr. Ricky entered the room, bearing a tray of refreshments. "I trust the visit to the museum was to your liking, sirs and madam?"
"It was splendid, thank you, Mr. Ricky," Yuma replied, her eyes twinkling with joy.
Omar nodded in agreement. "We had a fantastic time. It's good to be able to enjoy a day out like this."
As evening descended, they gathered around the table for a delicious dinner, the air filled with the hum of contented conversation and the occasional burst of laughter, savoring the simple joy of togetherness in the comfort of Dragon Ranch.
Dragon Ranch
Springville, Utah
[Almost noon of]
Tuesday, Jan 23th, 2024
Omar and Blair were in the middle of an intense training session, their muscles glistening with sweat as they practiced their moves in the ring. The sound of grunts and thuds filled the air as they aimed for perfection, preparing for their upcoming match at Ignite.
"Come on, Blair! Push through the pain," Omar grunted as he lifted Blair overhead for a suplex, her body arching gracefully before she landed on the mat with a thud.
"Don't worry I can take it," Blair groaned, rolling onto her side to catch her breath.
As they took a short break, Mr. Ricky and Yuma entered the training room, carrying trays of healthy shakes and refreshments.
"Hey, you two need to stay hydrated and energized for the big match," Yuma said, her voice filled with concern as she handed Blair a protein shake.
"Thanks, Yuma," Blair said, taking a long sip from the shake.
"Omar, can you show me how to do the pendulum backbreaker?" Blair asked, her eyes sparkling with determination.
"Sure thing, let's go through the steps together," Omar replied, a smile playing on his lips as he gestured for Blair to join him in the ring.
The two of them went through the motions of the move, Omar guiding Blair through the precise footwork and positioning.
"You've got the strength for it, Blair. Now let's focus on the technique," Omar instructed, demonstrating the move with precision.
They continued to practice, their bodies moving in rhythm with one another as they honed their skills.
"Almost there, Blair. Just a little adjustment in your stance," Omar encouraged, his tone filled with assurance.
"Like this?" Blair asked, shifting her weight as she attempted the move once more.
"Exactly! That's it," Omar exclaimed with satisfaction, watching Blair execute the move flawlessly.
Yuma and Mr. Ricky observed from the sidelines, their expressions filled with pride as they witnessed the dedication of the wrestlers.
"You two are going to dominate at Ignite," Mr. Ricky declared, his voice booming with confidence.
The training session continued, with the determination of Omar and Blair driving them to push their limits and strive for excellence.
As the evening sun began to set outside the ranch, the sound of grunts and thuds echoed through the training room, signaling the relentless effort of the wrestlers.
With each move they perfected, the anticipation for their match at Ignite grew, fueling their determination to succeed.
"Alright, let's take a break and refuel," Yuma announced, setting down a fresh batch of healthy snacks for the wrestlers.
"Thanks, Yuma. You're a lifesaver," Blair said, grabbing a protein bar and devouring it hungrily.
"I can't wait to see you both in action at Ignite. The crowd is going to go wild," Yuma remarked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"We're going to give it our all, that's for sure," Omar affirmed, a fire igniting in his eyes as he visualized their upcoming match.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter filled the room as Mr. Ricky shared a joke with the trainer, their booming chuckles resonating in the air.
"You're a real character, Mr. Ricky," the trainer chuckled, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye.
The lighthearted moment provided a brief respite from the intense training, allowing everyone to relax and recharge.
"Alright, enough fun and games. Back to work, you two," the trainer said, clapping his hands together to signal the resumption of training.
Omar and Blair nodded, their focus returning as they prepared to dive back into their rigorous routine.
With each practiced move and choreographed sequence, their bond as a tag-team strengthened, their seamless cooperation a testament to their dedication.
"This is going to be a good performance yet, Blair. I can feel it," Omar said, a determined glint in his eye.
"Absolutely, Omar. We're going to leave everything we have in that ring," Blair affirmed, her voice brimming with confidence.
The training session resumed with renewed vigor, the sound of bodies slamming against the mat reverberating through the room.
"Keep it up, you two! I can see the improvement with each drill," the trainer encouraged, his voice cutting through the intensity of the training.
Time seemed to blur as they continued to push themselves, the adrenaline and excitement for the upcoming match propelling them forward.
As the training session drew to a close, the room echoed with satisfied groans and exhausted exhales, a testament to the unwavering dedication of Omar and Blair.
With the setting sun casting long shadows across the training room, the wrestlers and their allies knew that they were ready to face whatever challenges awaited them at Ignite.
Dragon Ranch
Springville, Utah
[ Video Shoot ]
Tuesday, Jan 23th, 2024
In Omar Azure's private media room at Dragon Ranch, the cameras rolled as he prepared for his video shoot. Standing tall and imposing, he stared unflinchingly into the lens, his eyes burning with intensity.
"This is Omar Azure, the 'Blue Dragon'," he growled, the words dripping with defiance and determination. A fire of passion blazed in his eyes as he addressed the camera, his voice echoing through the room. "Bianca Davis, you and Clark Benson are no different from Joshua Cole and Keith Collins – low, dirty, cheating scumbags."
A deep hum of satisfaction reverberated from Omar's chest as he continued, "And you, Joshua, you can't hide from me. You can't hide behind anyone in that tag-team match at Ignite. You can never hide from me anywhere. I don't care if it's Jesse Styles or the World Champion Johnny Stylez; if anyone gets in my way, they'll go down with you."
A sinister chuckle escaped his lips, followed by a bone-chilling scream, "Just like Queen B will at Ignite in New Orleans, Louisiana!" Omar's laughter filled the room, resonating with a confidence that sent shivers down the spine.
As the cameras stopped rolling, Omar leaned back in his chair, a smug grin on his face. The message had been sent, and the stakes for the upcoming match had never been higher.