Post by Omar Azure (Blue Dragon) on Feb 24, 2024 14:13:31 GMT -6
Smoothie King Center,
New Orleans Louisiana
[After match at Ignite]
Monday, Feb 5h, 2024
The locker room reverberated with the echo of cheers and gasps from the ongoing wrestling main-event match. The air crackled with the palpable energy of victory as 'Blue Dragon' Omar Azure and Blair Buchanan savored their triumphant win over their formidable opponents, Bianca Davis and Joshua Cole.
As they both exchanged hearty pats on the back, Omar's phone shrilled through the room, cutting through the post-match euphoria. With a furrowed brow, he glanced at the caller ID, then excused himself before stepping into the small, dimly lit lounge area.
"Hello?" Omar's deep voice rumbled, a hint of concern lacing his words as he listened intently.
On the other end of the line, Yuma's choked sobs filled the receiver. "Omar, it's... it's my father. He's gone."
Omar's breath caught in his throat, and the world seemed to slow around him. He closed his eyes, steadying himself against the weight of her words. "I'll be there," he promised, his voice holding a rare vulnerability that sent shivers down his spine.
Hanging up the phone with a heavy heart, Omar leaned against the wall, his chest heaving with unspoken grief. His stoic facade crumbled, and for the first time, the 'Blue Dragon' revealed the man beneath the mask. Silent tears streaked down his cheeks, his shoulders shaking with the magnitude of the loss.
Across the room, Blair paused in her celebratory banter, her eyes widening as she watched Omar's usually impenetrable mask slip away.
“Omar…you okay, hun?” Blair's concern cut through the silence; her voice filled with empathy.
Omar nodded, composing himself with a deep breath. "Yeah, it's... it's Yuma's father. He's gone." It was all he could manage to say before his voice faltered, choked by the weight of his emotions.
Blair's expression softened, the camaraderie between them transcending the confines of the wrestling ring. “Oh that is just awful, I’m so sorry…and poor Yuma. Well if you need anything, anything at all you call me ok? I mean it, now!”
Minutes later, dressed in street clothes that seemed to hang differently on his weary frame, Omar strode with purpose through the labyrinthine corridors of the arena. The din of the lively crowd faded into a distant hum as he made his way to the private parking lot.
Outside, the night air was brisk against his flushed cheeks, and the distant wail of sirens mingled with the muffled laughter and chatter of the backstage crew. Omar paused beside a sleek black limousine, the vehicle a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the arena.
Without a word, he slid into the backseat, the leather cool against his skin. As the door closed with a muted thud, the world outside dimmed, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the weight of grief settling like an unwelcome guest in his heart.
The scene began to fade, the Sound of the limo engine starting as the tires screech and the limo pulls away from the arena.
Tokyo, Japan
Sunday, Feb. 11th, 2024
The gentle hum of the airplane's engines filled the cabin as Omar Azure gazed out of the window, watching the clouds pass by like fleeting dreams. Beside him, his wife Yuma sat with a serene expression, her dark eyes betraying the sorrow she felt deep within.
"We're almost there, Yuma," Omar whispered, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "It won't be easy, but we'll get through this together."
Yuma offered him a small smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know, Omar. Thank you for being here with me."
The plane landed smoothly at Narita International Airport, and as they stepped onto the bustling terminal, a wave of unfamiliarity washed over them. The sights and sounds of Tokyo enveloped them, a stark contrast to the quiet town they called home in America.
They were greeted by a sleek black car that whisked them away to the Yotsugi Funeral Hall, where Master Kitozon Yumako's funeral ceremonies were to take place. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, mingling with the soft rustle of traditional kimonos worn by mourners.
The hall was a vision of serenity, adorned with delicate cherry blossoms and flickering lanterns casting a warm glow. The sound of quiet prayers and solemn whispers filled the air, punctuated by the occasional sob.
Yuma leaned into Omar, her eyes fixed on the altar where her father's portrait stood, wreathed in white lilies. "He looks so peaceful," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
"He was a great man, Yuma," Omar said, his voice tinged with reverence. "His legacy will live on in all of us."
As they paid their respects, a familiar figure caught Omar's eye across the room. The imposing frame of Master Kitozon's wife, Chiyeko, stood with quiet dignity, her eyes red-rimmed but dry.
Chiyeko approached them, her movements graceful yet sorrowful. "Omar, Yuma," she greeted them with a slight bow. "Thank you for coming all this way to honor my husband."
Yuma embraced her mother tightly, tears streaming down her face. "We wouldn't be anywhere else, Mother. Papa meant everything to us."
Chiyeko smiled through her tears, a bittersweet expression on her face. "He loved you both dearly, as he loved all his students."
The funeral ceremonies continued into the evening, a solemn affair filled with reminiscences and tributes to the late Master Kitozon's illustrious career. A Buddhist priest led the prayers, his deep chants reverberating through the hall.
As the ceremonies drew to a close, Chiyeko approached Omar with a steely glint in her eye. "Omar, there is something I must discuss with you," she said, her voice firm.
"Of course, Chiyeko," Omar replied, his brows furrowed with concern. "What is it?"
Chiyeko glanced around, ensuring no one overheard their conversation. "It concerns your brother, Yang," she began, her voice lowered to a whisper. "He has returned."
Omar's heart skipped a beat at the mention of his long-lost brother. Yang had disappeared years ago without a trace, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and fractured memories.
"Yang?" Omar breathed, a mixture of hope and dread swirling within him. "Is he here, now?"
Chiyeko nodded solemnly. "Yes, he arrived just before the ceremonies began. No one knows where he's been all these years or why he chose to return now."
Omar's mind raced with a million thoughts, each more tumultuous than the last. The return of his brother, the 'Black Dragon,' could only mean trouble, especially in the midst of mourning for their late father, and now their late Master.
"I need to see him," Omar declared, determination hardening his features. "I must know why he's come back now, after all this time."
Chiyeko gripped his arm, her eyes imploring. "Be cautious, Omar. Yang is not the same man he once was. Something has changed in him."
After bidding farewell to Chiyeko, Omar set off in search of his elusive brother, guided by the faint echoes of whispers and the shuffling of feet. He found Yang standing alone in a secluded corner of the hall, his back turned to the gathering crowd.
"Yang," Omar called out, his voice a mixture of relief and wariness. "It's been so long. Why have you returned?"
Yang turned slowly, his eyes meeting Omar's with an inscrutable gaze. "Brother," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I had to come back. There are things left unfinished, wounds unhealed."
Omar studied Yang's face, searching for the familiar features he once knew so well. Time had etched lines of sorrow and hardship into his brother's countenance, turning him into a shadow of his former self.
"What do you mean, Yang?" Omar pressed; his curiosity tinged with apprehension. "What unfinished business could possibly bring you back now?"
Yang hesitated, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I cannot speak of it here, Omar. Meet me at the family temple at midnight. There, all will be revealed."
With a nod, Omar agreed to his brother's cryptic request, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a dark cloud. As he watched Yang disappear into the shadows, a thousand questions clamored for answers.
Midnight found Omar standing outside the family temple, the whispered prayers of the priest drifting through the cool night air. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery sheen over the ancient stones.
A rustle of movement behind him made Omar turn, his heart pounding in his chest. Yang emerged from the shadows, his expression unreadable in the dim light.
"Yang, what is this all about?" Omar demanded, his voice tinged with frustration. "I can't stand the secrecy any longer. Tell me the truth."
Yang fixed him with a piercing gaze, the weight of years of absence heavy between them. "Omar, you must listen carefully," he began, his voice low but urgent. "Our father's death was not natural. He was murdered, and I think Master Kitozon was murdered as well."
Shock reverberated through Omar like a thunderbolt, his mind reeling with the implications of his brother's words. "Murdered? By whom? And why?"
Yang's jaw clenched; his voice filled with raw anger that burned like hot coals. "There are those within Hinote Dojo Wrestling who seek to destroy our family, to erase our father's legacy, and when Master Kitozon had learned the truth, they betrayed and murdered him to keep him salent. They will stop at nothing to achieve their goals."
Omar's fists clenched at his sides, a surge of protectiveness rising within him. "We cannot let them get away with this, Yang. We must uncover the truth and bring them to justice."
The brothers stood in silent solidarity, their shared resolve binding them together in a web of familial loyalty and determination. The stakes had never been higher, the shadows of betrayal and deceit looming large over their once-proud lineage.
As they delved deeper into the sinister underbelly of Hinote Dojo Wrestling, they uncovered a web of treachery and deception that threatened to tear their world apart. The legacy of Master Kitozon Yumako hung in the balance, a fragile thread unraveling at the hands of those who sought to destroy everything he had built.
Omar and Yang navigated through a maze of alliances and rivalries, their bond as brothers tested at every turn. With each revelation came a new danger, a fresh betrayal that cut deeper than the sharpest blade.
In the hallowed halls of the family temple, they confronted the ones responsible for their father's untimely demise, the echoes of their ancestors watching in silent judgment. The air crackled with tension, the moment of truth hanging like a heavy shroud over their heads.
"You thought you could silence us, erase our father's memory from history," Omar declared, his voice a thunderous roar in the stillness of the temple. "But you underestimated the power of family, of loyalty that transcends even death."
The culprits, faces twisted with malice and greed, sneered in defiance. "You are nothing but shadows of a forgotten era," they spat, their voices like venomous serpents. "We will crush you like we crushed your father, like we crushed Master Kitozon without mercy or remorse."
With a primal scream of rage and determination, Omar launched himself into the fray, his fists a blur of righteous fury. Yang fought by his side, a whirlwind of vengeance and retribution, their movements fluid and precise like a well-oiled machine.
The clash of bodies and steel reverberated through the temple, a symphony of violence and defiance that echoed through the ages. Sparks flew, blood spilled, and the scent of battle filled the air like a heady perfume.
In the end, it was the legacy of Master Kitozon Yumako that prevailed, a beacon of hope and resilience that shone brightly in the darkness. The culprits lay defeated at their feet, their reign of terror brought to a decisive end. This was the ultimate training ground for Omar as he prepared for his fatal five-way match at ‘Tension In Texas’ against Abbigail Dresden, Scotty Adams, Rylee Ruin, and Nathan O"CONNELL.
As dawn broke over the horizon, illuminating the temple in a soft golden light, Omar and Yang stood side by side, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The weight of their victory settled over them like a mantle of pride and honor.
"We did it, brother," Omar breathed, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and triumph. "We avenged our father's death and upheld his legacy, and in America at ‘Tension In Texas’ I will continue to honor our father's legacy by winning the fatal five-way match and go after New Edge Wrestling’s biggest prize of all the ‘NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP.’"
Yang clasped his brother's shoulder in a gesture of solidarity and respect. "Yes, Omar. We have honored our father's memory and preserved his Master Kitozon teachings for future generations. Our bond as brothers and warriors is unbreakable, and if you ever need my help with anything in America, I will be there for you."
With a shared nod of understanding, they turned to the rising sun, its warm rays bathing them in a comforting embrace. The shadows of the past receded, leaving behind a new beginning forged in the fires of adversity and strengthened by the power of family.
As they made their way back to the Yotsugi Funeral Hall, where their journey had begun, a sense of peace settled over them like a comforting blanket. The spirits of their ancestors whispered words of blessing and guidance, their presence a silent promise of eternal protection.
The funeral ceremonies for Master Kitozon Yumako drew to a close, a poignant and bittersweet conclusion to a chapter of loss and redemption. The mourners gathered in quiet reverence, bidding farewell to a legend who had touched so many lives with his wisdom and strength.
Chiyeko approached Omar and Yang, her eyes shining with pride and gratitude. "My sons," she said, her voice soft but filled with the weight of a lifetime of love. "You have done what needed to be done, what your father would have wanted. I am proud of you both."
Yuma stood by their side, her hand clasped in Omar's, a smile of pure joy blooming on her face. "I knew you could do it," she whispered, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I always believed in you, both of you."
The family temple stood silent and serene in the early morning light, a testament to the enduring strength of the Azure lineage. The spirits of Master Kitozon and all those who had come before watched over them, their presence a gentle reminder of the bonds that connected them across time and space.
As they boarded their private plane back to America, the echoes of their victory lingered in the air like a hymn of triumph. The azure sky stretched out before them, a canvas of endless possibilities and new beginnings.
Yuma leaned into Omar, her head resting against his shoulder, a contented smile playing on her lips. "We did it, my love," she murmured, her voice filled with pride and love. "We honored your father and restored our family's honor."
Omar wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close in a tender embrace. "Yes, Yuma," he said, his voice tinged with emotion. "We did it together, as a family. And nothing can ever break us apart."
The plane lifted off into the bright morning sky, carrying them back to their home in America, where new challenges and adventures awaited. The legacy of Master Kitozon Yumako lived on in the hearts of his descendants, a guiding light in a world filled with darkness and uncertainty.
Yuma leaned her head on Omar's shoulder, finding solace in his presence as they journeyed back home, the engine's hum soothing her restless thoughts.
The sky outside darkened, the twinkling lights of Tokyo fading into the distance as they flew further and further away.
In the quiet confines of the plane, Yuma and Omar shared a moment of peace amidst the storm of emotions swirling around them.
As they neared their home in America, Yuma's thoughts turned to the upcoming challenges that awaited them, both in the ring and in their personal lives.
The plane landed, and as they stepped onto familiar ground, Yuma felt a renewed sense of purpose taking hold in her heart.
Omar's hand found hers, a silent promise of unwavering support and solidarity in the face of whatever trials lay ahead.
The days passed in a blur of training sessions, business meetings, and the relentless grind of preparing for Omar's next big Pay Per View match at Tension In Texas.
Yuma stood by his side, a beacon of strength and unwavering support as he poured his heart and soul into his training, preparing to honor Master Kitozon's legacy in the ring at ‘Tension In Texas’.
Dragon Ranch
Springville, Utah
Video Shoot
Friday, Feb 23th, 2024
Friday, Feb 23th, 2024
In the dimly lit private media room at Dragon Ranch, 'Blue Dragon' Omar Azure stood confidently in front of the camera, his eyes narrowed with determination as he began his video message to Joshua Cole. "You listening, Joshua?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're nothing but a low-down chicken shit with freckles on your testicles. You disappeared and went AWOL because you were scared to face me in a Japanese Style Death Match."
Omar's words carried a sharp edge as he continued, "But let me make one thing clear, Joshua. When you decide to show your face again, I'll be waiting. And I'll still get my revenge." His fists clenched as he emphasized each word, the intensity evident in his steely gaze.
With a smirk, Omar pressed on, "Thanks to you, Joshua, I can finally move on to bigger things in NEW EDGE WRESTLING. I'll win the fatal five-way match at ‘Tension In Texas’ and then set my sights on the NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION." The fire in his eyes burned brightly as he envisioned his future triumphs.
The camera rolled as Omar shifted his focus to his opponents, starting with Abbigail Dresden. "Abbigail, you're a tough young lady with a lot to prove," he remarked, a hint of respect in his tone. "But at ‘Tension In Texas,’ I'll show you what it means to face a dragon in the ring."
Next, Omar turned his attention to Scotty Adams, his voice laced with confidence. "Scotty, you may be the tallest in this match, but height won't save you from my wrath. I'll bring you down to size and emerge victorious."
He spoke of Rylee Ruin, Omar's expression hardened. "Rylee, it doesn't matter how many titles you've won or how rich you are. You're nothing but a spoiled brat who needs a reality check. And I'll be the one to deliver it at ‘Tension In Texas’."
O'CONNELL, the final opponent, was not spared from Omar's scrutiny. "Nathan, your experience and championship history may make you a threat but remember this – I fear no one. At ‘Tension In Texas,’ I'll prove why I'm the rightful heir to the dragon legacy and honor my father's name."
With the video shoot completed, Omar let out a satisfied hum, his gaze unwavering. The anticipation of the fatal five-way match crackled in the air as he mentally prepared for the challenges ahead.