Post by Omar Azure (Blue Dragon) on Apr 18, 2024 17:47:32 GMT -6
Solar Eclipse - “When the dragon ate the sun!”
Edge Arena
Chicago, Illinois
[After match at Ignite]
Tuesday, Mar 26th, 2024
The medical team surrounded 'Blue Dragon' Omar Azure, their gloves snapping as they swiftly stitched him up. Omar winced at the sting of each needle piercing his skin, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edges of the med bed. Moans of discomfort escaped his lips, mixing with the distant sounds of the crowd still roaring through the TV in the corner of the locker room.
"You're a tough one, Omar," the medic said, her voice laced with admiration as she secured the last stitch. "Just take it easy for a bit."
Omar nodded, running a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. "Thanks, doc. I'll be ready for the next one."
After the medics left, Omar emerged from the locker room, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his steps echoing down the backstage corridor of Edge Arena. Staff and wrestlers hurried past him, their voices blending into a symphony of commotion.
Suddenly, Brandy Boss, the backstage interviewer, appeared in front of him, her voice cutting through the chaos, "Hey, Omar! Mind if we have a quick chat about your match?"
Omar's gaze met Brandy's, a glint of determination in his eyes. "Sure thing, Brandy. Let's do this."
Brandy adjusted her microphone, the red light blinking, indicating they were live.
"So, Omar, tough loss out there tonight. What are your thoughts, especially after such a brutal match?" Brandy's voice held a hint of sympathy.
Omar's jaw clenched as he recalled the intense battle in the ring. "That match did something to me, Brandy. It awakened a hunger, a fire that I hadn't felt in years. The 'Blue Dragon' is back, and the NEW roster better be ready."
Brandy raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Omar's words. "You sound confident, Omar. Are you planning on making some big changes?"
Omar's lips curled into a smirk as he tossed his duffel bag over his shoulder. "You bet. It's time for a new chapter, Brandy. The 'Blue Dragon' is about to unleash a storm like never before."
As they continued down the corridor, the distant sounds of laughter and chatter from the wrestlers filled the air. Security personnel lined the passageways, keeping a keen eye on the bustling activity.
"I can't wait to see what you have in store, Omar," Brandy said, excitement bubbling in her voice.
Omar chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Just wait and watch, Brandy. The 'Blue Dragon' is just getting started."
With a nod of farewell, Omar turned the corner, disappearing into the backstage maze of the Edge Arena, his presence leaving a lingering sense of anticipation in the air.
As Brandy watched him go, her mind raced with questions and possibilities. The energy of the arena crackled around her, a palpable sense of change on the horizon.
The hum of the arena enveloped them, setting the stage for what was to come. And in that moment, 'Blue Dragon' Omar Azure's declaration echoed through the corridors, a promise of new beginnings and fierce battles to come.
Dragon Ranch
Springville, Utah
Monday, April 8th, 2024
The dark red room at Dragon Ranch was bathed in an eerie glow as Omar Azure, known as the Blue Dragon, is covered in blood and stands poised in front of the camera, preparing to shoot a video for his upcoming match at Ignite against TJ ALEXANDER. His eyes glinted with determination as he began to speak, his voice echoing in the dimly lit space.
"When the dragon ate the sun," Omar began, his tone grave and mysterious, "that's how ancient people interpreted solar eclipses."
His words hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the flickering light casting shadows across his face. The camera panned in closer, capturing every nuance of his expression as he continued his storytelling.
"The English word eclipse comes from the Greek ἔκλειψις, ekleípō," Omar explained, his voice low and rich. "Disappearance, abandonment. A solar eclipse is the moment in which the sun disappears, abandoning the world. It's like being forsaken by a god."
A shiver ran down the spine of the crew as they listened, captivated by Omar's presence. The atmosphere in the room seemed to thicken, the air charged with a sense of foreboding.
"The ancient Greeks thought of a solar eclipse as an act of abandonment," Omar continued, his words painting a vivid picture in the minds of those present.
Suddenly, a loud crash of thunder sounded outside, causing a few crew members to jump in surprise. The stormy weather outside only added to the eerie ambiance of the room, amplifying Omar's storytelling.
"It meant that the king would fall, that terrible misfortunes would rain down on the world," Omar intoned, his voice steady and unwavering. "Or that demons had swallowed the sun."
As he spoke, the lights flickered briefly, casting strange shadows across the walls. The crew exchanged nervous glances, feeling a sense of unease settle over them like a heavy cloak.
"Yet not everyone thought of the eclipse as a horrible threat," Omar's voice took on a softer tone, a hint of mystery in his words. "For some cultures, the eclipse was an act of creation."
A low rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, the sound muffled but ominous. The crew members shifted uneasily, their eyes darting around the room as if expecting something to jump out at them.
"The sun and moon were coupling," Omar continued, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. "And would create more stars."
A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the room, casting stark shadows across Omar's face and momentarily blinding the crew. A collective gasp rippled through the group, the tension in the air was palpable.
"For others," Omar's voice rose slightly, a note of excitement creeping in, "it was a random and chaotic act by a trickster or a mischievous boy, causing trouble just for the sake of it."
A gust of wind rattled the windows, making the crew jump in surprise. The storm outside seemed to be intensifying, the howling winds adding to the sense of drama in the room.
"Today, Monday, April 8, 2024," Omar's voice cut through the storm, commanding attention. "A solar eclipse is coming to America."
The lights flickered again, casting erratic patterns across the walls. The crew members huddled closer together, their faces pale in the dim light.
"In the 21st century," Omar's voice was steady, a rock in the midst of chaos. "A solar eclipse means eclipse parties."
The crew members exchanged uncertain glances, the tension in the room thickening with each passing moment. The storm outside raged on, the sound of rain pummeling against the windows.
"It means buying specialty glasses," Omar's words were a beacon of calm in the swirling maelstrom. "And building pinhole boxes and preparing to see 'the most beautiful sight you can see in nature,' as one cartographer put it."
A sudden crack of lightning split the sky outside, followed by a deafening boom of thunder that shook the room. The crew members shrieked in fear, their hands flying to their ears to block out the sound.
"But for much of human history," Omar's voice rose above the chaos, a steady thread weaving through the tumult. "That's not how people reacted to eclipses."
The crew members braced themselves as another peal of thunder echoed through the room, the sound reverberating in their bones. The storm seemed to be right on top of them, the air heavy with the scent of rain.
"Even after they were able to predict them accurately around 206 AD," Omar's voice rang out, a beacon of knowledge in the gathering darkness. "For the Chinese, the earliest word for eclipse, shih, meant to eat."
Another flash of lightning illuminated the room, casting stark shadows across the crew members' faces. Their wide eyes reflected the fear and excitement that surged through them like a current.
"And eclipses were believed to be caused by a dragon eating the sun," Omar's words were a spell, weaving a web of myth and mystery around the listeners.
The crew members were spellbound, their attention focused solely on Omar as he spun his tale. The storm outside seemed to fade into the background, the only sound in the room was his voice.
"And then humans drink dragon blood," Omar's voice was a whisper, a tantalizing secret shared only with the chosen few. "And bathed in dragon blood so they can be as powerful as a dragon and the sun."
A sudden gust of wind tore through the room, extinguishing the candles that flickered on the table. The crew members cried out in alarm, their voices lost in the howling of the storm outside.
"TJ ALEXANDER and the rest of the roster," Omar's words were a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down before his competitors. "Needs to be prepared because at Ignite, everyone will witness something new."
The crew members huddled together, their faces pale and drawn in the flickering candlelight. The shadows danced across the walls, casting a sinister pall over the room.
"New Edge Wrestling has never seen a dragon like the one they will witness at Ignite," Omar's voice was a promise, a threat, a prophecy all rolled into one.
Just then, a loud crash sounded outside, followed by a bloodcurdling scream that pierced the night. The crew members froze, their eyes wide with fear as they exchanged panicked glances.
"What was that?" one of the crew members whispered, their voice trembling with terror.
A deep rumble of laughter echoed through the room, chilling the crew members to the bone. The sound seemed to come from all around them, a malevolent presence lurking in the shadows.
"It's just the storm," Omar's voice was calm, reassuring. "Nothing to be afraid of."
But the crew members could feel a sense of unease settling over them, a creeping dread that clawed at their insides. The storm outside seemed to be alive, its fury directed at them.
Suddenly, a low moan filled the room, sending shivers down the spines of the crew members. The sound was soft at first, barely audible, but it grew louder with each passing moment.
"What is that noise?" another crew member whispered, their voice barely above a breath.
The moan rose to a crescendo, filling the room with a haunting melody that seemed to seep into the very walls. The crew members huddled closer together, seeking solace in each other's presence.
Another crash of thunder shook the room, the sound reverberating through the walls. The crew members screamed in fear, their voices blending with the storm outside in a cacophony of terror.
"Stay calm," Omar's voice cut through the chaos, a beacon of light in the swirling darkness. "We're safe here."
But the crew members could feel a sense of impending doom hanging over them, a weight that pressed down on their chests and made it hard to breathe. The storm outside seemed to mirror the turmoil within their hearts.
As the night stretched on, the crew members clung to each other, seeking comfort in the midst of the storm. Omar's words echoed in their minds, a reminder of the dragon that lurked just beyond the edge of their understanding.
And as the storm raged on, the crew members knew that they would never forget the night the Blue Dragon spoke of eclipses and dragons, of ancient myths and modern terrors, in the dark red room at Dragon Ranch.
Dragon Ranch
Springville, Utah
[Almost noon of]
Wednesday, April 10th, 2024
The echoes of weights clinking, and heavy grunts filled the air in Omar's training room at Dragon Ranch. His muscles strained and flexed under the watchful eyes of his two imposing private trainers.
"Come on, Omar! Push harder!" Trainer 1 barked, his voice booming across the room.
Omar clenched his jaw, sweat dripping down his face as he executed a flawless body slam on the practice dummy. His movements were swifter than usual, a blur of blue and silver as he moved across the mat.
Trainer 2 nodded in approval, raising an eyebrow at the sudden improvement in Omar's performance. "He's on fire today!"
From a distance, Mr. Ricky and Yuma observed the training session with keen interest. Mr. Ricky stroked his chin thoughtfully, while Yuma's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
As Omar continued to train, a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, a sound of pure determination and focus. The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of his efforts.
Trainer 1 clapped his hands together, a wide grin spreading across his face. "That's it, Omar! Keep it up! You're gonna crush TJ ALEXANDER in the ring!"
Omar moved with precision and grace; his techniques honed to perfection. It was as if he had tapped into a hidden well of strength and speed, embodying the spirit of a Dragon.
Trainer 2 whistled appreciatively, impressed by the sheer power emanating from Omar's every move. "I've never seen him like this before. It's like he's a different wrestler!"
Mr. Ricky leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing as he observed Omar's training session. "There's something different about him today. I can feel it in my bones."
nodded in agreement, a shiver running down her spine. "He's like a force of nature, moving with such grace and power. It's almost... unearthly."
As Omar executed a perfect suplex, a loud crash reverberated through the room, followed by a triumphant yell that echoed off the walls. His movements were precise, almost mechanical in their efficiency.
Trainer 1 whooped with delight, clapping Omar on the back. "That's the spirit! You're gonna be unstoppable in the ring!"
Omar's laughter rang out, a sound of sheer joy and exhilaration. He had found his rhythm, his passion fueling every move he made.
Trainer 2 exchanged a knowing look with Mr. Ricky, a sense of anticipation building between them. "He's ready. TJ ALEXANDER won't know what hit him."
With a final roar of determination, Omar finished his training session, his chest heaving with exertion. He stood tall, the embodiment of strength and determination, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
As he caught his breath, a low hum filled the room, a quiet energy thrumming through the air. It was the sound of a warrior preparing for battle, of a wrestler stepping into the ring with confidence and purpose.
Omar looked in the camera and grinned, a glint of steel in his eyes. "TJ WILL BURN!"
