Post by blakeoreilly on Mar 23, 2022 2:34:18 GMT
February 18th
Seattle, Washington
6:03am
The sunlight hit Blake right in the face around six in the morning. Turning his head he looked over to see his beautiful girlfriend Iggy Deluna snoozing peacefully as he carefully rolled out of bed.
He headed to the balcony of his home in Seattle, Washington. Iggy had made the journey over for Blake's match in Mainstream Wrestling. It wasn't uncommon for them to travel to each other's cities to support one another.
After about an hour of some meditation he heard the soft sound of the sliding door open. Out came Iggy in her pajamas with a yawn and smile.
"Hey you." She said softly coming over to Blake who sat in a rocking chair, she sat down on his lap as the two embraced with a sweet short kiss. "What's up?"
Blake smiled as they rocked in the chair. "Well... got some news... so that Federation you signed with... Cult? Well... I've been in contact with em too... and Today I sign the dotted line... not gonna lie at first I didnt want to invade a spot that I know youre gonna absolutely shine in. But something told me to bring my talents over too." He admitted.
He was being honest he didn't wanna end up being that couple that wrestled everywhere together as they had their own lives of course. But this federation felt right to Blake and he wasnt opposed to being the guy that she could come to before and after matches.
"Weeeell, we can shine together. And besides I don't mind giving you some love taps if we have to in the ring." She smirked.
"Love taps? You'd lariat my head off! But I'd never want it any other way." He said relieved that she wasnt feeling anything negative about his presence on the same show.
"It'll be good to have a support system for each other. We can build something." She responded
"Oh we're bouta absolutely take over. Our names will be the first that people think of when Cult comes up!" Blake grinned.
"Hmm I like the sound of that. You know what else I like the sound of... some O'Reilly waffles." Iggy said giving another peck to his lips before standing up. Blake chuckled as he stood up as well. "Breakfast now, Cult Takeover later." He said with a laugh before they headed back inside
Atlanta, Georgia
State Farm Arena
3/6/22
The arena is full of energy during Blake O'Reilly's triple threat in Mainstream against his former Trainer Aria Price and current enemy Delaney Kingston.
Blake slaps his own chest getting hype before feeling a clubbing blow to the back from Price. Blake turns around and kicks Aria in the gut before lifting her up in powerbomb position and throws her into the corner with a Buckle bomb! As she staggers out of the corner Blake comes flying in with a claymore kick!
He picks up her practically lifeless body and O'Reilly hooks the opponent's head in a reverse DDT fashion before spinning and driving their face into the mat! O'Reilly Factor and hooks the leg for 1…2…3!
After the match Blake made his way to the lockeroom a towel around his neck as he set his Mainstream Tag Title down. A knock on the door was heard as his head popped up seeing his tag team partner Bobby Larson.
"Nice win out there bud. Not much of a match... Biggs is proud." Larson smirked.
"Damm right, I just did what we worked on last night. This Television title tourney is pretty much mine to win at this point!" Blake laughed with cockiness.
"Easy big fella. This was one match of many... but uuuh heard you're about to be bringing your talents to another company?" Larson raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah I am. Gotta prove Poppa Biggs training works elsewhere too. Our tagging has been impeccable... but I gotta ensure my destiny goes beyond just the Tag Titles!" Blake stated pulling off his boot.
"Well wishing you luck. Who's your opponent?" His partner asked.
"Some freak from the ring movie it feels like...." Blake shrugged as the two fist bumped.
"Team Sexy!" Said Larson
"Have mercy!" Replied O'Reilly
March 29th
7pm
Backstage Area
The camera pans to backstage showing a flight of stairs, soon a pair of white boots is seen walking down them slowly before the camera slowly pans upward showing one of the newest signees Blake O'Reilly. He smirks as he grips the towel around his neck flexing his chest muscles a bit.
Blake: "My name... Is Blake O'Reilly... and if you don't know who I am I chalk it up to you just not watching wrestling... well... good wrestling that is. But I'm a nice guy so let me educate some of you.
I am the greatest acquisition in the history of acquisitions. A second generation wrestling star... who has spent all 25 years of my life fighting and clawing my way to this point... my father is a very powerful man and has definitely helped open a few doors for me... and most see that as a handout... but here's the thing most of you wouldn't even be able to walk through those doors even if it was open to you.
That term... last of a dying breed? I hate that shit. Cuz that just means your closer to extinction and your legacy Fading away. I'm the first and only of a whole new breed. I'm the Real Deal Blake O'Reilly and I didn't come here to just be a footnote... I came here to be the whole damn book."
O'Reilly cracks his neck as he chuckles to himself.
Blake: "But... like every good book there is a Chapter one and that Chapter starts here tonight. See upper management knew as soon as I signed the dotted line that The Real Deal needed a proper opponent... well I got an opponent... proper isn't the word I'd use to describe em though. Jane Doe... the Helen Keller of Cult.
See cuz I already know you can't talk... and well I also know you dont hear too well because when you heard you'd be wrestling me on the first show your initial reaction wasn't to call off or ask... sorry sign? Sign... for a different opponent. And you gotta be blind as a damn bat if you see yourself getting a dub over me... hell Stevie Wonder has a bettwr shot at it to be quite honest with you.
This ain't no Halloween party but everything I'm gonna do tonight will make you feel like a dumb blonde chick in a horror movie. Although... gotta admit you already have the Halloween aesthetic going for you. It works for ya really... but tonight ends with my boot rested on your terrifying bosom and my hand held high in victory. With a message sent to all your weird ass friends from the nether!
Because Jane Doe... like your name suggests... you're just another body... But I'm the one and only Real Deal Blake O'Reilly."
Blake points at the camera with a smirk.
Blake:Little. Ass. Footnote...
Blake then points to himself.
Blake: WHOLE. DAMN. BOOK Baby.
Seattle, Washington
6:03am
The sunlight hit Blake right in the face around six in the morning. Turning his head he looked over to see his beautiful girlfriend Iggy Deluna snoozing peacefully as he carefully rolled out of bed.
He headed to the balcony of his home in Seattle, Washington. Iggy had made the journey over for Blake's match in Mainstream Wrestling. It wasn't uncommon for them to travel to each other's cities to support one another.
After about an hour of some meditation he heard the soft sound of the sliding door open. Out came Iggy in her pajamas with a yawn and smile.
"Hey you." She said softly coming over to Blake who sat in a rocking chair, she sat down on his lap as the two embraced with a sweet short kiss. "What's up?"
Blake smiled as they rocked in the chair. "Well... got some news... so that Federation you signed with... Cult? Well... I've been in contact with em too... and Today I sign the dotted line... not gonna lie at first I didnt want to invade a spot that I know youre gonna absolutely shine in. But something told me to bring my talents over too." He admitted.
He was being honest he didn't wanna end up being that couple that wrestled everywhere together as they had their own lives of course. But this federation felt right to Blake and he wasnt opposed to being the guy that she could come to before and after matches.
"Weeeell, we can shine together. And besides I don't mind giving you some love taps if we have to in the ring." She smirked.
"Love taps? You'd lariat my head off! But I'd never want it any other way." He said relieved that she wasnt feeling anything negative about his presence on the same show.
"It'll be good to have a support system for each other. We can build something." She responded
"Oh we're bouta absolutely take over. Our names will be the first that people think of when Cult comes up!" Blake grinned.
"Hmm I like the sound of that. You know what else I like the sound of... some O'Reilly waffles." Iggy said giving another peck to his lips before standing up. Blake chuckled as he stood up as well. "Breakfast now, Cult Takeover later." He said with a laugh before they headed back inside
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Atlanta, Georgia
State Farm Arena
3/6/22
The arena is full of energy during Blake O'Reilly's triple threat in Mainstream against his former Trainer Aria Price and current enemy Delaney Kingston.
Blake slaps his own chest getting hype before feeling a clubbing blow to the back from Price. Blake turns around and kicks Aria in the gut before lifting her up in powerbomb position and throws her into the corner with a Buckle bomb! As she staggers out of the corner Blake comes flying in with a claymore kick!
He picks up her practically lifeless body and O'Reilly hooks the opponent's head in a reverse DDT fashion before spinning and driving their face into the mat! O'Reilly Factor and hooks the leg for 1…2…3!
After the match Blake made his way to the lockeroom a towel around his neck as he set his Mainstream Tag Title down. A knock on the door was heard as his head popped up seeing his tag team partner Bobby Larson.
"Nice win out there bud. Not much of a match... Biggs is proud." Larson smirked.
"Damm right, I just did what we worked on last night. This Television title tourney is pretty much mine to win at this point!" Blake laughed with cockiness.
"Easy big fella. This was one match of many... but uuuh heard you're about to be bringing your talents to another company?" Larson raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah I am. Gotta prove Poppa Biggs training works elsewhere too. Our tagging has been impeccable... but I gotta ensure my destiny goes beyond just the Tag Titles!" Blake stated pulling off his boot.
"Well wishing you luck. Who's your opponent?" His partner asked.
"Some freak from the ring movie it feels like...." Blake shrugged as the two fist bumped.
"Team Sexy!" Said Larson
"Have mercy!" Replied O'Reilly
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March 29th
7pm
Backstage Area
The camera pans to backstage showing a flight of stairs, soon a pair of white boots is seen walking down them slowly before the camera slowly pans upward showing one of the newest signees Blake O'Reilly. He smirks as he grips the towel around his neck flexing his chest muscles a bit.
Blake: "My name... Is Blake O'Reilly... and if you don't know who I am I chalk it up to you just not watching wrestling... well... good wrestling that is. But I'm a nice guy so let me educate some of you.
I am the greatest acquisition in the history of acquisitions. A second generation wrestling star... who has spent all 25 years of my life fighting and clawing my way to this point... my father is a very powerful man and has definitely helped open a few doors for me... and most see that as a handout... but here's the thing most of you wouldn't even be able to walk through those doors even if it was open to you.
That term... last of a dying breed? I hate that shit. Cuz that just means your closer to extinction and your legacy Fading away. I'm the first and only of a whole new breed. I'm the Real Deal Blake O'Reilly and I didn't come here to just be a footnote... I came here to be the whole damn book."
O'Reilly cracks his neck as he chuckles to himself.
Blake: "But... like every good book there is a Chapter one and that Chapter starts here tonight. See upper management knew as soon as I signed the dotted line that The Real Deal needed a proper opponent... well I got an opponent... proper isn't the word I'd use to describe em though. Jane Doe... the Helen Keller of Cult.
See cuz I already know you can't talk... and well I also know you dont hear too well because when you heard you'd be wrestling me on the first show your initial reaction wasn't to call off or ask... sorry sign? Sign... for a different opponent. And you gotta be blind as a damn bat if you see yourself getting a dub over me... hell Stevie Wonder has a bettwr shot at it to be quite honest with you.
This ain't no Halloween party but everything I'm gonna do tonight will make you feel like a dumb blonde chick in a horror movie. Although... gotta admit you already have the Halloween aesthetic going for you. It works for ya really... but tonight ends with my boot rested on your terrifying bosom and my hand held high in victory. With a message sent to all your weird ass friends from the nether!
Because Jane Doe... like your name suggests... you're just another body... But I'm the one and only Real Deal Blake O'Reilly."
Blake points at the camera with a smirk.
Blake:Little. Ass. Footnote...
Blake then points to himself.
Blake: WHOLE. DAMN. BOOK Baby.
