Blake

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As he made his way to the ring, he spotted two fans wearing Sunset Sharks merchandise, holding signs supporting the tag team. Blake paused for a moment, sneering at them and mouthing,
“Losers,” before continuing his walk to the ring. He loved moments like these—moments where he could remind everyone exactly who was in charge.
He had made sure of that earlier. Backstage, he’d overheard Klaus and Finn, the so-called Sunset Sharks, talking about their big tag team aspirations. They were nobodies in Blake’s eyes, but they talked like they were ready to take over the division. That’s when Blake decided to step in.
"Tag teams? Overrated. A couple of chumps like you couldn’t last five minutes against me!" Blake had just laughed. These two were nothing more than stepping stones. That’s when he challenged them both to a match. Not a fair tag team bout—no, Blake didn’t need a partner. He was more than enough to handle both of them on his own.
Now, as he stepped into the ring, Blake leaned against the ropes, completely at ease.
"They can strategize all they want, but once they step in here, it’s over. They’re outclassed, plain and simple." As the crowd cheered for the Sharks, Blake soaked in the boos. These fans didn’t know what they wanted. Sure, they cheered for Klaus amd Finn now, but once Blake had them tapping out or eating the mat, they’d be in awe of his skill, just like everyone else.
“Introducing first, standing in at 6’1” and weighing 248 pounds… he is the self-proclaimed ‘Pretty Boy’... Blaaake Covington!”
Blake grinned as the boos grew louder, raising his arms and flexing his muscles for the crowd. He climbed the turnbuckle, making a grand show of pointing at himself before mockingly blowing kisses to the female fans in the front row. They could boo all they wanted—he knew they loved him deep down. Who could resist?


