The Execution of Jaice Wilds
Jun 7, 2019 17:54:54 GMT -5
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Post by 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 on Jun 7, 2019 17:54:54 GMT -5
Corey Black is seen sitting on a chair somewhere.
Corey Black
HAH! ARE YOU GONNA SUCK MY DICK OR WHAT?!
The scene fades..
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..to something sinister. Stone walls form a large circle surrounding a wooden stump. A crowd of masked men stand before the stump hooting and hollering. It's a dark night, torches light the inside of this structure which we can only assume is a castle courtyard. From a nearby doorway two masked men drag out a flailing masked man, flanked by yet another masked man carrying a large axe.
The flailing man is forced to kneel at the stump, head turned sideways. The audience hushes as yet another man steps out onto a balcony overlooking the courtyard. It's Corey Black holding a scroll. He gazes out upon his castle, and the Doom Squad housed within it. Screams from the flailing individual are muffled by the two men holding him down, they place their hands over his mouth. Corey steps forward and places one foot on the raised edge of the balcony, peering down toward the kneeling peasant.
Corey Black
Are you, in fact, going to suck me, Jaice? That's what you think of me, isn't it? Some boring one note dick joke nobody that is clinging onto whatever semblance of a career I once had. Associating my name with such up and coming stars as "L Verez" and "Jaice Wilds" because boy, that's some star power that will keep my name in people's mouths, right? You'll never understand in a million years why I came to Action Wrestling to fight - and subsequently lose to L Verez three times in a row. I could spell it out word for word and you'd still look like a deer in headlights, people like you don't understand people like me. I'm not here to jerk myself off as people grovel at my feet. I didn't send attackers after you for six months because I think you're the next big thing and I want to do what I can to help you along. I want your corpse on my floor in front of my fireplace, Wilds. You're an egotistical disease, your life is likely a fabrication by a scared little boy that can't come to terms with their own shortcomings.
I didn't just decide to call myself the King of All Wrestlers one day because it's catchy, the title was given to me. I rule over whatever kingdom I step foot in. Just so happens I recently moved here to Action Wrestling.
Oh man that's going to be a big one, isn't it. I'm just here because WCF closed and my home is gone. Here's a quick newsflash - I got Doom Squad together to destroy you months before even thinking about closing WCF. Your peanut butter brain can't think far enough beyond your own self-created hype to put the dots together. WCF's closure and my arrival here aren't related in the least. A nice coincidence, sure, but not at all a result of planning.
Speaking of Doom Squad, I'm sure you'd like to know who those folks are.. the people that terrorized you for months, beat on you and your girlfriend and friends. Where could a guy like me get access to an unlimited number of bodies to just throw at you? Adam Young gave me his black book of tag partners and stablemates. They aren't the best at what they do but they did exactly as planned. They slowly but surely pissed you off. They threw you off my scent, shit Jaice, you had no idea who it was. Johnny Maverick, your old boy, he jumped at the chance to put on a mask and show you what's what. Your arrogance transcends Action Wrestling, it has rippled throughout the wrestling world. People that haven't seen your face have heard of the ego you have, and they're thanking me for finally being the one to come forth and snuff it.
The last time we locked eyes you had pulled the wool over me, and for that I applaud you. You took some initiative and showed the world that you aren't an entirely concussed walking hospital patient. Before that though, my GOD before that, I was worried I'd be arrested for assaulting a mentally handicapped individual. At Havoc I revealed myself as the man that would destroy you, and the very next week - the VERY. NEXT. WEEK. Jaice, you came out to the ring to ask for a shot at the newly minted AW Hardcore Championship. Let's break that down real slow so you can get it. I, Corey Black, sent dozens of men to arenas you were wrestling to beat you up. Those men I sent also beat up your friends and the love of your life. When you saw who was behind the attacks, you TURNED YOUR FUCKING CHEEK LIKE THAT SCARED BOY and tried to avoid the situation.
Jaice Wilds, you sir, are AFRAID of me. Nobody in their right mind just brushes off someone like me. That's just it, you're not in your right mind. You've never been in your right mind, not since Doom Squad started attacking you. Doom Squad wormed their way into your fragile mind and caused a mental breakdown. You haven't been the same since. Surely the Burning Hammers you have taken have exasperated the issue, you are just stupid now. Look at what you have in front of you. Evolution 2, the biggest show Action Wrestling has ever put on. Instead of some mid-card cluster-nothing, you are one on one with the best. You just don't see it.
I don't blame you, you probably went back and asked your little splintered Guardian friends about the mean ol' man that bent over backwards to make them look good, but their shrew faces told the story of a monster hiding in plain sight. "Curse Corey Black," they'd say, "he pushed us to the main event by either his genius booking decisions or his willingness to jump to a different company and have matches with me." That's what I did to them, but to you, Jaice? I can't give you that. I've seen you from afar way too long to know you'd never use a gift for good. You're too up your own ass to be gracious about anything. Hell, I'm surprised you didn't vanish and turn up as Dark Spectre or Villano X or some other stupid masked gimmick to avoid me all together and get that precious gold you have to always assume you're in line for even after losing miserably time and time again.
You listen and listen good you shitbag, you're not good enough to even have a shot at gold anymore. You tasted the World Title scene, you sniffed the Hardcore, but motherfucker, I'm about to bitch slap you back to the cruiserweights. A place where you can be the biggest fish in the pond, leave the real wrestling to the heavyweights, ya feel? You're forever 201 and Fun. Stay in your lane.
Its funny how life goes like that though. One minute you're on top of a whole division, the next there's masked guys attacking you, and then THE legend of the sport comes out. I don't know what I would have done, nobody has the balls to stand up to me like that. I sure as hell wouldn't run though. And that's exactly what you did, Jaice, you tried to worm your way out of the inevitable into a HARDCORE match. Your affinity for gold masked your fear, but I see right through your masked bullshit every time. That's your game, you build veiled hype around yourself and somehow translate that into mild success. I ask you this, Jaice Wilds; show your work. Show me you belong in the upper echelon. That's what I'm doing here. That's why Doom Squad broke you for six months. Nothing more, nothing less. As simple as I can put it - you aren't shit unless you go toe to toe with me. That bravado you have is transparent. It's a security blanket. Deep down you know you'll never truly become what you say you are, if you say it enough times, it becomes reality. Keep telling yourself a lie and eventually you believe it. The lie becomes your new reality.
You already showed your colors, kid. I made damn sure you had no chance at winning Havoc, I took something you worked so hard for and in the blink of an eye with a smile on my face, I snatched it away from you. The NEXT WEEK you showed me - you showed the world that I was right to do it. Play victim all your want Wilds, you were the one I wholeheartedly wronged but with Odin as my witness you are the villain of this story. For years you have strutted through my company, this company, everyone else's company on this planet with a chip on your shoulder that you never earned. You have been nothing more than a glorified body on ninety percent of the cards I have seen you on, Jaice. You don't put effort into anything unless you might be able to write your name in a record book for it. You're a fucking belt mark and vultures like you need to be put out of everyone else's misery.
How fitting it was when you and L Verez had a match at Endgame. How goddamn fitting it was that you yourself claimed I was only in Action Wrestling to leech fame off you Guardians again. And not two weeks later, two Guardians are in my fucking company - on my company's last show - trying to leech off its name. You two weren't there because you loved WCF. You were there because it gets you off to see your names in lights, in high profile - unearned contests. You didn't put the work in, you simply showed up and went out there to bask in the crowd's reaction. And that shit makes me sick. That's why I did what I did. That's why I have continued to do what I did. If I could go back and take my matches with L back I would, she has the very same affinity you do. Her love of wrestling died shortly after our encounters and now if it isn't for gold, it isn't worth her time.
Well fuck you both, I'm done with it! I'm not a charity case. I'm the King of All Wrestlers, Wilds, you know what that means? It means while the Xtreme Aerialist is out there flipping and flopping around to try to win over a crowd that hasn't ever really given a shit about you, the King sits upon his throne in the main event and puts down legend after legend. Don't you think it's weird how I've had exactly two matches this year? How odd that must be, to have someone of my stature have interest in such a peon. I'm a draw, kid. I'm the name on the card that makes the people pay fifty bucks a week to watch a show. Jaice Wilds has never once sold a ticket, not one I have seen anyway. Perpetual mid-card try-hard with the mindset of someone like Jonny Fly. Some believe you have to think you're the best to succeed in this business. Most people aren't the best. Only one is the King.
There was one point during the attacks where you said you'd exact revenge, break every limb, tear every socket. Doom Squad had just attacked Kennedy and you were furious. Rightfully so, if anyone laid a hand on my woman, I'd threaten their lives too. You were prepared to do battle with the perpetrator in a number of 'old school extreme' matches. Convinced I was Chad Curtis or Johnny Maverick or Bubba J. Sure, you could probably beat those nameless nobodies into the canvas all day long. But the second the mask came off, Jaice, your tune changed. Gone was the fierce tenacity of a wronged man, instead was the muted squeak of a terrified mouse. The man that ordered others to attack Kennedy no longer was going to have his limbs ripped off, instead that's when you lost interest. You were merely mad at that point, I was just 'drawing ire' instead of white-hot ready to do battle Jaice Wilds. You fucking conman. You talk yourself up so high, and you believe it so much, that when your world crumbles and you come face to face with The Last King you change tune. You stopped caring about me 'riding your coattails' and your focus, shockingly, was on gold.
Jaice.. these are the sins that you'll pay for. The past you have conjured up and believe you lived. It all goes away at Evolution. The realization of everything, man. You're not a main eventer. You're not worthy of continuous title shots. You're barely good enough to be a Guardian, you're that special one they let in to meet quota. If L Verez is the one that didn't need them, you're the one that did. You leeched off them like you thought I was leeching off you. I know the type, people have told me I was that guy since 2012. They were wrong, I am not. I proved I don't need Pantheon to wipe the floor with anyone I step into the ring with. I beat all of them, I beat Wade Moor, I beat Gravedigger, I beat Torture, I beat them all Jaice, and it was recent. You will spout off how my career is dead, it was dead before WCF was dead, and you're just fucking wrong. You don't know, you can't see anything that isn't blatantly in your favor! You'd have to bend over and look out your neck hole because your head is so far up your own ass. Your thoughts and motivations are driven only by what makes things better for Jaice. You're not worried about The Guardians, or Kennedy Matthews, or even Action Wrestling as a whole. You are in it for JAICE. And now that you've come close to winning the big one, finally, you're as insufferable as ever.
You actually thought you deserved to be in the main event. You were granted a World Title match as a joke on a show booked by Beachkrew. Tell me again how that equates to success? Because you gave Lockhart a good match? Oh. Neat. What a story, mark. So then you get the opportunity to actually beat Lockhart after he already had a match earlier that night! Awesome, it's your time Jaice! No, it isn't, you lose then too. Well deserved attitude. You fail in your quest, something I won't do, Jaice. In your mind, this story should end with you slaying the King and heading back up the card, but sadly for you, I'm writing this. I've been writing this for months. It ends with you on the mat wondering why the hell you are the way you are.
I'm going to mangle your face so bad that you'll have no choice but to wear a mask.
And when you take it off, it'll be exactly the same as every other time.
You'll think you're the biggest and best wrestler to ever grace a pro wrestling ring.
But everyone else will think you're a fucking clown.
A clown that got his skull taken by The Last King.
I'll see you at Evolution, Jaice Wilds. Enjoy your final days as someone you think matters.
I, the King of All Wrestlers, sentence you to A ROYAL BEHEADING!
The Executioner takes his cue and swings the axe down upon the man laying on the stump, the crowd explodes in cheers as the hooded head rolls off the stump. A couple of Doom Squad members run up and try to snatch the head but the Executioner stops them before they can place their hands on it. Corey rolls the scroll up and returns to where he came from, a lavish purple-clad room with a large metal throne at the front. He walks over and takes a seat, sneering, seething through his teeth.
In walks Nikki Venus, his trusted adviser.
Nikki Venus
That was a bit much, don't you think? I mean this is just Jaice Wilds, a guy that has proven time and time again he'll never put one hundred percent into anything he's doing.
Corey turns his head toward the door, looking directly into Nikki's eyes.
Corey Black
I know. And that's exactly why I did it. I've been in his mind for six months. Six whole months where I sat back and watched his every move. He thinks he knows me from the tapes and his friends, but he doesn't know The Last King. He doesn't know Corey Black outside the walls of Wrestling Championship Federation. He doesn't know that I also have something to prove - I can still get it done at the highest level outside of my comfort zone. The entire roster needs to be put on notice, but Jaice himself is the one that truly has to look inside himself and find the drive. He needs to put it all aside and hope beyond hope that Odin has mercy on him. When I swing my elbow at his head, I'm going to try to hurt him. More than he already is. Odin, God, Satan, whatever entity Jaice holds in his heart, he better pray for protection.
Nikki Venus
I don't know what has gotten into you, but you've been really weird since WCF closed down. When the Doom Squad showed up here I knew something was up but this is excessive, man.
Corey Black
This is what it takes, Nikki. This is what you need to do to get through to one of those thick-brained Guardians. I know, L Verez still thinks she won the fucking lottery because she beat me over and over, not taking the gift given to her and using it for good. Where is she now?
Nikki Venus
Nobody knows.
Corey Black
Precisely. I gave her false hope, and she squandered it more than Jaice would. That is why I have to eliminate him without a shadow of a doubt. There cannot be a rematch, there cannot be a count out. I have to knock this man out and pin his shoulders so there is NO HOPE AT ALL that can be gained from his ordeal. Half the year. And he's got one on me. One time he hid in plain sight and got me. Nikki, look into my eyes.
Nikki walks closer, Corey's eyes widen and seemingly go dark.
Corey Black
I want his broken fucking soul. I want to watch him try to twist the utter decimation into a positive for himself. I want the crowd to laugh in his face as he makes up excuse after excuse, they will know, I will make damn sure there is nothing he can do. Have you ever seen a man so blissfully ignorant of his own standing crumble into nothing?
Nikki Venus
I can't say that I have..
Corey Black
It will be a spectacle.
Nikki Venus
You sound like a mad king.
Corey Black
I sound determined. The things that will spew out of Jaice's gullet will fill me with glee. He knows nothing. If it wasn't his own glory, Jaice blocks it from memory. It doesn't matter to him. I want to be the imprint left on his memory, his psyche, his very being. When Jaice Wilds goes to bed at night in the years following Evolution, I want the last thing he thinks about to be me. The last thought of me destroying him. The Doom Squad terrorizing him. An unearned status within the realm angers me more than anything. I spent nearly two decades to get to where I am, to earn the name of the Last King. He has squandered every chance he has ever had. He isn't worthy of anything beyond annihilation by my hand.
Nikki Venus
What happens next, then? Where do you go from here?
Corey Black
Away, Nikki, back here. I'll watch the man turn into the scared boy everyone knows he is, I'll watch him fumble his thoughts and somehow convince himself that he did something worth living for, and then I'll select a new toy. The next in a long line of Action Wrestling wrestlers that haven't earned their place. I will break them the same way I will break Jaice. We'll rule the land for the next twenty years, Nikki. We'll be here when Action Wrestling peaks. We'll be here when it falls. We'll be here when the next pillar rises.
Nikki Venus
I know we will. I'm just afraid of how you're acting. It seems too familiar, like something we've defeated before.
Corey Black
Oh darling Nikki, do you really think I need that to beat Jaice Wilds of all people?
Nikki Venus
It crossed my mind..
Corey Black
It has a new host, remember? I'm fine. I'm happy, even. I'm motherfucking overjoyed. Absolutely thrilled to have been doing this for so goddamn long and I'm still looked at as a joke. My accolades list is longer than Jaice's fat-ass grocery list. I've worn more titles than he has seen titties. He thinks, he has the AUDACITY TO BELIEVE he has a sliver of an iota of a chance here. Nikki, I haven't ever been more happy in my life.
Corey whips a goblet across the room, it bounces off his stone walls sending the brown liquid splashing everywhere. Nikki covers her face as Corey stands up and paces around the room.
Corey Black
This carny flippy-floppy self-entitled fuccboi who thinks his name has any value to any person will strut into Evolution with his girlfriend on his arm like he owns the place and by the end of it will need her to fucking feed him his protein shakes. This isn't an exhibition. This isn't a happy-go-lucky legend coming in to get a payday bullshit match. This is an execution. Axe to the back of the head, medieval style, blood everywhere - you wronged the wrong fucking guy - execution.
Nikki Venus
Please calm down..
Corey Black
Calm down, ha, I'll be calm when I watch the last drop of blood leave Jaice's cold dead body. I want his corpse here, in front of the throne, between it and the fireplace. He thinks he's the fucking weapon master. The God of Disaster. A long list of unearned titles that just stink of self-doubt. His will to be the leader of the Guardians showed so much, he wanted it more than anything, but even that band of dipshits didn't want him near the top. He called himself the Last General.. fuck. What is a general.. to a king?
Nikki Venus
Nobody..
Corey Black
Nobody. Fuck Jaice Wilds. He is a nobody. A never-was, not even a has-been. All he has been is a nobody. I am the Last King. The King of All Wrestlers. The Pantheon. The Jomsviking. Names that fucking mean something. Jaice will learn, one way or another. Frankly I don't care if he does. I almost want to watch him not learn as much as I want him to actually derive a lesson from all this. He isn't who he thinks he is. I am who I know I am. He is who I say he is. And I say he is ... my bitch.
Nikki Venus
You should get ready to go, the Doom Squad guys downstairs sound like they're about to start another riot.
Corey stops pacing and breathes in deep. The crisp Norwegian air fills his lungs, he exhales and smiles. That sinister smile that only comes out every so often where you know he has something planned.
Corey Black
I'm going to make him suck my dick, too.
Corey Black
HAH! ARE YOU GONNA SUCK MY DICK OR WHAT?!
The scene fades..
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..to something sinister. Stone walls form a large circle surrounding a wooden stump. A crowd of masked men stand before the stump hooting and hollering. It's a dark night, torches light the inside of this structure which we can only assume is a castle courtyard. From a nearby doorway two masked men drag out a flailing masked man, flanked by yet another masked man carrying a large axe.
The flailing man is forced to kneel at the stump, head turned sideways. The audience hushes as yet another man steps out onto a balcony overlooking the courtyard. It's Corey Black holding a scroll. He gazes out upon his castle, and the Doom Squad housed within it. Screams from the flailing individual are muffled by the two men holding him down, they place their hands over his mouth. Corey steps forward and places one foot on the raised edge of the balcony, peering down toward the kneeling peasant.
Corey Black
Are you, in fact, going to suck me, Jaice? That's what you think of me, isn't it? Some boring one note dick joke nobody that is clinging onto whatever semblance of a career I once had. Associating my name with such up and coming stars as "L Verez" and "Jaice Wilds" because boy, that's some star power that will keep my name in people's mouths, right? You'll never understand in a million years why I came to Action Wrestling to fight - and subsequently lose to L Verez three times in a row. I could spell it out word for word and you'd still look like a deer in headlights, people like you don't understand people like me. I'm not here to jerk myself off as people grovel at my feet. I didn't send attackers after you for six months because I think you're the next big thing and I want to do what I can to help you along. I want your corpse on my floor in front of my fireplace, Wilds. You're an egotistical disease, your life is likely a fabrication by a scared little boy that can't come to terms with their own shortcomings.
I didn't just decide to call myself the King of All Wrestlers one day because it's catchy, the title was given to me. I rule over whatever kingdom I step foot in. Just so happens I recently moved here to Action Wrestling.
Oh man that's going to be a big one, isn't it. I'm just here because WCF closed and my home is gone. Here's a quick newsflash - I got Doom Squad together to destroy you months before even thinking about closing WCF. Your peanut butter brain can't think far enough beyond your own self-created hype to put the dots together. WCF's closure and my arrival here aren't related in the least. A nice coincidence, sure, but not at all a result of planning.
Speaking of Doom Squad, I'm sure you'd like to know who those folks are.. the people that terrorized you for months, beat on you and your girlfriend and friends. Where could a guy like me get access to an unlimited number of bodies to just throw at you? Adam Young gave me his black book of tag partners and stablemates. They aren't the best at what they do but they did exactly as planned. They slowly but surely pissed you off. They threw you off my scent, shit Jaice, you had no idea who it was. Johnny Maverick, your old boy, he jumped at the chance to put on a mask and show you what's what. Your arrogance transcends Action Wrestling, it has rippled throughout the wrestling world. People that haven't seen your face have heard of the ego you have, and they're thanking me for finally being the one to come forth and snuff it.
The last time we locked eyes you had pulled the wool over me, and for that I applaud you. You took some initiative and showed the world that you aren't an entirely concussed walking hospital patient. Before that though, my GOD before that, I was worried I'd be arrested for assaulting a mentally handicapped individual. At Havoc I revealed myself as the man that would destroy you, and the very next week - the VERY. NEXT. WEEK. Jaice, you came out to the ring to ask for a shot at the newly minted AW Hardcore Championship. Let's break that down real slow so you can get it. I, Corey Black, sent dozens of men to arenas you were wrestling to beat you up. Those men I sent also beat up your friends and the love of your life. When you saw who was behind the attacks, you TURNED YOUR FUCKING CHEEK LIKE THAT SCARED BOY and tried to avoid the situation.
Jaice Wilds, you sir, are AFRAID of me. Nobody in their right mind just brushes off someone like me. That's just it, you're not in your right mind. You've never been in your right mind, not since Doom Squad started attacking you. Doom Squad wormed their way into your fragile mind and caused a mental breakdown. You haven't been the same since. Surely the Burning Hammers you have taken have exasperated the issue, you are just stupid now. Look at what you have in front of you. Evolution 2, the biggest show Action Wrestling has ever put on. Instead of some mid-card cluster-nothing, you are one on one with the best. You just don't see it.
I don't blame you, you probably went back and asked your little splintered Guardian friends about the mean ol' man that bent over backwards to make them look good, but their shrew faces told the story of a monster hiding in plain sight. "Curse Corey Black," they'd say, "he pushed us to the main event by either his genius booking decisions or his willingness to jump to a different company and have matches with me." That's what I did to them, but to you, Jaice? I can't give you that. I've seen you from afar way too long to know you'd never use a gift for good. You're too up your own ass to be gracious about anything. Hell, I'm surprised you didn't vanish and turn up as Dark Spectre or Villano X or some other stupid masked gimmick to avoid me all together and get that precious gold you have to always assume you're in line for even after losing miserably time and time again.
You listen and listen good you shitbag, you're not good enough to even have a shot at gold anymore. You tasted the World Title scene, you sniffed the Hardcore, but motherfucker, I'm about to bitch slap you back to the cruiserweights. A place where you can be the biggest fish in the pond, leave the real wrestling to the heavyweights, ya feel? You're forever 201 and Fun. Stay in your lane.
Its funny how life goes like that though. One minute you're on top of a whole division, the next there's masked guys attacking you, and then THE legend of the sport comes out. I don't know what I would have done, nobody has the balls to stand up to me like that. I sure as hell wouldn't run though. And that's exactly what you did, Jaice, you tried to worm your way out of the inevitable into a HARDCORE match. Your affinity for gold masked your fear, but I see right through your masked bullshit every time. That's your game, you build veiled hype around yourself and somehow translate that into mild success. I ask you this, Jaice Wilds; show your work. Show me you belong in the upper echelon. That's what I'm doing here. That's why Doom Squad broke you for six months. Nothing more, nothing less. As simple as I can put it - you aren't shit unless you go toe to toe with me. That bravado you have is transparent. It's a security blanket. Deep down you know you'll never truly become what you say you are, if you say it enough times, it becomes reality. Keep telling yourself a lie and eventually you believe it. The lie becomes your new reality.
You already showed your colors, kid. I made damn sure you had no chance at winning Havoc, I took something you worked so hard for and in the blink of an eye with a smile on my face, I snatched it away from you. The NEXT WEEK you showed me - you showed the world that I was right to do it. Play victim all your want Wilds, you were the one I wholeheartedly wronged but with Odin as my witness you are the villain of this story. For years you have strutted through my company, this company, everyone else's company on this planet with a chip on your shoulder that you never earned. You have been nothing more than a glorified body on ninety percent of the cards I have seen you on, Jaice. You don't put effort into anything unless you might be able to write your name in a record book for it. You're a fucking belt mark and vultures like you need to be put out of everyone else's misery.
How fitting it was when you and L Verez had a match at Endgame. How goddamn fitting it was that you yourself claimed I was only in Action Wrestling to leech fame off you Guardians again. And not two weeks later, two Guardians are in my fucking company - on my company's last show - trying to leech off its name. You two weren't there because you loved WCF. You were there because it gets you off to see your names in lights, in high profile - unearned contests. You didn't put the work in, you simply showed up and went out there to bask in the crowd's reaction. And that shit makes me sick. That's why I did what I did. That's why I have continued to do what I did. If I could go back and take my matches with L back I would, she has the very same affinity you do. Her love of wrestling died shortly after our encounters and now if it isn't for gold, it isn't worth her time.
Well fuck you both, I'm done with it! I'm not a charity case. I'm the King of All Wrestlers, Wilds, you know what that means? It means while the Xtreme Aerialist is out there flipping and flopping around to try to win over a crowd that hasn't ever really given a shit about you, the King sits upon his throne in the main event and puts down legend after legend. Don't you think it's weird how I've had exactly two matches this year? How odd that must be, to have someone of my stature have interest in such a peon. I'm a draw, kid. I'm the name on the card that makes the people pay fifty bucks a week to watch a show. Jaice Wilds has never once sold a ticket, not one I have seen anyway. Perpetual mid-card try-hard with the mindset of someone like Jonny Fly. Some believe you have to think you're the best to succeed in this business. Most people aren't the best. Only one is the King.
There was one point during the attacks where you said you'd exact revenge, break every limb, tear every socket. Doom Squad had just attacked Kennedy and you were furious. Rightfully so, if anyone laid a hand on my woman, I'd threaten their lives too. You were prepared to do battle with the perpetrator in a number of 'old school extreme' matches. Convinced I was Chad Curtis or Johnny Maverick or Bubba J. Sure, you could probably beat those nameless nobodies into the canvas all day long. But the second the mask came off, Jaice, your tune changed. Gone was the fierce tenacity of a wronged man, instead was the muted squeak of a terrified mouse. The man that ordered others to attack Kennedy no longer was going to have his limbs ripped off, instead that's when you lost interest. You were merely mad at that point, I was just 'drawing ire' instead of white-hot ready to do battle Jaice Wilds. You fucking conman. You talk yourself up so high, and you believe it so much, that when your world crumbles and you come face to face with The Last King you change tune. You stopped caring about me 'riding your coattails' and your focus, shockingly, was on gold.
Jaice.. these are the sins that you'll pay for. The past you have conjured up and believe you lived. It all goes away at Evolution. The realization of everything, man. You're not a main eventer. You're not worthy of continuous title shots. You're barely good enough to be a Guardian, you're that special one they let in to meet quota. If L Verez is the one that didn't need them, you're the one that did. You leeched off them like you thought I was leeching off you. I know the type, people have told me I was that guy since 2012. They were wrong, I am not. I proved I don't need Pantheon to wipe the floor with anyone I step into the ring with. I beat all of them, I beat Wade Moor, I beat Gravedigger, I beat Torture, I beat them all Jaice, and it was recent. You will spout off how my career is dead, it was dead before WCF was dead, and you're just fucking wrong. You don't know, you can't see anything that isn't blatantly in your favor! You'd have to bend over and look out your neck hole because your head is so far up your own ass. Your thoughts and motivations are driven only by what makes things better for Jaice. You're not worried about The Guardians, or Kennedy Matthews, or even Action Wrestling as a whole. You are in it for JAICE. And now that you've come close to winning the big one, finally, you're as insufferable as ever.
You actually thought you deserved to be in the main event. You were granted a World Title match as a joke on a show booked by Beachkrew. Tell me again how that equates to success? Because you gave Lockhart a good match? Oh. Neat. What a story, mark. So then you get the opportunity to actually beat Lockhart after he already had a match earlier that night! Awesome, it's your time Jaice! No, it isn't, you lose then too. Well deserved attitude. You fail in your quest, something I won't do, Jaice. In your mind, this story should end with you slaying the King and heading back up the card, but sadly for you, I'm writing this. I've been writing this for months. It ends with you on the mat wondering why the hell you are the way you are.
I'm going to mangle your face so bad that you'll have no choice but to wear a mask.
And when you take it off, it'll be exactly the same as every other time.
You'll think you're the biggest and best wrestler to ever grace a pro wrestling ring.
But everyone else will think you're a fucking clown.
A clown that got his skull taken by The Last King.
I'll see you at Evolution, Jaice Wilds. Enjoy your final days as someone you think matters.
I, the King of All Wrestlers, sentence you to A ROYAL BEHEADING!
The Executioner takes his cue and swings the axe down upon the man laying on the stump, the crowd explodes in cheers as the hooded head rolls off the stump. A couple of Doom Squad members run up and try to snatch the head but the Executioner stops them before they can place their hands on it. Corey rolls the scroll up and returns to where he came from, a lavish purple-clad room with a large metal throne at the front. He walks over and takes a seat, sneering, seething through his teeth.
In walks Nikki Venus, his trusted adviser.
Nikki Venus
That was a bit much, don't you think? I mean this is just Jaice Wilds, a guy that has proven time and time again he'll never put one hundred percent into anything he's doing.
Corey turns his head toward the door, looking directly into Nikki's eyes.
Corey Black
I know. And that's exactly why I did it. I've been in his mind for six months. Six whole months where I sat back and watched his every move. He thinks he knows me from the tapes and his friends, but he doesn't know The Last King. He doesn't know Corey Black outside the walls of Wrestling Championship Federation. He doesn't know that I also have something to prove - I can still get it done at the highest level outside of my comfort zone. The entire roster needs to be put on notice, but Jaice himself is the one that truly has to look inside himself and find the drive. He needs to put it all aside and hope beyond hope that Odin has mercy on him. When I swing my elbow at his head, I'm going to try to hurt him. More than he already is. Odin, God, Satan, whatever entity Jaice holds in his heart, he better pray for protection.
Nikki Venus
I don't know what has gotten into you, but you've been really weird since WCF closed down. When the Doom Squad showed up here I knew something was up but this is excessive, man.
Corey Black
This is what it takes, Nikki. This is what you need to do to get through to one of those thick-brained Guardians. I know, L Verez still thinks she won the fucking lottery because she beat me over and over, not taking the gift given to her and using it for good. Where is she now?
Nikki Venus
Nobody knows.
Corey Black
Precisely. I gave her false hope, and she squandered it more than Jaice would. That is why I have to eliminate him without a shadow of a doubt. There cannot be a rematch, there cannot be a count out. I have to knock this man out and pin his shoulders so there is NO HOPE AT ALL that can be gained from his ordeal. Half the year. And he's got one on me. One time he hid in plain sight and got me. Nikki, look into my eyes.
Nikki walks closer, Corey's eyes widen and seemingly go dark.
Corey Black
I want his broken fucking soul. I want to watch him try to twist the utter decimation into a positive for himself. I want the crowd to laugh in his face as he makes up excuse after excuse, they will know, I will make damn sure there is nothing he can do. Have you ever seen a man so blissfully ignorant of his own standing crumble into nothing?
Nikki Venus
I can't say that I have..
Corey Black
It will be a spectacle.
Nikki Venus
You sound like a mad king.
Corey Black
I sound determined. The things that will spew out of Jaice's gullet will fill me with glee. He knows nothing. If it wasn't his own glory, Jaice blocks it from memory. It doesn't matter to him. I want to be the imprint left on his memory, his psyche, his very being. When Jaice Wilds goes to bed at night in the years following Evolution, I want the last thing he thinks about to be me. The last thought of me destroying him. The Doom Squad terrorizing him. An unearned status within the realm angers me more than anything. I spent nearly two decades to get to where I am, to earn the name of the Last King. He has squandered every chance he has ever had. He isn't worthy of anything beyond annihilation by my hand.
Nikki Venus
What happens next, then? Where do you go from here?
Corey Black
Away, Nikki, back here. I'll watch the man turn into the scared boy everyone knows he is, I'll watch him fumble his thoughts and somehow convince himself that he did something worth living for, and then I'll select a new toy. The next in a long line of Action Wrestling wrestlers that haven't earned their place. I will break them the same way I will break Jaice. We'll rule the land for the next twenty years, Nikki. We'll be here when Action Wrestling peaks. We'll be here when it falls. We'll be here when the next pillar rises.
Nikki Venus
I know we will. I'm just afraid of how you're acting. It seems too familiar, like something we've defeated before.
Corey Black
Oh darling Nikki, do you really think I need that to beat Jaice Wilds of all people?
Nikki Venus
It crossed my mind..
Corey Black
It has a new host, remember? I'm fine. I'm happy, even. I'm motherfucking overjoyed. Absolutely thrilled to have been doing this for so goddamn long and I'm still looked at as a joke. My accolades list is longer than Jaice's fat-ass grocery list. I've worn more titles than he has seen titties. He thinks, he has the AUDACITY TO BELIEVE he has a sliver of an iota of a chance here. Nikki, I haven't ever been more happy in my life.
Corey whips a goblet across the room, it bounces off his stone walls sending the brown liquid splashing everywhere. Nikki covers her face as Corey stands up and paces around the room.
Corey Black
This carny flippy-floppy self-entitled fuccboi who thinks his name has any value to any person will strut into Evolution with his girlfriend on his arm like he owns the place and by the end of it will need her to fucking feed him his protein shakes. This isn't an exhibition. This isn't a happy-go-lucky legend coming in to get a payday bullshit match. This is an execution. Axe to the back of the head, medieval style, blood everywhere - you wronged the wrong fucking guy - execution.
Nikki Venus
Please calm down..
Corey Black
Calm down, ha, I'll be calm when I watch the last drop of blood leave Jaice's cold dead body. I want his corpse here, in front of the throne, between it and the fireplace. He thinks he's the fucking weapon master. The God of Disaster. A long list of unearned titles that just stink of self-doubt. His will to be the leader of the Guardians showed so much, he wanted it more than anything, but even that band of dipshits didn't want him near the top. He called himself the Last General.. fuck. What is a general.. to a king?
Nikki Venus
Nobody..
Corey Black
Nobody. Fuck Jaice Wilds. He is a nobody. A never-was, not even a has-been. All he has been is a nobody. I am the Last King. The King of All Wrestlers. The Pantheon. The Jomsviking. Names that fucking mean something. Jaice will learn, one way or another. Frankly I don't care if he does. I almost want to watch him not learn as much as I want him to actually derive a lesson from all this. He isn't who he thinks he is. I am who I know I am. He is who I say he is. And I say he is ... my bitch.
Nikki Venus
You should get ready to go, the Doom Squad guys downstairs sound like they're about to start another riot.
Corey stops pacing and breathes in deep. The crisp Norwegian air fills his lungs, he exhales and smiles. That sinister smile that only comes out every so often where you know he has something planned.
Corey Black
I'm going to make him suck my dick, too.