Surprise, muthafuggahs!!
Dec 18, 2022 14:55:19 GMT -5
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Post by Jaice Wilds on Dec 18, 2022 14:55:19 GMT -5
The door has been opened.
The door has been opened, and through it steps destruction. Through the door steps chaos, disorder and insanity. Through the door comes a force unlike anything before and anything that will come after him.
The camera fades in on Jaice Wilds, perched on a cement block amidst the remains of a demolitioned building. He looks skyward, taking a deep breath.
I needed a break from the action. A moment to gather my thoughts, to redirect. But I had contractual obligations; so I didn't mind playing the lackey. The jester. The comedic relief; the guy who brought views simply by being a little extra dramatic.
"But you were a laughing stock."
And?
I was getting paid to rest my bones and still be the biggest draw for Action Wrestling. Win fuckin' win, baby. But just as I got the itch to step back in the ring, I am once again slammed for causing controversy. Why? Because, as per usual, I make a move that pisses off somebody with a modicum of power, and I get thrown to the wolves for it.
Wilds turns towards the camera, a grin. He takes a moment, breathing in deeply.
But what they keep forgetting- what everyone... keeps… forgetting…
Is that when you throw me to the wolves, I always return leading the fucking pack. I landed on my feet, found a few more hunting grounds, took names and titles. And I came back hungry for more. And now, once more, the Cruiserweight Division is at my mercy. For one match, for longer… who knows? But at least for one night, the King of Controversy is back to do what he does best- wreak goddamn havok on anyone and everyone who dares to step to him. To eliminate whatever self-proclaimed threats stand in his way.
Wilds turns to the desolation around him, taking a moment. He turns back, furrowing his brow.
Cruiser Havoc. My one chance to rebuild from the ground up.
Now, I know this is the part where usually I'm supposed to call out various people in the match, run them down, tell them they suck. Explain to everyone why I'm leaps and bounds above them in every perceivable way. How I'm going to win Cruiser Havoc and go on to face the Champ and take the title…
Nope. You all can run the names and numbers. Spit all the bullshit you want about how much better you are than everyone else. Tell everyone that you need to win this one for one reason or another. And that's fine.
But me?
I'm not here to win. I'm not even beginning to concern myself with the Cruiserweight Champion. I am here to cause chaos. To show the world what happens when I am unleashed on the general populace. I am here to make a goddamn statement. And win, lose or draw, Action Wrestling is once again going to feel the unbridled aerial tenacity of the God of Horrorkore.
Jaice jumps down off the rubble, digging through the dust. He finds a decent sized pebble, a grin crossing his face.
See you soon, kids.
Wilds skips the pebble into the construction rubble, walking off into the sunset…
The door has been opened, and through it steps destruction. Through the door steps chaos, disorder and insanity. Through the door comes a force unlike anything before and anything that will come after him.
The camera fades in on Jaice Wilds, perched on a cement block amidst the remains of a demolitioned building. He looks skyward, taking a deep breath.
I needed a break from the action. A moment to gather my thoughts, to redirect. But I had contractual obligations; so I didn't mind playing the lackey. The jester. The comedic relief; the guy who brought views simply by being a little extra dramatic.
"But you were a laughing stock."
And?
I was getting paid to rest my bones and still be the biggest draw for Action Wrestling. Win fuckin' win, baby. But just as I got the itch to step back in the ring, I am once again slammed for causing controversy. Why? Because, as per usual, I make a move that pisses off somebody with a modicum of power, and I get thrown to the wolves for it.
Wilds turns towards the camera, a grin. He takes a moment, breathing in deeply.
But what they keep forgetting- what everyone... keeps… forgetting…
Is that when you throw me to the wolves, I always return leading the fucking pack. I landed on my feet, found a few more hunting grounds, took names and titles. And I came back hungry for more. And now, once more, the Cruiserweight Division is at my mercy. For one match, for longer… who knows? But at least for one night, the King of Controversy is back to do what he does best- wreak goddamn havok on anyone and everyone who dares to step to him. To eliminate whatever self-proclaimed threats stand in his way.
Wilds turns to the desolation around him, taking a moment. He turns back, furrowing his brow.
Cruiser Havoc. My one chance to rebuild from the ground up.
Now, I know this is the part where usually I'm supposed to call out various people in the match, run them down, tell them they suck. Explain to everyone why I'm leaps and bounds above them in every perceivable way. How I'm going to win Cruiser Havoc and go on to face the Champ and take the title…
Nope. You all can run the names and numbers. Spit all the bullshit you want about how much better you are than everyone else. Tell everyone that you need to win this one for one reason or another. And that's fine.
But me?
I'm not here to win. I'm not even beginning to concern myself with the Cruiserweight Champion. I am here to cause chaos. To show the world what happens when I am unleashed on the general populace. I am here to make a goddamn statement. And win, lose or draw, Action Wrestling is once again going to feel the unbridled aerial tenacity of the God of Horrorkore.
Jaice jumps down off the rubble, digging through the dust. He finds a decent sized pebble, a grin crossing his face.
See you soon, kids.
Wilds skips the pebble into the construction rubble, walking off into the sunset…
