Post by Jaice Wilds on Dec 31, 2023 13:56:31 GMT -5
The following is a letter addressed and published to the Action Wrestling website.
Coward
I come to Clash to settle a score with someone else. I offer you an out and you choose rather to assault me from behind.
Coward.
I get into the ring with you, ready to win championship gold until your lackeys get involved and cheat me out of victory.
Coward.
I lose a massive title defense. I'm in my locker room, recovering from that defeat when you ambush me. Four on one.
Coward.
Broken and battered, I sweep the floor with your precious Keer Twins. And after that match, you assault me from behind with a steel chair.
Coward.
You demand that I face Plan S in a match. And when I accept whole-heartedly; when I don't bat an eye at the mere thought of facing your giant… you change the game and, once again, attack me from behind.
COWARD.
It seems to be a recurring theme with you, Raja. You come in, acting like a big shot. You flaunt yourself as some kind of hero; the royal prince of this prideful country from whence only the greatest are born and raised. And you talk to your people as though you are this virtuous leader who stands on the front line to protect his subjects.
But it's all a facade.
You take cheap shots against those who are already tired and injured.
You bide your time, waiting to assault someone from behind rather than head-on like a man.
You send others to do your dirty work while you cower in the shadows.
For months, Raja, you have stood before Tripura. Spouting all this propaganda about how I'm a “terrorist” and a threat to your kingdom. You've made empty speeches about how you will protect Tripura. But it seems every time my name hangs above your head, a bead of sweat begins to drop. And after every victory I've secured at your expense, another bead forms to follow the last.
And now?
Now, I'm suddenly supposed to be afraid. I'm suddenly supposed to be apprehensive, because you want to lock me into a cage with you. Hell, two cages. And I suppose the whole “Tripura Prison Match” is supposed to give you something akin to a home field advantage. Have you even bothered to read up on your history, Raja?
Much of my formative and teen years were spent as a carny. And on more than one occasion, that placed me in much smaller cages with much larger predators. Predators, mind you, that didn't. fear. me.
And on top of that, you think slapping your country's name on something gives you an advantage. Do you ever listen when the Keer Twins read you these letters? Have you watched a single match from my library?? Nobody in the business is more at home and comfortable with these kinds of matches than yours truly. You slap whatever name pops into your empty little head on this; I will always be ready to eliminate any threat that stands in my way.
You have thrown everything at me. I survived the multiple attacks from behind. I decimated the Keer Twins. I didn't even get a fair shake against Plan S because you were too scared I would make your biggest threat look like child's play. And now… now you want to throw out a challenge that is supposed to make or break things in your favor??
Challenge. Accepted.
Understand this, Raja: you are presenting me with a big match. And I can appreciate what it is you're trying to do. But there is nothing in this industry that is bigger than me. Not you, not your lackeys, not your giant… not even your Tripura Prison Match. At the first Clash of 2024, my name is going to skyrocket your career. You're going to be as big as you'll ever get in this business. So after I'm done beating you into the ground… the question will be, where do you go from here?
Where do you go after the most prolific defeat of your career?
Where do you go after your most drastic of measures horribly fails you?
Where do you go when all that you have, all that you are, is just not good enough??
Where do you go, Raja, when you've put everything on the line… and you lose it all??
This will be your greatest test to date. Potentially what will become the biggest match of your entire career.
And you have effectively set yourself up for failure.
Tripura Prison? Fuck prison. I'll see you in Hell, bitch. You and your lackluster army of wasted potential.
Coward
I come to Clash to settle a score with someone else. I offer you an out and you choose rather to assault me from behind.
Coward.
I get into the ring with you, ready to win championship gold until your lackeys get involved and cheat me out of victory.
Coward.
I lose a massive title defense. I'm in my locker room, recovering from that defeat when you ambush me. Four on one.
Coward.
Broken and battered, I sweep the floor with your precious Keer Twins. And after that match, you assault me from behind with a steel chair.
Coward.
You demand that I face Plan S in a match. And when I accept whole-heartedly; when I don't bat an eye at the mere thought of facing your giant… you change the game and, once again, attack me from behind.
COWARD.
It seems to be a recurring theme with you, Raja. You come in, acting like a big shot. You flaunt yourself as some kind of hero; the royal prince of this prideful country from whence only the greatest are born and raised. And you talk to your people as though you are this virtuous leader who stands on the front line to protect his subjects.
But it's all a facade.
You take cheap shots against those who are already tired and injured.
You bide your time, waiting to assault someone from behind rather than head-on like a man.
You send others to do your dirty work while you cower in the shadows.
For months, Raja, you have stood before Tripura. Spouting all this propaganda about how I'm a “terrorist” and a threat to your kingdom. You've made empty speeches about how you will protect Tripura. But it seems every time my name hangs above your head, a bead of sweat begins to drop. And after every victory I've secured at your expense, another bead forms to follow the last.
And now?
Now, I'm suddenly supposed to be afraid. I'm suddenly supposed to be apprehensive, because you want to lock me into a cage with you. Hell, two cages. And I suppose the whole “Tripura Prison Match” is supposed to give you something akin to a home field advantage. Have you even bothered to read up on your history, Raja?
Much of my formative and teen years were spent as a carny. And on more than one occasion, that placed me in much smaller cages with much larger predators. Predators, mind you, that didn't. fear. me.
And on top of that, you think slapping your country's name on something gives you an advantage. Do you ever listen when the Keer Twins read you these letters? Have you watched a single match from my library?? Nobody in the business is more at home and comfortable with these kinds of matches than yours truly. You slap whatever name pops into your empty little head on this; I will always be ready to eliminate any threat that stands in my way.
You have thrown everything at me. I survived the multiple attacks from behind. I decimated the Keer Twins. I didn't even get a fair shake against Plan S because you were too scared I would make your biggest threat look like child's play. And now… now you want to throw out a challenge that is supposed to make or break things in your favor??
Challenge. Accepted.
Understand this, Raja: you are presenting me with a big match. And I can appreciate what it is you're trying to do. But there is nothing in this industry that is bigger than me. Not you, not your lackeys, not your giant… not even your Tripura Prison Match. At the first Clash of 2024, my name is going to skyrocket your career. You're going to be as big as you'll ever get in this business. So after I'm done beating you into the ground… the question will be, where do you go from here?
Where do you go after the most prolific defeat of your career?
Where do you go after your most drastic of measures horribly fails you?
Where do you go when all that you have, all that you are, is just not good enough??
Where do you go, Raja, when you've put everything on the line… and you lose it all??
This will be your greatest test to date. Potentially what will become the biggest match of your entire career.
And you have effectively set yourself up for failure.
Tripura Prison? Fuck prison. I'll see you in Hell, bitch. You and your lackluster army of wasted potential.