Post by Jaice Wilds on Mar 10, 2024 11:19:07 GMT -5
The following is a letter addressed and published to the Action Wrestling website.
I had every intention of being here last week. Looking Teo Blaze in the face, discussing man-to-man what it meant for the two of us to be competing for the grandest prize in our business. And then I got a call from a buddy in corporate; they wanted me to head to South America and Mexico for a few days to spread some goodwill and scout potential talent for Action Wrestling. And what do you say when you're asked to perform such a high honor? You hop a damn plane and check out some Lucha Libre, that's what you fuckin do.
So I went. And I met some great people and had an amazing time. And who knows; within the next few months, we might even see some new blood on the Action roster. But for now, it's time to refocus on the present. And there's no better way to do that than jumping right back into the fire- or, in this case, the ring.
As fate would have it, the road to Match Madness sees a callback to Final Chapter, and the return of the Aerial Assassins. May have sounded better in my head than it does on paper, but I like it. The last time TJ Alexander and I were paired up, it was an out-of-the-blue title opportunity where we ended up being the least experienced as a duo. Which was the biggest reason we failed that night; I mean, I came in fresh off an injury and TJ didn't hardly know me from Adam… what were we to expect?? But we battled with our hearts, our beings. And we learned from that battle. I mean, look at what we've accomplished since then: I stand as the number one contender to the World Championship. And TJ? That man is on a path to etching his name next to some of the biggest and brightest stars this industry has ever produced. Two men, thrown together by fate, heading into Match Madness with a hunger for greatness; a hunger for competition; a hunger… for gold…
TJ Alexander. Jaice Wilds.
We are a train on a collision course with destiny. And in our paths?
Two men, united in the same confusion as we were, tasked with making a name for themselves at the expense of two top title contenders. A task that would seem daunting, for certain. But proves ever more so when one of your opponents has already handed your own ass to you.
Right, Jacob?
I mean, it was maybe a month, month and a half ago when we met in the squared circle. And I gave no less respect then as I do now when I say you were an incredible test of my abilities. But while I've moved upwards and changed my own trajectory, you… you've managed to remain stagnant. You're the exact same Jacob Koenig that I pinned the first go round. And the sad part about it- the almost crazy part- is that you have all the talent in the world to be where I am. You're a studied master of the game. You know every strike, every grapple, every hold, every submission; and every counter for every one of these things. You know this sport arguably better than you know yourself, and yet it never seems to click for you when it matters most.
It's pitiful, Jake. I pity your situation. I fought you, tooth and nail, not two months ago. And I saw nothing but greatness in your future. But what have you done with all your ring prowess? What have you done with all the potential I saw in you that night?? What did you take from that match to move the needle in your own career??
Not. A damn. Thing.
All your training, all your natural talent, all your optimism… all for naught. You came to Action Wrestling as a promising star, and you've become little more than a ball of refuse fallen off the plane. And now… now you're tasked with a mission to prove our first match wasn't a fluke. To prove that it was you who were destined to win. And you have to look yourself in the mirror, knowing the truth… it never was.
Chaos came knocking at your door then. Everything you thought you knew about wrestling went out the window. Everything you held so dear meant nothing... and now, you stand across the ring once again from the man who destroyed your faith. And if I’m being honest, Jacob; if I’m being completely and utterly transparent… I don't think you have the will to stop me from breaking your faith again.
And as far as your partner is concerned?
I’m always down to put new meat to the test. I’ve always been willing to put fresh talent to the grindstone to prove themselves. But if I’m going to remain honest here… this Mario fellow seems underwhelming.
I mean, his portfolio says “mob boss”; but his appearance says ‘stalker who keeps walking into the wrong house looking for his prey’.
His facial expression says “don't fuck with me”, but the rest of him says “I get fucked up on shrooms with my brother in the sewers while we abuse animals.”
His resume claims he has an iron fist, but his actual fists look like he's been playing in mulch.
You look like an absolute monster on paper, Mario, but this ain't all sunshine and rainbows. When it comes to Action Wrestling, I am the final level. And if you think you're just going to jump in your go-kart and drive past me on your way to grab your star, you got another thing coming. You can keep draggin through this place like a haunted mansion, but there will be no escape once that bell rings. And when the final credits roll, no peaches, daisies or toads are going to be able to save you from the fact that you got smashed, bro.
This Monday, two number one contenders face off against two sub-par pretenders. And TJ... I'm glad the Aerial Assassins get an extra life.
See you at Clash, fellas.
I had every intention of being here last week. Looking Teo Blaze in the face, discussing man-to-man what it meant for the two of us to be competing for the grandest prize in our business. And then I got a call from a buddy in corporate; they wanted me to head to South America and Mexico for a few days to spread some goodwill and scout potential talent for Action Wrestling. And what do you say when you're asked to perform such a high honor? You hop a damn plane and check out some Lucha Libre, that's what you fuckin do.
So I went. And I met some great people and had an amazing time. And who knows; within the next few months, we might even see some new blood on the Action roster. But for now, it's time to refocus on the present. And there's no better way to do that than jumping right back into the fire- or, in this case, the ring.
As fate would have it, the road to Match Madness sees a callback to Final Chapter, and the return of the Aerial Assassins. May have sounded better in my head than it does on paper, but I like it. The last time TJ Alexander and I were paired up, it was an out-of-the-blue title opportunity where we ended up being the least experienced as a duo. Which was the biggest reason we failed that night; I mean, I came in fresh off an injury and TJ didn't hardly know me from Adam… what were we to expect?? But we battled with our hearts, our beings. And we learned from that battle. I mean, look at what we've accomplished since then: I stand as the number one contender to the World Championship. And TJ? That man is on a path to etching his name next to some of the biggest and brightest stars this industry has ever produced. Two men, thrown together by fate, heading into Match Madness with a hunger for greatness; a hunger for competition; a hunger… for gold…
TJ Alexander. Jaice Wilds.
We are a train on a collision course with destiny. And in our paths?
Two men, united in the same confusion as we were, tasked with making a name for themselves at the expense of two top title contenders. A task that would seem daunting, for certain. But proves ever more so when one of your opponents has already handed your own ass to you.
Right, Jacob?
I mean, it was maybe a month, month and a half ago when we met in the squared circle. And I gave no less respect then as I do now when I say you were an incredible test of my abilities. But while I've moved upwards and changed my own trajectory, you… you've managed to remain stagnant. You're the exact same Jacob Koenig that I pinned the first go round. And the sad part about it- the almost crazy part- is that you have all the talent in the world to be where I am. You're a studied master of the game. You know every strike, every grapple, every hold, every submission; and every counter for every one of these things. You know this sport arguably better than you know yourself, and yet it never seems to click for you when it matters most.
It's pitiful, Jake. I pity your situation. I fought you, tooth and nail, not two months ago. And I saw nothing but greatness in your future. But what have you done with all your ring prowess? What have you done with all the potential I saw in you that night?? What did you take from that match to move the needle in your own career??
Not. A damn. Thing.
All your training, all your natural talent, all your optimism… all for naught. You came to Action Wrestling as a promising star, and you've become little more than a ball of refuse fallen off the plane. And now… now you're tasked with a mission to prove our first match wasn't a fluke. To prove that it was you who were destined to win. And you have to look yourself in the mirror, knowing the truth… it never was.
Chaos came knocking at your door then. Everything you thought you knew about wrestling went out the window. Everything you held so dear meant nothing... and now, you stand across the ring once again from the man who destroyed your faith. And if I’m being honest, Jacob; if I’m being completely and utterly transparent… I don't think you have the will to stop me from breaking your faith again.
And as far as your partner is concerned?
I’m always down to put new meat to the test. I’ve always been willing to put fresh talent to the grindstone to prove themselves. But if I’m going to remain honest here… this Mario fellow seems underwhelming.
I mean, his portfolio says “mob boss”; but his appearance says ‘stalker who keeps walking into the wrong house looking for his prey’.
His facial expression says “don't fuck with me”, but the rest of him says “I get fucked up on shrooms with my brother in the sewers while we abuse animals.”
His resume claims he has an iron fist, but his actual fists look like he's been playing in mulch.
You look like an absolute monster on paper, Mario, but this ain't all sunshine and rainbows. When it comes to Action Wrestling, I am the final level. And if you think you're just going to jump in your go-kart and drive past me on your way to grab your star, you got another thing coming. You can keep draggin through this place like a haunted mansion, but there will be no escape once that bell rings. And when the final credits roll, no peaches, daisies or toads are going to be able to save you from the fact that you got smashed, bro.
This Monday, two number one contenders face off against two sub-par pretenders. And TJ... I'm glad the Aerial Assassins get an extra life.
See you at Clash, fellas.