Post by Tatiana on May 5, 2024 10:01:45 GMT -5
Prologue | Reputation disintegration
(On the record promo)
Rocky Mountain High, Colorado… You’ve got to be as high as the Rockies to assume that Jaice Wilds has a snowball’s chance in hell to defeat Tatiana Jolee on Monday Night at the Denver Coliseum. Here’s a guy who has been described by his contemporaries as a reckless daredevil with little consideration for his own welfare. A man, willing to roll the dice and take the huge risk to get that exhilarating pop from the ten-to-twelve fans in the arena who are here to cheer him on.
AND THE CROWD GOES MILD!
They say that Jaice Wilds has a bit of a death wish…
Luckily for him, he’s got a date with somebody more than capable of fulfilling that self-harm quota for him.
As it turns out… My specialty is picking the bones of feckless highfliers and exposing them for the frauds they are.
It appears that fortune smiles on the stupid.
There are few things in this sport I hate more than idiots who’d prefer to dive off of tall things instead of taking the time to learn HOW to wrestle. And as a woman who has devoted her whole life to this amazing sport - I find it insulting that these idiots still populate our industry.
When this whole ‘reckless abandon’ thing started to take hold in the later part of the 1990s, we hoped the idiots would kill themselves off in a year or two and the sport would return to its roots. However, with the birth of the modern internet - and the draw of getting those desperately needed retweets or likes on social media… The Jaice Wilds’ of the industry still pop up and convince kids watching at home that it’s a GREAT idea to break your body for a few retweets.
Congratulations… You’ve accomplished absolutely nothing.
You’ll be lucky if you can still walk when you’re my age let alone wrestle.
Clap….clap….clap…..clap….
I know… I know… I’ve become a broken record at this point, right? Everyone is sick and tired of these tired ‘back in my day’ promos about the glory days of pro wrestling. And hey, maybe I’m the one who is out of touch? Maybe it’s old TJ who needs to evolve and expand herself into the zeitgeist of the new era of wrestling?
Or maybe you should fuck right off…
I’ll take your advice when you can prove you’ve got a brain in your head.
Yes, I sound like a bitter old veteran because I AM A BITTER OLD VETERAN! I’m sick and tired of watching stupid, untalented people elevate themselves in this business because they can draw a pop.
THIS ISN’T SHOW BUSINESS | IT’S A GOD DAMNED SPORT!
[deep breath….. exhale…]
The truth is that I have little to say about my opponent because he’s given me so little inspiration to do so. Sure, I abhor his style and ineffectual wrestling abilities, but honestly - that doesn’t inspire me to cut a real promo on him.
[sigh]
Maybe it is me?
Maybe I’m just getting sick and tired of playing the game?
Maybe you’re all tired of me?
Is that why I’ve been silenced by Action Wrestling and blacklisted from all events until I forced myself back upon the scene with my actions at Blast?
Maybe it’s all over.
Or maybe you assholes just don’t want to hear the truth?
Well, here’s the truth. I’m the LAST good thing this federation has left - I’m the only one with any respectability left in this hellhole.
I’m the ONLY one with an ounce of real talent on the roster, and I’m the only person with balls enough to speak truth to power around here.
I’m the ONLY one with an ounce of real talent on the roster, and I’m the only person with balls enough to speak truth to power around here.
And somehow I’m still lucid enough to understand that it’s martyrdom for the sake of martyrdom.
Like the eternal snake eating its tail - I go around this tired circle getting the same results as I always have around here.
Succeed - Flail - Fail - Fight - Complain - repeat.
A perfect circle | an imperfect ideology.
And yet I can’t help but chase my tail in the eternal struggle against enemies both real and perceived. All I ever wanted was to be both liked and successful. But along the way, I’ve learned that you can only be one or the other… You all like me when I’m not this crowing bitch; crying injustice from the mountaintops - but I’m only successful when I’m pissed off and on the warpath.
the circle repeats…
Jaice… I’m sorry if I’ve offended you when I called you a no-talent hack interested in only the pop… But I’m going to have to hurt you either way. Not because you’ve offended me personally, or that I’m simply butthurt that you jump off things and do stupid shit. But because it’s my job. I’m being paid to break you on the Catherine Wheel in front of ten thousand people a mile above sea level.
And the only way you’re going to escape your fate is if one of the MANY people backstage that I’ve pissed off recently decides to intervene in an act of righteous retribution.
A retribution that I will have no doubt earned in spades.
So… Bring your A-Game, kid. But don’t try anything reckless or stupid in our match and maybe… Just maybe… You’ll still be functioning with/if that retribution finds me.
And in that case… It won’t be you on the Catherine Wheel, but rather me… Nailed to the cross.
-Rex Stultorum-
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ACT I | The Devil’s in the Details
(Off Camera)
- We have Tatiana Jolee, this washed-up hack trying to act like she’s the victim of some stupid conspiracy when it’s really just her own stupidity burying her in AW.
- Another day, another whiny self-righteous victimhood promo designed to make the world have sympathy for her.
- Her “issues” with Action Wrestling are of her own making. She seems to think she’s owed something she’s not worked hard enough to have. The only person holding Jolee down is herself.
In a quiet moment, she felt those tweets. Some were from fans, others from pundits - most having the same theme. Tatiana Jolee wasn’t the victim, she was the villain. And who knows, maybe they’re right about her? Maybe this whole ordeal isn’t about Action Wrestling, or her peers, or the fans, or ANY of that shit.
Maybe it’s about a woman who knows she’s in the twilight of her career, trying to reconcile the fact that she has fewer years ahead than behind with the idea that all heroes get to ride off into the sunset someday?
- She is too good to be stuck in Action Wrestling. They wouldn’t know a good thing if it punched them in the face!
- #FreeJolee
- TJ is wasting her time working for a place that clearly has no idea how to book her, and obviously doesn’t want to see her succeed for fear that she might expose the rest of them on the roster as hacks!
At the same time… Walking away would feel like an admission of failure.
“It’s never easy… If it were, then everyone could do it.”
TJ reminded herself while scrolling through her Twitter feed. Between the haters, the fans, and the THOTS trying to slip into her DM’s - she’s left trying to reconcile it all. Her career, which has gone from obscurity - to local fame - and then all the way to the pinnacle of being the AW World Champion, has fallen flat over the past few months. She’s found herself relegated to taking losses in big situations - feeling underappreciated for all of her hard work, and then blacklisted for speaking out about them.
And yet the nagging issue persists…
Was this an Action Wrestling problem, or a TJ Problem?
“Lately all I have left is the tired old promo about the good old days… Maybe I’m just old news?”
She had spent most of her life as Tatiana Jolee and the thought of being plain old Tatiana Greymore was terrifying. She’s never had to exist outside of this industry. And the wrestling persona/business was the only thing that got her through those formative years.
It helped her when she came out of the closet - it helped her to overcome her fears and anxieties about adulthood.
It made her something when she was nothing. And the idea that it could be slipping away backed her into a corner.
“I’m the victim and the oppressor… I’m the fool that whips herself in the back as she runs in circles.”
[sigh]
“I want to be liked… I want to be LOVED… But I also want to be successful. And it feels like those two things aren’t compatible.”
She was a cunt when she beat Jill Park for the title.
She was a paramore when she lost the belt to Downfall.
She’s now a pariah inside these walls and a victim on the outside.
“I don’t know what’s real anymore…”
One might think that having a month off would be enough time to clear your thoughts. Being off of television for a while can do wonders to refresh your standing with the fans and reinvigorate your momentum. And yet she always seems to alienate herself from the outside world while bringing about the wrath of those on the inside, down upon her.
That was her likely fate, now.
Yes, she made a splash by helping Angelo out at Blast. But it wasn’t going to earn her clout or a spot at the top of the pecking order.
But rather helped to put a target on her back with those she spurned in that irrational moment of indecision.
And if ALL of them teamed up to bury her on live television, Monday Night… She would have deserved it.
Jaice Wilds was merely a bystander in this whole ordeal - a man in the right place at the right time, or possibly vice-versa.
He’s going either to reap the benefits of facing the only other person on the roster with a bigger target on her back than Gerard Angelo. Or he was going to fall victim to a pissed-off CUNT trying to brutalize her way out of the corner she’s backed herself into.
“Who knows… Maybe he’ll kick my ass outright and prove all of my rantings to be that of a false prophet?”
She couldn’t help but chuckle… The crux was clear - the path ahead converged on one simple reality. Tatiana Jolee was either the savior or the destroyer… Not of the world, nor of the business. But rather of herself - and herself alone.
There were no shades of Greymore.
It felt like do or die.
And she wasn’t in the dying mood.