Post by Jaice Wilds on Nov 18, 2018 23:23:11 GMT -5
The following is a letter addressed to Quixote Della Torre; intercepted and published by the Action Wrestling Website.
You have addressed a copious amount of ideologies lately that, honestly, I'm not fully aware you understand. And I am getting a little annoyed by your hypocrisy.
First, on your interview with Laura Bauer: you spoke on watching me perform during my days at REBEL Pro. My experience with Kris Klondike, Duff Côte d'Ivoire and the like. You addressed my legacy. The fabric of my past that helped to shape the man- the champion- I am today. The battles I've had in REBEL, Wikkid, and various others. And while it is oft sweet to look back on these memories, it begs the question: does it matter?
You see, QDT, everything I have done to this point has made me a household name, and I am grateful for those experiences. But acknowledging one's past and living in it are two entirely different things.
It's all about what one does now. You wish to speak on honor? On respect? I could be like so many others who shoot to the top by resting on their laurels. Watch my work ethic since coming to Action Wrestling; debuting under a mask to ensure that my place is earned, never given. I approached you after your win a few weeks ago to offer you a hand of respect, of sportsmanship between champion and challenger. I was offput at first when you pushed right by me; but I saw when Spicy drowned you in curry. So I swallowed my pride and let it go.
But then, you called me out. Claimed I neglected the high road and chose hostility. My friend, hostility is the way of this business. If you aren't willing to go all out, put everything on the line, leave everything laying in that ring after every match… you just aren't doing your job. I succeed; nay, thrive on the fact that every match could very well be my last. I am the reigning 201 and Fun Champion because I let nothing stop me from achieving absolute dominance.
I've always been the little man. The underdog. I have had to scratch, bite and claw my way into the Main Event scene no matter where I go. And here I stand, being held higher than those who would see me diminished, accepted by my peers as true competition. I've gone toe to toe with ZMac and pulled out a draw- during his undefeated streak. I defeated a former World Champion in Bonnie Blue. Hell, I received a challenge from the current AW World Champion, Sidney motherfucking Warwick himself!
Do you understand now, Quixote, the true threat that you are up against?? The upper echelon of this company has come calling for me. Not because of the draw my name has brought from my history in the business, but by what I have done since coming here.
Ask yourself, son. Ask yourself if you are truly prepared for what is to come. If you are actually ready for the onslaught that you are walking into.
I don't think you are, Quixote. Oh, I'm certain that between yourself and your father, you'll hype yourself up enough to believe you're prepared. But when it's just you and me, and the sound of that bell rings, you will learn the lesson that passed you by last week: You just don't have the chops to hang with the Spectre. When I get to doing what it is I do best, you will learn very quickly that this isn't just some game for me. This is my life. I am a survivor, and you have the unpleasant honor of learning this the hard way.
I hope you bring your A game. I hope you bring every maneuver in your arsenal and give me one thousand percent. I want to know that the right man was placed against me. That I had to fight to retain this strap. That I had to bleed in order to grin as the inevitable announcement is made:
Still 201 and Fun Champion...
Jaice. Fucking. Wilds.
See you at Turmoil, Quixote. It's gonna be hell.