Post by Jaice Wilds on Dec 19, 2018 16:51:44 GMT -5
The following footage was captured after the commercial free Clash.
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Camila Gonzalez charges towards the security area with a small collection of jobbers and guards. A loud commotion comes from within the holding area; the arena security team trying in vain to break down the door. The camera pans over to the steel mesh screen, watching as Jaice Wilds wildly kicks at the two men who interjected themselves during his match. They are tied to individual chairs, disabling any means of self-defense. Camila yells to Wilds to open the door, to no avail. Jaice continues to kick the two intruders mercilessly, screaming at them. He takes a moment to get into each of their faces, posing the same question to each.
Jaice Wilds: WHO. THE FUCK. HIRED. YOU?!?!
Neither elicits a response, prompting Wilds to walk over to a locker to the side. As one man starts to cough up blood, Wilds pulls a reel of barbed wire out, beginning to wrap it around his shin guards. Camila frantically screams at the men by the door, a sense of urgency as Wilds looks crazed at what we can now call his victims. He finishes wrapping his leg, stomping over.
Jaice Wilds: LAST FUCKING CHANCE! WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?!?!
The one who coughed up blood passes out, the other beginning to look on in sheer terror. He shakes his head, trying to convince Wilds that he doesn't know anything. Unfortunately, Jaice is not buying what he’s selling. He swings back… But his momentum is stopped as the door is finally broken down and a pair of jobbers grab his foot. He turns, perturbed, as Camila and a medical team rush over to the unmasked duo.
Camila Gonzalez: Are you fucking stupid?! This is a lawsuit waiting to happen!! What the hell are you thinking?!
Wilds snorts, dropping his foot… only to quickly shoot a superkick to the first jobber. He drops as the second is in shock, Wilds with a nasty barbed-wire Xtreme Dream to the second. He turns to face Camila.
Jaice Wilds: What am I thinking? What the FUCK am I thinking?! Maybe, Camila, I'm thinking that my General Manager didn't do her fucking job the first time! Maybe I'm thinking that, since you clearly don't know what you're doing, I would get some answers my goddamn self!
Camila stands directly in Wilds’ face, enraged. The medical team unbinds the first man, placing him on a gurney and hauling him off. The second is released, dragged by security out of harm's way. Camila and Jaice both breathe heavily in anger, Camila balling a fist.
Camila Gonzalez: This is NOT how we do things in Action Wrestling. Not on my fucking watch. I'm going to try to talk two men down from pressing charges and taking over the company. You're suspended from Clash for two weeks and I'm taking these gentlemen's hospital bills out of your paycheck. And you can bet that will only be the beginning if either of them decide to sue us!!
Camila pushes past Wilds, getting to the security door before Jaice responds.
Jaice Wilds: I'm getting answers, Camila. With or without you and your approval.
Camila scoffs, heading out. Jaice unwraps his legs, holding his hands up as security circles him. He proceeds out of the room and towards the parking lot, sputtering to himself.
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Camila Gonzalez charges towards the security area with a small collection of jobbers and guards. A loud commotion comes from within the holding area; the arena security team trying in vain to break down the door. The camera pans over to the steel mesh screen, watching as Jaice Wilds wildly kicks at the two men who interjected themselves during his match. They are tied to individual chairs, disabling any means of self-defense. Camila yells to Wilds to open the door, to no avail. Jaice continues to kick the two intruders mercilessly, screaming at them. He takes a moment to get into each of their faces, posing the same question to each.
Jaice Wilds: WHO. THE FUCK. HIRED. YOU?!?!
Neither elicits a response, prompting Wilds to walk over to a locker to the side. As one man starts to cough up blood, Wilds pulls a reel of barbed wire out, beginning to wrap it around his shin guards. Camila frantically screams at the men by the door, a sense of urgency as Wilds looks crazed at what we can now call his victims. He finishes wrapping his leg, stomping over.
Jaice Wilds: LAST FUCKING CHANCE! WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?!?!
The one who coughed up blood passes out, the other beginning to look on in sheer terror. He shakes his head, trying to convince Wilds that he doesn't know anything. Unfortunately, Jaice is not buying what he’s selling. He swings back… But his momentum is stopped as the door is finally broken down and a pair of jobbers grab his foot. He turns, perturbed, as Camila and a medical team rush over to the unmasked duo.
Camila Gonzalez: Are you fucking stupid?! This is a lawsuit waiting to happen!! What the hell are you thinking?!
Wilds snorts, dropping his foot… only to quickly shoot a superkick to the first jobber. He drops as the second is in shock, Wilds with a nasty barbed-wire Xtreme Dream to the second. He turns to face Camila.
Jaice Wilds: What am I thinking? What the FUCK am I thinking?! Maybe, Camila, I'm thinking that my General Manager didn't do her fucking job the first time! Maybe I'm thinking that, since you clearly don't know what you're doing, I would get some answers my goddamn self!
Camila stands directly in Wilds’ face, enraged. The medical team unbinds the first man, placing him on a gurney and hauling him off. The second is released, dragged by security out of harm's way. Camila and Jaice both breathe heavily in anger, Camila balling a fist.
Camila Gonzalez: This is NOT how we do things in Action Wrestling. Not on my fucking watch. I'm going to try to talk two men down from pressing charges and taking over the company. You're suspended from Clash for two weeks and I'm taking these gentlemen's hospital bills out of your paycheck. And you can bet that will only be the beginning if either of them decide to sue us!!
Camila pushes past Wilds, getting to the security door before Jaice responds.
Jaice Wilds: I'm getting answers, Camila. With or without you and your approval.
Camila scoffs, heading out. Jaice unwraps his legs, holding his hands up as security circles him. He proceeds out of the room and towards the parking lot, sputtering to himself.