Post by Jaice Wilds on Feb 17, 2019 23:02:12 GMT -5
Wilds and Blaze help ZMac to his feet, staring up to #BeachKrew as they taunt the trio in the ring. The fire is stirring in Jaice; his impulse to charge in overwhelmed only by his sense of responsibility to his recent partner and a man he holds in highest respects. As they begin to back up the ramp, the cold steel is felt across his back. The next shot doesn't get a chance to ring before Wilds puts two and two together.
Jaice Wilds:
Fucking coward…
Wilds doesn't get the chance to recover as Holmes grabs him up and tosses him into the ring. Jaice crawls into a corner as he hears the crowd cheering for his Guardian compatriots. He turns, shooting a grin to L Verez and company. A few slaps of the chair across the mat draws his attention back, and he stares weakly into the eyes of Ryan Lockhart.
Ryan Lockhart:
WANNA BE A CHAMPION!?!? PROVE IT!
A chuckle escapes Wilds’ mouth as he struggles to a knee, only defiance in his gaze.
Jaice Wilds:
Bring it, bitch.
Wilds manages to his feet, stumbling over to Lockhart. Ryan looks him up and down before hoisting Wilds into the air for a suplex cutter. He stands over Wilds for a moment before dropping out of the ring to leave beside #BeachKrew. Wilds stirs a bit as the Guardians surround him, looking around. Kidsgrove helps Jaice to his feet as the cameras shut down, #BeachKrew taking one last look to their foes as Wilds grins.
Jaice Wilds:
THAT ALL YOU GOT, BOY?
Wilds flips Lockhart the bird as #BeachKrew shuffles backstage, the Guardians sliding out of the ring and melting into the crowd as only the Guardians do.
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The following is a letter addressed to Alexander Pasternack; intercepted and published to the Action Wrestling website.
Was that it? Was that all that #BeachKrew could muster?? A chair shot, followed by a cowardly attack by a ”champion” whose eyes have begun to open to the danger he truly faces?? This is going to be more fun than I thought.
I have never truly been one for mind games; I simply come out, speak truth and let the chips fall where they may. Others question this part of my character, as mind games tend to be an integral part of the business mindset. People from the top of the roster to those just getting their feet wet try to use these mental tricks to get one over on their foes. And, admittedly, it has resulted in many victories for those who can successfully implement this into their strategy. But in all my years, I've never had the need to instill any sort of terror into my foes. My work is plenty enough to show you what it is you're getting yourself into.
Watch any of my matches throughout history. Despite the minor differences in aerial innovation, there is a constant. There is a prevailing sense of self-destruction and general chaos that ensues in every. single. match. in which I am involved. I am willing and able to invoke every inch of my body as a weapon, and I do not shy away on inflicting pain upon myself to ensure victory. I am a force because I have no fear, no limits. I am respected because I will stop at nothing to earn my place in this business.
What are you willing to do, Alex? Play second fiddle to your #BeachKrew compatriots? Fuck; your first real fight back from hiatus, and you're tagging up with Lockhart in a spectacular losing effort against then-Tag Champs #FightSmart. That had to hurt, man. I mean, your opportunity to come back to the business in stunning, dominant faction; and you couldn't even get the job done with the current World Chump on your side. You'll likely blame #FightSmart for cheating; that is their way. You might even blame the inexperience that the two of you had as a team. After all, you two both had a hell of a break. And it makes sense that ring rust and a lack of team background would lead to defeat at a much more established team.
But who does Ryan blame?? Because, if memory serves, you had the chance to prove yourself against Casey Holliday... And you blew that opportunity as well. In fact, it seems like the Krew seems to be lacking faith in your ability to fend for yourself. It would make sense why you only have a handful of matches under your belt since your return, and a large majority of those are under some type of tag team rules.
Fucking hell; you guys had to take out Andre Aquarius to even take the WarGames victory. You were basically in the right place at the right time to pin Ol Z last week. Seriously; what in the blue hell are you worth if the only accolades you have to your name come from riding the coattails of your stablemates? Fucking Christ.
And you're likely talking out your ass about how dominating you're going to be this week… why again? Because Ryan and Wade let you be the one to take the pinfall. Gods, spare me the ‘greater-than-thou’ bullshit that's likely to spill from your lips. Your leader chose you to be his tag partner for #EffinRager because he knows you can't do shit for yourself, and your Champ has your back only as long as you don't make him look like an idiot. Which, considering your track record, already does so.
So, what's the point to our match this week, Patsy-neck? What is the point of pitting the #1 Contender against the seeming weak link in the proverbial chain that is #BeachKrew? Is it to test my mettle?? Mayhaps to soften me up a little bit so my title match next week doesn't seem entirely one-sided? Could Camila be setting me up to not only knock off Lockhart for the World Title, but also single-handedly ridding AW of your whole group?? It does stand to reason that breaking the least of the pack, then instilling that fragment of doubt by unseating your champion, would end up leading to #BK’s inevitable demise. And to think; where #FightSmart failed as a group within WarGames, I will accomplish alone in a series of singles matches… truly an accomplishment that will put my name at the forefront of the Hall talk when I'm forced to retire.
I suppose I should wrap this up. In all reality, I've already wasted too much ink and paper on you. It's not like you're an integral part of #BeachKrew, anyways. You're the charity case who happened to be in the right place at the right moment. The little kid desperately hanging around his older brothers to look cool- but ends up looking even more pitiful than before. The scapegoat when this whole endeavor goes south. The expendable addendum to an otherwise rather solid stable… you get the point.
I won't need to rely on the Guardians to smack you around like you owe me money and put you down for the three. If you're lucky, Wade or another member of your assumed security detail will come down, save your ass and put that little asterisk on my victory. But until then, Alexis, I will use you as a message to your cohort and soon-to-be former World Champion. A defining symbol of the pain he is going to endure come #EffinRager. Hope you have good health insurance, Pasty. Gonna be a rough couple of days in the hospital after Clash.
Au revoire.
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The Order Of Chaos compound. Wilds sits in a lounger, kinesio tape across his right shoulder and parts of his torso. He sips on a Zimquilla, deep in thought. Several members of the Guardians begin filing into the main concourse, heading for their usual seats in the rec area.
Damian Kaine:
Lockhart has been using every advantage afforded by #BeachKrew to retain the championship; why shouldn't Jaice have every advantage afforded to him?
L Verez:
Because that is not our way, Damian. That is not his way. We are above such demeaning methods and we will not succumb to such a vile smudge on Wilds’ World Title vict…
Claire Hawkins:
Blah, blah, fucking blah. We have the chance to take out #BeachKrew, let's fucking take them out. All's fair and whatever.
Sam Kidsgrove:
Hate to be that guy, L; but they do make a point.
L Verez:
I'm not arguing that turnabout isn't fair game, especially after all the things they've pulled. I'm simply saying…
Jaice stands, holding up a hand. The entirety of the Guardians fall silent, giving him the floor. He lowers his hand, looking to his comrades.
Jaice Wilds:
I appreciate everyone lending their support. And I agree, #BeachKrew would deserve nothing less than a humiliating and overwhelming gang war destruction. But this is my moment. For the first time in 13 years on the scene, I am in a position to become World Champion. And win or lose, I will not have that match tainted with slights and question marks. When Lockhart falls at my hand, it will be my hand alone that causes his destruction. Now, I need to know that all of you understand and are on board.
Wilds looks about the room, waiting for some form of response from his friends. Verez nods, a slight grin.
L Verez:
Always the nobleman, Jaice. You're already a champion, no matter what.
A mild snort from Kaine, his arms crossed as he shakes his head.
Damian Kaine:
Always gotta give yourself the challenge, bro… geez. But much respect.
Kidsgrove looks to Verez, then to Wilds.
Sam Kidsgrove:
I'll follow L's lead. And if she stands by your decision, I'll gladly stand at your side, as well.
All eyes turn to the Metal Witch. Hawkins rolls her eyes as she glances at her pitch black nails, shaking her head. A moment passes before she acknowledges the silence.
Claire Hawkins:
Whatever. Just beat that overhyped pretty boy's bitch ass. Got it?
The group all nod in agreement, save Claire who goes back to focusing on her nails. Wilds and Verez take the floor, as they continue on concerning strategy for #EffinRager.
Jaice Wilds:
Fucking coward…
Wilds doesn't get the chance to recover as Holmes grabs him up and tosses him into the ring. Jaice crawls into a corner as he hears the crowd cheering for his Guardian compatriots. He turns, shooting a grin to L Verez and company. A few slaps of the chair across the mat draws his attention back, and he stares weakly into the eyes of Ryan Lockhart.
Ryan Lockhart:
WANNA BE A CHAMPION!?!? PROVE IT!
A chuckle escapes Wilds’ mouth as he struggles to a knee, only defiance in his gaze.
Jaice Wilds:
Bring it, bitch.
Wilds manages to his feet, stumbling over to Lockhart. Ryan looks him up and down before hoisting Wilds into the air for a suplex cutter. He stands over Wilds for a moment before dropping out of the ring to leave beside #BeachKrew. Wilds stirs a bit as the Guardians surround him, looking around. Kidsgrove helps Jaice to his feet as the cameras shut down, #BeachKrew taking one last look to their foes as Wilds grins.
Jaice Wilds:
THAT ALL YOU GOT, BOY?
Wilds flips Lockhart the bird as #BeachKrew shuffles backstage, the Guardians sliding out of the ring and melting into the crowd as only the Guardians do.
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The following is a letter addressed to Alexander Pasternack; intercepted and published to the Action Wrestling website.
Was that it? Was that all that #BeachKrew could muster?? A chair shot, followed by a cowardly attack by a ”champion” whose eyes have begun to open to the danger he truly faces?? This is going to be more fun than I thought.
I have never truly been one for mind games; I simply come out, speak truth and let the chips fall where they may. Others question this part of my character, as mind games tend to be an integral part of the business mindset. People from the top of the roster to those just getting their feet wet try to use these mental tricks to get one over on their foes. And, admittedly, it has resulted in many victories for those who can successfully implement this into their strategy. But in all my years, I've never had the need to instill any sort of terror into my foes. My work is plenty enough to show you what it is you're getting yourself into.
Watch any of my matches throughout history. Despite the minor differences in aerial innovation, there is a constant. There is a prevailing sense of self-destruction and general chaos that ensues in every. single. match. in which I am involved. I am willing and able to invoke every inch of my body as a weapon, and I do not shy away on inflicting pain upon myself to ensure victory. I am a force because I have no fear, no limits. I am respected because I will stop at nothing to earn my place in this business.
What are you willing to do, Alex? Play second fiddle to your #BeachKrew compatriots? Fuck; your first real fight back from hiatus, and you're tagging up with Lockhart in a spectacular losing effort against then-Tag Champs #FightSmart. That had to hurt, man. I mean, your opportunity to come back to the business in stunning, dominant faction; and you couldn't even get the job done with the current World Chump on your side. You'll likely blame #FightSmart for cheating; that is their way. You might even blame the inexperience that the two of you had as a team. After all, you two both had a hell of a break. And it makes sense that ring rust and a lack of team background would lead to defeat at a much more established team.
But who does Ryan blame?? Because, if memory serves, you had the chance to prove yourself against Casey Holliday... And you blew that opportunity as well. In fact, it seems like the Krew seems to be lacking faith in your ability to fend for yourself. It would make sense why you only have a handful of matches under your belt since your return, and a large majority of those are under some type of tag team rules.
Fucking hell; you guys had to take out Andre Aquarius to even take the WarGames victory. You were basically in the right place at the right time to pin Ol Z last week. Seriously; what in the blue hell are you worth if the only accolades you have to your name come from riding the coattails of your stablemates? Fucking Christ.
And you're likely talking out your ass about how dominating you're going to be this week… why again? Because Ryan and Wade let you be the one to take the pinfall. Gods, spare me the ‘greater-than-thou’ bullshit that's likely to spill from your lips. Your leader chose you to be his tag partner for #EffinRager because he knows you can't do shit for yourself, and your Champ has your back only as long as you don't make him look like an idiot. Which, considering your track record, already does so.
So, what's the point to our match this week, Patsy-neck? What is the point of pitting the #1 Contender against the seeming weak link in the proverbial chain that is #BeachKrew? Is it to test my mettle?? Mayhaps to soften me up a little bit so my title match next week doesn't seem entirely one-sided? Could Camila be setting me up to not only knock off Lockhart for the World Title, but also single-handedly ridding AW of your whole group?? It does stand to reason that breaking the least of the pack, then instilling that fragment of doubt by unseating your champion, would end up leading to #BK’s inevitable demise. And to think; where #FightSmart failed as a group within WarGames, I will accomplish alone in a series of singles matches… truly an accomplishment that will put my name at the forefront of the Hall talk when I'm forced to retire.
I suppose I should wrap this up. In all reality, I've already wasted too much ink and paper on you. It's not like you're an integral part of #BeachKrew, anyways. You're the charity case who happened to be in the right place at the right moment. The little kid desperately hanging around his older brothers to look cool- but ends up looking even more pitiful than before. The scapegoat when this whole endeavor goes south. The expendable addendum to an otherwise rather solid stable… you get the point.
I won't need to rely on the Guardians to smack you around like you owe me money and put you down for the three. If you're lucky, Wade or another member of your assumed security detail will come down, save your ass and put that little asterisk on my victory. But until then, Alexis, I will use you as a message to your cohort and soon-to-be former World Champion. A defining symbol of the pain he is going to endure come #EffinRager. Hope you have good health insurance, Pasty. Gonna be a rough couple of days in the hospital after Clash.
Au revoire.
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The Order Of Chaos compound. Wilds sits in a lounger, kinesio tape across his right shoulder and parts of his torso. He sips on a Zimquilla, deep in thought. Several members of the Guardians begin filing into the main concourse, heading for their usual seats in the rec area.
Damian Kaine:
Lockhart has been using every advantage afforded by #BeachKrew to retain the championship; why shouldn't Jaice have every advantage afforded to him?
L Verez:
Because that is not our way, Damian. That is not his way. We are above such demeaning methods and we will not succumb to such a vile smudge on Wilds’ World Title vict…
Claire Hawkins:
Blah, blah, fucking blah. We have the chance to take out #BeachKrew, let's fucking take them out. All's fair and whatever.
Sam Kidsgrove:
Hate to be that guy, L; but they do make a point.
L Verez:
I'm not arguing that turnabout isn't fair game, especially after all the things they've pulled. I'm simply saying…
Jaice stands, holding up a hand. The entirety of the Guardians fall silent, giving him the floor. He lowers his hand, looking to his comrades.
Jaice Wilds:
I appreciate everyone lending their support. And I agree, #BeachKrew would deserve nothing less than a humiliating and overwhelming gang war destruction. But this is my moment. For the first time in 13 years on the scene, I am in a position to become World Champion. And win or lose, I will not have that match tainted with slights and question marks. When Lockhart falls at my hand, it will be my hand alone that causes his destruction. Now, I need to know that all of you understand and are on board.
Wilds looks about the room, waiting for some form of response from his friends. Verez nods, a slight grin.
L Verez:
Always the nobleman, Jaice. You're already a champion, no matter what.
A mild snort from Kaine, his arms crossed as he shakes his head.
Damian Kaine:
Always gotta give yourself the challenge, bro… geez. But much respect.
Kidsgrove looks to Verez, then to Wilds.
Sam Kidsgrove:
I'll follow L's lead. And if she stands by your decision, I'll gladly stand at your side, as well.
All eyes turn to the Metal Witch. Hawkins rolls her eyes as she glances at her pitch black nails, shaking her head. A moment passes before she acknowledges the silence.
Claire Hawkins:
Whatever. Just beat that overhyped pretty boy's bitch ass. Got it?
The group all nod in agreement, save Claire who goes back to focusing on her nails. Wilds and Verez take the floor, as they continue on concerning strategy for #EffinRager.