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Post by ππ’π₯ππ¬ πππππ on Dec 9, 2019 10:29:54 GMT -5
Jaice, are you there? It's me, Corey. Long time no see, considering I sent your ass packing back to nowhere after your major head trauma. It's okay, I'm glad you're back. Really, I am. I was getting bored with fighting such low-profile people like Teo Blaze, Kyle Kemp and TFK. I needed someone worth a shit to tangle with.
... who am I kidding? You're literally the only person on this planet that thinks you're anything more than fodder here. I'm surprised you took the bait all those months ago, didn't think you'd show your face and actually wrestle me at XIII. That's your only one. The only time I will applaud you.
Everybody knows it's just for the prestige, though. I told you it would be the opening match, but I didn't say anything about the Hardcore Title. In fact, I told you I wouldn't even defend it against you. I didn't have to put the belt on the line at all, but I did. I said to management 'yes, I'd like to give Jaice a shot at the thing that made him so fucking bonkers that he threw away his Action Wrestling contract.' Don't even try to spin it, you wanted this title more than you wanted life itself. Desperately trying to get into the match that crowned the first champion, totally ignoring six months of attacks and annoyance just to hold a title.
You're a pathetic mark, Jaice. I didn't waste my time with you like everyone says. I didn't show up and pick a bust. I picked you because you were in a position you shouldn't have ever been in, you actually had a shot at the main event, you could have been the guy. You squandered every opportunity. Maybe I could be blamed for it, maybe not. Doom Squad never really did any damage to you until the very end. By design. I threw people at you that were just learning the ropes. You thought it was relics from days gone, some nobody indy curtain jerkers from some high school gyms. Once you knew it was me, when I revealed myself, you shit your pants on the inside. You knew your time was fuckin' up, kid.
I chose you because I know who you are at your heart. You're a farce, a facade with self given nicknames of lies and deceit. Everything out of your mouth is something you created in your mind to make your failure of a career mean something to you and your shitty friends. You weave this web of half-truths and deflection so much that you begin to actually believe it.
I'm here to put your ass back in reality.
It's clear as day, you didn't want to fight me because you knew I'd drive you even further into the ground than Lockhart did. It had nothing with being a singles match on a stacked card, as you put it. You didn't want to fight the King of All Wrestlers. So you became flippant and uninterested. Tried to sneak into a different match at Evolution because the man that caused you such havoc for six months 'is not worth your time.'
Funny how the tides turn, isn't it?
Here we are. My 'devalued ass' sits as Action Wrestling Hardcore Champion, the longest reigning champ in the company currently. Four months I've held this belt and I've elevated it beyond even your wildest dreams. Just my name being attached makes it the most valuable championship in the company, whomever ends up taking this belt from me can say for certain they beat one of the very best at his own fuckin' game. You thought I was here for one match, to mess you up and bounce. I'm still here to tell you that I am for fucking real, Jaice. I'm not just a guy that comes in once every few months and gets that legacy pop. I retired from WCF, shut it down and hit the ground running here.
I don't NEED this belt, don't for one second think that I am nothing without it. Frank and I should be ranked Number One in the Tag Rankings. I defeated top contender Alex Richards and got beat by Wrestler of the Year through one of the most violent acts in company history. Put down the mongrel. Most think this title is below me. But that's just not the case, is it? This belt means more to me than you could ever know. Because I won it for you, Jaice. I keep it for you. I am the Hardcore Champion so you cannot be. I haven't moved on because I knew you'd come crawling back and look to get it. You made it abundantly clear it's all you wanted in life, to validate yourself as this Horrorkore Icon you believe you are.
Motherfucker, you're walking into the Varsity Theater in Minneapolis and you'll be wheeled out in a body bag. This is MY HOUSE. THIS IS XIII. You will be lucky to make it to the ring to fight me. You're a disgrace to the ring, to this title, to humanity as a whole.
So bring me your shitty narrative, Jaice. Bring me your court cases, your stunt doubles and whatever else your broken brain can come up with to try to save face. Tell me exactly what you were thinking when I drove your head into the mat and then drove you out of the hottest wrestling company on the face of this planet. Tell me what it was like to play slap-ass in Alpha Pro and do fuck all in those minor leagues as well. Show me that you are worth my time, right now you're nothing more than an execution that should have happened long ago and warm-up for Kevin Bishop.
A singles match on one of the biggest shows of the year.
The opener. Before Santa verses Krampus.
An afterthought come the main event.
The Real Legacy of Jaice Wilds.
... who am I kidding? You're literally the only person on this planet that thinks you're anything more than fodder here. I'm surprised you took the bait all those months ago, didn't think you'd show your face and actually wrestle me at XIII. That's your only one. The only time I will applaud you.
Everybody knows it's just for the prestige, though. I told you it would be the opening match, but I didn't say anything about the Hardcore Title. In fact, I told you I wouldn't even defend it against you. I didn't have to put the belt on the line at all, but I did. I said to management 'yes, I'd like to give Jaice a shot at the thing that made him so fucking bonkers that he threw away his Action Wrestling contract.' Don't even try to spin it, you wanted this title more than you wanted life itself. Desperately trying to get into the match that crowned the first champion, totally ignoring six months of attacks and annoyance just to hold a title.
You're a pathetic mark, Jaice. I didn't waste my time with you like everyone says. I didn't show up and pick a bust. I picked you because you were in a position you shouldn't have ever been in, you actually had a shot at the main event, you could have been the guy. You squandered every opportunity. Maybe I could be blamed for it, maybe not. Doom Squad never really did any damage to you until the very end. By design. I threw people at you that were just learning the ropes. You thought it was relics from days gone, some nobody indy curtain jerkers from some high school gyms. Once you knew it was me, when I revealed myself, you shit your pants on the inside. You knew your time was fuckin' up, kid.
I chose you because I know who you are at your heart. You're a farce, a facade with self given nicknames of lies and deceit. Everything out of your mouth is something you created in your mind to make your failure of a career mean something to you and your shitty friends. You weave this web of half-truths and deflection so much that you begin to actually believe it.
I'm here to put your ass back in reality.
It's clear as day, you didn't want to fight me because you knew I'd drive you even further into the ground than Lockhart did. It had nothing with being a singles match on a stacked card, as you put it. You didn't want to fight the King of All Wrestlers. So you became flippant and uninterested. Tried to sneak into a different match at Evolution because the man that caused you such havoc for six months 'is not worth your time.'
Funny how the tides turn, isn't it?
Here we are. My 'devalued ass' sits as Action Wrestling Hardcore Champion, the longest reigning champ in the company currently. Four months I've held this belt and I've elevated it beyond even your wildest dreams. Just my name being attached makes it the most valuable championship in the company, whomever ends up taking this belt from me can say for certain they beat one of the very best at his own fuckin' game. You thought I was here for one match, to mess you up and bounce. I'm still here to tell you that I am for fucking real, Jaice. I'm not just a guy that comes in once every few months and gets that legacy pop. I retired from WCF, shut it down and hit the ground running here.
I don't NEED this belt, don't for one second think that I am nothing without it. Frank and I should be ranked Number One in the Tag Rankings. I defeated top contender Alex Richards and got beat by Wrestler of the Year through one of the most violent acts in company history. Put down the mongrel. Most think this title is below me. But that's just not the case, is it? This belt means more to me than you could ever know. Because I won it for you, Jaice. I keep it for you. I am the Hardcore Champion so you cannot be. I haven't moved on because I knew you'd come crawling back and look to get it. You made it abundantly clear it's all you wanted in life, to validate yourself as this Horrorkore Icon you believe you are.
Motherfucker, you're walking into the Varsity Theater in Minneapolis and you'll be wheeled out in a body bag. This is MY HOUSE. THIS IS XIII. You will be lucky to make it to the ring to fight me. You're a disgrace to the ring, to this title, to humanity as a whole.
So bring me your shitty narrative, Jaice. Bring me your court cases, your stunt doubles and whatever else your broken brain can come up with to try to save face. Tell me exactly what you were thinking when I drove your head into the mat and then drove you out of the hottest wrestling company on the face of this planet. Tell me what it was like to play slap-ass in Alpha Pro and do fuck all in those minor leagues as well. Show me that you are worth my time, right now you're nothing more than an execution that should have happened long ago and warm-up for Kevin Bishop.
A singles match on one of the biggest shows of the year.
The opener. Before Santa verses Krampus.
An afterthought come the main event.
The Real Legacy of Jaice Wilds.