Post by Jaice Wilds on Dec 12, 2019 22:27:26 GMT -5
The scene fades in on Jaice Wilds, sitting in a lawn chair on his balcony. Behind him sits a black Xmas tree, littered with what appears to be various weaponry. He chuckles to himself, sipping his egg nog.
You really think you have the masses fooled, don't you? You honestly believe that people are so fucking stupid that they can't see beyond your ego?
Gods, but you're dense.
Let's go ahead and talk about these squandered opportunities, Corey. I lose a few World Title shots, and you think that makes me look like a man above my position.
But how exactly did I squander that??
Jaice takes another sip of nog, placing the glass on the ground. He reaches over to the tree, pointing out an ornament of a luchador mask. A moment to gather his thoughts, Wilds continues.
For nearly a year, I was an afterthought. First, I was Dark Spectre. The luchador with everything to prove and nothing to lose. I was approached about being on the Cruiserweight roster, but I wanted to prove myself against the top brass. So I scratched, I clawed, I fought my way into the limelight. You'll talk about how I teamed with Kaine to challenge for the Tag Team Titles. But you'll forget to mention that for almost 3 months prior, I had been challenging Power Word: Kill to 3-on-1 handicap matches without title implications. Because that doesn't fit into your "title mark" narrative.
You'll make allusions to the fact that I jumped to the Cruiserweight division to challenge Auron Vega for the title. But because it doesn't fit your picture of me, you'll glaze entirely over the fact that he laid down the challenge after demolishing the majority of the Cruiserweights. That he threw down the gauntlet for competition... and I simply answered.
At this moment, Jaice reaches down to grab his nog. He sips it a bit, pondering.
And then, there's the #BeachKrew phase of my career.
Wilds sighs, shaking his head. He gulps down the last of his nog, placing the empty cup on the ground. He looks back up, a look of intensity.
For months, that bunch ran roughshod over Action Wrestling. The pack mentality, the sneak attacks, the distractions and interference…
Nobody could stop them. And they wouldn't shut up about it. So I challenged Wade Moor to a battle. My opportunity to cut the head off the snake. Unfortunately, nobody took me seriously. My challenge went unheard- or, at the very least, ignored. I simply continued to take whatever challenges were placed before me and working my way through the roster.
I didn't ask for it. Hell, I didn't even hint at it. But I was handed a World Title opportunity against Ryan Lockhart at #EffinRager. Let's be honest; nobody had faith in me. Hell, I was entirely unprepared for that kind of jolt to the top. But where you see a squandered opportunity, Corey, I saw the beginning of my career in Action Wrestling. I walked into #EffinRager as a joke. A fucking filler. Camila Gonzalez didn't trust me to unseat The Curse. Tort and Digger didn't think I'd last longer than 7 minutes in that main event. The locker room was watching to see if I would choke under pressure. I was given zero chances to succeed, Corey.
But then, the impossible happened. Or, what everyone thought was impossible. See, I didn't walk out of #EffinRager as the World Champion. But I didn't need to; I walked out with something far more valuable. During that match, something clicked. For the first time in his career, there was fear behind the eyes of Ryan Lockhart. This pushover, who was set up against him simply to fill a spot, was actually kicking his ass. And the fear didn't end with the Champ; it trickled all the way up through #BeachKrew. Hell, I had the title won before a washed-up manager ran down to the ring to cause a distraction. I was this close, Corey. But what I left with that night…
Wilds swells with passion, a grin crossing his face. He runs a hand through his hair, a chuckle.
I put fear into the hearts of #BeachKrew.
I established a new level of respect with the management.
I put the locker room on notice. I went into the back after that match a hero. Everyone realized that I was the real deal, and they respected me for it. And when I gained the attention of the Action locker room and management, that's when you took notice.
I earned my stripes that night. And you sat in your lounger at home, collecting your royalties, enjoying retirement. But suddenly, you couldn't trace a main eventer's status back to yourself. And you got irked.
Wilds leans in, delivering his next lines with ferocity.
You could have come to me. Challenged me, man to man. Business.
But you attacked me. From behind. For six months.
You researched my history. Used REBEL to hook me.
Assaulted the woman I was romantically involved with.
You made this personal, Corey. And then, when the opportunity struck, you hid behind regular rules and regulations because you didn't have the balls to finish it.
At XIII, win or lose, you can keep your title. I'm coming for your pride.
I'm not concerned about your legacy; I'm leaving with your ego.
I don't care to leave XIII with a shiny belt around my waist, Corey. I'm leaving your house with your balls in my fucking pocket.
See ya soon, bitch.
Wilds flips the bird, spinning around and heading into the compound. The screen fades to static…
You really think you have the masses fooled, don't you? You honestly believe that people are so fucking stupid that they can't see beyond your ego?
Gods, but you're dense.
Let's go ahead and talk about these squandered opportunities, Corey. I lose a few World Title shots, and you think that makes me look like a man above my position.
But how exactly did I squander that??
Jaice takes another sip of nog, placing the glass on the ground. He reaches over to the tree, pointing out an ornament of a luchador mask. A moment to gather his thoughts, Wilds continues.
For nearly a year, I was an afterthought. First, I was Dark Spectre. The luchador with everything to prove and nothing to lose. I was approached about being on the Cruiserweight roster, but I wanted to prove myself against the top brass. So I scratched, I clawed, I fought my way into the limelight. You'll talk about how I teamed with Kaine to challenge for the Tag Team Titles. But you'll forget to mention that for almost 3 months prior, I had been challenging Power Word: Kill to 3-on-1 handicap matches without title implications. Because that doesn't fit into your "title mark" narrative.
You'll make allusions to the fact that I jumped to the Cruiserweight division to challenge Auron Vega for the title. But because it doesn't fit your picture of me, you'll glaze entirely over the fact that he laid down the challenge after demolishing the majority of the Cruiserweights. That he threw down the gauntlet for competition... and I simply answered.
At this moment, Jaice reaches down to grab his nog. He sips it a bit, pondering.
And then, there's the #BeachKrew phase of my career.
Wilds sighs, shaking his head. He gulps down the last of his nog, placing the empty cup on the ground. He looks back up, a look of intensity.
For months, that bunch ran roughshod over Action Wrestling. The pack mentality, the sneak attacks, the distractions and interference…
Nobody could stop them. And they wouldn't shut up about it. So I challenged Wade Moor to a battle. My opportunity to cut the head off the snake. Unfortunately, nobody took me seriously. My challenge went unheard- or, at the very least, ignored. I simply continued to take whatever challenges were placed before me and working my way through the roster.
I didn't ask for it. Hell, I didn't even hint at it. But I was handed a World Title opportunity against Ryan Lockhart at #EffinRager. Let's be honest; nobody had faith in me. Hell, I was entirely unprepared for that kind of jolt to the top. But where you see a squandered opportunity, Corey, I saw the beginning of my career in Action Wrestling. I walked into #EffinRager as a joke. A fucking filler. Camila Gonzalez didn't trust me to unseat The Curse. Tort and Digger didn't think I'd last longer than 7 minutes in that main event. The locker room was watching to see if I would choke under pressure. I was given zero chances to succeed, Corey.
But then, the impossible happened. Or, what everyone thought was impossible. See, I didn't walk out of #EffinRager as the World Champion. But I didn't need to; I walked out with something far more valuable. During that match, something clicked. For the first time in his career, there was fear behind the eyes of Ryan Lockhart. This pushover, who was set up against him simply to fill a spot, was actually kicking his ass. And the fear didn't end with the Champ; it trickled all the way up through #BeachKrew. Hell, I had the title won before a washed-up manager ran down to the ring to cause a distraction. I was this close, Corey. But what I left with that night…
Wilds swells with passion, a grin crossing his face. He runs a hand through his hair, a chuckle.
I put fear into the hearts of #BeachKrew.
I established a new level of respect with the management.
I put the locker room on notice. I went into the back after that match a hero. Everyone realized that I was the real deal, and they respected me for it. And when I gained the attention of the Action locker room and management, that's when you took notice.
I earned my stripes that night. And you sat in your lounger at home, collecting your royalties, enjoying retirement. But suddenly, you couldn't trace a main eventer's status back to yourself. And you got irked.
Wilds leans in, delivering his next lines with ferocity.
You could have come to me. Challenged me, man to man. Business.
But you attacked me. From behind. For six months.
You researched my history. Used REBEL to hook me.
Assaulted the woman I was romantically involved with.
You made this personal, Corey. And then, when the opportunity struck, you hid behind regular rules and regulations because you didn't have the balls to finish it.
At XIII, win or lose, you can keep your title. I'm coming for your pride.
I'm not concerned about your legacy; I'm leaving with your ego.
I don't care to leave XIII with a shiny belt around my waist, Corey. I'm leaving your house with your balls in my fucking pocket.
See ya soon, bitch.
Wilds flips the bird, spinning around and heading into the compound. The screen fades to static…