Post by Jaice Wilds on Feb 23, 2020 22:33:17 GMT -5
Wilds looks up, shaking his head. He had this thing won… but he's taken as Breezy looks down, offering a hand. Jaice takes a breath, reaching up and taking Eli's hand. He nods, raising Beazley's hand in victory and exiting the ring, letting Breezy have his moment. He walks up the ramp, a trainer rushing up to him.
APW Trainer:
Mr Wilds? Miss Ivanova wanted me to deliver a message…
A grin crosses Wilds' face.
Jaice Wilds:
Jason agreed to the match?? Is it going to be something dark? Tell me it's a ladder match. No! An inferno match!! Hell! In the Cell! Oh, wait…
The trainer shudders a bit, growing uncomfortable with what he has to say.
APW Trainer:
Uhm, no… actually…
Jaice Wilds:
Oh, right. Still gotta make sure the dummy lives. Ultimate Submission match, yeah? Ira's horrible Plugs On A Pole? Maybe a…
APW Trainer:
It's not happening!
Jaice is shocked into silence, furrowing his brow. The trainer takes a breath.
APW Trainer:
Ms Ivanova sends her apologies. But Jason made a decent point about a victory he held over a champion a few weeks back, and she feels it best to give him something to appease his ego. Nothing she feels he can actually accomplish, but at least the chance to say they gave him a shot.
Wilds sighs. He shakes his head and shrugs, exasperated. He starts to walk off, the trainer suddenly recalling.
APW Trainer:
Oh! She did say, however, that she had something in mind to make up for it. Says she appreciates that you're taking Ryan on as a personal… whatever… and wants you to know she hasn't overlooked your efforts- especially after what you did last week for Mr Beazley.
Wilds nods, still a bit dejected. He takes a breath, nodding and thanking the trainer before heading to his locker room to shower and dress.
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The following is a letter addressed and published to the Alpha Pro Wrestling website.
So as it turns out, my man Breezy had a little more fight than either of us suspected. And after a battle like that one, I have every confidence that he'll be adding his name to the legacy of our Junior Heavyweight Championship this weekend. But that's his match.
As for myself, there's a whole new opportunity sitting before me. With Lucy Sixx defending her North American Championship at Liberty or Death; there is a vacancy in the line to face Smith Jones for the World Title. And to determine who gets that slot, management has instituted a 14-Man, over-the-top battle royal. Not the most effective way to choose a challenger, to be fair; but it's what they can do with the roster growing as it is.
Personally, I'd like to fight some people one-on-one, put on a clinic. Prepare for that mano-y-mano war with Smitty down the road. But hey; at least this match gives me the advantage. Oh, I know. I always say that. "I'm the veteran", "I'm unpredictable", so on and so forth. But go with me on this.
This isn't a pinfall or submission finish. This is simply a knock-em-out match. It's all about timing and pure dumb luck. Being in the right place at the right time. So for all the time I've spent in the ring and all the instinctive action I'm known for; what really matters is that I have the wherewithal to survive. To manipulate the ropes and use subterfuge to turn the tides in my favor.
Take a moment. Look at the names in this match. Cray Mitchell, Eilich Fjell, Aaron Osmosis, El Muertos, Old Man... untested, unweathered new kids. Sure, they have the potential to be stars. And yeah, any one of them could get lucky enough to survive for a while. But when you have a match with hungry talent and a World Title opportunity on the line? Irina and Co are throwing goldfish into a shark tank. The absolute best thing most of these guys are going to be doing is making the most of their fifteen seconds of fame before regressing silently back to the undercard. This is what I hate about matches like this: the hopes and dreams of every competitor to step into the ring, put on a silver platter for these guys within a week or so of joining up with a company… only to realize they are nowhere near on par with the upper echelon of the business. And it's not that they don't win the match; half the time, that's a fucking given. The problem is that they believe this golden opportunity is their only chance to get to the top; and in failing to win, they fall by the wayside in a depressive slump. They forget that this is just a test, a means to push them to their limits- and they fold. Never to be heard from again. And I have an extreme dislike for being part of the process that sees these potential future stars fade away before they've even had a real chance to shine.
But there is some potential here. I fought Damon Warrens a few weeks back. I found myself a bit distracted, and he took full advantage of it. Unfortunately, Mr. Warrens; you do not have the same convenience this week. I am fully focused on making the most of the moment. You've made it known that you view this as your company; but this is my home. Win, lose or draw; Alpha Pro is my house, and I will defend it with everything I am. What that means for you, Damon, is that this isn't simply a battle for supremacy between you and I. It's going to be a war to determine who runs the place. And here's a little spoiler, son: it ain't you. Bring your A game; it's going to be hell.
Speaking of hell. Where the hell has Andre Aquarius been for the last year or so?? I saw your name in the rosters for A-Dub, but then you just… fell off. Which is weird; because I know I've watched your name pop up on a bunch of rosters I happened to be on. And yet, while I keep establishing myself as the headliner of this business, you… well, you live on through the visage that you still matter. Like Bonnie Blue, sans World Titles. Actually, I apologize; Bon didn't duck an opportunity when it presented itself. So to compare your overhyped ass to her is an insult to the Time Witch. Y'know, Dre, it occurs to me that we've spanned at least 3 federations together. And yet, this is the first time we've been in the same ring at the same time. Interesting, then, that the first time we meet is in a match where I won't even have to pin you to pop that massive ego bubble. You and your big mouth get to look up to the ring and wonder how Jaice Wilds, of all fucking people, managed to kick your teeth in and destroy any chance you had to steal your way into the Main Event against Smitty.
Seriously. For as admittedly mediocre as my career has been thus far, at least I've been in the ring, honing my craft. Meanwhile, you've been… well, probably in a glory hole somewhere, honing yours. This isn't a high school debate, Andre. This is my territory. A goddamn wrestling ring. Talk is only going to get you smacked around like the egotistical bitch you are. I honestly doubt that you have the balls to show up, being how high the stakes are… but should you show your face, I've no issue planting my boot deep into it. If you think for three seconds that you're some pinnacle of hype and controversy, here to save Alpha Pro… we don't need you. We already have a self-centered blowhard in Jason Ryan; we have all the controversy we need with former World Champions either dying or overstating their hands. In other words, any "void" you're hoping to fill is already taken by people who actually have the balls- actual or proverbial- to show the fuck up. Don't @ me, fuckwit. You don't have the brain cells.
Did I forget anyone important? I feel like Alex Scott and I have met once or twice. Maybe we bumped heads at some point… nothing I recall off-hand. So nothing important enough to give a damn about; I mean, he idolizes me enough to model himself a bit after me. But where he focuses on precision and making his shit look pretty, I'm more focused on hurting people. And Lex is probably thinking "that's stupid"... but how many titles has your pretty flying won you?? Because my devil-may-care, hurt everybody style has garnered me seven. Just sayin'.
Ugh… I think that's all the people who matter. Not that they matter more than anyone I may have forgotten; but these things tend to drag when I focus all my ink on people I'm saddled with for the sake of making them look good. This weekend, I'm going to take flight, put up a fight and cement my place in Alpha Pro's upper class. Just in time for next month's Tag Title Tournament. Funny; the new World Champion and his Number One Contender get to climb the proverbial mountain for Tag Team glory. Alpha's really picking up…
But I get ahead of myself. Ladies and gents, tune in to watch Jaice Wilds gain Liberty from the midcard- and gives thirteen other men a taste of Death in the form of crushing defeat in our main event.
Douces.
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Wilds looks at his phone, a chuckle. He looks at the camera, his hair disheveled and his eyes darkened.
Jason!!
Jason Ryan!!
Hey, pal. Think I forgot about you?? Just because da boi ZMac gets you first?
A sickening laugh. He takes a deep breath, continuing.
I may have to wait a bit longer, boy. But you're still in my sights. Whatever is left of you- mentally and physically- after #LibertyOrDeath is mine to destroy.
You are still my personal mission. Still my greatest project. After this weekend, I'm going to tear you down, head to toe, and rebuild you. Turn you from a pitiful shell of a man into a warrior. Someone to respect and fear.
But first, you will be defeated. You will be obliterated. Jason Ryan will be erased from existence to be born anew, something worth talking about.
Are you listening?! Are you watching?!
I'M COMING FOR YOU, JASON!!
A maniacal laugh echoes from Jaice's throat as the camera fades to static…
APW Trainer:
Mr Wilds? Miss Ivanova wanted me to deliver a message…
A grin crosses Wilds' face.
Jaice Wilds:
Jason agreed to the match?? Is it going to be something dark? Tell me it's a ladder match. No! An inferno match!! Hell! In the Cell! Oh, wait…
The trainer shudders a bit, growing uncomfortable with what he has to say.
APW Trainer:
Uhm, no… actually…
Jaice Wilds:
Oh, right. Still gotta make sure the dummy lives. Ultimate Submission match, yeah? Ira's horrible Plugs On A Pole? Maybe a…
APW Trainer:
It's not happening!
Jaice is shocked into silence, furrowing his brow. The trainer takes a breath.
APW Trainer:
Ms Ivanova sends her apologies. But Jason made a decent point about a victory he held over a champion a few weeks back, and she feels it best to give him something to appease his ego. Nothing she feels he can actually accomplish, but at least the chance to say they gave him a shot.
Wilds sighs. He shakes his head and shrugs, exasperated. He starts to walk off, the trainer suddenly recalling.
APW Trainer:
Oh! She did say, however, that she had something in mind to make up for it. Says she appreciates that you're taking Ryan on as a personal… whatever… and wants you to know she hasn't overlooked your efforts- especially after what you did last week for Mr Beazley.
Wilds nods, still a bit dejected. He takes a breath, nodding and thanking the trainer before heading to his locker room to shower and dress.
-----------------------------------------
The following is a letter addressed and published to the Alpha Pro Wrestling website.
So as it turns out, my man Breezy had a little more fight than either of us suspected. And after a battle like that one, I have every confidence that he'll be adding his name to the legacy of our Junior Heavyweight Championship this weekend. But that's his match.
As for myself, there's a whole new opportunity sitting before me. With Lucy Sixx defending her North American Championship at Liberty or Death; there is a vacancy in the line to face Smith Jones for the World Title. And to determine who gets that slot, management has instituted a 14-Man, over-the-top battle royal. Not the most effective way to choose a challenger, to be fair; but it's what they can do with the roster growing as it is.
Personally, I'd like to fight some people one-on-one, put on a clinic. Prepare for that mano-y-mano war with Smitty down the road. But hey; at least this match gives me the advantage. Oh, I know. I always say that. "I'm the veteran", "I'm unpredictable", so on and so forth. But go with me on this.
This isn't a pinfall or submission finish. This is simply a knock-em-out match. It's all about timing and pure dumb luck. Being in the right place at the right time. So for all the time I've spent in the ring and all the instinctive action I'm known for; what really matters is that I have the wherewithal to survive. To manipulate the ropes and use subterfuge to turn the tides in my favor.
Take a moment. Look at the names in this match. Cray Mitchell, Eilich Fjell, Aaron Osmosis, El Muertos, Old Man... untested, unweathered new kids. Sure, they have the potential to be stars. And yeah, any one of them could get lucky enough to survive for a while. But when you have a match with hungry talent and a World Title opportunity on the line? Irina and Co are throwing goldfish into a shark tank. The absolute best thing most of these guys are going to be doing is making the most of their fifteen seconds of fame before regressing silently back to the undercard. This is what I hate about matches like this: the hopes and dreams of every competitor to step into the ring, put on a silver platter for these guys within a week or so of joining up with a company… only to realize they are nowhere near on par with the upper echelon of the business. And it's not that they don't win the match; half the time, that's a fucking given. The problem is that they believe this golden opportunity is their only chance to get to the top; and in failing to win, they fall by the wayside in a depressive slump. They forget that this is just a test, a means to push them to their limits- and they fold. Never to be heard from again. And I have an extreme dislike for being part of the process that sees these potential future stars fade away before they've even had a real chance to shine.
But there is some potential here. I fought Damon Warrens a few weeks back. I found myself a bit distracted, and he took full advantage of it. Unfortunately, Mr. Warrens; you do not have the same convenience this week. I am fully focused on making the most of the moment. You've made it known that you view this as your company; but this is my home. Win, lose or draw; Alpha Pro is my house, and I will defend it with everything I am. What that means for you, Damon, is that this isn't simply a battle for supremacy between you and I. It's going to be a war to determine who runs the place. And here's a little spoiler, son: it ain't you. Bring your A game; it's going to be hell.
Speaking of hell. Where the hell has Andre Aquarius been for the last year or so?? I saw your name in the rosters for A-Dub, but then you just… fell off. Which is weird; because I know I've watched your name pop up on a bunch of rosters I happened to be on. And yet, while I keep establishing myself as the headliner of this business, you… well, you live on through the visage that you still matter. Like Bonnie Blue, sans World Titles. Actually, I apologize; Bon didn't duck an opportunity when it presented itself. So to compare your overhyped ass to her is an insult to the Time Witch. Y'know, Dre, it occurs to me that we've spanned at least 3 federations together. And yet, this is the first time we've been in the same ring at the same time. Interesting, then, that the first time we meet is in a match where I won't even have to pin you to pop that massive ego bubble. You and your big mouth get to look up to the ring and wonder how Jaice Wilds, of all fucking people, managed to kick your teeth in and destroy any chance you had to steal your way into the Main Event against Smitty.
Seriously. For as admittedly mediocre as my career has been thus far, at least I've been in the ring, honing my craft. Meanwhile, you've been… well, probably in a glory hole somewhere, honing yours. This isn't a high school debate, Andre. This is my territory. A goddamn wrestling ring. Talk is only going to get you smacked around like the egotistical bitch you are. I honestly doubt that you have the balls to show up, being how high the stakes are… but should you show your face, I've no issue planting my boot deep into it. If you think for three seconds that you're some pinnacle of hype and controversy, here to save Alpha Pro… we don't need you. We already have a self-centered blowhard in Jason Ryan; we have all the controversy we need with former World Champions either dying or overstating their hands. In other words, any "void" you're hoping to fill is already taken by people who actually have the balls- actual or proverbial- to show the fuck up. Don't @ me, fuckwit. You don't have the brain cells.
Did I forget anyone important? I feel like Alex Scott and I have met once or twice. Maybe we bumped heads at some point… nothing I recall off-hand. So nothing important enough to give a damn about; I mean, he idolizes me enough to model himself a bit after me. But where he focuses on precision and making his shit look pretty, I'm more focused on hurting people. And Lex is probably thinking "that's stupid"... but how many titles has your pretty flying won you?? Because my devil-may-care, hurt everybody style has garnered me seven. Just sayin'.
Ugh… I think that's all the people who matter. Not that they matter more than anyone I may have forgotten; but these things tend to drag when I focus all my ink on people I'm saddled with for the sake of making them look good. This weekend, I'm going to take flight, put up a fight and cement my place in Alpha Pro's upper class. Just in time for next month's Tag Title Tournament. Funny; the new World Champion and his Number One Contender get to climb the proverbial mountain for Tag Team glory. Alpha's really picking up…
But I get ahead of myself. Ladies and gents, tune in to watch Jaice Wilds gain Liberty from the midcard- and gives thirteen other men a taste of Death in the form of crushing defeat in our main event.
Douces.
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Wilds looks at his phone, a chuckle. He looks at the camera, his hair disheveled and his eyes darkened.
Jason!!
Jason Ryan!!
Hey, pal. Think I forgot about you?? Just because da boi ZMac gets you first?
A sickening laugh. He takes a deep breath, continuing.
I may have to wait a bit longer, boy. But you're still in my sights. Whatever is left of you- mentally and physically- after #LibertyOrDeath is mine to destroy.
You are still my personal mission. Still my greatest project. After this weekend, I'm going to tear you down, head to toe, and rebuild you. Turn you from a pitiful shell of a man into a warrior. Someone to respect and fear.
But first, you will be defeated. You will be obliterated. Jason Ryan will be erased from existence to be born anew, something worth talking about.
Are you listening?! Are you watching?!
I'M COMING FOR YOU, JASON!!
A maniacal laugh echoes from Jaice's throat as the camera fades to static…
