Post by Jaice Wilds on Mar 15, 2020 22:58:47 GMT -5
Wilds looks up the ramp as Mad Max struts away. He puzzles in his head, breathing in deeply as he looks down to El Muertos. He slides out of the ring, jumping into the crowd to celebrate. The fans offer their drinks, their merch, what have you… Wilds signs a few things as the show fades into the next segment of Metal.
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The following is a letter addressed to the Cowgirls From Hell, intercepted and published to the Alpha Pro Wrestling website.
Same players, different game. At least, that's what it seems like. For fuck's sake; the heyday of the Order seems like just yesterday, and yet… here I find that one of my own Chaos Kin seems to have forgotten me entirely. Which, let's be honest, Meg, is quite ironic. I mean, between us is one-half of the most prolific tag teams in the last decade or so; the most dominant Tag Champion the Alliance ever knew… and then there's me. The guy who stayed relevant over the years.
I'll be honest, Kelser... gods, that just feels weird to say. Anyhow, I'll tell you the truth: when I saw the Cowgirls signed up for this thing, I had shivers. Testing myself against one of the all-time great Tag Teams in wrestling history… instant goosebumps. But then I checked the roster. And I realized you didn't have Tami at your side; but some new chick you apparently took under your wing. And don't get me wrong; I'm sure she's learned a lot from you.
The problem is, she hasn't faced anyone like me. You have to remember why Aaron recruited me in the first place? I'm unique, Meghan. I sacrifice my own body for the greater good. And I know; your entire family has, at some point, had some less than complimentary remark about it. But here's the kicker: of the Order… hell, out of the Alliance, I'm the only sonuva bitch still competing. Still making a name for myself. Still evolving for the sake of remaining a household name in this industry.
This was once our world, Megs. There was once room for both of us to reign in our own kingdoms, under one banner. And we once did. But you're in my world now. You are at my mercy. Like I said, I have every confidence that your partner has learned quite a bit from you. But adaptation is key in this business, especially with this roster. And no offense, doll; but I doubt you'd know how to do that today. I'll give you your match a few weeks back. You two rode a wave of momentum to an impressive win. But that was beginner's luck. This week, you've got an old friend- someone almost as close as family- across the ring. Someone who knows the Cowgirls better than anyone else. And despite your best efforts and your new partner, it's only a matter of time before you two become predictable enough to make a mistake. And when you do, I will be there to send you right back to whatever hole you decided to crawl out of.
As far as Maxine is concerned… listen very carefully, my dear. Whatever you learned from your partner, forget it. Everything you know about cruiserweights, about daredevils, about hardcore… put it out of your mind. I run on adrenaline and primal fury. I'm glad you had the chance to scout me out last week; it means you witnessed first-hand what I can do when I'm not focused. You saw a fraction of what I am truly capable of when someone is depending on me. So imagine, if you can, what all I am capable of when you unleash a creature like myself. And then, tag that up with a physically and technically dominant force the likes of Spartan... you're looking at a volatile element that is very much ready to explode. Which puts not only yourself and Meghan in imminent danger; but anyone else along our path to the Tag Team Championships.
Meghan, congratulations on reviving your lust for competition. Mad Max, welcome to the legacy of the Cowgirls. And to you both; I truly hope you're ready for the carnage you've inadvertently signed up for. We will be going to war this week, ladies… And the Uncanny X-Men are soldiers. So, to that end… good luck?
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Jaice Wilds:
It's a mind game. Nothing more.
The scene opens on the Order of Chaos compound, Wilds sparring with a pair of martial artists. A heel kick to one, Jaice spins around to block a chop from the other. He grabs the wrist, flipping the martial artist over- but he lands on his feet, quickly spinning and launching a knee. Wilds meets it with a knee of his own. A voice is heard from a nearby sound system- Wilds' partner.
Spartan:
That may be true, Jaisinder. But you have history with this… Meghan character. Friendly history. And I'm concerned that my partner might hesitate to make the killing blow if and when the time comes.
Wilds motions to the two men, who nod. The three bow to each other, Wilds grabbing a nearby towel to wipe away the sweat and taking a drink from a nearby water fountain.
Jaice Wilds:
I understand your concern, Tristan. And believe me, I've struggled with that scenario myself. But after Maxine's scouting efforts last week, I know what must be done. Outside the ring, Meghan and I will be whatever we are. Between the bells, however; she's just another competitor standing between us and Tag Team gold. And for that… she will be put down.
A moment passes as the other line stays silent for a moment. Wilds takes a breath, exhaling slowly.
Spartan:
As a man of your word, I'll take you for that much. As my partner, I'm trusting you to keep your head in the game; at least for the duration of this match.
Wilds nods, which Spartan obviously can't see. But whatever. Jaice heads for the rock wall, pressing a button that causes the holds to shift.
Jaice Wilds:
Note taken, my friend. I'll let you get back to work. I've got some preparation of my own to do. Later.
A click is heard, Wilds taking a deep breath before starting up the wall, sans harness. He gets a quarter of the way up, a hold shifting just as he goes to put his hand on it. He shakes his head, seeing another one just out of reach. He shrugs, taking a leap… And just narrowly grabs it. He pulls himself up, shaking his head. He gets about three quarters of the way up before a mechanical voice is heard in the speakers.
V.A.N.E.S.S.A.
Incoming Call.
Cris Anģelico.
A grin crosses his face.
Jaice Wilds:
Accept. Hey, Angel. What's the word?
Chris Angel:
Hey. Heard you had to face an old friend this week. Just wanted to check up on you, make sure you were alright.
Jaice Wilds:
Yeah, I'm good. Just running the gauntlet at the moment.
A slight moment of hesitation before the voice on the other end continues.
Chris Angel:
You sure, bro? I mean, I know you put on a brave face, but I've seen you stumble against guys you don't feel half as obligated to…
Wilds scoffs, pulling himself to the top of the wall. He looks down, nodding.
Jaice Wilds:
The Order Of Chaos was my family. Most of them still are family. But one of the core lessons was that even family fights sometimes, and when that happened… all bets were off. And that's what is in store for Metal. No holding back, no hesitation. Bell to bell, Meghan is my adversary. And she will be treated as such- no matter what that means once the dust has settled.
A long sigh comes from the other end of the line. Wilds looks about, finding the rope he installed for this climb. He drops one end to the floor, then backflips from the wall's edge.
Chris Angel:
Well, for what it's worth, I'll be in town. Probably grab a ticket and watch it all go down. And get a peek at these Man Made God characters…
Jaice shakes his head as he loosens his shirt, wrapping part of it around his right hand and grabbing the rope; spinning around the rope as he descends.
Jaice Wilds:
Please. Don't even get me started on those glory-chasing, coattail-riding sacks of sadness…
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The following is a letter addressed to the Cowgirls From Hell, intercepted and published to the Alpha Pro Wrestling website.
Same players, different game. At least, that's what it seems like. For fuck's sake; the heyday of the Order seems like just yesterday, and yet… here I find that one of my own Chaos Kin seems to have forgotten me entirely. Which, let's be honest, Meg, is quite ironic. I mean, between us is one-half of the most prolific tag teams in the last decade or so; the most dominant Tag Champion the Alliance ever knew… and then there's me. The guy who stayed relevant over the years.
I'll be honest, Kelser... gods, that just feels weird to say. Anyhow, I'll tell you the truth: when I saw the Cowgirls signed up for this thing, I had shivers. Testing myself against one of the all-time great Tag Teams in wrestling history… instant goosebumps. But then I checked the roster. And I realized you didn't have Tami at your side; but some new chick you apparently took under your wing. And don't get me wrong; I'm sure she's learned a lot from you.
The problem is, she hasn't faced anyone like me. You have to remember why Aaron recruited me in the first place? I'm unique, Meghan. I sacrifice my own body for the greater good. And I know; your entire family has, at some point, had some less than complimentary remark about it. But here's the kicker: of the Order… hell, out of the Alliance, I'm the only sonuva bitch still competing. Still making a name for myself. Still evolving for the sake of remaining a household name in this industry.
This was once our world, Megs. There was once room for both of us to reign in our own kingdoms, under one banner. And we once did. But you're in my world now. You are at my mercy. Like I said, I have every confidence that your partner has learned quite a bit from you. But adaptation is key in this business, especially with this roster. And no offense, doll; but I doubt you'd know how to do that today. I'll give you your match a few weeks back. You two rode a wave of momentum to an impressive win. But that was beginner's luck. This week, you've got an old friend- someone almost as close as family- across the ring. Someone who knows the Cowgirls better than anyone else. And despite your best efforts and your new partner, it's only a matter of time before you two become predictable enough to make a mistake. And when you do, I will be there to send you right back to whatever hole you decided to crawl out of.
As far as Maxine is concerned… listen very carefully, my dear. Whatever you learned from your partner, forget it. Everything you know about cruiserweights, about daredevils, about hardcore… put it out of your mind. I run on adrenaline and primal fury. I'm glad you had the chance to scout me out last week; it means you witnessed first-hand what I can do when I'm not focused. You saw a fraction of what I am truly capable of when someone is depending on me. So imagine, if you can, what all I am capable of when you unleash a creature like myself. And then, tag that up with a physically and technically dominant force the likes of Spartan... you're looking at a volatile element that is very much ready to explode. Which puts not only yourself and Meghan in imminent danger; but anyone else along our path to the Tag Team Championships.
Meghan, congratulations on reviving your lust for competition. Mad Max, welcome to the legacy of the Cowgirls. And to you both; I truly hope you're ready for the carnage you've inadvertently signed up for. We will be going to war this week, ladies… And the Uncanny X-Men are soldiers. So, to that end… good luck?
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Jaice Wilds:
It's a mind game. Nothing more.
The scene opens on the Order of Chaos compound, Wilds sparring with a pair of martial artists. A heel kick to one, Jaice spins around to block a chop from the other. He grabs the wrist, flipping the martial artist over- but he lands on his feet, quickly spinning and launching a knee. Wilds meets it with a knee of his own. A voice is heard from a nearby sound system- Wilds' partner.
Spartan:
That may be true, Jaisinder. But you have history with this… Meghan character. Friendly history. And I'm concerned that my partner might hesitate to make the killing blow if and when the time comes.
Wilds motions to the two men, who nod. The three bow to each other, Wilds grabbing a nearby towel to wipe away the sweat and taking a drink from a nearby water fountain.
Jaice Wilds:
I understand your concern, Tristan. And believe me, I've struggled with that scenario myself. But after Maxine's scouting efforts last week, I know what must be done. Outside the ring, Meghan and I will be whatever we are. Between the bells, however; she's just another competitor standing between us and Tag Team gold. And for that… she will be put down.
A moment passes as the other line stays silent for a moment. Wilds takes a breath, exhaling slowly.
Spartan:
As a man of your word, I'll take you for that much. As my partner, I'm trusting you to keep your head in the game; at least for the duration of this match.
Wilds nods, which Spartan obviously can't see. But whatever. Jaice heads for the rock wall, pressing a button that causes the holds to shift.
Jaice Wilds:
Note taken, my friend. I'll let you get back to work. I've got some preparation of my own to do. Later.
A click is heard, Wilds taking a deep breath before starting up the wall, sans harness. He gets a quarter of the way up, a hold shifting just as he goes to put his hand on it. He shakes his head, seeing another one just out of reach. He shrugs, taking a leap… And just narrowly grabs it. He pulls himself up, shaking his head. He gets about three quarters of the way up before a mechanical voice is heard in the speakers.
V.A.N.E.S.S.A.
Incoming Call.
Cris Anģelico.
A grin crosses his face.
Jaice Wilds:
Accept. Hey, Angel. What's the word?
Chris Angel:
Hey. Heard you had to face an old friend this week. Just wanted to check up on you, make sure you were alright.
Jaice Wilds:
Yeah, I'm good. Just running the gauntlet at the moment.
A slight moment of hesitation before the voice on the other end continues.
Chris Angel:
You sure, bro? I mean, I know you put on a brave face, but I've seen you stumble against guys you don't feel half as obligated to…
Wilds scoffs, pulling himself to the top of the wall. He looks down, nodding.
Jaice Wilds:
The Order Of Chaos was my family. Most of them still are family. But one of the core lessons was that even family fights sometimes, and when that happened… all bets were off. And that's what is in store for Metal. No holding back, no hesitation. Bell to bell, Meghan is my adversary. And she will be treated as such- no matter what that means once the dust has settled.
A long sigh comes from the other end of the line. Wilds looks about, finding the rope he installed for this climb. He drops one end to the floor, then backflips from the wall's edge.
Chris Angel:
Well, for what it's worth, I'll be in town. Probably grab a ticket and watch it all go down. And get a peek at these Man Made God characters…
Jaice shakes his head as he loosens his shirt, wrapping part of it around his right hand and grabbing the rope; spinning around the rope as he descends.
Jaice Wilds:
Please. Don't even get me started on those glory-chasing, coattail-riding sacks of sadness…
