Three Way, One Result
Aug 4, 2019 22:15:20 GMT -5
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Post by Jaice Wilds on Aug 4, 2019 22:15:20 GMT -5
Wilds looks down at his phone, laughing.
Jaice Wilds:
Gods. The nerve of this dipshit. All his "woe is me" bullshit…
Jaice's adopted brother and closest friend looks to him, shaking his head.
Reggie Herschel:
You still on this Allen Anderson kid?
Jaice puts his phone down, turning to Reggie. He grabs up his glass of Jack Daniels, grabbing a sip.
Jaice Wilds:
This kid comes in, thinking he's owed something because of his background, or upbringing or some shit. Shit doesn't go his way, and he wants to bitch like a five-year-old. I got ganged up on; you see me whining?
Reggie Herschel:
You've been in this business a while, bro. You know you're gonna bounce back and stay in the headlines. This kid? Probably scared he ain't gonna go anywhere after this.
Wilds shrugs, standing. The two men walk over to the edge of his hotel balcony, looking over the city.
Jaice Wilds:
I just gotta figure out what I want here, man. Don't get me wrong; being a team player and the thrill of competition has been great. But… I dunno. After how close I've gotten over this past year…
Reggie places a hand on his brother's shoulder, a sigh.
Jaice Wilds:
I got a hunger, man. I'm trying not to think about it, but I got a yearning in my soul. Damn near 12 years, and I'm just now getting that big title thirst…
Reggie chuckles, shrugging.
Reggie Herschel:
Go for it, man. You've given your heart and soul to this business. One World Title run after over a decade? You deserve it! You'll work your way there, you'll take the spot, have a reign and bring the competition up to par.
Wilds looks to his brother, a grin.
Jaice Wilds:
Thanks, man. I feel selfish thinking about it; but when you put it in perspective, it makes sense. After I put these two guys down for the night, I'll start building my path to Masuda. Show jackholes like Allen Anderson how you earn shit in this business.
Wilds and Herschel continue to catch up, sitting at the side table with their drinks.
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The following is a letter addressed to Big Bad Bodacious; intercepted and published to the Alpha Pro Wrestling website.
What a show! Amirite? I mean, everything Alpha Pro had been building to was honestly surpassed in many ways. Five titles having their first official bearers. A title change. Odin Balfore being Odin Balfore. And that main event… the most prolific main event in recent history… gods, that was fun. Sure; the entirety of the roster got smart and teamed up to eliminate me from competition. But who wouldn't take some form of pride in knowing that he is still the threat in this business? It was still a spectacle to watch once I came to after my elimination.
Which leads us to this coming Monday. A rematch of sorts. Three weeks ago, I faced off against some Number One Contenders for the Hardcore and North American Championships. This week, I face off against the #1 Contender for the Hardcore Title, and the current bearer of the North American strap.
Allow me to begin with the Champion. First thing's first, Road Dawg. Congratulations. A few weeks back, I made the mistake of underestimating your in-ring prowess. In our match with Spartan, you brought the kind of fight I hadn't expected from a man of your brazen style. And while you may have eaten a pinfall that week, you took what you learned from it and you turned it into a victory at Alpha Showdown.
You very likely believe yourself owed an apology, then. You certainly would think that I should offer up some form of concession on the grounds that you showed yourself more capable than I originally anticipated. Unfortunately for your ego, however; that simply won't happen. And why should it? Were it not for my doubting your abilities, you may well have dismissed the opportunity to prove yourself. In many ways, it was my disbelief in your awareness that gave you the mettle to break through the proverbial glass ceiling. So, in that regard, you're welcome. Let us hope that your determination to prove your worth provides you a long and prosperous reign.
That said; there is a reason why I am not a Champion nor title contender at the moment. You got your shot against two worthy competitors, each one working for himself. Meanwhile, I was brutally assaulted by no less than eight other competitors, whose sole mission in the moment was eliminating me from our match. Allow me to reiterate, my friend. You won a match with everyone out for themselves, I lost a match where everyone was against me. And moreso than that, it took the combination of all eight competitors to put my run at the top to an end. Now, explain something to me, Road Dawg: if you couldn't defeat me a few weeks back, and it took a plethora of competitors to put me down at Alpha Showdown, what are the odds that you can topple me this week? Aside from your new shiny, what makes this week drastically different from the last Metal? You have less to prove, certainly; momentum isn't quite as important when you already have a strap… but it does help. And it's not like 3B is looking to go alone; he's one of the many who worked me over at Showdown. Which leaves me wondering, Dawg, if this isn't going to be another clean sweep for me.
Let's be fair. As previously stated, I underestimated you last time. And yet, I conquered you like so many who have come before. This week, I know what to expect from you. In fact, under the assumption that your title victory wasn't a fluke, I'm essentially over-preparing myself in order to ensure any new skills or abilities you bring are effectively voided. You, however, still suffer from a lack of knowledge and experience to deal with me. In almost 12 years in the business, I can honestly say- ego aside- that there is nobody like me out there. The things I do in that ring- the all-out innovative aerial combat, the hardcore manipulation, the self-sacrificial battle style- these are all things that I alone encompass. And the fact that I act in the moment; never the same sequence or attack plan twice? Means that none of my opponents can ever truly anticipate my next maneuver. Hell, how can one figure out my next move if I don't even know? In any case, don't be too downtrodden when this week's contest ends the same way as our last encounter.
And no, Bodacious; I've not forgotten about you. Just like I didn't forget how you took your place as the Hardcore Contender in the Alpha Showdown. How did it feel, Triple B? How was it, gaining a hollow victory after aiding seven other people in eliminating your biggest threat?? How does it feel knowing that you're going into a title match untested against a man who has been?
I mean, sure. For Spartan, there was a third man in the match. But at least he and Road Dawg were able to man up and put a fair fight out. What about you, Bodie? After all, you took the coward's way out in teaming up with a plethora of other people. You all aligned against me to ensure my elimination and your own preservation. But what did that truly achieve? It gave you and so many others a false sense of security going forward; like, somehow, eliminating me from the match means you don't eventually have to deal with the consequences. Let's be honest, 3B: I am a living legend in this business. One of the biggest names in the game today. At some point, my ring prowess speaks enough for itself and I will get my hands on each and every member of the Alpha Showdown.
A couple weeks ago, I defeated two contenders. This week, those two men are champions. In essence, that means I've already defeated one-third of the current reigning champions in Alpha Pro. Meanwhile, you got your first match at Alpha Showdown, barely survived with a Contendership to a tier three title... and now you get to face an actual champion and an industry cornerstone in a match that favors you in no way, shape or form. Congratulations, Biggums; you just won the worst lottery in the business. And with little to no experience against the upper echelon, the outlook is looking rather bleak for you.
To both of you: do not take this match lightly. And when my hand is once again raised in victory, take it with a grain of salt. Learn from it. And proceed in knowing that no loss is meaningless if you take a lesson from it. Both of you will walk away, watching my hand being raised. But you will also walk away with the experience of facing the most dynamic athlete to enter the industry.
Bask in it. Learn from it. Grow with it.
See you Monday, fellas.
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Wilds laces up his boots, dropping his gear into his duffle bag. He looks up, nodding as Smith Jones notches the final pinfall. A commotion is heard outside, Wilds grabbing up his things. He walks out, noticing several members of the roster reacting to the Alpha Showdown match. He walks past, shaking his head. As he passes a certain All-Father, he chuckles.
Jaice Wilds:
Scared of a little competition, Odie?
Wilds continues walking by, passively ignoring any response Balfore could have given. He heads for the parking lot, passing the security offices. Allen Anderson complains to whomever will listen, Jaice peeking his head in.
Jaice Wilds:
Entitled rookies.
Wilds exits the arena, heading for his bike and the next venue.
Jaice Wilds:
Gods. The nerve of this dipshit. All his "woe is me" bullshit…
Jaice's adopted brother and closest friend looks to him, shaking his head.
Reggie Herschel:
You still on this Allen Anderson kid?
Jaice puts his phone down, turning to Reggie. He grabs up his glass of Jack Daniels, grabbing a sip.
Jaice Wilds:
This kid comes in, thinking he's owed something because of his background, or upbringing or some shit. Shit doesn't go his way, and he wants to bitch like a five-year-old. I got ganged up on; you see me whining?
Reggie Herschel:
You've been in this business a while, bro. You know you're gonna bounce back and stay in the headlines. This kid? Probably scared he ain't gonna go anywhere after this.
Wilds shrugs, standing. The two men walk over to the edge of his hotel balcony, looking over the city.
Jaice Wilds:
I just gotta figure out what I want here, man. Don't get me wrong; being a team player and the thrill of competition has been great. But… I dunno. After how close I've gotten over this past year…
Reggie places a hand on his brother's shoulder, a sigh.
Jaice Wilds:
I got a hunger, man. I'm trying not to think about it, but I got a yearning in my soul. Damn near 12 years, and I'm just now getting that big title thirst…
Reggie chuckles, shrugging.
Reggie Herschel:
Go for it, man. You've given your heart and soul to this business. One World Title run after over a decade? You deserve it! You'll work your way there, you'll take the spot, have a reign and bring the competition up to par.
Wilds looks to his brother, a grin.
Jaice Wilds:
Thanks, man. I feel selfish thinking about it; but when you put it in perspective, it makes sense. After I put these two guys down for the night, I'll start building my path to Masuda. Show jackholes like Allen Anderson how you earn shit in this business.
Wilds and Herschel continue to catch up, sitting at the side table with their drinks.
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The following is a letter addressed to Big Bad Bodacious; intercepted and published to the Alpha Pro Wrestling website.
What a show! Amirite? I mean, everything Alpha Pro had been building to was honestly surpassed in many ways. Five titles having their first official bearers. A title change. Odin Balfore being Odin Balfore. And that main event… the most prolific main event in recent history… gods, that was fun. Sure; the entirety of the roster got smart and teamed up to eliminate me from competition. But who wouldn't take some form of pride in knowing that he is still the threat in this business? It was still a spectacle to watch once I came to after my elimination.
Which leads us to this coming Monday. A rematch of sorts. Three weeks ago, I faced off against some Number One Contenders for the Hardcore and North American Championships. This week, I face off against the #1 Contender for the Hardcore Title, and the current bearer of the North American strap.
Allow me to begin with the Champion. First thing's first, Road Dawg. Congratulations. A few weeks back, I made the mistake of underestimating your in-ring prowess. In our match with Spartan, you brought the kind of fight I hadn't expected from a man of your brazen style. And while you may have eaten a pinfall that week, you took what you learned from it and you turned it into a victory at Alpha Showdown.
You very likely believe yourself owed an apology, then. You certainly would think that I should offer up some form of concession on the grounds that you showed yourself more capable than I originally anticipated. Unfortunately for your ego, however; that simply won't happen. And why should it? Were it not for my doubting your abilities, you may well have dismissed the opportunity to prove yourself. In many ways, it was my disbelief in your awareness that gave you the mettle to break through the proverbial glass ceiling. So, in that regard, you're welcome. Let us hope that your determination to prove your worth provides you a long and prosperous reign.
That said; there is a reason why I am not a Champion nor title contender at the moment. You got your shot against two worthy competitors, each one working for himself. Meanwhile, I was brutally assaulted by no less than eight other competitors, whose sole mission in the moment was eliminating me from our match. Allow me to reiterate, my friend. You won a match with everyone out for themselves, I lost a match where everyone was against me. And moreso than that, it took the combination of all eight competitors to put my run at the top to an end. Now, explain something to me, Road Dawg: if you couldn't defeat me a few weeks back, and it took a plethora of competitors to put me down at Alpha Showdown, what are the odds that you can topple me this week? Aside from your new shiny, what makes this week drastically different from the last Metal? You have less to prove, certainly; momentum isn't quite as important when you already have a strap… but it does help. And it's not like 3B is looking to go alone; he's one of the many who worked me over at Showdown. Which leaves me wondering, Dawg, if this isn't going to be another clean sweep for me.
Let's be fair. As previously stated, I underestimated you last time. And yet, I conquered you like so many who have come before. This week, I know what to expect from you. In fact, under the assumption that your title victory wasn't a fluke, I'm essentially over-preparing myself in order to ensure any new skills or abilities you bring are effectively voided. You, however, still suffer from a lack of knowledge and experience to deal with me. In almost 12 years in the business, I can honestly say- ego aside- that there is nobody like me out there. The things I do in that ring- the all-out innovative aerial combat, the hardcore manipulation, the self-sacrificial battle style- these are all things that I alone encompass. And the fact that I act in the moment; never the same sequence or attack plan twice? Means that none of my opponents can ever truly anticipate my next maneuver. Hell, how can one figure out my next move if I don't even know? In any case, don't be too downtrodden when this week's contest ends the same way as our last encounter.
And no, Bodacious; I've not forgotten about you. Just like I didn't forget how you took your place as the Hardcore Contender in the Alpha Showdown. How did it feel, Triple B? How was it, gaining a hollow victory after aiding seven other people in eliminating your biggest threat?? How does it feel knowing that you're going into a title match untested against a man who has been?
I mean, sure. For Spartan, there was a third man in the match. But at least he and Road Dawg were able to man up and put a fair fight out. What about you, Bodie? After all, you took the coward's way out in teaming up with a plethora of other people. You all aligned against me to ensure my elimination and your own preservation. But what did that truly achieve? It gave you and so many others a false sense of security going forward; like, somehow, eliminating me from the match means you don't eventually have to deal with the consequences. Let's be honest, 3B: I am a living legend in this business. One of the biggest names in the game today. At some point, my ring prowess speaks enough for itself and I will get my hands on each and every member of the Alpha Showdown.
A couple weeks ago, I defeated two contenders. This week, those two men are champions. In essence, that means I've already defeated one-third of the current reigning champions in Alpha Pro. Meanwhile, you got your first match at Alpha Showdown, barely survived with a Contendership to a tier three title... and now you get to face an actual champion and an industry cornerstone in a match that favors you in no way, shape or form. Congratulations, Biggums; you just won the worst lottery in the business. And with little to no experience against the upper echelon, the outlook is looking rather bleak for you.
To both of you: do not take this match lightly. And when my hand is once again raised in victory, take it with a grain of salt. Learn from it. And proceed in knowing that no loss is meaningless if you take a lesson from it. Both of you will walk away, watching my hand being raised. But you will also walk away with the experience of facing the most dynamic athlete to enter the industry.
Bask in it. Learn from it. Grow with it.
See you Monday, fellas.
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Wilds laces up his boots, dropping his gear into his duffle bag. He looks up, nodding as Smith Jones notches the final pinfall. A commotion is heard outside, Wilds grabbing up his things. He walks out, noticing several members of the roster reacting to the Alpha Showdown match. He walks past, shaking his head. As he passes a certain All-Father, he chuckles.
Jaice Wilds:
Scared of a little competition, Odie?
Wilds continues walking by, passively ignoring any response Balfore could have given. He heads for the parking lot, passing the security offices. Allen Anderson complains to whomever will listen, Jaice peeking his head in.
Jaice Wilds:
Entitled rookies.
Wilds exits the arena, heading for his bike and the next venue.
