Post by Xtreme on Jan 1, 2017 14:30:17 GMT -5
One.
I defeated BOTH Biff Mustache and Jay West in a Fatal Four Way match that also featured Jesse McCoy.
Use the Force, Skywalker, to sense your imminent defeat.
Freddy Whoa: Biff Mustache taken out by Jay West!
Freddy Whoa: SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF JAY WEST'S HEAD!
Zach Davis: XTREME DREAM!
West had Skywalker grappled, and as West flies over the top both he and Skywalker hit the mat!
Then there's these three. Macabre, Stalker, Diaboli...
Danse Macabre stumbles to his feet. Tek, West, Wilds, Skywalker, and Udy all grab him and start throwing him over the rope.
Zach Davis: He's so god damn tall. Can they do it!?
THEY CAN! Danse Macabre is sent over the top rope!
Stalker stumbles up in a daze and Udy throws him over the top!
Freddy Whoa: Second elimination by Udy!
Freddy Whoa: The Demon Wolf gets the first elimination of the night!, and there goes Diaboli.
Tek. Like, "here's the sound my mom made when I walked into the room."
Freddy Whoa: Skywalker throws Tek off the turnbuckle! Tek crashes to the outside!
And Udy. As in "I was going to give myself an ACTUAL name, but then thought, nah, too easy."
Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!!!! FIRST OF THE NIGHT!
NO!, Skywalker ducks it and dumps Udy out of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Udy eliminated!
Replay stops as Wilds, having won, falls to his knees. One can see a tear starting to trail down his face as he takes in this momentous victory at WCF's grandest stage. He rolls out of the ring, jumping into an energetic crowd that chants out "X-treme! X-treme!" We continue to watch, until this image fades.
Later
Wilds looks down at his phone, a slight grin. He looks worn, a crazy battle at One. He looks to the camera man, a deep breath.
I said I would do it. I told everyone that I would come out on top. With a tandem elimination of the biggest guy in the ring, plus a double elimination of my last two opponents, I secured the victory at One that I so implicitly promised.
Mere moments later, I made an open challenge. A simple favor, if you will, of our company's champions. A non-title match against any one of them, for the simple opportunity of proving my worth. David Sanchez decided to pop his ugly mug in the mix, ready to get his ass handed to him. But it was someone far higher on the totem pole who caught my attention.
The man. The myth. The Legend. The new World Heavyweight Champion, Joey Flash, doesn't just offer me a match. He offers me a damn World Title shot. Frankly, I never in my wildest dreams would have thought someone as prolific as Joseph Malignaggi would offer so much to me. But I suppose he also has a sense of honor, and knows that any challenge is one to be accepted. But my road to Joey Flash takes a turn.
Wilds pauses, sliding his fingers across the screen. He lifts the phone to face the screen, showing... well, static and shit at first. But after some fiddling with the camera, we see the screen of Wilds' phone clearly. Displayed is the New Years Bash lineup. A deep breath.
There are nineteen reasons why I shouldn't be anywhere near Joey Flash. Nineteen potential roadblocks I have to get through on my way to the World Championship. Nineteen possible foes I have to take down to prove my worth in this business.
Some would run down the entire list. Talk about all 19 other men in this series of Battle Royales. Go over history and weaknesses and blah, blah, blah for WAY too many people. But I'm only guaranteed to face seven. So what I'll do instead is to rundown the most likely candidate from the other matches, then address the three I WILL face from mine. So... I guess... we'll just dive right in.
Wilds flips the phone back around, taking a gander at the list. He ponders, nodding as he turns his attention back to the camera.
First up, we have Sterling Archer, Ghost Rider, Captain Spanish and Jay Should-Probably-Head West.
I've already kicked West around like a soccer ball, so... whatever.
Taquito Burrito Chimichanga Meringue Salsa managed to one up me a couple weeks back, for which I would love a rematch. The guy is talented, I give him that. But he just doesn't seem to have the drive.
So it comes down to Marvel's Flaming Skull Face versus Comedy Central's local village idiot turned spy. Sorry, Rider, but I gotta give this one to Sterling.
Yeah, yeah. I know, Rocky's at home cheering you on, Adrian. Or just waiting for you to get back and give him some good lovin', I don't know. What I do know is this: you have been stuck dabbling in the mid card just as I have. And amongst the other players in your match, I'm pulling for you to come out on top. But mostly because the only other man in that group I would consider a threat just doesn't have the cajones to pull off an important win like this. You're still most likely to end up the first elimination in the New Years Bash match. So enjoy your wave while it lasts- all 7 seconds.
Wilds takes a moment, glancing back at his phone. A glance over, a few seconds to ponder, then right back in.
Then we have match two. Andre Holmes, CJ Phoenix, and two nobodies even their own mothers don't give two fucks about.
As it stands, that leaves a former Alpha Champion against a former Hardcore and Tag Team Champion.
CJ, I want to give you props. I REALLY do. But lets be honest with ourselves. You haven't done a damn thing worth mentioning as of late. The fact that you're still even on the active roster shows they just care about brand loyalty and filling out a card.
Andre, on the other hand, managed to pull the con of the century. Sneaks into the General Manager's office, reinstates himself with an amazing contract, throws himself into the Final Destination match, and calls for his rematch almost immediately against a coward of a champion who uses any excuse he can to AVOID Holmes.
Andre is brilliant. He's a tough competitor because he studies his foes, analyses their style and counters everything you throw at him.
The fun part is, that doesn't work for me. Half the time, I get into my groove and I let the adrenaline take me. Andre can't anticipate my next move, because I RARELY, if ever, do even I know what my next move is. Holmes, a match against you is a real test of one's mettle, and I feel you would potentially give me the best challenge. But your greatest strength becomes a weakness when your ability to predict an opponent's offense becomes obsolete. I look forward to facing you, Dre, but I also look forward to letting my instinct put you down.
Jaice grins, nodding. He glances back down at his phone, reading the card. Another second or two, he raises a brow as he addresses the camera.
King, Kane, Knight.
There's an offensive joke in there, but I'm gonna let it go.
Anyways, there's only one person in this one worth mentioning. One competitor who is worth considering as an entrant into the New Years Bash. Dag Riddik.
This guy has been a thorn in the side of countless competitors. A pain in the ass to jobbers and elite the same. And yet...
You haven't really accomplished much, have you? Okay, you won the International Championship almost a year ago... but that lasted for all of two seconds before your possession of said title pretty much ruined its worth, and it faded quickly into oblivion. Ah, it's sad, really. Someone with the mouth of a senator, the intellect of a newborn, and the collective charm of a bag of torn paper.
You've come and gone and reinvented yourself about 30 times, but each time you come back a little more... useless. Dagvald, I'm going to wish you well in your match. Seth essentially GAVE you this one, my guess being he was hoping you'd realize how high you were in over your head and wuss out. But hey, if you decide to show for the New Years Bash, more power to ya. Maybe you can even make a name for yourself and NOT be entirely forgettable. Maybe.
Wilds shakes his head, chuckling to himself. He takes a moment to compose himself, checking his phone again. A moment, he looks once again into the camera.
Captain Pantheon. Jason Cash. Salem Shepard. Steven Singh.
We have two-thirds of the new Trios Champions, one-half of the Tag Team Champions, and a former Tag Champ who may or may not have a vendetta against the new champ.
I honestly have no clue here. Big part of me believes Cash or Shepard is going to come out of this one. Hell, they might try to manipulate it so they BOTH come out with a win.
Another part of me says Pantheon has something to prove, and will be doing his damndest not only to defeat Singh, but put himself back into title contention.
And then there's a part of me who's looking at Singh, the thief who got away.
I don't even know. However, I DO know that 3/4 of the competitors in this one are champions. And if my previous predictions are correct, there's a decent chance that New Year's Bash match is going to see a decent number of those champs in one ring. So regardless of the outcome of this particular match, I'll have exactly what I asked for.
Which leads me to MY match.
Wilds breathes in deeply, pondering. He gathers his thoughts, focusing as he turns to the camera.
John Gable. The guy with the face.
The almost invincible Internet Champion, Teddy Blaze.
The two-time World, Television and Tag Team Champion. Six-time Hardcore Champion. A man who walks these hallowed halls as a living legend. Oblivion.
I asked for a champion. A non-title match against the WCF elite. And to prove my worth, Seth gave me that and so much more. Possibly the greatest Internet Champion of our time, if not ALL time, in one corner. And one of the most prolific men in the history of this company in the other.
And then, there's Gable, who has some momentum coming off a win against Johnny Blaze. Good luck, John.
Jaice pauses. He ponders his next thoughts, as though meticulously choosing his next words. A deep breath, he continues.
Twenty seventeen is going to be the Year of Xtreme. It starts with the momentous task of bringing down the best of the best that the WCF has to offer, and continues with retaining that momentum.
Oblivion. You are by far one of the most dangerous men on the roster. You've earned that accolade over a dozen years. But at New Years Bash, I take my aerial innovation and hardcore lifestyle to a new level. I dominate the ring with my unequalled unpredictability. And I rip that title of "WCF's Most Dangerous Man" from you, limb from limb, with my bare hands.
Teddy, you have been an amazing Internet Champion. Arguably the most dominant Internet Champion in the history of the title, and certainly the most worthy. I don't know anyone in the books who has been so willing to defend that championship on a daily basis, and defended it with such dignity. You are truly a challenge to overcome, and I intend on giving you the fight of your life. Surely, I'm not the first to say such, but no one else in your past has had so much to prove. Not just to you, Blaze, but to myself, to the WCF, to the world. It has been a decade since I joined the wrestling world, and I intend on making waves. If I have to go through you to do such, so be it. Just know that I have the utmost respect for you, and will take no joy out of putting you down. I truly wish you the best in your title defenses after this week.
Gable... your history here is mediocre at best. Two or three TV Titles... which you apparently renamed the Cinematic Title and melted into a crown??... and a pair of Tag Title reigns. You've done little, if anything worth noting in recent history... the big thing here is that we're the two with the most to gain. You, a chance to be worth mentioning; me, a chance to finally become a household name. The difference, Gable, is that I've evolved over the years to adapt to my surroundings, while you... well, you just sorta cling to the fifteen seconds of fame you've achieved and choose to be content. I'm not going to be content until I've reached the top. So while we both have something to prove, I actually have the drive to do so.
Wilds takes a moment, flipping a few screens and hitting a button on the side. He slides his phone into his pocket, taking a moment as he contemplates. He turns, solemn.
New Years Day. The first Slam of 2017. Twenty men will enter the ring, only one will rise above the rest. Everyone has their reasons to fight, everyone has their methodology and drive.
The question, then, is who has the will to overcome ALL the roadblocks before them? Who has the stamina and the adrenaline to defeat EVERYONE in their way??
The answer? A hardcore high-flyer with nothing to lose and everything to gain.
See you in 2017, folks. It's gonna be a wild ride.
Jaice nods, stroking his chin. He starts to walk off, the camera cutting to black.