Post by Xtreme on Jan 22, 2017 18:10:08 GMT -5
Then.
A father and son sit on a fallen tree. They take bites off of a piece of meat; conversing about the future in what sounds like some Spanish dialect.
{I'm going to get out of here. Make a better life. Take you and mom with me into a world of endless possibilities.}
The father shakes his head, a sympathetic grin. He sighs, ruffling the hairs on the young man's head.
{I appreciate your spirit, Jaice. But we are people of the jungle. We have been masters of the wild for many a generation, and we will continue to be for generations to come.}
{But why, papa? Why can't we be more than hunters? More than jungle men? There HAS to be something more out there for us. Why must we believe this is it for us??}
The father hugs his son, pointing skywards.
{My boy, look to the sky. There is much between the clouds and the earth. But everything has its place. The rocks stay low. The trees grow high, but even they dare not exceed their reach. The birds soar, but the sky's majesty demands they land for a time. Nothing oversteps its bounds, and the earth stays in harmony. So must we know our place and take pride in where we are.}
{Pride? In what? We are two legged abominations in a forest of mass floral and beastial beauty!! What pride do we have here?!}
{We are a small handful of man who has remained despite predators of all types. We have lived beside animals and plants that have sought to destroy our species. And we remain.
We hunt to find food; this much is true. But we are so much more than hunters. We are surviors, my boy. We have learned how to live and thrive side-by-side with our greatest foes. This is what we are, Jaisuile. Survivors and masters of our domain. And that is something to be prideful of.}
Young Jaice looks to his father, a sigh. He looks skyward, wishing for more as he takes a bite of meat.
Now.
Jaice stands near a guardrail on a hotel balcony. He looks over the skyline, taking it all in. A moment passes, Wilds takes a breath.
I was raised to believe that everything has its place. That there is a particular spot for each person, and that is their destiny.
In almost a decade, one would look at my history and believe I was meant to be a Mid-Card Marvel. I have attained mediocre success pretty much anywhere I go. Tag Titles, Secondary and Tertiary championships. A few wins against big names, a few losses against newbies.
It's been a long span over many companies, and I've always gained a small modicum of success. Never enough to gain a World Title, but just enough to slowly become a household name. As of now, Jaice Wilds is synonymous with amazing matches.
Wilds pauses, pacing into the hotel room. The camera follows, watching as he pulls a bottle of pink lemonade from the mini fridge. He takes a swig, turning back to the camera.
I've managed to start building a reputation in WCF. I'm the upstart underdog; the man the crowd cheers and the locker room scoffs at. The one who gives 125% every match, yet is too much like everyone else to make a difference.
Well, I've made my mark. I won a battle royal at One. I defeated one of the most influential Internet Champions in Teddy Blaze. And last week, I won a fatal four way match to become Number One Contender to the Alpha Championship at Rise Up. Not too shabby, really.
Except that I'm in a tag match this week against two of my Rise Up opponents with a lackluster partner. I mean, I already know what O'Neal and Burnett are thinking. Believing that I'm just a third wheel that Seth threw into the match to mess with them.
Wilds takes another sip, breathing in deeply. He focuses his thoughts, a grin.
Jason. We haven't seen each other since September. In that time, you've gained the Alpha Title, while I've been making waves in Battle Royales. Interesting, then, that we have a tag match this week and a triple threat at the pay-per-view. Because anyone paying attention can tell that the numbers games keep falling in my favor. Three, four, five plus opponents, and I just keep coming out on top.
That, combined with my history as a tag team specialist, puts you in trouble. You have not one, but two opponents to watch out for this week. And being as unpredictable as I am, you'll have to keep one eye on me the whole time.
Look what that's done for my other opponents as of late.
Jaice smirks, a deep breath.
And then, there's Adam Burnett. Adam, you put up a hell of a fight last week. But you're walking into Slam this week to a loss from my partner and an Xtreme Aerialist on a roll. I mean, you REALLY don't have much going in your favor. The only real upside is having the reigning Alpha Champion in your corner; and that title is switching hands next week. So... I guess... Good luck. I look forward to beating you. Meeting! Meeting you. In the ring.
Wilds polishes off another gulp of lemonade, sitting on the bed. He looks up, stern.
King, I'm giving you this forewarning. You and I have the momentum going for us. And you clearly have some talent. But if you hesitate, if you falter for two seconds, I won't hesitate to put you down myself. I'm gunning for the Alpha Title, and the absolute LAST thing I need is for you to screw with my momentum.
Fellas, I will see you all at Slam. Until then... Peace.
Wilds pulls out his phone, placing a call. He waves to the camera, muttering something about a display case and pyros as we fade to black.