SURPRISE, MOTHAFUCKAS!
Sept 29, 2018 22:58:12 GMT -5
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Post by Jaice Wilds on Sept 29, 2018 22:58:12 GMT -5
It’s that time of year again. The one day where warriors old and new congregate in glorious combat to discern their place in the industry. Some will come from the far reaches of the planet for a one night only performance, while others will cement a more permanent position. At the end of the night, one will stand tall above all others, garnering something far more important than any championship or job title could give.
The eternal respect of every man and woman in that match.
Indeed, it is the enticing call of glory that lures legends and new blood alike back to the WCF for this night. And management oft throws a World Championship stipulation into this match. But what truly makes us fight, what really drives us all to put on the greatest performances of our career, is the subconscious need to be respected by our peers.
I have been in this business for quite some time. And to be honest, I’ve lost a step along the way. I lost myself. But I have found my motivation to step back up. I have found the means to reinvigorate my killer instinct and climb back to the top of the proverbial mountain where I belong. To do so, I must reach deep down to conquer the likes of former World Champions and upstart rookies alike.
Look at the roster for this thing. Stephen Singh. Roy Speede. Teo Del Sol. Jayson Pryce. Living legends in this business. Former champions who know exactly how to reach that plateau and stand tall above their naysayers. These are men who will go to any length to prove themselves worthy of the greatness their names and legacies carry. Men who will stop at nothing to dominate. Men… who must be put down.
There is a level of competition I have not had the opportunity as of yet to truly push myself beyond my self-imposed limits. Playing around in the mid-card, toying with tag titles and resting on the fallback of being in an established group. But there is a time for play, and a time for- well, war. Stephen, Jayson, Roy. Even Teo- they must all fall. I will bring the fury of hell itself with me. I will take the legacies of these men and crush them beneath my feet. I will kick each and every one of them into Oblivion and claim my place at the top.
Teo, your legend is strewn into the history books by respect. Your time as both Teo and Teddy have garnered immeasurable amounts of respect, including that from myself. However, my own battles for respect have led me to you, and I will not hesitate to strike you with the force of a dozen suns in order to secure the final place in this battle. I wish you the utmost luck, but know your elimination is imminent once I find myself in the ring with you.
Stephen, Jayson; your legacies have forever been cemented in the annals of WCF. But my name, my legend, is cemented throughout the history of the very business. Stories stretch far and wide about nailing a demon into a coffin, about putting barbed wire through the face of a giant, of putting my body on the line for something as simple as a mildly significant victory. So let it be known now that I will destroy myself if it means obliterating you.
Roy Speede. The Action Wrestling legend. The first man in a good while to usurp a throne from Wade Moor. Not a simple task, to be honest. But where you managed to pull off a glorious feat, you opened the door for someone else. You now carry a target on your back, one you are familiar with after holding the AW World Title once before. So you understand that, the WCF implications of this match aside, you now have the misfortune of defending your status in this match. You willingly walked into this level of match knowing full well that you may be the greatest threat. But you no doubt severely underestimated the kind of competition you would be facing. So I give you this word of wisdom, Speede: fall back. You have risked everything by entering this event with gold strapped around your waist. Now, I will stop at nothing to annihilate you, your status, and your very legend from existence. War is going to be hell, Speede; and it will be so because of me.
The Mustache Clan, the Spanish Connection; all the members of the undercard and the mostly forgotten. You have all come to WCF War for one reason. And no, it is not the reason you all believe yourselves to be here. Each and every one of you has come to this event to become a victim. The unwitting recipients of chaotic hell. Members of the status quo, predestined to fall at the hand of greatness.
This Sunday, WCF gets chaotic. The landscape of this business stirs wild.
And War.
Gets.
Xtreme.
The eternal respect of every man and woman in that match.
Indeed, it is the enticing call of glory that lures legends and new blood alike back to the WCF for this night. And management oft throws a World Championship stipulation into this match. But what truly makes us fight, what really drives us all to put on the greatest performances of our career, is the subconscious need to be respected by our peers.
I have been in this business for quite some time. And to be honest, I’ve lost a step along the way. I lost myself. But I have found my motivation to step back up. I have found the means to reinvigorate my killer instinct and climb back to the top of the proverbial mountain where I belong. To do so, I must reach deep down to conquer the likes of former World Champions and upstart rookies alike.
Look at the roster for this thing. Stephen Singh. Roy Speede. Teo Del Sol. Jayson Pryce. Living legends in this business. Former champions who know exactly how to reach that plateau and stand tall above their naysayers. These are men who will go to any length to prove themselves worthy of the greatness their names and legacies carry. Men who will stop at nothing to dominate. Men… who must be put down.
There is a level of competition I have not had the opportunity as of yet to truly push myself beyond my self-imposed limits. Playing around in the mid-card, toying with tag titles and resting on the fallback of being in an established group. But there is a time for play, and a time for- well, war. Stephen, Jayson, Roy. Even Teo- they must all fall. I will bring the fury of hell itself with me. I will take the legacies of these men and crush them beneath my feet. I will kick each and every one of them into Oblivion and claim my place at the top.
Teo, your legend is strewn into the history books by respect. Your time as both Teo and Teddy have garnered immeasurable amounts of respect, including that from myself. However, my own battles for respect have led me to you, and I will not hesitate to strike you with the force of a dozen suns in order to secure the final place in this battle. I wish you the utmost luck, but know your elimination is imminent once I find myself in the ring with you.
Stephen, Jayson; your legacies have forever been cemented in the annals of WCF. But my name, my legend, is cemented throughout the history of the very business. Stories stretch far and wide about nailing a demon into a coffin, about putting barbed wire through the face of a giant, of putting my body on the line for something as simple as a mildly significant victory. So let it be known now that I will destroy myself if it means obliterating you.
Roy Speede. The Action Wrestling legend. The first man in a good while to usurp a throne from Wade Moor. Not a simple task, to be honest. But where you managed to pull off a glorious feat, you opened the door for someone else. You now carry a target on your back, one you are familiar with after holding the AW World Title once before. So you understand that, the WCF implications of this match aside, you now have the misfortune of defending your status in this match. You willingly walked into this level of match knowing full well that you may be the greatest threat. But you no doubt severely underestimated the kind of competition you would be facing. So I give you this word of wisdom, Speede: fall back. You have risked everything by entering this event with gold strapped around your waist. Now, I will stop at nothing to annihilate you, your status, and your very legend from existence. War is going to be hell, Speede; and it will be so because of me.
The Mustache Clan, the Spanish Connection; all the members of the undercard and the mostly forgotten. You have all come to WCF War for one reason. And no, it is not the reason you all believe yourselves to be here. Each and every one of you has come to this event to become a victim. The unwitting recipients of chaotic hell. Members of the status quo, predestined to fall at the hand of greatness.
This Sunday, WCF gets chaotic. The landscape of this business stirs wild.
And War.
Gets.
Xtreme.
