Post by Jaice Wilds on Jan 27, 2019 22:40:09 GMT -5
Post-TV Title Match
1/21/19
Slam
Kennedy Matthews is seen with Jaice Wilds as he is checked by the medical staff after his grueling match with Teo Blaze. The doctor on staff nods as Wilds slides his wifebeater over his head.
Jaice Wilds
Told you, love. Nothing I haven’t fought through before. Teddy hits hard; but I got a titanium skull.
Kennedy embraces Wilds, sitting back and staring at her man.
Kennedy Matthews
It looked pretty rough, Jaice. Took you a good minute to get up after…
Jaice Wilds
I appreciate your concern, darling. But all due respect to Teo, I've suffered worse. He just surprised me. No biggie.
Jaice stands, Kennedy taking his arm as they walk out of the medical unit. They stroll down the hall, turning a corner… where they come face-to-face with Teo Blaze. Blaze looks Wilds up and down, Jaice returning in kind. Wilds grins, extending a hand.
Jaice Wilds
You were everything I thought and more, Teo. Keep up the great work.
Blaze takes a moment to measure up Wilds; but nods as he extends his own hand. A slight grin escapes his lips as he speaks.
Teo Blaze
You’re a solid worker, Wilds. Your drive, your focus, it’s all there. You just need to refine those tools you have. I look forward to witnessing it.
They both release, Jaice moving gracefully aside so the champ can continue his course. Wilds and Kennedy proceed their own direction down the hallway towards the parking deck.
Kennedy Matthews
So, where are you taking me for dinner tonight?
Jaice shrugs, pondering for a moment as he approaches the Order Of Chaos limo.
Jaice Wilds
Mongolian?
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The following is a letter addressed and published to the WCF website.
Yes, yes; I've heard it all week. I squandered an opportunity to become Television Champion against Teo Blaze at Slam. And certainly, the critics have a point; I was taken to my limits and ultimately defeated by the TV Champ. But was it truly squandered? I learned quite a bit from that match. What I saw as an opportunity to prove myself as the best in the business turned into a hellacious, no-holds-barred wrestling clinic between two of the sport's foremost competitors. And yes, I walked away with a loss. But I also walked away with a knowledge of the ferocity that Teo brings to every match, and a contentment in realizing that the Dub's future lies in the very best of hands.
But that was this past week. And to quote the meerkat, “you gotta put ya past behind ya.” So my focus is squarely on this tag team tournament. And with the endless possibilities given to the victorious teams, this is looking to be the fight of everyone's careers. And the names in this tourney… former World Champions, Hall of Fame talent, recent title holders in the Dub… everyone and their brother seems to understand the power that winning this thing means. And yet… I feel the majority are looking at this with closed minds. So many are seeing this as a means to an end. Everyone is looking for their fast ticket to Noble Savage and the World Title; but is that all there really is at stake here? I mean, we're talking the opportunity for legends to declare themselves the greatest of all time, here. We're talking about the opportunity to claim status, to achieve glories that surpass such trivial things as title reigns littered with asterisks. Look; I'm not going to pretend like an automatic title shot hasn't crossed my mind as well. But I am more concerned about the implications that come with this victory. The responsibility to uphold not only our own individual legacies, but that of the WCF itself. Big time stuff here.
Take one of my opponents this week. Here's a guy who built and carried the Dub on his shoulders, all but literally. Guy is a shoe-in for the Hall of Fame. And yet… something is lacking. Something keeps him from being satisfied; something inside of him hungers for that little bit more. I mean, that is why yourself and Jay Omega have been trading mildly respectful barbs on social media, right, John?
The two of you trying to count out my lady love and reigning Hardcore Champ before actually testing her mettle in the ring?? I mean, I get it. I do; the history you two have in this company is extensive, and both of you have proven yourselves when the opportunities were presented. But your egos have become so massive that you overlook the talent and ability of those that came after you, and that… that is where you fail. That is where you bring about your inevitable self-inflicted demise. You allow your elevated status to cloud your judgement, Rabid, and you've hit a brick wall. While you've been clinging to relevance via the coattails of Bonnie Blue, others have stepped up to fill the shoes that you and your contemporaries slowly left emptied. You somehow believe that stepping up after you've lost any legitimacy suddenly makes you eligible for special privileges. News flash, J-Rabiddy; it really doesn't. Contrary to what Corey Black would have you believe, everything in this business is earned. And the past means nothing if you can't keep backing it up. So take a moment, boy, and concentrate on the reality around you.
This isn't some third rate jumbling of rookie talent, paid to make you look good while you fast track your way back into the Main Event. This is a legitimate group of contenders, save Jayson Price’s all but irrelavent ass and an ill-conceived journey to stardom for Stephen Singh, which is destined to be a greater failure than his very birth. In any case; feel free to let your ego run rampant this week. Even easier to bury you like you should have buried your career a while back.
And don't think I’ve forgotten you, Mr Speede. Oh, the epic wars between you and D-Day are something of legend. You have an uncanny ability to make virtually anyone else look better in the ring by pulling that little something extra out of them. And that's admirable, Roy, it truly is. But you fall off when it most counts. I mean, your greatest accomplishment thus far is a record Hardcore Title reign… that ended six years ago. Since then, your relevance has been relegated to your run in AW; yet another short and unimpressive stint saved only by the fact that your most consistent opponent was Don Deruty. The open and honest truth is that you are less than worthy of being referred to as a “challenge”, as you have less legitimacy to your legend than Rabid does to any current claim to greatness. You're both about as threatening as a crumpled ball of paper is to a bonfire.
As far as my partner is concerned… I know his legacy is mired by a lack of consistency in his work. But I also know that Mikey X is the kind of competitor who, much like myself, will put his mind and body on the line in every match to assure a level of success. So while I'm cautious about teaming with a man who, admittedly, isn't the biggest on tag team competition; I also have come to the realization that I need to trust whomever I am partnered with if victory is to be had. So with that in mind, I will have your back as long as you have mine, Michael. Let's tear shit up and take this tournament by storm.
The best of the very best will find themselves at the forefront of controversy and mayhem. And beginning this week on Slam, that mayhem will be doled out by the final Agent of Chaos. Ladies and gentlemen, watch closely. The world is about to see exactly what it is I am capable of; and the Dub will never be the same again.
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So you got the 201 Title match at the Revolution II, and this tag team tournament thing on Slam. Are you gonna have the energy to go all out on both?
The Xtreme Aerialist looks to his dark skinned compatriot, a grin.
Simon, you know me. As an adrenaline junky, I've got all the willpower necessary to obliterate everyone who stands in my way. And once I've managed to climb my way back to the top, I'll make a name for the Order again.
Simon chuckles, nodding.
Nice touch, by the way. Ordo Ab Kao? Taking a page right out of my book. You're doing us proud.
Jaice grins, standing from his chair on the balcony. He looks out to the wilderness, taking in a breath.
I swore fealty to you, to the Order. And I intend on living out the creed.
Simon stands, joining his friend. They both grin, saluting towards the wilderness.
All Hail the Order.
All Hail the Order.
1/21/19
Slam
Kennedy Matthews is seen with Jaice Wilds as he is checked by the medical staff after his grueling match with Teo Blaze. The doctor on staff nods as Wilds slides his wifebeater over his head.
Jaice Wilds
Told you, love. Nothing I haven’t fought through before. Teddy hits hard; but I got a titanium skull.
Kennedy embraces Wilds, sitting back and staring at her man.
Kennedy Matthews
It looked pretty rough, Jaice. Took you a good minute to get up after…
Jaice Wilds
I appreciate your concern, darling. But all due respect to Teo, I've suffered worse. He just surprised me. No biggie.
Jaice stands, Kennedy taking his arm as they walk out of the medical unit. They stroll down the hall, turning a corner… where they come face-to-face with Teo Blaze. Blaze looks Wilds up and down, Jaice returning in kind. Wilds grins, extending a hand.
Jaice Wilds
You were everything I thought and more, Teo. Keep up the great work.
Blaze takes a moment to measure up Wilds; but nods as he extends his own hand. A slight grin escapes his lips as he speaks.
Teo Blaze
You’re a solid worker, Wilds. Your drive, your focus, it’s all there. You just need to refine those tools you have. I look forward to witnessing it.
They both release, Jaice moving gracefully aside so the champ can continue his course. Wilds and Kennedy proceed their own direction down the hallway towards the parking deck.
Kennedy Matthews
So, where are you taking me for dinner tonight?
Jaice shrugs, pondering for a moment as he approaches the Order Of Chaos limo.
Jaice Wilds
Mongolian?
-----------------
The following is a letter addressed and published to the WCF website.
Yes, yes; I've heard it all week. I squandered an opportunity to become Television Champion against Teo Blaze at Slam. And certainly, the critics have a point; I was taken to my limits and ultimately defeated by the TV Champ. But was it truly squandered? I learned quite a bit from that match. What I saw as an opportunity to prove myself as the best in the business turned into a hellacious, no-holds-barred wrestling clinic between two of the sport's foremost competitors. And yes, I walked away with a loss. But I also walked away with a knowledge of the ferocity that Teo brings to every match, and a contentment in realizing that the Dub's future lies in the very best of hands.
But that was this past week. And to quote the meerkat, “you gotta put ya past behind ya.” So my focus is squarely on this tag team tournament. And with the endless possibilities given to the victorious teams, this is looking to be the fight of everyone's careers. And the names in this tourney… former World Champions, Hall of Fame talent, recent title holders in the Dub… everyone and their brother seems to understand the power that winning this thing means. And yet… I feel the majority are looking at this with closed minds. So many are seeing this as a means to an end. Everyone is looking for their fast ticket to Noble Savage and the World Title; but is that all there really is at stake here? I mean, we're talking the opportunity for legends to declare themselves the greatest of all time, here. We're talking about the opportunity to claim status, to achieve glories that surpass such trivial things as title reigns littered with asterisks. Look; I'm not going to pretend like an automatic title shot hasn't crossed my mind as well. But I am more concerned about the implications that come with this victory. The responsibility to uphold not only our own individual legacies, but that of the WCF itself. Big time stuff here.
Take one of my opponents this week. Here's a guy who built and carried the Dub on his shoulders, all but literally. Guy is a shoe-in for the Hall of Fame. And yet… something is lacking. Something keeps him from being satisfied; something inside of him hungers for that little bit more. I mean, that is why yourself and Jay Omega have been trading mildly respectful barbs on social media, right, John?
The two of you trying to count out my lady love and reigning Hardcore Champ before actually testing her mettle in the ring?? I mean, I get it. I do; the history you two have in this company is extensive, and both of you have proven yourselves when the opportunities were presented. But your egos have become so massive that you overlook the talent and ability of those that came after you, and that… that is where you fail. That is where you bring about your inevitable self-inflicted demise. You allow your elevated status to cloud your judgement, Rabid, and you've hit a brick wall. While you've been clinging to relevance via the coattails of Bonnie Blue, others have stepped up to fill the shoes that you and your contemporaries slowly left emptied. You somehow believe that stepping up after you've lost any legitimacy suddenly makes you eligible for special privileges. News flash, J-Rabiddy; it really doesn't. Contrary to what Corey Black would have you believe, everything in this business is earned. And the past means nothing if you can't keep backing it up. So take a moment, boy, and concentrate on the reality around you.
This isn't some third rate jumbling of rookie talent, paid to make you look good while you fast track your way back into the Main Event. This is a legitimate group of contenders, save Jayson Price’s all but irrelavent ass and an ill-conceived journey to stardom for Stephen Singh, which is destined to be a greater failure than his very birth. In any case; feel free to let your ego run rampant this week. Even easier to bury you like you should have buried your career a while back.
And don't think I’ve forgotten you, Mr Speede. Oh, the epic wars between you and D-Day are something of legend. You have an uncanny ability to make virtually anyone else look better in the ring by pulling that little something extra out of them. And that's admirable, Roy, it truly is. But you fall off when it most counts. I mean, your greatest accomplishment thus far is a record Hardcore Title reign… that ended six years ago. Since then, your relevance has been relegated to your run in AW; yet another short and unimpressive stint saved only by the fact that your most consistent opponent was Don Deruty. The open and honest truth is that you are less than worthy of being referred to as a “challenge”, as you have less legitimacy to your legend than Rabid does to any current claim to greatness. You're both about as threatening as a crumpled ball of paper is to a bonfire.
As far as my partner is concerned… I know his legacy is mired by a lack of consistency in his work. But I also know that Mikey X is the kind of competitor who, much like myself, will put his mind and body on the line in every match to assure a level of success. So while I'm cautious about teaming with a man who, admittedly, isn't the biggest on tag team competition; I also have come to the realization that I need to trust whomever I am partnered with if victory is to be had. So with that in mind, I will have your back as long as you have mine, Michael. Let's tear shit up and take this tournament by storm.
The best of the very best will find themselves at the forefront of controversy and mayhem. And beginning this week on Slam, that mayhem will be doled out by the final Agent of Chaos. Ladies and gentlemen, watch closely. The world is about to see exactly what it is I am capable of; and the Dub will never be the same again.
-------------------
So you got the 201 Title match at the Revolution II, and this tag team tournament thing on Slam. Are you gonna have the energy to go all out on both?
The Xtreme Aerialist looks to his dark skinned compatriot, a grin.
Simon, you know me. As an adrenaline junky, I've got all the willpower necessary to obliterate everyone who stands in my way. And once I've managed to climb my way back to the top, I'll make a name for the Order again.
Simon chuckles, nodding.
Nice touch, by the way. Ordo Ab Kao? Taking a page right out of my book. You're doing us proud.
Jaice grins, standing from his chair on the balcony. He looks out to the wilderness, taking in a breath.
I swore fealty to you, to the Order. And I intend on living out the creed.
Simon stands, joining his friend. They both grin, saluting towards the wilderness.
All Hail the Order.
All Hail the Order.
