Post by Jaice Wilds on Feb 4, 2019 0:01:54 GMT -5
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor...
And then we all ate pie.
Now we got these damn knockoff shows... Danny Tiger, Power Rangers Anal Force, Teenage Mutant Ninja Lizards, Pokemon Rainbow 7...
Wait, what was I saying? Don't I have a promo to write? Something about a cup and title opportunities and barbed wire shins to faces...
Okay, well... here's Jaice. He's somewhere. Not over the rainbow, but definitely over the edge. He's hanging off something while hanging on something else and he's really cool looking doin it. But that's beside the point; it's motherfuckin Jaice Wilds. Talkie time, Jaicey Boy.
Okay. So... not the way I planned things. Sure, I didn't necessarily win, but then again I didn't exactly lose, either. A draw is a learning experience, as any other match. Even though I drew a tie against Edison, I learned that much more about him. Which turns out to be a good thing, since I get another chance to tear his punk ass apart.
Willie Williams has forced my hand; apparently the contract I signed with PWA was guaranteed so many matches before my opt-out, and Willie is making me earn my exit to REBEL Pro. Fine by me; a win this week is implied to have some form of PWA Title implications. And what better way to exude REBEL's dominance than to bring a PWA Championship into its halls? Oh, what a beautiful thought...
Jaice uses Grin!! It's super effective!!
As far as the opposition is concerned...
Cody Bogard. Man, I gotta hand it to you. I totally underestimated you in our last contest, and it bit me in the ass. I mean, I was totally right on the whole "Bogard is more bland than stale bread" thing, but you've got talent. You"ve got heart, man, and that's not something you find in a lot of guys nowadays.
A rematch should be fun. I get to show everyone that I can still go toe-to-toe with an experienced technical wrestler and hold my own. Do yourself a favor, Cody. Don't underestimate me just because you got one win. I want to win, but I don't want an excuse out of you when I do. When the dust settles and the final bell is rung, I want to shake your hand and know I beat you at your finest.
Let it go! Let it go! I am one with the wind and sky!!
As far as Edison goes... I said it before. We fought to a tie. We know each other much better now. And for the time being, that means we each have a decent chance of coming out on top. But if you think for two seconds that you have my number, I guarantee you'll spend the next three on your back, staring at the roof. I gave you a taste last week of how random I can be; this week, I go batshit crazy on everyone involved. Kicks to you, punches to Bogard, headbutts to Cannon... everyone is getting a taste of the insanity and I'm not leaving without spilling blood.
There is power, power, wonder working power. In the blood...
And then, there's my... 'colleague'... Chris Cannon. "THE", as he calls himself. Like "THE" idiot or "THE" has-been or "THE" retard. This inbred half-twit anal cum baby seems to like popping in and out more than a dick in a pornstar. And yet, the entire time, he's still useless. Comes in, makes a scene- that no one seems to notice- and fades out when he figures two people have learned his name. Or at least start spelling "the" in all caps.
Cannon, you're a has-been. Hell, more like a never-was. And a never-will-be. Far as I'm concerned, you're merely a late addition to an otherwise highly competitive match. There's a 33.3% chance I'll win. 33.3 Edison, 33.3 Bogard. You? You're a non-factor. A fucking poser. Do yourself a favor; come to the ring, wave to everyone, and sit with the announce team so people don't have to miss out on a good match. Seriously, you're beyond pathetic.
I would do anything for love... yes I would do anything for love... oh, I would do anything for love... but I won't do that!!
In any case, boys, we have a big night ahead of us. Some stiff competition, an unpredictable outcome, and the promise of a sweet prize... it's gonna be tough. It's gonna be close.
But the Xtreme Aerialist is going to do exactly what he always does in these situations: put on a show, draw some blood, and leave with a win.
See you when I see you.
TO THE WINDOOOOOOW! TO THE WALL! TIL THE SWEAT RUNS DOWN MY BALLS!!
And then we all ate pie.
Now we got these damn knockoff shows... Danny Tiger, Power Rangers Anal Force, Teenage Mutant Ninja Lizards, Pokemon Rainbow 7...
Wait, what was I saying? Don't I have a promo to write? Something about a cup and title opportunities and barbed wire shins to faces...
Okay, well... here's Jaice. He's somewhere. Not over the rainbow, but definitely over the edge. He's hanging off something while hanging on something else and he's really cool looking doin it. But that's beside the point; it's motherfuckin Jaice Wilds. Talkie time, Jaicey Boy.
Okay. So... not the way I planned things. Sure, I didn't necessarily win, but then again I didn't exactly lose, either. A draw is a learning experience, as any other match. Even though I drew a tie against Edison, I learned that much more about him. Which turns out to be a good thing, since I get another chance to tear his punk ass apart.
Willie Williams has forced my hand; apparently the contract I signed with PWA was guaranteed so many matches before my opt-out, and Willie is making me earn my exit to REBEL Pro. Fine by me; a win this week is implied to have some form of PWA Title implications. And what better way to exude REBEL's dominance than to bring a PWA Championship into its halls? Oh, what a beautiful thought...
Jaice uses Grin!! It's super effective!!
As far as the opposition is concerned...
Cody Bogard. Man, I gotta hand it to you. I totally underestimated you in our last contest, and it bit me in the ass. I mean, I was totally right on the whole "Bogard is more bland than stale bread" thing, but you've got talent. You"ve got heart, man, and that's not something you find in a lot of guys nowadays.
A rematch should be fun. I get to show everyone that I can still go toe-to-toe with an experienced technical wrestler and hold my own. Do yourself a favor, Cody. Don't underestimate me just because you got one win. I want to win, but I don't want an excuse out of you when I do. When the dust settles and the final bell is rung, I want to shake your hand and know I beat you at your finest.
Let it go! Let it go! I am one with the wind and sky!!
As far as Edison goes... I said it before. We fought to a tie. We know each other much better now. And for the time being, that means we each have a decent chance of coming out on top. But if you think for two seconds that you have my number, I guarantee you'll spend the next three on your back, staring at the roof. I gave you a taste last week of how random I can be; this week, I go batshit crazy on everyone involved. Kicks to you, punches to Bogard, headbutts to Cannon... everyone is getting a taste of the insanity and I'm not leaving without spilling blood.
There is power, power, wonder working power. In the blood...
And then, there's my... 'colleague'... Chris Cannon. "THE", as he calls himself. Like "THE" idiot or "THE" has-been or "THE" retard. This inbred half-twit anal cum baby seems to like popping in and out more than a dick in a pornstar. And yet, the entire time, he's still useless. Comes in, makes a scene- that no one seems to notice- and fades out when he figures two people have learned his name. Or at least start spelling "the" in all caps.
Cannon, you're a has-been. Hell, more like a never-was. And a never-will-be. Far as I'm concerned, you're merely a late addition to an otherwise highly competitive match. There's a 33.3% chance I'll win. 33.3 Edison, 33.3 Bogard. You? You're a non-factor. A fucking poser. Do yourself a favor; come to the ring, wave to everyone, and sit with the announce team so people don't have to miss out on a good match. Seriously, you're beyond pathetic.
I would do anything for love... yes I would do anything for love... oh, I would do anything for love... but I won't do that!!
In any case, boys, we have a big night ahead of us. Some stiff competition, an unpredictable outcome, and the promise of a sweet prize... it's gonna be tough. It's gonna be close.
But the Xtreme Aerialist is going to do exactly what he always does in these situations: put on a show, draw some blood, and leave with a win.
See you when I see you.
TO THE WINDOOOOOOW! TO THE WALL! TIL THE SWEAT RUNS DOWN MY BALLS!!
