Post by jaicewilds on Aug 24, 2022 23:55:03 GMT
Then
The hell do you mean, my flights been delayed? You understand I have to make THIS flight if I'm going to get to my JOB…
The gate attendant sighs, shaking his head.
I apologize for the inconvenience, sir; unfortunately, I'm not personally in charge of plane maintenance and cannot help this in any way.
Wilds takes a breath, turning away for a moment. He calms his mind, turning back.
I'm sorry. I'm very anxious about this new job. Trying not to screw up on what's SUPPOSED to be my first day. Is there anything you CAN do, sir?
The attendants gaze softens, he turns and hits some keys on the computer.
Well, I can get you out on the first flight tomorrow morning. And for your troubles, I would be more than happy to bump you up to first class, no charge. Would that help at all?
Jaice takes a moment. He nods, pulling out his phone.
I'm likely going to miss the show. But I suppose it's better than nothing. And I feel it would be rude to turn down the offer after I practically jumped down your throat for no reason.
Wilds waits for the attendant to print up the new ticket, shaking his hand. He turns, dialing up a number on his phone.
Mr Powers? It's Jaice. Listen, I hate to do this, but my flights been delayed due to mechanical issues. Yeah, earliest they can get me out is tomorrow… I mean, I could go sightseeing, I guess… okay. Thanks, Danny. And sorry again.
Wilds taps a button on his phone, sliding it into his pocket. He looks at the ticket in his hand, pondering as he walks off…
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Now
Wilds paces as the camera follows him through downtown Chicago. He looks around, an air of contentment.
It's been too long since I was able to lace up. Too long since I've had a company that paid me to do what I'm good at rather than sit at home. I finally feel alive again.
This week, at New Ground, the Inevitable one returns to in-ring action. The Innovator of Aerial Xtremeism returns to dominate the ring, to draw blood and to earn the respect of the fans of this great sport.
TJ Alexander. My hat to you, sir; it's not a great many people who make it into thus business. Fewer still manage to break out successfully, and here you stand at the precipice of any professional wrestlers career- taking on a living legend in the business. I know; you look at me and see some thirty-something who does flippy shit and already had his best times behind him. But take a moment, my friend. Take in the years that I've thrived in this business, the opponents I've faced, the experience I've accrued. And ask yourself what it is you can take home, win or lose. What can you take away from this match and apply to your career going forward?
This is not an opportunity for me to log yet another notch in my win column, JT. This is a moment for me to pass my knowledge on to the next generation and mold the future of this business. And I'm not concerned with whether or not I win; what I am concerned with, Mr Alexander, is bringing out the absolute best in you.
Wilds stops in front of a WV promotional sign, a grin crossing his face.
Don't disappoint.
The hell do you mean, my flights been delayed? You understand I have to make THIS flight if I'm going to get to my JOB…
The gate attendant sighs, shaking his head.
I apologize for the inconvenience, sir; unfortunately, I'm not personally in charge of plane maintenance and cannot help this in any way.
Wilds takes a breath, turning away for a moment. He calms his mind, turning back.
I'm sorry. I'm very anxious about this new job. Trying not to screw up on what's SUPPOSED to be my first day. Is there anything you CAN do, sir?
The attendants gaze softens, he turns and hits some keys on the computer.
Well, I can get you out on the first flight tomorrow morning. And for your troubles, I would be more than happy to bump you up to first class, no charge. Would that help at all?
Jaice takes a moment. He nods, pulling out his phone.
I'm likely going to miss the show. But I suppose it's better than nothing. And I feel it would be rude to turn down the offer after I practically jumped down your throat for no reason.
Wilds waits for the attendant to print up the new ticket, shaking his hand. He turns, dialing up a number on his phone.
Mr Powers? It's Jaice. Listen, I hate to do this, but my flights been delayed due to mechanical issues. Yeah, earliest they can get me out is tomorrow… I mean, I could go sightseeing, I guess… okay. Thanks, Danny. And sorry again.
Wilds taps a button on his phone, sliding it into his pocket. He looks at the ticket in his hand, pondering as he walks off…
—---------------
Now
Wilds paces as the camera follows him through downtown Chicago. He looks around, an air of contentment.
It's been too long since I was able to lace up. Too long since I've had a company that paid me to do what I'm good at rather than sit at home. I finally feel alive again.
This week, at New Ground, the Inevitable one returns to in-ring action. The Innovator of Aerial Xtremeism returns to dominate the ring, to draw blood and to earn the respect of the fans of this great sport.
TJ Alexander. My hat to you, sir; it's not a great many people who make it into thus business. Fewer still manage to break out successfully, and here you stand at the precipice of any professional wrestlers career- taking on a living legend in the business. I know; you look at me and see some thirty-something who does flippy shit and already had his best times behind him. But take a moment, my friend. Take in the years that I've thrived in this business, the opponents I've faced, the experience I've accrued. And ask yourself what it is you can take home, win or lose. What can you take away from this match and apply to your career going forward?
This is not an opportunity for me to log yet another notch in my win column, JT. This is a moment for me to pass my knowledge on to the next generation and mold the future of this business. And I'm not concerned with whether or not I win; what I am concerned with, Mr Alexander, is bringing out the absolute best in you.
Wilds stops in front of a WV promotional sign, a grin crossing his face.
Don't disappoint.