Post by jaicewilds on Sept 7, 2022 20:27:09 GMT
Then
Wilds stares bullets at Lockhart, screaming as the ref continues to check on Ryan.
TAP, YOU ARROGANT SONUVA BITCH!! TAP OUT!!
Jaice pulls harder on the calf crusher, watching as Lockhart slaps a fist against the mat. "Doesn't fucking count, asshole!" Jaice thinks to himself, when suddenly the crowd erupts. Jaice looks back, realizing one of #beachkrew has broken through the melee and is darting to the ring. Wilds realizes he has two choices: release Lockhart and deal with the intruder, or risk losing his one shot at the World Title. He grunts audibly in disgust, releasing the hold and turning around to meet Jared Holmes, Billy crying out in awe and shock.
JAICE WILDS JUST LAID OUT JARED HOLMES WITH THE SWEETEST SPANISH FLY IVE EVER SEEN!!!
Wilds turns back to Lockhart, understanding that he can't let the champ regain too much ground.
"Rat bastard thinks leaving the ring is going to save him…" crosses his mind, and Wilds almost instinctively charges across the ring…
WE GOT A FLYING JAICE WILDS!!
Jaice knows he has a small window. He has to take Lockhart down a notch while he has the chance. A fist to the temple, and Ryan needs a breather on the table. Jaice turns to the crowd for a charge, his eyes darting to the top rope. At this point, Wilds is running on adrenaline as he charges back into the ring…
MASSIVE FROG SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE!!
No time to think; his body reacts on primal rage. He picks up Lockhart, rolling him into the ring… massive Xtreme Dream! This could be it! Ryan stumbles back, rebounding from the turnbuckle… flatliner!!
A SUICIDE DIVE, A FROG SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE, THE CRECENT KICK AND THE IMPACT SLAM HE CALLS THE ORDO AB KAO AND LOCKHART STILL KICKED UP!!
Jaice has given everything. The crowd is firmly behind the underdog challenger, who has proven to be more than anyone ever gave him credit for… but somehow, the champ refuses to die. Wilds struggles to get in one last ditch effort to take the title home…
—---------------
Now
Wilds stares out to an empty arena. He breathes deeply, contemplating recent events. Continuing to stare at perceivably nothing, he speaks.
I've been in this business for just shy of two decades. I eat, sleep and breathe this business. I have faced everyone, learned to adapt to every style, conquered every challenge placed in front of me… except, perhaps, the greatest one.
Wilds reaches down from the stadium seat in which he is poised. He pulls something into view… a stack of titles. He runs his hands along the gold and leather, a smile as he reminisces.
I've won Tag Team Championships. Secondary and Tertiary Titles. I've survived matches that others wouldn't have dared face. I've climbed the mountains and placed the Banner of Xtreme in them, for the world to gaze upon in wonder and amazement. And yet… and yet, I'm not quite satisfied. Not quite satiated in my hunger for greatness. There's one more thing I need to accomplish before all is said and done… and I can earn the opportunity for one more shot this week.
Jaice puts the titles back down, standing. He starts towards the amphitheater floor, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. He reaches the bottom step, taking a deep breath before turning his head ere so slightly.
Kylie Sinclair. You and I have reached a plateau in Wrestleverse's short time. A peak looms before us that only one of us can climb. But to do so, one of us must pull out everything within themselves to keep the other from making this trek. One of us must reach deep within ourselves not to win a match, dear Kylie… but to survive what is no doubt going to be a war.
Now, I make no qualms about your ability. I am to understand that this company is your first honest step into the business. And for you to be across the ring from me, in a match of this magnitude, says something about the natural ability you possess and the seriousness you have about your training. I'm no fool, Kylie: I've seen plenty of people in your position do amazing things in their careers. To underestimate you just because of your lack of experience would be idiotic at best and pathetic at worst.
Wilds gazes into the amphitheater stage, clips from New Ground suddenly playing against the backdrop. Jaice turns, a slight grin.
I paid attention during your match at New Ground. I have to say, I was rather impressed; it took me a few years to truly reach my darkest levels of hardcore prowess. For you to have unleashed that level of hell fresh out the gate… absolutely incredible. I have the greatest hopes for our match, knowing that you've got a killer instinct and are willing to push your limits for a victory. It's almost upsetting that I have to deny you your first World Title contendership… but I have a destiny to achieve, and I'm positive this won't be your last opportunity.
Wilds takes a seat, watching some of the clips. He nods approvingly, taking a moment to enjoy before turning back to the camera.
I want to say that I respect you. Truly; for all the research I've done this week, I realize you've made a series of terrible life circumstances into a life to be proud of. The fact that you've made it here, I think, would have made your parents proud. And I want to offer you the chance- win or lose- to train with me. I believe that you deserve the opportunity to hone your craft and make your name one that will be spoken for generations to come.
You don't have to answer me immediately. After the match, take some time. Look back at the footage. Consider the pains we'll put ourselves and each other through. And consider the resiliency that it took for either of us to survive. Then let me know what you think. In any case, I look forward to the match of a lifetime this week, and I truly wish you the best.
Jaice stands, heading back to his original seat. He picks up his titles, slinging them over his shoulder and heading to an exit door. The camera turns back to the amphitheater backdrop, watching Wilds' hand raised as we fade… to… static…
Wilds stares bullets at Lockhart, screaming as the ref continues to check on Ryan.
TAP, YOU ARROGANT SONUVA BITCH!! TAP OUT!!
Jaice pulls harder on the calf crusher, watching as Lockhart slaps a fist against the mat. "Doesn't fucking count, asshole!" Jaice thinks to himself, when suddenly the crowd erupts. Jaice looks back, realizing one of #beachkrew has broken through the melee and is darting to the ring. Wilds realizes he has two choices: release Lockhart and deal with the intruder, or risk losing his one shot at the World Title. He grunts audibly in disgust, releasing the hold and turning around to meet Jared Holmes, Billy crying out in awe and shock.
JAICE WILDS JUST LAID OUT JARED HOLMES WITH THE SWEETEST SPANISH FLY IVE EVER SEEN!!!
Wilds turns back to Lockhart, understanding that he can't let the champ regain too much ground.
"Rat bastard thinks leaving the ring is going to save him…" crosses his mind, and Wilds almost instinctively charges across the ring…
WE GOT A FLYING JAICE WILDS!!
Jaice knows he has a small window. He has to take Lockhart down a notch while he has the chance. A fist to the temple, and Ryan needs a breather on the table. Jaice turns to the crowd for a charge, his eyes darting to the top rope. At this point, Wilds is running on adrenaline as he charges back into the ring…
MASSIVE FROG SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE!!
No time to think; his body reacts on primal rage. He picks up Lockhart, rolling him into the ring… massive Xtreme Dream! This could be it! Ryan stumbles back, rebounding from the turnbuckle… flatliner!!
A SUICIDE DIVE, A FROG SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE, THE CRECENT KICK AND THE IMPACT SLAM HE CALLS THE ORDO AB KAO AND LOCKHART STILL KICKED UP!!
Jaice has given everything. The crowd is firmly behind the underdog challenger, who has proven to be more than anyone ever gave him credit for… but somehow, the champ refuses to die. Wilds struggles to get in one last ditch effort to take the title home…
—---------------
Now
Wilds stares out to an empty arena. He breathes deeply, contemplating recent events. Continuing to stare at perceivably nothing, he speaks.
I've been in this business for just shy of two decades. I eat, sleep and breathe this business. I have faced everyone, learned to adapt to every style, conquered every challenge placed in front of me… except, perhaps, the greatest one.
Wilds reaches down from the stadium seat in which he is poised. He pulls something into view… a stack of titles. He runs his hands along the gold and leather, a smile as he reminisces.
I've won Tag Team Championships. Secondary and Tertiary Titles. I've survived matches that others wouldn't have dared face. I've climbed the mountains and placed the Banner of Xtreme in them, for the world to gaze upon in wonder and amazement. And yet… and yet, I'm not quite satisfied. Not quite satiated in my hunger for greatness. There's one more thing I need to accomplish before all is said and done… and I can earn the opportunity for one more shot this week.
Jaice puts the titles back down, standing. He starts towards the amphitheater floor, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. He reaches the bottom step, taking a deep breath before turning his head ere so slightly.
Kylie Sinclair. You and I have reached a plateau in Wrestleverse's short time. A peak looms before us that only one of us can climb. But to do so, one of us must pull out everything within themselves to keep the other from making this trek. One of us must reach deep within ourselves not to win a match, dear Kylie… but to survive what is no doubt going to be a war.
Now, I make no qualms about your ability. I am to understand that this company is your first honest step into the business. And for you to be across the ring from me, in a match of this magnitude, says something about the natural ability you possess and the seriousness you have about your training. I'm no fool, Kylie: I've seen plenty of people in your position do amazing things in their careers. To underestimate you just because of your lack of experience would be idiotic at best and pathetic at worst.
Wilds gazes into the amphitheater stage, clips from New Ground suddenly playing against the backdrop. Jaice turns, a slight grin.
I paid attention during your match at New Ground. I have to say, I was rather impressed; it took me a few years to truly reach my darkest levels of hardcore prowess. For you to have unleashed that level of hell fresh out the gate… absolutely incredible. I have the greatest hopes for our match, knowing that you've got a killer instinct and are willing to push your limits for a victory. It's almost upsetting that I have to deny you your first World Title contendership… but I have a destiny to achieve, and I'm positive this won't be your last opportunity.
Wilds takes a seat, watching some of the clips. He nods approvingly, taking a moment to enjoy before turning back to the camera.
I want to say that I respect you. Truly; for all the research I've done this week, I realize you've made a series of terrible life circumstances into a life to be proud of. The fact that you've made it here, I think, would have made your parents proud. And I want to offer you the chance- win or lose- to train with me. I believe that you deserve the opportunity to hone your craft and make your name one that will be spoken for generations to come.
You don't have to answer me immediately. After the match, take some time. Look back at the footage. Consider the pains we'll put ourselves and each other through. And consider the resiliency that it took for either of us to survive. Then let me know what you think. In any case, I look forward to the match of a lifetime this week, and I truly wish you the best.
Jaice stands, heading back to his original seat. He picks up his titles, slinging them over his shoulder and heading to an exit door. The camera turns back to the amphitheater backdrop, watching Wilds' hand raised as we fade… to… static…