A Pretender, An Interim, An Upstart... and the Inevitable
Sept 21, 2022 13:16:56 GMT
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Post by jaicewilds on Sept 21, 2022 13:16:56 GMT
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Wilds shakes his head, pacing in the main hall. He looks at the image of his friend, which is projected against the wall.
But why, Craig? Why do I even care? They sure as hell don't!
The Lightning looks back at his former partner and rival. He reaches for something off-screen, pulling in a glass up to his lips and taking a sip. He raises a brow.
Because it's not your job to give a fuck. It's your job to make THEM give a fuck. And if they refuse, it's your job to smack enough sense into them to change their minds.
Wilds scoffs, turning away from the image of his Faction cohort.
Should have called Aaron…
Who, if everything I've heard of him suggests, would be telling you exactly the same thing.
Jaice turns back, a slight grin.
Yeah, but he's SUPPOSED to be an insufferable ass. You're supposed to be the one who tells me you worked your ass off, and eventually you just figured it out.
The Lightning smiles back, shrugging. He takes a breath, seemingly holding back a chuckle.
True, I suppose. But I left the business a long time ago, and I'm not going to mince words with someone who has gone to lengths I've never considered crossing. Look; this guy wants to attack you from behind, play mind games, make a statement at your expense? Do what you do best. Raise fucking hell. And don't stop until somebody is on life support. Preferably the other guy.
Wilds nods, inhaling deeply. He turns to a poster on another wall: Evolution 2. He looks back at the image of his friend, solemn.
I'll figure it out. I gotta hit the weights, though. Talk to you soon.
The two exchange farewells, the call ending. Wilds exits the main hall of the OOC Compound, heading for the training area to prepare for the upcoming war…
—---------------
Now
The scene fades in on Jaice Wilds, standing in an open field. He seems solemn, breathing in the open air as he contemplates his next words. A moment passes, he looks skyward.
I used to believe that my destiny would be based off the work I put in. The loyalty I showed to a particular place, the performance I put on. The money I made for my employers. But the truth is, the only time I really started getting anywhere is when I stopped seeing my opposition as competition… and started seeing them as predators standing in my way.
Wilds takes a breath. He lowers his gaze to meet the eyeline of the camera before him, a knowing grin forming on his face.
At the last Eternal, I unleashed chaos onto a ready and willing Kylie Sinclair. And she fought back bravely; but as predicted, she hasn't quite realized her potential. At the next, I team up with an old co-worker to face the Wrestleverse Champion and an upstart newcomer. Odd turn of events, to be sure, but nothing I haven't had practice in facing over my tenure in the business.
Wilds takes a few steps towards the camera, pushing a small cluster of hairs from his face. He breathes deep, continuing.
Addy A. The woman come from afar to make a splash in the newest pool. Probably thinking that because she's made her name elsewhere, it has weight enough to earn her a spot in the main event… Addy, let me make something crystal clear. You are in the main event because the boss knows I'm a team player. Because he knows that I will put on a spectacle like nobody else can, and anyone in the squared circle will look great by association. I am humble enough to take you on as a partner, Adelaide; but don't think for a moment that this spotlight has anything to do with you. At the end of the night, this is about me, Aiden, and the Wrestleverse Championship.
A brief pause, Jaice's hand raises to his face. His index finger strokes his bottom lip once, twice… a deep breath, and Wilds looks tentatively back at the camera.
Speaking of which. Hello, Mr Reynolds. I don't believe we've been formally introduced. My name is Jaice Wilds. I am the Xtreme Aerialist, the Innovator of Insanity and the God of Horrorkore. The man who is going to take you and your begrudging sidekick to your limits at Eternal 4 and give you the smallest taste of what is to come for you.
The sick grin upon Wilds' face is enough to make some queasy. He breathes deeply through his nose, a dark chuckle. He turns away, looking skyward.
Oh, I have not forgotten you, KERBEROS. No, boy; just the opposite. You are the wild card in all this. You have the means to make or break your own career. You can get yourself some time in the ring against the most dangerous professional wrestler to ever grace the squared circle, test yourself against the absolute top tier athlete the business as a whole has to offer. Prove yourself to whomever you need to and maybe earn some respect. If you're lucky… you might even walk out of your own volition.
Wilds spins back around, stalking up to the camera. He grabs it by either side, pulling it in close as a glimmer shoots through his eyes.
Whatever the case may be, you'll all come to find out that I am not your friend, and I am not your stepping stone… I am Jaice fucking Wilds, and I am inevitable.
Wilds all but throws the camera to the ground, laughing as he walks over it. He gleefully strides away, heading for a nearby parking lot as we fade… to… static…
Wilds shakes his head, pacing in the main hall. He looks at the image of his friend, which is projected against the wall.
But why, Craig? Why do I even care? They sure as hell don't!
The Lightning looks back at his former partner and rival. He reaches for something off-screen, pulling in a glass up to his lips and taking a sip. He raises a brow.
Because it's not your job to give a fuck. It's your job to make THEM give a fuck. And if they refuse, it's your job to smack enough sense into them to change their minds.
Wilds scoffs, turning away from the image of his Faction cohort.
Should have called Aaron…
Who, if everything I've heard of him suggests, would be telling you exactly the same thing.
Jaice turns back, a slight grin.
Yeah, but he's SUPPOSED to be an insufferable ass. You're supposed to be the one who tells me you worked your ass off, and eventually you just figured it out.
The Lightning smiles back, shrugging. He takes a breath, seemingly holding back a chuckle.
True, I suppose. But I left the business a long time ago, and I'm not going to mince words with someone who has gone to lengths I've never considered crossing. Look; this guy wants to attack you from behind, play mind games, make a statement at your expense? Do what you do best. Raise fucking hell. And don't stop until somebody is on life support. Preferably the other guy.
Wilds nods, inhaling deeply. He turns to a poster on another wall: Evolution 2. He looks back at the image of his friend, solemn.
I'll figure it out. I gotta hit the weights, though. Talk to you soon.
The two exchange farewells, the call ending. Wilds exits the main hall of the OOC Compound, heading for the training area to prepare for the upcoming war…
—---------------
Now
The scene fades in on Jaice Wilds, standing in an open field. He seems solemn, breathing in the open air as he contemplates his next words. A moment passes, he looks skyward.
I used to believe that my destiny would be based off the work I put in. The loyalty I showed to a particular place, the performance I put on. The money I made for my employers. But the truth is, the only time I really started getting anywhere is when I stopped seeing my opposition as competition… and started seeing them as predators standing in my way.
Wilds takes a breath. He lowers his gaze to meet the eyeline of the camera before him, a knowing grin forming on his face.
At the last Eternal, I unleashed chaos onto a ready and willing Kylie Sinclair. And she fought back bravely; but as predicted, she hasn't quite realized her potential. At the next, I team up with an old co-worker to face the Wrestleverse Champion and an upstart newcomer. Odd turn of events, to be sure, but nothing I haven't had practice in facing over my tenure in the business.
Wilds takes a few steps towards the camera, pushing a small cluster of hairs from his face. He breathes deep, continuing.
Addy A. The woman come from afar to make a splash in the newest pool. Probably thinking that because she's made her name elsewhere, it has weight enough to earn her a spot in the main event… Addy, let me make something crystal clear. You are in the main event because the boss knows I'm a team player. Because he knows that I will put on a spectacle like nobody else can, and anyone in the squared circle will look great by association. I am humble enough to take you on as a partner, Adelaide; but don't think for a moment that this spotlight has anything to do with you. At the end of the night, this is about me, Aiden, and the Wrestleverse Championship.
A brief pause, Jaice's hand raises to his face. His index finger strokes his bottom lip once, twice… a deep breath, and Wilds looks tentatively back at the camera.
Speaking of which. Hello, Mr Reynolds. I don't believe we've been formally introduced. My name is Jaice Wilds. I am the Xtreme Aerialist, the Innovator of Insanity and the God of Horrorkore. The man who is going to take you and your begrudging sidekick to your limits at Eternal 4 and give you the smallest taste of what is to come for you.
The sick grin upon Wilds' face is enough to make some queasy. He breathes deeply through his nose, a dark chuckle. He turns away, looking skyward.
Oh, I have not forgotten you, KERBEROS. No, boy; just the opposite. You are the wild card in all this. You have the means to make or break your own career. You can get yourself some time in the ring against the most dangerous professional wrestler to ever grace the squared circle, test yourself against the absolute top tier athlete the business as a whole has to offer. Prove yourself to whomever you need to and maybe earn some respect. If you're lucky… you might even walk out of your own volition.
Wilds spins back around, stalking up to the camera. He grabs it by either side, pulling it in close as a glimmer shoots through his eyes.
Whatever the case may be, you'll all come to find out that I am not your friend, and I am not your stepping stone… I am Jaice fucking Wilds, and I am inevitable.
Wilds all but throws the camera to the ground, laughing as he walks over it. He gleefully strides away, heading for a nearby parking lot as we fade… to… static…