Fatal Flawed Four (A Jaice Wilds RP)
Oct 19, 2022 23:57:45 GMT
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Post by jaicewilds on Oct 19, 2022 23:57:45 GMT
Eternal 5
Post-Show
All five members of the Fatal Cage Match are going insane on each other. Max launches himself at Aiden, tackling him to the ground. KPN and Addy trade rights and lefts, shuffling back and forth around the ring. Wilds comes in, hitting a body splash onto Max and rolling off. Powers calls for security, and a dozen or so guards rush the ring. They break up the fight between Addy and Kenzie, and start pulling Wilds off Max. Aiden starts to his feet, but is quickly met by a security guard who sandwiches Reynolds between himself and the nearest rope. Max looks across the ring, locking eyes with Addy… and teleports across the ring to lay in with a series of rights. Aiden breaks free, charging over towards Max and Addy… but is stopped with a big kick from Wilds! Wilds goes to lay in on Reynolds, but is pulled off by Kenzie as she pulls Wilds into a rear naked choke hold. Powers screams for more backup, and seemingly half the locker room empties into the ring. Obscenities are thrown by all five as they're pulled apart, damn near a dozen people per wrestler keeping them apart. CruZe and Axis whisper into Max's ear; Max nods and teleports out of the area as the rest of XBI leave the ringside area. Addy is next to leave, assuring her keepers that she is calm as she rolls out of the ring and starts up the ramp. Kenzie follows soon after, leaving Reynolds and Wilds in the ring. Reynolds flips Wilds the bird, Jaice glares back. Wilds throws up his arms, exiting the ring and heading into the slowly dissipating crowd. Reynolds grins, taking some metaphorical pride in being the last man standing in the ring.
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Now
Why?
That's the question people have been asking since Eternal.
Static clears out to show Jaice Wilds sitting at a desk, presumably at his home. He sits back, pondering his interactions over the week.
Why?
Why did I wait til the last possible second to sign the contract, only to immediately walk away?
Why didn't I stop to take stock of my opposition?
Why did I plan on just walking away from all of them before the fight broke out?
Wilds shakes his head, grabbing a glass off the desk. He takes a swig, placing the glass back down. He focuses back on the camera, composed.
It's simple, really. Most of these idiots are beneath me.
That isn't my ego talking. It's not even the fact that I have more years in the business than all of these clowns combined. It's simply the people involved in this match; none of them are up to my level.
Look at the cage opposite mine. Addy A and KPN. I know both of those ladies have had some decent level of success outside of Wrestleverse, and I won't take that away from them. But what have they really done HERE? Addy and Kenzie show up and leverage their status elsewhere to get handed a title opportunity. Seriously, how desperate does one have to be to levy their history to skip the line? I have a laundry list of accomplishments and more time in the business than most people will ever have, but I am constantly on the warpath to prove my worth. And sure, maybe that takes a little more time to cement myself in that top position, but it also makes my claim to the top spot all the more valid.
Based on Kenzie's one match- which she lost- and Addy's one win- which I played a part in- neither one of these two has proven that they even deserve this opportunity. And frankly, regardless of who I pin to go on, I really don't see a challenge in round two.
Wilds shrugs, reaching up to scratch his left temple. He picks up his glass, taking another drink and placing it back on the desk. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, focusing back on the camera.
But first, I deal with the new Champ and the former Champ. I'll start with the latter.
Aiden. Buddy. Man, I give you props for chasing the Wrestleverse Championship the way you did at Eternal 1. You overcame fourteen other people to become the top dog in the company. Props to you for that, Reynolds; you really showed the world that you can go the distance when you put your heart and soul into it.
But throwing fourteen people over a rope is a little easier than getting a pinfall or submission, isn't it? Sure, sure; you managed to topple Amber Lee on your first title defense… but then you got smacked around like a disobedient child in the 80s by CruZe. And then, you lost your most prized possession to Max Hop… is it still Moonstone, or is it Hopper again because he cashed it in? Eh, whatever… point is, you were a great face for the company over… what, two, maybe three weeks?... before the pressure got to you.
It just goes to show that some people are made to be Champions, while others are better suited for the chase. You threw some people over a rope and managed to put yourself on top. Great! Really great. But you couldn't understand what it means to be champion. The target that gets painted on your back the moment you throw that 10 pound strap over your shoulder. The way friends quickly turn into adversaries and every corner hides another potential challenger. You dropped your guard, Aiden. You let yourself fall prey to another trap that was there in plain sight. It doesn't make you any less of a person, Mr Reynolds, but it shows that you weren't ready for the responsibility that comes with being the top guy in the business. I look forward to facing you again, because you're certainly a talented individual. But if I'm going to be honest… I'm more worried about the disrespect you put on the title than about what you'll actually achieve come Fatal.
Wilds sits back, running his right hand through his hair. He puts his feet up on his desk, a slight chuckle escapes him. He shakes his head, turning back to the camera.
My apologies; I was just thinking about Max and how I've seen his shtick before. See, back when I was in REBEL Pro wrestling, I had a stablemate who was aiming for a World Title in Pioneer Wrestling- different room, same house type of deal. Anyhow, so the defending World Champ was this chick with other-wordly powers, including teleportation. My buddy managed to get some of her blood and managed to even the playing field, "fighting fire with fire", as it were. Thing is, I respect my friend and understand why he did what he felt he needed to do.
But I don't have to even the playing field. Y'see, Max, being who I am is advantage enough to even out whatever is thrown at me. For almost 20 years, I've been redefining aerial combat. For almost two decades, I've been shattering the glass roofs placed above me. In the amount of time it took the four of you to reach this point in your careers, I have made myself a household name and the word on the tongues of men who haven't crossed my path in years.
I know Danny went and banned you from doing any of your crazy stunts in the cage. Which really sucks, seeing as I would absolutely love the chance to show the world how one overcomes someone like you with nothing but wit and skill. But perhaps, when I win this whole thing and you invoke some contractual rematch, I'll get the chance to show the world how ridiculous you really are. How, with all the potential and determination you possess, you still somehow manage to rely fully on cheap tricks to mask your insecurities. Oh, I watched your Moonstone match, and subsequent bouts you've had. And I'm impressed, truly. But at the end of the day, just when it seems you're ready to burst through your comfort bubble and show the world something new… you fall back on something akin to cheating to get the final win. And that's sad, Max. It's sad as hell knowing that you are squandering what can only be described as a generational talent simply because you refuse to believe in your own abilities.
At Fatal, Maxie, you don't have that luxury. At Fatal, you are going to have to make a decision. Either you're going to step the fuck up and be the man I think you can be, prove to the world that you are worthy of the title that hangs about your waist… or you continue to doubt yourself, deny yourself the chance to win at all costs and show the world that you just aren't meant to be the face of the industry.
Wilds grabs his glass, taking another drink. He finishes the glass, reaching under the desk to pull out a bottle of Jones Cream Soda (not sponsored) and fill his glass. He places the bottle back under the desk and the glass atop, looking back to the camera.
Ladies and gentlemen, Fatal comes down to one word: perseverance. The question isn't which of us is the strongest, or the fastest, or the most cunning. It's not about who's going to be lucky enough to score that decisive pinfall or submission in the closing seconds. The winner of this dual cage match is going to be the one who pushes themselves to keep going when they've pulled all the stops and nothing works. The one who has taken an absolute beating, yet refuses to give in. The one who is going to break the ceiling, break through their own insecurities and push themselves beyond what they believed they were capable of.
And honestly?
I don't know that any of you are ready for that.
Aiden has shown he's ready for the chase, but he isn't ready for the responsibility of champion.
Max has shown he has skills, but needs a cheap tactic to get that decisive win.
Addy has shown that she needs help to gain a victory, yet has an ego too great to admit her helplessness.
And Kenzie has shown that she just might not have what it takes to make it in this business.
Shrug. Jaice removes his feet from his desk, leaning forward.
I'll shed blood, sweat and tears- again- for this. I'll break my own body for this. I'll allow myself to fall within an inch of my goddamn life for this match, this title, this business. The names all change, the colors vary, but
JAICE.
FUCKING.
WILDS.
IS.
INEVITABLE.
Wilds breathes hard as he stares bullets into the camera. The desk almost seems to shake as Wilds slowly backs up, standing. He walks out of view as the scene fades… to… static…
Post-Show
All five members of the Fatal Cage Match are going insane on each other. Max launches himself at Aiden, tackling him to the ground. KPN and Addy trade rights and lefts, shuffling back and forth around the ring. Wilds comes in, hitting a body splash onto Max and rolling off. Powers calls for security, and a dozen or so guards rush the ring. They break up the fight between Addy and Kenzie, and start pulling Wilds off Max. Aiden starts to his feet, but is quickly met by a security guard who sandwiches Reynolds between himself and the nearest rope. Max looks across the ring, locking eyes with Addy… and teleports across the ring to lay in with a series of rights. Aiden breaks free, charging over towards Max and Addy… but is stopped with a big kick from Wilds! Wilds goes to lay in on Reynolds, but is pulled off by Kenzie as she pulls Wilds into a rear naked choke hold. Powers screams for more backup, and seemingly half the locker room empties into the ring. Obscenities are thrown by all five as they're pulled apart, damn near a dozen people per wrestler keeping them apart. CruZe and Axis whisper into Max's ear; Max nods and teleports out of the area as the rest of XBI leave the ringside area. Addy is next to leave, assuring her keepers that she is calm as she rolls out of the ring and starts up the ramp. Kenzie follows soon after, leaving Reynolds and Wilds in the ring. Reynolds flips Wilds the bird, Jaice glares back. Wilds throws up his arms, exiting the ring and heading into the slowly dissipating crowd. Reynolds grins, taking some metaphorical pride in being the last man standing in the ring.
—---------------
Now
Why?
That's the question people have been asking since Eternal.
Static clears out to show Jaice Wilds sitting at a desk, presumably at his home. He sits back, pondering his interactions over the week.
Why?
Why did I wait til the last possible second to sign the contract, only to immediately walk away?
Why didn't I stop to take stock of my opposition?
Why did I plan on just walking away from all of them before the fight broke out?
Wilds shakes his head, grabbing a glass off the desk. He takes a swig, placing the glass back down. He focuses back on the camera, composed.
It's simple, really. Most of these idiots are beneath me.
That isn't my ego talking. It's not even the fact that I have more years in the business than all of these clowns combined. It's simply the people involved in this match; none of them are up to my level.
Look at the cage opposite mine. Addy A and KPN. I know both of those ladies have had some decent level of success outside of Wrestleverse, and I won't take that away from them. But what have they really done HERE? Addy and Kenzie show up and leverage their status elsewhere to get handed a title opportunity. Seriously, how desperate does one have to be to levy their history to skip the line? I have a laundry list of accomplishments and more time in the business than most people will ever have, but I am constantly on the warpath to prove my worth. And sure, maybe that takes a little more time to cement myself in that top position, but it also makes my claim to the top spot all the more valid.
Based on Kenzie's one match- which she lost- and Addy's one win- which I played a part in- neither one of these two has proven that they even deserve this opportunity. And frankly, regardless of who I pin to go on, I really don't see a challenge in round two.
Wilds shrugs, reaching up to scratch his left temple. He picks up his glass, taking another drink and placing it back on the desk. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, focusing back on the camera.
But first, I deal with the new Champ and the former Champ. I'll start with the latter.
Aiden. Buddy. Man, I give you props for chasing the Wrestleverse Championship the way you did at Eternal 1. You overcame fourteen other people to become the top dog in the company. Props to you for that, Reynolds; you really showed the world that you can go the distance when you put your heart and soul into it.
But throwing fourteen people over a rope is a little easier than getting a pinfall or submission, isn't it? Sure, sure; you managed to topple Amber Lee on your first title defense… but then you got smacked around like a disobedient child in the 80s by CruZe. And then, you lost your most prized possession to Max Hop… is it still Moonstone, or is it Hopper again because he cashed it in? Eh, whatever… point is, you were a great face for the company over… what, two, maybe three weeks?... before the pressure got to you.
It just goes to show that some people are made to be Champions, while others are better suited for the chase. You threw some people over a rope and managed to put yourself on top. Great! Really great. But you couldn't understand what it means to be champion. The target that gets painted on your back the moment you throw that 10 pound strap over your shoulder. The way friends quickly turn into adversaries and every corner hides another potential challenger. You dropped your guard, Aiden. You let yourself fall prey to another trap that was there in plain sight. It doesn't make you any less of a person, Mr Reynolds, but it shows that you weren't ready for the responsibility that comes with being the top guy in the business. I look forward to facing you again, because you're certainly a talented individual. But if I'm going to be honest… I'm more worried about the disrespect you put on the title than about what you'll actually achieve come Fatal.
Wilds sits back, running his right hand through his hair. He puts his feet up on his desk, a slight chuckle escapes him. He shakes his head, turning back to the camera.
My apologies; I was just thinking about Max and how I've seen his shtick before. See, back when I was in REBEL Pro wrestling, I had a stablemate who was aiming for a World Title in Pioneer Wrestling- different room, same house type of deal. Anyhow, so the defending World Champ was this chick with other-wordly powers, including teleportation. My buddy managed to get some of her blood and managed to even the playing field, "fighting fire with fire", as it were. Thing is, I respect my friend and understand why he did what he felt he needed to do.
But I don't have to even the playing field. Y'see, Max, being who I am is advantage enough to even out whatever is thrown at me. For almost 20 years, I've been redefining aerial combat. For almost two decades, I've been shattering the glass roofs placed above me. In the amount of time it took the four of you to reach this point in your careers, I have made myself a household name and the word on the tongues of men who haven't crossed my path in years.
I know Danny went and banned you from doing any of your crazy stunts in the cage. Which really sucks, seeing as I would absolutely love the chance to show the world how one overcomes someone like you with nothing but wit and skill. But perhaps, when I win this whole thing and you invoke some contractual rematch, I'll get the chance to show the world how ridiculous you really are. How, with all the potential and determination you possess, you still somehow manage to rely fully on cheap tricks to mask your insecurities. Oh, I watched your Moonstone match, and subsequent bouts you've had. And I'm impressed, truly. But at the end of the day, just when it seems you're ready to burst through your comfort bubble and show the world something new… you fall back on something akin to cheating to get the final win. And that's sad, Max. It's sad as hell knowing that you are squandering what can only be described as a generational talent simply because you refuse to believe in your own abilities.
At Fatal, Maxie, you don't have that luxury. At Fatal, you are going to have to make a decision. Either you're going to step the fuck up and be the man I think you can be, prove to the world that you are worthy of the title that hangs about your waist… or you continue to doubt yourself, deny yourself the chance to win at all costs and show the world that you just aren't meant to be the face of the industry.
Wilds grabs his glass, taking another drink. He finishes the glass, reaching under the desk to pull out a bottle of Jones Cream Soda (not sponsored) and fill his glass. He places the bottle back under the desk and the glass atop, looking back to the camera.
Ladies and gentlemen, Fatal comes down to one word: perseverance. The question isn't which of us is the strongest, or the fastest, or the most cunning. It's not about who's going to be lucky enough to score that decisive pinfall or submission in the closing seconds. The winner of this dual cage match is going to be the one who pushes themselves to keep going when they've pulled all the stops and nothing works. The one who has taken an absolute beating, yet refuses to give in. The one who is going to break the ceiling, break through their own insecurities and push themselves beyond what they believed they were capable of.
And honestly?
I don't know that any of you are ready for that.
Aiden has shown he's ready for the chase, but he isn't ready for the responsibility of champion.
Max has shown he has skills, but needs a cheap tactic to get that decisive win.
Addy has shown that she needs help to gain a victory, yet has an ego too great to admit her helplessness.
And Kenzie has shown that she just might not have what it takes to make it in this business.
Shrug. Jaice removes his feet from his desk, leaning forward.
I'll shed blood, sweat and tears- again- for this. I'll break my own body for this. I'll allow myself to fall within an inch of my goddamn life for this match, this title, this business. The names all change, the colors vary, but
JAICE.
FUCKING.
WILDS.
IS.
INEVITABLE.
Wilds breathes hard as he stares bullets into the camera. The desk almost seems to shake as Wilds slowly backs up, standing. He walks out of view as the scene fades… to… static…