Post by xtremedream on Sept 26, 2019 19:06:57 GMT -6
The scene opens on a darkened room, lit by a single candle. One can make out the silhouettes of an end table, a glass, and some sort of lounge seat. The sound of a door closing is heard off-screen, a figure making it's way into view. As the figure is seated, he raises his head to reveal his face. A grin.
Jaice Wilds:
The hallowed halls of UCI have been reopened for a one night only show. And what a beautiful night indeed for Spencer Adams and crew to come back into the spotlight. Professional wrestling has reached a pinnacle in sports prominence, and it is largely in part to the efforts of Spencer, the UCI faithful, so on and so forth. The night Mr Adams has put together is no slouch, either.
Just look at the names on this thing, would you? ZMac and Alex Richards, Andre Holmes, Teo del Sol, The Guardians... names that have built this business into what it truly is- the epicenter of sports entertainment. No single federation in existence today can pull this kind of name power out of the blue, and it is owed all to Spencer, Jayson Price and the other lead players who made UCI not only possible, but as forwardly prominent. Regardless of my place on this card, it is an honor to simply be amongst the legends, movers and shakers that will be on hand thus night.
Wilds nods in reverence, licking his bottom lip. He takes a moment, lifting the glass and taking a swig of what appears to be some type of dark liquor. He places the glass back on the end table, reaching off-screen for something as he focuses back to the matter at hand.
Jaice Wilds:
Let us talk about my position on the card, though; shall we? It's been a long time since UCI closed it's doors, and I was wearing this when it did.
Wilds holds up the mask from his time as El Payaso Loco, a mild sigh.
Jaice Wilds:
It was a symbol of my nature to work for everything I was to accomplish. A masquerade to keep my identity under wraps so as to avoid nepotism over my years of legendary status. I went to war with the likes of ZMac and the Mustache Family over the issues of respect and earned glory. There were multiple times when I placed my heart on the line against the best this company had to offer. And even after all was said and done, El Payaso Loco was a figure whose name was on the tongues of everyone in this business.
So it didn't come as a shock when a member of #PowerWordKill put two and two together and exposed me for who I truly was. In fact, the burden of keeping my identity a secret being lifted allowed me to soar like I had never done before. I became a Cruiserweight Champion; I took on a World Champion on three separate occasions. I faced off against a fellow Hardcore Legend… well, I wasn't there. I accepted the loss as a means to taunt Corey into a rematch worthy of our legends, but that never came to pass.
In any case.
We find ourselves back in the only place to truly rival WCF in its heyday; if only because we were the sole entity bold enough to push friendly competition with them. And I find myself in a very precarious spot, as I face one of the most emotionally difficult circumstances in my career.
Jaice claps, bringing up the lights. A large poster is seen behind him; an old Guardians mural. One can make out the images of Bonnie Blue, L Verez and Zima'Ion, Alex Richards, Kaine and Payaso. A sigh from the Xtremeist, he continues.
Jaice Wilds:
Damian Kaine has become so much more than a respected competitor to me. Over the years, he has become my ally, my partner, my best friend…
My brother.
And at Reunion, I must look across the squared circle at a man who has had my back on so many an occasion. I have to put my emotions on the back burner if I have a chance to defeat a man I call family. Which is something I'm slowly having to adapt to, as recent events with Kennedy Matthews have taught me that emotions are just as much a tool for one person as they are a driving force for another.
Another clap, we are left with but the single candle's illumination of the immediate scene. Wilds takes a moment to gather his thoughts, leaning in a bit.
Jaice Wilds:
The thing is, Damian, you and I have been family for a bit longer than Kennedy and I have been lovers. And while you have questioned some of my decisions in recent months, you have always backed my play. Which begs the argument that, regardless of what happens at UCI: Reunion, we will still be brothers when the dust settles.
So let me start off by being very fair about what is to come. In recent months, you've been in a management role and then off shooting a series in Canada. And while I have no doubt you've been keeping in decent shape for this night, I also know that time away from the ring in any capacity eventually builds ring rust.
And while you've been endeavoring in the film industry, I've been making waves. Another champion felled at my hand, another contender bends the knee in my presence. I have been kicking ass and taking names, all in my mission to retain my place in the Main Event spotlight. And my arsenal becomes ever more dangerous as time goes on.
Wilds takes a moment, grabbing a sip from the glass. He swishes it around for a second before swallowing, looking back to the camera.
Jaice Wilds:
Let's be fair, brother. Under the Payaso mask, I managed victories over our Guardian sisters L Verez and Bonnie Blue on separate occasions. And when it comes right down to it, you've always been something of a follower. I give you credit for your singles title victories; but your minor collection of accolades pales incredulously in respect to mine. And with Masuda Jubei gone from this world- may he rest in peace- there is nothing to keep me from finally achieving my first World Championship.
So on this night, the UCI Reunion show, my road to the mountain top goes through my closest friend. And as difficult as it will be for me to look into the eyes of my brother and put him down for a pinfall victory, it is merely the inevitable come to pass. The one-night return of UCI, the one-off reunion of the Guardians, the exclusive clash of the Order of Chaos.
Wilds raises his glass to the camera, a grin.
Jaice Wilds:
Let's tear the roof off, my friend. I'll see you soon.
Wilds swigs the remainder of the glass' contents. A grin and a nod, he licks his fingers and puts out the candle; leaving the view black as night before the feed cuts to static…