Post by JaceParkerDavidson on Mar 16, 2023 1:51:21 GMT -5
It was a Friday afternoon in the UPRISING back offices at the Eldorado Casino and Brad Jackson was seen sitting behind the desk in his office. He held his phone up to his ear and seemed to be in a heated conversation with whoever was on the other end of the phone. Jax’s free hand slammed down onto his desk making the pen and paperwork spread across it scatter a bit. The heated discussion continued until there was a knock heard on the office door. Jax looked up and then moved the phone to his shoulder temporarily.
“Come in!” Jax barked in a frustrated tone.
He returned the phone back to his ear and continued the conversation. The door to the office slowly opened and UPRISING superstar Jace Parker Davidson staggered forward into the room. Jace catches and balances himself on the back of one of the chairs in front of Jax’s desk. Head of Security Devon Rivera walked into the office behind Davidson. He grabbed a hold of the UPRISING wrestler by the arm as Jax looked up at the two of them.
“I’ll have to call you back later.” Jax muttered before ending the call. He slowly placed the phone back into his pocket as he glared up at Davidson.
“Help! I need an adult!” Davidson shouted mockingly as Devon gripped his arm tighter and shook him a bit.
“Found him lingering around in the casino by the blackjack table.” Devon reported. “I figured this would be as good of a time if any for you to deal with him.”
“Why not? Day can’t get any shitter,” he groused, motioning towards the door with a shooing motion. “Leave him with me.”
Rivera nodded and slipped back out into the hall, closing the door behind himself. Jace brushed off his arm and adjusted his posture.
“Good thing you got rid of him when you did.” Jace spoke with an unearned sense of confidence. “Three more seconds and I would have totally beaten him within an inch of his life.”
“Cute, really.” The look on Jackson’s face made it clear that he wasn’t even close to being amused. “So, what’m I gonna do about you, hmm?”
Jace folded his arms over his chest and looked toward the ceiling feigning deep thought.
“You mean… more than you’ve done already?” He asked with a load of sarcasm. “However, are you sure I’m the guy you should be asking this question to here? I’m sure that Marisol will have quite the temper tantrum if she knew you were making decisions without her approval.”
He didn’t take the bait, his expression forming into that familiar scowl that Jace remembered so well from back in the day.
“Lola’s clearly gone missing… so your match is officially a handicap. Not that it really matters in the grand scheme. Hernandez seems bent on self-sabotage, so you’ll just be picking the bones of the scraps left over.” His gaze dropped to the papers on his desk, the true bone of contention there even before he spoke it aloud. “Who altered this contract – that’s what I wanna know. This shit about peddling STRONKUMMS wasn’t in here when I drew it up and had you sign.”
Jace pulled out one of the chairs in front of the desk and took a seat. He leaned back and propped his boots up onto the desk.
“Brad Jackson just did me a favor? Or is this another punishment? I can’t tell anymore. Either way, I fully expected this to be a handicap situation when you booked the ghost of Lola Dane as my partner. As far as the ‘talent’ you booked me against. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t fight each other before ever deciding to actually fight me.” Jace chuckled quietly to himself.
He laced his fingers together and placed them behind his head as he enjoyed the look of annoyance on Jax’s face.
“But yeah, I think you’re getting a little senile at your age. The whole STRONKUMMS thing was totally in the contract when I met you and signed my name on the dotted line. I think you might be working yourself a little too hard. Maybe it’s time for a vacation, ya know? I’m sure Marisol can take you overseas just like she did Ricky Rodriguez and give you that special Vilaro happy-ending treatment.” It was obvious that Jace was lying but he made no effort to hide the fact that he was.
The words drive that irritation one notch tighter; Jackson’s jaw was clenching, teeth grinding as he tried like hell to control his temper.
“Contrary to popular belief, getting my dick wet stopped being my main motivation years ago. Happily married… with kids Marisol’s age.” He shook his head, “listen, I’ve got no beef with you. Hell, you were one of the few I respected back in the day. But this undermining authority and needling Marisol’s gotta stop.”
“Needling Marisol?” Jace perked up a bit at the comment. “Just what is it about Marisol that makes you think the sun shines out of her ass? I thought we had an understanding. I came here to wrestle for UPRISING and even gave you a very good discount on my services because of our mutual history. The day I signed my contract I told you that you did this to your roster.”
Jace paused for a moment and pulled his boots off of the desk. He leaned forward to look directly at Jax with his one good eye.
“You wanted me here to wrestle and do the things that you know I can do. But now because I’m doing those things and Marisol happens to be a target there is a problem, why? Let’s cut the bullshit here. You know and I know along with everyone else out there knows that the moment you were able to book me on a card you used me as your own personal Janitorial service. From the ginger bitch that lost her mind to Justin York who disappeared out of thin air after I beat him. Now, you booked Lola who is pretty much already gone along with Crystal and Andrea who are low-tier UPRISING stars. I know the deal here, why are you acting like that’s not the case?”
The look on his face made it clear that Jace had struck a nerve.
“You want honesty? Fine. If I’d known where the fuck you were when we opened our doors in October of 2020, you’d have been a top draft pick then. This isn’t about your methods. I know EXACTLY what you bring to the table, having been across that ring from you a time or two. You feel like you’re being used, here? Is that what you’re saying?”
Jace rolls his eyes.
“I said I know what the deal is. I don’t mind being the guy that yeets the garbage out of the door. I’m pretty good at that kind of thing.” Jace moves his neck around a bit. “My issue is that now because the pretty girl with the bogus product decides to cry crocodile tears about that you suddenly act like what I was doing wasn’t the fucking plan from day one. I get that you can have your ‘favorites’ but if this is going to be one of those situations where you try and handcuff what I do out there against the competition then we’re going to have some real issues.”
“That’s not – fuck.” Jackson shook his head, “she puts asses in the seats. I’m sure you can understand that. Other than this whole neverending shit with the Holmes kid, she’s got the top views. Last thing I wanna do is rock that boat, shoot myself in the foot when I’ve already got a bunch of bullshit going on behind the scenes. Listen, I’m just asking you to play nice. Is that so bad?”
“Yes, yes, it fucking is.” Jace sees the look Jax gives him. He holds up his hands defensively. “Look, okay, I get it. You don’t want someone upsetting Princess Vilaro. I will TRY and be nice to her. For now… but let’s talk about something important. Like the fact that I’m not booked on the goddamn Equinox II card. You put me on the show before the trip to Japan like I’m some pre-show dipshit? I will show up for your little handicapped match but if… sorry, when I beat Caldwell then she loses her title match at Equinox II, correct?”
“That wasn’t part of the plan. I gave her that rematch because of that whole foot on the rope shit. She shows up against you, shows out? Then I’m not stripping her of shit.” He leaned forward, putting his elbows on the desk. “You lobbying for it? Is that what I’m hearing?”
“She lost to Mears, so, if she loses to me, what makes her worthy of a title match in Japan of all places?” He reaches up and rubs over his chin. “I’m not going to whine for title matches like the other petty bitches on the roster. However, I think that being that I am who I am. That means I am worthy of a featured match on Equinox II. Or have you already forgotten the impact and ratings I brought when I debuted at Frozen Fury?”
“Haven’t forgotten.” Jackson all but snapped the reply, “beat Hernandez and Caldwell, you’ll have something for Japan. Fuck this up, and you can stay home and watch on TV like the rest of the scrubs.”
“Fuck this up?” Jace rose out of his chair in an aggressive manner. The two men glared at each other for a few moments before Jace cracked a smile. “Fucking things up is what I do best! But don’t worry, I’ll leave you with no choice but to put me on the Equinox II card. Remember, I’m here to help YOU out, old buddy, old pal. I’ll leave you to whatever…” Jace gestures towards the mess on the desk. “...all of this is but I’ll see you back here on the 25th, yeah? Good, great, stay salty my friend.”
Jace slams his hand down on the desk a couple of times before grinning. Jax’s stone-like stare never leaves him as Jace spins on his heels and exits the office.
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Andrea Hernandez & Crystal Caldwell.
I would like to formally introduce myself to you both. I’m the guy you’ll be taking on in a handicapped match at Unleashed 5. I’m also the guy that is going to embarrass you both by beating the two of you on the 25th without even breaking a sweat.
I know you’re probably thinking that since Jax has decreed that it's a handicapped match now, it makes your job that much easier.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
I know you’ve already acquainted yourself with my manager, Shelley Greene. Or as he likes to call himself, Abdullah Choi. I’m sure he said a lot of things that either didn’t make sure or were just said to try and piss you off but allow me to let you hear it straight from the horse's mouth.
I am an elite wrestler, not just here in UPRISING, but in any promotion that I choose to sign with.
That’s not bragging or overconfidence. That’s cold hard proven facts. I’m not going to bore you with listing the reasons why. Not because I don’t love the sound of my own voice, but because I’m not going to do your fucking homework for you. Go back and watch the tape. See how I’m made the impact that I have in this company in a shorter time than either of you has been here.
I’m pretty sure you’re both going to do everything you can do at Unleashed 5 to prove me wrong. The problem is that your best isn’t even close to being good enough. That’s why both of you are mainly booked here on the secondary show. The show that doesn’t even hit The Splat Network. The show that’s used to showcase the lesser-known and far less entertaining talent against the handful of jobbers hired to be enhancement wrestlers.
Shut up, Caldwell. I know what you’re going to say.
Yes, you have a match at Equinox II where you’re booked to take on Kevin Mears for The Silver State Championship. The fact that you of all people have a match announced for a title belt in Japan is a fucking joke. I don’t know whether I should laugh or look into getting Brad Jackson committed to a mental institution.
I would tell you that you suck… but I’m pretty sure that you and everyone else know that your sucking abilities are the only reason you continue to collect a paycheck in this business.
I don’t honestly care what you’ve done before or what you’ve accomplished in the five million other companies that you’ve wrestled in. I don’t care about any cheap pieces of tin and leather you might have at the moment that makes you think you’re worthy of being called a Champion. The only thing I care about is the fact that you’ve amounted to dick as an UPRISING wrestler.
I know that I can’t personally talk Jax into stripping you of your title shot in Japan. However, I can make him look like a fucking idiot for booking that match after I drag your face across the canvas using your fake ass eyelashes. I’m sure you’ll lie and say you don’t have any… just like you’ll lie and say your little ‘Forget-Me-Not’ finisher is effective.
I’m 100% positive that the most devastating thing about that move will be the amount of dandruff that flies from your scalp with you flip your hair that can potentially get into my good eye.
And then there is you Miss Hernandez.
Little Miss Phoenix Flash. Cool nickname and wait… you’re from Arizona too?! Wow… I bet it used the full capacity of all three of your brain cells to come up with that one.
But you’re a strong independent woman.
You stood tall and told your partner that she does not speak for you.
If you can’t tell… I’m giving you my golf clap of approval. However, I tend to wonder if you really meant that or if was it a showy little display for social media. What is really said between you and Crystal behind closed doors, when all of the wrestling industry isn’t privy to the conversation?
If you think I’m dumb enough to fall for the whole ‘we’re falling apart as a team before the match even begins’ then you’re dumber than your moniker. I might be the one in the handicapped situation but it’s you two that are the desperate ones here.
Desperate to prove that the title match booked on the Equinox II card isn’t going to be a fucking squash match. And desperate to even get remembered when the cards are booked for upcoming shows. I guess you know… putting the focus on UPRISING instead of tweeting more about the other federations that think you’re something special is out of the question.
It’s not like you can’t… you know… show up to the building on show nights and get some TV time. Not like there aren’t five different interviewers running around backstage just looking for someone’s face to shove a microphone into.
But I know common sense isn’t exactly in abundance with a majority of this roster. You proved that with me Andrea when you decided to make it known that not only were you tired of being paired with Caldwell but that you have no hatred toward me.
You poor sweet summer child.
Do you think I need hatred to run my boot through the back of your skull like your head wasn’t the biggest cockroach in Nevada? I’m walking into the backup show to put on a wrestling clinic with the two of you. I’m not going to mentor the two of you in the art of the wristlock or a proper headscissors takeover. I’m coming into this match to obliterate both of you. You’re nameless, faceless sacks of meat that I’m going to pound into a beef stew to make a statement.
I have a reputation and a streak to uphold after all.
I fought the former UPRISING World Champion, and she was never seen on the roster ever again. I wrestled Justin York, and he was never the same man again. I turned Marisol Vilaro into a walking, barely comprehensible while talking, buffet line. I ratted Chris Mosh into defending his UPRISING World Championship belt and wrestling in UPRISING for the first time in 2023. I pulled that shit off with a tweet.
The plan is to make both of you drop off of planet Earth.
I’m going to slap around Crystal Caldwell so hard that she’ll only go by one name like she was Cher or Madonna. I’m going to stomp Andrea so hard that the only flash she’ll be capable of is from an Android phone camera as she takes a picture of her feline to post on the Instagram account she made for the cat.
It might not be anything personal for the two of you. But I take either of you thinking you could hang at my level as offensive.
March 25th on the go-home show before Equinox II. I’m going to make you both Bend the Knee and pay homage to the future King of UPRISING.
It’s a simple task.
However, if you resist.
I’ll make you both bend at the waist and do to you what life has been doing to you since you escaped the womb.
The choice is yours.
“Come in!” Jax barked in a frustrated tone.
He returned the phone back to his ear and continued the conversation. The door to the office slowly opened and UPRISING superstar Jace Parker Davidson staggered forward into the room. Jace catches and balances himself on the back of one of the chairs in front of Jax’s desk. Head of Security Devon Rivera walked into the office behind Davidson. He grabbed a hold of the UPRISING wrestler by the arm as Jax looked up at the two of them.
“I’ll have to call you back later.” Jax muttered before ending the call. He slowly placed the phone back into his pocket as he glared up at Davidson.
“Help! I need an adult!” Davidson shouted mockingly as Devon gripped his arm tighter and shook him a bit.
“Found him lingering around in the casino by the blackjack table.” Devon reported. “I figured this would be as good of a time if any for you to deal with him.”
“Why not? Day can’t get any shitter,” he groused, motioning towards the door with a shooing motion. “Leave him with me.”
Rivera nodded and slipped back out into the hall, closing the door behind himself. Jace brushed off his arm and adjusted his posture.
“Good thing you got rid of him when you did.” Jace spoke with an unearned sense of confidence. “Three more seconds and I would have totally beaten him within an inch of his life.”
“Cute, really.” The look on Jackson’s face made it clear that he wasn’t even close to being amused. “So, what’m I gonna do about you, hmm?”
Jace folded his arms over his chest and looked toward the ceiling feigning deep thought.
“You mean… more than you’ve done already?” He asked with a load of sarcasm. “However, are you sure I’m the guy you should be asking this question to here? I’m sure that Marisol will have quite the temper tantrum if she knew you were making decisions without her approval.”
He didn’t take the bait, his expression forming into that familiar scowl that Jace remembered so well from back in the day.
“Lola’s clearly gone missing… so your match is officially a handicap. Not that it really matters in the grand scheme. Hernandez seems bent on self-sabotage, so you’ll just be picking the bones of the scraps left over.” His gaze dropped to the papers on his desk, the true bone of contention there even before he spoke it aloud. “Who altered this contract – that’s what I wanna know. This shit about peddling STRONKUMMS wasn’t in here when I drew it up and had you sign.”
Jace pulled out one of the chairs in front of the desk and took a seat. He leaned back and propped his boots up onto the desk.
“Brad Jackson just did me a favor? Or is this another punishment? I can’t tell anymore. Either way, I fully expected this to be a handicap situation when you booked the ghost of Lola Dane as my partner. As far as the ‘talent’ you booked me against. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t fight each other before ever deciding to actually fight me.” Jace chuckled quietly to himself.
He laced his fingers together and placed them behind his head as he enjoyed the look of annoyance on Jax’s face.
“But yeah, I think you’re getting a little senile at your age. The whole STRONKUMMS thing was totally in the contract when I met you and signed my name on the dotted line. I think you might be working yourself a little too hard. Maybe it’s time for a vacation, ya know? I’m sure Marisol can take you overseas just like she did Ricky Rodriguez and give you that special Vilaro happy-ending treatment.” It was obvious that Jace was lying but he made no effort to hide the fact that he was.
The words drive that irritation one notch tighter; Jackson’s jaw was clenching, teeth grinding as he tried like hell to control his temper.
“Contrary to popular belief, getting my dick wet stopped being my main motivation years ago. Happily married… with kids Marisol’s age.” He shook his head, “listen, I’ve got no beef with you. Hell, you were one of the few I respected back in the day. But this undermining authority and needling Marisol’s gotta stop.”
“Needling Marisol?” Jace perked up a bit at the comment. “Just what is it about Marisol that makes you think the sun shines out of her ass? I thought we had an understanding. I came here to wrestle for UPRISING and even gave you a very good discount on my services because of our mutual history. The day I signed my contract I told you that you did this to your roster.”
Jace paused for a moment and pulled his boots off of the desk. He leaned forward to look directly at Jax with his one good eye.
“You wanted me here to wrestle and do the things that you know I can do. But now because I’m doing those things and Marisol happens to be a target there is a problem, why? Let’s cut the bullshit here. You know and I know along with everyone else out there knows that the moment you were able to book me on a card you used me as your own personal Janitorial service. From the ginger bitch that lost her mind to Justin York who disappeared out of thin air after I beat him. Now, you booked Lola who is pretty much already gone along with Crystal and Andrea who are low-tier UPRISING stars. I know the deal here, why are you acting like that’s not the case?”
The look on his face made it clear that Jace had struck a nerve.
“You want honesty? Fine. If I’d known where the fuck you were when we opened our doors in October of 2020, you’d have been a top draft pick then. This isn’t about your methods. I know EXACTLY what you bring to the table, having been across that ring from you a time or two. You feel like you’re being used, here? Is that what you’re saying?”
Jace rolls his eyes.
“I said I know what the deal is. I don’t mind being the guy that yeets the garbage out of the door. I’m pretty good at that kind of thing.” Jace moves his neck around a bit. “My issue is that now because the pretty girl with the bogus product decides to cry crocodile tears about that you suddenly act like what I was doing wasn’t the fucking plan from day one. I get that you can have your ‘favorites’ but if this is going to be one of those situations where you try and handcuff what I do out there against the competition then we’re going to have some real issues.”
“That’s not – fuck.” Jackson shook his head, “she puts asses in the seats. I’m sure you can understand that. Other than this whole neverending shit with the Holmes kid, she’s got the top views. Last thing I wanna do is rock that boat, shoot myself in the foot when I’ve already got a bunch of bullshit going on behind the scenes. Listen, I’m just asking you to play nice. Is that so bad?”
“Yes, yes, it fucking is.” Jace sees the look Jax gives him. He holds up his hands defensively. “Look, okay, I get it. You don’t want someone upsetting Princess Vilaro. I will TRY and be nice to her. For now… but let’s talk about something important. Like the fact that I’m not booked on the goddamn Equinox II card. You put me on the show before the trip to Japan like I’m some pre-show dipshit? I will show up for your little handicapped match but if… sorry, when I beat Caldwell then she loses her title match at Equinox II, correct?”
“That wasn’t part of the plan. I gave her that rematch because of that whole foot on the rope shit. She shows up against you, shows out? Then I’m not stripping her of shit.” He leaned forward, putting his elbows on the desk. “You lobbying for it? Is that what I’m hearing?”
“She lost to Mears, so, if she loses to me, what makes her worthy of a title match in Japan of all places?” He reaches up and rubs over his chin. “I’m not going to whine for title matches like the other petty bitches on the roster. However, I think that being that I am who I am. That means I am worthy of a featured match on Equinox II. Or have you already forgotten the impact and ratings I brought when I debuted at Frozen Fury?”
“Haven’t forgotten.” Jackson all but snapped the reply, “beat Hernandez and Caldwell, you’ll have something for Japan. Fuck this up, and you can stay home and watch on TV like the rest of the scrubs.”
“Fuck this up?” Jace rose out of his chair in an aggressive manner. The two men glared at each other for a few moments before Jace cracked a smile. “Fucking things up is what I do best! But don’t worry, I’ll leave you with no choice but to put me on the Equinox II card. Remember, I’m here to help YOU out, old buddy, old pal. I’ll leave you to whatever…” Jace gestures towards the mess on the desk. “...all of this is but I’ll see you back here on the 25th, yeah? Good, great, stay salty my friend.”
Jace slams his hand down on the desk a couple of times before grinning. Jax’s stone-like stare never leaves him as Jace spins on his heels and exits the office.
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Andrea Hernandez & Crystal Caldwell.
I would like to formally introduce myself to you both. I’m the guy you’ll be taking on in a handicapped match at Unleashed 5. I’m also the guy that is going to embarrass you both by beating the two of you on the 25th without even breaking a sweat.
I know you’re probably thinking that since Jax has decreed that it's a handicapped match now, it makes your job that much easier.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
I know you’ve already acquainted yourself with my manager, Shelley Greene. Or as he likes to call himself, Abdullah Choi. I’m sure he said a lot of things that either didn’t make sure or were just said to try and piss you off but allow me to let you hear it straight from the horse's mouth.
I am an elite wrestler, not just here in UPRISING, but in any promotion that I choose to sign with.
That’s not bragging or overconfidence. That’s cold hard proven facts. I’m not going to bore you with listing the reasons why. Not because I don’t love the sound of my own voice, but because I’m not going to do your fucking homework for you. Go back and watch the tape. See how I’m made the impact that I have in this company in a shorter time than either of you has been here.
I’m pretty sure you’re both going to do everything you can do at Unleashed 5 to prove me wrong. The problem is that your best isn’t even close to being good enough. That’s why both of you are mainly booked here on the secondary show. The show that doesn’t even hit The Splat Network. The show that’s used to showcase the lesser-known and far less entertaining talent against the handful of jobbers hired to be enhancement wrestlers.
Shut up, Caldwell. I know what you’re going to say.
Yes, you have a match at Equinox II where you’re booked to take on Kevin Mears for The Silver State Championship. The fact that you of all people have a match announced for a title belt in Japan is a fucking joke. I don’t know whether I should laugh or look into getting Brad Jackson committed to a mental institution.
I would tell you that you suck… but I’m pretty sure that you and everyone else know that your sucking abilities are the only reason you continue to collect a paycheck in this business.
I don’t honestly care what you’ve done before or what you’ve accomplished in the five million other companies that you’ve wrestled in. I don’t care about any cheap pieces of tin and leather you might have at the moment that makes you think you’re worthy of being called a Champion. The only thing I care about is the fact that you’ve amounted to dick as an UPRISING wrestler.
I know that I can’t personally talk Jax into stripping you of your title shot in Japan. However, I can make him look like a fucking idiot for booking that match after I drag your face across the canvas using your fake ass eyelashes. I’m sure you’ll lie and say you don’t have any… just like you’ll lie and say your little ‘Forget-Me-Not’ finisher is effective.
I’m 100% positive that the most devastating thing about that move will be the amount of dandruff that flies from your scalp with you flip your hair that can potentially get into my good eye.
And then there is you Miss Hernandez.
Little Miss Phoenix Flash. Cool nickname and wait… you’re from Arizona too?! Wow… I bet it used the full capacity of all three of your brain cells to come up with that one.
But you’re a strong independent woman.
You stood tall and told your partner that she does not speak for you.
If you can’t tell… I’m giving you my golf clap of approval. However, I tend to wonder if you really meant that or if was it a showy little display for social media. What is really said between you and Crystal behind closed doors, when all of the wrestling industry isn’t privy to the conversation?
If you think I’m dumb enough to fall for the whole ‘we’re falling apart as a team before the match even begins’ then you’re dumber than your moniker. I might be the one in the handicapped situation but it’s you two that are the desperate ones here.
Desperate to prove that the title match booked on the Equinox II card isn’t going to be a fucking squash match. And desperate to even get remembered when the cards are booked for upcoming shows. I guess you know… putting the focus on UPRISING instead of tweeting more about the other federations that think you’re something special is out of the question.
It’s not like you can’t… you know… show up to the building on show nights and get some TV time. Not like there aren’t five different interviewers running around backstage just looking for someone’s face to shove a microphone into.
But I know common sense isn’t exactly in abundance with a majority of this roster. You proved that with me Andrea when you decided to make it known that not only were you tired of being paired with Caldwell but that you have no hatred toward me.
You poor sweet summer child.
Do you think I need hatred to run my boot through the back of your skull like your head wasn’t the biggest cockroach in Nevada? I’m walking into the backup show to put on a wrestling clinic with the two of you. I’m not going to mentor the two of you in the art of the wristlock or a proper headscissors takeover. I’m coming into this match to obliterate both of you. You’re nameless, faceless sacks of meat that I’m going to pound into a beef stew to make a statement.
I have a reputation and a streak to uphold after all.
I fought the former UPRISING World Champion, and she was never seen on the roster ever again. I wrestled Justin York, and he was never the same man again. I turned Marisol Vilaro into a walking, barely comprehensible while talking, buffet line. I ratted Chris Mosh into defending his UPRISING World Championship belt and wrestling in UPRISING for the first time in 2023. I pulled that shit off with a tweet.
The plan is to make both of you drop off of planet Earth.
I’m going to slap around Crystal Caldwell so hard that she’ll only go by one name like she was Cher or Madonna. I’m going to stomp Andrea so hard that the only flash she’ll be capable of is from an Android phone camera as she takes a picture of her feline to post on the Instagram account she made for the cat.
It might not be anything personal for the two of you. But I take either of you thinking you could hang at my level as offensive.
March 25th on the go-home show before Equinox II. I’m going to make you both Bend the Knee and pay homage to the future King of UPRISING.
It’s a simple task.
However, if you resist.
I’ll make you both bend at the waist and do to you what life has been doing to you since you escaped the womb.
The choice is yours.