The Swan Song Of The First Age, Part 1: The Next Highway
Apr 25, 2023 10:40:13 GMT -5
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Post by axis on Apr 25, 2023 10:40:13 GMT -5
March 1st, 2023
The world is an interesting one at present. Global warming threatens humanity, artificial intelligence is slowly overtaking everyday life, and the internet is a minefield of situations between drama and struggle, among other things. Life is not what it once was when we were born.
Among the cards in Earth’s new hand is the emergence of remote working and learning. On this particular day, the CEO of an entirely-remote company on Discord is about to make the hardest decision of his career…
Discord, WildInc group chat
11:35 AM
ProducerJ: guys i have to shut it down
carl: WHAT
ProducerJ: nothing against yall
ProducerJ: but there’s too much on my plate atm
DAMETIMEBICH replied to ProducerJ(“but there’s too much on my plate atm”): Completely understand, man. It’s been fun :saluting-face:
carl: cmon man you know Axis wouldn’t be happy with this
ProducerJ replied to DAMETIMEBICH(“Completely understand, man. It’s been fun :saluting-face:”): love you man
ProducerJ replied to carl(“cmon man you know Axis wouldn’t be happy with this”): that reminds me @everyone y’all heard from axis lately?
Suplexxx!: nope
carl replied to Suplexxx!(“nope”): nice of you to finally show up, please tell this ahole why shutting the company is a bad idea
Suplexxx!: wait wut
carl replied to ProducerJ(“guys i have to shut it down”): ^
Suplexxx!: oh damn, why tho
ProducerJ: other commitments
Suplexxx! replied to ProducerJ(“other commitments”): weird way to spell “chicken”
ProducerJ: axis
ProducerJ: axis
ProducerJ: axis
carl: mass ping won’t work stupid we’re in a group chat
Suplexxx!: not like him to get off for days at a time without warning
Suplexxx!: i wonder what’s up with him
March 1st, 2023
12:00 PM
Prowler Ranch
Spring. It’s a beautiful word. The sun shines, flowers bloom, baseball begins, and everything is right in the world.
Among the products of spring are the sons and daughters of all sorts of creatures. On this particular day, we see two horses in a pasture, a mother and son. The mare, a true chestnut color, lies in the grass watching her colt play. She’s only two days into being a mother for her first child, a white and brown paint. They have done everything together, from eating to learning to cuddling.
The mare’s ears twitch slightly as she hears a truck approaching from the north, but relaxes as it comes closer into view, slows, and turns into the driveway, for she knows the familiar face that sits behind the wheel.
She stands up as the driver collects his belongings. The front driver side door opens and out steps James “Axis” Prowler, the owner of the ranch and subsequently the new mother. He calmly approaches the mare.
“Hey, Cassidy,” he says calmly. As Cassidy approaches, he spots the new foal. “I see you have some new baggage. Congrats! Did Miriam already name hi-”
“We named him Cam after my classmate!” a familiar girl said while running towards Axis.
He smiled. “Hey, Lex!”
Lexi Prowler ran into the arms of her father. She had missed him these past 2 weeks- Axis had been participating in the Great Illuminatus in Antarctica- and she was glad that he was back. “I love you! Welcome back!” Then she saw Cassidy. “Oh, hey sweet girl! No offense.”
Cassidy replied with a slight snort.
Axis walked inside and was immediately greeted with hugs and kisses from his wife Miriam. “Oh welcome back baby!” she said as she smothered Axis in what felt like a hundred licks to him.
Axis gave a nervous chuckle. “Hey, Miriam. Missed you too.”
After unpacking, Axis went to the desk in the room he shared with Miriam and pulled out his laptop. Logging onto Discord, he was greeted in the top left hand corner of his screen with the WildInc logo. Intersecting the circular logo was a smaller, all red circle that read “283”.
Axis chuckled as he opened the chat. “What are those knuckleheads up to now?”
Suplexxx!: but it’s just chicken, no one cares if it’s burnt
carl: dude meat is among the most expensive things in the grocery aisles
carl: oh hey Axis is online
Axis: sup
carl: ask Jason
Axis replied to carl (ask Jason): @producerj ^
ProducerJ: I’m shutting down Wild
Axis: why?
ProducerJ: it’s not worth it dude, I’ve got a busy schedule and I ain’t earning bull with this
Axis: what if I took over
ProducerJ: if I were earning like 2k a year we wouldn’t have this problem tbh, it ain’t fun anymore
ProducerJ replied to Axis(what if I took over): lol ok and you have the capacity to run a twitch tv channel every Saturday
Axis: no…
Axis: but we might
carl: Whahuh
DAMETIMEBICH: oh yeaaaaaah, us
ProducerJ: Fine. I’ll give Axis ownership and y’all can run the show going forward. I’m going to stay off Discord for a bit, and I expect significant progress once I get back.
Axis: you deserve your break buddy
Axis: we won’t let you down
carl sent a gif:https://tenor.com/view/roman-reigns-believe-that-wwe-wrestler-gif-7929448
Axis closed his laptop and breathed deeply. He’d just been named owner of WildInc. A new era had begun… just not the one that he originally set out for. Indeed, Axis had found his next occupation while he went on the second phase of his time away from the ring.
He decided to spend the next few hours with his favorite creature in the world… besides Miriam and Lexi, of course.
Axis’s mare, Reagan, loves him as much as he loves her. When Axis needs a horse for the day’s ranch work, Reagan always runs up to him to see if she is the horse being used. Both have a great relationship with each other that dates back to when Axis’s dad, Laine, had got him two horses- one of whom was Reagan- back when they lived in Shreveport.
On this day, Axis simply wanted to spend time with her. Reagan put her head around Axis’s shoulder as he took deep breaths and took it all in.
But when he had recharged, he felt different from when he began his visit with Reagan. He had regained a passion. Something bigger than him had beckoned during the Illuminatus, and he finally realized what it was.
And it wasn't a television channel on Twitch.
Axis: so what do we do next
carl: you want us in the fray
carl: but ultimately it’s your call, boss
Axis: Axis the Boss.
Axis: got a nice ring to it
Axis: Well, let’s take stock. It’s restructuring day boys
DAMETIMEBICH: man we really restructuring
Axis: I get the frustration…
Axis: but this is a new highway. Every highway needs different billboards, don’t you think?
The world is an interesting one at present. Global warming threatens humanity, artificial intelligence is slowly overtaking everyday life, and the internet is a minefield of situations between drama and struggle, among other things. Life is not what it once was when we were born.
Among the cards in Earth’s new hand is the emergence of remote working and learning. On this particular day, the CEO of an entirely-remote company on Discord is about to make the hardest decision of his career…
Discord, WildInc group chat
11:35 AM
ProducerJ: guys i have to shut it down
carl: WHAT
ProducerJ: nothing against yall
ProducerJ: but there’s too much on my plate atm
DAMETIMEBICH replied to ProducerJ(“but there’s too much on my plate atm”): Completely understand, man. It’s been fun :saluting-face:
carl: cmon man you know Axis wouldn’t be happy with this
ProducerJ replied to DAMETIMEBICH(“Completely understand, man. It’s been fun :saluting-face:”): love you man
ProducerJ replied to carl(“cmon man you know Axis wouldn’t be happy with this”): that reminds me @everyone y’all heard from axis lately?
Suplexxx!: nope
carl replied to Suplexxx!(“nope”): nice of you to finally show up, please tell this ahole why shutting the company is a bad idea
Suplexxx!: wait wut
carl replied to ProducerJ(“guys i have to shut it down”): ^
Suplexxx!: oh damn, why tho
ProducerJ: other commitments
Suplexxx! replied to ProducerJ(“other commitments”): weird way to spell “chicken”
ProducerJ: axis
ProducerJ: axis
ProducerJ: axis
carl: mass ping won’t work stupid we’re in a group chat
Suplexxx!: not like him to get off for days at a time without warning
Suplexxx!: i wonder what’s up with him
March 1st, 2023
12:00 PM
Prowler Ranch
Spring. It’s a beautiful word. The sun shines, flowers bloom, baseball begins, and everything is right in the world.
Among the products of spring are the sons and daughters of all sorts of creatures. On this particular day, we see two horses in a pasture, a mother and son. The mare, a true chestnut color, lies in the grass watching her colt play. She’s only two days into being a mother for her first child, a white and brown paint. They have done everything together, from eating to learning to cuddling.
The mare’s ears twitch slightly as she hears a truck approaching from the north, but relaxes as it comes closer into view, slows, and turns into the driveway, for she knows the familiar face that sits behind the wheel.
She stands up as the driver collects his belongings. The front driver side door opens and out steps James “Axis” Prowler, the owner of the ranch and subsequently the new mother. He calmly approaches the mare.
“Hey, Cassidy,” he says calmly. As Cassidy approaches, he spots the new foal. “I see you have some new baggage. Congrats! Did Miriam already name hi-”
“We named him Cam after my classmate!” a familiar girl said while running towards Axis.
He smiled. “Hey, Lex!”
Lexi Prowler ran into the arms of her father. She had missed him these past 2 weeks- Axis had been participating in the Great Illuminatus in Antarctica- and she was glad that he was back. “I love you! Welcome back!” Then she saw Cassidy. “Oh, hey sweet girl! No offense.”
Cassidy replied with a slight snort.
Axis walked inside and was immediately greeted with hugs and kisses from his wife Miriam. “Oh welcome back baby!” she said as she smothered Axis in what felt like a hundred licks to him.
Axis gave a nervous chuckle. “Hey, Miriam. Missed you too.”
After unpacking, Axis went to the desk in the room he shared with Miriam and pulled out his laptop. Logging onto Discord, he was greeted in the top left hand corner of his screen with the WildInc logo. Intersecting the circular logo was a smaller, all red circle that read “283”.
Axis chuckled as he opened the chat. “What are those knuckleheads up to now?”
Suplexxx!: but it’s just chicken, no one cares if it’s burnt
carl: dude meat is among the most expensive things in the grocery aisles
carl: oh hey Axis is online
Axis: sup
carl: ask Jason
Axis replied to carl (ask Jason): @producerj ^
ProducerJ: I’m shutting down Wild
Axis: why?
ProducerJ: it’s not worth it dude, I’ve got a busy schedule and I ain’t earning bull with this
Axis: what if I took over
ProducerJ: if I were earning like 2k a year we wouldn’t have this problem tbh, it ain’t fun anymore
ProducerJ replied to Axis(what if I took over): lol ok and you have the capacity to run a twitch tv channel every Saturday
Axis: no…
Axis: but we might
carl: Whahuh
DAMETIMEBICH: oh yeaaaaaah, us
ProducerJ: Fine. I’ll give Axis ownership and y’all can run the show going forward. I’m going to stay off Discord for a bit, and I expect significant progress once I get back.
Axis: you deserve your break buddy
Axis: we won’t let you down
carl sent a gif:https://tenor.com/view/roman-reigns-believe-that-wwe-wrestler-gif-7929448
Axis closed his laptop and breathed deeply. He’d just been named owner of WildInc. A new era had begun… just not the one that he originally set out for. Indeed, Axis had found his next occupation while he went on the second phase of his time away from the ring.
He decided to spend the next few hours with his favorite creature in the world… besides Miriam and Lexi, of course.
Axis’s mare, Reagan, loves him as much as he loves her. When Axis needs a horse for the day’s ranch work, Reagan always runs up to him to see if she is the horse being used. Both have a great relationship with each other that dates back to when Axis’s dad, Laine, had got him two horses- one of whom was Reagan- back when they lived in Shreveport.
On this day, Axis simply wanted to spend time with her. Reagan put her head around Axis’s shoulder as he took deep breaths and took it all in.
But when he had recharged, he felt different from when he began his visit with Reagan. He had regained a passion. Something bigger than him had beckoned during the Illuminatus, and he finally realized what it was.
And it wasn't a television channel on Twitch.
Axis: so what do we do next
carl: you want us in the fray
carl: but ultimately it’s your call, boss
Axis: Axis the Boss.
Axis: got a nice ring to it
Axis: Well, let’s take stock. It’s restructuring day boys
DAMETIMEBICH: man we really restructuring
Axis: I get the frustration…
Axis: but this is a new highway. Every highway needs different billboards, don’t you think?
April 25, 2023
Early Morning
Prowler Ranch
“Axis the Boss.”
Those magic words have alluded me throughout my career. They’ve teased me, they’ve walked in front of me, they’ve made me taste them ever since I realized my dream of becoming a wrestler.
I tasted them when I fought CruZe, my then-rival, for the WrestleVerse Eternal championship at New Ground.
I tasted them when I fought for the Moonstone at WrestleVerse Fatal.
I tasted them at the Rumble in the Bronx, back when Victoria was in charge.
And most recently, I tasted them in The Great Illuminatus, where I could have grabbed a shot at becoming a boss in my own right.
And every single time, those words have kicked me in the balls- when I got knocked out by a literal rocket, when I was forced into a footrace that I obviously lost, when I got eliminated from the Rumble in one of the most lucky eliminations ever, and when I chickened Thunder Knuckles out of the Illuminatus- only to be put up against a literal OCW legend.
No one knows as much as me about having gold dangled in front of you so many times and having nothing to do about it.
And mark my words, that streak ends Sunday.
Delilah, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you’re being portrayed as the scapegoat for something you don’t deserve, because let me be clear- you don’t deserve to lose that title.
I’m sorry that everything that you’ve done to continue your reign, everything that you’ve accomplished in your time as champion, everything you’ve done to further the reputation of this company as the best in the entire world- I’m sorry that none of that will matter at Wheel of Misfortune.
It’s just not fair for people like you to come in as champion and come out limping without a title.
But life’s never fair, is it? Chuckles
Face it, Delilah. Face it, OCW universe. I may not be the best in the world yet, but I AM the true tribal chief.
And you’ve solved the prize puzzle of Wheel of Misfortune, and your prize is a mandatory vacation to MY island of relevancy.
Pack your bags. The cruise docks Sunday in Burbank, and you’re going to get the best food, the best tequilas, the best seats in the house to watch MY era begin.
Early Morning
Prowler Ranch
“Axis the Boss.”
Those magic words have alluded me throughout my career. They’ve teased me, they’ve walked in front of me, they’ve made me taste them ever since I realized my dream of becoming a wrestler.
I tasted them when I fought CruZe, my then-rival, for the WrestleVerse Eternal championship at New Ground.
I tasted them when I fought for the Moonstone at WrestleVerse Fatal.
I tasted them at the Rumble in the Bronx, back when Victoria was in charge.
And most recently, I tasted them in The Great Illuminatus, where I could have grabbed a shot at becoming a boss in my own right.
And every single time, those words have kicked me in the balls- when I got knocked out by a literal rocket, when I was forced into a footrace that I obviously lost, when I got eliminated from the Rumble in one of the most lucky eliminations ever, and when I chickened Thunder Knuckles out of the Illuminatus- only to be put up against a literal OCW legend.
No one knows as much as me about having gold dangled in front of you so many times and having nothing to do about it.
And mark my words, that streak ends Sunday.
Delilah, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you’re being portrayed as the scapegoat for something you don’t deserve, because let me be clear- you don’t deserve to lose that title.
I’m sorry that everything that you’ve done to continue your reign, everything that you’ve accomplished in your time as champion, everything you’ve done to further the reputation of this company as the best in the entire world- I’m sorry that none of that will matter at Wheel of Misfortune.
It’s just not fair for people like you to come in as champion and come out limping without a title.
But life’s never fair, is it? Chuckles
Face it, Delilah. Face it, OCW universe. I may not be the best in the world yet, but I AM the true tribal chief.
And you’ve solved the prize puzzle of Wheel of Misfortune, and your prize is a mandatory vacation to MY island of relevancy.
Pack your bags. The cruise docks Sunday in Burbank, and you’re going to get the best food, the best tequilas, the best seats in the house to watch MY era begin.