Post by PWA Elite Athlete on Jun 24, 2022 0:45:53 GMT -5
Hello again friends. Wait, we are friends, right? I’ve connected with you people here that tune in, I hope. Anyway, you all saw what happened last time and Reformation is rolling around the corner. Seems like both Amick and Dylan have said everything that they felt they needed to say. That just leaves the “new look” Jace Parker Davidson. I mean… you saw that graphic for the Savage Championship match, right? That man is sexy as all Hell.
*coughs*
Pretend like I didn’t say that. So, we focus on a bit of a different location than we did last time. Instead of a wooded area outside of the Amish Community in Intercourse, Pennsylvania. We zoom in on another community in Lancaster County. This isn’t an Amish Community but a high-class Suburban neighborhood. Manheim Township is the name of this little slice of Heaven. Walking along the sidewalk of the neighborhood is Jace Parker Davidson along with Madison and his pet Lion named Ralph.
Elderly adults can be seen power walking throughout the neighborhood but turn and run away screaming when they see Ralph. Younger adults can be seen riding their bikes down the road. Jace sneers and tosses a rock at one biker, knocking him off of his bike and into oncoming traffic. A car has to swerve the poor man as the car horn blasts loudly. The bike is run over and demolished which causes Jace to double over laughing. Madison shakes her head as the trio continue to journey through the Suburban neighborhood.
“Is this really necessary? All of these houses pretty much look the same.” Madison commented while looking around.
“They are all decent houses, but we just have to find the right one.” Jace replied while rubbing his hand over his chin.
They continue looking around until finally Jace’s eyes land on a rather big house sitting on a good amount of land. He nods his head up and down as Madison tries to figure out what kind of stupid idea he’s cooking up in his head.
“That’s the one, let’s go.” Jace takes off towards the house as Ralph races behind him.
Madison groans then tries to keep up with the other two. They reach the land that the house is on and Madison stops to admire the fancy cars in the driveway. Jace and Ralph climb the steps onto the porch as Madison scurries behind them hoping that common sense will kick in before things get too out of hand.
“Why this house? This doesn’t look like a big Hollywood mansion.” Madison stands between Jace and the front door of the home.
“Well, you’re right, it’s not. However, it’s probably the biggest house we’re going to find here. We’ll just go inside and take a look.” Jace says nonchalantly.
“And just how do you plan on doing that?!” Madison asks and completely regrets the words that came out of her mouth.
Jace grabs Madison by the waist then lifts her off of her feet and places her down away from the door. Madison swoons a bit over being manhandled by Jace but quickly turns right back into panic mode as she watches Jace knock on the front door. Madison begins freaking out as Jace just stands there brushing his fingernails over the front of his shirt. After a moment or two a middle-aged man answers the door.
“Yes?” Man asked as he stood in the doorframe.
“Hi. You don’t know me but I’m going to need you to get the fuck out.” Jace says with a shit eating grin on his face.
“I’m sorry, what?” The man asks in a confused tone.
Jace just simply whistles and points towards the open door. Ralph leaps into action jumping on top of the man standing in the doorframe. The man screams for his life as Ralph walks over him and into the home. Loud screaming along with things being broken are heard coming from inside as Jace just casually stands there and looks over at Madison.
“You think there is an Arby’s anywhere near here? Getting kinda hungry.” Jace holds his hand over his stomach.
Madison sighs and just shrugs in response. They continue to wait on the porch of the home until the middle-aged man and his wife come running out of the house screaming. Their clothing is torn and shredded as they take off down the road pleading for help. Jace decides to step inside the home and finds Ralph in the kitchen eating the dinner that was left on the table. Jace looks around the living room and all the broken items that once decorated this little Utopia. He flops down on the leather couch in the middle of the room and smiles at his reflection in the 72 inch television screen in front of him.
“So, this is what it’s like to be Dylan Thomas?” Jace asks Madison who carefully steps into the home.
“I don’t think living in Lancaster County can count as an A-List lifestyle but it’s close.” Madison looks around at even that hasn’t been destroyed in the home.
“My question is… why does he do it?” Jace muses.
“Do what?” Madison turns her head confused.
“Wrestling, being the OCW Savage Champion? He clearly doesn’t NEED to do it. He got the big obnoxious home, the wife and the kid. Riding around in limousines and more money than he knows what to do with.” Jace explains.
Madison thinks about it as Jace continues.
“If I were rich, if I was an A-Lister? I sure as fuck wouldn’t be wrestling for a living. You apparently have more money than most athletes and yet you sign up to get punched in the face on a weekly basis? You’re going to risk your well-being and let people hit you with all kinds of weapons and such by being the Savage Champion? Either the guy is fucking stupid or all of this ‘wealth’ is just for show.” Jace picks up a fancy looking crystal bowl sitting on the table in front of the TV and tosses it over his shoulder.
The bowl collides with the floor and shatters into pieces causing Madison to jump and squeal in horror.
“Clearly, it's the fucking stupid option here. The guy got roofied back in Djibouti and now he thinks he’s some kind of spiritual being that fights the Gods. His wife needs to get him checked for CTE immediately and pull him out of this match on Sunday for his own safety. Or maybe that’s the plan? She wants him to get the shit knocked out of him. She cheers him on and pushes him to be OCW Savage Champion hoping he meets his end in the ring. Then all that sweet cash will be all hers and she won’t have to touch that loser's pee pee.” Jace raises his fingers into the air to emphasize just how small said pee pee must be.
Madison looks over at the small space between Jace’s fingers and says a silent little prayer to herself that he doesn’t have that problem.
“Fucking A-Lister with no movie credits, modeling experience, or anything important to his name. I mean who even was this guy before he won the OCW Savage Championship? He’ll wish he was cast as an extra in the next Clerks movie instead of showing up Sunday night. He stands in my way of capturing the title then I’ll grant Lissandra’s wish and make her a widow. All the money in the world and A-List status isn’t going to be able to put Dylan Thomas back together again. Guess Thaddeus is going to have to ban my moves when he sees what happens to poor Mr. Thomas.” A sadistic smile spreads across his lips.
Jace leans back on the couch and grabs a hold of the remote control. He points it towards the television screen and turns it on as the scene fades.
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Dylan Thomas.
Do you think you actually stand a chance in this match? Do you believe you’re going to walk out as Champion? It’s highly unlikely, ask anyone their opinion on the matter. Amick and I are the hot feud heading into this triple threat match. You’re just the guy there to eat the pinfall. You talk about how you’ve just won the title and you’re not about to lose it so soon. Silly boy, you act like you have a say in the matter.
Sure, you beat Alice Knight to become Champion.
I mean, you beat a girl. A girl that was clearly mentally unstable and thought she was an Owl. So, umm, congrats? You sure worked REAL hard for that belt. But let’s face facts here. You’re barely an above average talent and with the arrival of more talented competition here in OCW? You just don’t measure up as someone who can hold the claim of Champion. Of course, you’ll argue that, you’ll kick and scream until I pry that Savage Championship from your cold, dead hands. However, I get it. I understand.
You like to call yourself Perfection Personified.
Fancy little moniker. Yet, if it held any kind of meaning then why are you only the Savage Champion and not the OCW Champion? Do you not know the definition of the word Perfection? See, that sums you up pretty well Dylan. You’re a guy that talks a whole lot but manages to say nothing at all. You and Amick better pray that you both can co-exist as a team to take me on because that’s the only shot either of you have of winning. You better meet up before the match, work out some kind of deal. You need to bring every single member of your A-Lister goon squad and use every weapon available.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately.
At first, I only came here to OCW to have a little fun. I wasn’t planning on taking this seriously and why would I when I’ve conquered the best of the best in High Octane Wrestling? I reduced myself to looking just like the rest of you. I was going to play at your level. But the more the days went by the more it ate at me. I don’t need to dumb myself down to give you idiots a chance. I don’t need to put on kid gloves to handle you fragile souls. You’re not getting the ‘Cartoon’ Jace Parker Davidson at Reformation. You’re getting the Villain; you’re getting the Conqueror. You’re getting the cold-hearted son of a bitch that kicked his own sister in the stomach and caused her to have a miscarriage just because her boyfriend looked at me the wrong way.
I will show the both of you why someone like CJ O’Donnell is afraid to come near me even on social media.
You just cosplay as Savage Champion, Dylan but the reality is that you’re soft. The money, the cushy lifestyle, the wife and kid have made your fortitude as iron clad as melted butter. Instead of training you’re going home in Limousines and visiting family. At least Amick is pretending to be a Last Action Hero before I cave in his skull on Sunday. You’re nothing more than a placeholder as Champion. When Reformation is over no one will even remember your short, uneventful reign as Savage Champion. You’ll move to the back of the line and take your place on the undercard of Massacre taking on some other unworthy piece of trash to a mid-level pop from the crowd.
You are delusional and you don’t measure up to me.
Amick is out here calling out people to face him on Massacre before he even takes a shot at winning the match on Sunday.
You act like you’re too good to come attack me after I beat your ass two weeks ago. It’s not bravado or intelligence. It’s fear, Dylan. It’s covered all over you like a bad case of swamp ass. Keep that mindset. Stand in your little corner and just let whatever happens happen. You can’t embarrass yourself if you don’t engage. Cause if you do engage?
I will show you why I am The King of Everything.
I will take your title.
I will take your dignity.
I will take everything you hold dear.
And I’ll burn it to the ground.
I will show you what it means to be a true Savage.
I will unleash a brutal amount of Unscripted Violence at Reformation.
And you’ll be left as nothing more than an answer to the trivia question, who did JPD beat to become OCW Savage Champion?
See you Sunday.
*coughs*
Pretend like I didn’t say that. So, we focus on a bit of a different location than we did last time. Instead of a wooded area outside of the Amish Community in Intercourse, Pennsylvania. We zoom in on another community in Lancaster County. This isn’t an Amish Community but a high-class Suburban neighborhood. Manheim Township is the name of this little slice of Heaven. Walking along the sidewalk of the neighborhood is Jace Parker Davidson along with Madison and his pet Lion named Ralph.
Elderly adults can be seen power walking throughout the neighborhood but turn and run away screaming when they see Ralph. Younger adults can be seen riding their bikes down the road. Jace sneers and tosses a rock at one biker, knocking him off of his bike and into oncoming traffic. A car has to swerve the poor man as the car horn blasts loudly. The bike is run over and demolished which causes Jace to double over laughing. Madison shakes her head as the trio continue to journey through the Suburban neighborhood.
“Is this really necessary? All of these houses pretty much look the same.” Madison commented while looking around.
“They are all decent houses, but we just have to find the right one.” Jace replied while rubbing his hand over his chin.
They continue looking around until finally Jace’s eyes land on a rather big house sitting on a good amount of land. He nods his head up and down as Madison tries to figure out what kind of stupid idea he’s cooking up in his head.
“That’s the one, let’s go.” Jace takes off towards the house as Ralph races behind him.
Madison groans then tries to keep up with the other two. They reach the land that the house is on and Madison stops to admire the fancy cars in the driveway. Jace and Ralph climb the steps onto the porch as Madison scurries behind them hoping that common sense will kick in before things get too out of hand.
“Why this house? This doesn’t look like a big Hollywood mansion.” Madison stands between Jace and the front door of the home.
“Well, you’re right, it’s not. However, it’s probably the biggest house we’re going to find here. We’ll just go inside and take a look.” Jace says nonchalantly.
“And just how do you plan on doing that?!” Madison asks and completely regrets the words that came out of her mouth.
Jace grabs Madison by the waist then lifts her off of her feet and places her down away from the door. Madison swoons a bit over being manhandled by Jace but quickly turns right back into panic mode as she watches Jace knock on the front door. Madison begins freaking out as Jace just stands there brushing his fingernails over the front of his shirt. After a moment or two a middle-aged man answers the door.
“Yes?” Man asked as he stood in the doorframe.
“Hi. You don’t know me but I’m going to need you to get the fuck out.” Jace says with a shit eating grin on his face.
“I’m sorry, what?” The man asks in a confused tone.
Jace just simply whistles and points towards the open door. Ralph leaps into action jumping on top of the man standing in the doorframe. The man screams for his life as Ralph walks over him and into the home. Loud screaming along with things being broken are heard coming from inside as Jace just casually stands there and looks over at Madison.
“You think there is an Arby’s anywhere near here? Getting kinda hungry.” Jace holds his hand over his stomach.
Madison sighs and just shrugs in response. They continue to wait on the porch of the home until the middle-aged man and his wife come running out of the house screaming. Their clothing is torn and shredded as they take off down the road pleading for help. Jace decides to step inside the home and finds Ralph in the kitchen eating the dinner that was left on the table. Jace looks around the living room and all the broken items that once decorated this little Utopia. He flops down on the leather couch in the middle of the room and smiles at his reflection in the 72 inch television screen in front of him.
“So, this is what it’s like to be Dylan Thomas?” Jace asks Madison who carefully steps into the home.
“I don’t think living in Lancaster County can count as an A-List lifestyle but it’s close.” Madison looks around at even that hasn’t been destroyed in the home.
“My question is… why does he do it?” Jace muses.
“Do what?” Madison turns her head confused.
“Wrestling, being the OCW Savage Champion? He clearly doesn’t NEED to do it. He got the big obnoxious home, the wife and the kid. Riding around in limousines and more money than he knows what to do with.” Jace explains.
Madison thinks about it as Jace continues.
“If I were rich, if I was an A-Lister? I sure as fuck wouldn’t be wrestling for a living. You apparently have more money than most athletes and yet you sign up to get punched in the face on a weekly basis? You’re going to risk your well-being and let people hit you with all kinds of weapons and such by being the Savage Champion? Either the guy is fucking stupid or all of this ‘wealth’ is just for show.” Jace picks up a fancy looking crystal bowl sitting on the table in front of the TV and tosses it over his shoulder.
The bowl collides with the floor and shatters into pieces causing Madison to jump and squeal in horror.
“Clearly, it's the fucking stupid option here. The guy got roofied back in Djibouti and now he thinks he’s some kind of spiritual being that fights the Gods. His wife needs to get him checked for CTE immediately and pull him out of this match on Sunday for his own safety. Or maybe that’s the plan? She wants him to get the shit knocked out of him. She cheers him on and pushes him to be OCW Savage Champion hoping he meets his end in the ring. Then all that sweet cash will be all hers and she won’t have to touch that loser's pee pee.” Jace raises his fingers into the air to emphasize just how small said pee pee must be.
Madison looks over at the small space between Jace’s fingers and says a silent little prayer to herself that he doesn’t have that problem.
“Fucking A-Lister with no movie credits, modeling experience, or anything important to his name. I mean who even was this guy before he won the OCW Savage Championship? He’ll wish he was cast as an extra in the next Clerks movie instead of showing up Sunday night. He stands in my way of capturing the title then I’ll grant Lissandra’s wish and make her a widow. All the money in the world and A-List status isn’t going to be able to put Dylan Thomas back together again. Guess Thaddeus is going to have to ban my moves when he sees what happens to poor Mr. Thomas.” A sadistic smile spreads across his lips.
Jace leans back on the couch and grabs a hold of the remote control. He points it towards the television screen and turns it on as the scene fades.
-----
Dylan Thomas.
Do you think you actually stand a chance in this match? Do you believe you’re going to walk out as Champion? It’s highly unlikely, ask anyone their opinion on the matter. Amick and I are the hot feud heading into this triple threat match. You’re just the guy there to eat the pinfall. You talk about how you’ve just won the title and you’re not about to lose it so soon. Silly boy, you act like you have a say in the matter.
Sure, you beat Alice Knight to become Champion.
I mean, you beat a girl. A girl that was clearly mentally unstable and thought she was an Owl. So, umm, congrats? You sure worked REAL hard for that belt. But let’s face facts here. You’re barely an above average talent and with the arrival of more talented competition here in OCW? You just don’t measure up as someone who can hold the claim of Champion. Of course, you’ll argue that, you’ll kick and scream until I pry that Savage Championship from your cold, dead hands. However, I get it. I understand.
You like to call yourself Perfection Personified.
Fancy little moniker. Yet, if it held any kind of meaning then why are you only the Savage Champion and not the OCW Champion? Do you not know the definition of the word Perfection? See, that sums you up pretty well Dylan. You’re a guy that talks a whole lot but manages to say nothing at all. You and Amick better pray that you both can co-exist as a team to take me on because that’s the only shot either of you have of winning. You better meet up before the match, work out some kind of deal. You need to bring every single member of your A-Lister goon squad and use every weapon available.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately.
At first, I only came here to OCW to have a little fun. I wasn’t planning on taking this seriously and why would I when I’ve conquered the best of the best in High Octane Wrestling? I reduced myself to looking just like the rest of you. I was going to play at your level. But the more the days went by the more it ate at me. I don’t need to dumb myself down to give you idiots a chance. I don’t need to put on kid gloves to handle you fragile souls. You’re not getting the ‘Cartoon’ Jace Parker Davidson at Reformation. You’re getting the Villain; you’re getting the Conqueror. You’re getting the cold-hearted son of a bitch that kicked his own sister in the stomach and caused her to have a miscarriage just because her boyfriend looked at me the wrong way.
I will show the both of you why someone like CJ O’Donnell is afraid to come near me even on social media.
You just cosplay as Savage Champion, Dylan but the reality is that you’re soft. The money, the cushy lifestyle, the wife and kid have made your fortitude as iron clad as melted butter. Instead of training you’re going home in Limousines and visiting family. At least Amick is pretending to be a Last Action Hero before I cave in his skull on Sunday. You’re nothing more than a placeholder as Champion. When Reformation is over no one will even remember your short, uneventful reign as Savage Champion. You’ll move to the back of the line and take your place on the undercard of Massacre taking on some other unworthy piece of trash to a mid-level pop from the crowd.
You are delusional and you don’t measure up to me.
Amick is out here calling out people to face him on Massacre before he even takes a shot at winning the match on Sunday.
You act like you’re too good to come attack me after I beat your ass two weeks ago. It’s not bravado or intelligence. It’s fear, Dylan. It’s covered all over you like a bad case of swamp ass. Keep that mindset. Stand in your little corner and just let whatever happens happen. You can’t embarrass yourself if you don’t engage. Cause if you do engage?
I will show you why I am The King of Everything.
I will take your title.
I will take your dignity.
I will take everything you hold dear.
And I’ll burn it to the ground.
I will show you what it means to be a true Savage.
I will unleash a brutal amount of Unscripted Violence at Reformation.
And you’ll be left as nothing more than an answer to the trivia question, who did JPD beat to become OCW Savage Champion?
See you Sunday.