Post by Victor Jace on Feb 22, 2015 12:24:12 GMT
A knock on the door caused a blacked out Victor Jace to stir.
Victor Jace: Ugh, my head...
Jace rolled out of the puddle of drool that had accumulated under his head on the kitchen floor as he awoke from his drunken slumber. To say his head had been throbbing would be an understatement, it was more like it had been hit by a hammer. A second knock could be heard echoing throughout the apartment.
Victor Jace: Coming!
Jace had spent the better part of the night drunk, in an attempt to suppress and perhaps destroy the memories of his failed attempt at kissing his ex-wife Stephanie. His head pounded as the sound of each footstep reached his eardrums, as if he was being struck by lightning bolts from Zeus himself.
After what seemed like an eternity he finally managed to get to the door and, without realizing he was wearing nothing but his boxers, opened it up. A cold breeze overtook his body as the wind rushed down the hallway of his apartment complex, but Jace didn’t notice. Instead, he found himself looking directly into the eyes of the love of his life, his ex-wife Stephanie.
Stephanie: Wow, you look like shit...
Stephanie smiled to show that she was joking whilst Jace motioned for her to across the threshold and enter his apartment. As she passed through the doorway Jace couldn’t help but notice her odd body language. It was as if she was excited, or perhaps nervous about something.
Victor Jace: Feel like shit to...
Jace ran his hand through his hair as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed an empty glass to fill with water whilst Stephanie followed closely behind him, all the while remaining speechless.
Victor Jace: Sorry...is everything OK?
Stephanie looked at him with a smile on her face, their eyes meeting just as they had the night before everything began to fall apart. Jace’s heart began to beat faster as he became more and more anxious.
Stephanie: I think we should talk about what happened the other night, Vic...
Jace’s heart skipped a beat. The last thing he wanted to do was relive the painful memories of the his pathetic attempt to rekindle a relationship long since dead, but he found himself compelled to comply and nodded his head as if to say OK before opening his mouth to speak.
Victor Jace: I’m sorry, Steph. I really am.
Stephanie continued to smile at him as he turned his head away in embarrassment. Inside the ring, he was this confident, ready to rumble bad ass, but when dealing with Stephanie he found himself a bit less confident and more than shy when it came to confrontation.
Stephanie: Don’t worry about it, in a way...I’m kind of glad that it happened.
Her words reached Victor who found himself taken back by the statement. Just what did she mean by that? Even in his wildest dreams Jace couldn’t imagine the scenario that was about go go down.
Stephanie: When you tried to kiss me, memories of our past came back to me. I remembered the fun we used to have, all the pleasure and all the pain to...they were memories that I had tried to forget a long time ago, but I’m glad I didn’t.
Jace wasn’t exactly sure what was about to happen but his stomach had started to feel fuzzy as butterflies tickled his insides.
Victor Jace: You’re...glad?
Stephanie: Well, I’ve been thinking about it...a lot actually, especially since you’ve been so good to Kevin and I think...maybe...we should give our relationship a second chance.
Jace’s heart skipped a beat. A second chance? This is something he had always hoped would happen but definitely not something he thought ever truly would.
Victor Jace: Steph I-
Just as Victor opened his mouth to speak something terrible happened. A curvaceous blonde haired woman walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but a button down t-shirt of Victor’s that just barely managed to cover the neon green thong hiding her modesty. The look on Stephanie's face changed from one of sincerity to one of anger as she looked upon the nearly naked lady.
Jace turned to face the blonde, whose name he could not seem to recall, and angrily gestured for her to leave but Stephanie was already irate. Without even saying a word she clocked the women in the side of the head with a stiff right hand that would make most people in the pro wrestling business jealous, sending her hard to the ground. An agitated Stephanie grabbed her jacket from the chair and stomps her way towards the front door as Jace chased after her.
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Danger Zone. An event that I very much thought I would be left off from. It’s no mystery to anybody that this company has been holding me back since day one, but now...now it seems like they’ve finally caved in and are giving me a match more fitting to my prestige.
You see, at Danger Zone when I take on the resident rookie that is Alexander Atwater, I will earn the match that should be my God given right and I’ll finally be allowed to face off against Warren Kidd and claim my first title in this business.
But Alex, you’re just as confident as I am, aren’t you? You claim to be no ordinary rookie, you said you’d worked with men who had already put me down but is that really true? I could give you a list of names, a compiled and detailed check sheet of every man who has beaten me and I promise you that it wouldn’t even be half a page long.
You told me that if I beat you, I’d gain nothing because you’re just a rookie. A contradiction to another statement you made, but a false statement for other reasons as well. Beating you will grant me the opportunity, no, beating you basically hands me the Invictus Championship, do you understand that?
You, Alexander Atwater, who had the audacity to claim that you’re one of the deadliest war machines in American history but the reality is you’re just a wannabe Chris Kyle. You get that? No matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, you will never be as good as the legendary American Sniper. You’ll never have a movie, or a best selling book. You’re just a filthy mercenary without a cause, a clueless individual in the wrong business.
But that’s what makes us so different, while you are out of place in this industry, I’m right at home. Make no mistake, Alex, the name Veteran of Violence wasn’t something I just started calling myself. It was bestowed upon me by the legends of this business as they fell before me time after time, it’s a title I earned.
If I had a dollar for every kid like yourself who underestimated me, I’d be a millionaire and I’d be able to retire and live a life of luxury. Do you know how many people have told me they were gonna kick my teeth out? Countless. Do you know how many have actually succeeded? Zero.
What makes you any different?
You said it yourself, you’ve been here for a year and a half. You’re a rookie, just a kid in this business. Yet you talk as if you’ve done everything, been everywhere. But this is a business that’s all about paying dues and respecting your veterans. I, am your veteran whether you like it or not and you WILL respect me.
But hey, you’re more than welcome to run your mouth if it makes you feel better. I mean, you’re probably just nervous about facing somebody of my calibur, right? Who wouldn’t be. Your palms are sweaty, knees weak and arms heavy, and you know what?
That’s normal.
You’re not facing off against your average everyday competitor, you’re facing off against the Veteran of Violence himself! The man, the myth, the legend, Victor Jace! Hell, I’d be scared of me to if I ever was told I had to compete against myself.
Face the facts, Alex. You’re outmatched and outclassed and after I defeat you at Danger Zone, I’m going to go on and clash with Warren Kid and claim his throne at the top of the Invictus division.
Speaking of which...
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Victor Jace: Stephanie wait!
Jace frantically chased after his ex-wife hoping to salvage the situation. He had finally been given the opportunity of a second chance with the love of his life but his actions the previous night had proven to be nothing more than sabotage for his own happiness. Finally, as they reached the end of the hallway he managed to catch her and place a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Stephanie twirled around and promptly slapped him across the face as hard as she could.
Stephanie: Don’t you dare touch me with those filthy hands!
Her temper had always been a nasty one but Jace had never seen her quite this angry. The look in her eyes at that very moment was so terrifying that Jace thought he had wound up in the middle of one of his Xander’s crazy anime shows.
Victor Jace: Steph, I’m sorry. If I had known you felt this way I’d have never slept with her!
His words were true and Jace had always been faithful, but her anger wasn’t allowing her the ability to think rationally.
Stephanie: No Victor, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for thinking you had matured above this sort of thing. Who was she anyway? Is that your girlfriend? Does she know you tried to kiss me?
Jace’s face shifted to one of shock. A girlfriend? To him the thought was preposterous as he had rarely ever thought about other women, but he could tell that Stephanie honestly believed in the possibility.
Victor Jace: No Steph, she’s just a lapse in judgement. Something that happened when I got drunk that I deeply regret...
His eyes showed sincerity as he spoke, but Stephanie didn’t seem to notice. Her arms were folded in front of her chest as she stared coldly into his eyes, the loving stare that had been there earlier was long gone.
Stephanie: I don’t even want to talk to you right now...just go back to your shitty apartment and be with that slut!
Stephanie turned around and hastily exited the complex. Jace had opened his mouth to try and stop but found himself unable to force any words out. Defeated and hurt, he slumped back to his apartment and checked on the poor girl his ex-wife had nearly knocked out.
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...Warren Kidd, eh? The current king of the division I find myself placed in, yet I find myself less than impressed at his reputation. Nine wins, ten losses, comes out to a forty three percent win rate. That, Warren, is a failing grade. Compare that to my record, boy. You have five times the losses and not even double the wins, and you’ve been here like ten times as long. I mean come on, are you really going to let this newcomer show you up like this?
Then again, I guess you don’t have a choice do you? You know you can’t best me. Anywhere, anything, you know that I’ll come out on top. You’ve watched me compete week after week, month after month and you’ve realized that I am your superior.
Great, isn’t it? Being honest with yourself, I mean.
But I know the truth to, Warren. I know how badly you want to win this match, how badly you think you need to win this match and that’s where we’re the same. The only difference is that I want it so much more, I need it so much more. Since day one the brass behind the curtains have been holding me back, they’ve told me I wasn’t ready and stuck me with idiots that couldn’t offer any form of competition.
And that’s exactly why I WILL beat you.
I have absolutely nothing to lose, yet everything to gain. If I lose, do you think they’ll care? No. They’ll just throw me back under the rug and book me against Gaither again. But if I win...if I beat a member of the main roster and win that glorious championship title, they’ll be forced to take notice.
That’s why I NEED to win.
So be ready, Warren. Be prepared because when I beat Alexander Atwater, I’ll be gunning for you, and when we step into that ring together, after the match is over, I want you to look deep into my eyes and realize just who it was that beat you. I want you to realize just how superior I am so that you never, ever, get in my way again. Get it? Got it? Good.
I can’t lose to you, Kidd. I can’t lose to anybody. Not until I’ve claimed what’s rightfully mine and I find myself sitting on top of the world once again. Not until the referee raises my arm and hands me that beautiful championship of yours.
I’m going to redefine what it means to be a champion, I’m going to raise the bar and elevate the Invictus Championship to be on par, or even greater than the Imperial Championship! Thats the type of man I am, Warren. That’s the type of man you wish you could be, isn’t it?
I’m going to take more than just your title, I’m going to take your dignity, your pride. I’m going to turn you into nothing more than a sniveling worm left in the dirt with nothing to do but dig a deep hole to bury himself in and hide from the light of day because he’s ashamed of what he’s become.
You won't even be fit to be used as fishing bait when I’m done with you, Warren, let alone be a champion. You’ll be left on the ground, beaten, bloody...defeated struggling to breath. I’m going to break your arms, your legs, your ribs. I’m going to ring your neck. I will literally do whatever it takes to beat you.
And I WILL beat you, that’s a promise.
Warren Kidd. Alexander Atwater. Two more names that’ll be erased from history forever after I’m done with them. See you soon, boys. Good luck, you’ll need it.
Victor Jace: Ugh, my head...
Jace rolled out of the puddle of drool that had accumulated under his head on the kitchen floor as he awoke from his drunken slumber. To say his head had been throbbing would be an understatement, it was more like it had been hit by a hammer. A second knock could be heard echoing throughout the apartment.
Victor Jace: Coming!
Jace had spent the better part of the night drunk, in an attempt to suppress and perhaps destroy the memories of his failed attempt at kissing his ex-wife Stephanie. His head pounded as the sound of each footstep reached his eardrums, as if he was being struck by lightning bolts from Zeus himself.
After what seemed like an eternity he finally managed to get to the door and, without realizing he was wearing nothing but his boxers, opened it up. A cold breeze overtook his body as the wind rushed down the hallway of his apartment complex, but Jace didn’t notice. Instead, he found himself looking directly into the eyes of the love of his life, his ex-wife Stephanie.
Stephanie: Wow, you look like shit...
Stephanie smiled to show that she was joking whilst Jace motioned for her to across the threshold and enter his apartment. As she passed through the doorway Jace couldn’t help but notice her odd body language. It was as if she was excited, or perhaps nervous about something.
Victor Jace: Feel like shit to...
Jace ran his hand through his hair as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed an empty glass to fill with water whilst Stephanie followed closely behind him, all the while remaining speechless.
Victor Jace: Sorry...is everything OK?
Stephanie looked at him with a smile on her face, their eyes meeting just as they had the night before everything began to fall apart. Jace’s heart began to beat faster as he became more and more anxious.
Stephanie: I think we should talk about what happened the other night, Vic...
Jace’s heart skipped a beat. The last thing he wanted to do was relive the painful memories of the his pathetic attempt to rekindle a relationship long since dead, but he found himself compelled to comply and nodded his head as if to say OK before opening his mouth to speak.
Victor Jace: I’m sorry, Steph. I really am.
Stephanie continued to smile at him as he turned his head away in embarrassment. Inside the ring, he was this confident, ready to rumble bad ass, but when dealing with Stephanie he found himself a bit less confident and more than shy when it came to confrontation.
Stephanie: Don’t worry about it, in a way...I’m kind of glad that it happened.
Her words reached Victor who found himself taken back by the statement. Just what did she mean by that? Even in his wildest dreams Jace couldn’t imagine the scenario that was about go go down.
Stephanie: When you tried to kiss me, memories of our past came back to me. I remembered the fun we used to have, all the pleasure and all the pain to...they were memories that I had tried to forget a long time ago, but I’m glad I didn’t.
Jace wasn’t exactly sure what was about to happen but his stomach had started to feel fuzzy as butterflies tickled his insides.
Victor Jace: You’re...glad?
Stephanie: Well, I’ve been thinking about it...a lot actually, especially since you’ve been so good to Kevin and I think...maybe...we should give our relationship a second chance.
Jace’s heart skipped a beat. A second chance? This is something he had always hoped would happen but definitely not something he thought ever truly would.
Victor Jace: Steph I-
Just as Victor opened his mouth to speak something terrible happened. A curvaceous blonde haired woman walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but a button down t-shirt of Victor’s that just barely managed to cover the neon green thong hiding her modesty. The look on Stephanie's face changed from one of sincerity to one of anger as she looked upon the nearly naked lady.
Jace turned to face the blonde, whose name he could not seem to recall, and angrily gestured for her to leave but Stephanie was already irate. Without even saying a word she clocked the women in the side of the head with a stiff right hand that would make most people in the pro wrestling business jealous, sending her hard to the ground. An agitated Stephanie grabbed her jacket from the chair and stomps her way towards the front door as Jace chased after her.
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Danger Zone. An event that I very much thought I would be left off from. It’s no mystery to anybody that this company has been holding me back since day one, but now...now it seems like they’ve finally caved in and are giving me a match more fitting to my prestige.
You see, at Danger Zone when I take on the resident rookie that is Alexander Atwater, I will earn the match that should be my God given right and I’ll finally be allowed to face off against Warren Kidd and claim my first title in this business.
But Alex, you’re just as confident as I am, aren’t you? You claim to be no ordinary rookie, you said you’d worked with men who had already put me down but is that really true? I could give you a list of names, a compiled and detailed check sheet of every man who has beaten me and I promise you that it wouldn’t even be half a page long.
You told me that if I beat you, I’d gain nothing because you’re just a rookie. A contradiction to another statement you made, but a false statement for other reasons as well. Beating you will grant me the opportunity, no, beating you basically hands me the Invictus Championship, do you understand that?
You, Alexander Atwater, who had the audacity to claim that you’re one of the deadliest war machines in American history but the reality is you’re just a wannabe Chris Kyle. You get that? No matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, you will never be as good as the legendary American Sniper. You’ll never have a movie, or a best selling book. You’re just a filthy mercenary without a cause, a clueless individual in the wrong business.
But that’s what makes us so different, while you are out of place in this industry, I’m right at home. Make no mistake, Alex, the name Veteran of Violence wasn’t something I just started calling myself. It was bestowed upon me by the legends of this business as they fell before me time after time, it’s a title I earned.
If I had a dollar for every kid like yourself who underestimated me, I’d be a millionaire and I’d be able to retire and live a life of luxury. Do you know how many people have told me they were gonna kick my teeth out? Countless. Do you know how many have actually succeeded? Zero.
What makes you any different?
You said it yourself, you’ve been here for a year and a half. You’re a rookie, just a kid in this business. Yet you talk as if you’ve done everything, been everywhere. But this is a business that’s all about paying dues and respecting your veterans. I, am your veteran whether you like it or not and you WILL respect me.
But hey, you’re more than welcome to run your mouth if it makes you feel better. I mean, you’re probably just nervous about facing somebody of my calibur, right? Who wouldn’t be. Your palms are sweaty, knees weak and arms heavy, and you know what?
That’s normal.
You’re not facing off against your average everyday competitor, you’re facing off against the Veteran of Violence himself! The man, the myth, the legend, Victor Jace! Hell, I’d be scared of me to if I ever was told I had to compete against myself.
Face the facts, Alex. You’re outmatched and outclassed and after I defeat you at Danger Zone, I’m going to go on and clash with Warren Kid and claim his throne at the top of the Invictus division.
Speaking of which...
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Victor Jace: Stephanie wait!
Jace frantically chased after his ex-wife hoping to salvage the situation. He had finally been given the opportunity of a second chance with the love of his life but his actions the previous night had proven to be nothing more than sabotage for his own happiness. Finally, as they reached the end of the hallway he managed to catch her and place a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Stephanie twirled around and promptly slapped him across the face as hard as she could.
Stephanie: Don’t you dare touch me with those filthy hands!
Her temper had always been a nasty one but Jace had never seen her quite this angry. The look in her eyes at that very moment was so terrifying that Jace thought he had wound up in the middle of one of his Xander’s crazy anime shows.
Victor Jace: Steph, I’m sorry. If I had known you felt this way I’d have never slept with her!
His words were true and Jace had always been faithful, but her anger wasn’t allowing her the ability to think rationally.
Stephanie: No Victor, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for thinking you had matured above this sort of thing. Who was she anyway? Is that your girlfriend? Does she know you tried to kiss me?
Jace’s face shifted to one of shock. A girlfriend? To him the thought was preposterous as he had rarely ever thought about other women, but he could tell that Stephanie honestly believed in the possibility.
Victor Jace: No Steph, she’s just a lapse in judgement. Something that happened when I got drunk that I deeply regret...
His eyes showed sincerity as he spoke, but Stephanie didn’t seem to notice. Her arms were folded in front of her chest as she stared coldly into his eyes, the loving stare that had been there earlier was long gone.
Stephanie: I don’t even want to talk to you right now...just go back to your shitty apartment and be with that slut!
Stephanie turned around and hastily exited the complex. Jace had opened his mouth to try and stop but found himself unable to force any words out. Defeated and hurt, he slumped back to his apartment and checked on the poor girl his ex-wife had nearly knocked out.
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...Warren Kidd, eh? The current king of the division I find myself placed in, yet I find myself less than impressed at his reputation. Nine wins, ten losses, comes out to a forty three percent win rate. That, Warren, is a failing grade. Compare that to my record, boy. You have five times the losses and not even double the wins, and you’ve been here like ten times as long. I mean come on, are you really going to let this newcomer show you up like this?
Then again, I guess you don’t have a choice do you? You know you can’t best me. Anywhere, anything, you know that I’ll come out on top. You’ve watched me compete week after week, month after month and you’ve realized that I am your superior.
Great, isn’t it? Being honest with yourself, I mean.
But I know the truth to, Warren. I know how badly you want to win this match, how badly you think you need to win this match and that’s where we’re the same. The only difference is that I want it so much more, I need it so much more. Since day one the brass behind the curtains have been holding me back, they’ve told me I wasn’t ready and stuck me with idiots that couldn’t offer any form of competition.
And that’s exactly why I WILL beat you.
I have absolutely nothing to lose, yet everything to gain. If I lose, do you think they’ll care? No. They’ll just throw me back under the rug and book me against Gaither again. But if I win...if I beat a member of the main roster and win that glorious championship title, they’ll be forced to take notice.
That’s why I NEED to win.
So be ready, Warren. Be prepared because when I beat Alexander Atwater, I’ll be gunning for you, and when we step into that ring together, after the match is over, I want you to look deep into my eyes and realize just who it was that beat you. I want you to realize just how superior I am so that you never, ever, get in my way again. Get it? Got it? Good.
I can’t lose to you, Kidd. I can’t lose to anybody. Not until I’ve claimed what’s rightfully mine and I find myself sitting on top of the world once again. Not until the referee raises my arm and hands me that beautiful championship of yours.
I’m going to redefine what it means to be a champion, I’m going to raise the bar and elevate the Invictus Championship to be on par, or even greater than the Imperial Championship! Thats the type of man I am, Warren. That’s the type of man you wish you could be, isn’t it?
I’m going to take more than just your title, I’m going to take your dignity, your pride. I’m going to turn you into nothing more than a sniveling worm left in the dirt with nothing to do but dig a deep hole to bury himself in and hide from the light of day because he’s ashamed of what he’s become.
You won't even be fit to be used as fishing bait when I’m done with you, Warren, let alone be a champion. You’ll be left on the ground, beaten, bloody...defeated struggling to breath. I’m going to break your arms, your legs, your ribs. I’m going to ring your neck. I will literally do whatever it takes to beat you.
And I WILL beat you, that’s a promise.
Warren Kidd. Alexander Atwater. Two more names that’ll be erased from history forever after I’m done with them. See you soon, boys. Good luck, you’ll need it.
Well howdy there pardner.