Post by Dave Rydell on Mar 20, 2015 20:04:18 GMT -5
Date: 17 March 2015
Time: 1043
Location: Ed Leonard’s Office…
As the traffic builds up on the streets of downtown Austin, Ed is in his office, staring out the window down onto the streets. He just scans, back and forth until a knock is heard on the door. He doesn’t take his eyes off of the population.
Ed: Come in…
The door opens, and in walks Dave Rydell. Rydell walks over next to Ed, and the two just gander about those involved in the “daily grind” of the work week.
Ed: Look at them all. Going about their day to day lives as if nothing is wrong. Some of them living a dream or a life that someone else envisioned for them. Others following their own dreams. And the select few, lost.
As Dave continues to watch, Ed goes into his mini bar and pours a glass of scotch, motioning to Dave as if to ask if he wants one, but Dave denies. Ed takes a sip and then walks over to his chair behind his desk and sits. Dave turns around, with his hands in his pockets.
Dave: Why are you looking for him?
Ed: Who?
Dave: You know who…
Ed: *sigh* You need him.
Dave: I don’t.
Ed: After what happened last night, you need all the help you can get. You need him.
Dave: Why after last night? Nothing has changed.
Ed: Graber double crossed you. You’re walking into a slaughter at the Melee.
Dave: I trust him.
Ed: Why? How can you? Miss Morgan knows his secret, and it’s clearly something that he doesn’t want revealed.
Dave: He doesn’t care about them.
Ed: Appearances are everything, Mr. Rydell.
Dave: And what it looks like to me, is that she is doing what she can to secure her team with as much of the company as she can.
Ed: My point. How can you trust him? How can you trust he won’t do it again?
Dave: He won’t. I trust him.
Ed just shakes his head.
Ed: You trust a man, who blind sided you because of something in his past, or something he doesn’t want known about him now.
Dave: I trust you. After everything you’ve done to me, you’d think I’m insane.
Ed: You understand my endgame. You don’t know his.
Dave: We both want the same thing.
Ed: How certain are you?
Dave: Incredibly certain.
Dave pauses, and sits in the chair across from Ed.
Dave: So where’s tweedle dee and tweedle dum today?
Ed: They’re busy.
Dave: Stop looking for him.
Ed: Why?
Dave: Because, Ed. He disappeared because he didn’t want to be found. I am good with it, he is good with it. I know what he is capable of, and so do you. Leave it alone.
Ed leans back in his chair, takes another sip of his scotch, and lets out a sigh.
Ed: Fine. But we need to get back on the same page. Whatever has happened over the last several months, it needs to end. Your distrust for me, my people, let it go.
Dave: Then you need to start getting on my page. You aren’t the one competing. So what if I want to be persistent to the point of ending my own career. It’s MY career. I hired you to manage me.
Ed: And that’s what I’m trying to do, is manage you.
Dave: No. Your job is to get the ball rolling on things that need done. Not try and stop me from achieving. You bailed on me, and then I won the Cross Hemisphere Title. Ever since then, it’s been all fucked up. Martin and I are going to win the Co-Op titles on Monday. And then I’m going into the Melee to win it.
Ed: And Battle Mania?
Dave: Please, those clowns have no clue what the hell they’re doing.
Ed: And Eden?
Dave: Especially her.
Ed: Do you see what I see when I look at the Syndicate?
Dave: Probably not.
Ed: What do you see?
Dave: Have you seen that new Sprint commercial? Where they ask how will we remember their unlimited plan?
Ed: Refresh my memory.
Dave: All I see is a bunch of narwals swimming around.
Ed: I see a group that is hungry for power. They want everything, and they will do whatever it takes. They will destroy anyone who stands in their way and that they see, as a possible threat to the throne.
Dave: They are cowardly, cheating, no good pieces of trash that are bringing this company down a few notches by being in possession of any kind of power.
Ed: What are you going to do about it?
Dave: What I do best. Everything I can to stop them.
Ed sips his scotch with a bit of a sadistic smirk on his face as the scene fades.
Date: 18 March 2015
Time: 1230
Location: Layover city… Not sure where...
As the sun shines down on the city, and the streets are flooded with people who still have to work the day after a huge drinking day, Dave Rydell is strolling down the sidewalk outside of his hotel he has for the next 24 hours. He turns a corner and heads down an alley, and then turns again. An open parking lot is there, with only two cars. Sitting on the hood of one, smoking a cigarette is Ichabod.
Dave: Do you believe me now?
Ichabod: I do.
Dave: I’m just glad we are meeting here instead of you breaking into my house.
Ichabod: You forgot to lock the door.
Dave: Hmm, fair enough.
Ichabod: You and I, we want what’s best for Martin. I’m not in this for a new best friend. I’m in this because he is like a brother to me.
Dave: You know why I’m in this.
Ichabod: Spell it out for me, just so we are clear.
Dave: Eden, Wallace, King, they are a cancer to this organization. They need to be removed. You, me, Martin… We can do it. We can take over this place. But we are going to need the helping hand of one more person.
Ichabod: Who?
Dave: Who is the one guy, that you would never think in a million years I would associate with?
Ichabod: No… really?
Dave: Outside of this group we are forming, he is truly the ONLY other person I trust on the roster.
Ichabod: I don’t know.
Dave: I’ve already made contact with him. He wants to meet. The three of us as soon as possible.
Ichabod: Well, it won’t hurt to meet. See what he’s all about…
Dave: Agreed. Now, we just need to find Martin.
Ichabod: I think I have an idea to get him there. I know someone very willing and ready to do what needs to be done for this to happen.
Dave: Who?
Ichabod: Let’s just say, it’s someone who is absolutely dying to have a lunch date with an associate of your contact…
Dave cracks a smile and chuckles, so does Ichabod.
Ichabod: Let’s get to it then, shall we?
Fade out.
Date: 21 March 2015
Time: 1558
Location: Barcelona, Spain…
As Dave Rydell gets out of a cab outside of his hotel in Spain, he pulls his bag out with him. He tips the driver a few bucks and turns to look at the massive hotel. Fans from all over have made the journey for the Massive Melee event. A few spot him and start to wave, he acknowledges them. He slings his bag and goes into the hotel to check in. Once he’s there, he sees a familiar face…
Dave: I didn’t think you’d join me.
Ed: I was wondering when you’d arrive. I’ve been here for a day already.
Dave: How did you get here so fast?
Ed: Oh Dave, you know I have my own plane.
Dave: I’m still trying to figure that one out.
Ed: The less you know about what I indulge myself with in my off time, the better for you.
Dave: Right…
Dave walks over to the counter and checks in. He receives his room key and signs the paperwork for his room. As he and Ed start to make their way through the huge lobby, they begin to converse again.
Ed: I assume you’ve seen the press conference from one, Alan Wallace?
Dave: Yep, I sure did.
Ed: I also assume you know aligning yourself with Mr. vonKnorre is probably not the best idea, right?
Dave: Why wouldn’t it be? I trust him.
Ed: That seems to be a common theme these days. Mr. Ichabod doesn’t get why Martin trusts you, I don’t get why you trust Martin, and now the three of you trust Klaus. Is there anything at all, I should be worried about?
Dave: Not at all, trust me.
As Dave says that, he smirks and enters the elevator. As the doors shut, Ed just looks on. Cut scene.
Date: Some time ago, before Outlast…
Time: Hell I can’t remember…
Location: Locker room area during a Synergy episode...
The camera fades in on Holden Orson and Red Fusion in one of the locker rooms.
Red Fusion: You know, I always wondered how every arena had so many locker rooms for each person to get their own.
Holden Orson: Eh, I don’t use one.
Red Fusion: Why not?
Holden Orson: That’s too mainstream man. Anyway, you wanted to talk?
Red Fusion: As you know, I’ve been selected as a team captain for Outlast, against KvK and his goon squad.
Holden: Right…?
Red Fusion: I’ve got a slot open. I want you on my team.
Holden: Why me?
Red Fusion: Something about you… I’ve never seen or heard of you before you came here, and frankly, no one knows a bit about you. I talked to my manager, who is incredibly good at finding things out, and he can’t find a damn thing.
Holden: So then why me?
Red Fusion: You’ve got the motions, the intellect, and the ring prowess of a true veteran, someone who’s been in the business for a while. Now, I don’t need to know the particulars, or anything of your past. All I know is I could use someone like you on my team to take down KvK.
Holden: Of course.
Red Fusion: I know you’ve been asking around to join a team, and you’ve asked me once before. But I had to be sure. And there’s something here. Hell, if things work out, maybe we can continue to team.
Holden: Tag teams are too mainstream.
Red Fusion: Heh, well, are you in for Outlast at least?
For just a moment, Orson ponders.
Holden: Absolutely.
The two shake hands as the scene cuts out.
Date: 22 March 2015
Time: 1743
Location: Hotel bar, Barcelona, Spain…
As Dave Rydell sits at the table, enjoying a glass of rum, a man walks up to the bar, wearing a vintage “Red Fusion” shirt from the old “LWF” days. Dave looks at it and smiles. Dave signals for the bartender and says a few things. The bartender walks over to the man, says some stuff and points at Dave, who raises his glass to the man. The man smiles, receives his drink and walks over to Dave. The two shake hands instantly.
Man: Wow, you really didn’t have to.
Dave: It’s no problem. Always nice to see a fan, especially a long time fan.
Man: We’ve met once before you know. You and Lone Wolf had won the LWF Tag Titles for the second time. That guy was a real prick.
Dave: Yeah, well, he was part of the wrong crowd. But I appreciate the support.
Man: Of course. Oh, by the way, my names Brandon.
Dave: Nice to meet you.
Brandon: I’ve got to be honest. While this is awesome to see you again, and I am here strictly as a fan of your work, I am also a reporter. So if I come off as such, don’t pay attention.
Dave: Hazards of the job, I get it. Since you’re here, what’s on your mind?
Brandon: Oh, like an interview?
Dave: Why not?
Brandon: Oh geez, I wasn’t prepared. Um, ok! So, Vain has made some pretty serious statements regarding your career and how you aren’t main event material, care to comment?
Dave: Wallace is delusional, so is his pal, King. Wallace gave up a chance at a certain level of greatness, for a shot at something he is probably not going to win.
Brandon: The UGWC World Championship?
Dave: Exactly. He gave up a chance to hold on to the Cross Hemisphere title and set himself up in the record books. Some people call it smart, I call it crazy. I call it insane. You join the business to be a Champion. Some people pride themselves on being the greatest type of wrestler, some strive for the World title, others do what they need to do to make their mark. That’s what I do. I make my name. If I win the World Title, I will do what I can do be the best damn World Champion there is. If I win the Cross Hemisphere title, I will do the same. I plan on doing that with the Co-Op titles tomorrow.
Brandon: You did win the Cross Hemisphere Title for a record, 4th time. The only one in history to do so. What happened?
Dave: Look, not everyone can make that mark they wish to make. It’s a fact of life. People fall. It’s all about the bounce back. I fell, literally, into a fucking lake and lost my title.
Brandon: And at Infinity, you failed to get it back.
Dave: Right. I did. I’ll admit it, I lost and I didn’t get the job done. That’s where Vain and I differ. He gave up the belt, why? To get a shot at Klaus and the World Title? I don’t think so. I think it’s a cover. I think he went and looked at who was going for the Cross Hemisphere Title and didn’t want to be shamed with losing. So he bailed. And now he’s just using his current match to cover up his fear of loss. That’s just my opinion though.
Brandon: What makes you think that you and the Mainstreamer are going to win the Co-Operative Titles?
Dave: Why wouldn’t we win them?
Brandon: Because you failed to do so at Infinity.
Dave: And we bounced back. We beat every single team that was thrown at us in the Streak of Success. We beat them all, including Hastings and Roberts. Regardless of them making whatever come back they decided to make, they are the history of this company. They are the names you think of when you hear the letters of the company. And we beat them.
Brandon: You only beat them because the Syndicate interfered.
Dave: We still beat them. We had the match won anyway, we just didn’t win how we planned to. That’s the problem with a lot of people today, including some on the roster. It isn’t a matter of how, it’s that we did. A disqualification win is the same as a pinfall or a submission.
Brandon: Except in a title match.
Dave: True, but then there are also side rules that can be put in place. I could go on and on about particulars. The fact is, Martin and I won the streak of success against the UGWC’s best. And now we are set to dethrone the ones with the gold. We are set to take out those in power. Ichabod is going to bring home the Cross Hemisphere Title, and Klaus will remain the World Champion. Chaos? He’s going to pulverize that shit stain, Killian and deny him. The Syndicate is going to lose everything tomorrow night.
Dave pauses, takes a sip of his rum, and as Brandon begins to talk again, Dave puts a hand up.
Dave: Wallace can call me a mid card player all he wants. I showed up to this company five years ago with the LWF World Title, and I gave Hastings a run for his money in that match. But I lost. And do you know what all of that means now?
Brandon: I don’t.
Dave: It means nothing. Can you tell me why?
Brandon: Because you lost?
Dave: No. Wrong. It means nothing because it isn’t what’s happening now. See, week in and week out, we go into new adventures and experiences. We go into them with our own intentions. They don’t always play out. If they did, we would have a lot of people winning the World Title. I have my eyes set on three things tomorrow night.
Brandon: What’s that?
Dave: Winning the Co-Operative Titles from those nimrods, making Wallace and Killian hurt, suffer, and lose part of their being.
Brandon: And the third thing?
Dave: Winning the Massive Melee for the first time. I’ve been part of that event every year, except two. I have yet to win one.
Brandon: Since it’s inception in UGWC, Eden has won them both.
Dave: And she’s not going to make it a third time. I can promise you that.
Brandon: Back to your title match… Do you and Martin have a plan?
Dave: Of course we do. We always have a plan, why do you think we got this title shot? We earned it. We planned it out, the plan worked, and now we are going to finish what we started.
Brandon: Are you sure he can be trusted?
Dave: What the hell is with that question? Yes, he and I have discussed what happened and even when it went down, I knew what was happening. I knew he was in a tough spot. I don’t blame him. I probably would have done the same thing. But he knows the value of friendship and being part of a team. He knows what we can do and are going to do. Sex and Violence may think they have this in the bag, but the truth is, they’re in over their heads. The truth is, they are underestimating us, and they have, every step of the way. Call it tenacity, call it perseverance, call it whatever you want. Martin and myself are walking out of the Massive Melee as the official UGWC Co-Operative Champions.
Brandon: Wow, thank you so much for your time. As a fan though, could there be any way I could get a picture with you and Mainstreamer?
Dave: Catch us tomorrow after we win the belts, I’ll make sure you get that photo.
Brandon: Thanks again for your time, and the drink. It’s been a real pleasure.
The two shake hands and Brandon scurries off. Dave goes back to his drink, finishing it off. He signals to the bartender for another and gets it. He takes a sip, and sits there. A glazed look comes over his eyes.
Dave: I hope you’re ready. Tomorrow night, we give them everything we have, and get what we came here to get.
*silence*
Dave: No, I understand. But I’m glad we didn’t. Martin can be trusted. We need to focus of taking out the Syndicate. Once and for all.
End.
Time: 1043
Location: Ed Leonard’s Office…
As the traffic builds up on the streets of downtown Austin, Ed is in his office, staring out the window down onto the streets. He just scans, back and forth until a knock is heard on the door. He doesn’t take his eyes off of the population.
Ed: Come in…
The door opens, and in walks Dave Rydell. Rydell walks over next to Ed, and the two just gander about those involved in the “daily grind” of the work week.
Ed: Look at them all. Going about their day to day lives as if nothing is wrong. Some of them living a dream or a life that someone else envisioned for them. Others following their own dreams. And the select few, lost.
As Dave continues to watch, Ed goes into his mini bar and pours a glass of scotch, motioning to Dave as if to ask if he wants one, but Dave denies. Ed takes a sip and then walks over to his chair behind his desk and sits. Dave turns around, with his hands in his pockets.
Dave: Why are you looking for him?
Ed: Who?
Dave: You know who…
Ed: *sigh* You need him.
Dave: I don’t.
Ed: After what happened last night, you need all the help you can get. You need him.
Dave: Why after last night? Nothing has changed.
Ed: Graber double crossed you. You’re walking into a slaughter at the Melee.
Dave: I trust him.
Ed: Why? How can you? Miss Morgan knows his secret, and it’s clearly something that he doesn’t want revealed.
Dave: He doesn’t care about them.
Ed: Appearances are everything, Mr. Rydell.
Dave: And what it looks like to me, is that she is doing what she can to secure her team with as much of the company as she can.
Ed: My point. How can you trust him? How can you trust he won’t do it again?
Dave: He won’t. I trust him.
Ed just shakes his head.
Ed: You trust a man, who blind sided you because of something in his past, or something he doesn’t want known about him now.
Dave: I trust you. After everything you’ve done to me, you’d think I’m insane.
Ed: You understand my endgame. You don’t know his.
Dave: We both want the same thing.
Ed: How certain are you?
Dave: Incredibly certain.
Dave pauses, and sits in the chair across from Ed.
Dave: So where’s tweedle dee and tweedle dum today?
Ed: They’re busy.
Dave: Stop looking for him.
Ed: Why?
Dave: Because, Ed. He disappeared because he didn’t want to be found. I am good with it, he is good with it. I know what he is capable of, and so do you. Leave it alone.
Ed leans back in his chair, takes another sip of his scotch, and lets out a sigh.
Ed: Fine. But we need to get back on the same page. Whatever has happened over the last several months, it needs to end. Your distrust for me, my people, let it go.
Dave: Then you need to start getting on my page. You aren’t the one competing. So what if I want to be persistent to the point of ending my own career. It’s MY career. I hired you to manage me.
Ed: And that’s what I’m trying to do, is manage you.
Dave: No. Your job is to get the ball rolling on things that need done. Not try and stop me from achieving. You bailed on me, and then I won the Cross Hemisphere Title. Ever since then, it’s been all fucked up. Martin and I are going to win the Co-Op titles on Monday. And then I’m going into the Melee to win it.
Ed: And Battle Mania?
Dave: Please, those clowns have no clue what the hell they’re doing.
Ed: And Eden?
Dave: Especially her.
Ed: Do you see what I see when I look at the Syndicate?
Dave: Probably not.
Ed: What do you see?
Dave: Have you seen that new Sprint commercial? Where they ask how will we remember their unlimited plan?
Ed: Refresh my memory.
Dave: All I see is a bunch of narwals swimming around.
Ed: I see a group that is hungry for power. They want everything, and they will do whatever it takes. They will destroy anyone who stands in their way and that they see, as a possible threat to the throne.
Dave: They are cowardly, cheating, no good pieces of trash that are bringing this company down a few notches by being in possession of any kind of power.
Ed: What are you going to do about it?
Dave: What I do best. Everything I can to stop them.
Ed sips his scotch with a bit of a sadistic smirk on his face as the scene fades.
Date: 18 March 2015
Time: 1230
Location: Layover city… Not sure where...
As the sun shines down on the city, and the streets are flooded with people who still have to work the day after a huge drinking day, Dave Rydell is strolling down the sidewalk outside of his hotel he has for the next 24 hours. He turns a corner and heads down an alley, and then turns again. An open parking lot is there, with only two cars. Sitting on the hood of one, smoking a cigarette is Ichabod.
Dave: Do you believe me now?
Ichabod: I do.
Dave: I’m just glad we are meeting here instead of you breaking into my house.
Ichabod: You forgot to lock the door.
Dave: Hmm, fair enough.
Ichabod: You and I, we want what’s best for Martin. I’m not in this for a new best friend. I’m in this because he is like a brother to me.
Dave: You know why I’m in this.
Ichabod: Spell it out for me, just so we are clear.
Dave: Eden, Wallace, King, they are a cancer to this organization. They need to be removed. You, me, Martin… We can do it. We can take over this place. But we are going to need the helping hand of one more person.
Ichabod: Who?
Dave: Who is the one guy, that you would never think in a million years I would associate with?
Ichabod: No… really?
Dave: Outside of this group we are forming, he is truly the ONLY other person I trust on the roster.
Ichabod: I don’t know.
Dave: I’ve already made contact with him. He wants to meet. The three of us as soon as possible.
Ichabod: Well, it won’t hurt to meet. See what he’s all about…
Dave: Agreed. Now, we just need to find Martin.
Ichabod: I think I have an idea to get him there. I know someone very willing and ready to do what needs to be done for this to happen.
Dave: Who?
Ichabod: Let’s just say, it’s someone who is absolutely dying to have a lunch date with an associate of your contact…
Dave cracks a smile and chuckles, so does Ichabod.
Ichabod: Let’s get to it then, shall we?
Fade out.
Date: 21 March 2015
Time: 1558
Location: Barcelona, Spain…
As Dave Rydell gets out of a cab outside of his hotel in Spain, he pulls his bag out with him. He tips the driver a few bucks and turns to look at the massive hotel. Fans from all over have made the journey for the Massive Melee event. A few spot him and start to wave, he acknowledges them. He slings his bag and goes into the hotel to check in. Once he’s there, he sees a familiar face…
Dave: I didn’t think you’d join me.
Ed: I was wondering when you’d arrive. I’ve been here for a day already.
Dave: How did you get here so fast?
Ed: Oh Dave, you know I have my own plane.
Dave: I’m still trying to figure that one out.
Ed: The less you know about what I indulge myself with in my off time, the better for you.
Dave: Right…
Dave walks over to the counter and checks in. He receives his room key and signs the paperwork for his room. As he and Ed start to make their way through the huge lobby, they begin to converse again.
Ed: I assume you’ve seen the press conference from one, Alan Wallace?
Dave: Yep, I sure did.
Ed: I also assume you know aligning yourself with Mr. vonKnorre is probably not the best idea, right?
Dave: Why wouldn’t it be? I trust him.
Ed: That seems to be a common theme these days. Mr. Ichabod doesn’t get why Martin trusts you, I don’t get why you trust Martin, and now the three of you trust Klaus. Is there anything at all, I should be worried about?
Dave: Not at all, trust me.
As Dave says that, he smirks and enters the elevator. As the doors shut, Ed just looks on. Cut scene.
Date: Some time ago, before Outlast…
Time: Hell I can’t remember…
Location: Locker room area during a Synergy episode...
The camera fades in on Holden Orson and Red Fusion in one of the locker rooms.
Red Fusion: You know, I always wondered how every arena had so many locker rooms for each person to get their own.
Holden Orson: Eh, I don’t use one.
Red Fusion: Why not?
Holden Orson: That’s too mainstream man. Anyway, you wanted to talk?
Red Fusion: As you know, I’ve been selected as a team captain for Outlast, against KvK and his goon squad.
Holden: Right…?
Red Fusion: I’ve got a slot open. I want you on my team.
Holden: Why me?
Red Fusion: Something about you… I’ve never seen or heard of you before you came here, and frankly, no one knows a bit about you. I talked to my manager, who is incredibly good at finding things out, and he can’t find a damn thing.
Holden: So then why me?
Red Fusion: You’ve got the motions, the intellect, and the ring prowess of a true veteran, someone who’s been in the business for a while. Now, I don’t need to know the particulars, or anything of your past. All I know is I could use someone like you on my team to take down KvK.
Holden: Of course.
Red Fusion: I know you’ve been asking around to join a team, and you’ve asked me once before. But I had to be sure. And there’s something here. Hell, if things work out, maybe we can continue to team.
Holden: Tag teams are too mainstream.
Red Fusion: Heh, well, are you in for Outlast at least?
For just a moment, Orson ponders.
Holden: Absolutely.
The two shake hands as the scene cuts out.
Date: 22 March 2015
Time: 1743
Location: Hotel bar, Barcelona, Spain…
As Dave Rydell sits at the table, enjoying a glass of rum, a man walks up to the bar, wearing a vintage “Red Fusion” shirt from the old “LWF” days. Dave looks at it and smiles. Dave signals for the bartender and says a few things. The bartender walks over to the man, says some stuff and points at Dave, who raises his glass to the man. The man smiles, receives his drink and walks over to Dave. The two shake hands instantly.
Man: Wow, you really didn’t have to.
Dave: It’s no problem. Always nice to see a fan, especially a long time fan.
Man: We’ve met once before you know. You and Lone Wolf had won the LWF Tag Titles for the second time. That guy was a real prick.
Dave: Yeah, well, he was part of the wrong crowd. But I appreciate the support.
Man: Of course. Oh, by the way, my names Brandon.
Dave: Nice to meet you.
Brandon: I’ve got to be honest. While this is awesome to see you again, and I am here strictly as a fan of your work, I am also a reporter. So if I come off as such, don’t pay attention.
Dave: Hazards of the job, I get it. Since you’re here, what’s on your mind?
Brandon: Oh, like an interview?
Dave: Why not?
Brandon: Oh geez, I wasn’t prepared. Um, ok! So, Vain has made some pretty serious statements regarding your career and how you aren’t main event material, care to comment?
Dave: Wallace is delusional, so is his pal, King. Wallace gave up a chance at a certain level of greatness, for a shot at something he is probably not going to win.
Brandon: The UGWC World Championship?
Dave: Exactly. He gave up a chance to hold on to the Cross Hemisphere title and set himself up in the record books. Some people call it smart, I call it crazy. I call it insane. You join the business to be a Champion. Some people pride themselves on being the greatest type of wrestler, some strive for the World title, others do what they need to do to make their mark. That’s what I do. I make my name. If I win the World Title, I will do what I can do be the best damn World Champion there is. If I win the Cross Hemisphere title, I will do the same. I plan on doing that with the Co-Op titles tomorrow.
Brandon: You did win the Cross Hemisphere Title for a record, 4th time. The only one in history to do so. What happened?
Dave: Look, not everyone can make that mark they wish to make. It’s a fact of life. People fall. It’s all about the bounce back. I fell, literally, into a fucking lake and lost my title.
Brandon: And at Infinity, you failed to get it back.
Dave: Right. I did. I’ll admit it, I lost and I didn’t get the job done. That’s where Vain and I differ. He gave up the belt, why? To get a shot at Klaus and the World Title? I don’t think so. I think it’s a cover. I think he went and looked at who was going for the Cross Hemisphere Title and didn’t want to be shamed with losing. So he bailed. And now he’s just using his current match to cover up his fear of loss. That’s just my opinion though.
Brandon: What makes you think that you and the Mainstreamer are going to win the Co-Operative Titles?
Dave: Why wouldn’t we win them?
Brandon: Because you failed to do so at Infinity.
Dave: And we bounced back. We beat every single team that was thrown at us in the Streak of Success. We beat them all, including Hastings and Roberts. Regardless of them making whatever come back they decided to make, they are the history of this company. They are the names you think of when you hear the letters of the company. And we beat them.
Brandon: You only beat them because the Syndicate interfered.
Dave: We still beat them. We had the match won anyway, we just didn’t win how we planned to. That’s the problem with a lot of people today, including some on the roster. It isn’t a matter of how, it’s that we did. A disqualification win is the same as a pinfall or a submission.
Brandon: Except in a title match.
Dave: True, but then there are also side rules that can be put in place. I could go on and on about particulars. The fact is, Martin and I won the streak of success against the UGWC’s best. And now we are set to dethrone the ones with the gold. We are set to take out those in power. Ichabod is going to bring home the Cross Hemisphere Title, and Klaus will remain the World Champion. Chaos? He’s going to pulverize that shit stain, Killian and deny him. The Syndicate is going to lose everything tomorrow night.
Dave pauses, takes a sip of his rum, and as Brandon begins to talk again, Dave puts a hand up.
Dave: Wallace can call me a mid card player all he wants. I showed up to this company five years ago with the LWF World Title, and I gave Hastings a run for his money in that match. But I lost. And do you know what all of that means now?
Brandon: I don’t.
Dave: It means nothing. Can you tell me why?
Brandon: Because you lost?
Dave: No. Wrong. It means nothing because it isn’t what’s happening now. See, week in and week out, we go into new adventures and experiences. We go into them with our own intentions. They don’t always play out. If they did, we would have a lot of people winning the World Title. I have my eyes set on three things tomorrow night.
Brandon: What’s that?
Dave: Winning the Co-Operative Titles from those nimrods, making Wallace and Killian hurt, suffer, and lose part of their being.
Brandon: And the third thing?
Dave: Winning the Massive Melee for the first time. I’ve been part of that event every year, except two. I have yet to win one.
Brandon: Since it’s inception in UGWC, Eden has won them both.
Dave: And she’s not going to make it a third time. I can promise you that.
Brandon: Back to your title match… Do you and Martin have a plan?
Dave: Of course we do. We always have a plan, why do you think we got this title shot? We earned it. We planned it out, the plan worked, and now we are going to finish what we started.
Brandon: Are you sure he can be trusted?
Dave: What the hell is with that question? Yes, he and I have discussed what happened and even when it went down, I knew what was happening. I knew he was in a tough spot. I don’t blame him. I probably would have done the same thing. But he knows the value of friendship and being part of a team. He knows what we can do and are going to do. Sex and Violence may think they have this in the bag, but the truth is, they’re in over their heads. The truth is, they are underestimating us, and they have, every step of the way. Call it tenacity, call it perseverance, call it whatever you want. Martin and myself are walking out of the Massive Melee as the official UGWC Co-Operative Champions.
Brandon: Wow, thank you so much for your time. As a fan though, could there be any way I could get a picture with you and Mainstreamer?
Dave: Catch us tomorrow after we win the belts, I’ll make sure you get that photo.
Brandon: Thanks again for your time, and the drink. It’s been a real pleasure.
The two shake hands and Brandon scurries off. Dave goes back to his drink, finishing it off. He signals to the bartender for another and gets it. He takes a sip, and sits there. A glazed look comes over his eyes.
Dave: I hope you’re ready. Tomorrow night, we give them everything we have, and get what we came here to get.
*silence*
Dave: No, I understand. But I’m glad we didn’t. Martin can be trusted. We need to focus of taking out the Syndicate. Once and for all.
End.
