Post by Holden Orson on Jul 5, 2015 22:33:33 GMT -5
Some of you have always doubted me.
Some of you have always supported me.
My old friends support me, but can't understand me anymore.
New ones have come to support me in times of need.
But one man will now understand pain.
This is where I put it all on the line. I'm supposed to tell you how much this match means to me. I'm supposed to point out how each time I find myself across the ring from Alan Wallace, the contest ends up as legendary battles our grandchildren will talk about. I'm supposed to rehash history and talk about it finally being my time. I'm supposed to talk about bring the UGWC World Title to someone who can appreciate what it means. I'm supposed to talk about my obsession. It's a tale of glory and love, isn't it? A crippling feeling of love and failure, ruing a once immaculate career. Blame? Retribution? What is it that fuels me? Isn't this what I'm supposed to talk about?
Wallace nearly killed me the last time we clashed. I suppose I should talk about how this was the personification of my determination to defeat to Wallace. Only death can stop me! There's so much I'm supposed to say. There's so much I'm supposed to feel.
But all I feel is disappointment. This , on the eve of my comeuppance... I feel disappointment.
Everything went to plan. Holden Orson, Run of the Mill, and the phoenix-like rise of Alan Wallace. But no. I'm still just another opponent for Alan. I'm just another tally for his legacy.
But Vain...
I am no Klaus vonKnorre. I am not Phirixis Deimos. I'm The Mainstreamer.
Our feud is nearly a decade long and to this point, you've been the winner. HSW. Run of the Mill. Infinity. In Your Hands.
But it's left you with a comfortable feeling that you can't lose to me. You don't realize I'm just as bad for you as you were bad for me.
I felt the same way about you for so long. I never thought I'd lose that title match in HSW. I never thought I'd walk out of the mill as anything but the winner. You proved me wrong.
So I had to evolve.
I opened up in ways I never thought I would. I exposed myself to the world and found that the constant fear of failure and rejection was my Achilles Heel. I forced myself to deal with it. Now I stand, conqueror of my own demons. All Demons but one...
I conquered my fear of my homosexuality. I conquered the voice of Holden Orson ringing in my head. I conquered the feat the fear of HIM knowing how I felt. I've conquered the constant fear of failing Larry. But all of it is nothing compared to looking at Alan Wallace. HSW Champion. UGWC Champion. Building the legacy of a wrestling God. It sickens me.
Wallace hasn't felt pain. That's the true fuel to my obsession. I want to make Wallace feel the pain that the rest of us have. Ego, sex, success. It's all at Alan's disposal. He's never known pain. He's never truly known failure.
He'll never forget this feeling of being atop the wrestling world. 'Unstoppable Force' he called it recently. He's mowed over Klaus and Diemos. People like Donovan Hastings, Travis Roberts, and Jet Somers sit on the roster and sit back, unwilling to challenge him. There's only one place the pain can come from. The 'laughable' number one contender.
Now we watch him fall. We watch Wallace walk into Wrestlstock, full of arrogance. He knows he'll win. He knows he's destined to be the greatest of all time.
But.
The world will burn around you Alan Wallace.
Know pain. Feel Pain.
This is the end of Vain.
Waldo enters the interview room and looks towards the Interviewer.
Waldo: Have you finished.
Interviewer: Yes.
Waldo: All of them?
Interviewer: Yes.
Waldo: Then let's go.
The Interviewer takes off his glasses and walks over to a sink to remove his contacts. He then begins scrubbing his face and washing the color out of his hair. The face of The Mainstreamer emerges. He nods at Waldo and the two men walk out of the room.
