Post by Mr.Ego on Jul 5, 2015 22:57:37 GMT -5
Tuesday, June 30 – 19:00 EST
“Vain thought for sure that the next time he saw your face, you’d be apologizing to ‘The Money Maker’ for your attitude the last time that you visited ‘The Money Maker’s’ humble abode. To what do I owe the pleasure this evening?
Vain steps aside as Simon ‘The Scholar’ Wellington steps through the doorway, the briefcase that is in his right hand dangling at his side. He looks at Vain, concern on his face.
“My apologies for showing up unannounced, Alan, but I think that you need me now more than ever.”
“No apologies necessary, Welly my boy…you always show up unannounced anyway. Vain would expect nothing less from you this evening.”
“Be that as it may, Alan, there is something of the utmost importance that I need to get off my chest. Do you have a preference on where this matter is addressed?”
“You know the way to my study, Simon. After you.”
Vain extends his arm, motioning for Simon to proceed. The two men make their way through the foyer, continue through the kitchen, and proceed down the hall. A member of Vain’s harem passes the two men, and is greeted with a moderate slap on the ass from the UGWC Heavyweight Champion of the World. Simon doesn’t look around, but shakes his head from side to side in disappointment.
“Take a load off, Mr. Wellington. Vain plans on doing the same.”
Vain settles into the chair that rests behind his desk, and motions for Simon to have a seat on the sofa that resides against the back wall. ‘The Scholar’ shakes his head in the negative, and walks over towards Vain’s desk, standing directly in front of it.
“I think I will pass on the niceties, Alan. I don’t plan on being here that long.”
“Suit yourself, Mr. Wellington.”
Simon places the briefcase on top of Vain’s desk, but does not open it. He stares into the eyes of ‘The Excellence of Sexecution’.
“You do realize that ‘The Mainstreamer’ won the match last week, correct?”
“Technically, yes, he did…but…”
“But nothing, Alan. Martin Graber won the threeway match that you were in. Are you not worried about that simple fact giving him the momentum that he could use, to dethrone you at the biggest even of the year?”
“Let’s not forget who he pinned to pick up that victory, Simon. It wasn’t ‘Vain’ Alan Wallace. It’s best that you remember that.”
“Who he pinned is irrelevant, Alan. The record books will show that in a threeway match featuring Graber, Roberts, and Wallace…that it was Graber that came out victorious. Nobody will remember who he pinned.”
“I will.”
Wellington runs his hands through his hair in an exasperated manner.
“That’s because you focus on the little things, Alan. The inconsequential things. Trust me when I say, whether he pinned you or not has no bearing on anything. It’s the simple fact that he now has that momentum. Going directly into his second chance at winning your World Title.”
“Scoff…”
“That right there is your problem, Alan. You aren’t taking this defense seriously. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve beaten the man. All that matters is the present. And presently, he has taken everything that you can throw at him, and he damn near had to perish in the process.”
Vain nonchalantly dismisses what Simon has said, which only manages to anger the man.
“All that you have done to ready yourself for this defense is having sexual relations with the whores that inhabit the guest quarters. You aren’t serious about this defense, just like you haven’t been serious about being the World Champion at all. How you’ve managed to not only win it, but to also retain it, is beyond me. The only thing that I know for certain, Alan Wallace, is that you haven’t deserved to hold the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship.”
Vain quickly rises from his seat, and gets directly in the face of Simon ‘The Scholar’ Wellington. There is a fire in his eyes - that we normally do not see – as he speaks.
“How dare you come into Vain’s house and insinuate that I haven’t worked hard for all that I have attained! I personally do not give two shits what you think of my actions outside of the squared circle, but my dedication inside the ring is what should matter most. And inside that ring, Vain is the best damned performer that the wrestling industry has.”
“Do you think Vain won the World Title by accident? Do you think he has defended to this point, based solely on luck? If either of those are the case, then you sure as hell aren’t as smart as you think you are, Simon Wellington. It’s no wonder that you were nothing more than a flash in the pan in this industry, with your star fizzling out just as quickly as it had shone brightest.”
“How dare you come into my home and disrespect me in this fashion. The only reason that I am allowing you to still remain conscious, is the simple fact that I understand the injuries that you sustained years ago at the hands of Chaos…and I do not want to be the man that turns you into a complete, helpless, invalid.”
“However…just know that you are pushing your fucking luck with me this evening, and if you keep it up, I cannot promise that my thoughts will stay the same, regarding your current and future well-being.”
Simon begins to back away from the desk.
“Have it your way, Alan. I will take my leave, but I will leave you the briefcase that I came in with. Inside you will find a CD. It contains some music that I feel will help you in your training, as you prepare for your bout against Martin Graber. Good luck at Wrestlestock.”
With that, Simon disappears down the hall, leaving Vain to stare down at the briefcase that Simon left behind.
Wellington is shown at the door, as he shuts it behind him. A sly grin crosses his face.
“Subliminal messages worked for Reecie. Let us see how our champion responds to them.”
He begins to chuckle as he walks towards his car.
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Thursday, July 2 – 0900 EST
Vain stands in front of the speed bag, that is nestled in the corner of his home gym in Miami. He has placed the disc that Simon left behind into the CD player, and pressed ‘Play’. What he hears is astonishing to him.
A scowl forms upon Vain’s face.
“Horrific taste in musice. Way to go, Simon.”
Vain begins to half-heartedly tap the speed bag, but the more he listens to the music, the more amped up he becomes. Soon, he is pounding on the speed bag with the precision of Ali, and the demeanor of Tyson.
And somewhere, Wellington smiles.
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The camera focuses squarely on the face of the UGWC World Champion, as he looks over at something that is unseen by the camera. He speaks.
“It’s all your fault. I hope you realize that.”
The demeanor on his face doesn’t change, nor does the look in his eyes.
“Everything that has happened…it’s because of you.”
Numerous people have asked me why things turned out the way that they did. And no matter what answers I gave them, it all came back to you.”
“Vain hopes that you are proud of yourself.”
“A long time ago, in a land far away, ‘The Mainstreamer’ and ‘Vain’ Alan Wallace had a mutual respect. Hell, I think I might have even liked the guy. Not in the way that he liked Vain, but I liked him nonetheless. And in one fell swoop, all of that was wiped away.”
“Many may point to my actions after our World Title Match in Headstrong Wrestling, when after beating Mr. Graber for the HSW World Title, I decimated him in the ring after the fact. And taking those actions at face value, it would be a good choice.”
“Yet, as I have explained numerous times over the years, those actions were for a very important reason.”
“It was to ensure that HSW stayed front and center in the land of professional wrestling, for many years to come.”
“That company was lucky to have two competitors as fierce as Graber and myself. Only, it wouldn’t have been sustainable long term, had he and I been on the same side. So even though I liked the guy, I felt that both of our future successes hinged solely on us being on opposite sides.”
“Graber didn’t have it in him to be despised at that point in time of his career. So I bit the bullet, seeing as how I have never truly given two shits about what people think of me.”
“I had no idea that almost a decade later, things would turn out as they did.”
“Martin almost lost his mind, as he lived in seclusion somewhere in ‘Tornado Alley’, and he allowed his life to spiral into that very thing: a tornado. That was never my intention. Had I known what my actions would eventually cause, I would have come up with a different plan.”
“I never intended for the man to lose his family…his friends…his livelihood.”
“Unfortunately, that is exactly what happened to Martin Graber. And to be perfectly honest…I felt horrible when I first heard.”
“That still didn’t prepare me for what was to come.”
“I will give credit where credit is due…I never saw ‘A Night of Vanity’ coming. Best case, it was to be perpetrated by a wrestler that wanted to gain the tutelage of the greatest wrestler to ever step inside of the squared circle. Worst case, it was to be perpetrated by a Vain fanatic, and said fanatic would be dealt with most fiercely.”
“Vain never saw Option C coming.”
“I’m still baffled by Holden Orson revealing himself to be ‘The Master of Ceremonies’…revealing himself to be ‘The Mainstreamer’. I never expected it, simply because I did not realize how deep Martin’s issues went.”
“Even in finding out his feelings for me, I never held that against Martin. Unlike his former Cooperative Champion partner, Vain holds no ill will towards him for his sexuality. I’ve been remiss to touch on the subject to date, because it should be nobody’s business but Martin’s. But honestly…Vain is kind of flattered. Apparently Martin Graber has great choice in men.”
“Yet still, everything comes back to you.”
“You are the reason that Martin has been plotting revenge on ‘The Vain One’ for almost a decade…”
“It’s your fault that he almost died the last time that he and I stepped foot into a ring, and face each other one-on-one…”
“And it’s your fault that we find ourselves in the predicament that we do now.”
Vain stands, still not taking his eyes off of what is in front of him.
“If there’s ever a time to be honest, now is that time. If you honestly want to know why Vain has treated Mr. Graber the way that he has…it’s due to jealousy.”
“Graber has all the tools in the world to be great in this industry. He just doesn’t have the confidence that I do.”
“Whether it was back in HSW, or here in UGWC…simply put, ‘The Mainstreamer’ might just plain be better than ‘Vain’ Alan Wallace.”
"And if that's the case...that is your fault, too.”
“Vain hopes that you’re happy…”
With that, Vain turns and walks away. As he gets to his car, the camera slowly pans around, and focuses on a single tombstone. There is only one word that is visible as it focuses in.
‘Wafer’.
FIN
“Vain thought for sure that the next time he saw your face, you’d be apologizing to ‘The Money Maker’ for your attitude the last time that you visited ‘The Money Maker’s’ humble abode. To what do I owe the pleasure this evening?
Vain steps aside as Simon ‘The Scholar’ Wellington steps through the doorway, the briefcase that is in his right hand dangling at his side. He looks at Vain, concern on his face.
“My apologies for showing up unannounced, Alan, but I think that you need me now more than ever.”
“No apologies necessary, Welly my boy…you always show up unannounced anyway. Vain would expect nothing less from you this evening.”
“Be that as it may, Alan, there is something of the utmost importance that I need to get off my chest. Do you have a preference on where this matter is addressed?”
“You know the way to my study, Simon. After you.”
Vain extends his arm, motioning for Simon to proceed. The two men make their way through the foyer, continue through the kitchen, and proceed down the hall. A member of Vain’s harem passes the two men, and is greeted with a moderate slap on the ass from the UGWC Heavyweight Champion of the World. Simon doesn’t look around, but shakes his head from side to side in disappointment.
“Take a load off, Mr. Wellington. Vain plans on doing the same.”
Vain settles into the chair that rests behind his desk, and motions for Simon to have a seat on the sofa that resides against the back wall. ‘The Scholar’ shakes his head in the negative, and walks over towards Vain’s desk, standing directly in front of it.
“I think I will pass on the niceties, Alan. I don’t plan on being here that long.”
“Suit yourself, Mr. Wellington.”
Simon places the briefcase on top of Vain’s desk, but does not open it. He stares into the eyes of ‘The Excellence of Sexecution’.
“You do realize that ‘The Mainstreamer’ won the match last week, correct?”
“Technically, yes, he did…but…”
“But nothing, Alan. Martin Graber won the threeway match that you were in. Are you not worried about that simple fact giving him the momentum that he could use, to dethrone you at the biggest even of the year?”
“Let’s not forget who he pinned to pick up that victory, Simon. It wasn’t ‘Vain’ Alan Wallace. It’s best that you remember that.”
“Who he pinned is irrelevant, Alan. The record books will show that in a threeway match featuring Graber, Roberts, and Wallace…that it was Graber that came out victorious. Nobody will remember who he pinned.”
“I will.”
Wellington runs his hands through his hair in an exasperated manner.
“That’s because you focus on the little things, Alan. The inconsequential things. Trust me when I say, whether he pinned you or not has no bearing on anything. It’s the simple fact that he now has that momentum. Going directly into his second chance at winning your World Title.”
“Scoff…”
“That right there is your problem, Alan. You aren’t taking this defense seriously. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve beaten the man. All that matters is the present. And presently, he has taken everything that you can throw at him, and he damn near had to perish in the process.”
Vain nonchalantly dismisses what Simon has said, which only manages to anger the man.
“All that you have done to ready yourself for this defense is having sexual relations with the whores that inhabit the guest quarters. You aren’t serious about this defense, just like you haven’t been serious about being the World Champion at all. How you’ve managed to not only win it, but to also retain it, is beyond me. The only thing that I know for certain, Alan Wallace, is that you haven’t deserved to hold the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship.”
Vain quickly rises from his seat, and gets directly in the face of Simon ‘The Scholar’ Wellington. There is a fire in his eyes - that we normally do not see – as he speaks.
“How dare you come into Vain’s house and insinuate that I haven’t worked hard for all that I have attained! I personally do not give two shits what you think of my actions outside of the squared circle, but my dedication inside the ring is what should matter most. And inside that ring, Vain is the best damned performer that the wrestling industry has.”
“Do you think Vain won the World Title by accident? Do you think he has defended to this point, based solely on luck? If either of those are the case, then you sure as hell aren’t as smart as you think you are, Simon Wellington. It’s no wonder that you were nothing more than a flash in the pan in this industry, with your star fizzling out just as quickly as it had shone brightest.”
“How dare you come into my home and disrespect me in this fashion. The only reason that I am allowing you to still remain conscious, is the simple fact that I understand the injuries that you sustained years ago at the hands of Chaos…and I do not want to be the man that turns you into a complete, helpless, invalid.”
“However…just know that you are pushing your fucking luck with me this evening, and if you keep it up, I cannot promise that my thoughts will stay the same, regarding your current and future well-being.”
Simon begins to back away from the desk.
“Have it your way, Alan. I will take my leave, but I will leave you the briefcase that I came in with. Inside you will find a CD. It contains some music that I feel will help you in your training, as you prepare for your bout against Martin Graber. Good luck at Wrestlestock.”
With that, Simon disappears down the hall, leaving Vain to stare down at the briefcase that Simon left behind.
Wellington is shown at the door, as he shuts it behind him. A sly grin crosses his face.
“Subliminal messages worked for Reecie. Let us see how our champion responds to them.”
He begins to chuckle as he walks towards his car.
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Thursday, July 2 – 0900 EST
Vain stands in front of the speed bag, that is nestled in the corner of his home gym in Miami. He has placed the disc that Simon left behind into the CD player, and pressed ‘Play’. What he hears is astonishing to him.
A scowl forms upon Vain’s face.
“Horrific taste in musice. Way to go, Simon.”
Vain begins to half-heartedly tap the speed bag, but the more he listens to the music, the more amped up he becomes. Soon, he is pounding on the speed bag with the precision of Ali, and the demeanor of Tyson.
And somewhere, Wellington smiles.
---------------------------
The camera focuses squarely on the face of the UGWC World Champion, as he looks over at something that is unseen by the camera. He speaks.
“It’s all your fault. I hope you realize that.”
The demeanor on his face doesn’t change, nor does the look in his eyes.
“Everything that has happened…it’s because of you.”
Numerous people have asked me why things turned out the way that they did. And no matter what answers I gave them, it all came back to you.”
“Vain hopes that you are proud of yourself.”
“A long time ago, in a land far away, ‘The Mainstreamer’ and ‘Vain’ Alan Wallace had a mutual respect. Hell, I think I might have even liked the guy. Not in the way that he liked Vain, but I liked him nonetheless. And in one fell swoop, all of that was wiped away.”
“Many may point to my actions after our World Title Match in Headstrong Wrestling, when after beating Mr. Graber for the HSW World Title, I decimated him in the ring after the fact. And taking those actions at face value, it would be a good choice.”
“Yet, as I have explained numerous times over the years, those actions were for a very important reason.”
“It was to ensure that HSW stayed front and center in the land of professional wrestling, for many years to come.”
“That company was lucky to have two competitors as fierce as Graber and myself. Only, it wouldn’t have been sustainable long term, had he and I been on the same side. So even though I liked the guy, I felt that both of our future successes hinged solely on us being on opposite sides.”
“Graber didn’t have it in him to be despised at that point in time of his career. So I bit the bullet, seeing as how I have never truly given two shits about what people think of me.”
“I had no idea that almost a decade later, things would turn out as they did.”
“Martin almost lost his mind, as he lived in seclusion somewhere in ‘Tornado Alley’, and he allowed his life to spiral into that very thing: a tornado. That was never my intention. Had I known what my actions would eventually cause, I would have come up with a different plan.”
“I never intended for the man to lose his family…his friends…his livelihood.”
“Unfortunately, that is exactly what happened to Martin Graber. And to be perfectly honest…I felt horrible when I first heard.”
“That still didn’t prepare me for what was to come.”
“I will give credit where credit is due…I never saw ‘A Night of Vanity’ coming. Best case, it was to be perpetrated by a wrestler that wanted to gain the tutelage of the greatest wrestler to ever step inside of the squared circle. Worst case, it was to be perpetrated by a Vain fanatic, and said fanatic would be dealt with most fiercely.”
“Vain never saw Option C coming.”
“I’m still baffled by Holden Orson revealing himself to be ‘The Master of Ceremonies’…revealing himself to be ‘The Mainstreamer’. I never expected it, simply because I did not realize how deep Martin’s issues went.”
“Even in finding out his feelings for me, I never held that against Martin. Unlike his former Cooperative Champion partner, Vain holds no ill will towards him for his sexuality. I’ve been remiss to touch on the subject to date, because it should be nobody’s business but Martin’s. But honestly…Vain is kind of flattered. Apparently Martin Graber has great choice in men.”
“Yet still, everything comes back to you.”
“You are the reason that Martin has been plotting revenge on ‘The Vain One’ for almost a decade…”
“It’s your fault that he almost died the last time that he and I stepped foot into a ring, and face each other one-on-one…”
“And it’s your fault that we find ourselves in the predicament that we do now.”
Vain stands, still not taking his eyes off of what is in front of him.
“If there’s ever a time to be honest, now is that time. If you honestly want to know why Vain has treated Mr. Graber the way that he has…it’s due to jealousy.”
“Graber has all the tools in the world to be great in this industry. He just doesn’t have the confidence that I do.”
“Whether it was back in HSW, or here in UGWC…simply put, ‘The Mainstreamer’ might just plain be better than ‘Vain’ Alan Wallace.”
"And if that's the case...that is your fault, too.”
“Vain hopes that you’re happy…”
With that, Vain turns and walks away. As he gets to his car, the camera slowly pans around, and focuses on a single tombstone. There is only one word that is visible as it focuses in.
‘Wafer’.
FIN
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