Post by Mr.Ego on Dec 13, 2015 13:54:48 GMT -5
My life was over
How would I ever endure
A Phoenix rises
How would I ever endure
A Phoenix rises
Some people would consider my profession trashy. Some would view me as just another pseudo-celebrity whose life had hit rock bottom, and who was relegated to degrading myself in front of complete strangers, in order just to make a living. I am amused by those people.
You see, my life had hit rock bottom, but it wasn't when I decided to use the skills that I had learned growing up and taking dance, in order to begin making a name for myself. No, rock bottom for me was about a year before I first stepped into Mixxxie's Gentlemen's Club and was virtually hired on the spot. Rock bottom for me occurred on a night that should have been the happiest of my life. Rock bottom for me was the very night that I was supposed to become Mrs. Alan Wallace.
On that night, when Alan humiliated me in front of the world, I was left a broken woman. The man that I had loved more than anything else in the world for almost a decade, in one feel swoop, had left me a blubbering wreck in the center of the ring. The things that he and Jason Ingalls had said during the most mortifying experience that I have ever endured completely blind-sided me. Sure, Alan and I had our ups and downs…what couple doesn't? But I never in a million years saw that coming.
Many people since have asked how could I not. They see the arrogance that Alan exudes when he's in the ring, and they were dumbfounded by the fact that his actions took me by total surprise. Yet what they do not understand is, that wasn't who he was at home. What a lot of fans around the world fail to realize, is that the character and the man are two completely different people. The Alan that I loved was kind, good-natured, funny, and more intelligent than people give him credit for. He would do anything in the world for me, and treated me like a queen.
Until one horrid night, when all of that changed.
I worried myself sick for weeks, wondering what it was that I had done wrong; wondering what I could have done differently, so that Alan and I could have attained the fairytale marriage that most girls dream about from childhood. No matter how hard I tried, I never came to a general conclusion on what the catalyst was that caused that fairytale to burn down around me. Still to this day, I haven't the slightest clue as to what truly happened between he and I.
Fortunately it has worked out for the both of us.
I'm doing something that I thoroughly enjoy, and getting paid handsomely for it. And much to the chagrin of the other girls, I'm getting paid huge amounts, without having to take it all off. I can pick and choose the dates that I wish to work, as well as choosing the length of my appearances. And while it may be a far cry from being the fiancé of one of the most recognizable faces in wrestling, I'm living the life that I choose, and I'm living it on my terms.
Vain finds himself to be a multi-time World Champion now, and is still helping sell out arenas worldwide. Which is the reason for this column.
A few days ago the editor of UGWC Magazine contacted me and asked if I would be interested in contributing a story concerning my thoughts on Alan's first run with the championship, as well as thoughts and opinions on what his current run will end up being like. And after thinking about it long and hard, I'm not surprised by the success that he has found. I always knew that he had it in him; I had seen it first-hand. Alan can do anything that he puts his mind to. His success will be as great as he wants it to be.
However, that is where I will stop with regards to Alan Wallace. Because no matter how many championships he wins, and no matter how many pay per views he headlines, my life stopped being about 'Vain' Alan Wallace a long time ago.
My name is Celeste Worth, and my success is the only one that truly matters.
Celeste Worth
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
UGWC Magazine
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I cannot lie, it was good to be back at UGWC Headquarters, even if it was only in passing. The fact that Director Pierce took it upon himself to invite me up to not only thank me for my contribution to UGWC Magazine, but to also give a long-overdo apology to me for what transpired over a year ago, it meant an awful lot to me. Sure, it cannot change what happened on that fateful night in front of the world…and though I have done my best to attempt to forget, it was still a noble act from the Creative Director.
Even if it did come far too late for my liking.
Seeing as how I do not get to come to Chicago very often anymore, I knew that I needed to take the time to stop by the Fogo de Chao Steakhouse. The mango Chilean sea bass they serve there is to die for, and it had been far too long already. After calling up Rebecca and Tatiana - two of the very best friends I made when spending time in Chicago was a weekly occurrence - we made our reservations, and then set out to have a girls night out. With my flight not leaving until the next morning, it was an opportunity to catch up with the girls and relax. It would also serve to allow me the chance to forget about some of the bad memories that I was forced to revisit over the last few days.
If only I could have enjoyed it a little while longer.
While the three of us were being led to our table, I saw him. Of course I would, because that is just my luck. It had been quite some time since I had laid eyes upon the man that had figuratively ripped my heart from my chest and tossed it aside as if it were nothing more than mere trash. I had gone the politically correct route in the column that I had written, but here, looking over at him, I wondered if I would still be able to do the same now.
Becca and Tatiana saw him, too, and both cautioned me to just ignore him. While I knew they were right…while I knew that going over to him would only lead to a scene…I also knew that it was something I felt I had to do. I still had not gotten an answer for what had occurred, and while I seriously doubted that I would ever get one, I also knew that I had not had the opportunity to tell him exactly what I thought about him.
And that was an opportunity that I was not about to let slip away. So after telling the girls I would be over in a minute, I set out to do something that had been a long time coming.
"I know that you are a creature of habit, Alan, which is why I'm surprised to see you haven't gained any weight…what with how often you've been known to feast on the Costela de Porco."
The look on his face as he looked up and his eyes met mine was simply priceless. I honestly believe that had he been actively chewing, he very well may have choked on the pork rib that he has been known to enjoy on more than one occasion. He took a long drink of water; knowing him as I do, it was an attempt for him to figure out either how to begin this conversation, or how to get out of it entirely. I gave him the chance to do neither.
"Surprised to see me, Alan? It's no wonder. You've done your best to avoid me for what now? Two years, this Spring, right?"
He flashed that same smile that I used to fall for, and asked me to have a seat. I contemplated it, but to be perfectly honest, I wasn't planning on being here that long.
"I think that I would prefer to stand, thank you very much. I just wanted to stop over and say hello, since the last few times we have been together, we haven't really had time to talk."
He lowers his head slightly, sucking at his teeth as he remembers the previous two instances that I am referring to: the slap before the club beat him and Killian down at Mixxxie's, and the shock treatment I caused when he lost to Klaus. Far from being pleasant memories, I'm sure. Good.
"For almost two years I've wondered, Alan. Wondered why you chose to hold against me what you did; wondered why you chose to humiliate me in the manner that you did, when you could have just as easily done so behind closed doors. And the only answer that I have ever come up with, is that you are little more than an immature child, Alan Wallace. No one has ever forced you to own up to the consequences of your actions, which is why you're simply a spoiled asshole who feels that he can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants."
That struck a chord. It also got the attention of a few surrounding patrons. He's completely uncomfortable now, as he smiles at those around him and apologizes, and asks me a few more times to have a seat and lower my voice. Unfortunately for him, I'm my own woman. And I'll be damned if I'm going to do anything that he asks me to do. Not any more.
"The truth hurts, doesn't it, Alan? You go through life suckering in all of those around you, somehow getting them to think that you are one of the greatest wrestlers to ever step foot into a ring. When deep down, all you are is a prepubescent boy, trapped in a man's body. The only skill that you have completely honed is being an asshole."
He rises from his seat and begins gathering his things. Hell no…he isn't getting off that easy. Not after what he did to me.
"You are going to sit down, Alan Wallace, and you are going to do something that you haven't had much practice at over the years: you're going to listen to everything that I have to say to you."
He glares at me for a few moments - probably the same look that he uses in the ring in an attempt to intimidate his opponents - but I'll be damned if he is going to intimidate me today. No sir, not a chance in hell. After a few tense moments he relents, re-taking his seat, and motioning for me to continue.
Oh Alan…you shouldn't have.
"I was there for you during everything you went through in the early part of your career, Alan. I was the one that watched matches with you, in hopes you could perfect your profession; I was the one that nursed you back to health during some fairly brutal matches; and I was the one that prayed each and every night that you would make it through without suffering some sort of catastrophic injury. All of the time spent on the road, all of the missed Holidays and Birthdays, and still I was there for you, Alan Wallace. As any good woman would be."
"And you spit in my face on the most important night of my life."
"And in the twenty months since then, you have had more than your share of success in the ring. You've been riding high, while I've been attempting to reinvent myself, all while trying to forget what you did to me. Yet even though you may be on top once again…I've always been a firm believer in the saying 'pride comes before the fall'. And when that fall happens to you, Alan Wallace…I will thoroughly enjoy witnessing the depths that you sink, as you crash and burn."
He turns into typical Vain at this point, rattling on about the historic matches he has been apart of, and the numerous title reigns that he has had in various divisions. He tells me that he is once again poised to have an extended stay as the company's World Champion, and how it would not have been possible if he were 'saddled with someone like me'.
Schmuck.
"While I appreciate the history lesson, Alan, I know exactly what it is that you've been able to accomplish since we split. And I know exactly what you have lying ahead of you. And if you want my honest opinion…I think you're going to leave your match with Travis Roberts extremely disappointed. And about twenty pounds lighter, 'champ'."
I knew I had struck a nerve when the vein in his forehead became visible, but I truly didn't care. This was mild compared to what he had done to me…even if the entire restaurant was watching now.
"I've heard the 'better than Roberts' speech before, Alan. Way back when you first joined UGWC, and you were studying up on the company's history. I see that you still are employing the fantasy of 'if you say it enough, it will make it true'. Stick with what works for you, Alan. Only this time it won't."
He arises from his seat again, gathering up his belongings as I maneuver my way over and cut him off.
"You're too damned sensitive to admit to yourself how alike that you and Travis Roberts are, Alan. You're practically the same person, save for the slight age difference. Think about it…for once in your life, listen to someone else."
"You both were the very top of your profession early on in your careers…"
"You both stepped away for an extended period of time…"
"You both found that the game had changed tremendously, and neither of you were able to right the shit for a time…"
"And then you joined together, for however brief if was, in 'The Puppet Masters'."
"You've both been fortunate enough to have loving women in your lives…"
"And you both pushed those women away, due to your attitudes and your careers."
"Since Roberts was booted from your little group, you have found nothing but success…while his success has been fleeting."
"But you know the competitor he is, Alan. Because you have the same fire, drive, and determination that he does."
"That drive won you the World Title, and you held it for what? Six months? Now you're slated to stand across from a man who has the same drive as you, and who hasn't held that World Title for years. And deep down, that fact scares you, Alan."
"Now because you can't beat him, physically…but mentally, he's already won. Because he's fought tooth and nail to get himself back to this position. He realizes that this may be his last chance…his last shot at winning a World Championship. He knows it, the fans know it, the entire wrestling industry knows it."
"Most importantly…you know it."
He flashed a smile at me, but the look in his eyes tell a different story. He caught me off guard when he grabbed his table and flipped it on its side. Nearby patrons scattered, and the waitress was pulling her cell phone out of her pocket as she hurriedly backed away. He kicked the table to the side, as he stepped over the remnants and walked right up to me, staring down at me with a look that I don't remember seeing before.
But I'll be damned if I am going to stop now.
"Hit a nerve, did I? Means you know it to be true, too, Alan. Travis Roberts embodies what you fear most: being at the top, and now fighting to remain relevant. Mentally knowing that you can do anything in that ring, but physically just not being able to do it anymore. It's happened to him, and he was able to withstand it all, and now is slated to fight you for your title."
"Do you have that mental toughness, Alan? You look at Travis Roberts and you see yourself in a few years; your ego becoming nothing more than an annoyance, as you stop being able to back up what you say, and you get lost in the shuffle. Where Travis Roberts is right now, Alan…is exactly where you will find yourself very, very soon. And that thought frightens you to death, because once the masses stop massaging that ego of yours, what will you have left?"
"You've alienated everyone that has every been close to you, Alan Wallace, so when the time comes for you to hang up your boots, there will be nobody there to catch you when you fall. Except maybe the man that is slated to go through the same exact thing before you…"
"Travis Roberts."
He breathes heavily as he stares down at me, and I'm honestly not sure what he will do. He flashes another smile at me and nods, and then cracks his neck, before simply turning and walking away. I could have stopped at this point, but this was much too fun, so I decided to yell after him.
"The only certainty for you, Alan Wallace, is that no matter who wins between you and Travis Roberts at Horizons…you still both lose…"
"Because eventually the only one that will remain standing tall is Father Time."
He turned once more and looked at me, and then exited without saying another word. I must say, it felt good to give him a piece of my mind, and while it may not rival what happened to me two years ago…I know that my words will be ringing in his ears for the next decade.
And for the first time in a very long time, I genuinely smile, before turning and rejoining my friends.
You arrogant douche
Always thinking you're better
You're beneath me now
Always thinking you're better
You're beneath me now
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