Post by Mr.Ego on Apr 21, 2018 16:29:11 GMT -5
Monday, April 16, 2018: Chicago, Illinois - UGWC Arena, Synergy
Vain is making his way down the ramp, his customary smile fully entrenched on the face that has garnered him so much attention over the years. He basks in the adulation that is being showered upon him, as he prepares for his upcoming match with Rogan MacLean… even if a part of that raucous ovation still slightly gives him pause.
Vain steps through the ropes, focusing his attention for the first time on his opponent, Rogan MacLean. Wallace gives him a smile, as he starts to remove his robe, which elicits another loud reaction from the Chicago female faithful.
Hazel East is going through the typical pre-match checks that nobody really pays attention to, ensuring that each man is going into this match up with no foreign objects, thus allowing for a clean wrestling match. Vain smiles down at her as she checks him over.
The bell rings, and the two men begin to circle one another. After finally locking up, the two are in a stalemate for a few moments, before Vain uses his strength advantage to shove MacLean back into the corner. After giving the masses what they want, he bows to Rogan, the two men both smiling, as Vain fully rises back to his feet.
The thought makes him chuckle as he and Rogan lock up again, but this time Rogan moves in behind of him, grabbing him in a standing waist lock. Vain has to think fast, as Rogan is attempting to suplex him on the back of his head. A few successful blocks allows Vain to get his thoughts together, and reverse the hold, applying a standing waist lock of his own.
Vain releases the waist lock, smiling as he notices the irritated look on the face of his opponent. He shows off his cat-like reflexes when he ducks the punch that Rogan throws his way, connecting with a knee lift, before tossing him across the ring with a suplex. He keeps the pressure on MacLean, connecting with a running knee that he follows up on with a belly-to-belly. Another knee has MacLean rocked, as Vain drops down for the cover. He chuckles as Rogan kicks out.
Vain going for a stomp, but things go awry, and before he knows it, he's getting dropkicked in the side of the melon, and then has a leg driven into his throat. He's then deadlifted from the mat, in awe at the strength of the Irishman.
All thoughts rush from his head, as Rogan deposits him on the base of his neck with a belly-to-back, but he has the wherewithal to get his shoulder up by instinct, before Hazel's hand hits the mat for two during the pin attempt. Vain still shaking loose the cobwebs, but realizes that he's being lifted up again for another suplex.
As he says those words to himself, one thing comes to mind before all else.
Vain manages to land on his feet, and immediately goes for a Curtain Call. He wasn't expecting to connect with it, and is surprised when he does. Caught off guard, it takes him a moment before he goes for the cover. That slight pause in reaction winds up costing him though, as Rogan kicks out at two.
Realizing that he has MacLean on the ropes - figuratively, not literally, obviously - Vain begins stringing together a series of moves. A headlock morphs into a backbreaker, which then turns into a whip into the corner and a clothesline, before sending MacLean back to the mat with a DDT. He then begins working on Rogan's knee.
Vain returns to the action at hand, applying an ankle lock that he winds up grapevining. He applies as much torque as he can to Rogan's ankle without breaking it - he's not a monster, ya know - and just listens; first, as Rogan yells in agony; second, as the Irishman begins yelling something in Gaelic. He's then caught offguard, as MacLean begins dragging the two of them across the ring, as he attempts to get to the ropes in order to break the hold.
Rogan finally reaches the ropes, and Vain breaks the hold. At least long enough to drag Rogan out of the corner, slam his knee into the mat again, and then reapply the grapevined ankle lock. Once again, Rogan begins the painstaking act of clawing his way across the ring, in an attempt to reach the ropes. And once again, Vain is in awe of Rogan's mental toughness.
Just before Rogan can reach the ropes, Vain releases the submission hold, drags Rogan to his feet, and connects with a Cherry Popper. He goes for the pin, not bothering to hook the leg because he's certain that the match is over.
Vain quickly gets back to his feet, taking a moment to plan his next move, as Rogan is slowly attempting to get back to a vertical base. Deciding to end the match now, Vain springboards off the ropes and goes for a Money Maker, but catches nothing but air as Rogan moves/falls out of the way.
He doesn't get the chance to think of his next move, as he finds himself getting knee'd in the chest and chin, courtesy of Rogan MacLean. The shot to the chin causes him to see stars, and before he realizes it, Rogan has dragged him out of the corner and has made the cover. Vain barely is able to kick out before the three-count.
Rogan's frustration spills out as he pounds his fists into the mat, and that sound rouses Vain from the state he found himself in. It also helps that Rogan's bad wheel didn't allow him to fully connect with the Tiger Driver '91, because had he fully hit it, there's no way that Vain is able to kick out from yet another pin attempt. Rogan keeps the pressure on though, spiking Vain with a DDT. A Mercy Killing, mercifully, is about to put this thing to an end, but somehow, Vain kicks out.
Still unsure how he was able to kick out, Vain suddenly finds himself getting knee'd in the chin, the force sending him hard down to the mat.
The next sequence is a blur, as Vain wonders if he isn't slightly concussed. He knew he felt another Mercy Killing, he might have kicked out from another pin attempt, and he's pretty sure he's about to have his lights put out with a Call of Cthulhu. Instinctively, he manages to counter the move, connecting with an Ace cutter.
Vain connects with a Money Maker and makes the cover, but only gets a two-count. Remembering the work that he did on Rogan's leg earlier in the match, he knows what he has to do. He applies Vanity at its Finest, and after leaning into the hold as far as he can, Rogan finally has no choice but to tap out.
After Vain helps Rogan to his feet and the two men shake hands, they slowly make their way up the ramp, together. Stepping through the curtain, there's only one thought that continues to run through his mind, ever since the match ended.
The feeling of the chain coming down hard across his back leads to him yelling out in pain. And then one final thought.
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Tuesday, April 17, 2018: Chicago, Illinois - Outside UIC Hospital
The two men each get out of the vehicle, Alan Wallace from the passenger side, and Simon Wellington from the driver side. Walking around the car, Simon comes to a stop beside of 'The Vain One', as the two men look up at the building in front of them.
"Guess I don't have to wonder who it is that we are here to see, right?"
"Right. You saw the aftermath of what she went through. Would it not be the right thing to do, considering what all she has been through?"
Vain stands in silence for a few moments, before turning and looking at his advocate and friend.
"Through all of the events that I have found myself going through over the last two years… from losing my World Title, to Killian turning on me, to Wallace/Worth Estates damn near being burned to the ground… there have only been three people that I have been able to truly count on as I've gone through it all: Celeste, you, and Miss Mathis. So while my plate is indeed full this week, yes Simon, you're right. It is the right thing to do."
Vain slaps Simon on the shoulder, before turning and heading towards the entrance. As Simon follows behind, he is heard asking a question that Vain finds most amusing.
"Do you ever grow weary of me always being right, Alan?"
The two men enter the main entrance of the hospital.
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Alan Wallace and Simon Wallace stand in a private hospital room, Alan at the foot of the bed, while Simon stands in the doorway. On the bed before them lies 'Silverheart' Jessica E. Mathis. Mathis has just told the two men about accepting the job offer that came her way, but has made Vain aware that she still plans on having his back, no matter what.
Having shut the door moments prior, Simon steps up to stand beside Vain, an morose expression on his face. Vain takes a few moments to formulate his thoughts.
"Alan Wallace and Jessica Mathis. A pairing that, six months ago, nobody would have seen coming. Hell, to be perfectly honest, 'Yours Truly' himself never saw it coming. 'Tis a credit to your determination and hard work."
Jessica: "Work tends to keep landing me in fucking places like this, it seems. I should probably work on that."
She begins to laugh at her comment, reaching for her head as she does so. A look of worry reappears on the face of Simon, as Vain stands in silence, the look on his face unreadable.
"That doesn't see like doing so would match your personality, Miss Mathis. Maybe that is part of your charm, and why I have found myself enjoying our partnership over these many weeks."
She lightly shakes her head, as she situates herself in the bed.
Jessica: "Weeks… days… hours… it seems like time flies when you're having fun. Or in my case, saddled in a fucking hospital bed. But at least right now, our team is here, together."
"Together is what we will need to be, if we hope to be successful at 'No Holds Barred'. We are going to be up against three extremely talented teams. It is going to take the both of us being at the top of our game, if we hope to walk out of Detroit as the new Cooperative Champions. Are you going to be ready?"
Jessica huffs in response.
Jessica: "Ready? Of course I'll be ready… you don't have to worry about that. I'm already preparing for the match mentally."
"Mentally, I know that you are ready, Miss Mathis. It is how you will be physically that concerns me. I have taken part in this style of match before, and it isn't for the faint of heart. Any pre-existing condition will only further be exacerbated, and exploited. It is just the nature of the match itself. So again I question, will you be ready?"
Jessica: "Ready is what I have to fucking be, Alan."
Vain is astonished at the venom in which she responds, but he doesn't let on, as the look on his face remains unchanged. Jessica crosses her arms over her chest, as she glares at the man whom she will be teaming with in less than a week. The two of them remain silent for many moments, before Simon speaks.
"Alan… maybe we should take our leave, and allow Miss Mathis to get her rest."
Jessica: "Rest? I'll rest when I'm dead."
Vain begins to laugh, which seems to irritate Jessica even more. Before she can speak though, Vain turns to Simon.
"Dead wrong, that's what I am, Simon. I have no doubt that she will definitely be ready for No Holds Barred. And yes, you are most likely right. I need to get back to Miami anyhow, so it is time we take our leave."
Jessica: "Leave if you must, but you never offered your opinion on the news that I shared with you."
Vain turns back and smiles at Jessica, reaching down and tapping her on the foot.
"You focus on getting healthy, and focus on preparing for our match on Monday. And on Monday, let's go out there and have some fun… kick some ass… and try to win those Cooperative Titles. Then we can worry about what happens after."
With a quick smile, Alan turns and heads towards the door, opening it and stepping out into the hall, with Simon right behind him. The two men begin making their way towards the elevator, stepping inside as the door opens.
"After, Alan? Meaning?"
"Meaning… well, Simon… guess..."
Vain then turns and looks at Simon, offering him merely a wide grin, as the elevator door closes.
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Thursday, April 19, 2018: Miami, Florida - Undisclosed Hotel
Alan is startled when the door is flung open, Simon hurriedly rushing into the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Do come in, Simon, and, apparently, make yourself at home."
Simon ignores the sarcastic comment from his client. Instead, he places the laptop on the counter, and opens it up. Once he powers it up, and after a few taps on the keys, Simon looks up at Alan.
"You've received another email, Alan."
"Yes Simon, I get numerous emails, every single day. Remind 'Yours Truly' to change his password soon."
Alan begins to laugh, but cuts it short as he notices that Simon's demeanor doesn't change. Rising to his feet, he makes his way towards Simon Wellington.
"Who is it from, Simon."
"Our concerned citizen."
"Lemme see."
Vain steps around the counter, moving beside of Simon, as he leans down to read the contents of the email.
Alan eyeballs the attachment for numerous moments, before double-clicking, and watching. He watches as a slender person makers their way around his property, almost in a sauntering fashion. The person is dressed in all black, a hoodie on to cover their features. Making their way to the East side of the estate, the person makes their way to a side entrance. It's at this point that the person lowers their hoodie, showcasing who it is.
Eden Morgan.
Reaching up to her hair, she pulls an object from it, a few strands falling down into her face as a result. She takes the object and begins attempting to insert it into the door lock. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she rights herself as the door opens. She slowly walks inside, leaving the door open as she disappears into the house.
"Keep watching."
Vain looks over at Simon in confusion, but turns back towards the screen as Simon points at it. This time, another figure is seen on camera, frolicking in the yard for many moments. Looking towards the house, the figure stops, their head slightly tilting towards the side, as they notice the open door. With a shrug, the person goes back to what he was doing, and the video link stops.
"Sonofabitch…"
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Thursday, April 19, 2018: Miami, Florida - Wallace/Worth Estates, Guest Quarters
Vain opens the door, letting himself into the guest quarters, with Simon stepping in right behind him. Vain looks around, noticing the numerous cases of VEEN water still sitting along the far wall, obviously at room temperature. He shakes his head in disgust.
"Heathen."
Simon has walked over towards the computer area, the contents displayed on a white board catching his eye. He calls over his shoulder at Wallace.
"Hey Alan, you have to see this."
He says it with a chuckle, which immediately causes Vain concern, as Simon is droll, and not humorous in the slightest way. Wallace makes his way over, taking it what it is that has Simon now in stitches. Proverbial, obviously. Heathens.
Vain stands there in silence, his mouth agape in disbelief, as Simon is doubled-over in laughter. A voice is heard from behind.
"'Tis the most nefarious, yet always charming, prince. Welcome to my humble abode, none-so-humble one."
Vain turns slowly, his face a mask of confusion and irritancy.
"Don't you mean my humble abode, dear crusader? Considering you are staying in my guest quarters?"
"Nay, Nefarious One. Mine location is just that."
"What?"
"Yes?"
The two men stand in silence, before Vain lowers his head, pinching the top of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Cynric stares at Vain for a few moments, before diverting his attention to the white board.
"As you have rightly read, charming prince, a great crusade doth await. You will need to make this visit quickly."
Simon, who has stopped laughing at this point, walks up beside of Vain.
"Yes Cynric, we were reading of your upcoming exploits. Care to explain what it is that it is referring to?"
Cynric looks at Simon with detest in his eyes, before spitting on the floor in disgust at Simon's feet.
"Thine curse is mine, Scholar, for the crusade in which I will embark is to rid the estate of Wall/Worth of the evil dragon which caused such epic and vast destruction not long ago. Or have you forgotten?"
Simon begins breaking out into raucous laughter again, as Vain looks at Cynric. He thinks for a moment, and then speaks.
"'Tis very noble of you, dear crusader, to take upon this cause most dangerous. Might I attempt to aid you in this quest?"
Cynric bows before him.
"'T'would be an hour, mine charming prince."
With a nod, Vain turns and makes his way back over to the white board. The initial erasing of what is currently written on it almost causes Cynric to suffer a coronary episode, but Vain turns and greets him with a smile, and a reassuring look, and Cynric begins to calm himself. Vain then turns back and begins writing something of his own. When he is finished, he steps off to the side, allowing Cynric the opportunity to read Vain's plan.
Vain tosses the marker at him.
"Your 'mighty, mythical dragon' is UGWC's Sweetheart, dear crusader. It was she who broke into Vain's home, and it was she who is responsible for the aftermath that occurred. Your negligence could have stopped it from happening."
Vain and Simon turn and head towards the door, as Cynric looks back towards the list.
"But what of number five, most nefarious one. How does that help in slaying the beast known as Eden Morgan?"
Vain stops, but doesn't turn around. Instead, he calls back over his shoulder.
"That's just good advice, Cynric."
Vain and Simon then exit, leaving Cynric alone.
"Indeed, you are most right, charming yet nefarious, and wise, prince."
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Monday, April 23, 2018: Detroit, Michigan - Little Caesar's Arena, Pre-Show
As the crowd settles in to enjoy the pre-show event, before No Holds Barred officially begins, the Global-Tron flickers to life. As the fans in attendance focus their attention on the Global-Tron, they are treated to a site they weren't ready for. 'Vain' Alan Wallace and Simon 'The Scholar' Wellington standing front and center in front of the camera, located somewhere backstage, both men with wigs on their heads.
'Angelica': "Hey guys and gals, it's me, 'The Vainemous One' herself, and one of my favorite people like, ever, in this world. My partner for tonight, Roxy!"
"Detroit is a shithole."
'Angelica': "Roxy! Language! Now we're reppin' the #CoolKids #Besties #NextCooperativeChampions. And I'm totes excited to be teaming with this lady here, as we continue reaching a global audience of #CoolKids followers."
"Yup, still a shithole."
'Angelica': "Roxy! And just so that everyone is aware… WE AREN'T INTO ANY LESBIAN STUFF, AND NEVER WILL BE!"
An audible groan from the male contingent in the crowd.
"Now we know that there have been a few times over the last month or so where it seems that we have been at odds, but I swear to God, we have never been more on the same page. We are winning the Cooperative Titles tonight, and there's nothing that any of the other teams can do about it."
'Angelica': "Eden Morgan and Gabriel Baal…"
"Dog shit."
'Angelica': "Jason Ingalls and Rogan MacLean…"
"Horse Shit."
'Angelica': "Alan Wallace and Jessica Mathis…"
"Utter shit."
'Angelica': "Alan is totes adorbs though. #Hottie #He'sSoPretty #Yummy
"Enough of this bullshit. Tonight. New Cooperative Champions. #guaranteeit"
'Angelica': "Like, totes what she said!"
With that, the Global-Tron goes to static, as there is numerous whistles and cat-calls from the men in attendance. The Global-Tron stays static for thirty seconds, before it flickers back to like, this time a live shot of 'Vain' Alan Wallace. He smiles.
"I appreciate the fact that all of you came out to support us tonight. And I know that everyone in the back is going to do their best to put on the best possible show they can for you. But not me…"
The camera begins to pan out, showing Vain seated on the bench within his private dressing room. He wrings his hands, but his eyes never leave the camera.
"I like to cut up more than anyone, hence the little parody that Simon and I recorded earlier yesterday for all to enjoy. Everyone who is a fan of UGWC, and HSW before that, knows that I'm the type of person that quite enjoys cutting up every chance I get, even if it doesn't seem like it at times. I like to have fun. Problem is, this shit stopped being fun a few weeks ago. Thanks to one person, and one person alone."
"Eden Morgan."
"Now I won't use this platform to go into specifics. Besides, those of you who consider yourselves 'smarks' likely know what I'm talking about anyway. And I've ready some of your thoughts in recent weeks, and there is one question that seems to be the most common amongst all of you. 'Why would Vain not go to the police?' Good question, and I honestly haven't had an answer for it. Until now."
"Prison Break."
"You see, whatever happens during this match here tonight… whatever I wind up doing to that bitch… it's all legal. There won't be any due process; there won't be a court case where we argue until we are blue in the face about culpability and the like; and there won't be the possibility of an imbecilic judge buying into her bullshit, or an idiotic group of twits comprising the jury who wind up letting her off on a technicality. No, in tonight's match, I'll be her judge. I'll be her jury. And most importantly, I'll be her executioner."
"While everyone else in that match will be looking to gain shiny championship belts to put around their waists, I'll be looking to gain revenge on everything that she has done, all the pain that she has caused, and all the misery that she causes for everyone who has the misfortune of being in her fucking presence."
"She's been the main reason behind the death of a member of the roster; she's the reason that Jason Ingalls was tortured by Chaos; and she's the reason why Killian turned on me, leading to the match between us at Horizons. It's for those reasons, and so, so many more, that I am going to relish the time that I have with her in that cell."
"I'm going to hurt you, Eden Morgan."
"I'm going to cut the head off the proverbial snake, and render The Court completely useless."
"I'm going to vindicate all those you have wronged."
"And I'm going to relish every goddamn minute of it."
"If, in the process, Miss Mathis and I happen to win the Cooperative Titles… so be it. But my ultimate goal? Your utter destruction. And for any of the others who happen to get in my way of that? Collateral damage."
"Eden… you have a few short hours left, before your life is turned completely upside down. I'd offer to apologize beforehand, but you don't fucking deserve it. So I hope all of the jokes and laughter, all of the dismissals of me because of my age or degradation of talent, all of the complete nonsense that spews out of your godforsaken suck hole every minute of every day… I hope it's all been worth it, Eden Morgan. Because tonight, you atone for all of your sins."
"Only I'm an unmerciful god. Because it will be what you deserve."
"You're welcome."
FIN
Time to do what you do best…
Vain is making his way down the ramp, his customary smile fully entrenched on the face that has garnered him so much attention over the years. He basks in the adulation that is being showered upon him, as he prepares for his upcoming match with Rogan MacLean… even if a part of that raucous ovation still slightly gives him pause.
It's amazing how jaded some of these fans can be. Sure, I'll never grow tired of hearing the female contingent show their appreciation for all things pertaining to 'Yours Truly', but for those guys in the crowd, I know they still secretly despise the fact that their women secretly yearn for me when they are spending time with their supposed 'significant others'. But fight against a trio they ultimately detest, and they'll be more than happy to overlook the emasculation they feel whenever Alan Wallace makes an appearance. Schmucks.
Vain steps through the ropes, focusing his attention for the first time on his opponent, Rogan MacLean. Wallace gives him a smile, as he starts to remove his robe, which elicits another loud reaction from the Chicago female faithful.
Wonder which Rogan MacLean shows up tonight? The Rogan who was an integral cog in the machine that was known as 'The Engine of Chaos'? The Rogan that retired that drunken imbecile Chaos, and ultimately went on to become a World Champion? Or will it be the 'other' Rogan MacLean. Hell, which Vain will I end up giving him? Most importantly, why does the blonde in the front row look so much like Celeste? Long-lost twin, perhaps? Hmm, that's a fantasy I haven't had the privilege of being a part of yet: twins.
Hazel East is going through the typical pre-match checks that nobody really pays attention to, ensuring that each man is going into this match up with no foreign objects, thus allowing for a clean wrestling match. Vain smiles down at her as she checks him over.
That's right, Hazel… drink it all in. I know this moment right here has made the day complete for you, and will now allow for you to stomach having to go home with Mitchell once again. It's what I do, darling… you're most welcome.
The bell rings, and the two men begin to circle one another. After finally locking up, the two are in a stalemate for a few moments, before Vain uses his strength advantage to shove MacLean back into the corner. After giving the masses what they want, he bows to Rogan, the two men both smiling, as Vain fully rises back to his feet.
The company just made their money for the week. Ooley should thank me after the match.
The thought makes him chuckle as he and Rogan lock up again, but this time Rogan moves in behind of him, grabbing him in a standing waist lock. Vain has to think fast, as Rogan is attempting to suplex him on the back of his head. A few successful blocks allows Vain to get his thoughts together, and reverse the hold, applying a standing waist lock of his own.
I wonder what Celeste is doing at this moment. Besides missing the love of her life, obviously.
Vain releases the waist lock, smiling as he notices the irritated look on the face of his opponent. He shows off his cat-like reflexes when he ducks the punch that Rogan throws his way, connecting with a knee lift, before tossing him across the ring with a suplex. He keeps the pressure on MacLean, connecting with a running knee that he follows up on with a belly-to-belly. Another knee has MacLean rocked, as Vain drops down for the cover. He chuckles as Rogan kicks out.
I didn't think it would be that easy. Maybe I'm getting the old Rogan tonight? Good.
Vain going for a stomp, but things go awry, and before he knows it, he's getting dropkicked in the side of the melon, and then has a leg driven into his throat. He's then deadlifted from the mat, in awe at the strength of the Irishman.
Didn't see that coming. Also didn't realize MacLean was such a strong motherfu-
All thoughts rush from his head, as Rogan deposits him on the base of his neck with a belly-to-back, but he has the wherewithal to get his shoulder up by instinct, before Hazel's hand hits the mat for two during the pin attempt. Vain still shaking loose the cobwebs, but realizes that he's being lifted up again for another suplex.
Not today, Rogan. Not today.
As he says those words to himself, one thing comes to mind before all else.
Vain manages to land on his feet, and immediately goes for a Curtain Call. He wasn't expecting to connect with it, and is surprised when he does. Caught off guard, it takes him a moment before he goes for the cover. That slight pause in reaction winds up costing him though, as Rogan kicks out at two.
Way to show your age, Alan. For crying out loud…
Realizing that he has MacLean on the ropes - figuratively, not literally, obviously - Vain begins stringing together a series of moves. A headlock morphs into a backbreaker, which then turns into a whip into the corner and a clothesline, before sending MacLean back to the mat with a DDT. He then begins working on Rogan's knee.
I bet Hans is verbally fellating my decision to try and render 'Alexander Wept' and 'The Call of Cthulhu'….. obsolete. Sigh… I need to try and DELETE that word from my vocabulary. Speaking of… maybe I need to have my hair done again. Hmm…
Vain returns to the action at hand, applying an ankle lock that he winds up grapevining. He applies as much torque as he can to Rogan's ankle without breaking it - he's not a monster, ya know - and just listens; first, as Rogan yells in agony; second, as the Irishman begins yelling something in Gaelic. He's then caught offguard, as MacLean begins dragging the two of them across the ring, as he attempts to get to the ropes in order to break the hold.
Good Lord, what in the hell does this guy eat? Has to be the potatoes. Popeye had his spinach; Rogan has his potatoes. Makes sense.
Rogan finally reaches the ropes, and Vain breaks the hold. At least long enough to drag Rogan out of the corner, slam his knee into the mat again, and then reapply the grapevined ankle lock. Once again, Rogan begins the painstaking act of clawing his way across the ring, in an attempt to reach the ropes. And once again, Vain is in awe of Rogan's mental toughness.
Mother of God, how much punishment can this kid take? What do I have to do?
Just before Rogan can reach the ropes, Vain releases the submission hold, drags Rogan to his feet, and connects with a Cherry Popper. He goes for the pin, not bothering to hook the leg because he's certain that the match is over.
Motherfucker!
Vain quickly gets back to his feet, taking a moment to plan his next move, as Rogan is slowly attempting to get back to a vertical base. Deciding to end the match now, Vain springboards off the ropes and goes for a Money Maker, but catches nothing but air as Rogan moves/falls out of the way.
That's unfortunate…
He doesn't get the chance to think of his next move, as he finds himself getting knee'd in the chest and chin, courtesy of Rogan MacLean. The shot to the chin causes him to see stars, and before he realizes it, Rogan has dragged him out of the corner and has made the cover. Vain barely is able to kick out before the three-count.
I had to ask for Rogan's best. Couldn't have bothered to ask for a cakewalk this close to No Holds Barred, noooooo
Rogan's frustration spills out as he pounds his fists into the mat, and that sound rouses Vain from the state he found himself in. It also helps that Rogan's bad wheel didn't allow him to fully connect with the Tiger Driver '91, because had he fully hit it, there's no way that Vain is able to kick out from yet another pin attempt. Rogan keeps the pressure on though, spiking Vain with a DDT. A Mercy Killing, mercifully, is about to put this thing to an end, but somehow, Vain kicks out.
Was that three? Christ, I think it was. Wait, his music isn't playing. Did I kick out? Christ, how?
Still unsure how he was able to kick out, Vain suddenly finds himself getting knee'd in the chin, the force sending him hard down to the mat.
My beautiful money maker…
The next sequence is a blur, as Vain wonders if he isn't slightly concussed. He knew he felt another Mercy Killing, he might have kicked out from another pin attempt, and he's pretty sure he's about to have his lights put out with a Call of Cthulhu. Instinctively, he manages to counter the move, connecting with an Ace cutter.
If I remember that tomorrow, I'll probably be impressed.
Vain connects with a Money Maker and makes the cover, but only gets a two-count. Remembering the work that he did on Rogan's leg earlier in the match, he knows what he has to do. He applies Vanity at its Finest, and after leaning into the hold as far as he can, Rogan finally has no choice but to tap out.
Thank God that's over. Christs sake…
After Vain helps Rogan to his feet and the two men shake hands, they slowly make their way up the ramp, together. Stepping through the curtain, there's only one thought that continues to run through his mind, ever since the match ended.
Why did Eden and her cronies not interfere? What is she planning.
The feeling of the chain coming down hard across his back leads to him yelling out in pain. And then one final thought.
Miss Morgan… I knew you'd come.
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Tuesday, April 17, 2018: Chicago, Illinois - Outside UIC Hospital
The two men each get out of the vehicle, Alan Wallace from the passenger side, and Simon Wellington from the driver side. Walking around the car, Simon comes to a stop beside of 'The Vain One', as the two men look up at the building in front of them.
"Guess I don't have to wonder who it is that we are here to see, right?"
"Right. You saw the aftermath of what she went through. Would it not be the right thing to do, considering what all she has been through?"
Vain stands in silence for a few moments, before turning and looking at his advocate and friend.
"Through all of the events that I have found myself going through over the last two years… from losing my World Title, to Killian turning on me, to Wallace/Worth Estates damn near being burned to the ground… there have only been three people that I have been able to truly count on as I've gone through it all: Celeste, you, and Miss Mathis. So while my plate is indeed full this week, yes Simon, you're right. It is the right thing to do."
Vain slaps Simon on the shoulder, before turning and heading towards the entrance. As Simon follows behind, he is heard asking a question that Vain finds most amusing.
"Do you ever grow weary of me always being right, Alan?"
The two men enter the main entrance of the hospital.
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Alan Wallace and Simon Wallace stand in a private hospital room, Alan at the foot of the bed, while Simon stands in the doorway. On the bed before them lies 'Silverheart' Jessica E. Mathis. Mathis has just told the two men about accepting the job offer that came her way, but has made Vain aware that she still plans on having his back, no matter what.
Having shut the door moments prior, Simon steps up to stand beside Vain, an morose expression on his face. Vain takes a few moments to formulate his thoughts.
"Alan Wallace and Jessica Mathis. A pairing that, six months ago, nobody would have seen coming. Hell, to be perfectly honest, 'Yours Truly' himself never saw it coming. 'Tis a credit to your determination and hard work."
Jessica: "Work tends to keep landing me in fucking places like this, it seems. I should probably work on that."
She begins to laugh at her comment, reaching for her head as she does so. A look of worry reappears on the face of Simon, as Vain stands in silence, the look on his face unreadable.
"That doesn't see like doing so would match your personality, Miss Mathis. Maybe that is part of your charm, and why I have found myself enjoying our partnership over these many weeks."
She lightly shakes her head, as she situates herself in the bed.
Jessica: "Weeks… days… hours… it seems like time flies when you're having fun. Or in my case, saddled in a fucking hospital bed. But at least right now, our team is here, together."
"Together is what we will need to be, if we hope to be successful at 'No Holds Barred'. We are going to be up against three extremely talented teams. It is going to take the both of us being at the top of our game, if we hope to walk out of Detroit as the new Cooperative Champions. Are you going to be ready?"
Jessica huffs in response.
Jessica: "Ready? Of course I'll be ready… you don't have to worry about that. I'm already preparing for the match mentally."
"Mentally, I know that you are ready, Miss Mathis. It is how you will be physically that concerns me. I have taken part in this style of match before, and it isn't for the faint of heart. Any pre-existing condition will only further be exacerbated, and exploited. It is just the nature of the match itself. So again I question, will you be ready?"
Jessica: "Ready is what I have to fucking be, Alan."
Vain is astonished at the venom in which she responds, but he doesn't let on, as the look on his face remains unchanged. Jessica crosses her arms over her chest, as she glares at the man whom she will be teaming with in less than a week. The two of them remain silent for many moments, before Simon speaks.
"Alan… maybe we should take our leave, and allow Miss Mathis to get her rest."
Jessica: "Rest? I'll rest when I'm dead."
Vain begins to laugh, which seems to irritate Jessica even more. Before she can speak though, Vain turns to Simon.
"Dead wrong, that's what I am, Simon. I have no doubt that she will definitely be ready for No Holds Barred. And yes, you are most likely right. I need to get back to Miami anyhow, so it is time we take our leave."
Jessica: "Leave if you must, but you never offered your opinion on the news that I shared with you."
Vain turns back and smiles at Jessica, reaching down and tapping her on the foot.
"You focus on getting healthy, and focus on preparing for our match on Monday. And on Monday, let's go out there and have some fun… kick some ass… and try to win those Cooperative Titles. Then we can worry about what happens after."
With a quick smile, Alan turns and heads towards the door, opening it and stepping out into the hall, with Simon right behind him. The two men begin making their way towards the elevator, stepping inside as the door opens.
"After, Alan? Meaning?"
"Meaning… well, Simon… guess..."
Vain then turns and looks at Simon, offering him merely a wide grin, as the elevator door closes.
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Thursday, April 19, 2018: Miami, Florida - Undisclosed Hotel
Alan is startled when the door is flung open, Simon hurriedly rushing into the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Do come in, Simon, and, apparently, make yourself at home."
Simon ignores the sarcastic comment from his client. Instead, he places the laptop on the counter, and opens it up. Once he powers it up, and after a few taps on the keys, Simon looks up at Alan.
"You've received another email, Alan."
"Yes Simon, I get numerous emails, every single day. Remind 'Yours Truly' to change his password soon."
Alan begins to laugh, but cuts it short as he notices that Simon's demeanor doesn't change. Rising to his feet, he makes his way towards Simon Wellington.
"Who is it from, Simon."
"Our concerned citizen."
"Lemme see."
Vain steps around the counter, moving beside of Simon, as he leans down to read the contents of the email.
To: Alan Wallace <TheVainOne@ugwc.com>
From: <Redacted>
Subject: House Fire
Now that you are aware of the 'who', find out the 'how'.
Regards.
From: <Redacted>
Subject: House Fire
Now that you are aware of the 'who', find out the 'how'.
Regards.
Alan eyeballs the attachment for numerous moments, before double-clicking, and watching. He watches as a slender person makers their way around his property, almost in a sauntering fashion. The person is dressed in all black, a hoodie on to cover their features. Making their way to the East side of the estate, the person makes their way to a side entrance. It's at this point that the person lowers their hoodie, showcasing who it is.
Eden Morgan.
Reaching up to her hair, she pulls an object from it, a few strands falling down into her face as a result. She takes the object and begins attempting to insert it into the door lock. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she rights herself as the door opens. She slowly walks inside, leaving the door open as she disappears into the house.
"Keep watching."
Vain looks over at Simon in confusion, but turns back towards the screen as Simon points at it. This time, another figure is seen on camera, frolicking in the yard for many moments. Looking towards the house, the figure stops, their head slightly tilting towards the side, as they notice the open door. With a shrug, the person goes back to what he was doing, and the video link stops.
"Sonofabitch…"
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Thursday, April 19, 2018: Miami, Florida - Wallace/Worth Estates, Guest Quarters
Vain opens the door, letting himself into the guest quarters, with Simon stepping in right behind him. Vain looks around, noticing the numerous cases of VEEN water still sitting along the far wall, obviously at room temperature. He shakes his head in disgust.
"Heathen."
Simon has walked over towards the computer area, the contents displayed on a white board catching his eye. He calls over his shoulder at Wallace.
"Hey Alan, you have to see this."
He says it with a chuckle, which immediately causes Vain concern, as Simon is droll, and not humorous in the slightest way. Wallace makes his way over, taking it what it is that has Simon now in stitches. Proverbial, obviously. Heathens.
Ending Thine Reign of Terror
1. Curse mine Quest Giver, for the results most grievous that will surely occur due to his absence.
2. Curse thine bard for abandoning me.
3. Admire the magical still photo of Henrietta.
4. Beg thine forgiveness of my beloved Quest Giver, who moved on to the great quest in the sky two years ago.
5. Make preparations, including sharpening mine sword, which I lovingly refer to as 'Pokey'.
6. Locate the mythical creature, and show him the error of his ways.
Vain stands there in silence, his mouth agape in disbelief, as Simon is doubled-over in laughter. A voice is heard from behind.
"'Tis the most nefarious, yet always charming, prince. Welcome to my humble abode, none-so-humble one."
Vain turns slowly, his face a mask of confusion and irritancy.
"Don't you mean my humble abode, dear crusader? Considering you are staying in my guest quarters?"
"Nay, Nefarious One. Mine location is just that."
"What?"
"Yes?"
The two men stand in silence, before Vain lowers his head, pinching the top of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Cynric stares at Vain for a few moments, before diverting his attention to the white board.
"As you have rightly read, charming prince, a great crusade doth await. You will need to make this visit quickly."
Simon, who has stopped laughing at this point, walks up beside of Vain.
"Yes Cynric, we were reading of your upcoming exploits. Care to explain what it is that it is referring to?"
Cynric looks at Simon with detest in his eyes, before spitting on the floor in disgust at Simon's feet.
"Thine curse is mine, Scholar, for the crusade in which I will embark is to rid the estate of Wall/Worth of the evil dragon which caused such epic and vast destruction not long ago. Or have you forgotten?"
Simon begins breaking out into raucous laughter again, as Vain looks at Cynric. He thinks for a moment, and then speaks.
"'Tis very noble of you, dear crusader, to take upon this cause most dangerous. Might I attempt to aid you in this quest?"
Cynric bows before him.
"'T'would be an hour, mine charming prince."
With a nod, Vain turns and makes his way back over to the white board. The initial erasing of what is currently written on it almost causes Cynric to suffer a coronary episode, but Vain turns and greets him with a smile, and a reassuring look, and Cynric begins to calm himself. Vain then turns back and begins writing something of his own. When he is finished, he steps off to the side, allowing Cynric the opportunity to read Vain's plan.
Steps on How to Not Allow Vain's House to Burn to the Ground
1. See something, say something.
2. Doors normally closed shouldn't be open.
3. Stop Frolicking - Vain's yard isn't a meadow.
4. Do not allow Eden Morgan to burn down Vain's home.
5. REFRIGERATE THE FUCKING WATER!
Vain tosses the marker at him.
"Your 'mighty, mythical dragon' is UGWC's Sweetheart, dear crusader. It was she who broke into Vain's home, and it was she who is responsible for the aftermath that occurred. Your negligence could have stopped it from happening."
Vain and Simon turn and head towards the door, as Cynric looks back towards the list.
"But what of number five, most nefarious one. How does that help in slaying the beast known as Eden Morgan?"
Vain stops, but doesn't turn around. Instead, he calls back over his shoulder.
"That's just good advice, Cynric."
Vain and Simon then exit, leaving Cynric alone.
"Indeed, you are most right, charming yet nefarious, and wise, prince."
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Monday, April 23, 2018: Detroit, Michigan - Little Caesar's Arena, Pre-Show
As the crowd settles in to enjoy the pre-show event, before No Holds Barred officially begins, the Global-Tron flickers to life. As the fans in attendance focus their attention on the Global-Tron, they are treated to a site they weren't ready for. 'Vain' Alan Wallace and Simon 'The Scholar' Wellington standing front and center in front of the camera, located somewhere backstage, both men with wigs on their heads.
'Angelica': "Hey guys and gals, it's me, 'The Vainemous One' herself, and one of my favorite people like, ever, in this world. My partner for tonight, Roxy!"
"Detroit is a shithole."
'Angelica': "Roxy! Language! Now we're reppin' the #CoolKids #Besties #NextCooperativeChampions. And I'm totes excited to be teaming with this lady here, as we continue reaching a global audience of #CoolKids followers."
"Yup, still a shithole."
'Angelica': "Roxy! And just so that everyone is aware… WE AREN'T INTO ANY LESBIAN STUFF, AND NEVER WILL BE!"
An audible groan from the male contingent in the crowd.
"Now we know that there have been a few times over the last month or so where it seems that we have been at odds, but I swear to God, we have never been more on the same page. We are winning the Cooperative Titles tonight, and there's nothing that any of the other teams can do about it."
'Angelica': "Eden Morgan and Gabriel Baal…"
"Dog shit."
'Angelica': "Jason Ingalls and Rogan MacLean…"
"Horse Shit."
'Angelica': "Alan Wallace and Jessica Mathis…"
"Utter shit."
'Angelica': "Alan is totes adorbs though. #Hottie #He'sSoPretty #Yummy
"Enough of this bullshit. Tonight. New Cooperative Champions. #guaranteeit"
'Angelica': "Like, totes what she said!"
With that, the Global-Tron goes to static, as there is numerous whistles and cat-calls from the men in attendance. The Global-Tron stays static for thirty seconds, before it flickers back to like, this time a live shot of 'Vain' Alan Wallace. He smiles.
"I appreciate the fact that all of you came out to support us tonight. And I know that everyone in the back is going to do their best to put on the best possible show they can for you. But not me…"
The camera begins to pan out, showing Vain seated on the bench within his private dressing room. He wrings his hands, but his eyes never leave the camera.
"I like to cut up more than anyone, hence the little parody that Simon and I recorded earlier yesterday for all to enjoy. Everyone who is a fan of UGWC, and HSW before that, knows that I'm the type of person that quite enjoys cutting up every chance I get, even if it doesn't seem like it at times. I like to have fun. Problem is, this shit stopped being fun a few weeks ago. Thanks to one person, and one person alone."
"Eden Morgan."
"Now I won't use this platform to go into specifics. Besides, those of you who consider yourselves 'smarks' likely know what I'm talking about anyway. And I've ready some of your thoughts in recent weeks, and there is one question that seems to be the most common amongst all of you. 'Why would Vain not go to the police?' Good question, and I honestly haven't had an answer for it. Until now."
"Prison Break."
"You see, whatever happens during this match here tonight… whatever I wind up doing to that bitch… it's all legal. There won't be any due process; there won't be a court case where we argue until we are blue in the face about culpability and the like; and there won't be the possibility of an imbecilic judge buying into her bullshit, or an idiotic group of twits comprising the jury who wind up letting her off on a technicality. No, in tonight's match, I'll be her judge. I'll be her jury. And most importantly, I'll be her executioner."
"While everyone else in that match will be looking to gain shiny championship belts to put around their waists, I'll be looking to gain revenge on everything that she has done, all the pain that she has caused, and all the misery that she causes for everyone who has the misfortune of being in her fucking presence."
"She's been the main reason behind the death of a member of the roster; she's the reason that Jason Ingalls was tortured by Chaos; and she's the reason why Killian turned on me, leading to the match between us at Horizons. It's for those reasons, and so, so many more, that I am going to relish the time that I have with her in that cell."
"I'm going to hurt you, Eden Morgan."
"I'm going to cut the head off the proverbial snake, and render The Court completely useless."
"I'm going to vindicate all those you have wronged."
"And I'm going to relish every goddamn minute of it."
"If, in the process, Miss Mathis and I happen to win the Cooperative Titles… so be it. But my ultimate goal? Your utter destruction. And for any of the others who happen to get in my way of that? Collateral damage."
"Eden… you have a few short hours left, before your life is turned completely upside down. I'd offer to apologize beforehand, but you don't fucking deserve it. So I hope all of the jokes and laughter, all of the dismissals of me because of my age or degradation of talent, all of the complete nonsense that spews out of your godforsaken suck hole every minute of every day… I hope it's all been worth it, Eden Morgan. Because tonight, you atone for all of your sins."
"Only I'm an unmerciful god. Because it will be what you deserve."
"You're welcome."
FIN