Post by Holden Orson on Apr 28, 2018 22:10:52 GMT -5
There's many things I have not shown these people. Like you Fear, they constantly mock the one transformation that happened to me when Martin stopped and Holden began. Like them, you will never understand the reincarnation that happened there, as you all exist mundanely on Synergy, week in and week out. You're all sitting in line, waiting for your turn to be World Champion. You're always telling me about wasted potential and what I could have been. But you don't seem to understand that I don't want that. I cannot participate in the humdrum existence that you've made your life for what feels like decades now. I tried, for a couple of years, and I hated it. Everyone of you have fought each other countless times, you think you've figured it all out by now. What's left to prove, what's left to do? I may not be a former UGWC World Champion, but everyone knows in the back of their minds that I'm one of the true greats. The only thing that separates the Vains, Zane Scotts, Fears from the James Muellers, Forewell Bodings, and Nathan Scepters is repetition. None of you are better than even the smallest footnotes in UGWC history, you just haven't went away, scared everyone will forget about you.
Phrixis, what you see as “wasted potential” is me realizing that I may one day not be the unique entity that I am and putting a stop to it. I'm not going to fight Jet Somers 19 times on Synergy this year. I'm not going to rehash week in and week out my rivalry with Vain and my run with the Engine. I'm sure that you're proud of the fact that you've been a presence at the last 400 Synergies. It makes me want to yawn. Most would think the big name here is you Fear. You're a 2-time UGWC World Heavyweight Champion, and hot off the heels of headlining a pay-per view. Now you're in the main event of the first ever Chill card. But you're not the one that's the big deal, are you? I wasn't at Horizons, I wasn't around for the Lord of Trios event... but somehow, the inactive hipster with a questionable sexuality is already outshining UGWC's cornerstone. Just by being here.
So why am I the big deal here Fear? You're the cornerstone of UGWC. I'm perceived, as you've said, as wasted potential that comes and goes. But when I come, go, or stay, I always feel like a big deal, don't I? What's the difference then? You, like many of the veteran's here, have become mundane. I've been gone for a year and I already know what you're going to do and what you're going to say. Me? Everyone's at the edge of their seats, wondering what I have to say. What weird antic I'm going to do. Who's going to be elevated by my attention.
You've mastered repetition Fear, but I've found the secret to everlasting life.
Holden sits in his remodeled coffee shop, still devoid of customers, sipping a hot beverage while tapping away on his iPad. The doors open, ending the silence as Holden's long time manager yells through the door.
Waldo: I found another one boss!
Waldo Geraldo Faldo and a couple of workers he's hired walk into Holden's reopened coffee shop wheeling a large, unopened crate. Holden looks up from his iPad and smiles.
Holden: Excellent. Hopefully this one will be it.
Holden get up from his table and meets Waldo and the crew at the front of the door as tey potion the crate. He rubs his hands together excitedly as one of the workers opened the crate. After getting the top off, Holden peers inside.
Waldo: Do you like this one?
Holden frowns and rubs his goatee and considers.
Holden: How much was this one?
Waldo frowns, knowing he dodged the question.
Waldo: Almost $3,000. And they won't give a refund.
This seems to intrigue Holden. No refund can mean anything. It could be from a haunted place, it could be customer and no one wants it. Anything that would serve his purpose.
Holden: Oh? Why not?
Waldo: They don't make it anymore. It was a popular model for a while, but now there's no demand...
Holden: So it was mass produced?
Waldo: Well, yeah...
Holden waves off the chandelier with disappointment.
Holden: Scoff.
Waldo grows visibly frustrated.
Waldo: This is the third one, and you haven't liked any of them. Can't you just look for it yourself? Or at least tell me what you want.
Holden begins walking away, back towards his table. Waldo follows him.
Waldo: Look it up on the internet maybe? We're wasting money on chandeliers and I'm no closer to understanding what you want.
Holden waives off Waldo's statement. Waldo sighs in frustration and tries to walk away. Waldo stops him by grabbing him on the shoulder.
Waldo: Hey, at least tell me what's wrong with this one.
Holden sees the frustration in Waldo's eyes and nods.
Holden: Fine. I see that it's frustrating you.
Holden walks up to the box and invites Waldo to his side.
Holden: This one has several traits that keep it from being the perfect chandelier.
Waldo: Okay, Like what?
Holden:
It's nice to look at, but grows old quickly
It's a poor attempt of taking a classic idea and being a little different.
It's attempt to be different has made it trashy
And worst of all, it really looks like it belongs in a bar.
Waldo shakes his head, just not understanding.
Waldo: That type of thing isn't something I know how to look for. Some people like those traits.
Holden: Yeah... plebs.
Waldo: So can't you just tell me what you want?
Holden thinks for a minute.
Holden: I wish I could. But you should know it when you see it. I won't reopen this coffee shop without the perfect chandelier!
Waldo lets out a big sigh.
Waldo: Well... what do I do with this. I can't return it.
Holden reaches out and feels one of the pendalogues in his hand.
Holden: Send it to Detroit, I guess. I'm sure I could hit Fear with it.
Waldo: You're going to hit Fear with a $3,000 chandelier?
Holden smiles.
Holden: I'll hit Fear with any chandelier I can get my hands on. This one will give him... Holdenphobia!
Holden smiles, hoping his statement made him sound menacing. Waldo looks over at the help.
Waldo: You know, This is a three year feud over a sandwich. It's ridiculous.
For years we've bickered about a single sandwich. It turned into a UGWC running gag. There's a sandwich recognized on the roster and has actually been booked in matches. With all this nonsense going on, we've played a mental chess game. It wasn't the typical game I play. There's no Fear 3000 robot to mock your narcissism. We rarely met in the ring, and our paths rarely cross. We didn't hit each other with chairs and screw each other from winning matched. However, it never died. The promos with subtle jabs here and there. It stayed in the background, quietly.
With my abscense, our game's been on ice. It looked as if we may never see it come to a conclusion.
But then I heard about the Chill brand. While the leaves much to be desired, I was excited about the concept. I'm best as a rare attraction. You'll eventually grow to not understand my excellence or I'll grow bored of putting it on display. I'll won't win the World Title this way, but I won't be stuck in the rut so many of your peers face, Fear. Attempting to reach excellence by repetition.
Waldo shakes his head at the help as he's peering over another open crate, looking at another chandelier.
Waldo: This thing is hideous.
Guy: He said he wanted something different. Plus, there's no way this was mass produced.
Waldo: It looks like it's made out of bone or soap or something.
Other Guy: Dude wears a frilly party mask like all the time. He'll love this.
Holden appears out of nowhere and wedges between Waldo's help and peers into the crate himself. He looks at it perplexed. After several moments of silence, Holden finally comments on it.
Holden: It looks like something Ichabod would like.
Waldo: Well I'm only working for one eccentric weirdo at a time. What about you? Do you like it?
Holden holds his arms and tries to say something positive about it.
Holden: It's too... it's too ugly. Even for me.
Waldo sighs.
Waldo: What should we do with it?
Holden: Send it to Ichabod. He'll use it as an ornament in a monster truck or something.
Waldo and Holden walk away, leaving the help with Ichabod's new chandelier.
Other Guy: Monster truck?
It's always been scathing, both ways with us Fear. You twist your words around until you've basically called me wasted potential and an overall failure. I perform over the top antics as I call you old, repetitive, and boring. You delve into my mess that is my persona and make sure I know it's my weakness. I mock you for being formulaic, while you refuse to budge. But after signing on with Chill, I was asked if there was a match I'd like to do. Without hesitating, I mentioned your name. The office nodded and assumed I wanted to avenge a sandwich or kick your ass for calling me a failure.
But there was a different reason I asked for you.
For all your faults, you're one of the few people I actually and truly respect. You don't carry yourself as a billboard showing your title wins and accolades. You create history and have the confidence to preach advise to your opponents based off that history. You don't want to lose but it doesn't break you when you do. It breaks you more if you don't win against someone who could have done better You're no Zane Scott, Jet Somers, or Donovan Hastings. You'd rather have 1 good rivalry than 10 World Titles. There's a reason you're the cornerstone of this company and no one gives truly gives a shit about Travis Perice or Eden Morgan. You've truly never cared what they all think, you're here for the competition.
If I had to be a humdrum, repetitive, everyday member of the UGWC roster, I'd want to be you, the Phucking Phreak. Luckily I don't have to be.
Maybe one day you'll understand someone like be and truly evolve. I'm eccentric and twisted, but I know you see that same fire for competition in my eyes. It's why neither of us ever sees someone as a threat... just a challenge.
Waldo sits at the coffee bar on a wired landline phone Holden insisted on having installed rubbing his temples as he argues about another chandelier.
Waldo: I know it's a custom chandelier but $15,000 is way to much for some glass and light bulbs...... I don't care if the Duke of Cranberry used to own it.... Cambridge, sorry... I'm not paying for history, I need a chandelier.... My boss doesn't care about that... He doesn't care about that, either... I dunno he's either going to put it in his coffee shop or hit a guy with it.... no, he's going to pick it up and swing it at a guy...Hello?
Waldo hangs up the phone and rubs his temples some more. Holden bust through the door and points at Waldo.
Holden: Good news! I've found it!
Waldo: Found what?
Holden motions dramatically towards the door.
Holden: The perfect chandelier!
There's a pretty long, and awkward silence. Holden drops his pose.
Holden: What the hell?
Waldo: Does it have legs or something?
Holden: Maybe those guys need help.
Waldo and Holden exit the door and see the help they've hired struggling to get the crate off of the truck. Waldo glares at Holden.
Waldo: You didnt even help them get it off the truck?
Holden looks confused.
Holden: Was I supposed to?
Waldo grabs Holden's arm and starts walking him to the truck.
Waldo: Help them!
Waldo and Holden assist with getting the chandelier off of the truck and into the shop. Waldo and the help look down perplexed while Holden beams with pride.
Waldo: It's... what is that?
Holden: It's illuminated with Fibr Optic Cables and almost acts like a black light. It used to be in a nightclub.
Waldo: A nightblub? And you're gong to put it in a hipster coffee shop?
Holden: Isn't it ironic?!
Waldo: So this whole time, you were looking for ironic?
Holden: I guess so.
Guy: Yo... this dude is weird.
Phrixis, what you see as “wasted potential” is me realizing that I may one day not be the unique entity that I am and putting a stop to it. I'm not going to fight Jet Somers 19 times on Synergy this year. I'm not going to rehash week in and week out my rivalry with Vain and my run with the Engine. I'm sure that you're proud of the fact that you've been a presence at the last 400 Synergies. It makes me want to yawn. Most would think the big name here is you Fear. You're a 2-time UGWC World Heavyweight Champion, and hot off the heels of headlining a pay-per view. Now you're in the main event of the first ever Chill card. But you're not the one that's the big deal, are you? I wasn't at Horizons, I wasn't around for the Lord of Trios event... but somehow, the inactive hipster with a questionable sexuality is already outshining UGWC's cornerstone. Just by being here.
So why am I the big deal here Fear? You're the cornerstone of UGWC. I'm perceived, as you've said, as wasted potential that comes and goes. But when I come, go, or stay, I always feel like a big deal, don't I? What's the difference then? You, like many of the veteran's here, have become mundane. I've been gone for a year and I already know what you're going to do and what you're going to say. Me? Everyone's at the edge of their seats, wondering what I have to say. What weird antic I'm going to do. Who's going to be elevated by my attention.
You've mastered repetition Fear, but I've found the secret to everlasting life.
Holden sits in his remodeled coffee shop, still devoid of customers, sipping a hot beverage while tapping away on his iPad. The doors open, ending the silence as Holden's long time manager yells through the door.
Waldo: I found another one boss!
Waldo Geraldo Faldo and a couple of workers he's hired walk into Holden's reopened coffee shop wheeling a large, unopened crate. Holden looks up from his iPad and smiles.
Holden: Excellent. Hopefully this one will be it.
Holden get up from his table and meets Waldo and the crew at the front of the door as tey potion the crate. He rubs his hands together excitedly as one of the workers opened the crate. After getting the top off, Holden peers inside.
Waldo: Do you like this one?
Holden frowns and rubs his goatee and considers.
Holden: How much was this one?
Waldo frowns, knowing he dodged the question.
Waldo: Almost $3,000. And they won't give a refund.
This seems to intrigue Holden. No refund can mean anything. It could be from a haunted place, it could be customer and no one wants it. Anything that would serve his purpose.
Holden: Oh? Why not?
Waldo: They don't make it anymore. It was a popular model for a while, but now there's no demand...
Holden: So it was mass produced?
Waldo: Well, yeah...
Holden waves off the chandelier with disappointment.
Holden: Scoff.
Waldo grows visibly frustrated.
Waldo: This is the third one, and you haven't liked any of them. Can't you just look for it yourself? Or at least tell me what you want.
Holden begins walking away, back towards his table. Waldo follows him.
Waldo: Look it up on the internet maybe? We're wasting money on chandeliers and I'm no closer to understanding what you want.
Holden waives off Waldo's statement. Waldo sighs in frustration and tries to walk away. Waldo stops him by grabbing him on the shoulder.
Waldo: Hey, at least tell me what's wrong with this one.
Holden sees the frustration in Waldo's eyes and nods.
Holden: Fine. I see that it's frustrating you.
Holden walks up to the box and invites Waldo to his side.
Holden: This one has several traits that keep it from being the perfect chandelier.
Waldo: Okay, Like what?
Holden:
It's nice to look at, but grows old quickly
It's a poor attempt of taking a classic idea and being a little different.
It's attempt to be different has made it trashy
And worst of all, it really looks like it belongs in a bar.
Waldo shakes his head, just not understanding.
Waldo: That type of thing isn't something I know how to look for. Some people like those traits.
Holden: Yeah... plebs.
Waldo: So can't you just tell me what you want?
Holden thinks for a minute.
Holden: I wish I could. But you should know it when you see it. I won't reopen this coffee shop without the perfect chandelier!
Waldo lets out a big sigh.
Waldo: Well... what do I do with this. I can't return it.
Holden reaches out and feels one of the pendalogues in his hand.
Holden: Send it to Detroit, I guess. I'm sure I could hit Fear with it.
Waldo: You're going to hit Fear with a $3,000 chandelier?
Holden smiles.
Holden: I'll hit Fear with any chandelier I can get my hands on. This one will give him... Holdenphobia!
Holden smiles, hoping his statement made him sound menacing. Waldo looks over at the help.
Waldo: You know, This is a three year feud over a sandwich. It's ridiculous.
For years we've bickered about a single sandwich. It turned into a UGWC running gag. There's a sandwich recognized on the roster and has actually been booked in matches. With all this nonsense going on, we've played a mental chess game. It wasn't the typical game I play. There's no Fear 3000 robot to mock your narcissism. We rarely met in the ring, and our paths rarely cross. We didn't hit each other with chairs and screw each other from winning matched. However, it never died. The promos with subtle jabs here and there. It stayed in the background, quietly.
With my abscense, our game's been on ice. It looked as if we may never see it come to a conclusion.
But then I heard about the Chill brand. While the leaves much to be desired, I was excited about the concept. I'm best as a rare attraction. You'll eventually grow to not understand my excellence or I'll grow bored of putting it on display. I'll won't win the World Title this way, but I won't be stuck in the rut so many of your peers face, Fear. Attempting to reach excellence by repetition.
Waldo shakes his head at the help as he's peering over another open crate, looking at another chandelier.
Waldo: This thing is hideous.
Guy: He said he wanted something different. Plus, there's no way this was mass produced.
Waldo: It looks like it's made out of bone or soap or something.
Other Guy: Dude wears a frilly party mask like all the time. He'll love this.
Holden appears out of nowhere and wedges between Waldo's help and peers into the crate himself. He looks at it perplexed. After several moments of silence, Holden finally comments on it.
Holden: It looks like something Ichabod would like.
Waldo: Well I'm only working for one eccentric weirdo at a time. What about you? Do you like it?
Holden holds his arms and tries to say something positive about it.
Holden: It's too... it's too ugly. Even for me.
Waldo sighs.
Waldo: What should we do with it?
Holden: Send it to Ichabod. He'll use it as an ornament in a monster truck or something.
Waldo and Holden walk away, leaving the help with Ichabod's new chandelier.
Other Guy: Monster truck?
It's always been scathing, both ways with us Fear. You twist your words around until you've basically called me wasted potential and an overall failure. I perform over the top antics as I call you old, repetitive, and boring. You delve into my mess that is my persona and make sure I know it's my weakness. I mock you for being formulaic, while you refuse to budge. But after signing on with Chill, I was asked if there was a match I'd like to do. Without hesitating, I mentioned your name. The office nodded and assumed I wanted to avenge a sandwich or kick your ass for calling me a failure.
But there was a different reason I asked for you.
For all your faults, you're one of the few people I actually and truly respect. You don't carry yourself as a billboard showing your title wins and accolades. You create history and have the confidence to preach advise to your opponents based off that history. You don't want to lose but it doesn't break you when you do. It breaks you more if you don't win against someone who could have done better You're no Zane Scott, Jet Somers, or Donovan Hastings. You'd rather have 1 good rivalry than 10 World Titles. There's a reason you're the cornerstone of this company and no one gives truly gives a shit about Travis Perice or Eden Morgan. You've truly never cared what they all think, you're here for the competition.
If I had to be a humdrum, repetitive, everyday member of the UGWC roster, I'd want to be you, the Phucking Phreak. Luckily I don't have to be.
Maybe one day you'll understand someone like be and truly evolve. I'm eccentric and twisted, but I know you see that same fire for competition in my eyes. It's why neither of us ever sees someone as a threat... just a challenge.
Waldo sits at the coffee bar on a wired landline phone Holden insisted on having installed rubbing his temples as he argues about another chandelier.
Waldo: I know it's a custom chandelier but $15,000 is way to much for some glass and light bulbs...... I don't care if the Duke of Cranberry used to own it.... Cambridge, sorry... I'm not paying for history, I need a chandelier.... My boss doesn't care about that... He doesn't care about that, either... I dunno he's either going to put it in his coffee shop or hit a guy with it.... no, he's going to pick it up and swing it at a guy...Hello?
Waldo hangs up the phone and rubs his temples some more. Holden bust through the door and points at Waldo.
Holden: Good news! I've found it!
Waldo: Found what?
Holden motions dramatically towards the door.
Holden: The perfect chandelier!
There's a pretty long, and awkward silence. Holden drops his pose.
Holden: What the hell?
Waldo: Does it have legs or something?
Holden: Maybe those guys need help.
Waldo and Holden exit the door and see the help they've hired struggling to get the crate off of the truck. Waldo glares at Holden.
Waldo: You didnt even help them get it off the truck?
Holden looks confused.
Holden: Was I supposed to?
Waldo grabs Holden's arm and starts walking him to the truck.
Waldo: Help them!
Waldo and Holden assist with getting the chandelier off of the truck and into the shop. Waldo and the help look down perplexed while Holden beams with pride.
Waldo: It's... what is that?
Holden: It's illuminated with Fibr Optic Cables and almost acts like a black light. It used to be in a nightclub.
Waldo: A nightblub? And you're gong to put it in a hipster coffee shop?
Holden: Isn't it ironic?!
Waldo: So this whole time, you were looking for ironic?
Holden: I guess so.
Guy: Yo... this dude is weird.
