Post by Mr.Ego on Apr 13, 2024 20:41:56 GMT -5
Tuesday, March 19, 2024 - Miami, Florida: Wallace/Worth Estate (aka Vain Manor)
Alan takes a deep breath, before stepping through the doorway that leads into the kitchen. Sitting on the counter nearest the sink is a man who he thought he would never have to see again… especially in his own home. He glares at the unwanted visitor for a few seconds, watching as he drains the remnants from bottle number two, before immediately reaching into a cooler that is situated beside him, and grabbing number three.
"About goddamn time," comes the terse comment from the man known worldwide as 'The Drunken Buzzsaw'. "Take a seat."
Alan slightly tilts his head to the side, not moving a muscle.
Alan: My apologies for not being dictated to in my own home. Especially when the orders come from someone like you.
Chaos cracks open the third bottle of Chadweiser, tossing the cap into the sink before taking a large gulp. He then hops off the counter, slowly walking towards Alan, glaring at him the entire time.
"I don't wanna be here any fuckin' more than you want me here, douche," he states, coming to a stop as he goes nose-to-nose with the man he has hated more than anyone during the course of his career. "So just sit the fuck down so I can get this over with and be on my goddamn way."
Alan closes his eyes as he inhales deeply before he exhales in defeat.
Alan: Fine.
He pulls the nearest chair out and takes a seat, and after a moment or two, Chaos walks over and pulls out the chair directly across from him. Flipping it around, he takes a seat, the beer bottle in his hand dangling as he drapes his arms over the back of the chair.
"It's the drizzlin' shits having someone come into your home when you hate their fuckin' guts, isn't it douche," asks Chaos, a sinister grin beginning to form at the corner of his mouth. "Was the same for me when you showed up years ago when Hay-Hay was little. Which reminds me… I still owe you an ass-whippin' for that bullshit, don't I?"
Alan: Didn't you punch me in the face that night? Twice?
"Your fuckin' point, dick?"
Alan lightly shakes his head from side to side.
Alan: Just say what you have to say and leave, Chaos.
Chaos empties the third Chadweiser, suddenly realizing he left his cooler on the counter. Rising to his feet he walks over and grabs it, before making his way back over to the table. Taking his seat, he leans down and opens the cooler, grabbing a bottle.
"I'd offer you one," he says as he takes off the cap and takes a drink. "But I don't fuckin' like you."
Alan: The feeling is mutual, Chad. Can we get on with this, please?
"My old lady likes your old lady, fucknut" he says, before taking another drink. "To be honest, I like her too. Have ever since she came to work for Mixxxie's after that televised wedding bullshit."
Alan grimaces at the reminder, causing Chaos to smile.
"Yeah, I'm sure you liked that," he says with a smile, before taking another drink and then placing his bottle down on the table. "To think someone like Candi would choose to hang around a bunch of fuckin' degenerates, right?"
Alan: It's water under the bridge, Chad. We've worked all of that stuff out and are happier than ever.
"That so," he asks, narrowing his eyes as he looks across the table. "That why she called Xandy cryin' her fuckin' eyes out yesterday? That why she's upstairs wonderin' why her dickbag of a fuckin' husband would rather choose to stay in Chicago, instead of comin' home where he fuckin' belongs?"
Alan opens his mouth to speak, but immediately closes it. Chaos has made a valid point, and Alan knows it.
"The fuck's wrong with you, Wallace," he spits, shaking his head in disgust as he picks up his Chadweiser and takes another drink. "You got a beautiful baby girl up there - and an old lady who is far and away too goddamn good for you - and you're fuckin' it up. And don't get me wrong… I'm all for watchin' you crash and burn in everything that you fuckin' do, but like I said, Xandy likes your old lady, and so do I. And the state she's been in the last couple of days has Xandy upset. Which means I gotta fuckin' hear about it. Which means you're gonna fuckin' hear about it."
The two men sit in silence for a few moments, Wallace hanging his head and looking at his hands, as Chaos stares across at him. The silence is finally broken.
Alan: I love them both more than anything.
"Sure don't fuckin' seem like it from where I'm sittin'."
Alan: The baby just never seems to sleep, which means I'm getting no sleep. All of that here, coupled with my responsibilities as World Champion… I feel like I'm being pulled in too many different directions at once. The pressure is astronomical.
"Oh, fuck your pressure," comes the less-than-understanding response from 'The Drunken Buzzsaw'. "You're a parent now, so suck it the fuck up and deal with it. And if you can't make it work, then quit fuckin' about with your career and be a goddamn respectable parent. Celeste deserves that much, and so does Presley."
Alan: But I'm not ready to call it quits yet, Chad. There is still too much to do, and so much more to prove.
"Then figure it the fuck out, dumbass," Chaos spits, as he rises to his feet and grabs his cooler. "If you ain't willin' to put your career on hold to be a parent, then burn the candle from both fuckin' ends, but do it right. Be the husband and the father that you're supposed to me and do it with a goddamn smile on your face! Because if I gotta come back here, the pressure you're bitchin' about is gonna be the least of your worries."
With that, Chaos storms out, leaving Alan to his thoughts.
Alan: Always a pleasure, Chadwick…
Wednesday, April 3, 2024 - Miami, Florida: Wallace/Worth Estate (aka Vain Manor
Simon: How are you doing today, Alan?
Simon has walked into the bedroom and taken a seat on the sofa that runs along the wall just inside and to the left of the door. Across the room in the corner is Alan Wallace, seated in a rocking chair as he feeds his baby daughter.
Alan: Can't complain, Simon. Just sitting here spending some quality time with Baby P. I finally got her to calm down and eat. I guess she isn't used to dear old Dad doing this stuff just yet.
Simon: Understandable, seeing as how you are gone so often. Where's Celeste?
Alan: I told her to get out of the house for a bit. I believe she went shopping with Alexandra.
Simon leans to his right, craning his neck as he looks out the door and down the hallway.
Simon: He isn't here, is he?
Alan: No, Chaos didn't make the trip this time, thankfully.
Simon: Good. Because fuck that guy.
Alan looks up, smiling at Simon.
Alan: Why Simon Wellington, I assumed you were too refined to use such language.
Simon: I try not to speak in such a colorful manner, but he is the man who purposely ended my career. He can go to Hell.
Alan chuckles as he looks back down at his now-sleeping daughter.
Alan: So what can I do for you today, Simon? We are off this coming week, so I know the next booking hasn't been released yet.
Simon: I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing, Alan. It was just two days ago that you went to battle with Matthew Knox. And while I know you feel great that you were able to retain your championship in a hard-fought battle… how are you really feeling? Physically, I mean.
Alan: Well, my face hurts, Simon. Steel chairs to the head and mouth can do that, I suppose.
Simon: What did Jordan say when he checked you out after the match?
Alan: Slight concussion, take it easy for a few days, and I'll be right as rain for the next Synergy.
Simon: Good, good. So, about how you managed to retain the World Title?
Alan looks back up at his advocate and friend.
Alan: What do you mean, how I retained my title? I "buried my opponent alive", Simon. It's self-explanatory when you see the match type.
Simon: I'm speaking specifically about JC, Alan.
Alan: What about him, Simon?
Simon crosses his right leg over his left, and then interlocks his fingers as he places his hands in his lap.
Simon: There are some who are saying the only reason that you managed to retain your championship is because of JC.
Alan: Is that what you think, Simon?
Simon smiles over at him.
Simon: I think JC was doing nothing but being helpful in bringing you the wheelbarrow of dirt. Everything else is inconsequential.
Alan: And that's why I pay you the big bucks, Simon.
Simon: At some point though, you know that JC is going to want something in return.
Alan: I have a feeling that Mr. Knox is going to want to deal with JC before that occurs. So, we will cross that bridge when we come to it, Simon.
Simon: Agreed. Besides, you have other people to worry about in the near future.
Alan raises his eyebrows at the comment but says nothing.
Simon: While it will not be announced until next week, I have it on good authority as to who your next opponent will be when Synergy returns April fifteenth.
He allows the comment to hang in the air for a moment, as the baby begins to stir.
Alan: Are you planning to keep me in suspense, Simon? Or are you going to tell me who it is?
Simon: When Synergy returns to Chicago in less than two weeks, the UGWC World Heavyweight Champion will be squaring off against the new UGWC Chaos Champion in a non-title match. Alan Wallace versus Ezra Wolf.
Alan thinks about it a moment, before beginning to smile.
Alan: EZ and I again, eh? Interesting. Very interesting, indeed.
The baby begins to whine, and Alan crinkles his nose as he looks down at her.
Alan: Phew… it's amazing how badly these things can smell considering they only drink milk. Say Uncle Simon, care to help a tired Dad out?
There's no response, and when Alan looks up, he sees that Simon has exited stage left.
Alan: Thanks a lot, ass.
Thursday, April 11, 2024 - Miami, Florida: Wallace/Worth Estate (aka Vain Manor
A camera feed flickers to life, displaying a simple, empty mahogany chair. A bit of rustling is heard, and then a flash of white as the scene is encompassed by that of a suit jacket that is as pure as freshly fallen snow. As the figure moves away from the camera, yet towards the chair, we see that it is none other than the reigning UGWC World Champion, Alan Wallace. He takes a seat, looks into the camera, and smiles.
Alan: Good evening, EZ. I hope things are going well for you. I imagine once I have emailed you this video, you will wonder why I have sent it personally to you… wonder why I didn't make a bigger deal out of the whole production, possibly scheduling time with Ms. Malone for an all-exclusive interview where I tell the entire world what I think of you. And while there is always a time and a place for such things to occur, this is not one of them. I want to speak directly to you; man to man, and champion to champion.
He shifts slightly in his seat, crossing one leg over the other in his best Simon Wellington impression.
Alan: When Simon told me last week that he had it on good authority that you and I would be squaring off against one another when we returned to Synergy, I was extremely intrigued, albeit a bit taken aback. You see, I had expected 'The Consortium' to play their usual games and do everything in their power to make me squirm. To throw me off my game. To get into my mind. I figured maybe they'd throw me in a handicap match again, only this time maybe it would be against Matt Knox and Larry Tact. It would have made for good television, that I grant you. The man I just defeated to retain my grip on the World Title, teaming with the man who is ever so close to earning the next shot at my championship? It honestly would not have surprised me if Ooley had made that match, just to continue being the dick that we all have come to loathe.
He shifts in his seat again, leaning on the arm of the chair with his left elbow, as he begins to rub his chin.
Alan: Then again, he could have seen to it that Sebastian skipped to the front of the line to be granted another shot at the championship that I took from him at Horizons. The battle that he and I had, after the legendary run that he had been on for the better part of two years? I wouldn’t have faulted Ooley for making that decision, because quite frankly, Sebastian Everett-Bryce deserves another shot at the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship. He deserves another shot at me. Alas, that wasn't meant to be.
He begins to sadly shake his head from side to side.
Alan: Instead, he pits two of his champions against one another, in a match with absolutely no build for it whatsoever. And quite frankly, I'm offended by that.
Alan uncrosses his legs and leans forward, his hands clasped together in front of him, as he stares directly into the camera.
Alan: I'm offended for you, EZ.
He allows the statement to hang in the air for a few moments, never taking his gaze off the camera.
Alan: You are one of the brightest young stars in our business today, EZ. You have fought tooth and nail against some of the toughest men and women that I have ever stepped into a ring with, and no matter the outcome, you always come out better in the long run. You're young… you're hungry… and you just became the new UGWC Chaos Champion. This should be a celebration for you, EZ… or at the very least, the start of you making a name for yourself with that championship, so that the name Ezra Wolf is mentioned in the same breath as names like Ezekiel Pax, Chaos, Le Bord de Dieu, and Sebastian Everett-Bryce. Instead… they show you their appreciation by throwing you to the wolves…
He begins to chuckle as he leans back in his seat.
Alan: I imagine that comment will sting a bit, EZ. I imagine you will assume that is simply an arrogant blowhard dismissing and disrespecting someone who he feels is beneath him. And that is far, far from the case. Because I know what you can do in that ring, EZ. I know how talented you are, and how much you yearn to be a success in this business. I've seen it first-hand. Hell, I've felt it first-hand. You solidified to me the star that you are destined to become both times that we have faced each other in the ring. The first, when I narrowly edged out victory in a Chaos Rules match on September 11th… and again, when I failed to take the Conquest Championship from you two weeks later. You are every bit as talented as anyone I have ever stepped into the ring with, EZ…
He flashes his pearly whites.
Alan: But you're still not Alan Wallace.
Alan rises from his seat and walks over to the bay window that overlooks his pool area, his back to the camera.
Alan: You should take great pride in how that Conquest Championship match played out, EZ. Because gaining that victory not only allowed you to retain the championship that you had fought so hard to win, but it also put you on a very exclusive list, because you joined a very small percentage of the wrestling industry in being able to make the claim that you defeated 'Vain' Alan Wallace in the center of the ring, clean, one-two-three.
He turns away from the window, his hands in his pants pockets.
Alan: But if you think that the result will be the same this Monday, I suggest you put down the herb, because you've obviously gotten ahold of some bad shit.
He walks back over and re-takes his seat.
Alan: I offer up no excuses for how our last match ended, EZ. You defeated me fair and square. In a match that, frankly, I didn't care all that much about. You see, I didn't have aspirations of becoming the Conquest Champion. I had more pressing issues that I knew I had to deal with. Namely, winning the Massive Melee… then going on to win at Keeper of the Keys… and finally solidifying myself as the greatest of all time by doing what nobody in the company was capable of doing, and defeating Sebastian for the World Championship at Horizons. And that World Championship? That World Championship is why I am going to beat you on Monday, EZ.
He rises to his feet and walks over to the camera. Lifting it off the tripod, he holds it up at eye level, looking directly into it.
Alan: I take being the UGWC World Heavyweight Champion extremely seriously, EZ. Holding that championship not only signifies that I am the best in the company, but it signifies that I must prove that I am the best in the company each and every night that I step through those ropes and the bell rings. It doesn't matter if it's only Synergy. It doesn't matter if it's the opening match or the main event. It doesn't matter if it's a standard match against a rookie or a non-title match against another champion. All that matters is 'Yours Truly' exceeding everyone's expectations, and highlighting to the world that the absolute best our company has to offer is the standard bearer for not only our company, but the entire fucking industry.
He goes silent for a moment, looking off camera.
Alan: You're welcome, EZ.
Saturday, April 13, 2023 - New Orleans, Louisiana
The door slowly opens, and petite child of about eight pushes her hair ringlets out of her eyes as she looks up at the man at the door.
Alan: Well good evening, Miss Hayleigh. Is your Daddy home?
She looks up at him for a moment, before quickly turning and running back into the house. After a few moments, footsteps are heard coming closer, and then the door swings open.
"You can't be fuckin' serious right now…"
Alan: It's a pleasure to see you as well, Chad. Can we talk?
Chaos looks at him for a few seconds, before taking a step back and to the side.
"Well get the fuck' in here," he says in an irritated fashion. "We ain't coolin' the outside."
Alan offers up what appears to be a genuine smile as he steps through the doorway, the door shutting behind him.
FIN
Alan takes a deep breath, before stepping through the doorway that leads into the kitchen. Sitting on the counter nearest the sink is a man who he thought he would never have to see again… especially in his own home. He glares at the unwanted visitor for a few seconds, watching as he drains the remnants from bottle number two, before immediately reaching into a cooler that is situated beside him, and grabbing number three.
"About goddamn time," comes the terse comment from the man known worldwide as 'The Drunken Buzzsaw'. "Take a seat."
Alan slightly tilts his head to the side, not moving a muscle.
Alan: My apologies for not being dictated to in my own home. Especially when the orders come from someone like you.
Chaos cracks open the third bottle of Chadweiser, tossing the cap into the sink before taking a large gulp. He then hops off the counter, slowly walking towards Alan, glaring at him the entire time.
"I don't wanna be here any fuckin' more than you want me here, douche," he states, coming to a stop as he goes nose-to-nose with the man he has hated more than anyone during the course of his career. "So just sit the fuck down so I can get this over with and be on my goddamn way."
Alan closes his eyes as he inhales deeply before he exhales in defeat.
Alan: Fine.
He pulls the nearest chair out and takes a seat, and after a moment or two, Chaos walks over and pulls out the chair directly across from him. Flipping it around, he takes a seat, the beer bottle in his hand dangling as he drapes his arms over the back of the chair.
"It's the drizzlin' shits having someone come into your home when you hate their fuckin' guts, isn't it douche," asks Chaos, a sinister grin beginning to form at the corner of his mouth. "Was the same for me when you showed up years ago when Hay-Hay was little. Which reminds me… I still owe you an ass-whippin' for that bullshit, don't I?"
Alan: Didn't you punch me in the face that night? Twice?
"Your fuckin' point, dick?"
Alan lightly shakes his head from side to side.
Alan: Just say what you have to say and leave, Chaos.
Chaos empties the third Chadweiser, suddenly realizing he left his cooler on the counter. Rising to his feet he walks over and grabs it, before making his way back over to the table. Taking his seat, he leans down and opens the cooler, grabbing a bottle.
"I'd offer you one," he says as he takes off the cap and takes a drink. "But I don't fuckin' like you."
Alan: The feeling is mutual, Chad. Can we get on with this, please?
"My old lady likes your old lady, fucknut" he says, before taking another drink. "To be honest, I like her too. Have ever since she came to work for Mixxxie's after that televised wedding bullshit."
Alan grimaces at the reminder, causing Chaos to smile.
"Yeah, I'm sure you liked that," he says with a smile, before taking another drink and then placing his bottle down on the table. "To think someone like Candi would choose to hang around a bunch of fuckin' degenerates, right?"
Alan: It's water under the bridge, Chad. We've worked all of that stuff out and are happier than ever.
"That so," he asks, narrowing his eyes as he looks across the table. "That why she called Xandy cryin' her fuckin' eyes out yesterday? That why she's upstairs wonderin' why her dickbag of a fuckin' husband would rather choose to stay in Chicago, instead of comin' home where he fuckin' belongs?"
Alan opens his mouth to speak, but immediately closes it. Chaos has made a valid point, and Alan knows it.
"The fuck's wrong with you, Wallace," he spits, shaking his head in disgust as he picks up his Chadweiser and takes another drink. "You got a beautiful baby girl up there - and an old lady who is far and away too goddamn good for you - and you're fuckin' it up. And don't get me wrong… I'm all for watchin' you crash and burn in everything that you fuckin' do, but like I said, Xandy likes your old lady, and so do I. And the state she's been in the last couple of days has Xandy upset. Which means I gotta fuckin' hear about it. Which means you're gonna fuckin' hear about it."
The two men sit in silence for a few moments, Wallace hanging his head and looking at his hands, as Chaos stares across at him. The silence is finally broken.
Alan: I love them both more than anything.
"Sure don't fuckin' seem like it from where I'm sittin'."
Alan: The baby just never seems to sleep, which means I'm getting no sleep. All of that here, coupled with my responsibilities as World Champion… I feel like I'm being pulled in too many different directions at once. The pressure is astronomical.
"Oh, fuck your pressure," comes the less-than-understanding response from 'The Drunken Buzzsaw'. "You're a parent now, so suck it the fuck up and deal with it. And if you can't make it work, then quit fuckin' about with your career and be a goddamn respectable parent. Celeste deserves that much, and so does Presley."
Alan: But I'm not ready to call it quits yet, Chad. There is still too much to do, and so much more to prove.
"Then figure it the fuck out, dumbass," Chaos spits, as he rises to his feet and grabs his cooler. "If you ain't willin' to put your career on hold to be a parent, then burn the candle from both fuckin' ends, but do it right. Be the husband and the father that you're supposed to me and do it with a goddamn smile on your face! Because if I gotta come back here, the pressure you're bitchin' about is gonna be the least of your worries."
With that, Chaos storms out, leaving Alan to his thoughts.
Alan: Always a pleasure, Chadwick…
Wednesday, April 3, 2024 - Miami, Florida: Wallace/Worth Estate (aka Vain Manor
Simon: How are you doing today, Alan?
Simon has walked into the bedroom and taken a seat on the sofa that runs along the wall just inside and to the left of the door. Across the room in the corner is Alan Wallace, seated in a rocking chair as he feeds his baby daughter.
Alan: Can't complain, Simon. Just sitting here spending some quality time with Baby P. I finally got her to calm down and eat. I guess she isn't used to dear old Dad doing this stuff just yet.
Simon: Understandable, seeing as how you are gone so often. Where's Celeste?
Alan: I told her to get out of the house for a bit. I believe she went shopping with Alexandra.
Simon leans to his right, craning his neck as he looks out the door and down the hallway.
Simon: He isn't here, is he?
Alan: No, Chaos didn't make the trip this time, thankfully.
Simon: Good. Because fuck that guy.
Alan looks up, smiling at Simon.
Alan: Why Simon Wellington, I assumed you were too refined to use such language.
Simon: I try not to speak in such a colorful manner, but he is the man who purposely ended my career. He can go to Hell.
Alan chuckles as he looks back down at his now-sleeping daughter.
Alan: So what can I do for you today, Simon? We are off this coming week, so I know the next booking hasn't been released yet.
Simon: I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing, Alan. It was just two days ago that you went to battle with Matthew Knox. And while I know you feel great that you were able to retain your championship in a hard-fought battle… how are you really feeling? Physically, I mean.
Alan: Well, my face hurts, Simon. Steel chairs to the head and mouth can do that, I suppose.
Simon: What did Jordan say when he checked you out after the match?
Alan: Slight concussion, take it easy for a few days, and I'll be right as rain for the next Synergy.
Simon: Good, good. So, about how you managed to retain the World Title?
Alan looks back up at his advocate and friend.
Alan: What do you mean, how I retained my title? I "buried my opponent alive", Simon. It's self-explanatory when you see the match type.
Simon: I'm speaking specifically about JC, Alan.
Alan: What about him, Simon?
Simon crosses his right leg over his left, and then interlocks his fingers as he places his hands in his lap.
Simon: There are some who are saying the only reason that you managed to retain your championship is because of JC.
Alan: Is that what you think, Simon?
Simon smiles over at him.
Simon: I think JC was doing nothing but being helpful in bringing you the wheelbarrow of dirt. Everything else is inconsequential.
Alan: And that's why I pay you the big bucks, Simon.
Simon: At some point though, you know that JC is going to want something in return.
Alan: I have a feeling that Mr. Knox is going to want to deal with JC before that occurs. So, we will cross that bridge when we come to it, Simon.
Simon: Agreed. Besides, you have other people to worry about in the near future.
Alan raises his eyebrows at the comment but says nothing.
Simon: While it will not be announced until next week, I have it on good authority as to who your next opponent will be when Synergy returns April fifteenth.
He allows the comment to hang in the air for a moment, as the baby begins to stir.
Alan: Are you planning to keep me in suspense, Simon? Or are you going to tell me who it is?
Simon: When Synergy returns to Chicago in less than two weeks, the UGWC World Heavyweight Champion will be squaring off against the new UGWC Chaos Champion in a non-title match. Alan Wallace versus Ezra Wolf.
Alan thinks about it a moment, before beginning to smile.
Alan: EZ and I again, eh? Interesting. Very interesting, indeed.
The baby begins to whine, and Alan crinkles his nose as he looks down at her.
Alan: Phew… it's amazing how badly these things can smell considering they only drink milk. Say Uncle Simon, care to help a tired Dad out?
There's no response, and when Alan looks up, he sees that Simon has exited stage left.
Alan: Thanks a lot, ass.
Thursday, April 11, 2024 - Miami, Florida: Wallace/Worth Estate (aka Vain Manor
A camera feed flickers to life, displaying a simple, empty mahogany chair. A bit of rustling is heard, and then a flash of white as the scene is encompassed by that of a suit jacket that is as pure as freshly fallen snow. As the figure moves away from the camera, yet towards the chair, we see that it is none other than the reigning UGWC World Champion, Alan Wallace. He takes a seat, looks into the camera, and smiles.
Alan: Good evening, EZ. I hope things are going well for you. I imagine once I have emailed you this video, you will wonder why I have sent it personally to you… wonder why I didn't make a bigger deal out of the whole production, possibly scheduling time with Ms. Malone for an all-exclusive interview where I tell the entire world what I think of you. And while there is always a time and a place for such things to occur, this is not one of them. I want to speak directly to you; man to man, and champion to champion.
He shifts slightly in his seat, crossing one leg over the other in his best Simon Wellington impression.
Alan: When Simon told me last week that he had it on good authority that you and I would be squaring off against one another when we returned to Synergy, I was extremely intrigued, albeit a bit taken aback. You see, I had expected 'The Consortium' to play their usual games and do everything in their power to make me squirm. To throw me off my game. To get into my mind. I figured maybe they'd throw me in a handicap match again, only this time maybe it would be against Matt Knox and Larry Tact. It would have made for good television, that I grant you. The man I just defeated to retain my grip on the World Title, teaming with the man who is ever so close to earning the next shot at my championship? It honestly would not have surprised me if Ooley had made that match, just to continue being the dick that we all have come to loathe.
He shifts in his seat again, leaning on the arm of the chair with his left elbow, as he begins to rub his chin.
Alan: Then again, he could have seen to it that Sebastian skipped to the front of the line to be granted another shot at the championship that I took from him at Horizons. The battle that he and I had, after the legendary run that he had been on for the better part of two years? I wouldn’t have faulted Ooley for making that decision, because quite frankly, Sebastian Everett-Bryce deserves another shot at the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship. He deserves another shot at me. Alas, that wasn't meant to be.
He begins to sadly shake his head from side to side.
Alan: Instead, he pits two of his champions against one another, in a match with absolutely no build for it whatsoever. And quite frankly, I'm offended by that.
Alan uncrosses his legs and leans forward, his hands clasped together in front of him, as he stares directly into the camera.
Alan: I'm offended for you, EZ.
He allows the statement to hang in the air for a few moments, never taking his gaze off the camera.
Alan: You are one of the brightest young stars in our business today, EZ. You have fought tooth and nail against some of the toughest men and women that I have ever stepped into a ring with, and no matter the outcome, you always come out better in the long run. You're young… you're hungry… and you just became the new UGWC Chaos Champion. This should be a celebration for you, EZ… or at the very least, the start of you making a name for yourself with that championship, so that the name Ezra Wolf is mentioned in the same breath as names like Ezekiel Pax, Chaos, Le Bord de Dieu, and Sebastian Everett-Bryce. Instead… they show you their appreciation by throwing you to the wolves…
He begins to chuckle as he leans back in his seat.
Alan: I imagine that comment will sting a bit, EZ. I imagine you will assume that is simply an arrogant blowhard dismissing and disrespecting someone who he feels is beneath him. And that is far, far from the case. Because I know what you can do in that ring, EZ. I know how talented you are, and how much you yearn to be a success in this business. I've seen it first-hand. Hell, I've felt it first-hand. You solidified to me the star that you are destined to become both times that we have faced each other in the ring. The first, when I narrowly edged out victory in a Chaos Rules match on September 11th… and again, when I failed to take the Conquest Championship from you two weeks later. You are every bit as talented as anyone I have ever stepped into the ring with, EZ…
He flashes his pearly whites.
Alan: But you're still not Alan Wallace.
Alan rises from his seat and walks over to the bay window that overlooks his pool area, his back to the camera.
Alan: You should take great pride in how that Conquest Championship match played out, EZ. Because gaining that victory not only allowed you to retain the championship that you had fought so hard to win, but it also put you on a very exclusive list, because you joined a very small percentage of the wrestling industry in being able to make the claim that you defeated 'Vain' Alan Wallace in the center of the ring, clean, one-two-three.
He turns away from the window, his hands in his pants pockets.
Alan: But if you think that the result will be the same this Monday, I suggest you put down the herb, because you've obviously gotten ahold of some bad shit.
He walks back over and re-takes his seat.
Alan: I offer up no excuses for how our last match ended, EZ. You defeated me fair and square. In a match that, frankly, I didn't care all that much about. You see, I didn't have aspirations of becoming the Conquest Champion. I had more pressing issues that I knew I had to deal with. Namely, winning the Massive Melee… then going on to win at Keeper of the Keys… and finally solidifying myself as the greatest of all time by doing what nobody in the company was capable of doing, and defeating Sebastian for the World Championship at Horizons. And that World Championship? That World Championship is why I am going to beat you on Monday, EZ.
He rises to his feet and walks over to the camera. Lifting it off the tripod, he holds it up at eye level, looking directly into it.
Alan: I take being the UGWC World Heavyweight Champion extremely seriously, EZ. Holding that championship not only signifies that I am the best in the company, but it signifies that I must prove that I am the best in the company each and every night that I step through those ropes and the bell rings. It doesn't matter if it's only Synergy. It doesn't matter if it's the opening match or the main event. It doesn't matter if it's a standard match against a rookie or a non-title match against another champion. All that matters is 'Yours Truly' exceeding everyone's expectations, and highlighting to the world that the absolute best our company has to offer is the standard bearer for not only our company, but the entire fucking industry.
He goes silent for a moment, looking off camera.
Alan: You're welcome, EZ.
Saturday, April 13, 2023 - New Orleans, Louisiana
The door slowly opens, and petite child of about eight pushes her hair ringlets out of her eyes as she looks up at the man at the door.
Alan: Well good evening, Miss Hayleigh. Is your Daddy home?
She looks up at him for a moment, before quickly turning and running back into the house. After a few moments, footsteps are heard coming closer, and then the door swings open.
"You can't be fuckin' serious right now…"
Alan: It's a pleasure to see you as well, Chad. Can we talk?
Chaos looks at him for a few seconds, before taking a step back and to the side.
"Well get the fuck' in here," he says in an irritated fashion. "We ain't coolin' the outside."
Alan offers up what appears to be a genuine smile as he steps through the doorway, the door shutting behind him.
FIN