Post by Mr.Ego on Jul 7, 2024 22:16:28 GMT -5
Life is the sum of your choices.
-Albert Camus
It's amazing to think that one change in thought… one decidedly different decision made during one's life… can have such a drastic ripple effect on the course in which a person is taken.
For me, that decision occurred during my Senior year of high school. At the time it didn't seem to be that huge of a deal, but looking back? Looking back, it made all the difference in the world. You see, I knew that I was born into a family that allotted me certain… advantages. When you grow up wanting for nothing, the world is seemingly at your fingertips. Now for some, that would allow them to skate through life without a care in the world, knowing that no matter what happens, they would always have Mommy and Daddy's money and reputation to fall back on. For someone like me, while that knowledge would always provide a safety net of sorts if I were to ever need it, I wanted to stand on my own two feet, and prove to my family that I didn't need them to be a success. Even though they likely believed the opposite.
I always envisioned that success coming on the gridiron. I prided myself on being the best athlete on the field no matter what, and during a highly successful high school career, fielded quite a few scholarship offers from around the country. All I had to do was decide where I wanted to go. Would I go the legacy route, and attend the University of Miami as my father, and his father before him had done? Or, would I strike out on my own, much to my father's chagrin, and work on attempting to create my own legacy so that my children could make the decision to follow it or not when that time came? It was a choice that only I could make, and it was a choice that my recently turned seventeen-year-old brain struggled to make for months.
Senior year was what most expected. Finishing all the necessary credits in order to graduate; needing to finally make a decision on where my secondary education would take place; doing everything in my power to ensure that I was still the best athlete on the field each and every Friday night; and of course, the parties. Oh, the parties. It seemed every weekend there was some large gathering taking place, and it was always a 'Who's who' that would attend. At least that's what I was always told after the fact, because partying was never something that appealed to me. I had seen what a lifetime of drinking had done to my uncle when I was little, and I knew that wasn't a road that I wanted to travel. So, while all my friends were drowning their remaining brain cells each weekend, I chose to occupy my time a different way. Museums, art shows, a few plays, even studying. And then one night in early December, there was an event that changed my life completely.
A professional wrestling show.
Oddly enough, it was a last-second decision. That week I was supposed to travel with my girlfriend at the time, as she had a visit scheduled at the University of Clemson. Unfortunately, she had come down with a pretty nasty case of the flu, leaving that weekend wide open. Having never been to a wrestling event, I figured it would be an effective way to kill a few hours, having no idea what that decision would ultimately lead to .
It's funny how life works at times. Isn't it, Ms. Wylde?
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Thursday, July 4, 2024 - Miami, Florida: Wallace/Worth Estate
Alan: She's wiped out.
Alan Wallace has been quietly standing in the doorway, simply watching Celeste as she rocks Presley in the corner. Looking up, Celeste smiles, before gingerly leaning forward and rising from the chair. Walking over to the crib that rests along the South wall of the room, she gently places the sleeping little bundle of joy on the mattress, gently patting her back as she slightly stirs. Alan walks over to the bed and takes a seat, and he is joined by Celeste a few seconds later.
Celeste: She had herself a big day today. Someone just had to make sure she was awake for the fireworks.
Alan: It's a rite of passage, Celeste. All kids love fireworks.
Celeste: She's not quite four-months-old, Alan. She doesn't even know what fireworks are yet.
Alan: Yet she never took her eyes out of the sky, my dear. Point, Alan.
He smiles at her before leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Celeste: It was a great show. Simon did an excellent job with them.
Alan: Yes, Simon did an excellent job of hiring professionals who know what they're doing...
Celeste: Well I didn't see you making an effort to get things set up, Alan.
Alan rolls his eyes before bending down and beginning the process of removing his shoes.
Alan: I have a lot on my mind right now, Celeste. Not only do I have the distinction of headlining the WrestleStock festival this year as I retain my World Championship against Lucy Wylde, but Mr. Scott and I have also been granted the honor of becoming the new UGWC Cooperative Champions on Friday of that week. Becoming a dual champion will mean additional responsibility, media sessions, and autograph signings. My apologies for not wanting to be assed with the menial task of scheduling a fireworks display.
As he makes the statement, he has risen to his feet and removed his shirt and pants, now dressed only in boxers as he reaches for a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt.
Celeste: You seem mighty confident in what the outcome is going to be for those two matches, Alan.
Alan: Stick with the classics, that's what I always say.
Celeste: I've literally never heard you say that, Alan.
Alan: And you say I don't pay attention…
Now dressed in his sleeping attire, he crawls into bed, interlocking his fingers together as he places his hands behind his head, Celeste moving towards him and laying her head on his chest.
Celeste: Still, I know that you envisioned your relationship with Lucy going differently upon your return. Is that playing on you in any way leading into the event?
Alan: Ms. Wylde made her decisions, Celeste. She will be the one who must live with the consequences.
Celeste: And you're sure you're fine with Baby P and I staying behind while you're in Arizona?
Alan maneuvers around and kisses Celeste on the top of her head.
Alan: It's going to be much too hot to be out in it for any extended period, especially for Presley. So no, I do not mind it at all. In fact, I prefer it. Besides… I don't need either of you seeing what I may have to do.
Celeste raises up and looks at him.
Celeste: What do you mean, Alan?
Alan forces a smile but says nothing, instead preferring to just close his eyes while Celeste looks at him.
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Monday, July 8, 2024 - The Crusader's District of Adventure
Alan: Well hello there, handsome. Care to point me in the direction I seek?
Alan Wallace is shown at the entrance of 'The Crusader's District of Adventure'. Before him stands a life-sized Rhodium Vain statue, the smile that is engraved upon it perfectly matching the smile which adorns our champion’s own face.
Alan: I see, then I shall make haste, and shall find the adventurer in the place you speak. Tally ho, my good man!
A few fans that are also entering the district turn and begin questioning to themselves why someone would not only be speaking to a statue, but who apparently is able to listen to one as well. Alas, this is our Dear Crusader's district, and anything is possible.
Or, Alan has lost it. He has been in the sun a while today.
Our brave hero continues on his way, pausing at each Rhodium Vain statue that he comes across. And there are many. He passes by a jousting area and takes note of two knights preparing to do battle, with one of the knights oddly shaped like Boss Penguin. As he nears 'Ye Olde Restfulness Chambers', and the tavern that stands beneath it, he begins to hear a song. Soft at first but growing louder with each step he takes.
Alan: Ay yes, good old Chauncey! It shall be a pleasure to see him on this night!
As he passes the inn, he is almost knocked over by three large orcs who are sprinting down the dirt road that leads into the alley. Up ahead, he spots two night elves, who attempt to thwart the attack from the orcs, but to no avail, causing Alan to smile.
Alan: FOR THE HORDE! FOR AZEROTH!!
The song from our dear bard grows louder and louder.
In the halls of valor, hear this tale spun,
Of a man who faced a battle 'neath the sun.
With sword in hand and courage true,
He fought 'gainst odds, as heroes do.
Alan: Our dear bard must have heard I had made my entrance. It is a true gift that he has chosen to write a tale about me.
He continues on his way, his eyes darting back and forth as he searches for our dear crusader. The song continues.
But fate's cruel twist did not decree,
Victory's laurels for him to see.
For though he fought with all his might,
The tide turned dark with approaching night.
Victory's laurels for him to see.
For though he fought with all his might,
The tide turned dark with approaching night.
Alan: Well that sounds ominous…
Amidst the clash of steel and roar of war,
He stood tall, his spirit sore.
Through the chaos, he bravely strove,
Yet destiny's hand, it did not clove.
His strikes fell weakly, one by one,
Yet still he fought until the setting sun.
A warrior's heart, undaunted and bold,
Though his tale in defeat would be told.
Alan stops in his tracks, his brow narrowing.
Alan: I was mistaken. This song cannot be about me. Defeat? Perish the thought!
He then continues making his way around the district, now not only still attempting to locate Cynric, but also the dastardly bard who would spew forth such lies and inaccuracies. And still, the song continues.
For not every battle is won with a cheer,
Sometimes it ends in a bitter tear.
But in his loss, he found his grace,
A lesson learned in that hallowed place.
Sometimes it ends in a bitter tear.
But in his loss, he found his grace,
A lesson learned in that hallowed place.
Alan: Nobody finds grace in a loss. That's the most idiotic thing I've ever heard.
So raise a toast to the warrior's plight,
Who faced the darkness with all his might.
In the annals of time, his name shall remain,
A hero who fought, his name was Vain.
Who faced the darkness with all his might.
In the annals of time, his name shall remain,
A hero who fought, his name was Vain.
Alan: Son of a bitch!
He accentuates the vulgarity by punching the wall of what appears to be an old Post Office. A moment later, the door swings open.
Cynric: "For it is the charming yet nefarious prince. We meet again."
Alan glares at him, nis nostrils flaring.
Alan: I have two things to say to you, Cynric. Number one, your bard spews falsehoods, and should be banished to the decrepit wasteland that is the 'Arizona Regional Wrestling' district. And number two, the guest quarters still smell of Cheetos and three-week-old unwashed splooge sock. You uncultured swine!
Cynric: "Many apologies for how suddenly I needed to make haste those years ago, my dear prince. For mine was a quest of the utmost importance, and 'twas a quest that leads me to you on this very day."
Alan takes a step back and tilts his head slightly to the side.
Alan: I wasn't aware that you had found another Quest Giver, dear crusader.
Cynric: "There are many quests in need of completing, dear prince, none of which is as important as the one concerning you."
Alan: Well if the quest is to find the greatest entertainment professional in the history of our sport, you can rest easy, Cynric. I found him. It's me. I am HIM.
He points at himself with a smile. Cynric is unamused.
Cynric: 'Tis great knowing that your sense of humor is intact, dear prince. It shall serve you well once the fair maiden of calamity relieves you of thine World Championship."
Alan's eyes grow wide, and his right eyelid begins to twitch. His mouth gapes open, and he visibly begins to shudder. After many moments of this spectacle, he finds his voice once more.
Alan: I cannot believe that you would say such a thing, Cynric. I allowed you into my home. I fed you and gave you quarters. I… I do not have the words right now, dear crusader.
Cynric steps forward, placing an assuring hand on Vain's shoulder, a look of pity in his eyes.
Cynric: "It pains me to embark on such a quest, dear prince, for you know how appreciative I am for all that you have done. But my Quest Giver has seen it come to fruition, and he is never mistaken. The fair maiden of calamity will defeat you in six night's time. It is written. It is how you come back from such a grievous defeat that will determine the songs that will be written about you moving forward. And that is how I will complete my task, as mine gift to you will be to help you in this journey."
Alan stares at him for a moment, not sure whether to take a swing at him or have him committed. Thankfully, after a few moments of silence, he chooses a third option and places his hand on Cynric's shoulder.
Alan: You are a true and noble friend, dear crusader. I thank you for your tutelage and welcome any assistance that you may be able to provide as I navigate these treacherous waters.
Our dear crusader smiles a toothy grin, before then slapping Alan on the arm.
Cynric: "It is a glorious day, my charming yet nefarious prince! Say, you haven't happened to have seen Henrietta as of late, have you? Mine trusty steed has galivanted off somewhere unknown and has left me with worry."
Alan smiles at the question.
Alan: No worries my dear crusader. I took note of your trusty steed no more than an hour or so ago. She was galivanting about towards the 'Bronyland Ranch' district, with love in her eyes.
Cynric: "NAY! NAY, you say!!"
Cynric takes off in the direction of the 'Bronyland Ranch' district. Alan smiles as he watches him disappear into the throngs of people.
Alan: Crazy, lovable bastard.
Everything you are comes from your choices.
-Jeff Bezos
That one snap decision at 17-years-old put me on the path that I find myself on today. Because after witnessing such a spectacle, I knew that professional wrestling was what I was meant to do in life. The athleticism, the pageantry, the ability to have thousands of people eating out of the palm of your hand? It was the greatest thing that I had ever witnessed up to that point in life, and it left me in awe as I sat in my seat long after the last pinfall had been registered. Suddenly, everything that I had thought was important to that point was just static. Nothing but white noise in the background. Football… high school… college. It was all suddenly inconsequential, as sad as it is for me to admit that.
Unfortunately, my family didn't share that same belief, all but cutting me off once I told them that I planned to become a professional wrestler. Looking back, I can't blame them. The life of a pro wrestler is one of the toughest imaginable, especially when first starting out. And for most in this industry, it is a lifetime of hundreds of miles traveled, for mediocre pay days, all to turn around and do it all over again the next night. And the next. And the next. Until they reach a point in their lives where their bodies are too broken down to suffer the rigors of life inside the ring anymore, at which time they are relegated to attending small wrestling conventions around the country charging ten bucks for autographed pictures, in hopes that what they accomplished in the ring will be remembered by at least a few fans that attend.
Fortunately, the two of us were able to attain much more than that in this industry.
You have been one of the absolute best entertainment professionals that I have had the pleasure of meeting inside the ring, Ms. Wylde. You are a UGWC Grand Slam Champion, and before that, you were one of the best wrestlers that the OWF employed. You are a role model to thousands of fans around the world due to your work ethic and determination, even though I know that being branded a role model isn't something that you strive to be. Most impressive is the fact that even when things don't go as planned, the sheer will that you showcase in coming back from any and all pitfalls is something that each and every person on our roster should take note of and attempt to emulate. Because it would be extremely easy to allow yourself to be swallowed up by disappointment in this industry, Ms. Wylde. Yet time and time again, you make the choice to come back better than ever, without excuse.
To be perfectly honest, you are everything that Eden Morgan claimed to have been in this industry.
Then there's 'Vain' Alan Wallace, who is everything he claims to be and much, much more.
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Tuesday, July 9, 2024 - The Sonoran Desert, Arizona: Wrestlestock Week
Simon: I see that you still haven't taken my suggestion on getting out of the sun and resting.
Having been on the lookout for his client for the better part of an hour, Simon Wellington has finally found his friend within the festival grounds, seated at a picnic table under a large pavilion. Walking up, Simon takes a seat across from Alan, a worried look on his face.
Simon: You do realize the danger that you're putting yourself in being out in this heat, right?
Alan chuckles as he looks up from his phone.
Alan: I found shade under this pavilion, Simon. What more do you want?
Simon: I want you to take this week seriously, Alan. I want you to realize exactly what it is going to take for you to walk out successfully. I want you to understand what it is going to take to not only retain your World Championship, but to also leave Arizona as one-half of the UGWC Cooperative Champions.
The smile slowly falters from the lips of Alan Wallace as he glares across at his friend and advocate.
Alan: And what part of the entirety of my career has led you to believe that I don't know what to expect, Simon What aspect of the last twenty years leads you to question whether or not I am taking this fucking week seriously?
Alan doesn't allow him the opportunity to respond.
Alan: It isn't like I haven't taken part in this event multiple times over the years, Simon. I know exactly what it takes to traverse the entirety of the week, all the difficulties that come with it, and still emerge victorious when it matters most. Have I not done so multiple times over the years? Because I'm quite sure that I have.
Simon attempts to speak, but Alan raises his hand.
Alan: I managed to fight off the challenge from Martin in Germany back in 2015 to retain my World Championship. Looked damned unstoppable in doing so too, if memory serves. Three years later I managed to gain some semblance of revenge for my home almost being burned down, when I defeated Eden Morgan in an Inferno Match.
Simon: I'm not saying that you didn't, Ala-
Alan cuts him off.
Alan: But maybe I've been less successful when the Cooperative Championship has been on the line, right? Then how is it that Dirge and I won them in 2014, and then Killian and I won a Prison Break match to become champions in 2016?
Simon: Again, I'm not saying that, Alan.
Alan: Then what exactly are you saying, Simon?
Simon mulls over what he wants to say for a moment, Alan not taking his eyes off him.
Simon: I understand that you have had many successes at WrestleStock, Alan. Nobody is disputing that. And I know this isn't the first time that you have had multiple matches during WrestleStock week. But if I can be completely honest, Alan… those successes were years ago. You haven't participated in this event for four years, and that was a match where you and Travis Roberts lost to Donovan Hastings and Eden Morgan. The year before that, you lost in the second round of the WrestleStock Open to Robbie Bourbon. In fact, the Inferno Match that you mentioned against Eden... that is the last big match that you have won at WrestleStock. You were six years younger then, Alan.
Alan: So now I'm too old? Is that what you're saying, Simon?
Simon: Of course not, Alan. But Father Time is undefeated, and the older that we get, the more factors can play against us. Especially when it comes to the desert in the middle of the freaking summer.
The two sit in silence for a few moments, before Alan looks over at Simon.
Alan: Fine, Simon. I hear you. I'll head in.
He quickly rises to his feet and begins making his way through the festival grounds. Stopping, he looks back over his shoulder.
Alan: Did you manage to track down Mr. Scott, Simon?
Simon: I did. He asked if tomorrow would be fine to meet.
Alan nods before turning and continuing his walk through the festival grounds. He calls back out over his shoulder.
Alan: Set it up for tomorrow then, Simon.
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Tuesday, July 9, 2024 - The Devil's District
"You've gotta be fuckin' shittin' me," The Drunken Buzzsaw grumbles, as he flicks his finished cigarette out into the grass. "The fuck you doing here, Wallace? Haven't I seen enough of your bitch-ass lately?"
Alan doesn't allow the greeting to affect him, preferring to instead continue smiling as he walks over in front of Chaos, extending his hand out in front of him.
Alan: I wanted to stop by for two reasons, Mr. Anthony. For starters, I wanted to once again tell you how appreciative I have been for the times that you have helped me ever since Baby P was born. It means more to me than you know.
"Is what it is, dumbfuck," he spits, as he looks down at the still extended hand of Alan Wallace. "Put that fuckin' think away before I rip it off and beat you to death with it."
Alan looks down at his own hand, then back up at Chaos, before then shrugging and placing his hand in his pocket. Chaos walks over to a small table that is placed next to the largest smoker in the district, pressing down on the pump of a hand sanitizer bottle multiple times before then rubbing his hands together.
"And the second reason," begins Chaos, as he raises the lid on the smoker and checks on the various briskets and butts that are cooking within. "I ain't got all fuckin' day, ya know."
Alan lets out a loud laugh, but immediately regrets it. As soon as he begins, Chaos, Lucky, Bloodhound, A-Dogg, and multiple other unnamed Devil's Most Wanted club members turn and stare at him, mostly in disgust. He stops laughing immediately.
Alan: Well I have heard how great the barbecue is in this district for years now. I figured there was no better time than the present to finally break down and partake.
"You sure that's actually the reason," asks Chaos, as he inquisitively studies his long-time nemesis. "Or are you here to try and pick my brain regardin' your opponent on Sunday?"
Alan: Well nothing pairs better with barbecue than some good conversation, Mr. Anthony.
Chaos nods over at Lucky, who opens a second smoker that contains multiple pans of freshly smoked goodness. He piles a plethora of meat onto a plate, before then grabbing a bottle of sauce and walking over to the nearest picnic table.
"Here you go, douchebag," states Lucky matter-of-factly, as he places the bottle and plate down on the table. "Enjoy. Or don't. Really makes no difference to me."
Alan nods as he walks over and takes a seat. Inhaling deeply, he offers up a genuine smile.
Alan: I must admit, Mr. Anthony… it smells absolutely delicious.
"Yeah, no shit," Chaos remarks, as he closes the smoker that he is standing in front of, and makes his way over to the table, taking a seat across from Alan. "So, you wanna talk about Lucy, eh? Fine, let's talk."
The bearded behemoth smiles across at Alan, causing a shudder to come over the World Champion due to how unsettling a 'happy' Chaos is.
"It's pretty simple, dickwad," he says, his smile never faltering. "She's gonna kick your fuckin' ass, Wallace. Plain and simple."
Alan finishes chewing the bite of brisket that he had placed in his mouth, looking up at Chaos.
Alan: You realize I've beaten her before. Many times. Most recently, at Battleground a few weeks ago.
"And you realize that she was one of our fuckin' rocks," Chaos states, as he glares down at Wallace, "while you were fuckin' off for over two years?"
Alan: I'm aware, yes.
"Nobody gives a fuck about the Battleground match," The Buzzsaw states, as he lights a cigarette. "Zane had just as much to do with her being eliminated as any of you doofy bitches, so stop trying to hog all the credit for 'beating' Lucy Wylde. Fact is you were fortunate to escape that match with your title, but your luck is gonna fuckin' run out on Sunday."
Alan: And why is that, exactly, Mr. Anthony?
"Because she wants it more than you do, dick," he spits, taking another large drag from his cigarette and then blowing it directly into Alan's face. "And she definitely fuckin' deserves it more."
Alan's smile fades completely as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. Rising to his feet, he looks back at Chaos.
Alan: I appreciate the barbecue, Mr. Anthony. It was very good, but I must be going.
Chaos begins to chuckle as Alan turns to leave.
"That's the same look you're gonna have on Sunday, Wallace," he yells behind, eliciting no response from 'The Vain One'. "What a fuckin' bitch."
Chaos turns towards Lucky.
"Hey Luck," he says, causing Lucky to turn around towards him. "You give him the 'special' cue?"
Lucky doesn't respond, but the smile on his face says it all. Chaos turns back towards the direction that Vain disappeared in.
"Good. Fuck that guy."
You are free to choose, but the choices you make today will determine what you have, be, and do in the tomorrow of your life.
-Zig Ziglar
I could go through the litany of accolades that I have amassed over my career. I could list all the championships and honors that have been bestowed upon me over the last two decades. I could prattle on about what I am going to do to you on Sunday night as I successfully defend my World Championship against you. But to be perfectly honest with you, Ms. Wylde, all of that is a bit predictable and trite. And if we're being serious with one another, all it would do would play into the stereotype that you have about me as it pertains to my ego. As if my arrogance is all that I bring to the table in this industry.
Don't fall into that trap, Ms. Wylde. Many before you have felt similarly as it pertains to 'Yours Truly', at least until they get into the ring with me and see first-hand what I am capable of when something that I cherish is on the line. Hell, you should know that as well as any one, Ms. Wylde. Or have you tried to forget all those opportunities that you had to shut my mouth, yet failed to do so?
Pity, that.
I do not relish what I must do on Sunday, Ms. Wylde, because things could have been drastically different between the two of us. Things should have been drastically different between the two of us. We should be engaging in a battle of respect, with the better wrestler coming out on top, and then the two of us sharing a handshake once it's all said and done. Yet here we are, based off the choices that you have made.
I did my best to show you the respect that you deserve in an attempt to befriend you when I returned, and you spat in my face for it. The blatant disrespect that you have shown me since I returned, all based upon the person that you think I still am, is an insult of the highest degree. And because of that, now I have a choice to make.
Whether to simply defeat you on Sunday… or to go out of my way to completely embarrass you.
It isn't a choice that I make lightly, Ms. Wylde. Ever since I found out that I was going to be a father, I have begun studying my actions and reactions much more closely. I know that everything that I do in life can, and likely will at some point, reflect upon Celeste and Presley. And the last thing that I ever want to do is to act in a way that will ultimately embarrass the two of them. However…
In your case, I feel as if I need to make an exception.
Don't get me wrong, Ms. Wylde. I have no delusions of grandeur that everyone within the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition should be expected to like me, but I do expect everyone to respect me. For not only being the reigning UGWC World Heavyweight Champion, but for everything that I have put into this company since signing my first contract eleven years ago. For helping to redefine the Cooperative division with Killian, and to continue doing so with Mr. Scott once we take the Cooperative Championship off your hands on Friday. For bringing stability to the company when it was very much needed as the World Champion, and strapping that very company to my back and carrying it to heights that hadn't been seen to that point.
And those statements aren't my ego being out of control, Ms. Wylde. They are merely statements of fact.
Since returning, I have faced the absolute best that UGWC has to offer. At Horizons I defeated a man who I think is the absolute greatest to ever lace up a pair of wrestling boots, and while I can't speak for Sebastian, I feel it's safe to say that I earned his respect that night. As I have done with names such as Donovan Hastings, Matt Knox, Larry Tact, Ezra Wolf, and Zane Scott.
Apparently, you're more like Trent Steel than you'd like to admit, Ms. Wylde.
The absolute truth of the matter though, Ms. Wylde, is I wasn't expected to be where I am today. Regardless of what I know I can do in the ring, I wasn't expected to win the Massive Melee key back in October. I wasn't expected to become the Keymaster in November. I wasn't expected to dethrone Sebastian in December. And I wasn't expected to make it to WrestleStock still holding the UGWC World Championship. So, if by some force of nature you can withstand what I do to you in that ring, and rip my title away from me? I can be perfectly content with how this chapter in my professional life has gone... and will return home and celebrate life with my wife and daughter, knowing that I treated the World Championship with the respect and dignity that it deserves. Because that is the choice that I will make.
But what about you, Ms. Wylde?
What happens if the ghosts of your past pay you yet another visit? What happens if Sunday night's result joins your list of failures when it comes to facing 'Your Better' with singles gold on the line? Will you come back better than ever, battling through the disappointment of yet another loss to 'Vain' Alan Wallace when the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship is on the line? Or will you finally falter, spiraling out of control as you come to the realization that you just simply don't have what it takes to reach the level of 'Arrogance Personified'?
The choice is yours, Lucy.
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Wednesday, July 10, 2024 - The Sonoran Desert, Arizona: Wrestlestock Week
Alan turns the corner and immediately comes to a stop. With a heavy sigh, he begrudgingly trudges towards his home for the week, his brand new Foretravel Motorcoach Presidential Series Realm FS605 RV. The cause for the heavy sigh? It's what he sees towards the front of the 45-feet of luxuriousness. Or, rather, who he sees.
Jason Reeves.
Alan: It's been a long week so far, Mr. Reeves. I don't think I have the capacity to deal with… all that you bring to a conversation.
Reeves: "I realize that there has been a lot going on this week so far Alan, and I know that you have two extremely important matches coming up over the next few days. I promise not to keep you long, but I am planning a column for the next edition of UGWC: The Mag and would love to ask a few questions of you heading into WrestleStock. Please, just grant me five minutes, maybe ten?"
Alan looks down at his watch before sighing again. Looking back up at Reeves, he forces a smile.
Alan: Fine. Ten minutes. Come on in.
Alan enters the RV first, making a beeline to the residential-size refrigerator that is stocked full of precisely chilled bottles of VEEN water. Reeves enters last, in awe of the beauty that appears before him.
Reeves: "Wow. I mean, just, WOW! This is absolutely beautiful, Alan."
Alan: Oh, this old thing?
He chuckles as he takes a seat on the leather sofa. He motions for Reeves to join him as he takes a drink of water, replacing the cap once his thirst is quenched.
Alan: Let's get to it, Reeves. I need my rest.
Jason Reeves smiles as he pulls out his small recording device and presses 'record'.
Reeves: "I would like to thank you for taking the time to sit down with me, Alan. For starters, how are you feeling?"
Alan raises his eyebrows at the opening question.
Alan: Starting with a real barnburner of a question, eh Reeves? I thought you always asked the hard-hitting questions? I thought you were the ultimate 'straight shooter'?
Reeves: "Don't worry, Alan. Those are coming."
Alan: I guess we will see. As for how I'm feeling, I'm honestly feeling the best physically that I have since I returned last year. I've been fortunate to not suffer any lingering injuries, and now that Presley is sleeping longer through the night, I'm even able to get a decent amount of rest when I'm home. The first couple of months were brutal.
Reeves: "Understandable. So, tell me Alan, when you returned at the WrestleStock event last year, did you ever envision that one-year later, you would be headlining this event, while defending the UGWC World Championship?"
Alan: Definitely not, Mr. Reeves. Make no mistake, I knew I had the skill to do so… but the World Heavyweight Championship wasn't something that was even on my radar when I returned last year. I had a singular focus in mind this time last year, and it was a focus that I had been trained on for the better part of two years. Yet, once I began getting back into the swing of things and realized that I could still perform at the level that I was accustomed to, I knew that anything was possible.
Reeves: "Did that include doing what many in the industry felt would be impossible, in defeating Sebastian Everett-Bryce at Horizons?"
Alan: During the course of my career I have always prided myself on facing the absolute best that the industry has to offer. In some cases, I have emerged victorious, and in other cases I have suffered defeat. Yet, even in those defeats, I like to think that I have proven myself to be at the level of all those great competitors.
Reeves: "Yes, but Sebastian was an entirely different animal altogether, Alan. He was the standard by which all others were measured against."
Alan: He's still that standard, Mr. Reeves. He just has some company now.
Reeves: "And by that, you mean yourself, correct?"
Alan: Obviously, Mr. Reeves.
Reeves: "So does that mean that you are looking forward to locking up with him again, with the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship on the line?"
Alan smiles as he leans back in his seat. Lightly squeezing his bottle of water a few times, he finally responds.
Alan: I would love nothing more than to test myself against Sebastian again in a singles match. And if the World Title would happen to be involved, then even better. Right now though, those discussions haven't been had. And I can't afford to look ahead at a possibility, when I know the threats that abound who are looking to take my championship for themselves.
Reeves: "You mean someone like Lucy Wylde?"
Alan: She poses quite the formidable challenge, yes. And I expect Ms. Wylde to give me her absolute best on Sunday. Just as all the other challengers have over the last six months.
Reeves: "Lucy hasn't been known to offer many kind words about you since you returned. What does her animosity towards you stem from?"
Alan: I think that is a question you would need to ask Ms. Wylde, Mr. Reeves.
Reeves: "But if you had to take a guess as to the reason, what do you think it would be?"
Alan: It's hard to say, Mr. Reeves. I will be the first to admit that my personality clashes with a lot of people, as I have always thought very highly of myself. Maybe it is the arrogance that I have displayed over the years that she harbors ill will against, though it would be extremely ironic if that were the case, considering who her cooperative partner is. Sebastian and I are cut from the same cloth in a lot of respects.
Reeves: "Could it be related to previous times that you and she have been involved in championship matches, where you've been victorious?"
Alan: I don't think that's the case, to be perfectly honest. Everyone who has ever been involved in this industry has suffered defeat, whether it be in a normal singles match, or a match where a championship is on the line. Ms. Wylde is a professional, Mr. Reeves, and I don't believe she would hold a grudge just because I defeated her six years ago for the Cross-Hemisphere Championship; then again seven months later for the UGWC Cross-Hemisphere and World Heavyweight Championships at Day of Reckoning; and then at Outlast that same year; and again at Battleground for the World Title last month. That would be exceedingly petty, and we both know that Lucy Wylde is anything but petty.
He smiles at his own response. Reeves doesn't take note of it.
Reeves: "Then what do you suppose that it is?"
Alan: I think it directly involves Sebastian.
Reeves looks surprised at the response.
Reeves: "How so, Alan?"
Alan: Sebastian is not only her cooperative partner, but he is also her best friend. He has proven that he will go above and beyond to ensure that she is never hurt, and never suffers disappointment. Then it was because of Sebastian that she suffered her biggest disappointment, losing the World Title to him at Chaos in Chelsea. And then she watched four months later as I was able to do what she wasn't capable of, and I became the UGWC World Champion because of it. I think that fact eats at her, Mr. Reeves. I really do.
Reeves: "Do you think the fact that you defeated Sebastian when she couldn't gives you an advantage going into this match on Sunday?"
Alan: Hardly, Mr. Reeves. I would never base my predicted success against an entertainment professional by comparing our records against a third party that isn't even involved in our match. That would be preposterous. However, I do think I have an advantage going into Sunday. And it's a fairly distinct advantage, if I must say.
Reeves: "And that is?"
Alan smiles as he rises to his feet.
Alan: Quite simple, really. I'm 'Vain' Alan Wallace. And she's just Lucy Wylde.
Alan begins making his way towards the back of the RV.
Alan: Be sure to lock up when you leave, Mr. Reeves.
Alan disappears into the back room, as Jason Reeves gathers his belongings. As he nears the door, Vain yells out from his sleeping quarters.
Alan: You're welcome, Mr. Reeves.
~~~
Wednesday, July 10, 2024 - Hell on Heels District
Alan: Experience the glamour and glory of UGWC's femme fatales? She was a femme fatale? Obviously wasn't from anything she accomplished in between the ropes, that's for sure.
Alan stands in front of a display dedicated to the legacy of the one and only Gabrielle Montgomery. He sadly shakes his head from side to side.
Alan: I mean, if they want to recognize her for what she accomplished between the sheets, that's one thing… but between the ropes, she was barely above average.
Alan turns and heads further into the 'Hell on Heels' district, passing by a display to honor the legacy of Jessica Mathis, and then a display to honor the legacy of Magdalena Lockheart.
Alan: Yawn.
Rounding the corner he stops, his eyes going wide, and a grin forming on his face.
Alan: I do not believe I have ever enjoyed the red-light district in the past. What better time than the present?
He makes his way into the 'After Dark' area, the music thumping. As he takes in the scenery around him, he notices two individuals seated off by themselves, holding a private discussion at an out of the way table. Squinting as he looks in their direction, he soon smiles to himself.
Alan: It can't be…
Alan walks over and, once standing by the table, loudly clears his throat.
Alan: Well good evening, ladies. Fancy seeing the two of you together. I mean, I know the two of you are technically family and whatnot, but this is still quite a scene to behold.
The two women look at one another in confusion, as Vain grabs an empty chair from a nearby table and takes a seat.
Alan: You know Jez, I've said it before, but it bears repeating… I am terribly sorry for what occurred between the two of us. I feel somewhat responsible for the fact that you can no longer wrestle. But at the end of the day, it was you who turned on me and aligned yourself with that snake von Knorre. How is he, by the way?
Vain begins to chuckle as he leans back in his seat.
Alan: That's right, I almost forgot. He fucked off and headed out to California and left your little merry band of biker misfits in the dust. It's a shame, really. All you had to do was make the right choice all those years ago, and not only would you still be wrestling, but the two of us could have been the single-greatest tandem to ever perform in a UGWC ring.
Alan snaps his head around, glaring at the second woman at the table.
Alan: What are you smirking at, Ms. Morgan? It is directly because of you that UGWC was robbed of the opportunity of having its single greatest collective of cooperative achievements around for much, much longer than it was. Killian and I would have gone down in history as the absolute best, but you couldn't stomach it. You couldn't handle the fact that Zane, Killian, and myself were far and away the true generational talents of the group that you spearheaded the creation of… so instead of sitting back and watching us take over the industry, and yourself reap in the benefits of 'The Syndicate'... you instead tore it apart from the inside-out, turning brother against brother. All because your ego couldn't handle the fact that you weren't the star that you claimed to be.
The two women at the table look at one another in concern, but neither say a word. Alan rises from his seat.
Alan: You can apologize all that you want, but I'm not buying any of it from either of you! The simple fact is, I know that both of you are not only rooting for Ms. Wylde to defeat me on Sunday, but that both of you believe that it is going to happen. Like I wasn't the one that kept the two of you relevant in this industry. Well, until I retired you anyway, right Jez?
Alan almost loses his balance but reaches out and steadies himself by grabbing the chair that he had been seated in moments before.
Alan: Goddammit, I know that she's a great wrestler, and I know that she is more than capable of leading this company as its World Champion. She's done so before, and I have no doubt that she will do so again. But I'm not ready for that to be now!
He suddenly turns and begins to wobble off in the distance.
Alan: You two ruin everything! To hell with you, Eden Morgan! And to hell with you, Jezebel Saint!
As he continues making his way out of the district, running into multiple people in the process, the two women at the table - who are most definitely NOT Eden Morgan and Jezebel Saint - look at one another on confusion.
Girl 1: "Did that just happen? Like, seriously?"
Girl 2: "That old guy was cray-cray, but like, I heard something about some people having, like, psychotic episodes and whatnot. Maybe they're, like, drunk or something? Or maybe they ate something laced with something, I have NO idea!"
Girl 1: "Whatevs, girl. You ready for our boudoir shoot? Talk about cray-cray."
Girl 2: "Girl, please, I done been ready all day!"
The two women excitedly make their way to their feet and head out into the district, as off in the distance the voice of Alan Wallace can be heard yelling one word.
'Lucy'.
When something bad happens you have three choices. You can either let it define you, let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you.
-Dr. Seuss