Jilted Lovers & Broken Hearts conclusion

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Sunday, December 12
About 5:00 pm Pacific Time
Stanford, California

”What am I even doing out here?” I ask myself as I sit in my car outside the Powell residence in Stanford, California. Ellie's parents, John and Carol, had called me a couple of days ago, saying it was urgent that I come down to talk with Ellie. Something about how her therapist thinks it would be healthy for both of us to discuss what went wrong with our relationship, and bring some closure to that chapter of our respective lives. And while I still feel like I'm hurting too much to be able to have a rational conversation with my former fiance, the sound of concern in Carol's voice over the phone was enough to convince me that they needed me to come down for not just for Ellie's sake, but for their sake as well. Despite what Ellie did to me, I still care about her parents, as they were a big part of my life for the better part of a year.

The air is crisp as I step out of my car. It's chilly for California, but considering the weather in Seattle this time of year, this is a definite upgrade from the weather I've been experiencing back home. The car chirps as I press the auto-lock button on my key chain, and walk up to the white picket fence that holds in the Powell's two-story, bright yellow house. It's just as cheery as ever, and already decorated for Christmas, complete with an inflatable snowman in the front lawn. I smile as I pass by the snowman, as somebody drew a mustache on it similar to the one John was sporting the last time I saw them, on what was supposed to be mine and Ellie's wedding night. The walk to the door seems almost like an eternity. Once there, I knock on the door, and am greeted by a warm embrace from Carol.

”Oh Gary, it's so good to see you! Thank you for coming down,” she says as she hugs me.

”Anything for a pretty lady,” I joke. I feel a slug on my shoulder as I say this, and turn my head to see John standing there. He seems in good spirits, although he looks noticeably older than last time. Then again, having a heart attack isn't exactly like getting a facelift.

”Don't you dare move in on my wife!” he cracks as Carol disengages, and he pops in to wrap me up in a bear hug! I cough a bit as he has me wrapped tight.

I'm gasping for air as he lets go. ”It's good to see you're getting your strength back. Won't be too long before I could call you up to be my tag team partner!”

”Anytime you need me, I'm ready!” John laughs as he throws so punches at the air. All of us have a laugh at this as we head into the living room. The bright green couches and red carpet are just as they were the last time I was here, and their Christmas Tree is decorated exactly as it was last year. John takes a seat in his easy chair, while Carol and I sit on the couch.

”Thanks for having me over. I thought after Ellie and I broke up, I wouldn't get the chance to see you two again.”

”Well, Gary, we're glad to have you. Truth be told, we're not very happy with our daughter for what she did to you. I mean, we love her to death, and lord knows we've all made our mistakes, but to do it so publicly and messily, well, it's a real shame.”

”Yeah, I'll tell you what, that Cyrus character didn't treat her nearly as well as you did, Gary.”

”Hey, I'm no saint myself. I realize there were somethings I could have done better, actually a lot of things. I guess the reason I accepted your invitation was because I know that I need closure on this situation just as much as Ellie does. How's she been holding up?”

Almost instantly, the faces of John and Carol become downcast. Carol place her hand on my knee as she answers my question. ”I'm afraid that she hasn't been doing that good at all. We took her back in when Cyrus left her, and since then, it's like she's a completely different person. She's been moody, sullen, and completely down on her self. We haven't heard her laugh or seen her smile ever since she came home.”

”We put her in therapy, but her therapist says that all she does is beat herself up about messing things up with you. She knows that she made a mistake, and she can't forgive herself. Now we're not asking you to forgive her or anything, but her therapist really thinks it would help her to be able to talk to you one on one. Carol and I realize the awkward position this puts you in, but if you'd be willing to help us out, we'd be really grateful.”

”What kind of man would I be if I didn't do what I could to help? I'll be the first to admit that even though she hurt me bad, I still care about your daughter. She was the first woman I ever loved, at least romantically, so I think I'll always have a special place in my heart for her. It would be petty of me to not try and put this behind me, and to help her move on as well. Where is she?”

John points upstairs. ”She's up in her bedroom. She hardly comes out anymore. Carol and I feel like it would probably be best for you to talk to her without us there, so long as you're okay with that.”

”I guess I can do that,” I respond, although the prospect of being alone with Ellie in her bedroom does worry me a bit. Still, if this is what it takes to put everything behind me, I got to do it.

”Good luck,” Carol wishes me as I get up from the couch and head up the stairs. Once up there, it's obvious which room is Ellie's, as there's a big purple sign on her door with her name engraved into it. I gently knock on the door.

Ellie's voice is muffled through the door, ”I'm okay, mom. Just leave me be...”

”It's not your mom, Ellie.”

I hear a thud, and then what sounds like running, and in a flash, the door is open, with Ellie standing right there with a smile on her face. She looks a little haggard, wearing a purple sweatshirt and pink flannel pajama pants. Her hair is messy, and she doesn't have any makeup on, but despite this, I've got to admit that I'm finding her to be very pretty. No, stop these thoughts, I got to go into this calm, composed. I can't let emotions take over this conversation,[/i] I think to myself. From out of nowhere, she gives me a very awkward hug, almost like that of a small child hugging somebody they haven't seen in a long time.

”You came back to me!” she squeals with delight, as I try to disengage the hug.

”Actually, Ellie, I came to resolve our issues, to help us both get a sense of closure. Nothing more, nothing less.” Her face drops at this, and she lets go of the hug, stomping back to her bed.

”You can sit there...” Ellie says sullenly as she points to a white chair by her desk. As I step into the room, I notice that it's overwhelmingly pink and purple. The carpet is almost a lavender color, while the walls are a light pink with purple accents. It's actually a rather large room, and in the corner, Ellie has a stack of stuffed animals, ranging from teddy bears and unicorns, to birds and a rather large Totoro plush. On a shelf near her door, she has a small collection of dolls, the centerpiece of which appears to be a set of Wizard of Oz dolls. I head over to her desk, grabbing the chair and setting it up next to her bed. I take a seat.

”So what do you want to talk about?” Ellie says, listlessly, staring out her window instead of looking at me.

”I think you know what I'm here to talk about Ellie. I'm here to talk about our past relationship, and try to figure out where exactly did we go wrong. I guess the big thing I want to know is why did you do what you did with Chris?” I ask her, calmly.

”You know, I really don't know. I guess I was just really upset with you for not telling me about the way you were being tempted by Sally...”

”So sleeping with my best friend is an acceptable way to deal with the fact that I had some temptations that I didn't act upon? That's rich!”

This really ticks Ellie off, and she begins to yell at me, ”Whether you acted on them or not, you should have been honest with me! Yes, I know I did you wrong, but you did me wrong first! That doesn't make what I did right, not in the slightest, but you should have been more forthright with me!”

At this point, I'm starting to lose my cool, and respond in kind. ”So you're telling me that you'd want me to tell you that I'm attracted physically to another woman? I didn't tell you because I thought it would hurt you to much to tell you the truth!”

”But it hurt me even more to have to hear it from Cyrus that you stood outside her hotel door! I just responded by doing what you didn't have the guts to do! You had an emotional affair, that's the truth of the matter, but I'm the bad guy because I actually did it! Ask yourself, what's worse?!”

”Well I don't know! I've never been in a relationship before you, and did I mess things up? You're sure as heck I did! But don't you go implying that I'm a coward because I didn't act on my impulses in regards to Sally Talfourd! I showed self control and restraint! For you! It was for you!” I can feel my face turning red at this point, as I'm really frustrated.

”You want to talk about doing something for somebody, your whole little abstinence thing before marriage, that wasn't what I wanted! If it were up to me, we would have consummated our relationship a long time ago! I know you liked to view me as your innocent little angel when we were dating, but the fact is, Gary, that before I met you, my prior boyfriends didn't have the same set of moral standards that you do! But then again, I couldn't ever tell you this, because anytime I brought up a past relationship, you'd always change the topic before I could tell you anything about it! You built me up in your mind as your pure, little good girl, when that's not who I actually was. I tried to change for you, and it was working, until you cheated on me emotionally. At that point, whether it was right or wrong, I had to do something to make myself feel good, and that just happened to be Chris Cyrus! Did I make the decision to do what I did with Chris? Yes, I did! I'm not denying that, but you drove me to him with your selfish, unrealistic expectations!”

”Oh come on! What man wants to think of his fiance in anything but the best light? If I viewed you a bit better than you think you deserved, then so be it, but I'm not going to sit here and apologize for my belief in waiting to have sex until I'm married! But if you want to talk unrealistic expectations, you put them on me too! You expected me to be your knight in shining armor, to be your strength at all times! I was more than happy to do it, but there were times when I needed that kind of support to, and you didn't give it to me!”

”Because you didn't ask! How could I have know that you needed my help if you didn't ask for it!? Whenever I was sad or needed help, didn't I tell you right away what the problem was?!”

”Well, yes...”

”And what did I always tell you after you helped me?!”

”That you hoped you never had to the same for me, but that you'd be willing to...” At this moment, the realization that I have been embroiled in a knock-down, drag-out argument with Ellie hits me. This kind of conversation won't help either one of us, and we both know it. She turns her back to me, and sits on her bed with her legs criss-crossed as she hugs her pillow. I look down at my feet, ashamed about the fact that I let things devolve into the screaming match. I get up and walk around her bed, sitting down next to her, and wrapping my arm around her. It feels at once awkward but at the same time natural, right. ”Listen, Ellie, I'm really sorry that things just got really heated there. The fact is that ever since we broke up, I've been nothing but miserable, and I just took it out on you there. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you about my struggles with Sally, I'm sorry for not being completely honest with you. And I'm sorry for placing expectations on you that you felt were unrealistic. Like I said, you were the first woman I ever dated, and I was hoping that you'd be the only one, but unfortunately, things just didn't work out. I think that's the thing I'm most sorry about.”

Ellie turns to look at me, her eyes tearing up. There's a sincerity in her face that shows how hurt and tormented she really is. At this point, I can't help but feel incredibly scummy for the way I just treated her. I pull her in closer, giving her a more full hug. As we sit there in our misery, she talks quietly into my ear. ”I'm sorry too. You were the best boyfriend I ever had, and I've been miserable to since we've been apart. We should do something about that...”

I'm confused by what she's saying, and think about it a bit before responding, while still holding her close. ”What do you mean?

”Well, if I forgive you, and you forgive me, then we should get back together. If the two of us have been miserable without each other, then it only makes sense that we won't be miserable together,” she whispers.

I completely agree with Ellie. There's no doubt that this past month and a half have been the absolute worst time of my life. About the only positive thing that's happened since Ellie and I have been apart has been my friendship with Sally, but that's merely a really good friendship, nothing more. I know that Ellie hurt me, but now I'm realizing the reason it hurt so much is because I love her more than anything else in this world. And if I love her, I can forgive her.

”I forgive you. Do you forgive me?”

Ellie looks up to me, and there's a sparkle in her eyes that have been missing until now. ”Yes, I forgive you.”

”So we're back together, then...”

She lets out her infectious giggle. ”I guess we are! We should get married, right now!”

”What?!” I'm taken aback by the forwardness of Ellie's suggestion.

”Well, we were going to get married anyways. Why should we wait any longer?

”I'd like that very much!”

”Me too.”

Ellie and I sit there in one another's embrace. I feel an immense weight off of my shoulders. This feels right, this feels like the way it's supposed to be.

~.~.~.~

A few hours later

Ellie looks absolutely angelic as she sits near the window in my private jet, the moon reflecting off of her, giving her face an otherworldly glow. She's looking down over Las Vegas, where we're about to land. Her face lights up with excitement as she looks down at the bright lights, the hustle and bustle. Even though it's called Sin City, what Ellie and I are here to do is hardly a sin. And although I must admit that it was a decision made largely on emotion, one that I really think I should have put more thought into, I'm still really excited about the prospect of getting married to the one woman I've ever loved. Do I wish we'd been able to have a big wedding? Sure. But we'll be able to have a big reception, and getting married right away seemed like the best way to compromise, based on her desire to do well, erm...something that I think we should wait to be married to do. The spontaneity of this decision does trouble me a bit, but it's too late to back out now. I've forgiven her, and she's forgiven me, and we were going to get married anyways, so why wait?

”So you really want to get married in Vegas? What if we run into you-know-who?”

”Unless he's marrying a hooker, I don't think we'll see Christopher while we're here,” she answers, giggling while doing so. I join in laughing at her joke, and place my hand on hers.

”Well, if by some chance we do, we know that I can beat him up,” I say with a smirk.

”So do you think my parents have wised up to the fact that we didn't just go out for coffee yet?”

”I'm sure they have. You're parents are a lot brighter than you seem to be giving them credit for, sweetie.”

She gives me a playful slug on the shoulder, giggling while doing so. Before long, we've landed, and gotten our rental car, and head off towards the Strip. Not too much later, we pull up to a 24-hour wedding chapel, Cupid's Chapel, to be exact. It's a quaint building, quaint for Vegas, at least. It's a pure white building, with palm trees surrounding it, and a white picket fence. Outside is a gazebo, complete with holiday trim and a wreath. I park the rental, and walk over to Ellie's door, opening it and offering my hand to help her out of the car. Once she's out, I pop the trunk, where there's a simple white dress we bought on the Strip. I carefully pull it out of the trunk, even though it's on a hanger and wrapped in plastic, handing it to Ellie. I also pull out my white ring jacket with the blue accents and feather on it. Ellie insisted that I bring it to the ceremony. Ellie and I are holding hands as we walk into the chapel. There's a young woman at the front desk.

”Welcome to Cupid's Chapel. I'm Marie. How may I help you?”

”Hi, Marie. My name is Gary Biggerstaff, and I called a couple of hours ago about having a wedding here tonight. Me and my wife-to-be are just coming to check in.”

Marie quickly checks her computer, and turns back to us with a smile on her face. ”Yep, you're in here, scheduled for 11:00 pm. We have about a half an hour until your ceremony, so if you'd like, you can either wait here or hit up some slots and come back, your choice!”

”We're not here to gamble, just to make a lifelong commitment. We'll wait here.”

”Sure thing!”

Ellie and I take a seat in the chairs up against the wall. She looks incredibly giddy as we sit there, waiting for our turn to get hitched. As we sit there, I think about what I said about not being in Vegas to gamble, but that seems exactly what we're doing here. I mean, considering the way that things ended for Ellie and myself, it's an incredibly huge gamble for the two of us to be getting married here tonight. I mean, I know I'll be faithful to her once married, and I'm pretty sure that she will be too, but the fact of the matter is that both of us have deep seated trust issues with one another that at this point, are starting to feel unresolved. Will getting married make these troubles just go away? Probably not. The more I think about it, the more this seems like it's not the best idea.

But then I look at Ellie, seeing the joy on her face, and I forget about all of these concerns. She's so beautiful, so gleaming, I can't help but feel like she's the prettiest girl in the world. And I know that when she's happy, she's the most fun person to be around, and that when push comes to shove, I really do love her. At one point, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, and I'm getting hints of that feeling once more. Once we're married, we'll have plenty of time to resolve our differences, and grow stronger together.

”Whatcha thinking about?” Ellie chirps, noticing that I'm deep in thought.

I smile as I answer her, ”How this is going to be the best decision I've ever made!”

”Darn right it is!”

At this point, Marie intercedes, ”You have about 15 minutes, so the two of you probably want to get changed into your wedding clothes. The men's dressing room is down the hall, and the women's room is right here to the left. There will be people in there to help you with your dress, miss.”

”Hopefully they're women!” I joke as I head down the hall towards the men's dressing room. Ellie waves to me as she steps into the dressing room.

”Next time I see you, we'll be getting married!” she yells excitedly. She has a skip to her step as she heads out of view.

The next 15 minutes are a blue as I change into their rental tux, with white pants and a blue tie and cummerbund. The attendant tries to hand me the white jacket, but I shake my head no, putting on my ring jacket instead. The look is completed by putting on my signature blue shades. I look in the mirror, and I look good. Really darn good. Once dressed, I head into the chapel, where I get to meet the minister. He's a kindly old fellow, with balding grey hair, and a bit of a gut.

”That's quite the getup you got there, son. But this being Vegas, I've seen much more flamboyant.”

”It's my ring jacket, sir. I'm a professional wrestler.”

”Oh. Well that would explain it.”

The minister briefly explains to me the format of the ceremony while we stand at the front of the small room. There's a white archway where we're at, with a couple of small pews to either side, each one being able to seat maybe four people apiece. The carpet is an understated brown, with a red carpet unrolled down the aisle. The place as a whole is a lot classier than I thought it would be. As the minister finishes his spiel, he asks if there are any witnesses to tonight's event.

”Unfortunately, no.”

”Don't worry. We can provide those.” He walks to the door, and yells down the hall. ”Marie, could you be a doll and send in some of the help staff to witness this wedding?”

One of the attendants who helped me with my tux comes into the chapel, as well as one of the women who I think helped Ellie. As she passes by, she gives me a thumbs up, saying, ”She looks beautiful.” This brings a smile to my face.

”Alright, places everyone! Let's get this wedding going!”

As the attendants take their seats in the pews, the minister and I stand at the alter. The traditional wedding song “Here Comes the Bride” plays over the speakers, and the doors at the end of the chapel open to reveal Ellie! Her dress is a full length white gown, with a simple elegance to it that really allows her natural beauty to shine through. I like it better than the dress she wore the first time we tried to get married. She has a shy look on her face as she walks down the aisle in tune with the music, holding her bouquet. As she reaches the alter, the music stops and the minister begins the service.

”Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Gary Biggerstaff and Ellie Powell in holy matrimony. Gary, you've told me that the two of you have your own vows, so if you would like to recite yours to Ellie at this time.”

”Gladly.” I turn to Ellie, holding both of her hands as I tell her the vows I came up with on the way to Vegas. ”Ellie, I am so glad for second chances, especially one with you. I vow to be faithful to you all the days of my life, be it emotionally or otherwise. I promise to always be honest with you, and to really make our marriage into a strong partnership. I promise to let you know when I need your help, and offer mine whenever you may need it. I promise to love, honor and cherish you all the days of my life.” I pull a ring out of my pocket. ”This ring is a token of my promise, a symbol of my never ending love for you. With this ring, I wed thee.”

I slip the ring onto her finger, and I can see the tears welling up beneath her veil. At this point, the minister turns to her.

”And your vows, Ellie.”

”Gary, I love you. I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused you in the past, and promise that it will never happen again. You are my Prince Charming, my Knight in Shining Armor. You are the love of my life. Like you, I am grateful for the second chance, and promise to not let anything ruin it. I promise to support you and love you in everything we do. I promise to love, honor and cherish you all the days of my life.” The female attendant in the front row hands Ellie the ring she has for me. Her hands are trembling as she holds the ring. ”This ring is a token of my promise, a symbol of my never ending love for you. With this ring, I wed thee.”

She's still shaking as she places the ring on my finger. She has a little bit of trouble getting the ring on, but I let her do it herself.

”Well, by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you man and wife! You may kiss the bride!”

I don't hesitate for a second, lifting Ellie's veil and planting a passionate kiss on her lips. She's crying tears of joy as we disengage from the kiss, and the music begins to play. The attendants are clapping loudly for us as we head up the aisle and out the door. After some filling out the legal documents with the minister and attendants, Ellie and I head out into Las Vegas as man and wife. We check into the Honeymoon Suite of the Flamingo Hotel, which we picked because of the fact that the Brandon Flowers' album we both love is named for the hotel. As we head into our room, I have an idea.

”You know, we haven't had our first dance yet. I think I know just the song.”

”What song is it?”

”It's a surprise!”

We unlock the door, and step in. I pull my I-Pod out of my suitcase, and hook it up to the room's stereo. I scroll through my play list, and click the song. I grab a hold of my new wife as Brandon Flowers' “Only the Young” begins to play.

”I love this song!” Ellie says excitedly as we begin to slow dance to it.

”I know...”



As the song comes to a close, Ellie looks up to me with hopeful eyes. I look back to her and smile. Maybe we can start again...

***

Airing Friday, December 17

Depeche Mode's “Spacewalker” begins to play over the starry background as the words FIRST CONTACT flash across the screen in bold blue letters.



The video switches to Biggs, who is in what appears to be a hotel room. He's dressed in a Tron T-Shirt and his signature blue shades.

”Welcome, one and all, to my pre-Christmas Chaos edition of First Contact! I am none other than your host, Biggs, and I think it's safe to say without hyperbole that my match at this Sunday's event is personally one of the most heated contests I've ever been in since joining APW. The fact of the matter is that my feud with Pence Weatherlight has become extremely personal, and yet, at the same time, it's more than that. Because this grudge between us is more than just petty squabbling between two competitors, because it's not simply about the fact that he hates me and I hate him. No, since last week's Overdrive, it became about much more than that when Pence Weatherlight emerged victorious from the Fatal Four way Match, and was crowned the new APW Overdrive Champion. I'm going to be very frank with all you right now, I am absolutely disgusted with myself for losing that match to Pence. And while I could make the excuse that he didn't beat me one-on-one, while I could bring up the fact that he gave me the Heavy Artillery earlier in the night, the fact of the matter is that for my all my skill and talent, I could not get the best of Pence Weatherlight on that night. Now I'm not conceding that Pence is a better wrestler than me, that would be insulting, but what I am saying is that Pence managed to emerge victorious over yours truly, something that I won't dare let happen again!”

“You see, Pence, the fact of the matter is that I hate you! There, I said it! I hate Pence Weatherlight! I hate everything about you Pence, from your arrogant demeanor, to your physical gifts, to your insistence that you aren't a scummy jerk bag! While I may have failed in my quest to turn the fans on you by revealing your true nature, you more than proved what kind of man you are when you had your masked men surround the ring last week, Pence, and I showed what kind of man I was. Because even though you brought your silly little friends out to watch your back, to make sure that I didn't try and turn tail and run, I stood defiantly in the ring with you, telling you exactly what I thought of you. And then you had to go and physically attack me when I hadn't even laid a finger on you! I scared you Pence, with my reason and sound arguments. Because as much as the fans refuse to believe that you are a pathetic, miserable human being, you had no choice to accept deep down inside that what I've been saying this past month about you is absolutely true! Now I've already talked at length about your shortcomings in terms of the whole Masked Man fiasco, so I'm not going to waste my time rehashing my arguments in that circumstance, but rather, I'm going to point out something that you said on Overdrive that points to your delusion. Roll the clip.”

A clip from this past week's Overdrive plays, with Pence talking to Biggs in the ring.

Pence: I mean, I may not be the whitest knight in the back, but at least I try to be the whitest knight, and I know what I do is wrong sometimes, but most of the time the sacrifice of my own personal feelings and beliefs was worth the gain. These fans respect me for that. They know it pained me to drop the Overdrive title and to go after the World Heavyweight title, but I did it. I had to do it because at the time no one in the APW could stop Level One from destroying APW from within except for me.

Now I know you have a lot of hate toward me for what I have done to that title in the past, but tonight I get my second chance to make things right. And if you were truly trying to help me...or these fans for that matter, then you would have never interfered in the first place and let me atone for my sins by regaining what I foolishly cast aside before.

The clip ends, and the view switches back to Biggs.

”So let me get this straight, Pence. You say that since you know you sometimes do wrong, that it's worth the sacrifice? As a Machiavellian, this philosophy sounds exactly like the one I adhere to in the ring, where the ends justify the means. And you think the fans respect you for this? How do you convince yourself of this lie? I mean, if the fans respect you for doing whatever it takes to win a match, doing whatever you have to in order to get ahead, than why are you Mr. Popular over it, and they hate me for it? Not that I care what the fans think about me, but still, there's a double standard there, Pence, and you have to admit it.”

“But further analyzing your malarkey, you said that it pained you to drop the Overdrive Championship. I'm calling bull crap on that right now, Pence! You knew that it was only a matter of time before Victor Hades was going to take that belt from you, so you faked an arm injury so you could forfeit the title via injury rather than losing it like a man. Sure, I may have lost the Overdrive Championship twice, but it was in the context of a match, where I was giving the title the respect it deserved! And furthermore, had it only been a one time occurrence where you tried to forfeit a belt due to injury, I may have bought the sincerity of the action, but the fact that you tried to do the same exact thing with the APW Heavyweight Championship, which in all honesty is more prestigious than the title we're facing off for this Sunday, well, that shows me that you have no respect for any APW Championship, or any championship in professional wrestling for that matter! Now I know you like to rationalize dropping the Overdrive Championship for a chance to 'save' APW from Level-One's run as APW Champion, but I'd much rather have a champion like Level-One who actually fights for and defends the belt, rather than some self-centered, delusional punk who buys his own hype. You think that you were the only one who was able to beat Level-One at that time, but the fact of the matter is that it should have been Victor Hades, and not you, headlining RassleMania with Level-One!”

“But back to the Overdrive Championship, your stance that I should have just let you win the title in the first place to be able to somehow atone for your prior misdeeds in regards to the championship, well, that's just asinine. They say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. The fact is Pence, is that the last two times you held a title, you disgraced them by trying to forfeit them. I'm not going to give you the chance to forfeit the Overdrive Championship this time, Pence, because I am going to flat out beat you for it this Sunday!”

“I've already made my case as to why you're a bad person Pence, I've already offered you my help in realizing this for yourself, but the fact of the matter is Pence, is that I'm going to have to convince you the old fashioned way, by utterly embarrassing you in the ring. And while I realize I have yet to beat you in a singles match yet, Pence, that doesn't mean that I'm not capable of it. Last year's Christmas Chaos, I'll admit, I wasn't ready for you. When I faced you in a rematch for the Overdrive Championship last January, Adam Freeman stuck his nose in my business and prevented me from beating you. And when Jeff called you out as my mystery opponent in the pick your poison match, well, there was no way I could prepare for you there as well. But when you look at brass tacks, Pence, the fact of the matter is that I'm going into this particular match up in a very different place than I was when those other three matches occurred. You may have been the better man those nights, but not this night, Pence, not a chance.”

“I'll be the first to admit that you are a talented professional wrestler, Pence. Your accolades speak for themselves. You have a set of natural gifts that I'll never have, in your strength and size. But when you really look at it Pence, I am the better wrestler than you are. And maybe it's because of my smaller size that I have to be, but the fact of the matter is Pence, is that there is nobody in APW who can out wrestle me. My skill and technique are second to none. But that doesn't change the fact that physically, I can't match you for power, I can't match you for toughness. I can persevere with the best of them, my match with President Jeff at One Night in Hell showed that, but the fact of the matter is that my smaller muscle mass makes me more susceptible to power moves, that try as I might, there will be times where I will just get overpowered, and where I must be able to somehow hold on until I get a chance to demonstrate my skill and make my opponent pay. The key to you being able to win this match, Pence, is being able to figure out how to contain me long enough to chain together a series of moves that will be enough to put me away for the one, two, three. I'm just being realistic here, Pence. You can beat me. But as much as you like to think otherwise, Pence, I can beat you.”

“I know that I'm going to have to utilize all the skill I can muster, that I'm going to need to make a game plan and execute it to perfection to be able to get the win. I'm going to have to keep the tempo at my pace, not yours. I know I'm going to have to wear you down before going for the home run shot. You don't have to, but I do. It's by realizing my limitations, Pence, that I'm able to come up with a way to utilize my strengths to defeat you. You fail to realize your own shortcomings, inflating your own ego and sense of self worth, thinking that you're unbeatable. I've shown this to be false in recent tag matches, Pence, and Level-One has sure shown this time and time again! If I know you, Pence, and I'd like to think that I do, then you're totally discounting my skills, telling yourself that I'm nothing more than some little chicken that goes around puffing himself up. And to this, I have to say thank you, Pence. Thank you for overlooking my obvious talents, thank you for lowering your expectations of me, because not only does it piss me off and motivate me to want to beat you even more, but it also will make my job easier when I surprise the heck out of you in that ring. By looking down on me, Pence, you're setting yourself up for failure.”

“Pence, I know that we're in for a fight this Sunday. I know exactly what you bring to the table. You lead a grounded assault relying on stringing together several powerful maneuvers in a row to try and knock the wind out of your opponent. Your technical skill is lacking, and your aerial attack is non-existent. You're the big, bad bull in the proverbial china shop, and so long as I can avoid your bull rush, I'll be fine. With my speed, athleticism, and quick intellect, I am confident that I can do just that. I know that if I am to win this match, it will be a long, drawn out affair, where my superior conditioning and patience will come into play. Not to say that you aren't well conditioned, Pence, because your Iron Man Match with Level-One at RassleMania showed that you can go the distance, but if this match is going to be a slog, well, it'll play right into my favor. For a match to be going well for you Pence, it needs to be about mid-tempo, where you're able to get a series of moves stacked together for maximum impact. For me, I can wrestle at any pace, be it lightning quick, or grinding to a halt. I have the ability and the knowledge to perform at a high level no matter what the pace. I can analyze, adapt, and overcome any changes in the pace and direction of a match much better than you can, Pence.”

“Also, Pence, I wanted to briefly comment on the language you've been using to describe me over the past month, much of it, quite frankly, not appropriate for decent conversation. Now I know Pence that it makes you feel like a man to swear up a storm and try and call me filthy names, somehow thinking that you've gotten me good. But the fact is, Pence, that by resorting to such base, crass names, you show yourself to be uncreative, and quite frankly, uneducated. Now I know your supposed past as a hired gun, as well as the fact that you supposedly fathered Matt Weatherlight at the age of 12 would prevent you from being able to attend middle school and high school, let alone college, but when you look at the way you speak, Pence, it doesn't really reflect well on your character, let alone the fact that it's insulting that you can't come up with anything clever or original to make fun of me about. But because you're a big, macho man who has the fans on his side, well, you must think very highly of yourself despite your lowbrow potty mouth. If there's one thing you've noticed about me, Pence, is that when I'm talking about you, there's a lot of forethought and analysis that goes into thinking about what I'm going to say. Everything I've said about you over the past month and half has had a purpose, has had a reason. I wanted to help you see the real you for the first time, but you wouldn't accept my help. Instead, you said I do something uncouth with mothers. How mature, how thoughtful. Pence, I know you're watching this, and when you choose to respond to what I have to say here, I hope that you could please find it in yourself to restrain from the tired, staid, filthy and flat out generic insults. If you want to insult me, put some actual thought into it, don't just call me the f-word and move on.”

“But what it all boils down to Pence, in the end, I want the Overdrive Title more than you do. One only has to look at your last run with the belt to see how poorly you view it, and quite frankly, I don't want the Overdrive Championship to have to go through that again. I'm sure the belt would be better served being around my waist, as the first time I held it, I took on all comers, defending the Overdrive Championship as often as I could. And once I win the belt back from you, Pence, I'll do just that once more, not only bringing further prestige to the title, but also further cementing my legacy as the greatest Overdrive Champion in the history of APW! Pence, you may have gotten the better of me in the past, but I'll be darned if I let you do that to me again! Because at Christmas Chaos, Pence, you won't be singing the Hallelujah Chorus, you won't see your Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, and it sure as heck won't be a Silent Night, because I will defeat you, and become the first ever three time Overdrive Champion! I will bring you crashing back down to Earth, because I am quite simply OUT OF THIS WORLD!”

Biggs rips off his shades at this last bit for emphasis, glaring into the camera with an intensity rarely seen from the Spaceman. After a few moments, he puts his shades back on.

”Well, that's my show for the week. See you at Christmas Chaos.”

“Spacewalker” begins to play again as the screen begins to fade and the APW logo and trademark show up at the bottom of the screen.

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