The Best Laid Planes?
FADE IN...
Bryan Storms sits on a reclining chair in his Los Angeles apartment, smiling confidently. The man who used to bill himself as a "New Icon" now has a new title, that of an uncrowned king. Tonight, the unbeaten and unrecognized MCW World Champion is sitting comfortably, drinking a sparkling water with lime and biding his time until that which was unfairly taken from him is restored to its rightful position.
STORMS: Oh, Chandler, you are just too precious.
Really, "champ", you just looked so cute, sitting there with the MCW World Title, acting like the kid who's parents finally gave him the chance to sit at the adult's table during the holidays. It's just so wonderful for you, Chandy-Chan, the opportunity you got by stumbling past all of those stiffs a week ago.
It's just a pity it all has to end so fast.
Because you can make no bones about this, kid, it's going to end for you and it is going to end very, very quickly. No matter what you're "plane-ing" on.
That title is mine, you little blue-blood British halfwit. The fact that Jalen Latham has a stick up his ass and decided to shell out 5 bucks to buy the pack of Sharpies used to scribble your name on the piece of tape stuck over my name makes you a champion in the eyes of absolutely NO ONE, you stuck up little punk. You're a nobody who survived a joke of a battle royal against a whole lot of other has-beens and never-will-bes, and that most certainly doesn't make you a champion.
It makes you nothing but a usurper of the throne, a ritual sacrifice to be tossed off the top of the temple when the once and future king makes his return to his truly deserved position.
You didn't take this title from me, Chandler Maxwell. You were handed it because apparently, you were the most mediocre of the awful lot that Jalen Latham threw together because he was a little jealous that his real star, his REAL champion, had gotten a bit too big for his two-bit operation. But old Jay, for once in his miserable life, got wise to the way the wind was blowing and deciding to give me the match that I requested, just so we could do this the honorable way.
But, Chandler, if you want to be truly honorable, if you want to save wrestling the way you claim you can, you'll follow the plane I'm going to lay out to you right now.
Come to the ring this week with the MCW World Championship in tow. Walk in, hold my belt out, take the little strip of tape with your name off it off of the gold face, hand me my championship and walk away unharmed.
Then you'll be a Savior of Wrestling, Chandler. You'll have saved the world from the awful, unconscionable thought of you as a world champion. You'll have saved MCW from going further down the toilet with you at the head of a sinking, unsalvageable ship.
But more importantly, Maxwell, you'll have saved yourself from a horrible fate. I'm the real world champion, Chandler, I faced better competition on my junior high wrestling team than you did last week. I have more talent in my right pinky toe than you, and I've forgotten more about the wrestling business in the last week and a half than you could ever possibly learn.
Because I've seen the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, Chandler, and I've come to discover that I like the top a hell of a lot more than I like the bottom. This week, your education in the wrestling business will begin.
If you take the deal, you learn the humility you so obviously lack. If you don't, well we can just say you'll get an entirely different lesson, and one I'm not so certain you'll be completely happy with.
Make no bones about it, Chandler, no matter what happens, come hell or high water, I am leaving the building with my MCW World Championship belt strapped back around my waist. You take the deal, you walk out unscathed. You don't, and you can't begin to comprehend what's going to happen to you inside that ring.
I'm not just going to beat you, Maxwell. I'm going to leave your body and soul beaten and broken in the middle of the squared circle. I will spill your blood over the entire City of Angels, and when my work is done and you're lying semiconscious in a pool of your own blood on that canvas, I'm going lift my championship up high, and then I'm gonna hold it inches from your face and let you know just what this championship means to me.
I won't just take my belt back, I'll take your career too, Chandler. That's the plan I've got for this week, champ.
So snuggle up to that belt in bed for your last few nights together. Press that masking tape on real tight so that it almost looks like your name really is on that belt. Make sure you don't wake up one day and think that this is all a dream. Because these are the only sweet memories you'll ever have after the hell I put you through this week.
Make sure to take a picture with that belt, Chandler. You and it aren't going to be seeing much of each other after this week.
This is what gets thrown at me, Jalen? You underestimate me WAY too much. When I get my belt back, I'm gonna celebrate big time, and it'll be on your dime.
Gotta love those guaranteed contracts.
The uncrowned king awaits his coronation. I'll be waiting for my crown when I get to the ring, Chandler. You're British, so you know exactly what awaits you if you dishonor the crown.
It's not exactly pleasant, champ.
"Chandler Maxwell, World Heavyweight Champion." You people have got to be f***ing kidding me.
...FADE TO BLACK