Post by Alan Envy on Sept 23, 2015 11:54:59 GMT -6
So where do we begin…..
I guess we can start this whole situation inside the newly purchased ranch of Al Envy, NEW Superstar and global wrestling icon, who was planning on starting his brand new life with who he thought was the love of his life, a woman named Shelby Taylor.
Shelby always got a bad rap with people. Everyone thought she was intelligently challenged, stupid for the stupid people out there, a woman that had everything handed to her without ever having to work for it. In other words she was very much like her sister Scarlet Styles. Shelby was in a relationship with a superstar, much like Scarlet was married to one of the most powerful men in the game. Yet despite everyone’s opinions (well, they are right about Scarlet) Al Envy saw something unique about his blonde headed gorgeous fiancee.
Her heart was always in the right place. She supported Al in everything that he wanted to do. And Al at that time wanted to make every dream she ever had come true. She wanted a brand new custom car, Al got it for her. She wanted to one day lie on a ranch and raise horses since she was used to them in her life because of her childhood. A got it for her. And the thing was she never begged, or asked, or insinuated any of that to him. She loved Al, and he loved her back. It was only a matter of time before she would have taken his last name in marriage.
Then Madison Square Garden happened, a NEW World Title Match against Austen Impact. Things happened. Someone who had no business that is now rotting in a fucking grave got involved and threw a wrench into Al’s plans. You see being the world champion was going to open up even more opportunity for Al. Yeah he had been world champion before. But he wanted to share this success with someone unlike his last title run. He and Shelby were going to be the ones everywhere. Their faces on every magazine, world tours where he could show her off to everyone was imminent. But he didn’t win. He didn’t become the world champion.
Envy was devastated. And despite Selby telling him that he would have another shot, and would win it then. Al didn't want to hear it. Shelby saw a side of Al Envy that night that frightened her to the point that early the next morning she left him a letter saying she was leaving to collect her thoughts about their relationship, that she loved him, and she would be in contact really soon.
After that, NEW finished it’s season. It went on its yearly summer hiatus and Al found himself alone. Two weeks after she left Al tried calling her. No response. He became even more worried when he contacted her dad and he said he had no clue where she was. Of course that bastard didn’t approve of their relationship so he could have been lying. A few more days went by. Then Al Envy hired a private investigator. A few more weeks went by, and nothing.
Contrary to what Scarlet Styles has rambled on Twitter Al was heartbroken. Yet what in the hell did anyone expect him to do? He was just going to sulk away waiting word on what happened to Shelby? No he wasn’t going to do that He moved on and found someone else. Dazi Miyashita was easy to fall in love with, and she fell in love with Al. For the first time in his life everything seemed to be content. Jesus Christ not only did he finally find the one he wanted to spend his life with he also regained custody of his 11 year old daughter. They had a beautiful home in Las Vegas. They were going to have a Halloween wedding, then everything came crashing down.
It came to Al’s attention that on her way back home Shelby had an accident and went into a coma. No one contacted Al on what happened. Scarlet and their asshole father did a great job hiding her since for some fucking reason they thought it was Al’s fault. Then again it seems it must be Al’s fault because it caused the breakup of Al and Dazi. Dazi said too many secrets, even though she spent most of their relationship keeping secrets from Al but whatever.
So what in the hell is this all about?What Al can’t have a healthy personal life? He can’t settle down to have a family of his own and be able to share the spoils he has earned with the people he loves? He can’t marry the perfect woman for him and grow old together with her? Hell I guess not. Turmoil had become Al Envy’s middle name. Guess he should start making that a gimmick before Hunter Valentyne steals the name to add to his list of 1000 nicknames.
Then the added pressure of winning Terrordome finally at Justice 7 was mounting on him. Then you have Jesse Styles who is defending his wife when he fucking knows what she did was wrong. Now we all understand that Jesse will do whatever it takes to protect his leech. I mean hell look at what he did for her career. He has positioned her as someone who is actually good. Someone who actually deserved those 4 TA title runs that don’t even fucking match up with just one of Al Envy’s runs. You see, spreading your legs for the owner of a high profile wrestling company gives you advantages. Lets just tell it like it is.
Somehow Al Envy was going to have to get his ass focused on Terrordome. Even this week on Ignite he was facing one of his opponents in Tristan Ambrose, the dark horse of Terrordome that no one is even giving a chance too. The man whose claim to fame was ending Ryan Pugh and is a former NEW World Champion himself. Al knew better. Yeah he was up against guys like Hunter Valentyne and himself. He had to beat an Austen Impact as well. So yeah everyone was doubting Tristan Ambrose. Al Envy took him very seriously.
As far as Tristan Ambrose’s confidence went he was completely ignoring the critics. He had been on Twitter a lot ever since the match for Ignite was announced Tristan had been on Twitter trying to convince the world that he will win Terrordome and will prove this week that he belongs in the match when he beats Al Envy 1..2..3. You see that is a problem there my friend. No ne is going to prove anything against Al Envy.
Yet once again how does Al get focused. What he needs to do is to get his ass ready for his match against Ignite to make sure Tristan Ambrose doesn’t do exactly what he predicts will happen. Yet this whole fucking Jesse Styles/Scarlet Styles thing was all Envy could think about. Which explains why he was pulling up to the front door of the NEW Headquarters because he wasn’t content with making Jesse Styles bleed. He knew there was a damn good chance that both of those fuckers were at the office and he was going to surprise them with a last minute meeting, of his foot to their fucking faces.
Envy enters the door and walks up to the desk. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a mural of legendary NEW stars all surrounding an older NEW logo from a couple of years ago. No Tristan Ambrose wasn’t on it, and neither was Hunter Valentyne which is appropriate. Al Envy was on it. So was Johnny Stylez, Ryan Pugh, Roger Wright, and of course the owner that has to place his ugly face on everything in Jesse Styles. And next to him for no good fucking reason was his stupid wife.
Shaking his head thinking that Jesse actually think she belongs with those others on the mural Envy walks up to the desk. The receptionist that has known Al for years and obviously didn’t understand the situation smiles and runs fro behind the desk and gives him a hug. Of course Al didn’t know her fucking name. So let’s just call her Sara. Probably not her name but who gives a shit.
Sara: It’s so good to see you Al. How can I help you.
Al Envy: Well it’s good to see you. I am here because I need to see Jesse. Kind of a last minute meeting ya know.
Sara taps on her computer keyboard. She looks at her screen then back at Al.
Sara: Well Al. He isn’t available. He is out right now doing some personal tasks with Mrs. Styles.
Envy smiles knowing that both of those stupid fucks aren’t there.
Al Envy: Well I really need to see Jesse. Tell you what I am going to do. I am going to go wait in his office.
Sara: Well…..I don’t think Mr. Styles would just want anyone to be waiting in his office. Besides his 1 o’clock is already waiting there for him.
Al Envy: It will be fine sweetie. I know my way.
You see. Al knew what kind if a chicken shit pussy fuck Jesse Styles was. Him and his overpriced ring rat always traveled surrounded by security. Especially right now since Al was out there on the hunt ready to strike like he told Jesse and Scarlet he was. So this building didn’t have any security because they were out securing their current location. So Envy knew that it was an easy walk to Jesse’s office. He walks onto the elevator, selects the appropriate button which is of course the very top of the building, and he waits as the elevator takes him right up.
After a few seconds the elevator door dings and the beautifully decorated doors open to a massive floor. Straight ahead down a narrow hall was the door to Jesse’ Styles office. The sides of the hall were other offices that were occupied by his lackeys whose only job was to circle jerk him when Scarlet wasn’t around to do it for him. Al confident in what he was doing starts walking down the hall. He looks in each office as the occupants slowly stood up. Apparently unlike Sara the receptionist downstairs they knew the situation. Envy smiled at each of them as they all looked extremely nervous. Just before Al reached Jesse’s door he stops because a sign to one of the offices caught his eye.
Scarlet Styles
VP of Marketing and Human Relations.
Laughing to himself Al decided to go into the space. A gentleman sitting at a small desk stands up.
Al Envy: How you doing there sport. Mrs Styles in?
The what had to be an intern because Jesse is too cheap a fuck to pay anyone looked at Al.
Intern: Um….sir you shouldn’t be in here. Mrs. Styles is not in. Besides you don’t even have an appointment. I am going to have to call security.
Envy walked over to his side of the desk.
Al Envy: You think I am retarded don’t you boy? I know that security isn’t here because they are with Jesse and Scarlet. So you call who you need to call. Or maybe I can just smack the shit out of you.
Al grabs the intern and slams him on the desk knocking paperwork and his laptop to the ground.
Al Envy: What are you going to say to Mrs. Styles when she finds out I visited this building? Are you going to say I came in here??
Intern: I don’t know what you are talking about sir!!
Envy lifts the kid up off the desk. He smiles at him and wipes the wrinkles of his suit. He pulls the intern’s chair up and sits him in it. He picks up the laptop and the paperwork and places them back on hs desk.
Al Envy: Good answer. Now if you will excuse me.
Envy turns his back on the intern and walks over to the door that leads into Scarlet Styles office. He opened it and it smelled like a woman’s office. Too damn much potpourri hit Al in the face. He looks around the office and sees a lot of photos of her photoshopped self. Fitness magazines with her body and face gracing the cover. Behind her desk was a family portrait of the Styles family. Envy looked it feeling sorry for their children to have parents like them and turns his attention to her desk. He sits down and looks at paperwork carefully not moving anything. Out of the top of a pile was a statement from a hospital in Kentucky.
Next Step Long Term Care Hospital
Lexington, Kentucky.
That must be the place where Scarlet and dear old dad had put Shelby in after the accident. Envy looked at it and all of that rage he had started coming back. All these fucks had to do was tell Al what had happened to her. Yet they chose not too. Envy takes his cell phone out and takes a picture of the address. He wanted to go pay his respects, and he wanted to fucking know why from the horse’s asses themselves they decided to keep her from him knowing that she loved Al and that he loved her.
Envy gets up from the desk and stared at a replica TA title belt inside a case on her bookshelf. THere was a small plaque underneath it.
To the greatest TA Champ of all time and the love of my life.
Jesse
Al just smirked as he walked away from the bookshelf. How bad did he want to destroy this fucking office but he had to conserve his energy. He walks out of it and sees the intern doing his best to not make eye contact with Al. Envy walks past him and takes a left. He now was standing outside Jesse’s office. He opens it and he goes in. As soon as he steps in a chinky looking man stands up.
“Mr. Styles thank you for calling me. I am sure we have a lot to discuss sir.”
The man turns around and stares into Al’s eyes. His smile he had on his face quickly went away and he slowly backed away.
“Look Al. I don’t want any problems ok. I am just here for a meeting that’s all.”
Envy walks in and quietly closes the door. He walks over to the portly individual and is now standing in front of him.
Al Envy: I know you don’t I?? I see your ugly face on Twitter all the time being someone’s advocate or something am I right? What is your name again?
“My name….is…...Alexander Cappotelli…...Mr. Envy it’s an….honor to meet you….finally.”
Al Envy: Well Alexander its nice to meet you too. Um...if I remember correctly you are the manager, or advocate as you say you are to someone…...Oh man I can’t put my finger on it….
Al acts like he can’t remember Cappotelli’s client when he knew damn good and well who he represented.
Alexander Cappotelli: Um...sir I represent Tristan Ambrose. I am here to meet with Mr. Styles to re-negotiate his contract.
Al Envy: Ah yes you represent Ambrose Anarchy right? And how convenient the week I am set to face your client I find you here in Jesse Styles’ office meet with him to “re-negotiate his contract”.
Envy walks around Alexander who obviously was worried about the situation. Al walked around Jesse’s desk and had a seat.
Al Envy: You know I have had a lot on my mind recently Alex my boy. But in a testament to me I have been able to keep my mind sharp. As you can tell that really has been difficult for me considering the lack of sleep I have had and these bags under my eyes.
Alexander sits quietly as he rubs his hands in a nervous way.
Al Envy: Yet I have kept my sanity. Somewhat. But I am not crazy enough yet t believe that stupid fucking story you just gave me about you meeting with the bald butt slut about a contract renegotiation. First off if you actually knew Jesse you would know that cheap fuck won’t negotiate anything. Once you signed that contract for your client it was fucking ironclad.
Al stood up causing Alexandr Cappotelli to scootch back in the hsi chair a little.
Al Envy: You see I think you are here so you and Mr. Styles can come up with a way to screw me on Ignite this week all because Jesse is too much of a little bitch to deal with me by himself.
Alexander Cappotelli: No...Mr. Envy...it's not like that. I swear to you!!
Al Envy: Oh no. Alex!! That is exactly what I think!
Envy walks over to a bookcase and tips it over violently. Stuff on the bookshelf flew everywhere all over the office as Al walks back behind Jesse’s desk. Alexander Cappoteli was now standing up and backed against the office door looking scared out of his mind.
Al Envy: You think you and your bitch client are going to help that sack of shit fucking screw me you all have another fucking thing coming!!
Al takes Jesse’s computer, and all in one setup, and jerks it from the table Sparks fly as Envy throws it over to a glassed in display case that showed off All of Jesse’s accomplishments in pro wrestling. The display case and its contents shattered everywhere thanks to the monitor going through it. Alexander Cappotelli tries for the door handle but Al stares a hole through him. Alexander freezes as ENvy walks over to him.
Al Envy: Where do you think you are going?
Alexander Cappotelli: No where Mr. Envy. I was just….standing up to…..stretch my legs….w-would you l-l-like for me to sit d-d-d-d-down??
Al bends down and gets right in his face.
Al Envy: Yes I would….
Alexander with suprisingly good speed runs to the chair and sits down. He stares straight ahead as Envy bends down next to him and gets close to his ear.
Al Envy: You go ahead and have your “renegotiating my client’s contract” meeting Alex. It’s all going to backfire on you all though. You see I think the idea of Ambrose Anarchy is a fucking joke. I think its a fucking joke that Tristan actually thinks he belongs inside Terrordome at Justice 7 even though before I walked in here I thought the exact opposite. And here is the biggest slap of truth to your face bitch. He doesn’t belong in the ring with me. So you have your little meeting, then when you go back to wherever Tristan Ambrose is you deliver a message for me.
Al stands up and is now standing over Alexander Cappotelli.
Al Envy: He will be lucky to even survive me at Ignite this week. He is catching me at the wrong place at the really fucking wrong time. He isn’t going to prove shit to anyone at my expense. And if I get fucking screwed in this match by anyone…..I will hunt you down and make damn sure when I am done you will be required to sit in a wheelchair the rest of your life and drink food through a straw. I don’t like being fucked with Alex. And the sooner you and your boy Tristan understand that the longer his and your careers go. Is that understood??
Alexander Cappotelli: Y-y-y-y-y-Yes sir!. I w-w-will relay the m-m-message.
Al walks away from Alexander. He kicks oe of Jesse’s memorabilia items and it smashes on the wall.
Al Envy: Oh and do make sure yo let Jesse know what happened to his office. Will you?
Alexander feverishly nods his head as Al exits the office. He walks back down the hallway taking one last look inside Scarlet’s office as the intern once again jumps up. Al smiles at him and makes his way to the elevator door. He hits the ground button and once again waits a few seconds. The door opens up to the lobby. Al walks towards the front door ignoring whats her name at the desk and exits. He goes to his truck and notices a long limo turning the corner. He sits there as the driver runs out to open the door. The first person to step out was Scarlet Styles. She was dressed like she always was dressed, as a complete slut with her clothes way too tight to hide her love handles that she always photoshops out of her damn pictures. Soo after she exits Jesse Styles and his bald head blinds the whole street as he joins her outside the car. They start to walk and stop.
They stopped because they made eye contact with Al Envy sitting in his truck. Security pours out of the rear Chevy Tahoe that followed the limo. Jesse takes off his jacket like he is going to do something as once again despite her trying to get to Al herself and surrounds Scarlet Styles. Al just smirks and puts the truck in reverse and burns rubber as he spins around and takes off down the street.
Around the corner Envy is caught by a red light. He takes his phone out and looks at the photo of the statement he found in the bitch’s office and looks at it.
He planned on making a visit soon because he wants Shelby to know the real truth, even if he has to whisper it to her while she is in a coma. But first things first. He had Tristan Ambrose to deal with. Oh and if anyone thinks that what he told Alexander was just his own version of smoke and mirrors then you all were pretty fucking stupid.
Al Envy meant every word. He will destroy anyone that fucks with him again. YOu screw him you get destroyed. So Tristan Ambrose better play the right kind f ball to prevent his career from being ended prematurely.
Oh and another promise. If Al gets another chance he will get a hold of Scarlet, and she will pay for what she did to him. And believe you me Mrs. Styles you fucking husband won’t stop him, or anyone else. And here is more truth for you. If you think you are tough enough to fight Al Envy to defend yourself then you are as fucking dumb as you look.
It all starts this week. Al’s redemption begins. Stay tuned for one hell of a ride.
I guess we can start this whole situation inside the newly purchased ranch of Al Envy, NEW Superstar and global wrestling icon, who was planning on starting his brand new life with who he thought was the love of his life, a woman named Shelby Taylor.
Shelby always got a bad rap with people. Everyone thought she was intelligently challenged, stupid for the stupid people out there, a woman that had everything handed to her without ever having to work for it. In other words she was very much like her sister Scarlet Styles. Shelby was in a relationship with a superstar, much like Scarlet was married to one of the most powerful men in the game. Yet despite everyone’s opinions (well, they are right about Scarlet) Al Envy saw something unique about his blonde headed gorgeous fiancee.
Her heart was always in the right place. She supported Al in everything that he wanted to do. And Al at that time wanted to make every dream she ever had come true. She wanted a brand new custom car, Al got it for her. She wanted to one day lie on a ranch and raise horses since she was used to them in her life because of her childhood. A got it for her. And the thing was she never begged, or asked, or insinuated any of that to him. She loved Al, and he loved her back. It was only a matter of time before she would have taken his last name in marriage.
Then Madison Square Garden happened, a NEW World Title Match against Austen Impact. Things happened. Someone who had no business that is now rotting in a fucking grave got involved and threw a wrench into Al’s plans. You see being the world champion was going to open up even more opportunity for Al. Yeah he had been world champion before. But he wanted to share this success with someone unlike his last title run. He and Shelby were going to be the ones everywhere. Their faces on every magazine, world tours where he could show her off to everyone was imminent. But he didn’t win. He didn’t become the world champion.
Envy was devastated. And despite Selby telling him that he would have another shot, and would win it then. Al didn't want to hear it. Shelby saw a side of Al Envy that night that frightened her to the point that early the next morning she left him a letter saying she was leaving to collect her thoughts about their relationship, that she loved him, and she would be in contact really soon.
After that, NEW finished it’s season. It went on its yearly summer hiatus and Al found himself alone. Two weeks after she left Al tried calling her. No response. He became even more worried when he contacted her dad and he said he had no clue where she was. Of course that bastard didn’t approve of their relationship so he could have been lying. A few more days went by. Then Al Envy hired a private investigator. A few more weeks went by, and nothing.
Contrary to what Scarlet Styles has rambled on Twitter Al was heartbroken. Yet what in the hell did anyone expect him to do? He was just going to sulk away waiting word on what happened to Shelby? No he wasn’t going to do that He moved on and found someone else. Dazi Miyashita was easy to fall in love with, and she fell in love with Al. For the first time in his life everything seemed to be content. Jesus Christ not only did he finally find the one he wanted to spend his life with he also regained custody of his 11 year old daughter. They had a beautiful home in Las Vegas. They were going to have a Halloween wedding, then everything came crashing down.
It came to Al’s attention that on her way back home Shelby had an accident and went into a coma. No one contacted Al on what happened. Scarlet and their asshole father did a great job hiding her since for some fucking reason they thought it was Al’s fault. Then again it seems it must be Al’s fault because it caused the breakup of Al and Dazi. Dazi said too many secrets, even though she spent most of their relationship keeping secrets from Al but whatever.
So what in the hell is this all about?What Al can’t have a healthy personal life? He can’t settle down to have a family of his own and be able to share the spoils he has earned with the people he loves? He can’t marry the perfect woman for him and grow old together with her? Hell I guess not. Turmoil had become Al Envy’s middle name. Guess he should start making that a gimmick before Hunter Valentyne steals the name to add to his list of 1000 nicknames.
Then the added pressure of winning Terrordome finally at Justice 7 was mounting on him. Then you have Jesse Styles who is defending his wife when he fucking knows what she did was wrong. Now we all understand that Jesse will do whatever it takes to protect his leech. I mean hell look at what he did for her career. He has positioned her as someone who is actually good. Someone who actually deserved those 4 TA title runs that don’t even fucking match up with just one of Al Envy’s runs. You see, spreading your legs for the owner of a high profile wrestling company gives you advantages. Lets just tell it like it is.
Somehow Al Envy was going to have to get his ass focused on Terrordome. Even this week on Ignite he was facing one of his opponents in Tristan Ambrose, the dark horse of Terrordome that no one is even giving a chance too. The man whose claim to fame was ending Ryan Pugh and is a former NEW World Champion himself. Al knew better. Yeah he was up against guys like Hunter Valentyne and himself. He had to beat an Austen Impact as well. So yeah everyone was doubting Tristan Ambrose. Al Envy took him very seriously.
As far as Tristan Ambrose’s confidence went he was completely ignoring the critics. He had been on Twitter a lot ever since the match for Ignite was announced Tristan had been on Twitter trying to convince the world that he will win Terrordome and will prove this week that he belongs in the match when he beats Al Envy 1..2..3. You see that is a problem there my friend. No ne is going to prove anything against Al Envy.
Yet once again how does Al get focused. What he needs to do is to get his ass ready for his match against Ignite to make sure Tristan Ambrose doesn’t do exactly what he predicts will happen. Yet this whole fucking Jesse Styles/Scarlet Styles thing was all Envy could think about. Which explains why he was pulling up to the front door of the NEW Headquarters because he wasn’t content with making Jesse Styles bleed. He knew there was a damn good chance that both of those fuckers were at the office and he was going to surprise them with a last minute meeting, of his foot to their fucking faces.
Envy enters the door and walks up to the desk. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a mural of legendary NEW stars all surrounding an older NEW logo from a couple of years ago. No Tristan Ambrose wasn’t on it, and neither was Hunter Valentyne which is appropriate. Al Envy was on it. So was Johnny Stylez, Ryan Pugh, Roger Wright, and of course the owner that has to place his ugly face on everything in Jesse Styles. And next to him for no good fucking reason was his stupid wife.
Shaking his head thinking that Jesse actually think she belongs with those others on the mural Envy walks up to the desk. The receptionist that has known Al for years and obviously didn’t understand the situation smiles and runs fro behind the desk and gives him a hug. Of course Al didn’t know her fucking name. So let’s just call her Sara. Probably not her name but who gives a shit.
Sara: It’s so good to see you Al. How can I help you.
Al Envy: Well it’s good to see you. I am here because I need to see Jesse. Kind of a last minute meeting ya know.
Sara taps on her computer keyboard. She looks at her screen then back at Al.
Sara: Well Al. He isn’t available. He is out right now doing some personal tasks with Mrs. Styles.
Envy smiles knowing that both of those stupid fucks aren’t there.
Al Envy: Well I really need to see Jesse. Tell you what I am going to do. I am going to go wait in his office.
Sara: Well…..I don’t think Mr. Styles would just want anyone to be waiting in his office. Besides his 1 o’clock is already waiting there for him.
Al Envy: It will be fine sweetie. I know my way.
You see. Al knew what kind if a chicken shit pussy fuck Jesse Styles was. Him and his overpriced ring rat always traveled surrounded by security. Especially right now since Al was out there on the hunt ready to strike like he told Jesse and Scarlet he was. So this building didn’t have any security because they were out securing their current location. So Envy knew that it was an easy walk to Jesse’s office. He walks onto the elevator, selects the appropriate button which is of course the very top of the building, and he waits as the elevator takes him right up.
After a few seconds the elevator door dings and the beautifully decorated doors open to a massive floor. Straight ahead down a narrow hall was the door to Jesse’ Styles office. The sides of the hall were other offices that were occupied by his lackeys whose only job was to circle jerk him when Scarlet wasn’t around to do it for him. Al confident in what he was doing starts walking down the hall. He looks in each office as the occupants slowly stood up. Apparently unlike Sara the receptionist downstairs they knew the situation. Envy smiled at each of them as they all looked extremely nervous. Just before Al reached Jesse’s door he stops because a sign to one of the offices caught his eye.
Scarlet Styles
VP of Marketing and Human Relations.
Laughing to himself Al decided to go into the space. A gentleman sitting at a small desk stands up.
Al Envy: How you doing there sport. Mrs Styles in?
The what had to be an intern because Jesse is too cheap a fuck to pay anyone looked at Al.
Intern: Um….sir you shouldn’t be in here. Mrs. Styles is not in. Besides you don’t even have an appointment. I am going to have to call security.
Envy walked over to his side of the desk.
Al Envy: You think I am retarded don’t you boy? I know that security isn’t here because they are with Jesse and Scarlet. So you call who you need to call. Or maybe I can just smack the shit out of you.
Al grabs the intern and slams him on the desk knocking paperwork and his laptop to the ground.
Al Envy: What are you going to say to Mrs. Styles when she finds out I visited this building? Are you going to say I came in here??
Intern: I don’t know what you are talking about sir!!
Envy lifts the kid up off the desk. He smiles at him and wipes the wrinkles of his suit. He pulls the intern’s chair up and sits him in it. He picks up the laptop and the paperwork and places them back on hs desk.
Al Envy: Good answer. Now if you will excuse me.
Envy turns his back on the intern and walks over to the door that leads into Scarlet Styles office. He opened it and it smelled like a woman’s office. Too damn much potpourri hit Al in the face. He looks around the office and sees a lot of photos of her photoshopped self. Fitness magazines with her body and face gracing the cover. Behind her desk was a family portrait of the Styles family. Envy looked it feeling sorry for their children to have parents like them and turns his attention to her desk. He sits down and looks at paperwork carefully not moving anything. Out of the top of a pile was a statement from a hospital in Kentucky.
Next Step Long Term Care Hospital
Lexington, Kentucky.
That must be the place where Scarlet and dear old dad had put Shelby in after the accident. Envy looked at it and all of that rage he had started coming back. All these fucks had to do was tell Al what had happened to her. Yet they chose not too. Envy takes his cell phone out and takes a picture of the address. He wanted to go pay his respects, and he wanted to fucking know why from the horse’s asses themselves they decided to keep her from him knowing that she loved Al and that he loved her.
Envy gets up from the desk and stared at a replica TA title belt inside a case on her bookshelf. THere was a small plaque underneath it.
To the greatest TA Champ of all time and the love of my life.
Jesse
Al just smirked as he walked away from the bookshelf. How bad did he want to destroy this fucking office but he had to conserve his energy. He walks out of it and sees the intern doing his best to not make eye contact with Al. Envy walks past him and takes a left. He now was standing outside Jesse’s office. He opens it and he goes in. As soon as he steps in a chinky looking man stands up.
“Mr. Styles thank you for calling me. I am sure we have a lot to discuss sir.”
The man turns around and stares into Al’s eyes. His smile he had on his face quickly went away and he slowly backed away.
“Look Al. I don’t want any problems ok. I am just here for a meeting that’s all.”
Envy walks in and quietly closes the door. He walks over to the portly individual and is now standing in front of him.
Al Envy: I know you don’t I?? I see your ugly face on Twitter all the time being someone’s advocate or something am I right? What is your name again?
“My name….is…...Alexander Cappotelli…...Mr. Envy it’s an….honor to meet you….finally.”
Al Envy: Well Alexander its nice to meet you too. Um...if I remember correctly you are the manager, or advocate as you say you are to someone…...Oh man I can’t put my finger on it….
Al acts like he can’t remember Cappotelli’s client when he knew damn good and well who he represented.
Alexander Cappotelli: Um...sir I represent Tristan Ambrose. I am here to meet with Mr. Styles to re-negotiate his contract.
Al Envy: Ah yes you represent Ambrose Anarchy right? And how convenient the week I am set to face your client I find you here in Jesse Styles’ office meet with him to “re-negotiate his contract”.
Envy walks around Alexander who obviously was worried about the situation. Al walked around Jesse’s desk and had a seat.
Al Envy: You know I have had a lot on my mind recently Alex my boy. But in a testament to me I have been able to keep my mind sharp. As you can tell that really has been difficult for me considering the lack of sleep I have had and these bags under my eyes.
Alexander sits quietly as he rubs his hands in a nervous way.
Al Envy: Yet I have kept my sanity. Somewhat. But I am not crazy enough yet t believe that stupid fucking story you just gave me about you meeting with the bald butt slut about a contract renegotiation. First off if you actually knew Jesse you would know that cheap fuck won’t negotiate anything. Once you signed that contract for your client it was fucking ironclad.
Al stood up causing Alexandr Cappotelli to scootch back in the hsi chair a little.
Al Envy: You see I think you are here so you and Mr. Styles can come up with a way to screw me on Ignite this week all because Jesse is too much of a little bitch to deal with me by himself.
Alexander Cappotelli: No...Mr. Envy...it's not like that. I swear to you!!
Al Envy: Oh no. Alex!! That is exactly what I think!
Envy walks over to a bookcase and tips it over violently. Stuff on the bookshelf flew everywhere all over the office as Al walks back behind Jesse’s desk. Alexander Cappoteli was now standing up and backed against the office door looking scared out of his mind.
Al Envy: You think you and your bitch client are going to help that sack of shit fucking screw me you all have another fucking thing coming!!
Al takes Jesse’s computer, and all in one setup, and jerks it from the table Sparks fly as Envy throws it over to a glassed in display case that showed off All of Jesse’s accomplishments in pro wrestling. The display case and its contents shattered everywhere thanks to the monitor going through it. Alexander Cappotelli tries for the door handle but Al stares a hole through him. Alexander freezes as ENvy walks over to him.
Al Envy: Where do you think you are going?
Alexander Cappotelli: No where Mr. Envy. I was just….standing up to…..stretch my legs….w-would you l-l-like for me to sit d-d-d-d-down??
Al bends down and gets right in his face.
Al Envy: Yes I would….
Alexander with suprisingly good speed runs to the chair and sits down. He stares straight ahead as Envy bends down next to him and gets close to his ear.
Al Envy: You go ahead and have your “renegotiating my client’s contract” meeting Alex. It’s all going to backfire on you all though. You see I think the idea of Ambrose Anarchy is a fucking joke. I think its a fucking joke that Tristan actually thinks he belongs inside Terrordome at Justice 7 even though before I walked in here I thought the exact opposite. And here is the biggest slap of truth to your face bitch. He doesn’t belong in the ring with me. So you have your little meeting, then when you go back to wherever Tristan Ambrose is you deliver a message for me.
Al stands up and is now standing over Alexander Cappotelli.
Al Envy: He will be lucky to even survive me at Ignite this week. He is catching me at the wrong place at the really fucking wrong time. He isn’t going to prove shit to anyone at my expense. And if I get fucking screwed in this match by anyone…..I will hunt you down and make damn sure when I am done you will be required to sit in a wheelchair the rest of your life and drink food through a straw. I don’t like being fucked with Alex. And the sooner you and your boy Tristan understand that the longer his and your careers go. Is that understood??
Alexander Cappotelli: Y-y-y-y-y-Yes sir!. I w-w-will relay the m-m-message.
Al walks away from Alexander. He kicks oe of Jesse’s memorabilia items and it smashes on the wall.
Al Envy: Oh and do make sure yo let Jesse know what happened to his office. Will you?
Alexander feverishly nods his head as Al exits the office. He walks back down the hallway taking one last look inside Scarlet’s office as the intern once again jumps up. Al smiles at him and makes his way to the elevator door. He hits the ground button and once again waits a few seconds. The door opens up to the lobby. Al walks towards the front door ignoring whats her name at the desk and exits. He goes to his truck and notices a long limo turning the corner. He sits there as the driver runs out to open the door. The first person to step out was Scarlet Styles. She was dressed like she always was dressed, as a complete slut with her clothes way too tight to hide her love handles that she always photoshops out of her damn pictures. Soo after she exits Jesse Styles and his bald head blinds the whole street as he joins her outside the car. They start to walk and stop.
They stopped because they made eye contact with Al Envy sitting in his truck. Security pours out of the rear Chevy Tahoe that followed the limo. Jesse takes off his jacket like he is going to do something as once again despite her trying to get to Al herself and surrounds Scarlet Styles. Al just smirks and puts the truck in reverse and burns rubber as he spins around and takes off down the street.
Around the corner Envy is caught by a red light. He takes his phone out and looks at the photo of the statement he found in the bitch’s office and looks at it.
He planned on making a visit soon because he wants Shelby to know the real truth, even if he has to whisper it to her while she is in a coma. But first things first. He had Tristan Ambrose to deal with. Oh and if anyone thinks that what he told Alexander was just his own version of smoke and mirrors then you all were pretty fucking stupid.
Al Envy meant every word. He will destroy anyone that fucks with him again. YOu screw him you get destroyed. So Tristan Ambrose better play the right kind f ball to prevent his career from being ended prematurely.
Oh and another promise. If Al gets another chance he will get a hold of Scarlet, and she will pay for what she did to him. And believe you me Mrs. Styles you fucking husband won’t stop him, or anyone else. And here is more truth for you. If you think you are tough enough to fight Al Envy to defend yourself then you are as fucking dumb as you look.
It all starts this week. Al’s redemption begins. Stay tuned for one hell of a ride.
