Post by alanenvy on Mar 4, 2018 11:04:25 GMT -5
The scene opens on the observation desk of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Leaning on the edge of the rail looking over the city at 984’ in the air. Alan just looks over the city...his expression is stoic. You can't tell if he was really enjoying it or not. Finally after a few moments he raises off the edge he was looking over and walks towards the freight elevator. He enters it and it makes its descend back to the ground.
After a few minutes Envy is standing at the base of the tower and is looking up. He then starts walking away. He passes a few French people who look at him with disdain because they knew he was American and French people hate Americans. Alan wanted to say something to them but thought the better of it as he ignored them. He hears one of them talk about him in French.
“Je déteste les Américains. regarde son arrogance. Il devrait apprécier un pays supérieur”
Envy stopped and smirked. He turned around and looked at the couple. The man that spoke up had a confused look on his face.
Envy: Alors ne venez pas demander de l'aide si les Allemands reviennent
The Frenchmen look stunned at Envy that he knew French and insulted at the same time. Envy gives him the universal sign to fuck off as he turns and walks away.
Envy: I hate the French…
Soon Envy finds a restaurant and goes in. He is seated as a waiter that actually speaks English approaches him. He greets Envy who orders a glass of red wine and an order of cuisses de grenouille. The waiter bows as Envy sits there and starts thinking to himself as he looks out over the plaza.
Last show Envy proved to the world what he had said about Billy Danielson was true. He wasn't in Envy’s league. He would never be in Envy’s league. All those titles Billy bragged about didn't matter. At the end of the day Alan used his experience over the Envy wannabe. Too many risks...Billy was caught...Envious Demise...one two three. Now Alan could focus on the next opponent...who so happened to be a friend of his named Mason Moore.
Or at least he thought Mason was his friend. Going by what he said on Twitter maybe that wasn't the case. Yeah they were horsemen at one time….but he had his own agenda apparently. Mason was too worried about trying to get Ruby Lance to forgive him for what he did when Scotty Latimer was kicked out than elevating the Horsemen to even greater heights like the plan was. Then..instead of picking Alan to team with him in the upcoming tag team showcase he chooses his from thin air no experience girlfriend to team with him. So in reality was Mason ever his friend? Maybe not.
So now they were going to wrestle...well if Mason was smart which he is he wouldn't actually try to wrestle Envy...he would fight and overpower him. Yet Mason is banking on his big muscles and strength to succeed. There's only one problem. Alan Envy eats jacked up guys for breakfast. He knew exactly what he needs to do to beat Mason Moore...and at Dissension in God forsaken Paris, France he was going to advance in the Global Cup. He didn't come here to lose. Why would anyone fuxkibg willingly come to this shithole country i. The first place.
Envy’s frog’s legs arrive at his table with his red wine. He takes a bite and admittingly thinks to himself these are pretty damn good...so maybe France does something right. He enjoys his food as moments later the waiter brings over a bowl of Creme Brulee.
Envy: I didn't order this dude.
The waiter points over to a drop dead gorgeous French girl who was giving Alan that certain look. Envy smiles at her as he finishes his dinner and gets up. He takes the bottle of wine over with his dessert and the rest of the story is between him and the young lady.
Hey...maybe Paris isn't so bad after all.
After a few minutes Envy is standing at the base of the tower and is looking up. He then starts walking away. He passes a few French people who look at him with disdain because they knew he was American and French people hate Americans. Alan wanted to say something to them but thought the better of it as he ignored them. He hears one of them talk about him in French.
“Je déteste les Américains. regarde son arrogance. Il devrait apprécier un pays supérieur”
Envy stopped and smirked. He turned around and looked at the couple. The man that spoke up had a confused look on his face.
Envy: Alors ne venez pas demander de l'aide si les Allemands reviennent
The Frenchmen look stunned at Envy that he knew French and insulted at the same time. Envy gives him the universal sign to fuck off as he turns and walks away.
Envy: I hate the French…
Soon Envy finds a restaurant and goes in. He is seated as a waiter that actually speaks English approaches him. He greets Envy who orders a glass of red wine and an order of cuisses de grenouille. The waiter bows as Envy sits there and starts thinking to himself as he looks out over the plaza.
Last show Envy proved to the world what he had said about Billy Danielson was true. He wasn't in Envy’s league. He would never be in Envy’s league. All those titles Billy bragged about didn't matter. At the end of the day Alan used his experience over the Envy wannabe. Too many risks...Billy was caught...Envious Demise...one two three. Now Alan could focus on the next opponent...who so happened to be a friend of his named Mason Moore.
Or at least he thought Mason was his friend. Going by what he said on Twitter maybe that wasn't the case. Yeah they were horsemen at one time….but he had his own agenda apparently. Mason was too worried about trying to get Ruby Lance to forgive him for what he did when Scotty Latimer was kicked out than elevating the Horsemen to even greater heights like the plan was. Then..instead of picking Alan to team with him in the upcoming tag team showcase he chooses his from thin air no experience girlfriend to team with him. So in reality was Mason ever his friend? Maybe not.
So now they were going to wrestle...well if Mason was smart which he is he wouldn't actually try to wrestle Envy...he would fight and overpower him. Yet Mason is banking on his big muscles and strength to succeed. There's only one problem. Alan Envy eats jacked up guys for breakfast. He knew exactly what he needs to do to beat Mason Moore...and at Dissension in God forsaken Paris, France he was going to advance in the Global Cup. He didn't come here to lose. Why would anyone fuxkibg willingly come to this shithole country i. The first place.
Envy’s frog’s legs arrive at his table with his red wine. He takes a bite and admittingly thinks to himself these are pretty damn good...so maybe France does something right. He enjoys his food as moments later the waiter brings over a bowl of Creme Brulee.
Envy: I didn't order this dude.
The waiter points over to a drop dead gorgeous French girl who was giving Alan that certain look. Envy smiles at her as he finishes his dinner and gets up. He takes the bottle of wine over with his dessert and the rest of the story is between him and the young lady.
Hey...maybe Paris isn't so bad after all.
