Post by Mav. on Aug 7, 2020 21:01:09 GMT -5
“Bow Down Before The One You Serve, You’re Going To Get What You Deserve.”
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7th of August, 2020 - Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland
The word has been going around of the video that came out in the early hours of the morning and Twitter blew up to a complete and utter shitstorm with the obscene imagery used within that video. Questions were left unanswered and with good reason, answers were given to questions that were never asked in the beginning. The more views that video had gotten, the more questions and answers were spoken, and the more popular the match had gotten. It became trending within Ireland at 4 am and lasted until at least midday with the talk of what really happened to Salvatore Leon Devione, or even to Valkyria and Hale Caesar. I had awoken a couple of hours beforehand, being two o’clock in the afternoon in Ireland compared to the American time zones. The trend was fading away, the questions slowly came in still but even then, they were still the same ones asked beforehand. Scrolling through Twitter, reaction videos were made. Theory threads were posted. Many had assumed that Salvatore was dead, many had marked me for death in the hopes for vengeance for the death of Allesandro’s grandfather. Night has fallen on Wexford Town, this town was old stomping grounds for me, it’s where I was born and where I one day will hopefully die in peace. The time is four minutes to eleven, darkness is surrounding me as I walk through the empty cemetery just on the outskirts of Wexford Town with a flashlight that leads me on my way, it’s dead quiet and the only sound that can be heard is the whistling of the wind blowing ever so softly as I continue my walk before shining my flashlight over to an empty field, and within that empty field is an unmarked grave it might seem from afar but it’s covered over with a grey tarp. In front of the headstone is the six-foot hole, one look down there and I see a black coffin with golden trim. I walk a couple of steps away from the grave and place my flashlight down to face the grave as I walk back over to it and continue to look down into the hole.
“You wanted to put me into a grave, you wanted me to be dead and buried, you wanted to bring out that golden shovel of yours, you wanted to dance on my grave and then spit on it to make sure the message is clear.” I sigh. “I had to break out a tactic where I knew it would fuck up any plan you ever made. The ol’ bait and switch, Allesandro, you fell for it again. You gave me what I wanted. I was only trying to break you down and show the truth that Wraith is Allesandro Devione and guess what, you fucking did it. I cannot believe you fucking did it. Of course, you still tried to make this look like you're a ghost of yourself but that wasn’t even the kicker, that wasn’t even the nail in the coffin. You got very… very pissed off about some internet outtakes than your own opponent wishing death on your own family member! I had a feeling Wraith knew I done something horrible, he knew that he should have kept his mouth fucking shut, but you, Allesandro.”
I smirk with a chuckle.
“I’ve hit that sweet spot, I’ve hit that point in and I’ve struck gold.” I silently begin to laugh. “I’ve awoken the dragon, I’ve awoken the landlord. I’ve awoken this man that’s so feared that people apparently are aware of what you’re capable of, and yet, all I see is a man who is only looking for a way to get revenge. I see a man who’s let his anger get the better of him, I see a man who never even saw the fact I imaged the death of his own grandfather - his own sibling’s kidnapping and torture - but only saw the fact I used imagery that isn’t even his. The Devione name was given to him, but Allesandro didn’t make Devione Industries, Kevin ‘I am a sixteen-time world champion, worship your god’ Devastation does. Yeah, I went there. You see, Allesandro, when I took your brother and dropped him right on his fucking head in Dublin- I didn’t declare war on you, I declared war on your entire family. I declared war on the entire Devione family, I made sure you knew who I was, I made sure you’d speak my fucking name. I made sure that dropping you on your head wasn’t a fatal coincidence.”
“I made sure of that.” I take a deep breath. “I made sure that it was no coincidence. I made sure you knew what was coming, but here you are, the real Allesandro Devione. The man that should be feared by any living being that breathes or walks this earth, that Allesandro Devione. Oh wait, I can’t say that name now, can I? The name Devione is censored now, isn’t it? Copyright written, the stolen property of the name that was just given to you and isn’t even yours. Allesandro, I’ve heard some dumb shit. I’ve heard people claim property to something that isn’t yours but this right here… Allesandro Devione, the bastard son, claiming stolen property on some holograms that portrayed his family.”
“I can assure you, money wouldn’t get you away from fraud. Stolen property… and for what? What’s stolen? Tell me, Allesandro. Did someone not like the fact their name was tarnished by someone who can edit a Wiki page to put in any image, someone needs to learn how to work the fucking internet now, shouldn’t they?” I scoff. “Blaming me for someone else’s furry fantasies of yourself, Allesandro, the typical bad guy move! Oh, poor Allesandro, his image is being dragged through the dirt long before I ever came along. Let me tell you something, Allesandro, you know that Wraith has been doing your bidding for a very long time now. It’s been very clear he has, it’s always been clear that his motives lie with you. But, he has been dragging your name through the dirt for a very long time now, remember when you used to be Claudia’s little mutt with a temper? No, you wouldn’t acknowledge it because you’ve cut your severed ties with The Underworld and you need to find a way to rewrite your own history.”
I shake my head from side to side, looking up and into the darkness, I can just vaguely see the outlines of the trees that are in the distance but it’s way too dark to even see anyone walk up to me. The coffin slowly begins to rise out of his shallow grave, reaching the top and hovering over the six-foot hole, it’s as if the laws of physics have been broken but that wasn’t it, I walk behind me and grab a wooden plank and then another, placing it underneath the coffin to hold it in place.
“There it is, Allesandro, there’s the coffin you will have the chance to place me in and put me six-feet under with. Hell, I’ve got coffins for all of The Underworld being made, I’ve got them all set and ready for your grand takeover. That’s what you wanted, right? Bury the hatchet, Allesandro, and put to rest the stable that stabbed you in the back.” I chuckle again. “Stabbed in the back, that’s ironic now, Allesandro. True friends, you know, they’ll stab you in the front. True enemies will make sure you know who’s stabbing you. True friendship will watch you become the psychopath before they have to drop you for the toxicity. That’s what I did. I made sure you looked into my eyes before I landed the final stab wound. I made sure you knew what would come, after putting the blame on me for so long, I made sure you got what was coming to you.”
“True friends stab you in the front, Allesandro, I want you to remember that for the rest of your life.” I shake my head. “Tell me, Allesandro, what makes you think you’re higher than me? What makes you think that you are better than me in any shape or form? What goes on in the head of Allesandro Devione that makes you think that no matter if I’m the best in the world at what I do - whether that be striking, high flying, submissions, technical perfection or any wrestling style that I’ve dabbled in - what makes you think that I am much lower than you? Remember back in that church, I told you about how you lack an ego and you need the validation from others to make sure you know yourself that you’re fucking good and now that I see you in the flesh, you’re finally the one speaking to me, I realise you’re no different than your counterpart.”
“I’ve exposed you, I’ve torn apart everything that you used to cover up the real you, and now I see that everything I’ve said is nothing more than the truth.” I tut. “You are insecure about everything, you just needed someone to tear you apart - limb for limb - to make people see that. But I’ve always been able to see it, Allesandro, and you know I have seen that but yet you still try to cover up like there is nothing. You’re hiding your true self, and now that you’re backed into a corner, you’ve got nothing else to do. Allesandro, how did it feel knowing I was a threat to your family. How did it feel exposing and exploiting you for the match you really are. I’ve made sure that everything you’ve built the Wraith counterpart to be as was shown in the way it should have been this whole time. You’re power-hungry, and that’s no secret, anyone with common knowledge and some fucking eyeballs would see how power-hungry you are.”
I reach for the bridge of my nose, pinching it with my index finger and my thumb before letting out a long sigh.
“You, Allesandro, are overhyped… by yourself, of course… but there is nothing more that can be said about you because you are nothing but hype. You are nothing but your own hype, mediocre doesn’t even want to be in the same sentence as you because it’s sick of being so fucking hyped up and then seeing you fall into that same category. Hell, your entire family is overhyped by themselves, and that again is no secret. Devione Industries is meant to be this big corporation but if anything, they’ve produced more stock market crashes than Black Tuesday did in 1929, but you’re still hyped as one of the biggest selling points of the Wrestleworld Island, correct? Wasn’t Final Devastation supposed to be the biggest event of the year? What happened to it? Did your father make too many cuts to the point that it wasn’t even a show?” I question as I look down to the coffin by my feet. “You’re disgusting and foul fucking creatures, and I’m talking to fucking you Allesandro, you stalked a poor innocent woman who wanted no business with you and yet you continued and kept on going until she left all of the social media platforms she had and then the island itself to create her own legacy in OWA. Does that make you feel better as a man, Allesandro? You disgusting fucking pig.”
“All she wanted was to make herself feel like a true warrior she was- no, the true warrior she is. You wanted to make sure that everything she built herself up for was tarnished for your own sake because you couldn’t handle talent that might have looked strong. You sexually harassed that poor girl out of the fucking island, but I guess that’s a strong claim to make on something you might find to have been a joke at the end of the day.” I bring my hand through my hair. “So when does it end, Allesandro? When does it end? When does the fun for you become a bit bland- when do you realise and make an effort of showing true emotion by showing everyone that you are that little insecure mongrel that your father raised to be? You can’t, not right now, you need to show how strong you are because you’re a Devione. Stop trying to be like Kevin Devastation, as if he couldn’t get more of an insufferable [Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore than before, you’re never going to be an heir to the throne.”
I smirk with a scoff coming from under my breath.
“You think so greatly on the fact about how you’re going to cash in on Claudia Michaels and end Dreamworld as the American Dream Champion, but that’s not the reality you are going to get. You’re going to cash in and then you’re going to fail, you’re going to choke or even better, you’re not going to cash in at all and you’re going to watch from the sidelines with a snapped spine and sitting in a wheelchair with Roland pushing around dead weight like we’ve been doing the whole tenure of The Underworld.” I sigh again. “Deadweight. How fucking ironic.”
I reach down and grasp at the lid of the coffin, slowly opening it to find the corpse of Allesandro Devione laying within the coffin with his eyes closed and his arms crossed along his chest. One look at my face and you can tell the frustration on my face as my teeth begin to grit a little as I continuously stare down at Allesandro.
“There is only one man fitting of chasing that title, the true heir to the throne, and that is the man who you will face at Dreamworld.” I take a deep breath. “I have always been the heir to the throne since the day I fucking arrived in Wrestleworld, everyone knew that and I’m not surprised, they saw what true and pure talent is. They cashed their checks before it got wasted but I was, of course, sidelined with an injury but when I came back- Those checks were still dripping in cash. Claudia and The Professional made sure they cashed in and put their chips down as the highest bidder in the whole stable war. They made sure that the actual heir to the throne would land where the Queen was, and with me, they didn’t need you.”
“Allesandro, this whole experience, I’ve kept calm and I’ve kept my cool- through thick and thin, I made sure there was no outburst from me and all to make sure that you are nothing more than a little petty cunt who cannot stand on his own two feet anymore.” I clear my throat. “But you- YOU NEED TO REALISE WHO THE FUCK I AM AND WHAT THE FUCK I AM GOING TO DO TO YOU, ALESSANDRO. FOR TOO LONG YOU HAVE PLAGUED US AND THIS ENDS HERE, I HAVE SET YOUR COFFIN, I HAVE SET YOUR END DATE, THE END GAME IS FUCKING COMING AND TRUST ME EVERYTHING WILL FUCKING DIE AT YOUR HANDS, CUNT. THEIR BLOOD WILL BE ON YOUR HANDS, ALLESANDRO, AND THE ENTIRE FAMILY OF THE DEVIONES WILL BE PUT TO FUCKING REST ONCE AND FOR ALL!”
“You know why that is happening, Allesandro?” I ask. “BECAUSE I AM MAVERICK, I AM THE MAN THAT’LL PUT YOUR FAMILY INTO OBSCURITY. I AM THE MAVERICK, I AM THE ONE AND ONLY MAVERICK, THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A MAVERICK LIKE ME AND NOBODY WILL EVER LIVE UP TO THE NAME I HAVE GIVEN MYSELF THREE FUCKING YEARS AGO! I WILL BURN EVERYTHING YOU EVER LOVED, EVERYTHING YOU’VE EVER CHERISHED- ONE BY ONE, I WILL BURN EACH AND EVERY MEMBER OF THE DEVIONE FAMILY UNTIL THERE IS NO MORE! THERE WILL BE NO MORE AND I WILL SEND YOU SIX FEET UNDER WHERE YOU WILL BE DRAGGED THROUGH FUCKING HELL FOR EVERYTHING YOU’VE EVER DONE TO ME, TO EVERYONE AROUND YOU, TO EVERYONE YOU’VE EMOTIONALLY AFFECTED! YOU WILL BURN IN HELL!”
I cough as I once again clear my throat.
“You’re going to burn in hell, and I’ll make sure you stay there.”
I walk around to behind the headstone and pull out a jerry can, filled to the brim with petrol before pouring it into the coffin and onto the wood, the fumes bring a pinch to my nose but I continue on until it is emptied. I throw the jerry can into the darkness and then reach into my jacket pocket, pulling out a box of matches and lighting one up. I just stare at the coffin and the corpse within, still fueled by the anger flowing through me as I kick the boards holding the coffin in place away and letting it fall down the shallow hole. I look down for one final view before throwing the match down and watching the fire consume the coffin and the corpse within, watching the wax melt was quite soothing to see but it made me feel more anger flow through. I back away from the grave, pulling at the tarp that reveals what the headstone reads.
“HERE LIES ALLESANDRO DEVIONE, SENT TO HELL FOR HIS SINS.”
I look at that headstone with an expressionless demeanour on my face.
“Don’t keep the devil waiting, old friend,” I softly speak. “Dreamworld will be your final resting place and the fantasies of a Devione will finally shatter.”
I walk over to the torch that had lightened up everything as I continue to shine it over by the grave, my finger on the button to switch off the light.
“I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.”
The light goes out and it leaves me within the darkness, the only light showed comes from the grave where my silhouette is illuminated before I walk away and leave the grave to burn with whatever demons have been left behind.