Blood Sacrifice | End of Days Round Two | Week Three | #2
Oct 10, 2020 1:29:30 GMT -5
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Post by Mav. on Oct 10, 2020 1:29:30 GMT -5
The Grand Palace.
A large complex of buildings in the heart of Bangkok, once the residence of The Kings of Sian - now of Thailand - since the year of 1872, it is today where it stands still as a center of ceremony and of the monarchy whilst also serving as a museum and one of the most popular tourist attractions within the country. The sun beginning to set down in the city of Bangkok as Maverick looks out one of the windows from within the palace, dressed in a black suit - to the nines with gold for the cufflinks and the buttons - and in his hand is the Crown of Thorns itself. The natural sunlight shines through the window as Maverick covers his eyes to block the ray beams of the sun itself.
“The aim of my life is the overthrow of the monarchy, a quote from Karl Liebknecht, and when I think of that quote- I look to myself. I look to the challenge I have ahead of me, I look to everything I’ve ever wanted in life. To me, there’s been one thing I could ever ask for heading into End of Days in Thailand and that’s to overthrow the oncoming monarchy that’s been holding on for far too long in this fucking Network. To think that I could come this far in this tournament, all to be halted by some corrupt monarch who thinks he is way too good for his own place is just such a tragic tale from beginning to end. To think that we’ve let some man walk into this place, holding his head high and mighty like he is some sort of important piece of this network to actually letting him become that important piece of the network, that is just sad.”
Maverick slowly turns around to turn his back against the window and to stare off into the distance, finally getting a clear vision of the Crown of Thorns in the left hand, the sight of blood dripping down the hand, and the barbed wire that Maverick holds tightly. As he takes one long breath, Maverick takes slow steps forward as he walks away from the window he once stood at.
“Tell me one thing, Swann, you’re a man who studies their opponents religiously. Study their weaknesses and their strengths, their unique style, their wins, and their losses. That was what helped you win King of Hokkaido this year, that’s what helped you become the man you are and that is something I can purposely respect but let me ask you this. You’re a man who studies the weaknesses, a man who studies their strengths, and the unique style that your own opponents bring to the ring. Against an unorthodox wrestler quite like myself, you have to ask if everything that you speak of is actually true. Unorthodox in the way that you never see it coming, unorthodox in the way that you don’t know what to expect when entering the ring with me, unorthodox in the way that you wouldn’t know how to actually deal with the truth.”
More drops of blood fall onto the floor of the palace as Maverick keeps his head down with each step he takes.
“That’s what makes me a Maverick, and for you to question my own name, one must simply have to question your place as rightful King. The reason why nobody is speaking up about it is that they are afraid of the schizophrenic psychopath you have become, and we’re all living in your own fantasy world that you’ve invited us into. Nobody has ever dared to speak up about your place in the monarchy is because they’re afraid of what you could do, and seeing how you’ve been able to murder people with just the snap of a finger. The only man to have ever done that was me, and the reason why is because you’re not a fucking king, you’re a self-absorbed prick who cares for nobody else but himself. You’re sending your own men into battles they might not even win, and it was simply shown when you let Gareth Mitchell go to war with Rockface Anchorage with their career up for grabs. You’re all about yourself, everything is about you, and to you- nobody is better than you.”
Maverick slowly lifts his head up as he stops his place.
“One word, Swann. Politics.”
With one singular finger, Maverick raises it up slowly to his head height.
“You, my friend, have politicized your way into every single thing you earned this year. You politicized your way into every single one of your wins, every single one of your championship reigns, into every spot you’ve been given chances upon chances for, and will those people like to admit that? Of course not, because if they let the truth free then they’d have to deal with your presence and anger. You know- they wouldn’t want their heads taken clean off their shoulders, now, would they? Ask your little friends there, Swann. Ask guys like Aleister Mayfield or Jooey Grimm if you actually earned your place. Especially Jooey since your first match in FWA, you were given the top championship of the company, and what now? Is he afraid to take the title off of you- by any means necessary? You know damn well that the J-ROK owners never dealt with your bullshit after you decided to take a hike when they wanted their King of Hokkaido to represent himself against the then XHF Women’s Champion but don’t worry- I made sure that your place wasn’t wasted.”
Maverick spoke as if there was a soft exclamation point at the end of the sentence, making a point stand out as he keeps his expressions at a deadpanned look.
“And it’s been like that for a very long time after Night of Champions, Swann, I took your place because you wanted to play with the sandcastles on the beach and take a nice long rest from the monarchy. You’re wondering why I never mentioned Destiny Wrestling when on the subject of politicking your way into everything and it’s simple- it doesn’t take the brightest of the bunch to walk into a Sunday Showdown and say ‘I want this man for the title’ and who would have fucking guessed it- they’re that fucking idiotic to allow that man to have their shot! Soon enough, you became the owner and did everything you wanted on your own watch. By that point, it’s not politicking- it’s fucking based and biased bullshit that has never been seen the likes of before since the days of AWF’s whack shit between the years of 2018 and 2019.”
There is a simple roll of his eyes as he shakes his head.
“I’ve been known for telling a white lie every now and then, I’ve been known for using excuses when I say I don’t but there is no excuse for a man who should stand for his victories- you’re barely mentioning how you lost that Heavyweight Championship to Rockface at all as if you’re willing to forget it ever happened. You’re willing to forget you lost to STRiFE as if that ever happened. See, I can stand up and face my losses like a fucking man whilst you cower and pretend like some child. You lose something and you let out a little temper tantrum, and when things don’t go your own way, you begin to abuse your powers. Remember when you said you were allowing me to have that title shot that I eventually won? You were in a fit of rage, you tried to ‘hunt’ Yuki down and for what cause other than to abuse the powers you had as ‘owner of the company’, you never showed up for a scheduled match whereas I watched from afar and saw nothing take place. You promised a match after the Pay Per View, and which you did exactly that when you made the weekly show a whole fucking Pay Per View to itself. That is abusing power at it’s finest. That is childish behavior to an extent. That is making excuses just to not face someone you had no fucking clue about.”
Maverick uses his free hand to tap on the side of his head as we finally see what exactly Maverick has been walking up to this whole entire time, the throne that sits in the middle of the room. Red velvet cushioning and a golden shine to it’s framework.
“And the mask- you couldn’t tell me that I walked my way into anything. You couldn’t stand there and say to me that I didn’t deserve anything I was ever given in Destiny Wrestling- have you ever heard of a stunt double, a paid actor, a friend at least? Of course, you don’t, you lonely fucking cunt. The footage you had shown as proof that MaVerino wasn’t me? Fake. Just like you. The whole MaVerino character? That was me, I wrestled in fucking Champoon Wrasslin’ for the entirety of Season Three- if you don’t believe me then go ahead and watch them back, see those matches. Does he wrestle like me? Does he sound like me? I’m not sure but a luchador with a very strong Irish accent is a wild occurrence indeed. Even then, I was laying out bodies like there was no tomorrow on the path leading up to that championship match, and afterward with each defense. Could you say that you laid out Subject #42 in two minutes as I have? No, you fucking haven’t and could never do the fucking same again.”
Maverick would scoff at that remark.
“I did that. I set the standards for that title after you took your ball and fucked right off home.”
Pointing far off into the distance, he lowers his arm slowly and began to slowly climb the four steps it takes to get to the throne. The grip around the Crown of Thorns tightens as more blood drips down from the hand of The King.
“To think that you’ve become a better man than you have in the past is a true statement but to even dare say that you’ve become a better man than I am is ridiculous in itself. I’ve been on another level than you have, being an owner of the comedy club- I mean, Destiny Wrestling, doesn’t make you a better man than I am. Cutting off the heads of Lio and Galloway doesn’t make you the better man. Being an outsider doesn’t make you the better man. There is nothing that you’ve done that makes me the better man, absolutely fucking nothing and you’re too scared to admit that. You’ve been caught in your own little white lie and now what, Swann? Now fucking what? Outlast thirty people in Fired Up, I dare you. Win the X*Crown Championship, I fucking dare you. Travel across the globe and usurp every monarch they have, I bet you fucking wouldn’t. You couldn’t do it in AXW, you couldn’t do it in MCCW, you couldn’t do it in J-ROK, and you couldn’t do it in Champoon. Everywhere I’ve been in? I’ve left my mark, I’ve been in their history books for the years to come. The history that spans from a year to three years, to twenty fucking years. I’ve done the things only you could ever fucking wish to have done and you’re the so-called King. You’re the so-called man that people think is the Wrestler of The Year here on the Network and maybe their right but soon, what the fuck are they going to call you? A pauper.”
Maverick turns around to face the windows he once stood at, lifting the Crown of Thorns to his face.
“This right here resembles your tenure as The King, this resembles everything that you’ve done and everything I’ve done. Before my hand was placed onto this, it was nothing more than rusted metal. Decaying slowly and slowly until it was gone forever, and when my hand was placed onto it? My blood soaked into the metal, like how I put my own blood, sweat, and tears into what I fucking do. The decay is you, Swann, because soon you’ll decay into nothing, and what will be left of your visage as King? A sea of lost memories that nobody will ever take a look back on to remember because they fucking refuse. This crown symbolizes what you have become, what you have been since you’ve struck at the heart of the network, and dared to swallow it whole. Everything that you ever were lies within this crown, Swann.”
The crown is slowly placed down to the ground before a swift stomp down onto the crown crushes it, leaving it flat like cardboard.
“Papier-mâché, your royal fucking highness. You’re no King, you took that title from me to make me look like the weakling, and soon, you’ll have no throne to sit on. You’ll have no place at the table. You will have no crown to justify yourself as a royal figure one would look up to. Simply put, Swann, the only crown you will be wearing after Sunday is a Crown of Thorns and you’ll finally be a sacrifice to my heritage- to my coronation as the True King of The Network. And if persuaded, you might even find yourself at the same fate those who you’ve slaughtered. Because as a King, I can do whatever I fucking want- whenever I fucking want.”
Maverick slowly sits down in the throne, resting back and finding himself in a most comfortable position. With a wicked and most crooked smile, showing teeth in the process, he utters out his final words as they echo throughout the palace.
“The aim of my life is the overthrow of the monarchy… and I can finally say I have done it.”
Cut to black.
A large complex of buildings in the heart of Bangkok, once the residence of The Kings of Sian - now of Thailand - since the year of 1872, it is today where it stands still as a center of ceremony and of the monarchy whilst also serving as a museum and one of the most popular tourist attractions within the country. The sun beginning to set down in the city of Bangkok as Maverick looks out one of the windows from within the palace, dressed in a black suit - to the nines with gold for the cufflinks and the buttons - and in his hand is the Crown of Thorns itself. The natural sunlight shines through the window as Maverick covers his eyes to block the ray beams of the sun itself.
“The aim of my life is the overthrow of the monarchy, a quote from Karl Liebknecht, and when I think of that quote- I look to myself. I look to the challenge I have ahead of me, I look to everything I’ve ever wanted in life. To me, there’s been one thing I could ever ask for heading into End of Days in Thailand and that’s to overthrow the oncoming monarchy that’s been holding on for far too long in this fucking Network. To think that I could come this far in this tournament, all to be halted by some corrupt monarch who thinks he is way too good for his own place is just such a tragic tale from beginning to end. To think that we’ve let some man walk into this place, holding his head high and mighty like he is some sort of important piece of this network to actually letting him become that important piece of the network, that is just sad.”
Maverick slowly turns around to turn his back against the window and to stare off into the distance, finally getting a clear vision of the Crown of Thorns in the left hand, the sight of blood dripping down the hand, and the barbed wire that Maverick holds tightly. As he takes one long breath, Maverick takes slow steps forward as he walks away from the window he once stood at.
“Tell me one thing, Swann, you’re a man who studies their opponents religiously. Study their weaknesses and their strengths, their unique style, their wins, and their losses. That was what helped you win King of Hokkaido this year, that’s what helped you become the man you are and that is something I can purposely respect but let me ask you this. You’re a man who studies the weaknesses, a man who studies their strengths, and the unique style that your own opponents bring to the ring. Against an unorthodox wrestler quite like myself, you have to ask if everything that you speak of is actually true. Unorthodox in the way that you never see it coming, unorthodox in the way that you don’t know what to expect when entering the ring with me, unorthodox in the way that you wouldn’t know how to actually deal with the truth.”
More drops of blood fall onto the floor of the palace as Maverick keeps his head down with each step he takes.
“That’s what makes me a Maverick, and for you to question my own name, one must simply have to question your place as rightful King. The reason why nobody is speaking up about it is that they are afraid of the schizophrenic psychopath you have become, and we’re all living in your own fantasy world that you’ve invited us into. Nobody has ever dared to speak up about your place in the monarchy is because they’re afraid of what you could do, and seeing how you’ve been able to murder people with just the snap of a finger. The only man to have ever done that was me, and the reason why is because you’re not a fucking king, you’re a self-absorbed prick who cares for nobody else but himself. You’re sending your own men into battles they might not even win, and it was simply shown when you let Gareth Mitchell go to war with Rockface Anchorage with their career up for grabs. You’re all about yourself, everything is about you, and to you- nobody is better than you.”
Maverick slowly lifts his head up as he stops his place.
“One word, Swann. Politics.”
With one singular finger, Maverick raises it up slowly to his head height.
“You, my friend, have politicized your way into every single thing you earned this year. You politicized your way into every single one of your wins, every single one of your championship reigns, into every spot you’ve been given chances upon chances for, and will those people like to admit that? Of course not, because if they let the truth free then they’d have to deal with your presence and anger. You know- they wouldn’t want their heads taken clean off their shoulders, now, would they? Ask your little friends there, Swann. Ask guys like Aleister Mayfield or Jooey Grimm if you actually earned your place. Especially Jooey since your first match in FWA, you were given the top championship of the company, and what now? Is he afraid to take the title off of you- by any means necessary? You know damn well that the J-ROK owners never dealt with your bullshit after you decided to take a hike when they wanted their King of Hokkaido to represent himself against the then XHF Women’s Champion but don’t worry- I made sure that your place wasn’t wasted.”
Maverick spoke as if there was a soft exclamation point at the end of the sentence, making a point stand out as he keeps his expressions at a deadpanned look.
“And it’s been like that for a very long time after Night of Champions, Swann, I took your place because you wanted to play with the sandcastles on the beach and take a nice long rest from the monarchy. You’re wondering why I never mentioned Destiny Wrestling when on the subject of politicking your way into everything and it’s simple- it doesn’t take the brightest of the bunch to walk into a Sunday Showdown and say ‘I want this man for the title’ and who would have fucking guessed it- they’re that fucking idiotic to allow that man to have their shot! Soon enough, you became the owner and did everything you wanted on your own watch. By that point, it’s not politicking- it’s fucking based and biased bullshit that has never been seen the likes of before since the days of AWF’s whack shit between the years of 2018 and 2019.”
There is a simple roll of his eyes as he shakes his head.
“I’ve been known for telling a white lie every now and then, I’ve been known for using excuses when I say I don’t but there is no excuse for a man who should stand for his victories- you’re barely mentioning how you lost that Heavyweight Championship to Rockface at all as if you’re willing to forget it ever happened. You’re willing to forget you lost to STRiFE as if that ever happened. See, I can stand up and face my losses like a fucking man whilst you cower and pretend like some child. You lose something and you let out a little temper tantrum, and when things don’t go your own way, you begin to abuse your powers. Remember when you said you were allowing me to have that title shot that I eventually won? You were in a fit of rage, you tried to ‘hunt’ Yuki down and for what cause other than to abuse the powers you had as ‘owner of the company’, you never showed up for a scheduled match whereas I watched from afar and saw nothing take place. You promised a match after the Pay Per View, and which you did exactly that when you made the weekly show a whole fucking Pay Per View to itself. That is abusing power at it’s finest. That is childish behavior to an extent. That is making excuses just to not face someone you had no fucking clue about.”
Maverick uses his free hand to tap on the side of his head as we finally see what exactly Maverick has been walking up to this whole entire time, the throne that sits in the middle of the room. Red velvet cushioning and a golden shine to it’s framework.
“And the mask- you couldn’t tell me that I walked my way into anything. You couldn’t stand there and say to me that I didn’t deserve anything I was ever given in Destiny Wrestling- have you ever heard of a stunt double, a paid actor, a friend at least? Of course, you don’t, you lonely fucking cunt. The footage you had shown as proof that MaVerino wasn’t me? Fake. Just like you. The whole MaVerino character? That was me, I wrestled in fucking Champoon Wrasslin’ for the entirety of Season Three- if you don’t believe me then go ahead and watch them back, see those matches. Does he wrestle like me? Does he sound like me? I’m not sure but a luchador with a very strong Irish accent is a wild occurrence indeed. Even then, I was laying out bodies like there was no tomorrow on the path leading up to that championship match, and afterward with each defense. Could you say that you laid out Subject #42 in two minutes as I have? No, you fucking haven’t and could never do the fucking same again.”
Maverick would scoff at that remark.
“I did that. I set the standards for that title after you took your ball and fucked right off home.”
Pointing far off into the distance, he lowers his arm slowly and began to slowly climb the four steps it takes to get to the throne. The grip around the Crown of Thorns tightens as more blood drips down from the hand of The King.
“To think that you’ve become a better man than you have in the past is a true statement but to even dare say that you’ve become a better man than I am is ridiculous in itself. I’ve been on another level than you have, being an owner of the comedy club- I mean, Destiny Wrestling, doesn’t make you a better man than I am. Cutting off the heads of Lio and Galloway doesn’t make you the better man. Being an outsider doesn’t make you the better man. There is nothing that you’ve done that makes me the better man, absolutely fucking nothing and you’re too scared to admit that. You’ve been caught in your own little white lie and now what, Swann? Now fucking what? Outlast thirty people in Fired Up, I dare you. Win the X*Crown Championship, I fucking dare you. Travel across the globe and usurp every monarch they have, I bet you fucking wouldn’t. You couldn’t do it in AXW, you couldn’t do it in MCCW, you couldn’t do it in J-ROK, and you couldn’t do it in Champoon. Everywhere I’ve been in? I’ve left my mark, I’ve been in their history books for the years to come. The history that spans from a year to three years, to twenty fucking years. I’ve done the things only you could ever fucking wish to have done and you’re the so-called King. You’re the so-called man that people think is the Wrestler of The Year here on the Network and maybe their right but soon, what the fuck are they going to call you? A pauper.”
Maverick turns around to face the windows he once stood at, lifting the Crown of Thorns to his face.
“This right here resembles your tenure as The King, this resembles everything that you’ve done and everything I’ve done. Before my hand was placed onto this, it was nothing more than rusted metal. Decaying slowly and slowly until it was gone forever, and when my hand was placed onto it? My blood soaked into the metal, like how I put my own blood, sweat, and tears into what I fucking do. The decay is you, Swann, because soon you’ll decay into nothing, and what will be left of your visage as King? A sea of lost memories that nobody will ever take a look back on to remember because they fucking refuse. This crown symbolizes what you have become, what you have been since you’ve struck at the heart of the network, and dared to swallow it whole. Everything that you ever were lies within this crown, Swann.”
The crown is slowly placed down to the ground before a swift stomp down onto the crown crushes it, leaving it flat like cardboard.
“Papier-mâché, your royal fucking highness. You’re no King, you took that title from me to make me look like the weakling, and soon, you’ll have no throne to sit on. You’ll have no place at the table. You will have no crown to justify yourself as a royal figure one would look up to. Simply put, Swann, the only crown you will be wearing after Sunday is a Crown of Thorns and you’ll finally be a sacrifice to my heritage- to my coronation as the True King of The Network. And if persuaded, you might even find yourself at the same fate those who you’ve slaughtered. Because as a King, I can do whatever I fucking want- whenever I fucking want.”
Maverick slowly sits down in the throne, resting back and finding himself in a most comfortable position. With a wicked and most crooked smile, showing teeth in the process, he utters out his final words as they echo throughout the palace.
“The aim of my life is the overthrow of the monarchy… and I can finally say I have done it.”
Cut to black.
