Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2019 19:03:17 GMT -5
VONTAVIO
“Brennan, talk to me.”
Vontavio, Brennan's sometimes hairdresser, sometimes friend beat on the door before finally getting it to come open and pushing his way into the room.
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“I will never talk again ever. I’m retiring to watch Godzilla movies until I die.”
VONTAVIO
“But that’s stupid, you were fine on Blitz.”
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“Yeah, but I thought about it and... I lost, Vontavio. Ramona’s busy with the foot fetish business… I'm alone and I lost. This is all a sign, the Russians won and I’m going to die.”
He had resigned to his eventual fate of dying to Russian robots at the employ of Cosmo Cooper.
VONTAVIO
“Brennan, there are no Russians.”
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“Explain Putin.”
VONTAVIO
“Okay there are Russians, but they’re not out to get you.”
He hadn’t seen what Brennan had, he didn’t know the future.
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“Don’t you see? Cosmo won due to Russian tampering, that was a Russian referee overseeing that match. They got to Vanessa, they got to Cosmo, and I know this Tag Match is a thing and I was excited but… Russia will ruin that too.”
VONTAVIO
“Okay, so say the Russian thing is real.”
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“The Russian thing is real.”
Brennan took things too literally sometimes, garnering an exasperated sigh from Vontavio.
VONTAVIO
“No, I’m saying, if it’s real… you have a prime opportunity to infiltrate Russia… through Cosmo.”
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“... Huh….”
VONTAVIO
“And like you said on Blitz, even if it's not, you can make him suffer… you like people suffering, right?”
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“... It’s in my F-List which lists all my kinks.”
Brennan had seen it one night when people were making fun of a certain kind of people on Twitter, where people listed their more messed up habits.
VONTAVIO
“... F-List?”
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“Don’t ask. Saw it on DTF twitter when someone retweeted one.”
VONTAVIO
“Focus, Brennan... you’re facing female wrestlers…”
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“I do hate all of the ugly, frumpy little ones.”
VONTAVIO
“And Fallon and Lorean? They’re super frumpy. Skinny looking hipster bitches.”
Vontavio may have been being catty, but he did kind of have a point.
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“Hey man, they might have some sort of disorders. That’s insensitive.”
VONTAVIO
“You have a problem with that?”
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“No but you need to find out for sure, if they do, I can use that.”
He stood up, having gotten out of his funk and already thinking of what to use against them.
VONTAVIO
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“I think I am…”
VONTAVIO
“And what are you going to do to their grandmas?!”
Vontavio waited for Brennan to say the thing, but Brennan only had that kind of love for one very special grandma...
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“Nothing, what the fuck? That was one grandma. One. Where did you even get that I’m into that? You’re so fucking weird…”
VONTAVIO
“...”
Devlin threw away his robe to be left in his underwear which read ‘Nasty Boy’ across the back and began to dig through a drawer for some clothing. Once dressed, he yelled.
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“Gary! Tinkles!”
Brennan fetched Tinkles and Gary, his tiny white Pomeranians and soon took them out the door. Obviously, he had been inspired to go for a walk, maybe he would find an interesting place to speak, as well, he thought to himself as he wandered from a stupified Vontavio.
Sometime later, Brennan was in a park, he sat on a bench and held a leash which held onto his two dogs, Tinkles and Gary. Sun beamed down on the black suit-clad man as he peered over his sunglasses at the camera.
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“Sometimes you wake up, sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall... You fly.
I woke up. I found an understanding of what I needed to do… It’s not popular, never popular. It’s not the ‘right’ thing because right… wrong.. Belief. It’s all just a fucking collar for the leash to be attached and none of you will ever contain me! No honor, no respect, no nothing. None of you will ever put me in your fucking box!
I was so close…
I had it within my grasp and you took it, Cosmo. You took it in a match you didn’t even earn and now… It should be me with the championship! Me! But it’s not me, no, you walked in the door and were put in a position you didn’t earn and you ‘won’ the battle. Congratulations…
War comes next.
Now I’m going to make you suffer, oh I’m going to make you suffer. We’re going to win those tag team championships… don’t worry. But as a result, I will force your name to be attached to mine for the rest of your wrestling history.
I want your name to become synonymous with our reign, Cosmo.
Then? Then I plan on taking you and this company, the company that failed me down… I hate you, Cosmo. I legitimately despise you and everything you are… You think what I’m doing on Twitter is annoying? I thought I didn’t tweet enough, by the way, but… You think my constantly appearing to be a thorn in your side is bad?
I’m going to make you and everyone you love, everyone you’ve ever loved… everyone you know… suffer.
And to be honest, what better way than win the Tag Team Championships all on my own, and make you sit through it every step of the way? I want you to look at your title history, the record of what I’m sure will be many achievements… then you see our championship reign in the history books, unable to be erased…
And then you’ll think… ‘That guy, that guy who lead me to the first, the greatest Tag reign in Valor history? He fucked my grandma to death.’
I know turning against you would be fun, maybe bust in your skull again, but that’ll come in due time… Instead? Why not make Cosmo suffer a while? And hell, if you turn on me, Cosmo? Then you just prove everything I’ve said that you, my friend, you are a low down, dirty scumbag and you can’t be that, can you? Lowering yourself and what not… Then you’d be on my level…
But this is the thing you just don’t seem to grasp.
To survive in this business? You NEED to be on my level. But you’ll understand. You’ll understand really, really soon when I’ve given you a Tag Championship reign only to take everything away from you. You’ll understand but by then? It’ll be too late...”
A man in a pink bear costume sat down on the bench beside of him, the outfit was stained with blood and the mask had crazy eyes. This was normal to Brennan, so he ignored it to continue on.
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“Did you girls think I’d forgotten you?
You could only hope… But no, I remember, I remember you both vividly… I actually have paid some attention to the both of your runs so far here in Valor and while the old me would scoff at you for being female wrestlers… I’m a different beast than I was three years ago and credit where credit is due, you’ve both done an impressive job. Congratulations. No really, nothing snarky about it at all. You’ve both shown your merit and why you deserve to be here in some capacity, through your limited outings here so far. You’ve both done some solid work.
Of course, Fallon has a few matches under her belt compared to Lorean...
Speaking of that, let’s gab about that, Lorean. Your first match here, you beat Danny Rizzo. Now, Danny, he’s a solid enough competitor, on some level. He can do the moves and not kill anyone is what I’m saying, but if one were to hear you on Twitter, you’ve beaten the greatest wrestler on the planet and there’s no need to even have this match. You come off like you’ve already won! That’s cool, I like the confidence.
But at a certain point, confidence turns to stupidity.
The fact you’re ignoring what’s in front of your face is stupid. The fact you believe you and Fallon have a chance is idiotic. That you think it’s up for debate when it’s a fucking fact that that Russian piece of shit Cosmo Cooper and myself are going to wipe the floor with you and go on to win this whole fucking thing? That is completely, unabashedly moronic.
Take a look at the men across the ring, take a look at the men you’re facing.
For better or worse, the two of us have dominated the conversation of this business for quite some time. One of us is always doing something that puts the entire wrestling populaces collective consciousness towards us. Whether that’s a good or a bad thing, there’s a reason for it… I am the greatest living professional wrestler, girls, and Cosmo? Cosmo is a living professional wrestler who’s above the bar set by John Blade for people at that level. That’s pretty fucking good, all things considered.”
The pink bear man stood up and attempted to pet Gary, only for the duo of Tinkles and Gary to take him to the ground and begin dragging him out of the sightline of the camera.
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“Oh honey, no, I didn’t forget you, Fallon!
I’d never forget you. Poor, sweet, innocent Fallon. Too kind to be in this business, too nice… People like you are eaten alive by people like me, Fallon. And make no mistake, I will swallow you whole. Don’t fret, child. It’ll all be okay because even you have demons, but whereas you won’t show me yours… come Blitz, I’ll show you mine. You said a while back every time a fan puts on your shirt, they become family…
You’ve heard about what I do to the family of those I have an issue with, haven’t you, Fallon?
But I won’t fuck your family to death. No, I’m going to fuck both yours and Lorean’s career to death. And when I’m done bending those careers over, grabbing them by the pigtails and making those careers my bitch… Then I’ll cast away your withered fucking husks to the mat, pin you and carry Cosmo Cooper to a championship… You’ve both faced people like fucking NovaCaine, a relic of a forgotten time, from a forgotten place, someone that should have been lost to the stream of time, and Danny Rizzo, someone with tools who can’t seem to put it all together into anything and works…
The Grandma’s Boys are coming to take any tread you’ve gotten on your uphill path towards whatever your goals are here in Valor and knock your fucking legs out from under you. You can look at my career and see that there is nothing I won’t do to you, myself, my own partner or any person on this planet to get what I want… I want those belts and our path to them is paved through your mangled bodies. So Fallon, overcome your meek nature and give me your all. I’d expect nothing less. Lorean, show the world that the one match wasn’t a fluke… Show us all you are a quality competitor that can go toe to toe with any challenge in your face.
Then accept the fact that you gave it your all, you gave it the best you had to offer… and you still couldn’t handle the best this company has… And Cosmo Cooper.”
Brennan leaned into the camera as if to articulate his point, completely ignoring Tinkles and Gary as they carried a pink bears head back to him.
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“One last thing… Cosmo. I dare you to lift a finger against me. I dare you to throw away the facade of a ‘good guy’ and show the world what I know you are. Show them! Show them all, because, the alternative is that you and I… We’ll be linked forever.”
The camera closed in on a nearby Valentine’s Day gift card which read ‘You + Me forever’ on the ground, obviously not a loving message… But an ominous one. A sinister cackle being heard from Devlin as he wandered away from the scene, knowing whether he forced Cosmo to be linked with him, a person he hated, or show his true self and turn against him…
Brennan had already won.
Sometime after Brennan had returned home from the park, he stopped to see the UPS had left a package by the door. He picked it up and looked at the box, tearing it open to see a new drivers license, odd, why was it being sent to him? His had been fine.
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“Seems to check out… Name, height and weight and….”
Then he saw it… Instead of ‘M’, the driver's license under sex had something much more horrifying..
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“.... F? F?! …. F!!!!!!!!"
He dropped to his knees.
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“You fucking Russians?! WAS MY TITLE NOT ENOUGH?!”
He yelled out to the Heavens, cradling his driver's license in hand before getting a hateful look in his eyes.
BRENNAN DEVLIN
“This will not stand… You hear me you Russian fucks, I’m coming for you, I’m coming for Cosmo… Valor Pro is going to be cleansed by my fucking flames if I have to to undo your wrongs!”
Nearby, a neighbor glanced over his fence as Brennan screamed about Russians and where Brenda was.
NEIGHBOR
“Honey? The neighbors went crazy again..”
Before he could say anything else, his neck was snapped as his wife had accidentally been activated from her sleeper cell. Her code word having been said. She spoke into a device that looked like a wristwatch.
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