Dynasties come, dynasties go. - Maggall castle log

(The music continues to play as the video shows and enters the Wrestleworld castle, hanging in a favourite location within. He closes the massive refrigerator door and reveals that he’s in the castle kitchen. Having pulled out a piece of cake, he does a little shoulder dance, and starts heading for a place to sit down as he’s followed by a confused butler and maid.)

Maid: Uhm, Mr Maggall sir,  please allow us to give you a proper introduction and a rundown on the castle! You’ve been here for days without proper introduction!

(Maggall ignores her, and spots a fancy large dinner table and heads to it. He sits down and starts enjoying his cake, playing with the fancy silverware.)

Maid: Please sir, there’s urgent activities that require focus!

(Maggall continues to stuff his face.)

Butler: Sir, why do you not communicate?

Maggall: I don’t talk to no hoes. It’s not halal.

Butler: I’m afraid that’s incomprehensible, you have worked for women multiple times.

Maggall: Listen, I know what you’re talking about, and that was different, I was getting paid and we were supposed to fuck up Pendragon’s former wrestling spot. Then I just tagged along to another company, when the first closed down before I got to show up. Claudia’s different though, not only is she paying me, but she’s always spittin’.

Butler: Spittin’?

Maggall: You know, telling unpopular truths. I was impressed when she made sure no woman advanced in that king shit tournament, reminded the world that not all women are queens. In fact, if she breathes she’s a, you know what’s next!

Butler: Please refrain! Some of the young women in Wrestleworld go down to being as young as 17!

Maggall: I’m sorry, do women not breathe until they turn 18? Because if they do so before then, they be thots. Hana Nakajima is a thot!

Butler: Sir!

Maggall: Chill, chill, I’m pulling your leg. You there, what do you want?

Maid: Well I was wondering why you refuse to partake in our information session, and are right now feasting on a rather regal cake.

Maggall: Obviously, I am poison testing this lovely cake for Claudia Michaels. Does nobody know what day it is today? What’s wrong with everyone.

Maid: Please don’t utter the words!

Maggall: IT’S MOTHER’S DAY!  And Claudia is very well known for being the most celebrated mother in this industry!

Maid: I--I’m not so su--

Maggall: Huh? Are you saying Claudia is not a good mother? You want me to tell her you said that?

Maid: No! I’d prefer not to broach the subject. I don’t know her opinion on such personal matters! We never know what might happen if we bring up Lady Roxy, or especially Master Robbie’s bastard.

(Maggall just chews on his food and looks at her with a serious expression as she becomes uncomfortable. Then he cracks up and shakes his head.)

Maggall: I’m just messing with you!

Maid: Sir please stop! Things have become rather tense, and rumours are floating around that there’s descent in The Underworld! Lord Wraith has already left the castle for his tower!

Maggall: Really? The Wraith left? I was hearing weird shit at night, and here I thought the castle was still haunted. If our ghost ain’t here, is that noise related to all the whips and handcuffs I’ve been hearing about?

Butler: Is there anything you take seriously!

Maggall: No! Because this business ain’t serious. I lost a bet, when I was bored and faced a man named Jesus, so I had to play an undead zombie for months, what you mean seriously? I don’t care about any of this Young and the Restless stuff going on with my teammates. Claudia can handle all that. All that matters to me is that we take down Jaywalker and this entire damn company. If they put up these girls in front of us, I’ll knock em down.

Some 17 pure-hearted year old? Man, I’ll smack her in the face and knock her down!

Talking about some Baby Yodaaaaa~, shit, get out of here! No one showcases Jaywalker’s gone Disney more than this lil glorified mascot he’s got on the payroll.

Some vet who lived the American Dream of bombing and terrorizing folk, now all about music like someone trying to hear her, her April Song, her Sweet Melody. I’ll crush her voice box, and knock her down!

“Song Style Wrestling”, only tune I’m about to listen to is her breaking bones and what kind of sound she makes when I slam her into the mat!

Some mom, who’s not even a real mother. Wants to adopt ten thousand kids, she might have even adopted that headcase who barely even wrestles anymore because Claudia put the fear of god into all of her personalities! I don’t care if it’ll only be a week after Mother’s Day, and all her adopted kids cry, I’ll backhand the bitch and put her down!

Wannabe Cloud, fine she can be Cloud. She’s going to have PTSD and have flashbacks for years to come like him too, after we raze Wrestleworld to the ground!

Maid: Well it’s great to know you know about Cloud, April, and Hana! But we still have to ask that you take part of at least the initiation process!

Butler: Yes sir, this is rather important.

(Maggall looks on confused, but then sees that the maid has pulled out an Underworld stylized cigar and invites him to take it. Suddenly multiple members of the staff have become comfortable to reveal themselves.)

Mob of castle servants: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

Maggall: Lis-

Mob of castle servants: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

Maggall: Alright alright! Shut up! (Maggall grabs the cigar and a lighter.) My bigass was already putting my health in jeopardy anyways.

(Maggall smokes the cigar as the mob of servants go wild and cheer him on, some even pop champagne. Maggall looks on in disbelief, but then focuses back on the main subject as he points his cigar at the camera.)

Maggall: I’m not here to build a dynasty, I’m here to take bring one down! I don’t expect you pipsqueaks, who try to create with your tiny hands, to understand me! I know enough to realize that the three ants we’re dealing with are clout chasers, excuse me, ambitious individuals trying to make a name for themselves by building their legacies all around the globe! They have so many dreams, and work so hard in doing their baby steps to achieve them! What don’t they get? They think it’s that easy! They don’t realize that any small footprints left in the sands of time are as easily erased by the next bigger person to come by, just like done to tiny prints left on the beach! I don’t relate to it. Some guys just live the whole “here for a fun time, not a long time” lifestyle, some of us just don’t give a damn about plans! I used to, before I got kicked out a little wrestling school when a certain talent agency decided I wasn’t a talent worth protecting. When they made me the fall guy to protect their investment into kid-friendly little girls that are the new fad in professional wrestling! Jaywalker’s gotta have some nerve, or next-level stupidity, for stacking up exactly what I hate about this business right in front of me! He’s trying me! Which means he’s put his meal tickets in harm’s way! And for what?! Some flashy main event with cuddly little heroes and wank material? WHERE’S THE REAL COMPETITION! Even when his company is in threat of collapse, he’s still thinking of selling out for one more show instead of doing what it takes to take out The Underworld! Talk about greedy. It’s gon cost him, just like it’s gon cost his precious clients.

How did he even trick all these puppets to have themselves be called clients?

Yeah, yeah, some sales pitch about Wrestleworld being some sort of new world, where it’s all about serving the wrestlers and giving them a new platform to do wrestling their way! Bunch of crooked horseshit. Bitchass, he must think he’s Zuckerberg or that owner of Twitter. Well I’ll tell y’all what someone should have told social media addicts, if you ain’t the buyer, you the product! And I ain’t heard nothing about y’all paying him. Or is it your blood, sweat, and tears you paying with?! Nah, that’s Underworld currency, not his. You’re paying up to us when you step into our turf and the queen wants her taxes for letting the peasants survive. If it was up to me, I’d just end all your careers right there in the next “chapter”! But I calm myself, the queen likes her entertainment and playing with her food. Those are the only reasons I can understand why there’s so many of you left. Or, is it we’d get fired if we took you all out for good? We got to embarrass this place week after week and take y’all out piece by piece on the long term to get away with it? Dismantling instead of destruction? I can’t say I’ll accept that forever, but I’ll play along for now, the queen’s reputation buys her that amount of time and respect. She’s one of the only people that know Jaywalker more than I do, and they say her heart’s just as cold as his is. Consider yourselves lucky, as lucky as people who’ll be carried out on stretchers can be, your crippled bodies making it to Kingdom Come requires restraint. As decreed by the queen.

Long may she reign, but soon be it over the dictator’s pile of ashes.

(Maggall sticks the cigar into the ashtray, and the video ends.)