Post by Alessandro Quagliaterre on Feb 24, 2021 22:06:39 GMT -6
Wildfires are a common occurrence in the United States. The worst offender is the raging wildfires that hit California every so often, due to the vegetation drying out from the warmer climate, which acts as the ignition for the fires to begin.
These deadly natural disasters are not limited to just the west coast. Albeit not on the same level as California, they do not discriminate, and are not immune to attacking the East Coast. Ranging from states such as Tennessee, Florida, Texas, and even New Jersey.
It was 1990 something. The scene brings us to Ocean County in New Jersey.
The New Jersey Pinelands were raging in an almighty blaze, with 15,000 acres of land lit up, and spreading rapidly powered by the strong windows fanning the fire in all directions.
A young milk-coffee colored boy, with dumbo-sized ears watched on from a distance.
“Woah!”
The boy commented, as he observed the wildfires with great allure. A young-blonde haired girl then approached the young boy.
“Alessandro, you cray cray? We gotta go! Mom says it’s not safe to be here.”
“But Alicia… Sis’ Look… Fire!”
He pointed at the wildfires to try and grab his sister’s attention. The young Alicia Quagliaterre, was surprisingly strong for her age, she grabbed Alessandro's arm, and began to drag him away from the danger. A much older woman, who appeared distraught, then approached both the children.
“There you two are, you had me worried sick. Come on we’re getting out of here.”
The woman lifted both the children in each of her arms, moving frantically away from the scene towards safety. The children got pretty sleepy as they rested their heads on her shoulder. The young Alessandro then raised his head to the woman, and quoted.
“Mommy… I think the Devil is coming. It’s Hell on earth. Fire everywhere!”
“Alessandro don’t be ridiculous. God will protect us! Now go to sleep, we’re going home!”
Alessandro received a kiss on the head from his mother, and on cue, he dozed right off... on her shoulder. Mama Quagliaterre then continued to lead her children to safety, as far as possible from the fires, as the scene fizzled out.
우리 엄만 매일 내게 말했어
언제나 남자 조심하라고
사랑은 마치 불장난 같아서 다치니까 eh
엄마 말이 꼭 맞을지도 몰라
널 보면 내 맘이 뜨겁게 달아올라
두려움보단 널 향한 끌림이 더 크니까 eh
“PLAYING WITH FIRE” by BLACKPINK plays in the background, as Alessandro is absolutely buzzing, busting moves, dancing with happiness to a total bop.
Once Alessandro Quagliaterre realizes a camera is recording him, he doesn’t get shocked. Instead, he gets straight to the point.
“My mother always told me not to play with fire as a kid. I’m pretty sure most parents will tell their children... that fire is dangerous.”
“Ever since I saw wildfires raging in the heartland of New Jersey as a child, it’s made me wonder. I wouldn’t say I’m a pyromaniac or anything, but it’s human nature to be curious. Fire has always been an element that fascinates me.”
“As wrestlers, fighters, competitors, however, you define yourself in this business. We’re meant to give sweat, blood, and tears, put our bodies on the lines and sacrifice everything for the feel of leather and gold.”
“That may be true to some who sell their souls to the devil for glory. I think everyone has their own inner demons that they go on an intense struggle and insane battle with. Most weak individuals give in, I however cannot, I can’t sell my soul to the devil for gold.”
“My mother told me we have a higher power watching over us, and I believe her. Whether anyone watching this believes it or doesn’t… I’m not here to preach to praise our lord and savior Jesus christ, to come save you. I will however explain myself.”
The scene transitions out for a moment from Alessandro speaking to a replay of Inferno from February 5th. It was specifically the moment where Alessandro was in the middle of the ring following his match against Spruce Goose, and tossed the GCWA Television Championship into a trash can, and then set it on fire
“No one else would have the audacity to do what I did and burn the TV Championship on LIVE TV.
Except Me.”
Alessandro then reveals a duffel bag full of cash, with $25,000 inside to cover the replacement cost for GCWA management to produce a new belt.
“No one else has the cajones to pull of a stunt like that, and still have a contract here in GCWA...
Except Me.”
The scene fades back into Alessandro’s undisclosed current location, where he initially began dancing to a BLACKPINK song.
“Sure, there were a few consequences for my actions. On top of the $25,000 which I generously donated as compensation for getting a new championship made, I was fined a week's worth of wages.”
Which had no financial impact and made no dent in Alessandro’s expenses, for he is a billionaire.
“I was banned from competing on the last Inferno, and was strongly advised to issue a public apology.
This is why I am here right now, to say from the bottom of my heart that I would like to apologize…
I’m sorry.
For real I am sorry. So sorry…
That you are all a bunch of world class pissbabbys.”
Plot twist.
“There’s your public apology. Now I expect anyone attending Inferno this Friday, to reciprocate and make amends, by apologizing to me for making me waste my time. Get busy, or get bent. For time is money.”
Alessandro really had the nerve to suggest that people should be apologizing to him. However he felt it was justified.
“Other than the limited crowd in attendance, GCWA management and the viewers watching at home… did you know that ‘The Sins of the Fathers’ and ‘Outcast’ were the only three people to notice that I lit up the TV title! That’s pathetic!”
Alessandro kissed his teeth in disgust.
“About as pathetic as me being seen on Inferno, watching the announcement of the Number One Contenders match backstage, with yuck… Crash Rodriguez, among others. I’d rather jump off a cliff than ever be seen in the same room again with a scrub like that. Which is why I am here…”
Alessandro’s location was then finally revealed, as the camera zoomed out to reveal that Alessandro was at a farm. Not just any farm, but a cow farm, and as he stood out on the grass, he pointed out to one particular cow.
“For legal reasons, let’s call this Cow Dani-Elle… let’s also just say hypothetically that Dani-Elle may… or may not… be related to a particular friend of Crash Rodriguez.”
He couldn’t say it out loud, but he was referring to Daniel the Cow, Crash Rodriguez cow friend and pet. This was a different cow, looked just like Daniel, but not Daniel… it’s Dani-Elle. Totally different.
“Cows are good for four things...
1. Producing Milk for mass human consumption.
2. Shitting out cow dung… which is used as a brick replacement to make homes in third world countries.
3. Chewing grass.
4. Being eaten
[/ul]Cowhide is also good for leather production, but I have an endorsement with PETA… So I can not advocate for that sort of practice.”
“Screw anyone that skins a cow. Precious animals. Point is, what they’re not meant to be used for, is a parody act for a wrestler that has only won four times in his whole GCWA career. Which is why Dani-Elle’s fate has come to this.”
He clicks his finger, and then a farmer takes Dani-Elle the Cow, towards a large abattoir near the point of where Alessandro was standing, or in layman’s terms, the slaughterhouse.
“Have fun in MOO HEAVEN!”
Alessandro waves goodbye to the cow, who has no clue what is about to happen, as it’s taken inside the slaughterhouse. Alessandro smiles, and after a few moments later there is a high pitched, loud call of MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO from Dani-Elle, before silence.
Deathly silence.
“Make sure PETA doesn’t see what I just instigated. They’ll probably pull my endorsement.”
The cameraperson then said something inaudibly to Alessandro.
“What do you mean it’s ON CAMERA!”
Dani-Elle the COW! RIP!
Where Alessandro is right now, is not important. Focus on his words.
“Incase you’ve been living under a rock, it’s been well known that I… Alessandro Quagliaterre, have more money than I know what to do with.”
“It’s one of the perks of being a billionaire, with multiple endorsements, sponsorships, successful business investments, a hedge fund manager, a fashion model, events producer, among others.”
“Basically whatever I do, is not just good business, it’s great business. Wrestling probably provides me the least amount of income compared to everything else. But as I stated on the first night I was here, I do this out of love, not for the money.”
“When I won moneymaker of the month, and newcomer of the month in January it was nice to be recognized. But I didn’t need an award to tell me I’m money. I ALREADY KNEW THAT!”
He shouted out loud, to underline his point.
“Which is why when you’re in a position that I am, financially and business-wise, I must give back. What’s having all the wealth in the world worth, if you can not share it? It’s one of the reasons I ran a very small yet successful exercise competition in January, and then on Tuesday February 16th, I did the PANCAKE DAY MEGABOWL!”
“That was a huge hit, with over 72 wrestlers involved in a very fun, and exciting cooking competition. The social event of the season for sure, and I’ll be back with something next month.”
“Because I can draw the power of a company, just as a single man. For the BRAND that is Alessandro Quagliaterre has far more value, than most of you ever will. None of you could pull off what I do, without financial backing or a company to help you.”
He was big on flaunting his money, and shoving it down the audience's throat.
“Yet despite all that, I’m still willing to give back to you the people, for charity is important.”
He wasn’t a monster though.
“There is no bigger charity case in GCWA currently… than Crash Rodriguez”
“I jokingly said to management a few weeks back that the $84,000 they gave me for January, I don’t need it. I can easily make that money on my own within an hour”
“Which is why they jokingly, or seriously responded that all the wages that I earn from competing in GCWA henceforth will now go to Charity.”
“Honestly! I don’t have an issue with that.”
“I’m a very philanthropic individual, I don’t always boast about it, but I donate to whatever good causes that I can. From providing paid scholarships to an ivy league school for underprivileged youth out in the projects. To animal shelters such as the Pawesome Animal Rescue, to recovering drug and alcohol addicts. You got something worth making a difference in the world, come to me with a business plan, your cause, or your pitch and I’ll donate generously without any hesitation.”
Alessandro was ready to get another duffel bag of cash ready, like he did on the 5th February Inferno.
“So consider this Friday, my first donation to the Crash Rodriguez Support Fund.”
“I’m such a nice guy, that I’ll even let you treat my body like your own personal punching bag. Bring your barbed wire bats, thumbtacks, steel chairs, tables, ladder, trash can, kendo sticks, steel pipes, chains, light tubes, 4x4 wood planks, pick your poison. That’s what a hardcore match is right?”
“Because you need all of that to try and beat me Crash.”
“I however don’t need shit.”
“You think the ability to use a weapon on me makes you hardcore? Because it doesn’t. If anything it makes you softcore. Because while you’re trying your best to be a glorified stuntman and spot junkie, the only weapon I will need is me, myself and I.”
Alessandro believed in himself.
“Oh and I guess my forehead, have you seen how devastating my Zidane Headbutt is? Once my head of steel connects, it is lights out, you’re knocked out fam.”
Watch previous Infernos and Adrenaline Rush for proof of this.
“So draw as much blood as you want on me, I’ll take it, and I’ll survive. Hit me with your best shot, and I’ll still get back up. While you’re constantly trying to reinvent yourself, the truth of the matter is you’re just going around in the same circle of failure, remaining stagnant, and repeating mistake after mistake. You’re not doing anything fresh, you’re killing yourself softly.”
“Real recognize real Hermano… you’re a better wrestler than your record suggests. You don’t need all this other stuff from Daniel the cow and El Vagabundo.”
Spanish for Wanderer, and Crash Rodriguez’s latest moniker.
“It’s all Bullshit. Fan out all that noise, listen, and observe. You’re going to get taught a real masterclass on Inferno this week. How to win a hardcore match, like a boss, Alessandro Quagliaterre style.”
“For winners like me, only focus on winning. While losers like you Crash, only focus on winners like me.”
NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED, IN THE MAKING OF THIS VIDEO!
