KING MAVERICK
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Posts : 95
Join date : 2019-11-16
Age : 24
Location : Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland.
 |  Subject: Good Guy Gone Bad  Sat Apr 25, 2020 12:34 am | |
| April 19th, 2020.
The Crown Coliseum, Wrestleworld. (The initial scene begins backstage of The Crown Coliseum where we’re met with the entirety of The Underworld after Claudia Michael’s defence of the Ameican Dream Championship, all four look beaten and bruised after the total clusterfuck that transpired during the closing moments of the match. Claudia keeps her clutch on the American Dream Championship as she slams herself against a nearby wall and slides down it, taking a seat to breathe and relax after the war that she went through. The Professional and Wraith follow closely behind her with Wraith holding onto his sapphire briefcase he won during Feast for The Fallen and lacking behind them is The Prince himself, looking over his shoulder for some oncoming attacks from Sweet Melody and the gang. Maverick lays himself right in front of Claudia, Professional sits right beside her and Wraith is the only one standing as he leans his shoulder into the wall.)
Maverick (heavily breathing): Fuck… them… all… They’re too much. Why the fuck… were Wild Cards… doing out… there?
(The Professional reaches into his pocket, as with Maverick and the others, he is also heavily breathing but that doesn’t seem to stop him and his nicotine addiction as he places a cigarette into his mouth and stumbles around, looking for a lighter.)
Maverick: At least… we kept that.
(Maverick says as he points right towards the American Dream Championship that Claudia still keeps a clutch on.)
Wraith: And we have this… *he gestures to his briefcase* ...we have a future title shot at any title this briefcase guarantees, and hopefully, it’s for Arata’s title. I think I can master the art of shogun.
The Professional: Once again, Underworld are on top.
(The Professional finally finds himself a lighter in his back pocket, lighting up the cigarette and exhaling all the smoke coming from it. Maverick sits himself up, less heavy breathing coming from The Prince who seems to be gaining back his normal health but he glances over at The Professional, not too pleased with the words that came from his mouth.)
Maverick: On top? You cost us the match because you let Hana roll you up so easily! The only thing that stopped me was April and she held my leg down the whole tim-
The Professional: Excuses… I know we lost but that doesn’t mean we didn’t come out with nearly everything, we’ve got the American Dream Championship and a briefcase for any title in Wrestleworld, we’ve got more members added to our collection, what more could we want!
Maverick: Easy for you to see the good side of a bad situation but I promised an Underworld fucking clean sweep! We were getting that then you fucked it all up! You became vulnerable! Do you think we need that here?!
Wraith: Boys…
(Wraith steps in between the two before they could rip into one another’s throats, he crouches down to get down onto their level, looking at both men.)
Wraith: Let us not get too heated during this, it’s not worth our times, right now. Tonight we need to relax and take things controllable.
Maverick: How could I not get heated over someone like him being so vulnerable to be rolled up like that when WE had the match won?
The Professional: You do know that as a team, we’re supposed to take responsibilities for our actions.
Maverick: I’m not taking any responsibility for what you did, and that was embarrassing the entire fucking Underworld by getting pinned by a seventeen-year-old. I had everything laid out for you to take that win, I wanted you to savour in it BUT YOU FUCKED IT UP! YOU FUCKED IT! NOT ME!
(The Professional shrugs off Maverick’s comments and looks to take a seat back with Claudia but he’s grabbed by the collar of Maverick and is about to be swung at before Wraith can stop Maverick’s fist from connecting with Professional’s face. Wraith pushes the Prince back and away from any Underworld member, frustration has quickly hovered over every Underworld member except for one, and that’s the American Dream Architect, Claudia Michaels. She remains seated and looking down at the title whilst everything around her falls apart, like her life is falling apart in front of her. The scuffling between Professional, Wraith and Maverick continue before Claudia can rise to her feet, all three have suddenly stopped what they’re doing to focus their attention on the Queen.)
Claudia Michaels: This is so childish… I’m going to meet with our new friends, and if you see them, be on your best fucking behaviour.
(Claudia walks off and out of sight of the trio, Maverick pushes away Wraith’s arm and snarls at The Professional.)
Maverick: Fuck you…
(He points into the direction of The Professional.)
Maverick: So much for a first impression.
(Maverick walks away from Wraith and Professional, not daring to look over his shoulder as the scene quickly fades to black.)
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So much bullshit, so much fucking bullshit, oh April and Hana… You got lucky, you lasted until the final seconds, I don’t know how but you did it. But I guess, it is in my honour to congratulate on lasting as long as you did. I’m very much impressed, especially for Hana, I never thought she’d make it. For April, this is only another stepping stone of proving your worth against me, isn’t it? Sure, you didn’t pin me but you grabbed my foot at the last second, but a win is a win, right? That’s all that matters to you, but guess what, you didn’t get yourself a grand slam against The Underworld… We’ve still got ourselves the American Dream Championship, your friend sailed on Cloud Nine without the gold and we’ve gained another to the family. Cash seems like the blessing we needed, and he looks absolutely nothing like The Professional, at least he’s built and looks more intimidating than him. But we must lay rest to our wicked demons, and focus solely on our futures, mine couldn’t be any brighter as The Prince hunts for gold and I’ve got one hell of an obstacle in my way… a knight in shining armour… and everyone’s favourite Hollywood con artist… Nobi.
Oh, Nobi, it took so long to meet you one on one, I’ve heard so much about you. You know, when I first heard that I was going to be facing Nobi one on one, I thought that Make A Wish contacted me to fulfil a kid’s dreams and then I sadly realised what they said and I’m still thinking I am Nobi’s wish. Now, between me not knowing much about him except all the things about him being so nice and amazing, it really does make me sick. Because not everyone can be ultra nice, and not have one bad thing about him. Like, when I hear all of this…
“Nobi is a blessing!”
“You’ll never find anyone as heartwarming as Nobi”
...I think that they’re only seeing the side he’s willing to show, I mean, even the best of us has some horrible shit to hide, just look at Allesandro. A long and hardworking businessman, raining in the riches he brings in, and he’s a nymphomaniac. Do you think people bring that up, of course, they do. It’s what he’s known for, he’s a flirt and he’ll do it til you drop your panties... Didn’t work on Alyssa but he’s still working on that, but you know one thing about that man not many think the same as me for? He’s one of the nicest men I’ve ever come across on this fucking land. I could sing my praises on how much fun he is, how heartwarming he is if you let him open himself up a little. Does this still mean we’re going to hear people say…
“Wraith really is a nice man…”
“...we were wrong about Wraith, he’s a good man.”
...and other shit like that, see that’s what a reputation gets you, and yet you Nobi have such a positive reputation and attitude given towards you by the fans even though the more I look into you… it’s just… how the fuck do I describe it? Nobi, you get all this love for being such a positive mind and having such a motivated personality to continue on being the nice guy you are, but yet I see you on your back more times than I can count! Nobi, I don’t know how you do it. It amazes me that you’re able to continue having a smile on your face and yet continue to eat these losses like it’s nothing. I mean, in OWA, it’s different because you’ve got a Tag Partner than can carry you to a win when here, you have jack shit and Reno might as well be as useful as a sack of fucking potatoes trying to stop a moving train. You’ve been doing this longer than I have, Nobi, you were doing this a five years before I got into this sport professionally, even then in 2016 when I first started, I was a young boy trying his best to hide the pain when slapping your back against the mat whilst you just got into the one place that used to be known as the top company. I was something like you, I wanted to be the face of the world, I wanted to be a good guy but I fucking knew that wasn’t for me and now look where I stand. I can say this with a straight face that I’ve accomplished more in three years than you have in eight. You used to be known as a “Dream Chaser” and yet where the fuck are you now? Nowhere near the main event scene, that’s for sure. Look at me, Nobi, see the parallels here? Of course, you don’t, because accomplishments wise, I’m ten times better than you. I’m a two time World Champion, I’m a two time Tag Team Champion… Both reigns I never was pinned or submitted for. What have you done, Nobi? Eight years, surely you’ve gotten somewhere, right? Oh yes, you won a tag title and you starred in three movies… Two of them being Indonesian knock-offs that went straight to DVD in Bollywood. Such a captivating career, Nobi, I congratulate you greatly. I remember when I first got here, you said something along the lines of “You’re going to be something big, kid…” Now please, remember that line, Nobi, because it’s come back to fucking haunt you. I was already big before, and now I’ll do it again right in front of your fucking bastard face.
But like your performances, Nobi, in the ring… You’ll flop. The thing about you Nobi is that you’re so generic, and yet you don’t even realise that, but someone like me will catch you off guard very quick and it’ll make you think that there’s no way you’d get the upper hand and you’d be right, you wouldn’t even fucking dare to. Nobi, you really have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself in for when you came down during the American Dream Championship match… It was never your business, to begin with, and now… You’re going to have to suffer the consequences of getting involved with something that never included you in the first place. So, before you jet yourself back into Wrestleworld, please do get a good luck kiss from your wife, Shizuka. I promise you that you’ll need it because it might be the last time she gets to, whether it’s me putting you out of commission for good or she leaves your sad and pathetic ass.
Now... would I really say that if it weren’t true? | |
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