The King and The Legend | X*Crown #1
Jan 14, 2020 22:54:13 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer and mosler like this
Post by Mav. on Jan 14, 2020 22:54:13 GMT -5
The King and The Legend
Chapter Two; Part One
We've opened the scene to AWF's latest Prestige show where we find the X*Crown Champion, Maverick, walking through the backstage area where he's met with a cameraman and Charles Akiyama. Maverick is all smiles with what he has done to Eric Dane, seemingly to have broken the United States Champion's arm with his new Submission finisher called the Séala an Bháis - The Irish translation for Seal of Death. Charles stops the X*Crown Champion in his place, joining in on the happy mood with Maverick as a smile grows onto his face.
Charles Akiyama: Maverick, a word with you?
Maverick: Of course, Charles! I have all the time in the world for you.
Charles Akiyama: Well, there's been so much that's happened tonight. First off we had you open the show and have an introduction to your newly customized X*Crown Championship that was made for you but then after it was all said and done and you signed the contract with AWF…
Maverick just laughs, he knows what Charles is going to talk about.
Maverick: Death Trap, eh? He couldn't come and give me a real challenge when AWF had an open gauntlet for everyone which lead to this title?
He gestures to the X*Crown Championship resting on his right shoulder.
Maverick: Instead he waited and now that I've booked myself for Supremacy and signed with AWF once again, this is where he comes knocking on my door. I've been representing Master Class Championship Wrestling and Aleister Mayfield since I came back to wrestling. I did that gauntlet for him… now I've been getting tweets that I'm a sell-out and I fucked MCCW over? They all hope Death Trap kicks my ass.
Charles Akiyama: Well, you did leave them out of an opportunity to have a representative for Supremacy.
Maverick: I didn't know my choice… until I woke up this morning.
He shakes his head, although looking disappointed with the precautions that occurred.
Maverick: The guys are on a break… and I needed more of… a challenge. Look at the AWF roster now, look at all these young and upcoming stars that are building themselves from the ground up. From the fucking ground up, Charles. Vincent Draven - the last ever AXW Undisputed Champion, the man to dethrone someone who nobody and not even myself could do. Ryan Young; one half of the XHF Tag Team Champions and has been fucking killing it lately. Hell, Rocco Rose was talent and a half before Hyperion put him on the shelf. I hope he comes back soon.
He takes a heavy deep breath.
Maverick: That is not only the future of AWF as a whole right there… but the entirety of the XHF as a whole. Hey, I’m not even that fucking old, I’ve been here for like two years so I could be apart of that group of the future. Quite literally, I’m their fucking leader and we’re going to make a change.
Charles Akiyama: Maverick… how are you willing to make changes?
He snarls at the question.
Maverick: Well, first off there’s Death Trap. The guy wants to come here acting like the big man because he’s held this once in his life…
Once again, he gestures to the X*Crown Championship.
Maverick: ...and because he’s got a briefcase in which he could have made history in becoming a two-time MCCW World Heavyweight Champion when they come back from their break or even beforehand but he waited and he waited and he saw an opportunity knocking. I have to say, he’s a smart man, I’d do that myself if I was in his shoes.
Charles Akiyama: I believe you’ve faced off against Mr Death Trap in the past, is that correct?
Maverick: I have, Charles, and he did beat me. I didn’t forget that loss when I heard the music - that’s exactly what I thought of. The man smelt blood in the water and like a shark, he was ready to bite but the matter of the fact is that he’s not smelling my blood but his own. Does he want to show that he’s still got it? Then he can come to bring his one hundred and ten per cent at Supremacy because I’ll bring one hundred and twenty-five per cent.
Charles Akiyama: Well before we go, Mr Maverick, do you have words on your five representatives who are competing tomorrow night?
A slight smirk appears on the champion’s face as he adjusts the title on his shoulder.
Maverick: I can only wish them the best of luck for tomorrow night, that’s all I can say. For now, I have a ten and a half-hour drive to make and I don’t think I’ll waste another minute. Thank you for the interview, Charles, I shall see you around.
Maverick walks off and heads for the locker room to change as the scene fades out.
“God fucking dammit.”
We’ve reopened the scene to within the vaults of the X*Crown underneath the XHF Arena, the room dimly lit and the twenty championships that make up the X*Crown Championship are barely visible behind Maverick as he sits at his desk and his customized X*Crown Championship belt placed on a stand to the right of him on the desk. We’re one day removed from Battle of Hegemony and after it’s climactic ending with all three members standing in unison against the X*Crown Champion. Maverick didn’t take the act too kindly, more so he seems annoyed and pissed off.
“When they said that once you win the X*Crown, you’ll have a big painted target on your back, they sure as hell weren’t wrong. I walked into the ring to show our good new friends at SWAT that if you’ve got the mouth the bark then you better have the mouth to bite when the hell hound comes into town. But then we had big bad Mike fucking Lio come in and sandwich me between the two.”
He lets out a sigh, not a sigh of relief but a sigh of disgust.
“And then you stepped out in your fancy fucking suit, Death Trap. You wanted a piece of the action.”
He leans back in his chair, his hands planted into his face as he drags them upwards and brings his fingers through his hair.
“Now I’ve got my first defense of the belt and of course it’s a Global Event special where they push out the most ridiculous and stupid matches that Mongo The Destroyer busts a fucking nut over because Fans love hardcore, and Hardcore makes money! As if he doesn’t care for the wrestler’s health, that really makes him a terrible owner when they don’t care for the wrestler’s health. And when your top champion is the literal future of your company... You'd do anything to make sure they don't get hurt, right?"
He brings his right hand to his chin and begins to stroke it.
"Now... onto the most important matters at hand. The three stooges named Zoran, Mike and David. First on the chopping block is someone I got to know a lot closer at a Destiny show; Mike Lio.”
A slight chuckle comes from the champion.
“Mikey, when I stepped out onto the show and went face to face with you… I could tell from your eyes, deep within those eyes of yours, there was fear. Now what I normally wouldn’t see is the fear in the lion’s eyes, the lion does not fear anything but you do, Mikey. Oh, you do.”
He shakes his head in disagreement.
“Mike thought he had the balls to fight and decides to grow a pair and hit me with his finisher… until I got right back up and dropped you down to the mat and then what happened? You ate a loss to the worst person on your roster, Mikey! You’ve been doing this for years and you’ve won title after title and yet you got lucky against two women? Maybe we might have to put you to J-ROK if you needed more easy wins to go under your belt.”
Once again, another chuckle comes from the champion.
“If we’re to be honest, Mike, and I am a very honest man… You just don’t cut it and I told you this two weeks ago, you don’t cut it and you really need to have a serious think as to whether this is really for you anymore. You’ve won the Destiny Wrestling World Championship, Lio, and then after you lost it to Subject - the fire was never there and just like your career lately, it’s been burned to ashes. I think it’s time you got a wake-up call, Mikey because you know yourself that you aren’t walking out of Supremacy with this fucking title and once again, Mike Lio will become the biggest disappointment in Destiny Wrestling.”
He does not give off a chuckle but more of a laugh as he stands up from his seat and makes his way over past the camera, it pans over to find an entire bar set up for himself, made from the finest of woods and painted with a dark shade of varnish and some small golden painted accents to design it. He goes behind the bar and grabs himself a pint glass, pouring out Orchards Thieves and filling the glass to the brim.
“Drinks on me, Zoran. A toast to someone from SWAT with actual potential within them.”
He raises the glass up high and then takes a rather large gulp from the pint. He lowers his pint glass and puts it down onto the bar, letting out a soothing “aahhh” as he swallows the rest of the alcoholic beverage that filled his mouth.
“Zoran Sainovic, you had one hell of an impressive match with Blake Luthor - it was a delight to watch, believe me when I say that. I also have to say, it’s a pleasure to move on from literal dog shit that many step on to someone that’s no stranger to being a top man. A priority figure, if you will. Zoran, you were a former SWAT Ultimate Champion and hell, you are the current Commissioner of SWAT right now! You’ve sent yourself because you feel like anyone SWAT has sent out… lacked in any wrestling abilities and gave SWAT the impression that you only send out the worst.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“So I do find it quite interesting when there’s nobody else to send out of the larger than life roster that SWAT has at the helm… They send a forty-year-old and possibly retired wrestler to come back and try to force their way into the stardom and the bright lights that only the XHF could put them into. It’s just really a shame that literally two days ago, I snapped a man’s arm around your age, Zoran, and all he did was talk a load of bollocks about beating me and trying to become a higher power.”
A slight smirk appears.
“Just like you, Zoran…”
He shakes his head once again.
“Although you weren’t as ignorant as him, you do need to prove yourself as the higher power of not only SWAT but the XHF and my X*Crown is what separates your fiction from reality. The problem, Zoran, is that everyone is happy with me as the champion of the XHF. They are happy that I am the crown fucking jewel, so why would you want to ruin that? Why would you ruin such a perfectly good thing, Zoran? If you’re thick in that brain of yours as that German accent of yours, then I can see why SWAT send shit out every time.”
He snarls as he takes another gulp from his pint.
“You can’t blame yourself for the wrongdoings if you send yourself and protest that we always send out enhancement talent for these shows… Is that what went through your thick skull when deciding on which fuck up do we bring to the X*Crown Match? SWAT will be nothing more than enhancement talents until you start sending the actual talent on your roster. Radu Matei? Timeless? Suzi Spitz? All those fucking names that you protect too much and yet we got the wannabe Nazi. Don’t be such a fucking hypocrite, Zoran!”
He takes his pint and walks back to his desk, taking a seat and facing the camera.
“If I were you, Zoran, I’d have second thoughts about the things you say because right now… You might as well be talking through your arse with the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth.”
Once again, he shakes his head in disapproval. He glances over at his X*Crown Championship, picking it up from his stand and holding it with both hands as he looks down at its silver front plate with the XHF logo printed right in the middle.
“And now we move on to the final man, someone I never prepared for until he showed up at Prestige but someone I should have expected a long time ago… The Main Attraction himself, Death Trap. You were quite a surprise, weren’t you? You knew what you were doing the minute I won this belt and you kept me waiting, you waited until I was at my peak… and then you crashed the party, it’s a shame because it was really going good.”
He lets out a long sigh. He then places his X*Crown Championship over his right shoulder and keeps his pint glass in his left hand.
“Now Death Trap… It is, for sure, no secret that you are quite the XHF Legend with reigns as XHF X*Crown and World Champion, even holding the ECF World Championship and that is currently right behind me, Death Trap. It’s been in the X*Crown since 2003, hell, you held that exact belt when you had the X*Crown but what was it that took it all away from you?”
Once again, that same smirk appears and the dastardly mind of Maverick begins to turn.
“Oh yes, that neck injury that made you vacate the X*Crown which inevitably was given to Rat Bastard, the man that put the ECF World Championship into the X*Crown. But the past is well and truly… the past and we like to focus on the future, and here’s where the main problem lies, Death Trap. Although you’re still… young-ish… I can’t allow you to become the X*Crown Champion again, I’m trying to build the future of the XHF but how could I attempt it if we have guys like you trying their fucking hardest to take this from me?”
He gestures to the X*Crown Championship that rests along his shoulder.
“You could have gone for the MCCW World Championship, you could have made history and redeemed yourself from that short and unremarkable reign you had as champion but you went for me and that… is where you fucked up, Death Trap. Now that you’ve cashed in the briefcase and now that you’ve put yourself into the X*Crown Match at Supremacy… You’ve put yourself in harm’s way. It’s not just Zoran and Lio you need to worry about, they might seem very hungry for the glory and fame but it’s me you should watch out for. Like I said earlier, I did break a man’s arm because I felt like it.”
He shrugs his shoulders and takes another large gulp from his pint.
“So if you put yourself into that situation where something could go wrong, I will cause it to go wrong. Hell, who knows if I could relight that neck injury of yours… It’s a possibility, Death Trap, but if we’re being very serious here… none of us is walking out of that match in one piece. But I’m going make you regret ever cashing that End of Days Briefcase in on me, and I’m going to send you back to MCCW with nothing in your hands. Just like what I did at End of Days. It’s a role reversal, Death Trap, you walk out empty-handed and I walk out with the keys to the kingdom…
...my fucking kingdom.”
He takes one final gulp of his alcoholic beverage and slams the glass down onto the desk, he then places his X*Crown Championship back onto the stand where it was before. Maverick then makes his way to the doors of the vault, opening it up as the light shines into the room and right onto the X*Crown Championship. He looks back at the championship and smiles before closing the door as the scene fades into the darkness of the Vaults.
Surprisingly... we open the scene back once more to just outside The XHF Arena where we’re met with Maverick after walking out from the building, it’s not been twenty minutes since he left the Vaults. He takes out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and a lighter from his other pocket. He places the cigarette in his mouth and sets it alight, taking a drag from it before exhaling the smoke. He takes a deep breath and looks around the evening sky, that’s when he looks right in front of him - The Diamond Lounge II brightened with the many lights outside of the building. He makes his way over to its doors and walks in, seemingly a calm atmosphere on a Monday night. He heads over to the front desk and asks for directions to the restaurant section of the building, the man points him in the direction and Maverick makes his way over. Once he’s about to walk in, he’s stopped by another man, who runs in front of him to stop Maverick dead in his tracks.
Security: Sir, I don’t think it is safe to be here.
Maverick: Somebody knows who I am… Why, what’s wrong? Can’t a man not have something to eat?
Security: Of course not, sir, but I’m not sure you’re welcomed here after recent events with you and ...
Maverick sighs and shakes his head in disappointment.
Maverick: Well if they are here, tell them they can find me having something to eat. But right now, I am ready to meet someone in there and I’d advise you to back down before I report you and tell your employers that you’re stopping customers.
The young security guard lowers his head.
Maverick: More customers mean more money and you know Jack doesn’t give two fucks about how much money he has but he’ll have a slight scare knowing his security are stopping money from slipping into his pocket. Would you think he’ll like that?
Security: Not at all, sir.
Maverick: Good. Now bugger off, go do something useful with yourself.
The security guard walks back to his perch, Maverick watches him walk away before he turns and heads inside. The restaurant portion of The Diamond Lounge looks like a carbon copy of Hell’s Kitchen, as if it’s a replica to be exact. He finds himself a table and takes a seat at it, glancing around the room as if looking for something or someone. Then he hears the chair in front of him move as a young woman, looking around the same age as Maverick, takes a seat. He watches the mysterious woman with a wide mouth smile as a slight bit of laughter comes from him.
Maverick: At least tell me you're here, for fuck sake.
Woman: I’ve been waiting for half an hour in here for you to arrive, what kept you?
Maverick: I went a bit over time across the road, shit happens. I’ve got to say, you’re looking quite beautiful.
Woman: Such a charmer, aren’t you?
He doesn’t answer the question but he just smirks at the woman.
Woman: What if someone sees us here and goes telling everyone, getting to Hannah…
Maverick: Oh, don’t worry about her… She’s none of my concern right now.
With that said, a waiter comes over to take their order and the scene finally fades to black for the last time.
Charles Akiyama: Maverick, a word with you?
Maverick: Of course, Charles! I have all the time in the world for you.
Charles Akiyama: Well, there's been so much that's happened tonight. First off we had you open the show and have an introduction to your newly customized X*Crown Championship that was made for you but then after it was all said and done and you signed the contract with AWF…
Maverick just laughs, he knows what Charles is going to talk about.
Maverick: Death Trap, eh? He couldn't come and give me a real challenge when AWF had an open gauntlet for everyone which lead to this title?
He gestures to the X*Crown Championship resting on his right shoulder.
Maverick: Instead he waited and now that I've booked myself for Supremacy and signed with AWF once again, this is where he comes knocking on my door. I've been representing Master Class Championship Wrestling and Aleister Mayfield since I came back to wrestling. I did that gauntlet for him… now I've been getting tweets that I'm a sell-out and I fucked MCCW over? They all hope Death Trap kicks my ass.
Charles Akiyama: Well, you did leave them out of an opportunity to have a representative for Supremacy.
Maverick: I didn't know my choice… until I woke up this morning.
He shakes his head, although looking disappointed with the precautions that occurred.
Maverick: The guys are on a break… and I needed more of… a challenge. Look at the AWF roster now, look at all these young and upcoming stars that are building themselves from the ground up. From the fucking ground up, Charles. Vincent Draven - the last ever AXW Undisputed Champion, the man to dethrone someone who nobody and not even myself could do. Ryan Young; one half of the XHF Tag Team Champions and has been fucking killing it lately. Hell, Rocco Rose was talent and a half before Hyperion put him on the shelf. I hope he comes back soon.
He takes a heavy deep breath.
Maverick: That is not only the future of AWF as a whole right there… but the entirety of the XHF as a whole. Hey, I’m not even that fucking old, I’ve been here for like two years so I could be apart of that group of the future. Quite literally, I’m their fucking leader and we’re going to make a change.
Charles Akiyama: Maverick… how are you willing to make changes?
He snarls at the question.
Maverick: Well, first off there’s Death Trap. The guy wants to come here acting like the big man because he’s held this once in his life…
Once again, he gestures to the X*Crown Championship.
Maverick: ...and because he’s got a briefcase in which he could have made history in becoming a two-time MCCW World Heavyweight Champion when they come back from their break or even beforehand but he waited and he waited and he saw an opportunity knocking. I have to say, he’s a smart man, I’d do that myself if I was in his shoes.
Charles Akiyama: I believe you’ve faced off against Mr Death Trap in the past, is that correct?
Maverick: I have, Charles, and he did beat me. I didn’t forget that loss when I heard the music - that’s exactly what I thought of. The man smelt blood in the water and like a shark, he was ready to bite but the matter of the fact is that he’s not smelling my blood but his own. Does he want to show that he’s still got it? Then he can come to bring his one hundred and ten per cent at Supremacy because I’ll bring one hundred and twenty-five per cent.
Charles Akiyama: Well before we go, Mr Maverick, do you have words on your five representatives who are competing tomorrow night?
A slight smirk appears on the champion’s face as he adjusts the title on his shoulder.
Maverick: I can only wish them the best of luck for tomorrow night, that’s all I can say. For now, I have a ten and a half-hour drive to make and I don’t think I’ll waste another minute. Thank you for the interview, Charles, I shall see you around.
Maverick walks off and heads for the locker room to change as the scene fades out.
“God fucking dammit.”
We’ve reopened the scene to within the vaults of the X*Crown underneath the XHF Arena, the room dimly lit and the twenty championships that make up the X*Crown Championship are barely visible behind Maverick as he sits at his desk and his customized X*Crown Championship belt placed on a stand to the right of him on the desk. We’re one day removed from Battle of Hegemony and after it’s climactic ending with all three members standing in unison against the X*Crown Champion. Maverick didn’t take the act too kindly, more so he seems annoyed and pissed off.
“When they said that once you win the X*Crown, you’ll have a big painted target on your back, they sure as hell weren’t wrong. I walked into the ring to show our good new friends at SWAT that if you’ve got the mouth the bark then you better have the mouth to bite when the hell hound comes into town. But then we had big bad Mike fucking Lio come in and sandwich me between the two.”
He lets out a sigh, not a sigh of relief but a sigh of disgust.
“And then you stepped out in your fancy fucking suit, Death Trap. You wanted a piece of the action.”
He leans back in his chair, his hands planted into his face as he drags them upwards and brings his fingers through his hair.
“Now I’ve got my first defense of the belt and of course it’s a Global Event special where they push out the most ridiculous and stupid matches that Mongo The Destroyer busts a fucking nut over because Fans love hardcore, and Hardcore makes money! As if he doesn’t care for the wrestler’s health, that really makes him a terrible owner when they don’t care for the wrestler’s health. And when your top champion is the literal future of your company... You'd do anything to make sure they don't get hurt, right?"
He brings his right hand to his chin and begins to stroke it.
"Now... onto the most important matters at hand. The three stooges named Zoran, Mike and David. First on the chopping block is someone I got to know a lot closer at a Destiny show; Mike Lio.”
A slight chuckle comes from the champion.
“Mikey, when I stepped out onto the show and went face to face with you… I could tell from your eyes, deep within those eyes of yours, there was fear. Now what I normally wouldn’t see is the fear in the lion’s eyes, the lion does not fear anything but you do, Mikey. Oh, you do.”
He shakes his head in disagreement.
“Mike thought he had the balls to fight and decides to grow a pair and hit me with his finisher… until I got right back up and dropped you down to the mat and then what happened? You ate a loss to the worst person on your roster, Mikey! You’ve been doing this for years and you’ve won title after title and yet you got lucky against two women? Maybe we might have to put you to J-ROK if you needed more easy wins to go under your belt.”
Once again, another chuckle comes from the champion.
“If we’re to be honest, Mike, and I am a very honest man… You just don’t cut it and I told you this two weeks ago, you don’t cut it and you really need to have a serious think as to whether this is really for you anymore. You’ve won the Destiny Wrestling World Championship, Lio, and then after you lost it to Subject - the fire was never there and just like your career lately, it’s been burned to ashes. I think it’s time you got a wake-up call, Mikey because you know yourself that you aren’t walking out of Supremacy with this fucking title and once again, Mike Lio will become the biggest disappointment in Destiny Wrestling.”
He does not give off a chuckle but more of a laugh as he stands up from his seat and makes his way over past the camera, it pans over to find an entire bar set up for himself, made from the finest of woods and painted with a dark shade of varnish and some small golden painted accents to design it. He goes behind the bar and grabs himself a pint glass, pouring out Orchards Thieves and filling the glass to the brim.
“Drinks on me, Zoran. A toast to someone from SWAT with actual potential within them.”
He raises the glass up high and then takes a rather large gulp from the pint. He lowers his pint glass and puts it down onto the bar, letting out a soothing “aahhh” as he swallows the rest of the alcoholic beverage that filled his mouth.
“Zoran Sainovic, you had one hell of an impressive match with Blake Luthor - it was a delight to watch, believe me when I say that. I also have to say, it’s a pleasure to move on from literal dog shit that many step on to someone that’s no stranger to being a top man. A priority figure, if you will. Zoran, you were a former SWAT Ultimate Champion and hell, you are the current Commissioner of SWAT right now! You’ve sent yourself because you feel like anyone SWAT has sent out… lacked in any wrestling abilities and gave SWAT the impression that you only send out the worst.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“So I do find it quite interesting when there’s nobody else to send out of the larger than life roster that SWAT has at the helm… They send a forty-year-old and possibly retired wrestler to come back and try to force their way into the stardom and the bright lights that only the XHF could put them into. It’s just really a shame that literally two days ago, I snapped a man’s arm around your age, Zoran, and all he did was talk a load of bollocks about beating me and trying to become a higher power.”
A slight smirk appears.
“Just like you, Zoran…”
He shakes his head once again.
“Although you weren’t as ignorant as him, you do need to prove yourself as the higher power of not only SWAT but the XHF and my X*Crown is what separates your fiction from reality. The problem, Zoran, is that everyone is happy with me as the champion of the XHF. They are happy that I am the crown fucking jewel, so why would you want to ruin that? Why would you ruin such a perfectly good thing, Zoran? If you’re thick in that brain of yours as that German accent of yours, then I can see why SWAT send shit out every time.”
He snarls as he takes another gulp from his pint.
“You can’t blame yourself for the wrongdoings if you send yourself and protest that we always send out enhancement talent for these shows… Is that what went through your thick skull when deciding on which fuck up do we bring to the X*Crown Match? SWAT will be nothing more than enhancement talents until you start sending the actual talent on your roster. Radu Matei? Timeless? Suzi Spitz? All those fucking names that you protect too much and yet we got the wannabe Nazi. Don’t be such a fucking hypocrite, Zoran!”
He takes his pint and walks back to his desk, taking a seat and facing the camera.
“If I were you, Zoran, I’d have second thoughts about the things you say because right now… You might as well be talking through your arse with the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth.”
Once again, he shakes his head in disapproval. He glances over at his X*Crown Championship, picking it up from his stand and holding it with both hands as he looks down at its silver front plate with the XHF logo printed right in the middle.
“And now we move on to the final man, someone I never prepared for until he showed up at Prestige but someone I should have expected a long time ago… The Main Attraction himself, Death Trap. You were quite a surprise, weren’t you? You knew what you were doing the minute I won this belt and you kept me waiting, you waited until I was at my peak… and then you crashed the party, it’s a shame because it was really going good.”
He lets out a long sigh. He then places his X*Crown Championship over his right shoulder and keeps his pint glass in his left hand.
“Now Death Trap… It is, for sure, no secret that you are quite the XHF Legend with reigns as XHF X*Crown and World Champion, even holding the ECF World Championship and that is currently right behind me, Death Trap. It’s been in the X*Crown since 2003, hell, you held that exact belt when you had the X*Crown but what was it that took it all away from you?”
Once again, that same smirk appears and the dastardly mind of Maverick begins to turn.
“Oh yes, that neck injury that made you vacate the X*Crown which inevitably was given to Rat Bastard, the man that put the ECF World Championship into the X*Crown. But the past is well and truly… the past and we like to focus on the future, and here’s where the main problem lies, Death Trap. Although you’re still… young-ish… I can’t allow you to become the X*Crown Champion again, I’m trying to build the future of the XHF but how could I attempt it if we have guys like you trying their fucking hardest to take this from me?”
He gestures to the X*Crown Championship that rests along his shoulder.
“You could have gone for the MCCW World Championship, you could have made history and redeemed yourself from that short and unremarkable reign you had as champion but you went for me and that… is where you fucked up, Death Trap. Now that you’ve cashed in the briefcase and now that you’ve put yourself into the X*Crown Match at Supremacy… You’ve put yourself in harm’s way. It’s not just Zoran and Lio you need to worry about, they might seem very hungry for the glory and fame but it’s me you should watch out for. Like I said earlier, I did break a man’s arm because I felt like it.”
He shrugs his shoulders and takes another large gulp from his pint.
“So if you put yourself into that situation where something could go wrong, I will cause it to go wrong. Hell, who knows if I could relight that neck injury of yours… It’s a possibility, Death Trap, but if we’re being very serious here… none of us is walking out of that match in one piece. But I’m going make you regret ever cashing that End of Days Briefcase in on me, and I’m going to send you back to MCCW with nothing in your hands. Just like what I did at End of Days. It’s a role reversal, Death Trap, you walk out empty-handed and I walk out with the keys to the kingdom…
...my fucking kingdom.”
He takes one final gulp of his alcoholic beverage and slams the glass down onto the desk, he then places his X*Crown Championship back onto the stand where it was before. Maverick then makes his way to the doors of the vault, opening it up as the light shines into the room and right onto the X*Crown Championship. He looks back at the championship and smiles before closing the door as the scene fades into the darkness of the Vaults.
Surprisingly... we open the scene back once more to just outside The XHF Arena where we’re met with Maverick after walking out from the building, it’s not been twenty minutes since he left the Vaults. He takes out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and a lighter from his other pocket. He places the cigarette in his mouth and sets it alight, taking a drag from it before exhaling the smoke. He takes a deep breath and looks around the evening sky, that’s when he looks right in front of him - The Diamond Lounge II brightened with the many lights outside of the building. He makes his way over to its doors and walks in, seemingly a calm atmosphere on a Monday night. He heads over to the front desk and asks for directions to the restaurant section of the building, the man points him in the direction and Maverick makes his way over. Once he’s about to walk in, he’s stopped by another man, who runs in front of him to stop Maverick dead in his tracks.
Security: Sir, I don’t think it is safe to be here.
Maverick: Somebody knows who I am… Why, what’s wrong? Can’t a man not have something to eat?
Security: Of course not, sir, but I’m not sure you’re welcomed here after recent events with you and ...
Maverick sighs and shakes his head in disappointment.
Maverick: Well if they are here, tell them they can find me having something to eat. But right now, I am ready to meet someone in there and I’d advise you to back down before I report you and tell your employers that you’re stopping customers.
The young security guard lowers his head.
Maverick: More customers mean more money and you know Jack doesn’t give two fucks about how much money he has but he’ll have a slight scare knowing his security are stopping money from slipping into his pocket. Would you think he’ll like that?
Security: Not at all, sir.
Maverick: Good. Now bugger off, go do something useful with yourself.
The security guard walks back to his perch, Maverick watches him walk away before he turns and heads inside. The restaurant portion of The Diamond Lounge looks like a carbon copy of Hell’s Kitchen, as if it’s a replica to be exact. He finds himself a table and takes a seat at it, glancing around the room as if looking for something or someone. Then he hears the chair in front of him move as a young woman, looking around the same age as Maverick, takes a seat. He watches the mysterious woman with a wide mouth smile as a slight bit of laughter comes from him.
Maverick: At least tell me you're here, for fuck sake.
Woman: I’ve been waiting for half an hour in here for you to arrive, what kept you?
Maverick: I went a bit over time across the road, shit happens. I’ve got to say, you’re looking quite beautiful.
Woman: Such a charmer, aren’t you?
He doesn’t answer the question but he just smirks at the woman.
Woman: What if someone sees us here and goes telling everyone, getting to Hannah…
Maverick: Oh, don’t worry about her… She’s none of my concern right now.
With that said, a waiter comes over to take their order and the scene finally fades to black for the last time.
