Post by Mav. on Jan 26, 2020 0:34:17 GMT -5
May The Best Man Win
Chapter Two; Part Four
(Godzilla, fire spitter), monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
(Fire, Godzilla, fire), monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
“You fucking cunts.”
We are twelve hours away from Supremacy within the Memphis Pyramid as we’ve opened the scene to within a hotel room upon the top floor of The Peabody Hotel, there we find Maverick sitting at a desk within the room and a laptop opened up to a few tabs on The XHF Network. What appears on the screen is a recent Lio promo, one posted less than twenty-four hours ago and the look on Maverick’s face reads displeasure and disappointment. He sighs and buries his face into both of his hands, lifting his head as we watch him pull his iPhone X out of his pocket and lean it against an empty glass as he pushes the chair back until it fits into the shot of the phone’s camera.
“Here we go… One last time.”
He leans forward and sets a timer onto the camera, pressing the record button and waiting for the ten-second timer to run out and begin the video. He lets out a deep breath and lowers his head, three beeps are heard as we switch to the perspective of the iPhone camera. Of course, it’s vertically recorded. There’s nothing but silence from Maverick, keeping his head lowered with his hands together and his thumbs tapping one another, he finally lifts his head and that same look of displeasure is still all over his face.
“It seems we weren’t done, but after this… It’s over for me. Like it should have been for you, Mike and Zoran. We’re so close to meeting in the ring and yet here we are, still spitting out words so you could have the last laugh, that’s what you two want, right? Now I want to make this short and sweet to a certain extent… Mike Lio, the small fish in the big pond, how does it feel having a bigger spotlight on you? I mean, it’s brought out a side of you I didn’t think you had considering… my one experience with you and that first video I saw.”
He shakes his head with a slight smirk on his face.
“But it’s a great feeling knowing that myself and Death Trap brought out the best in you, but your best isn’t anything compared to mine, Mike. You’ve been slain, you’ve been murdered but you don’t stay down… I like that passion in you, you don’t give up, I see myself in you and that’s a hell of a compliment coming from me.”
Keeping that smirk on his face, he shrugs his shoulders.
“It’s nice to see you’ve become very creative on how to take me out of the equation when this match happens, like a table full of legos… or even a Steel Chair full of legos glued to it… It’s very creative, it’s very childish. Mike, I don’t think you’ve realized anything, I don’t think you’ve dug deep into my past, have you? Sure you brought up the Iconic Prince name but that’s as far into that past as you’ve gone. Because you’ve would have known that I’ve done worse than some Steel Chair shots or put through tables.”
He lifts a finger and starts shaking it.
“I now feel like a broken record player here saying all of this but have you ever fallen off of anything high in your life? Twenty or twenty-five feet high… Maybe you haven’t but I have. Do you know much much pain there is going through your body when you leap from such a height and crash landing down onto the wooden boards underneath the ring or even to the concrete floor at ringside… It’s very painful, Mike, but you’d know this as someone who’s been in far more worse matches, right? Right?”
He snarls.
“You talk and talk and talk such a big game but you can’t back it up, can you? Oh, you know how to hurt people? Great, so do I, Mike. I don’t need weapons to hurt you, I don’t need Legos or Chairs or Tables or whatever is given, I will rip your limbs apart and I will break bones. I’m very well known for doing such things, Mike, but you’d still stick to your source that only knows about me within the XHF… not outside it and that’s where everything you’ve said comes down to false information. Two deathmatches? I don’t think so. I’ve been in a plethora of matches, I’ve been in deathmatches, I’ve been in matches you might not ever have been in!”
A slight chuckle comes from him.
“Let’s see… An Xscape Match, Elimination Chamber, Vortex Match, Xtreme Elevation Match, Bloodbath Battle Royal, multiple types of Deathmatches… I’ve been in a lot, Mike, so to say I am very inexperienced in matches like this might come off now as a lie. Might want to fire your source, he fed you the wrong information. I’ve suffered from concussion issues early in my career, to the point where I needed time off and once I did, I came back stronger than ever and I won the X*Crown Championship. Now if you want the proof of this, Mike, then let me show you this.”
He stands up and turns his back onto the camera before he pulls his shirt up, although it’s barely visible at first, a light source shines down onto the back of Maverick and we see the visible white scars on his back with one large scar going down his spine. He then stands up and rolls up the leg of his pants, revealing more fading scars going up against his leg, he rolls the pants back down and the light source is shut off as he takes a seat back in the same chair he sat in.
“Visible scars from throughout the years, of course, do I need to show you all of that? Not really, it’s not something I need to tell people over and over again like you need to tell me about all my losses over and over again. It’s like you never took my advice, it’s like you realize that it’s a strategy everyone tries and it’s gotten so old but that doesn’t matter to you… You don’t mind recycling other’s content and believe me, you ain’t the only one to do that. Do you want to tell me I’m the least threatening person in this match now? Do you want to tell me how I don’t have the pain threshold to suffer in a match like the one we’re heading into? What matches have you been in? The big Thunderdome matches that you’ve won twice? I’m sure they do count… In your imagination, they do.”
Another chuckle comes from Maverick. He looks to the laptop and closes the current tab as the next one opens up as it shows the most recent promo from Mike Lio, one posted less than an hour ago.
“You’re the boy who cried wolf… That’s all you are, Mike. You’ve been told I was in two deathmatches by someone and now you want to chat shit about it, you want to cry that you didn’t get much attention when you’ve not proven a single fucking thing other than run your mouth and yap about something nobody cares about due to it being used so much against me. You won the Destiny Wrestling Heavyweight Championship a few times? Good for you, now go tell someone who asked and cares to listen.”
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
“Now I don’t mean to sound like a broken record…”
He says in a mocking tone.
“...That’s all you’ve been, Mike. You spent two videos telling me how I haven’t had luck on Global Shows, you went two promos telling me how I lost to Bobby, you’ve gone two promos telling me this isn’t going to be a normal match and it’ll be a ‘deathmatch’ but you know what they all have in common? Spent two promos talking about each subject, back to back promos, might I add. Now, do you see why I said you sound like a broken record?”
A smirk appears on his face.
“I can clearly tell you’ve run out of ideas, run out of insults, run out of things to talk about me and try to fight me with. I can tell that you don’t know me but I know everything about you. I know that you’ve dug deep into my past but you’ve skimmed all the good bits, the juicy bits and come out with everything that people have already picked at. If there’s one thing you might have noticed, there’s only been one of me. Not various versions… Unlike you. You debuted in Destiny Wrestling as El Milagro and wore a mask, and then you unmasked to reveal it to be Mike Lio but there’s one more of you. There was Lay-oh, still showed as Lio, and that version was… what I could describe as a terrible knock off of Zoolander. Oh, and you were gay too… Wow, you were insulting the entire LGBT community before everyone decided how fun it is to attack Seth for his sexuality.”
Once more, a soft chuckle comes from under his breath.
“I would say this might be a theory but you confirmed that yourself… You dumb piece of shit.”
The chuckle turns into a laugh. He then looks back to the laptop and closes the current tab as the next tab loads in, it shows the promo of Zoran Sainovic.
“Now… we’ve come to someone I’ve waited so long for and he kept me waiting for weeks! Zoran fucking Sainovic… You lovely bastard, you kept me waiting this long, you fucking prick. Oh and what’s this, bed-bound are we, Zoran? Injuries, are there? That’s not a good idea when you have three younger and hungry people to face in a match that’s apparently a deathmatch… Ask Mike Lio about that. Zoran, I’m going to be honest with you, I spent the last forty minutes watching this promo of yours and I could have fallen asleep during it and still not come to the point being made…”
He presses down on the space bar on the laptop as we hear Zoran’s voice.
“Shoots five interviews, but rather than release them individually, has the production team edit them into an hour long documentary special.”
He presses the space bar down again, he looks into the lens of the camera and shakes his head.
“So what was that about shooting five interviews and putting them down into one-hour-long special? If memory corrects me, this would count as my fourth and not my fifth. My first being over thirty minutes long and the rest etching about twenty minutes or above. But you want to play at that game? You want to contradict me? Okay.”
He smirks to the camera.
“I’m going to be honest, everything I’ve said about you hasn’t changed and I don’t think it ever will. You’ve spent too long trying to bore me into madness and after like the first part, I just gave up watching. Like what have you said about me? Oh, you called me a sad champion. Referred to me as a terrible champion. Blamed me for your injury… What the fuck does that mean? I’ve not done a single thing to you, not yet at least. Oh, I haven’t been promoting the show as much as I should as champion but what the fuck have you done? The exact same thing, but I pushed and I’m aiming for the finish line. You fell at the first hurdle, and you ain’t getting up anytime soon.”
Once again, he shakes his head.
“We have twelve hours left and I’m ready to hunt down and feast on each and every single one of you three. I am not letting anyone break away me or my X*Crown Championship, this is my kingdom, this is everything I’ve worked for within the last two fucking years! If it’s a war you wanted, then it’s a war you’ve gotten. All will rise and all will fall as you bow down to my feet.”
He leans closer to the iPhone, his finger hovering over the record button.
“May the best man win… May the king reclaim the throne.”
The shot cuts to black as we hear one more voice, in an echo, through the darkness.
This concludes our danse macabre
Portions of the proceeding were recorded
As for the rest of it
I'm very much afraid it was all in your mind
I don't intend to indulge in any post-mortem
If you haven't been murdered, I can only say
Better luck next time
If you have been
...
Goodnight, wherever you are.
End Transmission.
This concludes our danse macabre
Portions of the proceeding were recorded
As for the rest of it
I'm very much afraid it was all in your mind
I don't intend to indulge in any post-mortem
If you haven't been murdered, I can only say
Better luck next time
If you have been
...
Goodnight, wherever you are.
End Transmission.
