Post by Mav. on Apr 29, 2020 21:07:08 GMT -5
Scene One: Aftermath.
With the effects of Tuesday Night Riot’s ending set in stone, we begin with the backstage aftermath as Maverick is being dragged back to the locker rooms by three security personnel who are double his size. As he makes an attempt to scratch and claw through the men, Hanna comes running from Gorilla Position to aid her fiancé.
Hannah (demanding): Let him go! He’s fine with me!
The security personnel let Maverick go but he still tries to attack the men, Hanna grabs a hold of him and drags him away as they walk away unscathed from the vicious temper of the former Pride Champion. They begin to walk back to the locker room as Hanna holds onto the hand of Maverick, she looks up to him with a smile but his expression never changes from the anger-filled man he is.
Hannah: Jay, it’s fine. They were just doing their job, and you know that.
Maverick: Mistreating the biggest star they have, what scumbags.
Hannah: Jay! (Her tone raising.)
He walks on ahead of Hanna, with him only seeing red and being the self-centered man he once was before. Hanna’s pace in walking turns into a jog as she tries to catch up with him but he makes a sharp turn into the locker room and slamming the door shut right in front of her face. After two minutes, the door swings wide open and almost being broken right off its hinges as Maverick steps out from the room and looks down at Hanna.
Hannah: Have you calmed down yet? (She asks, slightly worried about the temper that her fiancé has now grown into him in recent weeks.) I just want to go home at this point, I feel embarrassed about what just happened.
Maverick (eagerly): I’m surprised you didn’t come in and follow me.
Hannah: I know what sort of tantrum that was and I wasn’t going through another episode of that again, not after last time. (The worry in her voice is far more noticeable, now becoming the sound of fear.)
Maverick: No, this is nothing like that… I don’t even want to bring that up again, I thought we talked about that.
Hannah: But here we are, nearly doing it again! What has gotten into you!? We’re supposed to be getting married next month and we’re on the verge of having it all ended up over your fucking tantrum that you can’t seem to get a grasp of! (Roaring at the top of her lungs with fire in her eyes.)
Maverick: Hanna, take it eas-
Hannah (angrily): Take it easy? You’re telling me to take it easy? You’re so self-centered, Jay! Do you not see what you’re doing with yourself? Do you not see how my emotions are being played? How are you gonna fix this problem when you can’t even see the wrong doing you’re causing?
Maverick: I know what I’m doing, for fuck sake, I just don’t know how to stop it.
Hannah: No you fucking don’t.
As she finishes her sentence, she turns and walks away, into the parking lot. Maverick watches her walk away into the dark of the night with a deep, long sigh coming from him.
Maverick: What am I gonna do now? (He questions to himself.)
The shot shows a wide view of Maverick staring at the parking lot door where Hanna is seen walking through and the door slamming shut with the scene cutting to black.
Scene Two: The Funeral.
The scene opens to a framed photo along a wooden floor, the picture being of Leon Washington as he holds up the XHW United States Championship after his most recent defense against Coren at God Amongst Men. A voice echoes through the location, an all to familiar voice to be exact. The devious Irish accent that hallows through the room we're focused on with the framed picture.
Maverick: When I came to XHW, I came here with a purpose, a passion, and the resurgence to become the best this continent or even this world has ever seen. I came to XHW to prove to everyone that I am the best in the world at what I do and I am the greatest man that's ever lived. There's so much I want to accomplish, there's so much opportunities and there's so much to take in... Until you realize there's one man that's here for years, and he's a legend of this company, and he's a record setter, and he's been known as one of the best in the world. Where do you go from there?
The camera shot begins to zoom out, and the wooden floor isn't what we thought of it to be, but a wooden casket and the picture resting atop of the casket itself. The whole vibe has changed to a more possible sinister feel.
Maverick: For a certain opponent, I feel like you need to know this. In the past, at the start of this year before coming to XHW, I was known as a Legend Killer. I was a man they feared, I was the sort of man that when they heard my music, they would be scared shitting themselves. I was that sort of man and I still am to this day, I've only been beaten twice and I've only been pinned once. I've never tapped out, I haven't been pinned since April and we're on our way to September soon. X-Fest means something to many men that roam around the locker rooms and in the cafeteria, it's two nights where they have a chance to shine on a big stage and perform in front of thousands upon thousands of die-hard, wrestling-thriving fans that bleed the colors of XHW.
Finally the camera shot zooms out to the point of getting somewhat of a known location, and from the altar that stands behind the casket itself it's clear to know where the setting is.
Maverick: And within those thriving fans, there is a leader, and that leader for the fans is one Leon Washington. He's been wrestling for twelve whole years or more, he's a former Undisputed Champion and X-Core Champion, he held that X-Core Championship for seven hundred days and has been nothing but a memorable face to XHW. He's a legend! Each and every show, you see Leon Washington because he's the face of this company, he's the draw, he's the guy who gets the views, he's the guy who's taking the spotlight from the talent that fucking earned it all because the fans like him. XHW is Leon's home, this is The Leon Washington Show, we're all here for the fucking fun of it, aren't we? No, that's not why I'm here. I'm here to fuck shit up, take no names, and beat the hell out of whoever is in front of me. I've come to collect, whether it be skulls or titles or even careers.
The sunshine glares through the tinted glass down onto the casket and the altar in a rainbow-colored theme.
Maverick (beginning to laugh): The thing is, Leon, you've asked for this and you knew I'd be coming for a man like you. You knew for a long time I'd be coming for a legend like what you are, and now here I am and you've been hiding from me since. At Riot, you hid behind the wall of security and you let it happen, and I thought you were a fighting man, Leon. I thought you were a fighting champion, a champion that children can look up to for inspiration, you're nothing but full of shit. Anyone that thinks they're gods gift to the world with their positive attitude and smile on their faces are the ones who are so full of themselves, that's exactly who you are, Leon, but are we going to mention it anymore? I didn't think so.
You've been XHW United States Champion for how long? Three months? Shiiiit, when I was at SuperBrawl, they talked about my match more than they ever did with yours. Did the reporters talk about how Leon did it again, pushing himself into a title scene so he can be a bigger face than he was before? I don't think they did, Leon. I think they talked about how the man that reinvented the Pride Division, the man that reinvented the Pride Championship out of irrelevancy, the man that came from nowhere to being the top star did it again and retained when the odds were against him. That's exactly what happened and you know that, but that's not going to eat you from the inside. Things like that don't affect how you play out your career, you used to be so far behind from the spotlight and now I'm here to give you a chance in that exact spotlight.
Finally, the camera turns a full one hundred and eighty degrees as we look down the aisle and see Maverick as he stands at the doors to the church, dressed in a black tuxedo. The black shirt, the black tie, and the black shoes, all hints to a funeral. Maverick slowly begins to walk down the aisle as he ever so graciously glides his hands along the pews he stands in between of.
Maverick: When you made the challenge for the United States Championship, I knew I had to take it. I didn't see myself getting a shot at the X-Core Championship, after beating Genesis so many times and then seeing some has-been come back from under a mask and take his shot at the title because he's a former champion of the belt. Seeing you making an open challenge for the belt you posses was a gift to me, a sign that the United States Championship must be next in line for me. You played me off as just some other guy who wants a shot and, being the generous and courageous man that you are, you gave me permission. You gave me permission to take that title from you, you gave me the permission to beat the living crap out of you, you let the legend killer in me come alive once more.
That's a sign of you fucked up, Leon. My first night here, I put a known face around XHW though a table and he's not been seen since. My run as Pride Champion, I was sharing the ring with former Undisputed Champions and, at the time, the current champion himself. Alex Withers? Beaten! Neon? Beaten! Hell, David Arnold has been in the business for years and is a double Hall of Famer in other promotions and I beat him for the Pride Championship twice. What does this mean for your fate? The fate of your reputation, the fate of that United States Championship, the fate of your place as the face of XHW are all in jeopardy, aren't they? You've wrestled professionally ten whole years more than me, I've been doing this professionally for two. On paper, you'd have my ass handed to me and you'll have me taught a lesson on how to behave but that's not the case because you fear me. You fear Maverick. You're doubting yourself, the fans are doubting you, everyone is doubting you because nobody's been able to put me down and bring me to a halt. Nobody's stopped me from my own path of destruction, every loss was a next step and since I've only had two, then I'm doing pretty fucking good for myself, don't you agree?
Maverick finally reaches to the altar, placing a hand on the casket and then making his way to behind the altar. The camera shot getting a clear view of the casket and Maverick as he stretches his arms along the altar, a sinister looking smile growing along his face.
Maverick: I know you must be asking the same question that everyone else is asking, what's the significance of the casket? Well, Leon, I'm glad you asked. The casket you see in front of you holds everything you've achieved in your career, it holds the love and support the fans have given you within the last ten years, it holds everything you cherish within your heart, it's where everything must go after I'm done with you. Leon, I'm not coming to X-Fest with the intent of taking the title from you, I'm coming to X-Fest with the intent of so much more. (He begins to grit his teeth a little.) It's where your career goes, it's where your passion for this sport goes, it's where your fans love goes, it's where you go! After X-Fest is all but set and done, there's definitely going to be a funeral set for you, I plan on taking everything from you.
Maverick chuckles and makes his way from around the altar, as he comes out from behind the altar we see him wielding a fire axe in his hands. He slowly makes his way to the front of the altar and the casket, he stares down at the casket and the picture atop of it.
Maverick: When it's all over, they'll speak of the match that ended a career. They'll speak about how Leon Washington tried so hard and got so far, but in the end, it didn't even matter. They'll begin to speak about me like the man that I am, they'll call me a sadistic bastard that was only out for blood and nothing else. They'll speak loudly on how I killed the legend known only as Leon Washington, shout it to the high heavens I'll say, and let them hear your tears of sadness and cries for help. I promised a Hostile Takeover, but did you expect it to go this far? Leon, the fans have screamed your name for far too long, the fans have cheered for you for far too long, the confetti have fallen for you too many times. This is your last chance to take your final breaths, say your last goodbyes, and hear the crowd scream your name with joy to their voice. Once it's all over, they'll scream your name, but not for the reasons you hoped for. They'll scream your name in shock, in horror, in worry. It'll be nothing but silence, the fans will cup their hands over their mouth as they watch me raise the title you once held over the fallen and beaten Leon Washington.
They'll find a new hero. They'll find a new face for this fucking company. They'll speak lightly about you. The fifteen minutes of fame you're willing to be given in this match may just be your last and I make that as my promise going into that match. Leon Washington...
Maverick brings his hand to the casket and swings it open where we see the still and lifeless wax figurine of Leon Washington lays inside. He brings the axe up and slams it down onto the casket three times before tossing the axe to the side.
Maverick (smiling sinisterly): There's been an old saying back where I was raised and it went like this... "Ash is our purest form."
Maverick reaches into his pocket and produces a bottle of lighter fluid, he unscrews the cap and begins to pour the fluid inside of the casket until empty. Once the bottle is empty, he pulls out a box of matches and sets a light to one, Maverick looks into the camera to deliver the final line.
Maverick: Rest In Peace, Leon Washington.
With that said, he throws the match inside and slams the casket door shut and takes a few steps back and grabbing the framed picture. He looks down at the picture and drops it to the ground, crushing the picture with his foot. The final camera shot is of Maverick from behind as the casket begins to exhale smoke from the inside, Maverick stretches his arms out and drops to his knees, the flames from inside begin to burn through the wood as the entirety of the casket comes a light as it begins to burn to ashes.
End Transmission.