Post by Mav. on Apr 29, 2020 21:53:25 GMT -5
Madison Square Garden
New York City, New York
15th December 2019
As the scene opens at the outside one of the most famous sporting venues in the entire world, Madison Square Garden, as both Maverick and Hannah stand outside and look upon the iconic venue in it’s entirety. Maverick pulls his phone out and takes a picture of the venue before slipping the phone back into his pocket.
Maverick: Who’d knew I’d end up here at such a historic place?
Hannah Kehoe: Well, it’s taken a lot of hard work to get here but we’ve arrived. This is our moment, where we step out to show everyone who the real Champion is.
Maverick: That’s for sure, but I’m still suspicious. I’ve still got that feeling the odds are still against me and I can’t back down from them. Tonight’s the night whether I show them that the odds don’t matter or I’ve to walk out feeling cheated from my title. ( He takes a deep breath ) Trust me, I don’t want to be feeling cheated.
Hannah Kehoe: Like I said to you before, Jay, focus on Kovacs and win the match. Don’t put focus on Howell, he’s only there to fuck with you.
Maverick: I’m worried about how far he’ll go with the mind games, he knows me well but I know him better.
Then a vibration on his leg catches his attention, he picks up his phone and sees it’s a text message from Shawn Hughes.
Hannah Kehoe: Who is it?
Maverick: Shawn. He’s not coming tonight. Too sick.
Hannah Kehoe: Well surely you won’t be bringing me out there now, will you?
Maverick: Not a fucking chance.
He places his phone back into his pocket and looks back up at the venue’s structure.
Maverick: ...besides, I don’t need others to help win my fights. Unlike others.
Maverick then grabs a hold of Hannah’s hand before walking towards the building as the scene fades out.
Three Hours Later
Backstage, Battle of New York PPV
We fade back into the scene where both Hannah and Maverick are in the locker room. Hannah takes a seat by the door whilst Maverick on the floor doing some push-ups as he prepares for his Undisputed Championship Match against Eddie Kovacs. His mind is scrambled all over the place, thinking of too many outcomes this night could go as he takes a breather and his eyes quickly scanning around the room. All of a sudden, there’s a knock at the door. Hannah stands up and is met with Mark Matthews who stands on the opposite side of the door, as if a constant occurrence to have an interview before a big time fight like this.
Hannah Kehoe: Honey, it’s Mark.
Hannah let's Mark in as he steps in to find Maverick kneeling on the floor with his eyes closed as if he’s meditating. Both Mark and Hannah look on in confusion at Maverick’s weird new technique. Then he opens his eyes and gets back to his feet and shakes Mark’s hand.
Maverick: Long time no see, Mark, how are things with you?
Mark Matthews: Well… I guess good! Get to be in The Garden and that’s always a fun experience to live through.
Maverick: It sure is, Mark. ( He pats him on the back ) I’mma be guessing you’re here for an interview with the Champ?
Mark Matthews: Actually no. By orders of Eddie Wallace, I cannot interview you tonight, nobody can.
Maverick: ( Maverick looks at Mark confused ) Are you serious?
Mark Matthews: I wish I was, Maverick. But I just wanted to come here and tell you this myself.
Maverick: This is bullshit, I can't even be interviewed by anyone before this match. This is fucking bullshit! Where is he?
Mark Matthews: ...who?
Maverick: Wallace, where the fuck is he?
Mark Matthews: I have no idea. We all got a text message about it this morning.
Maverick's blood begins to boil again, that fiery look in his eyes are set alight. Hannah grabs Mark's attention and motions for him to leave. He does in quick fashion after looking back and seeing dead into the soul of Maverick. Hannah shuts the door closed and holds Maverick in place.
Hannah Kehoe: You're not going after him, it's not worth it, Jay.
Maverick: Do you realize how much bullshit this is? I can't even continue a normal night without him doing something to change it all up. If I find Eddie tonight, I'm going to knock some sense into that fucker.
Hannah Kehoe: You won't, he has the power to suspend and strip you of the title.
Maverick: He wouldn't strip me of that belt. If he were to, he would have done it already.
Hannah Kehoe: That's because he's out to embarrass you, Jay! This has been his entire game plan to take the title off of you. But you've said it yourself. You need to show them you're not going to fall for their bullshit. Am I right in saying that?
Maverick finally stops resisting and lets out a deep sigh.
Maverick: Yes.
Hannah lets go of Maverick, this time grabbing his hand and then giving it a soft kiss.
Hannah Kehoe: Then prove it to them.
Maverick: I will.
Hannah Kehoe: I'm gonna go grab my phone out of the car, don't leave this room, Jay.
Maverick nods and Hannah leaves the room. Maverick then takes a seat on a chair and takes a deep breath. Trying to gather up his thoughts as they keep on scattering around in his head.
Maverick: If I've got to render you dead to even come close to winning, then don't test me, I will hurt you. Eddie, when you were ready to break Malik's arm, I gave you the warning that if you even tried to come close to me or my championship... I would ruin your fucking life, simple as that. Little did you know that I had a feeling a person from your past would reintroduce themselves again. ( He begins to smirk ) Eddie, I told you that night that I would make sure you'd never come near this championship again because you never deserved it. I told you that you would NEVER get another chance at it but here we are. You had to kiss some ass to get a chance at me again, and then kissed some more to have some fucking prick come in and be the referee. This is why YOU'RE the pathetic excuse of a champion there ever has been in XHW.
Every single day since Riot, I've always asked myself if I had it in me to keep my most prized possession or not. I've always asked myself if Howell will play fair or keep word to his promise that I will not be walking out of New York the champion. These are things that keep me up at night. A champion like me... I want to play fair, abide by the rules given but when against cunts like you, even I tempt fate and think if I should return the favor and knock both of you out. You guys have no idea the outcomes this night can produce. Whatever happens after the bell is rung and the match has begun... There will be an all out fucking war!
Howell...
Maverick lets out a deep sigh, thinking back to the last few weeks.
Maverick: You were one of the first to ever put trust into me, giving me chances after chances to team with you and to even be apart in King of Trios but it was during that you began to break within yourself. Now I can't blame you for walking out after everything that happened. I can understand that but when it became clear that Hughes was getting more closer with me than you had hoped, and you became jealous of it all. And within the Chamber, I had pinned you because I had to do it. I had no choice. I needed that win more than anything and you were there in the line of fire.
This caused me to win the one thing you tried your best to claim for so long, this was the one thing you fought for, this was the one thing you pushed for... And now it's mine, now I'm a target of yours. Howell, you've changed and so have I but you've gone down a dark path, my friend, one I don't think I can recover you from. This has lead you to be the official of this match and you know it. I'm not focused more on Kovacs, it's you I'm laser focused on. You promised I wouldn't walk out of here the Champion and knowing you, it'll take anything from Kovacs for you to turn the other way. Brendan, you are a jealous and malevolent jackass who needs to be put in his place.
So you cross the line with me and I'll drop you onto your back quicker than you could even lay a finger on me.
He clicks his tongue and shakes his head in disappointment.
Maverick: Now don't worry, Kovacs, I surely have not forgotten about you, little shit. This is your one and only opportunity to take back what was once yours but you need to realize how badly this match means to me. This gives me the chance to prove to many why I am the best there ever fucking is and why every time I've ran my mouth saying I'm the fucking KING of this sport... I wasn't wrong. I get to prove that to you, I get to prove that to the gobshite Howell and I get to prove that to the motherfucking asshole Wallace. How are you going to live knowing you were beaten out of the title picture, not once but twice, by me? Surely it'll hurt you on the inside. Surely it'll bring you to your knees and think that everything about you is one big fucking lie.
I'm going to walk into the garden as the biggest threat you've ever experienced and I will take a man's life if it comes down to it. This is not your war to win, Kovacs, this is mine to win and I'll come prepared with the body bags for both you and Howell. Because there'll be no better feeling than rendering you dead and to raise the XHW Undisputed Championship over my fucking head in victory. Now get on your fucking knees and bow the fuck down.
...To the King that'll slay you.
End Transmission.
New York City, New York
15th December 2019
As the scene opens at the outside one of the most famous sporting venues in the entire world, Madison Square Garden, as both Maverick and Hannah stand outside and look upon the iconic venue in it’s entirety. Maverick pulls his phone out and takes a picture of the venue before slipping the phone back into his pocket.
Maverick: Who’d knew I’d end up here at such a historic place?
Hannah Kehoe: Well, it’s taken a lot of hard work to get here but we’ve arrived. This is our moment, where we step out to show everyone who the real Champion is.
Maverick: That’s for sure, but I’m still suspicious. I’ve still got that feeling the odds are still against me and I can’t back down from them. Tonight’s the night whether I show them that the odds don’t matter or I’ve to walk out feeling cheated from my title. ( He takes a deep breath ) Trust me, I don’t want to be feeling cheated.
Hannah Kehoe: Like I said to you before, Jay, focus on Kovacs and win the match. Don’t put focus on Howell, he’s only there to fuck with you.
Maverick: I’m worried about how far he’ll go with the mind games, he knows me well but I know him better.
Then a vibration on his leg catches his attention, he picks up his phone and sees it’s a text message from Shawn Hughes.
“Hey mate! Sorry I can’t be there tonight. Still not feeling right after what happened the other night. I know you got this, just have some belief in yourself and make sure the put Kovacs in the fucking grave if you have to.
~ Hughes.”
“Not a problem man, I wasn’t going to ask for anyone to help me anyway. This is my fight and I need to prove a thing or two to these fucking bastards. I’ll drive up to you tomorrow, depending on how badly I get beaten. Get well soon, mate.”
Maverick: Shawn. He’s not coming tonight. Too sick.
Hannah Kehoe: Well surely you won’t be bringing me out there now, will you?
Maverick: Not a fucking chance.
He places his phone back into his pocket and looks back up at the venue’s structure.
Maverick: ...besides, I don’t need others to help win my fights. Unlike others.
Maverick then grabs a hold of Hannah’s hand before walking towards the building as the scene fades out.
Three Hours Later
Backstage, Battle of New York PPV
We fade back into the scene where both Hannah and Maverick are in the locker room. Hannah takes a seat by the door whilst Maverick on the floor doing some push-ups as he prepares for his Undisputed Championship Match against Eddie Kovacs. His mind is scrambled all over the place, thinking of too many outcomes this night could go as he takes a breather and his eyes quickly scanning around the room. All of a sudden, there’s a knock at the door. Hannah stands up and is met with Mark Matthews who stands on the opposite side of the door, as if a constant occurrence to have an interview before a big time fight like this.
Hannah Kehoe: Honey, it’s Mark.
Hannah let's Mark in as he steps in to find Maverick kneeling on the floor with his eyes closed as if he’s meditating. Both Mark and Hannah look on in confusion at Maverick’s weird new technique. Then he opens his eyes and gets back to his feet and shakes Mark’s hand.
Maverick: Long time no see, Mark, how are things with you?
Mark Matthews: Well… I guess good! Get to be in The Garden and that’s always a fun experience to live through.
Maverick: It sure is, Mark. ( He pats him on the back ) I’mma be guessing you’re here for an interview with the Champ?
Mark Matthews: Actually no. By orders of Eddie Wallace, I cannot interview you tonight, nobody can.
Maverick: ( Maverick looks at Mark confused ) Are you serious?
Mark Matthews: I wish I was, Maverick. But I just wanted to come here and tell you this myself.
Maverick: This is bullshit, I can't even be interviewed by anyone before this match. This is fucking bullshit! Where is he?
Mark Matthews: ...who?
Maverick: Wallace, where the fuck is he?
Mark Matthews: I have no idea. We all got a text message about it this morning.
Maverick's blood begins to boil again, that fiery look in his eyes are set alight. Hannah grabs Mark's attention and motions for him to leave. He does in quick fashion after looking back and seeing dead into the soul of Maverick. Hannah shuts the door closed and holds Maverick in place.
Hannah Kehoe: You're not going after him, it's not worth it, Jay.
Maverick: Do you realize how much bullshit this is? I can't even continue a normal night without him doing something to change it all up. If I find Eddie tonight, I'm going to knock some sense into that fucker.
Hannah Kehoe: You won't, he has the power to suspend and strip you of the title.
Maverick: He wouldn't strip me of that belt. If he were to, he would have done it already.
Hannah Kehoe: That's because he's out to embarrass you, Jay! This has been his entire game plan to take the title off of you. But you've said it yourself. You need to show them you're not going to fall for their bullshit. Am I right in saying that?
Maverick finally stops resisting and lets out a deep sigh.
Maverick: Yes.
Hannah lets go of Maverick, this time grabbing his hand and then giving it a soft kiss.
Hannah Kehoe: Then prove it to them.
Maverick: I will.
Hannah Kehoe: I'm gonna go grab my phone out of the car, don't leave this room, Jay.
Maverick nods and Hannah leaves the room. Maverick then takes a seat on a chair and takes a deep breath. Trying to gather up his thoughts as they keep on scattering around in his head.
Maverick: If I've got to render you dead to even come close to winning, then don't test me, I will hurt you. Eddie, when you were ready to break Malik's arm, I gave you the warning that if you even tried to come close to me or my championship... I would ruin your fucking life, simple as that. Little did you know that I had a feeling a person from your past would reintroduce themselves again. ( He begins to smirk ) Eddie, I told you that night that I would make sure you'd never come near this championship again because you never deserved it. I told you that you would NEVER get another chance at it but here we are. You had to kiss some ass to get a chance at me again, and then kissed some more to have some fucking prick come in and be the referee. This is why YOU'RE the pathetic excuse of a champion there ever has been in XHW.
Every single day since Riot, I've always asked myself if I had it in me to keep my most prized possession or not. I've always asked myself if Howell will play fair or keep word to his promise that I will not be walking out of New York the champion. These are things that keep me up at night. A champion like me... I want to play fair, abide by the rules given but when against cunts like you, even I tempt fate and think if I should return the favor and knock both of you out. You guys have no idea the outcomes this night can produce. Whatever happens after the bell is rung and the match has begun... There will be an all out fucking war!
Howell...
Maverick lets out a deep sigh, thinking back to the last few weeks.
Maverick: You were one of the first to ever put trust into me, giving me chances after chances to team with you and to even be apart in King of Trios but it was during that you began to break within yourself. Now I can't blame you for walking out after everything that happened. I can understand that but when it became clear that Hughes was getting more closer with me than you had hoped, and you became jealous of it all. And within the Chamber, I had pinned you because I had to do it. I had no choice. I needed that win more than anything and you were there in the line of fire.
This caused me to win the one thing you tried your best to claim for so long, this was the one thing you fought for, this was the one thing you pushed for... And now it's mine, now I'm a target of yours. Howell, you've changed and so have I but you've gone down a dark path, my friend, one I don't think I can recover you from. This has lead you to be the official of this match and you know it. I'm not focused more on Kovacs, it's you I'm laser focused on. You promised I wouldn't walk out of here the Champion and knowing you, it'll take anything from Kovacs for you to turn the other way. Brendan, you are a jealous and malevolent jackass who needs to be put in his place.
So you cross the line with me and I'll drop you onto your back quicker than you could even lay a finger on me.
He clicks his tongue and shakes his head in disappointment.
Maverick: Now don't worry, Kovacs, I surely have not forgotten about you, little shit. This is your one and only opportunity to take back what was once yours but you need to realize how badly this match means to me. This gives me the chance to prove to many why I am the best there ever fucking is and why every time I've ran my mouth saying I'm the fucking KING of this sport... I wasn't wrong. I get to prove that to you, I get to prove that to the gobshite Howell and I get to prove that to the motherfucking asshole Wallace. How are you going to live knowing you were beaten out of the title picture, not once but twice, by me? Surely it'll hurt you on the inside. Surely it'll bring you to your knees and think that everything about you is one big fucking lie.
I'm going to walk into the garden as the biggest threat you've ever experienced and I will take a man's life if it comes down to it. This is not your war to win, Kovacs, this is mine to win and I'll come prepared with the body bags for both you and Howell. Because there'll be no better feeling than rendering you dead and to raise the XHW Undisputed Championship over my fucking head in victory. Now get on your fucking knees and bow the fuck down.
...To the King that'll slay you.
End Transmission.