Post by Mav. on Apr 29, 2020 22:27:42 GMT -5
18th of April, 2020.
Wrestleworld Castle.
Wrestleworld Castle.
(The initial opening scene begins on the highest balcony within the Wrestleworld Castle, the sky is not as blue as what Maverick saw above the Wrestleworld Capital on his way to the Castle but right now, he doesn’t give a literal fuck. We find the self-proclaimed Prince of Wrestleworld standing upon the balcony’s ledge with a large bottle of the same Jacob’s Creek Chardonnay from a few days before with Wraith. Maverick looks… odd enough, not a normal look upon The Prince’s face, he looks slightly intoxicated as he looks down and over the ledge.)
??: Don’t fall, Jason.
(Maverick stands up straight, looks around to find Claudia Michaels walking up behind him. She’s dressed as if ready for another Underworld meeting, a long silky smooth crimson red dress flows through the wind.)
Claudia Michaels: I’d rather not see you die over your intoxicated idiocracy.
Maverick (stuttering his words): I bet I could live through it.
(Claudia shakes her head, a slight little smirk on her face as she walks over to beside Maverick and leans over the ledge.)
Claudia Michaels: That’s quite the fall to take, nobody could ever live to tell that tale if they jumped.
Maverick: It’s a joke, surely you can see that.
Claudia Michaels: Oh, believe me, I could… I was just making sure we’re on the same page here. You’re not too intoxicated to actually jump that ledge, Jason, that’s all I want to know.
Maverick: Wh- *burp* Why are you out here?
Claudia Michaels: Surely I can have a chat with The Prince of my land? I feel like it’s a right to, being the Queen.
Maverick: I guess so, but I don’t think you know what you’re dealing with here actually.
Claudia Michaels: I’ve dealt with many in my time, hell, I’ve got a “War Queen” to deal with for my throne. If you think I’ve not met a few “princes” in my time, you’d be well mistaken.
(Maverick begins to laugh a little, taking a swig at the bottle of White Australian Wine.)
Claudia Michaels: How about we put the bottle down and I can grab a few glasses for ourselves?
Maverick: Not now, let’s enjoy the view.
Claudia Michaels: Enjoy the view? Poor you, this is my palace, do you not think I already enjoy enough of the view already?
Maverick: Oh I am very much aware, but I’m sure you’d help me finish this bottle with me.
Claudia Michaels: That’s why I suggested the glasses-
(Maverick takes another swig out of the bottle, smiling at Claudia as he pulls the bottle away from his mouth.)
Claudia Michaels: Very formal for a prince.
Maverick: What else were you expecting? Prince Andrew?
Claudia Michaels: I expected… a lot more formal but I think I can take this.
Maverick: Fuck that, I ain’t going to be a Prince of this land if I’ve got to act posh and take things carefully, I’d rather curse out every fucking cunt that’s touching the land of Wrestleworld, I’d rather snap people’s necks and leave them to rot like a living and breathing carcass. Not one person would be fucking safe, not one person would live with me in power, and I’m the heir to the throne.
Claudia Michaels: The heir to my throne?
Maverick: You’d have to lose the throne to let me take it.
(Claudia raises an eyebrow, a little smile on her face as she does.)
Claudia Michaels: I plan on keeping my place for a very long time, no matter who wants to come and challenge me.
Maverick: I remember when I took that challenge-
Claudia Michaels: And you tapped out quickly.
Maverick: -yet I don’t need to be reminded. I could go for it again, and I could take you down, but I’d say that’s the drink talking. Maybe The Professional and I could pick up those Campeonatos de Parejas, or who knows, there’s the Shogun or the European Championship. There’s so much out there, so much to take, not everyone’s off the menu.
Claudia Michaels: I feel like I could be betrayed by my own team here like I could be stabbed in the back by anyone. I feel like someone brought into my group, the team I formed, is about to turn the left cheek and bring me down when I’m vulnerable.
(Maverick takes one more swig from the bottle before looking out to the capital from the far distance.)
Maverick: I’m not here for the fun of it all, just to say I have people to stand by, I’m here to create and make a success of what I couldn’t do what I was able to do one whole year ago when I made my own stable.
Claudia Michaels: The Underworld are already building up a legacy, we’re already on top of the world, we’re already a successful squadron of the best in Wrestleworld right now. With you, we’ve become stronger, I know it. I just need to see it.
Maverick: Didn’t I jump off your balcony before? Like right onto you and four others?
Claudia Michaels (chuckling): That you did, maybe I have seen enough, but I wasn’t paying attention. So where to now, Prince? I’m sure that bottle’s getting empty, a celebratory drink to a better world and a greater Underworld might be needed?
Maverick: May have been the best thing you’ve said all day today.
(Claudia turns around with a smile on her face and walks to the doors of the castle but she’s stopped by the voice of the Prince calling for her. She turns around to find Maverick holding the bottle of Jacob’s Creek Chardonnay over the ledge, tipping it and pouring every left bit of its contents out and down the castle walls. Maverick then kisses the bottle before throwing it out far and watching it fall down from such a height, he then turns back around to Claudia with his signature smirk.)
Maverick: Bottle’s empty, might need to grab another.
(Claudia laughs it off and heads back inside, leaving The Prince back to where we first met him as the scene comes to an end with a fade to black.)
??: Don’t fall, Jason.
(Maverick stands up straight, looks around to find Claudia Michaels walking up behind him. She’s dressed as if ready for another Underworld meeting, a long silky smooth crimson red dress flows through the wind.)
Claudia Michaels: I’d rather not see you die over your intoxicated idiocracy.
Maverick (stuttering his words): I bet I could live through it.
(Claudia shakes her head, a slight little smirk on her face as she walks over to beside Maverick and leans over the ledge.)
Claudia Michaels: That’s quite the fall to take, nobody could ever live to tell that tale if they jumped.
Maverick: It’s a joke, surely you can see that.
Claudia Michaels: Oh, believe me, I could… I was just making sure we’re on the same page here. You’re not too intoxicated to actually jump that ledge, Jason, that’s all I want to know.
Maverick: Wh- *burp* Why are you out here?
Claudia Michaels: Surely I can have a chat with The Prince of my land? I feel like it’s a right to, being the Queen.
Maverick: I guess so, but I don’t think you know what you’re dealing with here actually.
Claudia Michaels: I’ve dealt with many in my time, hell, I’ve got a “War Queen” to deal with for my throne. If you think I’ve not met a few “princes” in my time, you’d be well mistaken.
(Maverick begins to laugh a little, taking a swig at the bottle of White Australian Wine.)
Claudia Michaels: How about we put the bottle down and I can grab a few glasses for ourselves?
Maverick: Not now, let’s enjoy the view.
Claudia Michaels: Enjoy the view? Poor you, this is my palace, do you not think I already enjoy enough of the view already?
Maverick: Oh I am very much aware, but I’m sure you’d help me finish this bottle with me.
Claudia Michaels: That’s why I suggested the glasses-
(Maverick takes another swig out of the bottle, smiling at Claudia as he pulls the bottle away from his mouth.)
Claudia Michaels: Very formal for a prince.
Maverick: What else were you expecting? Prince Andrew?
Claudia Michaels: I expected… a lot more formal but I think I can take this.
Maverick: Fuck that, I ain’t going to be a Prince of this land if I’ve got to act posh and take things carefully, I’d rather curse out every fucking cunt that’s touching the land of Wrestleworld, I’d rather snap people’s necks and leave them to rot like a living and breathing carcass. Not one person would be fucking safe, not one person would live with me in power, and I’m the heir to the throne.
Claudia Michaels: The heir to my throne?
Maverick: You’d have to lose the throne to let me take it.
(Claudia raises an eyebrow, a little smile on her face as she does.)
Claudia Michaels: I plan on keeping my place for a very long time, no matter who wants to come and challenge me.
Maverick: I remember when I took that challenge-
Claudia Michaels: And you tapped out quickly.
Maverick: -yet I don’t need to be reminded. I could go for it again, and I could take you down, but I’d say that’s the drink talking. Maybe The Professional and I could pick up those Campeonatos de Parejas, or who knows, there’s the Shogun or the European Championship. There’s so much out there, so much to take, not everyone’s off the menu.
Claudia Michaels: I feel like I could be betrayed by my own team here like I could be stabbed in the back by anyone. I feel like someone brought into my group, the team I formed, is about to turn the left cheek and bring me down when I’m vulnerable.
(Maverick takes one more swig from the bottle before looking out to the capital from the far distance.)
Maverick: I’m not here for the fun of it all, just to say I have people to stand by, I’m here to create and make a success of what I couldn’t do what I was able to do one whole year ago when I made my own stable.
Claudia Michaels: The Underworld are already building up a legacy, we’re already on top of the world, we’re already a successful squadron of the best in Wrestleworld right now. With you, we’ve become stronger, I know it. I just need to see it.
Maverick: Didn’t I jump off your balcony before? Like right onto you and four others?
Claudia Michaels (chuckling): That you did, maybe I have seen enough, but I wasn’t paying attention. So where to now, Prince? I’m sure that bottle’s getting empty, a celebratory drink to a better world and a greater Underworld might be needed?
Maverick: May have been the best thing you’ve said all day today.
(Claudia turns around with a smile on her face and walks to the doors of the castle but she’s stopped by the voice of the Prince calling for her. She turns around to find Maverick holding the bottle of Jacob’s Creek Chardonnay over the ledge, tipping it and pouring every left bit of its contents out and down the castle walls. Maverick then kisses the bottle before throwing it out far and watching it fall down from such a height, he then turns back around to Claudia with his signature smirk.)
Maverick: Bottle’s empty, might need to grab another.
(Claudia laughs it off and heads back inside, leaving The Prince back to where we first met him as the scene comes to an end with a fade to black.)