Post by Mav. on Apr 29, 2020 22:37:38 GMT -5
It is one week before Christmas, the festive holiday season is in full swing as we open the scene within the busy streets of Waterford City. Just less than twenty-four hours before his flight to Newark for a title fight, we’re met with one of Omega Wrestling Alliance’s newest signings to their Olympus roster, Maverick. He’s met with one of his close childhood friends, Devin Portman, where they begin their Christmas present shopping. They take a seat in the middle of the City Square where they place their bags down and take a quick smoke break.
“I hate fucking shopping for my girl… She’s tough to buy for, she asks for too much and is annoyed when she doesn’t get what she really wants.”
Maverick looks over to Devin, exhaling out a cloud of smoke.
“Could be like me, fucking single and that.”
“Was a bit dreadful how she did that to you, never thought she’d be like that.”
“Shit happens, anyways, I’m living my best life with my current career status. Signed to this place called OWA and they are getting really popular as of late.”
“I’ve heard about this… Tell me more, any word on an opponent?”
Maverick takes a quick drag from the vape pen before exhaling more smoke from his nose.
“Yeah, there is. Jacob Sol, soulful is his nickname and he’s a bartender. I’ve been put on the Olympus brand and that’s like the B tier roster.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?”
"Not really, I mean they don't have the popular names like Nate Cage or Finnegan Wakefield on their brand... That's Kingdom, Dev. I mean, look on the Olympus roster, man... Jesus Christ? Muhammad the Magnanimous? Is this some kind of fucking joke? Fuck it, those two had a Three Stages of Heaven match! What sort of fucking shite is that?"
"I think you're being a bit too overdramatic, not all of them are... dumb... as they may seem, it's not like you can't beat all of them."
"Maybe you're right, maybe I'm overthinking this. But that's not going to change the fact I'm the biggest thing they're gonna have going into the new year. Seeing all these new champions, including Kenny Drake... They've got to have eyes in the back of their heads."
Devin looks away with a slight smile.
"Don't ever change, Jason. Don't ever fucking change."
"I tend to never change, but I'm going to change OWA for the better... when I make it to the top of the mountain and become their king."
A smirk grows onto Maverick's face as the scene fades out from that image.
The scene begins on Christmas Eve, the mood is fulfilled with Christmas spirit as well as the home of the man who stands out on the balcony of his apartment home in Wexford Town. That man turns around as it shows to be Maverick standing with a smile on his face as he looks towards the camera that records him. Resting on both his shoulders are the XHW Undisputed Championship on his left and his customized XHF X*Crown Championship on the right, two titles he recently fought for within the last week, his newly won X*Crown Championship being something he won this past weekend.
“Well well well… Omega Wrestling Alliance, how are we doing? I know what you must be thinking, who the fuck is this guy just walking in and saying hello, flexing on us with his championship belts from other promotions… I’d rather not use the word flex but to use the terms of ‘showing talents’ because to flex… This means you’re really fucking good at what you do or have a legacy of talents. I can’t say I have that sort of legacy just yet but if you keep yourself tuned in, I think you’ll find out sooner rather than later what I’m all about.”
He winks to the camera, keeping that smile on his face.
“But when it comes to legacies and building one, it leads me to OWA, it’s time for my own legacy to be built within this company. Now, I’m guessing a lot of you don’t know who I am, and that’s okay because soon you’ll know who I am, soon you’ll realize you’ve got one hell of a Prodigy on your hands. Soon you’ll realize you’ve got one of the best that this company has ever seen! And of course, there will be that one guy who’ll be out there saying Nate Cage is better or Arata Asakura, Finnegan Wakefield or even the World Champion himself, Kenny Drake… Throw their names around, do it as much as you want but would you be seeing my care in the slightest?”
He questions to the camera.
“Not a fucking chance.”
He begins to laugh, turning back to the doors that lead to the balcony. He takes a step outside and takes a deep breath before coming close to the glass barrier in front of him.
“I guess it’s finally time to say my name, right? My name is Jason Mavis-Long or as you will be knowing me by my alias… Maverick. I know, I know, I’ve heard so much about Kevin Maverick already in OWA, I can’t even go a day without mentioning OWA and someone would say out of the blue THERE’S A KEVIN MAVERICK, DID YOU JUST STEAL HIS LAST NAME??”
He takes a deep sigh.
“The number of times I’ve had to tell them I’ve been using the Maverick name since the old days of the indies, it’s actually unbearable to even think back to them days. But enough of all that, in just over a week from today, I get to make headlines and debut for OWA and show the world my true talents. And my first vict- I mean, opponent… It’s Christmas, we’ve got to keep things humble and sweet for now. My first opponent is a man who goes by the name of ‘Soulful’ Jacob Sol. I’m sorry but if you have a name like that, then you’re really not going to make it far in the business, I’ll tell you that for nothing.”
He gives off a cheeky grin.
“Now a bartender to a wrestler is something I've not heard of before, I’ll give you that bit of a career leap. It’ll be impressive to see if you actually have it in you to leave me shaken not stirred like a James Bond martini but seeing how you’ve got yourself the most generic moveset and have been wrestling for close to five years against someone who’s done a lot within two years, has the most advanced arsenal of moves that you’ll find on any wrestler and is better than you in every way possible! Jacob, I am at the top of my career and I’ve only peaked those two years. You’ve done this for five and nobody’s ever heard of you, you’ve never done anything noteworthy and to be frank with you… Nobody’s gonna remember you after I put you facing up to the lights.”
He chuckles.
“So to see you try and make an attempt would be a delight, I’d love to see it happen but right now or until you show me you actually are something I should be afraid of… Then I can finish you within a minute and trust me… I’ve been making a name for myself doing exactly just that. So you can show up, get slapped up and have the timer reach less than one minute all to leave you embarrassed and have you running back to your family in tears because you couldn’t do the job right for their business or you can go for the more simpler option for you, Jacob.”
That same grin appears once more to deliver the last line.
“You could just not show up, I’ll understand… Nobody wants to come close to me.”
The scene fades to black with the image of Maverick and his grin being the last thing we see.
“I hate fucking shopping for my girl… She’s tough to buy for, she asks for too much and is annoyed when she doesn’t get what she really wants.”
Maverick looks over to Devin, exhaling out a cloud of smoke.
“Could be like me, fucking single and that.”
“Was a bit dreadful how she did that to you, never thought she’d be like that.”
“Shit happens, anyways, I’m living my best life with my current career status. Signed to this place called OWA and they are getting really popular as of late.”
“I’ve heard about this… Tell me more, any word on an opponent?”
Maverick takes a quick drag from the vape pen before exhaling more smoke from his nose.
“Yeah, there is. Jacob Sol, soulful is his nickname and he’s a bartender. I’ve been put on the Olympus brand and that’s like the B tier roster.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?”
"Not really, I mean they don't have the popular names like Nate Cage or Finnegan Wakefield on their brand... That's Kingdom, Dev. I mean, look on the Olympus roster, man... Jesus Christ? Muhammad the Magnanimous? Is this some kind of fucking joke? Fuck it, those two had a Three Stages of Heaven match! What sort of fucking shite is that?"
"I think you're being a bit too overdramatic, not all of them are... dumb... as they may seem, it's not like you can't beat all of them."
"Maybe you're right, maybe I'm overthinking this. But that's not going to change the fact I'm the biggest thing they're gonna have going into the new year. Seeing all these new champions, including Kenny Drake... They've got to have eyes in the back of their heads."
Devin looks away with a slight smile.
"Don't ever change, Jason. Don't ever fucking change."
"I tend to never change, but I'm going to change OWA for the better... when I make it to the top of the mountain and become their king."
A smirk grows onto Maverick's face as the scene fades out from that image.
The scene begins on Christmas Eve, the mood is fulfilled with Christmas spirit as well as the home of the man who stands out on the balcony of his apartment home in Wexford Town. That man turns around as it shows to be Maverick standing with a smile on his face as he looks towards the camera that records him. Resting on both his shoulders are the XHW Undisputed Championship on his left and his customized XHF X*Crown Championship on the right, two titles he recently fought for within the last week, his newly won X*Crown Championship being something he won this past weekend.
“Well well well… Omega Wrestling Alliance, how are we doing? I know what you must be thinking, who the fuck is this guy just walking in and saying hello, flexing on us with his championship belts from other promotions… I’d rather not use the word flex but to use the terms of ‘showing talents’ because to flex… This means you’re really fucking good at what you do or have a legacy of talents. I can’t say I have that sort of legacy just yet but if you keep yourself tuned in, I think you’ll find out sooner rather than later what I’m all about.”
He winks to the camera, keeping that smile on his face.
“But when it comes to legacies and building one, it leads me to OWA, it’s time for my own legacy to be built within this company. Now, I’m guessing a lot of you don’t know who I am, and that’s okay because soon you’ll know who I am, soon you’ll realize you’ve got one hell of a Prodigy on your hands. Soon you’ll realize you’ve got one of the best that this company has ever seen! And of course, there will be that one guy who’ll be out there saying Nate Cage is better or Arata Asakura, Finnegan Wakefield or even the World Champion himself, Kenny Drake… Throw their names around, do it as much as you want but would you be seeing my care in the slightest?”
He questions to the camera.
“Not a fucking chance.”
He begins to laugh, turning back to the doors that lead to the balcony. He takes a step outside and takes a deep breath before coming close to the glass barrier in front of him.
“I guess it’s finally time to say my name, right? My name is Jason Mavis-Long or as you will be knowing me by my alias… Maverick. I know, I know, I’ve heard so much about Kevin Maverick already in OWA, I can’t even go a day without mentioning OWA and someone would say out of the blue THERE’S A KEVIN MAVERICK, DID YOU JUST STEAL HIS LAST NAME??”
He takes a deep sigh.
“The number of times I’ve had to tell them I’ve been using the Maverick name since the old days of the indies, it’s actually unbearable to even think back to them days. But enough of all that, in just over a week from today, I get to make headlines and debut for OWA and show the world my true talents. And my first vict- I mean, opponent… It’s Christmas, we’ve got to keep things humble and sweet for now. My first opponent is a man who goes by the name of ‘Soulful’ Jacob Sol. I’m sorry but if you have a name like that, then you’re really not going to make it far in the business, I’ll tell you that for nothing.”
He gives off a cheeky grin.
“Now a bartender to a wrestler is something I've not heard of before, I’ll give you that bit of a career leap. It’ll be impressive to see if you actually have it in you to leave me shaken not stirred like a James Bond martini but seeing how you’ve got yourself the most generic moveset and have been wrestling for close to five years against someone who’s done a lot within two years, has the most advanced arsenal of moves that you’ll find on any wrestler and is better than you in every way possible! Jacob, I am at the top of my career and I’ve only peaked those two years. You’ve done this for five and nobody’s ever heard of you, you’ve never done anything noteworthy and to be frank with you… Nobody’s gonna remember you after I put you facing up to the lights.”
He chuckles.
“So to see you try and make an attempt would be a delight, I’d love to see it happen but right now or until you show me you actually are something I should be afraid of… Then I can finish you within a minute and trust me… I’ve been making a name for myself doing exactly just that. So you can show up, get slapped up and have the timer reach less than one minute all to leave you embarrassed and have you running back to your family in tears because you couldn’t do the job right for their business or you can go for the more simpler option for you, Jacob.”
That same grin appears once more to deliver the last line.
“You could just not show up, I’ll understand… Nobody wants to come close to me.”
The scene fades to black with the image of Maverick and his grin being the last thing we see.