Post by Mav. on Apr 29, 2020 22:45:21 GMT -5
The opening scene begins right after Maverick’s debut match within the Omega Wrestling Alliance on their Olympus brand, defeating Jacob Sol with - what he would call - “ease”. He heads to the back where he’s met with some reporters who want to hear from the victor of the match, their small handheld recording devices being shoved into Maverick’s direction. Cameras are heard snapping photographs of the “Prince of Immortality” with the flashes clearly visible as they shine on his face and in his eyes.
Maverick: “Quiet down for a second there folks.”
He says as he raises his hand up to silence the untamed reporters.
Maverick: “Now just out there, you’ve experienced first hand, someone of World Class, and yet I don’t get the applause and the respect for that? Fucking pathetic. Go ahead and give it to Jacob, the kid deserves it before he goes crying back to his family that he failed.”
This leaves Maverick to chuckle at the pity of Jacob Sol.
Maverick: “Step One was to impress and to decimate in my first match, and that has been completed, Step Two is to dominate through the entire roster and win some fucking gold - That’s the next step. Hell, I might even try my luck at Clash of the Titans, if I felt so lucky… Which I do.”
Once again, he chuckles to himself.
Maverick: “This is my OWA, I’m just waiting to take my kingdom back.”
Maverick heads off and makes his way to the locker room, fifteen minutes have passed and Maverick makes his way to his Audi R8 - Complete with tinted windows and an all-black carbon fibre paint job. Once he opens the door to the parking lot and finds his car, he’s met with a young woman who looks around the same age as Maverick, if not younger than him. She’s seen wearing fishnet stockings and a leather skirt and jacket, a smile on her face as she spots Maverick.
Maverick: “I’m surprised you’re not cold, you know that?”
Maverick says with a slight smirk on his face.
Woman: “Oh don’t worry babe, I’m always smoking hot for you.”
Maverick drops his bags as he’s close to her and picks her up, they begin to lock lips and you bet your ass there’s tongue involved. Once they’re finished their makeout session, Maverick drops the woman and unlocks his car. He throws his bags into the back seats and both of them enter the car. Another few minutes have passed, they’ve made their way out of the city and are ready to head for home. The woman, name still not revealed yet, is on her phone as she scrolls through Instagram. Maverick glances over, a smile on his face.
Maverick (jokingly): “You know, you could talk to me, right?”
The woman puts her phone down and looks at Maverick, a bit of a smirk on her face as she looks over.
Woman: “I haven’t heard you talk since we got into the car, Jay. You could have told me how your match went, there’s a conversation starter if that’s what you were looking for.”
She finishes her comment with a snarl and goes back to scrolling through Instagram.
Maverick: “Rachel, if you were watching the match, you’d know about it. I fucking killed the kid, he had no chance.”
Rachel: “I did watch it, but you were so consistent in having a conversation. How about you give me what I want instead of having a conversation?”
Maverick (glancing over): “And what would that be?”
The shot keeps on Maverick as he stares out to the road but all we see is Rachel’s hand reaching over to Maverick’s leg before we quickly fade to black.
One Week Later
“New faces? Oh good.”
The camera shot begins just inside of a bar back home in Wexford Town, the place is empty, not a sinner in sight… Except for one person. We look around as we find Maverick sitting at the bar, a pint placed in front of him. He begins speaking to himself, but never put any focus onto the camera that records him.
“OWA, you’ve fed me well. Jacob Sol was a delightful starter, he was a bit green but I’ve tried to teach him as much as I could. I’ve taught him that he was out of his league when stepping into the ring with someone who’s already World Championship material for their first match.”
He laughs to himself.
“But guess who’s been put on the openers… not Jacob Sol, and who’s been put higher up in the card? Not me, that’s for fucking sure. It’s a pity that I’ve been given such fucking disrespect by the bookers when I picked up such an easy win and yet the guy I slapped up, the guy I wiped the fucking floor with… He gets better placement. What a damn shame, you fuckers.”
He shakes his head in disapproval.
“But a man’s got a job to do at Olympus, and as I said at the start… New faces, fresh blood, good for me.”
A slight smirk appears on his face.
“Now I’ve not heard a single word from Ambrose but was he at least interesting? Well, he acted like he was Simply Sexy but realistically, he looked like any 80s male model and probably is a bit of a nonce. But the fact of the matter is that he’s irrelevant and the only person that’s spoken… Judgment Jim- Jimin- FUCK! How do you say your last name, mate?”
He swivels the chair to face the camera.
“Now, Judgment, You’ve been doing this since 2003 - Almost twenty years! You know, I’ve faced a lot of people that have been doing this for quite a while and I’ve had my ups and downs with people who’ve done so much with their careers. World Championships. Triple Crown Winners. Grand fucking Slams! They’ve done it all, Judgment.”
He then drops his head with a deep sigh.
“But you, Judgment, you’ve done nothing with yourself.”
He raises his head back up and brings his fingers through his hair.
“Judgment, you’ve said you were in California for seven whole years and worked for The California Academy and all you got out of those seven fucking years… was a stupid belt called the Californian Dream Championship and you held that for four months? Out of the seven years you’ve been there? You must be fucking joking, Jimins.”
He chuckles to himself.
“I’m sure you’ll be alright with me calling you Jimins, yeah? Well, if not, then fucking deal with it.”
He smiles at the camera.
“The thing is Jimins, you’ve done nothing within those seventeen years as a professional… I’ve done more than you within two fucking years! That’s why they call me the Two Year Veteran, I’ve done so much that many struggles to do within like 10 years of their career. I’ve done so much that you couldn’t even do, the only thing you’ve told me about yourself is that you won a title and was in a company for seven years… You are the legit definition of a bland cunt.”
He tuts and turns away from the camera, taking a large gulp from his pint before placing it down and letting out a soothing “ahhh”.
“Judgment and Ambrose, you’re no roadblocks but mere planks of wood that are ready to be toppled over, I’m going to embarrass you and humiliate you as I did to Jacob Sol. So come prepared for a fight, come prepared for a fucking war because I’m cutting through you two gobshites like it’s nothing and then when I’m done with you two cunts… I’ll go fishing for bigger challenges.”
He swivels the chair back to the camera and hops down from the chair, adjusting his suit and looking into the camera’s lens with a devious smirk.
“I’m just not on your level, I’m on a way… way higher level than you two, so now it’s time to show OWA what The King of Immortality is really all about. This is my Kingdom, this is my palace... This is my OWA.”
He winks.
“Maverick out.”
The scene fades to black.