Post by Mav. on Jul 31, 2020 21:00:50 GMT -5
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“Mastered economics 'cause you took yourself from squalor (Slave)
Mastered academics 'cause your grades say you a scholar (Slave)
Mastered Instagram 'cause you can instigate a follow (Shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (Get it? Yeah)”
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The initial opening scene begins on the hallowed halls of the Wrestleworld Castle as DOMINION V has come to an end. With the successful night over for The Underworld and a new Chapter to look forward to, we’re met with the victor of the opening contest against Hana Nakajima with Wraith, dressed in his finest of suits tailor-made for himself. Maverick takes a look outside one of the large windows that face out to the Wrestleworld Capital, Wraith creepily standing over the shoulder.
"This is soon mine for the taking, soon enough for sure."
"And you think this because you’re The Prince?"
"I wish."
Maverick laughs to himself before backing away from the window, then continuing his walk down the long hall with Wraith following by his side.
"What is it with you and your addiction to being the heir to Claudia’s throne, aren’t you on our side?"
"I am, it’s not just her throne I’m willing to take on for myself. There’s plenty for the taking, and it’s only a matter of time before the weak become sorrowed. Hollow grounds is what we stand on, Wraith, hollow grounds waiting to be cracked open."
"If you dare to even stab us in the back after everything we’ve been through, I will personally make sure you are the one who’ll suffer hell multiple times."
"Wraith, why would you think I would want to stab anyone in the back as of now? I’ve come so far and I’m just beginning to let things take a stride down the road to success."
"We'll see, my boy, but I have my doubts. You really make me want to watch my own back when we're the ones who are chained together unlike World's Finest who are falling apart."
"You think I don't know this already? I've seen what happened at Hardcore Havoc, I'm well aware of the dissension of April, Matsuda and World's Finest. I know they'll try their best to hold it in, but we all know damn well that with the cracks in place, it's not hard to grab a hammer and break the walls."
"Providing the hammer can stay intact to break these proverbial walls down, Jason."
Maverick stops in his tracks and looks right into the eyes of Wraith.
"Could you stop for a second? I'm not going to stab anyone in the back, not now when we have the whole world in our hands, for fuck sake."
"I'm just being weary, you've been acting strangely after telling Claudia that she's isn't a queen without that American Dream Championship. Hearing someone say that really makes me truly wonder about your intentions in this match."
"This isn't a match, Wraith, this is a fucking war. We're all entering a fucking war that's been building for a very long time. Do you think I lose wars for the hell of it? You think I need to lose this so I can prove some type of point?"
Wraith tuts.
"Personally myself, I am trying to make sure that we beat The World's Finest and take them down one by one. I want to be on top, we've got the strongest team of them all. And to be frank with you, Jason, just like some of us in The Underworld, I might want to get my hands... dirty with Alyssa."
"Sha-"
Wraith quickly slaps Maverick mid-sentence which stuns The Prince.
"Stop. That."
Maverick adjusts himself and viciously slaps Wraith across the face, though to no effect on Devione.
"Fucking cunt."
Wraith simply laughs the slap off, which angers Maverick some more.
"My dear boy, if that's what you're going to bring at Kingdom Come... We might as well have no hope whatsoever."
"I don't tend to slap anyone, I do tend to strike with elbows, kicks and knees. Much more than just a pathetic slap, Wraith."
"We'll see, Jason, we will see."
Suddenly, the lights within the hall go out and as they come back on, Wraith is gone... Like a ghost in the night. Maverick looks around the halls, seeing nobody around.
"I fucking hate when he does that... absolute bastard."
A loud echo rings out through the halls, sounding just like Wraith himself.
"I hear everything, Jason, be careful with your words."
Maverick is frozen in place and rushes to the door, opening it and running out of the hall as the scene quickly fades out.
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Oh yes, the time has come, the end is nigh.
The Trial of fucking Seven match, the one which will end legacies and begin new ones. Bury old rivals, and shine the future up for a bright championship scene just for them. This is something hyped about since it’s initial announcement of this match and the weeks that came afterwards became the most intense weeks ever seen inside of Wrestleworld. Nothing like this since the build-up to Badlands and the Elimination Chamber. And guess what, those six that entered the Badlands Chamber… They’re here now. April Song, she’s here. Maverick, he’s here. The Professional, he’s here for sure. Nobi, oh, he is here. Reno Dumont, definitely here… and how could we forget, the architect and the queen herself, Claudia Michaels. This has been a story in the making since 2020 began, and it is right now where it ends. I’ve learned a lot of things over this period of time that we choose between the ones we hate and the ones we trust. Trust, my dear friends, is where everything all goes wrong for both teams. But failure… is something we both do not want. Failure… is not an option for either of us. The World’s Finest isn’t looking to fail but there seems to be a different side to their story.
I’m talking to you, Stephanie.
Failure isn’t an option now, is it? We’ve learned that a lot from The World’s Finest lately, that they will not accept failures in the group, they will not accept people fucking up. Everyone needs to be at one hundred per cent for this, but you know deep down inside of you that the foundation that you built around The World’s Finest is cracking, it’s collapsing in front of your very own eyes and yet none of you is doing a fucking thing about it. You’re letting it all happen, you’re letting it break and divide… Is this what you wanted to do from the beginning? Hand us the easy victory after all we’ve done to make sure we’ve got this won, you had Ares Vendetta handed to you on a silver platter, given to you in the hopes to end The Underworld but look at you seven, you’re lacklustre and the way you’re acting right now… It seems like it’ll never work out in your favour. Stephanie Matsuda, take a look around you, it is because of your lack of picking a trustworthy team that the cracks are forming all around you? Is it because of your lack of leadership that you can’t hold your team together and build that strong force? I ask of you again, Stephanie, take a good long fucking look around you. Those cracks all come from one person and that’s you. Lacking good leadership, lacking a good sense of knowledge when bringing a team together, lacking what leaders should do and that’s to be a good role model for their team. You were in Japan for JET, after COVID-19 delayed the show for a whole two months, and you lead by example over someone you knew for a very long time but when it came to OWA and Odyssey? How did that fare? Leading by example, Stephanie, and you couldn’t even do that. You couldn’t even beat Morrigan McDonnell in the Athena’s Cup, something a lot of people expected you to win and once again, lead by fucking example. But you didn't do that, Stephanie, you more so choked and failed and made yourself look more like a clown than usual. How bad can you get, Stephanie, how bad can you get knowing yourself that you can't lead by example and you can't lead your own team to have the same thought process that'll have each of your bonds in the same way you'd hope for them to have.
Stephanie, it’s not hard to see that you are the problem for your own team, being the horrible leader you are and the weak link of your team, it makes Reno Dumont look strong and trust me, he fucking isn’t. How much longer are you going to keep up with this farce, Stephanie? How much longer are you going to keep up with the “anything for the team” schtick when you’re causing the problems for them? Maybe April was right about you, Stephanie, you’re so full of yourself you don’t even realise the whole world around you is collapsing. The World’s Finest is crumbling away and you’re doing nothing about it… You’re just sitting back and letting it all happen like you’ve given up yourself, acting like you give a shit every so often when the cameras are rolling so “The War Queen” can play her part very well. We all know you’re doing this to get some sort of fast track to Claudia’s title again. It’s basic common knowledge, Stephanie, but as always… You’re too late to turn back and fix your mistakes. So what now? What do you do? How will you fare? People like Hana, Nobi and Reno will probably try their best to hold you close but you don’t care. Stephanie, you can be brutally honest if you want, we all know what’s true and what’s a lie with you.
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“Master of these politics, you swear that you got options (Slave, yeah)
Master of opinion 'cause you vote with the white collar (Slave)
The Thirteenth Amendment says that slavery's abolished (Shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (Get it)”
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The next scene opens up within the Prince’s Penthouse within the Wrestleworld Capital, finding ourselves with Maverick and The Professional as they sit out on the balcony and watch from above all the people within the city adapt to the lowered restrictions inside of Wrestleworld. Professionally dressed in the normal black suit with a white shirt and navy blue tie whilst The Prince goes for the more casual attire of black shorts and white skin-tight shirt. In Maverick’s hand is an ice-cold beverage as he leans on the balcony walls.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?”
The Professional looks down on Maverick, expressionless enough to still give a moderate answer.
“I’m fine. What did you want me here for anyway?”
“I felt like I needed to apologise to you, I think we got off on the wrong foot when I returned and failed to capture a win. Then I had a scuffle with you backstage and… yeah, I just needed to apologise for my own actions.”
“Jason, let me clear this up for you.”
As he says this, Maverick stands up straight and looks at The Professional.
“We’ve never had bad blood, I don’t blame you for lashing out the way you did that night. It was supposed to be your night and I let you down. You came back in a big way, you came back to hurt the person that you couldn’t beat and I failed you by allowing myself to fall for Hana’s quick roll-up.”
“Andrew, please don’t apologise for yourself, there’s literally no need for it.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted, is it not?”
Maverick rolls his eyes, a loud tut is heard.
“I said I wanted to apologise to you, not you apologising to me. I acted like a proper fucking cunt, I didn’t really give you all the best first impression and it really showed. I’ve been failing you guys ever since, couldn’t beat Havoc and still can’t beat April.”
“But you did beat Hana, and you did beat Nobi. That’s two of seven, those are easy wins for you, the wins you promised us were yours for the taking and you did it.”
“And I said that about Havoc too but here we are.”
A simple shrug of the shoulders from The Prince leaves The Professional to place a hand on the shoulder of Maverick.
“Havoc isn’t in this, he’s got nothing to do with this. Worry about yourself, bring yourself up to that same level you had when we teamed, learn to adapt to everyone and we can finally end The World’s Finest for good.”
“How do you have so much hope?”
“Because I do, you’re a good kid, Mav. Keep it up and I promise that once this is all over, the Underworld will be draped in gold.”
“If you think we can, then yeah, I think we can too.”
A very slight smirk comes across the face of The Professional.
“I don’t think so, Mav, I know we can.”
These words leave Maverick with a little smile on his face as he takes a swig from the bottle in his hand.
“Are you sure you really don’t want anything-”
“If I said yes, would you stop asking me?”
“...well… yeah?”
The Professional sighs.
“Fine, go ahead.”
Maverick heads back inside to the Penthouse as the scene quickly fades out.
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Speaking of those three, Hana Nakajima… How are you doing? Always wanting to prove my words wrong, Hana? You poor, sweet and innocent little thing. They’ve brainwashed you so much, they’ve brainwashed you to the point of no return… unless there’s a cure and maybe that’s what I delivered at DOMINION. You tried your best but you ended up going off the deep end, you wanted to prove a point that what happened at King of The World was no joke and it was just reality breaking my fantasy but you were so fucking wrong, Hana. There was no fantasy when trying to prove you wrong, it’s simply your fantasy of trying to best me and beat me so you can show me how you do things and look where it got you. Now that you’ve seen what I am all about, have you changed your mind yet? Have you seen that you are just not ready yet? I warned you about this months ago, you were never ready for all of this and it’s leading to not only your downfall but The World’s Finest’s demise.
I told you that you should have joined me, I could have helped you build and I could have helped you be the better person you are. I was willing to give you a platform to stand on and shine to be the woman you deserved to be, you could have had it all, Hana, but you never wanted my help. You tried proving you didn’t need my help and you flopped, you failed, you were crushed. Couldn’t beat the man who wanted to help you, couldn’t win the Women’s World Championship in Victory Pro… I’ve asked you so many times to let me help you, I’ve asked you so many times to let me take you under my wing, you could have been my young prodigy… my protege… but if you really want to die by the sword then be my guest, Hana, I’m not giving you any more chances from now on. You had the time to think it out, you had the multiple chances to let me give you life, I gave you everything and you spat it right back into my face.
Hana, if you think that turning away from me was a good thing, you should have had those second thoughts after DOMINION, because I’m willing to do the same thing again. I’m willing to knock you down off the small podium that Stephanie and April gave you to make you look impressive. I’m willing to burn it down for good, and I’m willing to finally make you realise your own mistakes. You incompetent little bitch.
Realistically, you remind me of Nobi, someone who tries to be the nice guy until someone finally taps into that head of his and would you believe it that I did that to him? I let all that anger out of him, all of that rage, all of that temper out of him to the point where he wasn’t even recognisable by his own fucking wife. The man even had to go to therapy to kill off his inner demons, and to what success? The man is broken, the man can never find success wherever he looks, the man is useless. Nobi’s been handed everything in life on a silver platter, and it’s all about that B-Roll Hollywood cash he fills people’s pockets with. Can someone remind me how many chances he and Reno got at the Campeonatos de Parejas, about three or four at this point, right? It’s a bit refreshing seeing Red Light District challenging them than seeing that fat bastard’s head all over the title scene of the Campeonatos de Parejas… and shit, it ain’t just here too. How many chances did you have at some OWA Championships, Nobi? Three times now after Hardcore Havoc? Even then, unlike your Tag Team Championship reign, you weren’t carried to victory by your partner who’s more gullible and {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} than you are. Hell, your debut in OWA was for the fucking Heavyweight Championship, and you got your ass kicked by Nas. Fucking handed to you. Doi you not understand this, Nobi? You were never destined for the main event, I have no idea what Stephanie Matsuda saw in you to allow someone like you to be in her team.
Is it pity? Using the puppy eyes to let her accept you? Maybe it was the slip of the few dollar bills that might have gotten you a place but I’m sure she makes more money a show than you’ve made through your three whole movies, a reminder you could have been the next Captain America but your insufficient brained ass didn’t sign the papers for that to happen. You’re not impressive, you’re not one of the best, you’re fucking nothing. Raoul would give you a run for your money, AJ Jenkynx could even bring the best of his career and give you a run for your money. Put it into your fucking head, Nobi…
YOU. AIN’T. FUCKING. SHIT.
And Reno… Reno, I have no idea what to say about someone like you, maybe I might wait it out to the very last second to speak up and give you my best insults as you do but I’m a better man than that, I know how to target a man and make him feel like he’s worthless. Ask your very good friend, Nobi, he knows that very well and he’s felt that very strongly. You’re in the same boat as Nobi, sick of seeing you two in title pictures neither of you should nor deserve to have. Poor you for having some talent, supposedly locked away and never to be seen again, because yes… that makes total fucking sense, doesn’t it? It makes sense that you have this apparent talent in you that’s never been seen before and I doubt we’ll ever see for as long as you live! So many lies, Reno, and so little time to create them. It’s honestly depressing that you’d lie about yourself and Nobi having “talent”, then lie that you two created The Wild Cards when the whole story between you was that you were randomly teamed because of Drake Jaeger and Tiberius Jones wanting challengers and created the Drake and Jones Games. Remember that, Reno, you were the wild cards of the whole tournament.
You didn’t create The Wild Cards, and if you did, we’d still be waiting for it to be created. Remember, you said you two were the inevitable, you were “the final end” and what happened in the end? The same thing as they always have been doing since the first encounter… Whooping your asses because your “locked away” talent never fucking existed. So how much longer are you going to keep us waiting, Reno? How many lies are you going to tell us? How is this match going to be the end of us, oh lord mighty one who knows everything, please tell us our fate!
God help you when it’s your fate that needs to be decided.
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“That's rich now, isn't it, get it? Comedy
Try to sell a pack a smokes to get food
Get killed and it's not an anomaly
But hey, it's just money”
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The final scene opens up to the Wrestleworld Castle, in the banquet halls is where we find The Queen wandering around with The Prince slowly following her. Her red velvet dress flows with each step she takes to her throne, sitting down and to her side is the American Dream Championship, shining to the natural sunlight that shines through the windows. As Maverick stands his distance away from Claudia, he glances over to the American Dream Championship but Claudia takes notice to his observation of the championship and coughs to grab his attention.
“I hope we’re not doing anything stupid, my prince, don’t you remember the last time that happened?”
Maverick brings his hand to the side of his face, gently caressing it as he looks to Claudia with a glare.
“How could I forget it? It’s why I’ve not been around with you until now.”
“I thought it was because you failed to fulfil your promises of taking out Havoc, you submitted to a move that wasn’t even his-”
“I’m well aware of what happened, I didn’t need a recap in a summarised form.”
Claudia raises an eyebrow, seemingly impressed with Maverick’s change in attitude and personality.
“Is there something wrong, Jason? You don’t seem like yourself. I fear the worst in these situations.”
“I’m perfectly fine.”
Claudia stands up and walks toward Maverick, who stands in place with his hands behind his back. She begins to walk around him in circles, examining him up close before heading back to her throne and taking her rightful seat.
“So why are you here? I’m expecting some sort of short answer at this point because that seems to be what you’re giving me. Straight to the point answers, not likely of you, Jason.”
“My queen, I came to apologise for my choice of words the last time I was here. I knew they were disrespectful towards you, and I came to apologise for my lack of keeping a promise. I failed you in taking out Havoc when I should have-”
“Stop… stop right there.”
Claudia places her hand out to stop Maverick from speaking.
“Jason, please tell me you’re joking with me. I wasn’t expecting an apology from you since that, quite frankly, I think it’s stupid you came here and personally wasted my valuable time to tell me sob stories.”
She begins to massage her forehead, closing her eyes and muttering words under her breath.
“There’s something wrong about you today and I don’t know what it is, but for the love of God, please don’t do this to me again.”
“Are you… asking me to leave?”
“Yes… yes, just leave. Come back tomorrow when you start acting like yourself again.”
Maverick nods his head and turns to leave, Claudia is seen standing up and leaving her throne to head into another room. Maverick reaches to the door and looks behind him, but there’s something different about him… the bright red eyes that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and then disappear before he walks out of the room as the scene finally fades to black.
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“Mastered economics 'cause you took yourself from squalor (Slave)
Mastered academics 'cause your grades say you a scholar (Slave)
Mastered Instagram 'cause you can instigate a follow (Shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (Get it? Yeah)”
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The initial opening scene begins on the hallowed halls of the Wrestleworld Castle as DOMINION V has come to an end. With the successful night over for The Underworld and a new Chapter to look forward to, we’re met with the victor of the opening contest against Hana Nakajima with Wraith, dressed in his finest of suits tailor-made for himself. Maverick takes a look outside one of the large windows that face out to the Wrestleworld Capital, Wraith creepily standing over the shoulder.
"This is soon mine for the taking, soon enough for sure."
"And you think this because you’re The Prince?"
"I wish."
Maverick laughs to himself before backing away from the window, then continuing his walk down the long hall with Wraith following by his side.
"What is it with you and your addiction to being the heir to Claudia’s throne, aren’t you on our side?"
"I am, it’s not just her throne I’m willing to take on for myself. There’s plenty for the taking, and it’s only a matter of time before the weak become sorrowed. Hollow grounds is what we stand on, Wraith, hollow grounds waiting to be cracked open."
"If you dare to even stab us in the back after everything we’ve been through, I will personally make sure you are the one who’ll suffer hell multiple times."
"Wraith, why would you think I would want to stab anyone in the back as of now? I’ve come so far and I’m just beginning to let things take a stride down the road to success."
"We'll see, my boy, but I have my doubts. You really make me want to watch my own back when we're the ones who are chained together unlike World's Finest who are falling apart."
"You think I don't know this already? I've seen what happened at Hardcore Havoc, I'm well aware of the dissension of April, Matsuda and World's Finest. I know they'll try their best to hold it in, but we all know damn well that with the cracks in place, it's not hard to grab a hammer and break the walls."
"Providing the hammer can stay intact to break these proverbial walls down, Jason."
Maverick stops in his tracks and looks right into the eyes of Wraith.
"Could you stop for a second? I'm not going to stab anyone in the back, not now when we have the whole world in our hands, for fuck sake."
"I'm just being weary, you've been acting strangely after telling Claudia that she's isn't a queen without that American Dream Championship. Hearing someone say that really makes me truly wonder about your intentions in this match."
"This isn't a match, Wraith, this is a fucking war. We're all entering a fucking war that's been building for a very long time. Do you think I lose wars for the hell of it? You think I need to lose this so I can prove some type of point?"
Wraith tuts.
"Personally myself, I am trying to make sure that we beat The World's Finest and take them down one by one. I want to be on top, we've got the strongest team of them all. And to be frank with you, Jason, just like some of us in The Underworld, I might want to get my hands... dirty with Alyssa."
"Sha-"
Wraith quickly slaps Maverick mid-sentence which stuns The Prince.
"Stop. That."
Maverick adjusts himself and viciously slaps Wraith across the face, though to no effect on Devione.
"Fucking cunt."
Wraith simply laughs the slap off, which angers Maverick some more.
"My dear boy, if that's what you're going to bring at Kingdom Come... We might as well have no hope whatsoever."
"I don't tend to slap anyone, I do tend to strike with elbows, kicks and knees. Much more than just a pathetic slap, Wraith."
"We'll see, Jason, we will see."
Suddenly, the lights within the hall go out and as they come back on, Wraith is gone... Like a ghost in the night. Maverick looks around the halls, seeing nobody around.
"I fucking hate when he does that... absolute bastard."
A loud echo rings out through the halls, sounding just like Wraith himself.
"I hear everything, Jason, be careful with your words."
Maverick is frozen in place and rushes to the door, opening it and running out of the hall as the scene quickly fades out.
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Oh yes, the time has come, the end is nigh.
The Trial of fucking Seven match, the one which will end legacies and begin new ones. Bury old rivals, and shine the future up for a bright championship scene just for them. This is something hyped about since it’s initial announcement of this match and the weeks that came afterwards became the most intense weeks ever seen inside of Wrestleworld. Nothing like this since the build-up to Badlands and the Elimination Chamber. And guess what, those six that entered the Badlands Chamber… They’re here now. April Song, she’s here. Maverick, he’s here. The Professional, he’s here for sure. Nobi, oh, he is here. Reno Dumont, definitely here… and how could we forget, the architect and the queen herself, Claudia Michaels. This has been a story in the making since 2020 began, and it is right now where it ends. I’ve learned a lot of things over this period of time that we choose between the ones we hate and the ones we trust. Trust, my dear friends, is where everything all goes wrong for both teams. But failure… is something we both do not want. Failure… is not an option for either of us. The World’s Finest isn’t looking to fail but there seems to be a different side to their story.
I’m talking to you, Stephanie.
Failure isn’t an option now, is it? We’ve learned that a lot from The World’s Finest lately, that they will not accept failures in the group, they will not accept people fucking up. Everyone needs to be at one hundred per cent for this, but you know deep down inside of you that the foundation that you built around The World’s Finest is cracking, it’s collapsing in front of your very own eyes and yet none of you is doing a fucking thing about it. You’re letting it all happen, you’re letting it break and divide… Is this what you wanted to do from the beginning? Hand us the easy victory after all we’ve done to make sure we’ve got this won, you had Ares Vendetta handed to you on a silver platter, given to you in the hopes to end The Underworld but look at you seven, you’re lacklustre and the way you’re acting right now… It seems like it’ll never work out in your favour. Stephanie Matsuda, take a look around you, it is because of your lack of picking a trustworthy team that the cracks are forming all around you? Is it because of your lack of leadership that you can’t hold your team together and build that strong force? I ask of you again, Stephanie, take a good long fucking look around you. Those cracks all come from one person and that’s you. Lacking good leadership, lacking a good sense of knowledge when bringing a team together, lacking what leaders should do and that’s to be a good role model for their team. You were in Japan for JET, after COVID-19 delayed the show for a whole two months, and you lead by example over someone you knew for a very long time but when it came to OWA and Odyssey? How did that fare? Leading by example, Stephanie, and you couldn’t even do that. You couldn’t even beat Morrigan McDonnell in the Athena’s Cup, something a lot of people expected you to win and once again, lead by fucking example. But you didn't do that, Stephanie, you more so choked and failed and made yourself look more like a clown than usual. How bad can you get, Stephanie, how bad can you get knowing yourself that you can't lead by example and you can't lead your own team to have the same thought process that'll have each of your bonds in the same way you'd hope for them to have.
Stephanie, it’s not hard to see that you are the problem for your own team, being the horrible leader you are and the weak link of your team, it makes Reno Dumont look strong and trust me, he fucking isn’t. How much longer are you going to keep up with this farce, Stephanie? How much longer are you going to keep up with the “anything for the team” schtick when you’re causing the problems for them? Maybe April was right about you, Stephanie, you’re so full of yourself you don’t even realise the whole world around you is collapsing. The World’s Finest is crumbling away and you’re doing nothing about it… You’re just sitting back and letting it all happen like you’ve given up yourself, acting like you give a shit every so often when the cameras are rolling so “The War Queen” can play her part very well. We all know you’re doing this to get some sort of fast track to Claudia’s title again. It’s basic common knowledge, Stephanie, but as always… You’re too late to turn back and fix your mistakes. So what now? What do you do? How will you fare? People like Hana, Nobi and Reno will probably try their best to hold you close but you don’t care. Stephanie, you can be brutally honest if you want, we all know what’s true and what’s a lie with you.
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“Master of these politics, you swear that you got options (Slave, yeah)
Master of opinion 'cause you vote with the white collar (Slave)
The Thirteenth Amendment says that slavery's abolished (Shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (Get it)”
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The next scene opens up within the Prince’s Penthouse within the Wrestleworld Capital, finding ourselves with Maverick and The Professional as they sit out on the balcony and watch from above all the people within the city adapt to the lowered restrictions inside of Wrestleworld. Professionally dressed in the normal black suit with a white shirt and navy blue tie whilst The Prince goes for the more casual attire of black shorts and white skin-tight shirt. In Maverick’s hand is an ice-cold beverage as he leans on the balcony walls.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?”
The Professional looks down on Maverick, expressionless enough to still give a moderate answer.
“I’m fine. What did you want me here for anyway?”
“I felt like I needed to apologise to you, I think we got off on the wrong foot when I returned and failed to capture a win. Then I had a scuffle with you backstage and… yeah, I just needed to apologise for my own actions.”
“Jason, let me clear this up for you.”
As he says this, Maverick stands up straight and looks at The Professional.
“We’ve never had bad blood, I don’t blame you for lashing out the way you did that night. It was supposed to be your night and I let you down. You came back in a big way, you came back to hurt the person that you couldn’t beat and I failed you by allowing myself to fall for Hana’s quick roll-up.”
“Andrew, please don’t apologise for yourself, there’s literally no need for it.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted, is it not?”
Maverick rolls his eyes, a loud tut is heard.
“I said I wanted to apologise to you, not you apologising to me. I acted like a proper fucking cunt, I didn’t really give you all the best first impression and it really showed. I’ve been failing you guys ever since, couldn’t beat Havoc and still can’t beat April.”
“But you did beat Hana, and you did beat Nobi. That’s two of seven, those are easy wins for you, the wins you promised us were yours for the taking and you did it.”
“And I said that about Havoc too but here we are.”
A simple shrug of the shoulders from The Prince leaves The Professional to place a hand on the shoulder of Maverick.
“Havoc isn’t in this, he’s got nothing to do with this. Worry about yourself, bring yourself up to that same level you had when we teamed, learn to adapt to everyone and we can finally end The World’s Finest for good.”
“How do you have so much hope?”
“Because I do, you’re a good kid, Mav. Keep it up and I promise that once this is all over, the Underworld will be draped in gold.”
“If you think we can, then yeah, I think we can too.”
A very slight smirk comes across the face of The Professional.
“I don’t think so, Mav, I know we can.”
These words leave Maverick with a little smile on his face as he takes a swig from the bottle in his hand.
“Are you sure you really don’t want anything-”
“If I said yes, would you stop asking me?”
“...well… yeah?”
The Professional sighs.
“Fine, go ahead.”
Maverick heads back inside to the Penthouse as the scene quickly fades out.
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Speaking of those three, Hana Nakajima… How are you doing? Always wanting to prove my words wrong, Hana? You poor, sweet and innocent little thing. They’ve brainwashed you so much, they’ve brainwashed you to the point of no return… unless there’s a cure and maybe that’s what I delivered at DOMINION. You tried your best but you ended up going off the deep end, you wanted to prove a point that what happened at King of The World was no joke and it was just reality breaking my fantasy but you were so fucking wrong, Hana. There was no fantasy when trying to prove you wrong, it’s simply your fantasy of trying to best me and beat me so you can show me how you do things and look where it got you. Now that you’ve seen what I am all about, have you changed your mind yet? Have you seen that you are just not ready yet? I warned you about this months ago, you were never ready for all of this and it’s leading to not only your downfall but The World’s Finest’s demise.
I told you that you should have joined me, I could have helped you build and I could have helped you be the better person you are. I was willing to give you a platform to stand on and shine to be the woman you deserved to be, you could have had it all, Hana, but you never wanted my help. You tried proving you didn’t need my help and you flopped, you failed, you were crushed. Couldn’t beat the man who wanted to help you, couldn’t win the Women’s World Championship in Victory Pro… I’ve asked you so many times to let me help you, I’ve asked you so many times to let me take you under my wing, you could have been my young prodigy… my protege… but if you really want to die by the sword then be my guest, Hana, I’m not giving you any more chances from now on. You had the time to think it out, you had the multiple chances to let me give you life, I gave you everything and you spat it right back into my face.
Hana, if you think that turning away from me was a good thing, you should have had those second thoughts after DOMINION, because I’m willing to do the same thing again. I’m willing to knock you down off the small podium that Stephanie and April gave you to make you look impressive. I’m willing to burn it down for good, and I’m willing to finally make you realise your own mistakes. You incompetent little bitch.
Realistically, you remind me of Nobi, someone who tries to be the nice guy until someone finally taps into that head of his and would you believe it that I did that to him? I let all that anger out of him, all of that rage, all of that temper out of him to the point where he wasn’t even recognisable by his own fucking wife. The man even had to go to therapy to kill off his inner demons, and to what success? The man is broken, the man can never find success wherever he looks, the man is useless. Nobi’s been handed everything in life on a silver platter, and it’s all about that B-Roll Hollywood cash he fills people’s pockets with. Can someone remind me how many chances he and Reno got at the Campeonatos de Parejas, about three or four at this point, right? It’s a bit refreshing seeing Red Light District challenging them than seeing that fat bastard’s head all over the title scene of the Campeonatos de Parejas… and shit, it ain’t just here too. How many chances did you have at some OWA Championships, Nobi? Three times now after Hardcore Havoc? Even then, unlike your Tag Team Championship reign, you weren’t carried to victory by your partner who’s more gullible and {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} than you are. Hell, your debut in OWA was for the fucking Heavyweight Championship, and you got your ass kicked by Nas. Fucking handed to you. Doi you not understand this, Nobi? You were never destined for the main event, I have no idea what Stephanie Matsuda saw in you to allow someone like you to be in her team.
Is it pity? Using the puppy eyes to let her accept you? Maybe it was the slip of the few dollar bills that might have gotten you a place but I’m sure she makes more money a show than you’ve made through your three whole movies, a reminder you could have been the next Captain America but your insufficient brained ass didn’t sign the papers for that to happen. You’re not impressive, you’re not one of the best, you’re fucking nothing. Raoul would give you a run for your money, AJ Jenkynx could even bring the best of his career and give you a run for your money. Put it into your fucking head, Nobi…
YOU. AIN’T. FUCKING. SHIT.
And Reno… Reno, I have no idea what to say about someone like you, maybe I might wait it out to the very last second to speak up and give you my best insults as you do but I’m a better man than that, I know how to target a man and make him feel like he’s worthless. Ask your very good friend, Nobi, he knows that very well and he’s felt that very strongly. You’re in the same boat as Nobi, sick of seeing you two in title pictures neither of you should nor deserve to have. Poor you for having some talent, supposedly locked away and never to be seen again, because yes… that makes total fucking sense, doesn’t it? It makes sense that you have this apparent talent in you that’s never been seen before and I doubt we’ll ever see for as long as you live! So many lies, Reno, and so little time to create them. It’s honestly depressing that you’d lie about yourself and Nobi having “talent”, then lie that you two created The Wild Cards when the whole story between you was that you were randomly teamed because of Drake Jaeger and Tiberius Jones wanting challengers and created the Drake and Jones Games. Remember that, Reno, you were the wild cards of the whole tournament.
You didn’t create The Wild Cards, and if you did, we’d still be waiting for it to be created. Remember, you said you two were the inevitable, you were “the final end” and what happened in the end? The same thing as they always have been doing since the first encounter… Whooping your asses because your “locked away” talent never fucking existed. So how much longer are you going to keep us waiting, Reno? How many lies are you going to tell us? How is this match going to be the end of us, oh lord mighty one who knows everything, please tell us our fate!
God help you when it’s your fate that needs to be decided.
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“That's rich now, isn't it, get it? Comedy
Try to sell a pack a smokes to get food
Get killed and it's not an anomaly
But hey, it's just money”
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The final scene opens up to the Wrestleworld Castle, in the banquet halls is where we find The Queen wandering around with The Prince slowly following her. Her red velvet dress flows with each step she takes to her throne, sitting down and to her side is the American Dream Championship, shining to the natural sunlight that shines through the windows. As Maverick stands his distance away from Claudia, he glances over to the American Dream Championship but Claudia takes notice to his observation of the championship and coughs to grab his attention.
“I hope we’re not doing anything stupid, my prince, don’t you remember the last time that happened?”
Maverick brings his hand to the side of his face, gently caressing it as he looks to Claudia with a glare.
“How could I forget it? It’s why I’ve not been around with you until now.”
“I thought it was because you failed to fulfil your promises of taking out Havoc, you submitted to a move that wasn’t even his-”
“I’m well aware of what happened, I didn’t need a recap in a summarised form.”
Claudia raises an eyebrow, seemingly impressed with Maverick’s change in attitude and personality.
“Is there something wrong, Jason? You don’t seem like yourself. I fear the worst in these situations.”
“I’m perfectly fine.”
Claudia stands up and walks toward Maverick, who stands in place with his hands behind his back. She begins to walk around him in circles, examining him up close before heading back to her throne and taking her rightful seat.
“So why are you here? I’m expecting some sort of short answer at this point because that seems to be what you’re giving me. Straight to the point answers, not likely of you, Jason.”
“My queen, I came to apologise for my choice of words the last time I was here. I knew they were disrespectful towards you, and I came to apologise for my lack of keeping a promise. I failed you in taking out Havoc when I should have-”
“Stop… stop right there.”
Claudia places her hand out to stop Maverick from speaking.
“Jason, please tell me you’re joking with me. I wasn’t expecting an apology from you since that, quite frankly, I think it’s stupid you came here and personally wasted my valuable time to tell me sob stories.”
She begins to massage her forehead, closing her eyes and muttering words under her breath.
“There’s something wrong about you today and I don’t know what it is, but for the love of God, please don’t do this to me again.”
“Are you… asking me to leave?”
“Yes… yes, just leave. Come back tomorrow when you start acting like yourself again.”
Maverick nods his head and turns to leave, Claudia is seen standing up and leaving her throne to head into another room. Maverick reaches to the door and looks behind him, but there’s something different about him… the bright red eyes that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and then disappear before he walks out of the room as the scene finally fades to black.
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