Post by Mav. on Aug 10, 2020 1:13:33 GMT -5
My dearest Chelsea,
How have you been? I know we may not have met but I’m sure that someday we will, providing your “lover” isn’t much of the jealous type. I know what you might be thinking, why am I writing a letter to you of all people, shouldn’t I be worrying about Hardcore Havoc and Arata Asakura?
Well, yes, you would be right about that but I felt like I needed to write to you personally and since I have no other way of contacting you as of right now, a letter would do perfectly. I know that right now, Arata is in Florida and you are still in Japan with Rin and yourself, hopefully watching your boyfriend become the success he promises you to be. It was something I could not bear to watch, him lying right in front of your face like that, you really do deserve so much better than him, even if he’s your baby daddy. It’s easy to leave a liar, no matter the circumstances, so maybe that’s what might happen after Hardcore Havoc? I cannot allow a man to let his emotions get the better of you and let his sympathy be the decision-maker on if you should stay with him or not.
Trust me, I am no home wrecker. This is not my intention whatsoever, but I am just looking out for you, telling you what should be best for you. I can see what’s best, but Arata cannot, is that what you want in a man? My poor, sweet and innocent Chelsea, do not let this man control you any longer than he has. Find someone much better for you, much better for Rin, and live with yourself more happily than you could ever be. Otherwise, both of your names will be dragged through the dirt with his “work” and what would that mean for both you and the child? Is that what you would have wanted? I definitely do not think so, Chelsea.
So please, reconsider your relationship before it goes any further. Help yourself and your daughter, your lives are worth more than his. Oh, and always remember, I’ll wait for you with open arms, baby.
Faithfully yours,
Jason.
P.S. - Always remember, I’ll wait for you with open arms, baby.
As we open the initial scene to a close up of the handwritten letter by the challenger come Hardcore Havoc, we capture a glimpse of the man as he sits at his writing desk and putting his pen down. A resounding grin on his face is captured as he carefully reads it to himself, making sure he captures every point and has it ready to be mailed by tomorrow morning. Maverick folds the small sheet of paper into three, grabbing an envelope from the side and placing the small letter into the light brown envelope. Using his tongue, he sticks the envelope shut and flips it over, writing on the front “CHELSEA” with a small heart right beside her name. There’s a sudden break of the silence that fills the room with a soft-spoken voice, one we’ve come to be familiar with as Rebecca steps into the room, she takes notice of Maverick sitting at his writing desk and becomes quickly confused at what he’s up to.
Rebecca Brookes: Are you writing a story for yourself again?
Maverick: A story... I guess you could call it that, just... my own personal story, written in a letter form.
Rebecca looks down onto Maverick and then to the letter before bringing her attention back to Maverick’s eyes, her confused look slightly turning into a smile. She brings herself into the sitting room, placing herself down onto the couch that lays against the wall of their penthouse home. Maverick places the letter into a locked drawer within his writing desk, locking it back up and placing the key back into his pocket. He then stands up and walks over to Rebecca, planting him down on the edge of the couch and looking down at her.
Maverick: There’s something on your mind... what is it?
Rebecca Brookes: You seem to be so obsessed over Arata and his girlfriend, I’m wondering if you’re taking this a bit too far?
Maverick chuckles to himself as he looks down to Rebecca, not smiling at all.
Maverick: I’m not taking this too far at all, it’s called Mind Games, something Arata should know too well. If you want me to stop, then I will, but this isn’t your game to play. It’s mine.
Rebecca Brookes: Jay, just listen to yourself!
Maverick: Rebecca, it’s not your fucking game to play with! You should be more worried about Gunner whatever his face is and that Spectre masky boy you’re facing this weekend.
Rebecca Brookes: I know that but-
Maverick continues to cut her off, her head bows.
Maverick: Rebecca, focus on your own task at hand, not mine. You don’t need to worry about what I’m doing, you’ve got your own place on the Odyssey roster to be worrying about. You promised me you wouldn’t fuck this up, you said you won’t embarrass me on your first night.
Rebecca Brookes: I know what I said, Jay.
Maverick: Good, because that’s the power of mind games. It breaks you down and makes you think twice about yourself. That… is exactly how I plan to turn Arata’s world upside down.
Maverick grabs a hold of her hand and pulls her up to her feet, he smiles in the hopes to get her back to smiling.
Maverick: I know you won’t embarrass me, just do your best, it’s all I could ask for.
Rebecca Brookes: I promise I won’t disapp-
Maverick: You won’t. The only way you could is to not hit your opponent, but considering your experience in combat sports… I doubt that’ll happen.
Maverick lets go of her hands and then heads into the bedroom, leaving the scene to fade to black.
“I don’t seek a challenger, and not too many times have I been the challenger searching for a fight. Normally they do come for me or I take my shot and place myself into a match, and to be fair, it’s a very rare chance you see asking for a match. But, Arata Asakura, he was the one who challenged me… and you know what, it’s the first time in my life and my career that a CHAMPION has asked me to face them. It feels weird, I won’t lie. So to see me watch you talk about how my magic in putting on a good match was not what you searched for, it put me down a little. I thought you chose me because you wanted a good title defence, that’s the type of magic I thought you wanted.
Well, that took an unexpected turn, Arata…
Not only have you come to me and looked for a challenger but you sought some magic, you sought something that’s surpassed you through your entire career. Tell me, Arata, was that wise of you? If this wasn’t the magic you wanted, then why did you ask me for a match? If this wasn’t the magic you wanted when you asked me for a match at Hardcore Havoc, then what was your challenge then? It seems to me, Arata, you’ve been backpedalling everything you said at Kingdom because I know you said you wanted that magic with me and I knew you weren’t talking on some Harry Potter shit like it’s real, to begin with. You wanted that same magic I did with Aria, and I can guarantee you, that was fucking magic because you’ll never find a 24/7 Championship match that’s better than that match right there but it doesn’t worry me, you could have found someone else to make magic with on the roster because they’re so fucking good! If so, why didn’t you ask them? Arata, stop backpedalling. It’s not going to work, if anything, it makes you look a whole lot dumber than you are and believe me, I know you’re smart. You’re a lot smarter than anyone I’ve faced in the ring, you know how to take a man down more quickly than anyone like you could. You’re so talented, you’re the future of this company but good fucking god, why are you acting like a clown?
I expected better coming from a champion, I expected better coming from the challenger but not this, not by a long shot. What happened to you, Arata, did I touch a nerve? Did I hit something that’s affecting you immensely? Surely, I could not have done that so quick, it took me a while to get Aria swept off her feet and ready to pounce on me like a lioness looking for meat to feast on. For you, Arata, that’ll wear you down more than keep you hungry for the feast. I’m sure after my little love letter to Chelsea, you’d be begging to have my neck broken now, won’t you? I’m sure you’d be waiting very patiently for Hardcore Havoc to arrive all for you to pounce, but that’s the thing, Arata… by then, you’ll be worn out waiting for that bell to ring, your brain won’t understand what to do, you’ll be left confused and wondering ‘what the hell do I do now?’ whilst I just play the waiting game. The minute you pounce, you’re an easy target to kick down.
The minute you jump for me, you’ll be like an angry teddy bear, won’t you?
I expected better from you, Arata, especially when you have Jaydanne Pendragon whispering sweet nothings into your ear, letting you hear exactly what you need to fire yourself up and then you pass them down to Hana Nakajima and you know what happens then? Same thing, Arata, the sweet little nothings going into that child’s ear that helped you with nothing will be her downfall and it’ll be your fault she fails against me again. Isn’t that what you want, Arata? I would assume you wouldn’t want your students of the dojo to fail as their master has… do you? Look at yourself, Arata, you’re weak and you’re getting too vulnerable. And you’re getting so desperate too, you had to bring up my time in Wrestleworld too, you had to bring up Claudia Michaels here. Arata, do you not realize where this match is taking place? This is OWA, the Omega Wrestling Alliance -- This isn’t fucking Wrestleworld, and your Shogun Championship means nothing more than shit over here, we’re fighting for the Spartan Championship, not the Shogun Championship. If that’s the case, how was King of The World for you? Poor Arata couldn’t beat the same man that Havoc fucking beat four to five times over and over again before he got lucky and beat Havoc once. He’s King of The World… and does that make you just tick?
And your best friends, Raoul and AJ Jenkynx, how are they for you? Are they going to come out and help you? Is the Big Dog going to save you from losing your title or is AJ going to break my neck and throw doll parts at me?
Your reputation has been decreasing to nothing more than a joke, and now you’re just going to be nothing more than a Japanese cuck. The more you continue to make a show of yourself, the wider that wedge between yourself and Chelsea is getting, and I’m sure you don’t want to lose out on the love of your life now, Arata, do you? It’s a very easy question of what’s more important to you… is it the mother of your child and the woman that you love the most or is it the Spartan Championship, the reputation of being a good champion here in OWA, your confidence and ego that helps you on being ‘The Self Made Man’. Tell me I’m wrong, Arata, and tell me both are important but if we’re being extremely real here… You can only choose one, and I can assure you that whatever you don’t pick… will not be yours by the end of the night but don’t worry, Arata, apparently I’m the one who’ll be overwhelmed by you and of course, my focus is on trying to be better than you.
You’re so fucking wrong, Arata, and you have no idea about how wrong you are. Stop trying to tell lies, I’m not afraid of you, and I sure as fucking hell was never afraid of Aria. I nearly had her beat, could you have done that? Be fucking real with me, COULD YOU HAVE DONE THAT? No, you couldn’t and you would never because if I could see through your bullshit and you’re not fucking fooling anyone.
Should I be scared of what you can do after I mentioned Chelsea and Rin? Come on, calling me Moongoose two point zero is cheap and not really effective when you come to think of it, because at least I haven’t broken into your home and threatened any of them, maybe it is the rules I try to obey… or the lack thereof. Come on, Arata, come and kill me. Come and fucking murder me as you’ve always wanted to! What’s yours is hers and what’s hers is yours, she has every right to be involved with this, Arata.
Shōjikina tokoro, kanojo wa mō anata o aishite inai to omoimasu.
For those without the foreign tongue, it means ‘To be honest, I don't think she loves you anymore’ and would I be correct? Well, as I’ll say for you once again, Arata… We’ll have to wait and see in Michigan.
Call me an attention whore, Arata, but at the end of the day, the spotlight always shines on me no matter what fucking happens. I always will get the last word, the last laugh, and there is no ‘bitch boy’ look… You either die being the hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain and believe me, Arata. I became the villain a very fucking long time ago.
I never was the hero, to begin with.
Hardcore Havoc, I put out the flame that is Arata Asakura. This weekend, I put out what should have never even started at Final Destination, I put out that reign of yours as Spartan Champion. Arata, you’re going to face me and you’re going to look me dead in the fucking eyes… after that… I’m not going to mess around as I did with Aria, but I am going to rip you apart -- not physically but emotionally. I’m going to rip you from your emotions, Arata, and you’ll have no focus on the task at hand and the fans, they’ll cheer on for me. Arata, count the days and make them count. Take things for granted, take the title you hold for granted, take the people who you love for granted because you’re going to have everything taken away from you, and I won’t be sorry about anything that happens to you.
I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.”
How have you been? I know we may not have met but I’m sure that someday we will, providing your “lover” isn’t much of the jealous type. I know what you might be thinking, why am I writing a letter to you of all people, shouldn’t I be worrying about Hardcore Havoc and Arata Asakura?
Well, yes, you would be right about that but I felt like I needed to write to you personally and since I have no other way of contacting you as of right now, a letter would do perfectly. I know that right now, Arata is in Florida and you are still in Japan with Rin and yourself, hopefully watching your boyfriend become the success he promises you to be. It was something I could not bear to watch, him lying right in front of your face like that, you really do deserve so much better than him, even if he’s your baby daddy. It’s easy to leave a liar, no matter the circumstances, so maybe that’s what might happen after Hardcore Havoc? I cannot allow a man to let his emotions get the better of you and let his sympathy be the decision-maker on if you should stay with him or not.
Trust me, I am no home wrecker. This is not my intention whatsoever, but I am just looking out for you, telling you what should be best for you. I can see what’s best, but Arata cannot, is that what you want in a man? My poor, sweet and innocent Chelsea, do not let this man control you any longer than he has. Find someone much better for you, much better for Rin, and live with yourself more happily than you could ever be. Otherwise, both of your names will be dragged through the dirt with his “work” and what would that mean for both you and the child? Is that what you would have wanted? I definitely do not think so, Chelsea.
So please, reconsider your relationship before it goes any further. Help yourself and your daughter, your lives are worth more than his. Oh, and always remember, I’ll wait for you with open arms, baby.
Faithfully yours,
Jason.
P.S. - Always remember, I’ll wait for you with open arms, baby.
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As we open the initial scene to a close up of the handwritten letter by the challenger come Hardcore Havoc, we capture a glimpse of the man as he sits at his writing desk and putting his pen down. A resounding grin on his face is captured as he carefully reads it to himself, making sure he captures every point and has it ready to be mailed by tomorrow morning. Maverick folds the small sheet of paper into three, grabbing an envelope from the side and placing the small letter into the light brown envelope. Using his tongue, he sticks the envelope shut and flips it over, writing on the front “CHELSEA” with a small heart right beside her name. There’s a sudden break of the silence that fills the room with a soft-spoken voice, one we’ve come to be familiar with as Rebecca steps into the room, she takes notice of Maverick sitting at his writing desk and becomes quickly confused at what he’s up to.
Rebecca Brookes: Are you writing a story for yourself again?
Maverick: A story... I guess you could call it that, just... my own personal story, written in a letter form.
Rebecca looks down onto Maverick and then to the letter before bringing her attention back to Maverick’s eyes, her confused look slightly turning into a smile. She brings herself into the sitting room, placing herself down onto the couch that lays against the wall of their penthouse home. Maverick places the letter into a locked drawer within his writing desk, locking it back up and placing the key back into his pocket. He then stands up and walks over to Rebecca, planting him down on the edge of the couch and looking down at her.
Maverick: There’s something on your mind... what is it?
Rebecca Brookes: You seem to be so obsessed over Arata and his girlfriend, I’m wondering if you’re taking this a bit too far?
Maverick chuckles to himself as he looks down to Rebecca, not smiling at all.
Maverick: I’m not taking this too far at all, it’s called Mind Games, something Arata should know too well. If you want me to stop, then I will, but this isn’t your game to play. It’s mine.
Rebecca Brookes: Jay, just listen to yourself!
Maverick: Rebecca, it’s not your fucking game to play with! You should be more worried about Gunner whatever his face is and that Spectre masky boy you’re facing this weekend.
Rebecca Brookes: I know that but-
Maverick continues to cut her off, her head bows.
Maverick: Rebecca, focus on your own task at hand, not mine. You don’t need to worry about what I’m doing, you’ve got your own place on the Odyssey roster to be worrying about. You promised me you wouldn’t fuck this up, you said you won’t embarrass me on your first night.
Rebecca Brookes: I know what I said, Jay.
Maverick: Good, because that’s the power of mind games. It breaks you down and makes you think twice about yourself. That… is exactly how I plan to turn Arata’s world upside down.
Maverick grabs a hold of her hand and pulls her up to her feet, he smiles in the hopes to get her back to smiling.
Maverick: I know you won’t embarrass me, just do your best, it’s all I could ask for.
Rebecca Brookes: I promise I won’t disapp-
Maverick: You won’t. The only way you could is to not hit your opponent, but considering your experience in combat sports… I doubt that’ll happen.
Maverick lets go of her hands and then heads into the bedroom, leaving the scene to fade to black.
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“I don’t seek a challenger, and not too many times have I been the challenger searching for a fight. Normally they do come for me or I take my shot and place myself into a match, and to be fair, it’s a very rare chance you see asking for a match. But, Arata Asakura, he was the one who challenged me… and you know what, it’s the first time in my life and my career that a CHAMPION has asked me to face them. It feels weird, I won’t lie. So to see me watch you talk about how my magic in putting on a good match was not what you searched for, it put me down a little. I thought you chose me because you wanted a good title defence, that’s the type of magic I thought you wanted.
Well, that took an unexpected turn, Arata…
Not only have you come to me and looked for a challenger but you sought some magic, you sought something that’s surpassed you through your entire career. Tell me, Arata, was that wise of you? If this wasn’t the magic you wanted, then why did you ask me for a match? If this wasn’t the magic you wanted when you asked me for a match at Hardcore Havoc, then what was your challenge then? It seems to me, Arata, you’ve been backpedalling everything you said at Kingdom because I know you said you wanted that magic with me and I knew you weren’t talking on some Harry Potter shit like it’s real, to begin with. You wanted that same magic I did with Aria, and I can guarantee you, that was fucking magic because you’ll never find a 24/7 Championship match that’s better than that match right there but it doesn’t worry me, you could have found someone else to make magic with on the roster because they’re so fucking good! If so, why didn’t you ask them? Arata, stop backpedalling. It’s not going to work, if anything, it makes you look a whole lot dumber than you are and believe me, I know you’re smart. You’re a lot smarter than anyone I’ve faced in the ring, you know how to take a man down more quickly than anyone like you could. You’re so talented, you’re the future of this company but good fucking god, why are you acting like a clown?
I expected better coming from a champion, I expected better coming from the challenger but not this, not by a long shot. What happened to you, Arata, did I touch a nerve? Did I hit something that’s affecting you immensely? Surely, I could not have done that so quick, it took me a while to get Aria swept off her feet and ready to pounce on me like a lioness looking for meat to feast on. For you, Arata, that’ll wear you down more than keep you hungry for the feast. I’m sure after my little love letter to Chelsea, you’d be begging to have my neck broken now, won’t you? I’m sure you’d be waiting very patiently for Hardcore Havoc to arrive all for you to pounce, but that’s the thing, Arata… by then, you’ll be worn out waiting for that bell to ring, your brain won’t understand what to do, you’ll be left confused and wondering ‘what the hell do I do now?’ whilst I just play the waiting game. The minute you pounce, you’re an easy target to kick down.
The minute you jump for me, you’ll be like an angry teddy bear, won’t you?
I expected better from you, Arata, especially when you have Jaydanne Pendragon whispering sweet nothings into your ear, letting you hear exactly what you need to fire yourself up and then you pass them down to Hana Nakajima and you know what happens then? Same thing, Arata, the sweet little nothings going into that child’s ear that helped you with nothing will be her downfall and it’ll be your fault she fails against me again. Isn’t that what you want, Arata? I would assume you wouldn’t want your students of the dojo to fail as their master has… do you? Look at yourself, Arata, you’re weak and you’re getting too vulnerable. And you’re getting so desperate too, you had to bring up my time in Wrestleworld too, you had to bring up Claudia Michaels here. Arata, do you not realize where this match is taking place? This is OWA, the Omega Wrestling Alliance -- This isn’t fucking Wrestleworld, and your Shogun Championship means nothing more than shit over here, we’re fighting for the Spartan Championship, not the Shogun Championship. If that’s the case, how was King of The World for you? Poor Arata couldn’t beat the same man that Havoc fucking beat four to five times over and over again before he got lucky and beat Havoc once. He’s King of The World… and does that make you just tick?
And your best friends, Raoul and AJ Jenkynx, how are they for you? Are they going to come out and help you? Is the Big Dog going to save you from losing your title or is AJ going to break my neck and throw doll parts at me?
Your reputation has been decreasing to nothing more than a joke, and now you’re just going to be nothing more than a Japanese cuck. The more you continue to make a show of yourself, the wider that wedge between yourself and Chelsea is getting, and I’m sure you don’t want to lose out on the love of your life now, Arata, do you? It’s a very easy question of what’s more important to you… is it the mother of your child and the woman that you love the most or is it the Spartan Championship, the reputation of being a good champion here in OWA, your confidence and ego that helps you on being ‘The Self Made Man’. Tell me I’m wrong, Arata, and tell me both are important but if we’re being extremely real here… You can only choose one, and I can assure you that whatever you don’t pick… will not be yours by the end of the night but don’t worry, Arata, apparently I’m the one who’ll be overwhelmed by you and of course, my focus is on trying to be better than you.
You’re so fucking wrong, Arata, and you have no idea about how wrong you are. Stop trying to tell lies, I’m not afraid of you, and I sure as fucking hell was never afraid of Aria. I nearly had her beat, could you have done that? Be fucking real with me, COULD YOU HAVE DONE THAT? No, you couldn’t and you would never because if I could see through your bullshit and you’re not fucking fooling anyone.
Should I be scared of what you can do after I mentioned Chelsea and Rin? Come on, calling me Moongoose two point zero is cheap and not really effective when you come to think of it, because at least I haven’t broken into your home and threatened any of them, maybe it is the rules I try to obey… or the lack thereof. Come on, Arata, come and kill me. Come and fucking murder me as you’ve always wanted to! What’s yours is hers and what’s hers is yours, she has every right to be involved with this, Arata.
Shōjikina tokoro, kanojo wa mō anata o aishite inai to omoimasu.
For those without the foreign tongue, it means ‘To be honest, I don't think she loves you anymore’ and would I be correct? Well, as I’ll say for you once again, Arata… We’ll have to wait and see in Michigan.
Call me an attention whore, Arata, but at the end of the day, the spotlight always shines on me no matter what fucking happens. I always will get the last word, the last laugh, and there is no ‘bitch boy’ look… You either die being the hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain and believe me, Arata. I became the villain a very fucking long time ago.
I never was the hero, to begin with.
Hardcore Havoc, I put out the flame that is Arata Asakura. This weekend, I put out what should have never even started at Final Destination, I put out that reign of yours as Spartan Champion. Arata, you’re going to face me and you’re going to look me dead in the fucking eyes… after that… I’m not going to mess around as I did with Aria, but I am going to rip you apart -- not physically but emotionally. I’m going to rip you from your emotions, Arata, and you’ll have no focus on the task at hand and the fans, they’ll cheer on for me. Arata, count the days and make them count. Take things for granted, take the title you hold for granted, take the people who you love for granted because you’re going to have everything taken away from you, and I won’t be sorry about anything that happens to you.
I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.”