Graveyard of The Weakened | Northern Pro Lethal Lottery | #1
Nov 19, 2020 3:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Mav. on Nov 19, 2020 3:55:43 GMT -5
Second chances...
The cold open brings us within the office inside of the penthouse home of Maverick, the former XHF X*Crown Champion had already given a solid performance in his Round One competition but failed to capture himself a win after some deliberate outside interference. The King wasn’t too pleased with that happening and has felt somewhat angered by the actions of some men, nonetheless, Maverick sat at his oak wood desk and staring blankly at a computer screen, checking out NPW.com for the upcoming Second Chance show on the 25th.
Every moment of your life is a second chance.
That’s what the old quote reminded me of, and I like to think that I could live up to that quote, but there’s nothing that I can do for anyone when a second chance gets me nowhere but a step closer. If I have to face nine other men to secure my second chance then what is the exact point of capturing it?
I’ll tell you.
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There is none.
None whatsoever. I could be in AWF right now, capturing the Prestige Championship and call it a second chance. I could be in Next Level Wrestling right now, capturing the Heavyweight Championship and call it a second chance. For a man that’s already been at the top of the mountain many times before, this is no second chance, this is simply just being as good as you were.
No need for the term ‘second chance’.
I’ll tell you.
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There is none.
None whatsoever. I could be in AWF right now, capturing the Prestige Championship and call it a second chance. I could be in Next Level Wrestling right now, capturing the Heavyweight Championship and call it a second chance. For a man that’s already been at the top of the mountain many times before, this is no second chance, this is simply just being as good as you were.
No need for the term ‘second chance’.
But sometimes people think that those two words are motivation… for what though? Hell if I fucking know, I think the term is full of shit, much like this fucking match, much like how I had to take that loss in the first round. They say star performance, I say fucking cheated. They say best match of the night, I say glory-hunting bastards. They thought that with me taking that loss, I’d tuck my tail between my fucking legs and walk but here I am being forced into something that…
The longer that The King sat back and thought of more to add onto his sentence, the more he began to think about himself and his skill, his abilities, his in-ring work and his own determination.
Shit, I don’t really fucking need this match to prove that I’m better than anyone in Nothern Pro Wrestling.
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I don’t need this match at all to tell myself that I have to be one of the final two or I don’t get my place as the number one or two slot of the Championship Rumble. I know I’m good, I know I am fucking great and when you’re great- you are fucking golden. I can relate to that so much that it isn’t even funny anymore. That is something I don’t need to prove to anyone, I’ve already done it so many times that even trying at this point is unnecessary and downright idiotic for me to do. This is why I think the term of ‘second chance’ is nothing more than a pile of shit. Much like the men and whoever the fuck enters the match are.
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I don’t need this match at all to tell myself that I have to be one of the final two or I don’t get my place as the number one or two slot of the Championship Rumble. I know I’m good, I know I am fucking great and when you’re great- you are fucking golden. I can relate to that so much that it isn’t even funny anymore. That is something I don’t need to prove to anyone, I’ve already done it so many times that even trying at this point is unnecessary and downright idiotic for me to do. This is why I think the term of ‘second chance’ is nothing more than a pile of shit. Much like the men and whoever the fuck enters the match are.
To put things into a much simpler terms, the line up is fucking atrocious when compared to the likes of me. A list of nobodies lined up with someone like me, it’s like finding the needle in the haystack if it was eight feet wide and ten feet tall. People like Nicholas Windsor or even Solomon Graham, Danu-whatever the fuck name that is or even Bryan Chase. Sure, these might be big names to some of you but to me- I don’t know them and nor do I care to know them. They’re all on the shit list.
Primal is there and I’ve heard that it’s Death Trap under the mask but that’s a fifteen year old myth that’s probably fiction. None of these names even ring out a man who deserves a second chance… especially that tall, lumped over fucking cunt named Scott Steel.
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Oh, you…
Man how much you’ve pissed me the fuck right off when you pulled your fucking stunt on me during a match where I almost had Dane beat again. Don’t think you’ve walked away from this all high and mighty, Quasimodo, because quite frankly I have a lot of anger and frustration to be let out still and you are one of those people I’ve been really fucking pissed off about. Now I don’t get your fucking deal with me or even Eric Dane to help him out but if you think I’m supposed to be even somewhat afraid of you then you are quite fucking mistaken, Quasimodo.
Man how much you’ve pissed me the fuck right off when you pulled your fucking stunt on me during a match where I almost had Dane beat again. Don’t think you’ve walked away from this all high and mighty, Quasimodo, because quite frankly I have a lot of anger and frustration to be let out still and you are one of those people I’ve been really fucking pissed off about. Now I don’t get your fucking deal with me or even Eric Dane to help him out but if you think I’m supposed to be even somewhat afraid of you then you are quite fucking mistaken, Quasimodo.
Maverick curls his hand up into a fist, the sounds of his fingers cracking as he does so is heard loudly in the quiet environment as he places his fist down onto the oak wood desk in a slow manner.
I don’t want to hear your stupid fucking autistic screeching or even your ‘ME BIG MAN, ME BIG STRONG, POWERBOMB CITY’ because at the end of the day, it doesn't mean shit to me.
Verbal diarrhea is all that comes out of your mouth when you do decide to fucking speak every so often. Nobody is afraid of you, not even I am, because I’ve encountered the likes of you so many times that it’s a repetitive schtick that gets old and tired and worn the fuck out.
But you know what doesn’t?
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Being fucking good at what you do.
Verbal diarrhea is all that comes out of your mouth when you do decide to fucking speak every so often. Nobody is afraid of you, not even I am, because I’ve encountered the likes of you so many times that it’s a repetitive schtick that gets old and tired and worn the fuck out.
But you know what doesn’t?
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Being fucking good at what you do.
I am fucking good at what I do, I am fucking ASTOUNDING at what I do in that ring so you know for a fact that I am going to win that little shitty match with a complete list of jobbers as opponents and I hope to fucking christ that you make it to the very end, Scott, because when Crown of a Champion II happens… I want one thing to do in that main event out of anything in the fucking world.
I want to beat the fucking shit out of you and Eric Dane at the same time.
