Post by johnnymaverick on May 6, 2021 18:04:53 GMT -5
New Orleans. A month or so ago.
After a small nap, Adrien Cochrane was briefly reflecting on what a relatively normal day he had been having so far amidst all the chaos lately. This was a mistake. Thinking this was definitely a mistake. He had felt the weight in the bed shift and assumed his lovely wife had joined him in bed so he rolled over to greet her. He was both surprised and not surprised to find a fully clothed Johnny Maverick in his bed with him.
Johnny Maverick: “You remember who I am, right?”
Adrien Cochrane: “Sometimes I wish I didn’t.”
Johnny Maverick: “Like, point blank. Tell me my name. Right now. And a good memory of me. And a bad memory of me. And something only you would know about me.”
The Dropkick King wipes his eyes a bit to make sure what he was seeing was real. Sure enough, Johnny Maverick was right in front of him. Adrien knows the best thing to do in these situations is to humor his friend.
Adrien Cochrane: “Your name is Johnathan Fitzsimmons. Most people know you as Johnny Maverick. I guess the best memory I have is you knocking on my door with Ollie and telling me you were prepared to fight alongside me with the Guardians. The bad memory, I guess we could say, was you trying to break my arm for the Evolution Championship. Do these answers suffice?”
Johnny Maverick: “I feel like in the grand scheme of our friendship, me trying to snap your arm is mixed positive and negative but yeah, that works. Save for the thing that only I would know. How else do I know if I’m real or not?”
Clearly something was weighing heavy on the mind of Johnny. Especially since he seemingly travelled from Washington DC to Louisiana to attempt to lift that weight. It doesn’t hurt that he also REALLY likes a good beignet.
Adrien Cochrane: “To be fair, the only other person with us that on the good memory was your brother. And why are you thinking you’re not real?”
Cochrane pokes Maverick’s shoulder with his index finger.
Adrien Cochrane: “You have a physical form of matter. You are flesh, bone, and blood… in my presence. Can you hand me my shirt since you’re here?”
Johnny rolls out of the bed and grabs the nearest tee-shirt. A Guardians shirt, conveniently. He tossed it to Adrien.
Johnny Maverick: “It seems like everywhere I go since signing at this new place everyone is calling me ‘The New Maverick’ and it feels like 14 years of my life have been erased. Honestly that would kinda be a relief because I’d have fewer divorces and maybe I woulda spent that ten years of substance abuse knitting or mastering the accordion instead. No, see I know Johnathan Fitzsimmons is real. He gets mail. He pays taxes. He’s doing his best to be a dad. Is Johnny Maverick real?”
Adrien Cochrane: “You’re as real as I am. I mean, you think the other Maverick’s birth name is Maverick? It’s not. It’s Jason Long. And yeah, you’ve been using the Maverick name longer but he’s been in this specific circle longer. But that doesn’t erase your past. Our match at WrestleForce still happened. Hell, that match between us the whole reason that thing is in my life…”
Cochrane points over at the recently redesigned X*Crown Championship, sitting on his dresser. The leather straps are now a light blue instead of white. And instead of the monotone gold design of the previous belt, the gold is offset with a giant silver X in the middle of it.
Adrien Cochrane: “Let’s back up a bit. Where did the name Maverick come from? How did you become Johnny Maverick when you first hit that wrestling ring?”
Johnny Maverick: “...it is not a cool story. At about 17, I decided on the name Johnny Chaos. That lasted a few months then a guy on the roster who already had the last name ‘Chaos’ who had tenure wanted me to change it. I was Johnny Swagger for a SINGLE show before I decided to look up ‘Rebel’ in the thesaurus and chose ‘Maverick’. As boring as that story is it did sorta feel like destiny. Like, I wasn’t picking a name. More like my real name had taken 18 years to find ME.”
Adrien Cochrane: “I don’t think the fact that someone just happened to be using the same rebellious name as you erases your past. You’ve been using the name Johnny Maverick since you were 18. Johnny, that’s 15 years. And it’s not like Jason used it as a last name. He just used it as a mononymous ring name... Maverick, but his friends still called him Jason. Hell, he’s not even using the name Maverick anymore.”
Cochrane rubs the bridge between his eyes. He’s still not fully awake despite being able to speak coherently.
Adrien Cochrane: “Your identity should never be defined by any other person. There’s only one person who determines that. That’s you. You decide who you are when you get out of bed… and apparently fly to New Orleans to surprise me. Your actions and your own mind are in charge of who you are. Not someone on a wrestling roster who just used a similar ring name to yours by sheer happenstance.”
Johnny Maverick: “I flew coach, too. I feel like garbage. 3 hours in a flying rock tumbler with my knees basically behind my head for all the room I had. I’m getting distracted. I just want that fifteen years to matter, ya know I… wait a minute.”
There is a pause and Johnny has the realization face. Adrien has known Johnny long enough to know that about 75% of the time that leads to trouble.
Johnny Maverick: “I’m an asshole!”
Johnny announces this as if it is a profound realization. The way a cartoon professor would declare ‘Eureka!’
Johnny Maverick: “Adrien. You sexy genius. You’re right! No one here knows me yet and I’ve been a total asshole! What is it you’re supposed to do in a new place with new people?”
Adrien Cochrane: “I dropkick them a few times until they realize why I have my nickname.”
Johnny Maverick: “But that’s just another way of...INTRODUCING YOURSELF. Oh. Oh that’s it. I’m gonna introduce myself. I’m gonna Johnny Maverick so fucking hard all over their faces they’ll be FORCED to come to terms with their new daddy. I mean, the new Maverick. I made it inappropriate. I’m GOING to make it inappropriate. I have so much work to do.”
Johnny turns and storms out of the room. There is a moment of silence. He storms back into the room.
Johnny Maverick: “I mean obviously not RIGHT now. Wanna go grab lunch? Also I’m sorry if your kid starts saying ‘asshole’. That was really loud. That’s my bad.”
Adrien Cochrane: “There are worse words for them to learn from their Uncle Johnny, let’s be real. Yeah. Let me just look presentable to the public first.”
___________
He removes his mouth guard to speak.
Johnny Maverick: “Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen and everything in between. Friends, Neighbors, and your neighbors friends. Fellow glorious vibrations in the mind of the one true God whose name is Love. Some people call me The Sexy Psychic Savior of the Suplex. Some people call me The Hoodie General. Some people call me Maurice. I don’t know why they call me that last one. That is very much not my name. If you call me Maurice I will be very confused.”
Johnny is in his full ring gear along with a Hoodie denoting his status of Leadership of the Hoodie Ninjas. Johnny is standing in the ring of the Maverick Compound, located in an undisclosed location and serving as his training area as well as the residence for many of the Hoodie Ninja’s. He starts to remove his MMA gloves.
Johnny Maverick: “I know a lot of you have been calling me ‘The New Maverick’. Well, you know what...that’s fine. I’ve been Johnny Maverick for about 15 years but if you don’t know who I am? That’s on me. That’s my bad. That’s why I’m not going to flaunt any of my past accomplishments or titles. I’m not going to tell you about all the amazing things I have done. That would be boring. You deserve better than that. You deserve a massage, a steak dinner, and solidly executed mouth love on whatever genitals you possess but we’d run out of steak and my jaw would lock up before we could make that happen. I’m here to tell you WHO I am and what I am GOING to do.”
With his gloves off, Johnny unzips his hoodie and takes it off, tossing it aside.
Johnny Maverick: “Johnny Maverick is much more than a handsome face, charming demeanor, and what can only be described as a ‘really rad weiner’. He is the commander of an army of loyal hooded ninjas for reasons too stupid to go into at length. He has a smoking hot future-wife who often allows him to touch her butt. He is, with good reason, banned from most Red Lobster restaurants.”
Johnny bends down and begins removing his kickpads and boots.
Johnny Maverick: “He is a Guardian, a Father, and lord of all suplexes. No one does a better armbar than him and he calls his armbar ‘The Perfect Armbar’ confident that this is the case.”
Once the kickpads and boots are off, Johnny Maverick stands back up properly and starts removing his shirt.
Johnny Maverick: “But most importantly than any of that...when you peel away all the eccentricities and the fun stuff Johnny Maverick will absolutely make utter fuckmuckery of your face. Once that bell rings Johnny Maverick will wrestle your whole month shitty. He will bend you, stretch you, and when all is said and done you have to go back to your people and say ‘Yeah, I got punked out by the silly guy.’ He loves that part.
Johnny drops his fight shorts and the camera pulls in just in time to miss him presumably also dropping his boxer briefs.
Johnny Maverick: “Who he is...who I am… above all else… is Johnny goddamn Maverick.
The camera pans out and we find that Johnny is now wearing ONLY the ‘I’m Johnny Maverick’ World Championship.
Johnny Maverick: “By all means, fuck around and find out.”
After a small nap, Adrien Cochrane was briefly reflecting on what a relatively normal day he had been having so far amidst all the chaos lately. This was a mistake. Thinking this was definitely a mistake. He had felt the weight in the bed shift and assumed his lovely wife had joined him in bed so he rolled over to greet her. He was both surprised and not surprised to find a fully clothed Johnny Maverick in his bed with him.
Johnny Maverick: “You remember who I am, right?”
Adrien Cochrane: “Sometimes I wish I didn’t.”
Johnny Maverick: “Like, point blank. Tell me my name. Right now. And a good memory of me. And a bad memory of me. And something only you would know about me.”
The Dropkick King wipes his eyes a bit to make sure what he was seeing was real. Sure enough, Johnny Maverick was right in front of him. Adrien knows the best thing to do in these situations is to humor his friend.
Adrien Cochrane: “Your name is Johnathan Fitzsimmons. Most people know you as Johnny Maverick. I guess the best memory I have is you knocking on my door with Ollie and telling me you were prepared to fight alongside me with the Guardians. The bad memory, I guess we could say, was you trying to break my arm for the Evolution Championship. Do these answers suffice?”
Johnny Maverick: “I feel like in the grand scheme of our friendship, me trying to snap your arm is mixed positive and negative but yeah, that works. Save for the thing that only I would know. How else do I know if I’m real or not?”
Clearly something was weighing heavy on the mind of Johnny. Especially since he seemingly travelled from Washington DC to Louisiana to attempt to lift that weight. It doesn’t hurt that he also REALLY likes a good beignet.
Adrien Cochrane: “To be fair, the only other person with us that on the good memory was your brother. And why are you thinking you’re not real?”
Cochrane pokes Maverick’s shoulder with his index finger.
Adrien Cochrane: “You have a physical form of matter. You are flesh, bone, and blood… in my presence. Can you hand me my shirt since you’re here?”
Johnny rolls out of the bed and grabs the nearest tee-shirt. A Guardians shirt, conveniently. He tossed it to Adrien.
Johnny Maverick: “It seems like everywhere I go since signing at this new place everyone is calling me ‘The New Maverick’ and it feels like 14 years of my life have been erased. Honestly that would kinda be a relief because I’d have fewer divorces and maybe I woulda spent that ten years of substance abuse knitting or mastering the accordion instead. No, see I know Johnathan Fitzsimmons is real. He gets mail. He pays taxes. He’s doing his best to be a dad. Is Johnny Maverick real?”
Adrien Cochrane: “You’re as real as I am. I mean, you think the other Maverick’s birth name is Maverick? It’s not. It’s Jason Long. And yeah, you’ve been using the Maverick name longer but he’s been in this specific circle longer. But that doesn’t erase your past. Our match at WrestleForce still happened. Hell, that match between us the whole reason that thing is in my life…”
Cochrane points over at the recently redesigned X*Crown Championship, sitting on his dresser. The leather straps are now a light blue instead of white. And instead of the monotone gold design of the previous belt, the gold is offset with a giant silver X in the middle of it.
Adrien Cochrane: “Let’s back up a bit. Where did the name Maverick come from? How did you become Johnny Maverick when you first hit that wrestling ring?”
Johnny Maverick: “...it is not a cool story. At about 17, I decided on the name Johnny Chaos. That lasted a few months then a guy on the roster who already had the last name ‘Chaos’ who had tenure wanted me to change it. I was Johnny Swagger for a SINGLE show before I decided to look up ‘Rebel’ in the thesaurus and chose ‘Maverick’. As boring as that story is it did sorta feel like destiny. Like, I wasn’t picking a name. More like my real name had taken 18 years to find ME.”
Adrien Cochrane: “I don’t think the fact that someone just happened to be using the same rebellious name as you erases your past. You’ve been using the name Johnny Maverick since you were 18. Johnny, that’s 15 years. And it’s not like Jason used it as a last name. He just used it as a mononymous ring name... Maverick, but his friends still called him Jason. Hell, he’s not even using the name Maverick anymore.”
Cochrane rubs the bridge between his eyes. He’s still not fully awake despite being able to speak coherently.
Adrien Cochrane: “Your identity should never be defined by any other person. There’s only one person who determines that. That’s you. You decide who you are when you get out of bed… and apparently fly to New Orleans to surprise me. Your actions and your own mind are in charge of who you are. Not someone on a wrestling roster who just used a similar ring name to yours by sheer happenstance.”
Johnny Maverick: “I flew coach, too. I feel like garbage. 3 hours in a flying rock tumbler with my knees basically behind my head for all the room I had. I’m getting distracted. I just want that fifteen years to matter, ya know I… wait a minute.”
There is a pause and Johnny has the realization face. Adrien has known Johnny long enough to know that about 75% of the time that leads to trouble.
Johnny Maverick: “I’m an asshole!”
Johnny announces this as if it is a profound realization. The way a cartoon professor would declare ‘Eureka!’
Johnny Maverick: “Adrien. You sexy genius. You’re right! No one here knows me yet and I’ve been a total asshole! What is it you’re supposed to do in a new place with new people?”
Adrien Cochrane: “I dropkick them a few times until they realize why I have my nickname.”
Johnny Maverick: “But that’s just another way of...INTRODUCING YOURSELF. Oh. Oh that’s it. I’m gonna introduce myself. I’m gonna Johnny Maverick so fucking hard all over their faces they’ll be FORCED to come to terms with their new daddy. I mean, the new Maverick. I made it inappropriate. I’m GOING to make it inappropriate. I have so much work to do.”
Johnny turns and storms out of the room. There is a moment of silence. He storms back into the room.
Johnny Maverick: “I mean obviously not RIGHT now. Wanna go grab lunch? Also I’m sorry if your kid starts saying ‘asshole’. That was really loud. That’s my bad.”
Adrien Cochrane: “There are worse words for them to learn from their Uncle Johnny, let’s be real. Yeah. Let me just look presentable to the public first.”
___________
He removes his mouth guard to speak.
Johnny Maverick: “Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen and everything in between. Friends, Neighbors, and your neighbors friends. Fellow glorious vibrations in the mind of the one true God whose name is Love. Some people call me The Sexy Psychic Savior of the Suplex. Some people call me The Hoodie General. Some people call me Maurice. I don’t know why they call me that last one. That is very much not my name. If you call me Maurice I will be very confused.”
Johnny is in his full ring gear along with a Hoodie denoting his status of Leadership of the Hoodie Ninjas. Johnny is standing in the ring of the Maverick Compound, located in an undisclosed location and serving as his training area as well as the residence for many of the Hoodie Ninja’s. He starts to remove his MMA gloves.
Johnny Maverick: “I know a lot of you have been calling me ‘The New Maverick’. Well, you know what...that’s fine. I’ve been Johnny Maverick for about 15 years but if you don’t know who I am? That’s on me. That’s my bad. That’s why I’m not going to flaunt any of my past accomplishments or titles. I’m not going to tell you about all the amazing things I have done. That would be boring. You deserve better than that. You deserve a massage, a steak dinner, and solidly executed mouth love on whatever genitals you possess but we’d run out of steak and my jaw would lock up before we could make that happen. I’m here to tell you WHO I am and what I am GOING to do.”
With his gloves off, Johnny unzips his hoodie and takes it off, tossing it aside.
Johnny Maverick: “Johnny Maverick is much more than a handsome face, charming demeanor, and what can only be described as a ‘really rad weiner’. He is the commander of an army of loyal hooded ninjas for reasons too stupid to go into at length. He has a smoking hot future-wife who often allows him to touch her butt. He is, with good reason, banned from most Red Lobster restaurants.”
Johnny bends down and begins removing his kickpads and boots.
Johnny Maverick: “He is a Guardian, a Father, and lord of all suplexes. No one does a better armbar than him and he calls his armbar ‘The Perfect Armbar’ confident that this is the case.”
Once the kickpads and boots are off, Johnny Maverick stands back up properly and starts removing his shirt.
Johnny Maverick: “But most importantly than any of that...when you peel away all the eccentricities and the fun stuff Johnny Maverick will absolutely make utter fuckmuckery of your face. Once that bell rings Johnny Maverick will wrestle your whole month shitty. He will bend you, stretch you, and when all is said and done you have to go back to your people and say ‘Yeah, I got punked out by the silly guy.’ He loves that part.
Johnny drops his fight shorts and the camera pulls in just in time to miss him presumably also dropping his boxer briefs.
Johnny Maverick: “Who he is...who I am… above all else… is Johnny goddamn Maverick.
The camera pans out and we find that Johnny is now wearing ONLY the ‘I’m Johnny Maverick’ World Championship.
Johnny Maverick: “By all means, fuck around and find out.”