Post by Dave D-Flipz on Apr 16, 2022 0:37:01 GMT -5
"There comes a point … when you can’t distinguish fiction from reality."
*A voiceover.*
Yeah I get it you’re an outcast, always under attack, always coming in last, bringing up the past, no one owes you anything.
*A soundtrack*
"I wonder how much you believe of the stuff you see … hear … and say. I question your grasp on sanity. And can we really rely on the narrator of the story? After all … Jason Mavis … Maverick … the Iconic Prince … the Prince of Immortality … the King … Jason Long … the realm guardian … I can hear Adrien Cochrane coming for you in copyright court now. Jason? Who the hell are you? Do you even know? Is any of what we see of you real?"
*Death Trap gets clotheslined down by Maverick into a pile of lethal legos. He arcs his back in agony. Seconds into the match and already he is regretting that damn briefcase.*
I think, you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass, so paranoid, watch your back!
"Oh we’ve fought before. Or have we? It’s hard to tell. I haven’t changed. I’m still the same man I was in 2020. A little older, a little wiser, a little more battle worn. But you? You give life to the phrase ‘new year, new you’. Don’t you Jay? And I thought I collected catchphrases and nicknames in my youth. At some point you need to stick with what works. And … what is that for you Maverick? At what point do you throw out the whole blueprint and start from scratch? Is that what this … this you … is now? Is this you trying something all new?"
*Maverick socks DT in the jaw then shoves a handful of lego bricks into his mouth and ICONKICK! DT falls to the mat in agony, spitting brick and blood.*
Oh my here we go, another loose cannon gone bipolar, stripped down couldn’t get much lower, quicksand’s got no sense of humor … I’m still laughing like hell.
"Is this the point where you find a girlfriend and fridge her like a DC comic in the ‘edgy’ nineties? Is this where you find a loved one of mine and desecrate the grave? You know … like a hero. A mother fucking avenging guardian hero."
*KINGDOM COLLAPSE! Right into a STORM ZERO! Maverick laughs as he pins the legend. ONE! TWO! Broken up by some guy nobody remembers. Roaring like a lion.*
You think that by crying to me looking so sorry, that I’m gonna believe you’ve been infected by a social disease? Well then take your medicine.
"I may have a history of head trauma, but … I never forget. And I haven’t forgotten. The disgust in my gut from being put down by such an irresponsible, unlikeable, monster. You didn’t deserve to represent this company. And here I was looking at the lights. But it didn’t end there."
*DT runs the ropes, looking for the Breakdown. Mav ducks the knee and catches The Main Attraction. INFINITY DRIVER! But Zoran Sainovic appears and dumps Mav right on top of DT then pins DT. One! Two! DT kicks out of his own will. Cut to later in the match, DT has Maverick on the scaffolding, Mike Lio joins him and they try to suplex Maverick. But before they can, Zoran sneaks under and powerbombs both, sending all three men crashing hard. Zoran looks at the downed Lio. Looks at the stirring DT. And decides to pin Maverick*
I’ve created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain, somehow I’m still here to explain that the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up and fight?
"How fitting. What you are … for real Jason … is … broken. And I am not the one to fix you. You are a bad man. You are a pariah. You are many things. But right now … you and James Raymond … are in … our … way."
Death Trap: There’s a lesson to be learned from what happened at Supremacy. Both in 2020 and 2022. A man’s heart is impossible to quantify. And a man’s spirit is not impossible to break. Maverick couldn’t hold up. For all his vaunted stamina, his immortality. He crumbled when others refused to quit. A very … bad man … walked away with my prize. I fought for so long to reach that height again. I gave everything. Only to walk away unsatisfied. So I kept fighting. And I came face to face with a bad man. And I took him to the limit. And earned my way back to my prize. That same man I beat? He tried to put on a costume and claim to be a good man. And then he showed what happens to a good man when they trust a snake.
*DT turns on the TV in his room and hits play. Adrien Cochrane’s head goes through the TV. Blood everywhere. The Chief Asshole standing over him, the leopard unable to change his spots.*
Death Trap: See ... that's the thing about being a generally good person. You will always run into people who want to take advantage of you. You will always find people who will use you, backstab you, demean you, and capitalize on you. And you will meet those that don't. And you can be the kind of person who assumes the worst and is pleasantly surprised ... or you can be the kind of person who expects the best and gets their heart stomped on.
*DT clicks the TV and the channel changes to more video of Jason Long and James Raymond at Masquerade II. He watches for a moment before he thinks.*
And me? Well, I'm in boat 2. See I try to give people chances. And I try to treat others as I want to be treated. But ... at heart, I think everyone is a little narcissistic. I want people to SEE the kind of person I am. I want them to KNOW I'm a good soul. I want them to remember me and my actions. There isn't a single person who knows me who would tell you I'm a humble man. The bravado, the face for the crowd. It's not an act. That's me.
*He sighs*
Me turned up to 11. I make no secret that I am an attention whore. I fully acknowledge that some people are turned off by my persona. I understand that I am brazen about who I am. The Main Attraction. At all times. And I make no apologies. Because at least I'm being honest. Can Anthony Caffrey say that? ... Can you Jason? The Prince? The King? The Immortal? The Maverick? What about you James? The aggressive violent asshole. The man with Kanyon’s number. The man who turned on his own beliefs to get a sip of that Caffrey mojo. And no, nobody cares Siri how long that reign was. Especially not James.
*DT stands up and looks around his hotel room. His bags sit on the bed, along with a gift bag given to him by his tag team partner.*
Death Trap: The two of you, betray everything you care about. Everything you love. It’s a sad existence. Paranoid. Mad. You must always hear the voices of people talking behind your backs. I pity you.
*He picks up the gift bag. It’s a vintage Death Trap XHF Action figure from when he first won the XHF World title in 2004.*
Death Trap: You don’t understand what this all means to me, do you? You are both so far up your own asses. This is the culmination of a two year journey. This is the final stop on the road to a career that has spanned twenty years. The dream of a kid who couldn’t hack it playing baseball. This one match … this right now … means everything to me.
*He tosses the figure onto the pillow of the bed and turns the channel to highlights from the 2020 rumble. Death Trap and Mistress Discipline … final six … final five. He smiles as he reclines onto his bed*
Mistress Discipline: This is the most important match we have ever had, Death Trap. This is the chance to finally achieve what we promised we would.
Sarah: GOLD!
Dr. Chaos: Oh you two act like there’s a chance those two guys could beat you! Puh-leeze! You guys are the most teamworking team in the business!
Death Trap: I will not take this lightly Chaos. This match really is the biggest one we’ve had together. For the actual titles. Not to earn the shot at them, not for points, not for the titles of a fed within the network. These are the top. The top of the class if you will.
*The team all gather at a table in a local Philadelphia restaurant. DT has an oversized cheese steak. He is half done. The others appear to have finished already. Slow eater. DT looks serious, even in this joyous moment.*
Death Trap: When I came to the XHF … I was looked at as an outsider, a lesser wrestler. And then I won the Phoenix title. And I won the US title. And I won the World title. I beat legends. I beat jokes. I dismembered an entire faction controlled by the very owner of the company. WITHOUT A GOAT EVEN!
*Chaos chuckles at this retort*
Death Trap: Two time X*Crown Champ. European Champ. But the only title I was eligible to win … and couldn’t … were the tag titles. It’s like a white whale. I couldn’t win with No Warning Shot. I couldn’t win with my best friend, and fellow XHF Legend, Gravedigger. And we failed in the Annihilator. I don’t think you guys understand how much I need this. NEED this. Not just to fulfill my promise to take Mistress to the top of the mountain and teach her everything I know. But to be able to close out my career, when that happens, with no regrets. No missed opportunities.
Mistress Discipline: I understand. You need that completion. Similar to Bloodied Fox talking about the AWF Grand Slam.
Dr. Chaos: Did that come with bacon or sausage?
Mistress Discipline: I fear if you answer that question you will get yourself cancelled, Chaos.
*Chaos ponders this … then realizes what she was asking and makes a motion to zip her lip*
Mistress Discipline: Do not worry, Death Trap. We will defeat these two. This is a standard tag match, our forte. We can employ all the teamwork we’ve built up over two years working together. Pull out all the stops. And surely one of them will tap out.
*DT smiles at this. He nods, and takes a huge bite of his sandwich.*
Death Trap: Yeah! Nd-
Dr. Chaos: DON’T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL!
*Chaos sprays him with a squirt bottle, DT recoils … then swallows the sandwich, beating his chest to avoid choking after this ordeal*
Death Trap: Right, sorry. I appreciate the kind words. You’re right of course. Alright. Let’s finally do what we set out to do. Let’s win the XHF Global tag team titles. And show everyone the name is not just a name. It’s a fact of life. Long and Raymond? They don’t know what they are in for.
Mistress Discipline: And I shall hear no more questions on the topic!
*A voiceover.*
Yeah I get it you’re an outcast, always under attack, always coming in last, bringing up the past, no one owes you anything.
*A soundtrack*
"I wonder how much you believe of the stuff you see … hear … and say. I question your grasp on sanity. And can we really rely on the narrator of the story? After all … Jason Mavis … Maverick … the Iconic Prince … the Prince of Immortality … the King … Jason Long … the realm guardian … I can hear Adrien Cochrane coming for you in copyright court now. Jason? Who the hell are you? Do you even know? Is any of what we see of you real?"
*Death Trap gets clotheslined down by Maverick into a pile of lethal legos. He arcs his back in agony. Seconds into the match and already he is regretting that damn briefcase.*
I think, you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass, so paranoid, watch your back!
"Oh we’ve fought before. Or have we? It’s hard to tell. I haven’t changed. I’m still the same man I was in 2020. A little older, a little wiser, a little more battle worn. But you? You give life to the phrase ‘new year, new you’. Don’t you Jay? And I thought I collected catchphrases and nicknames in my youth. At some point you need to stick with what works. And … what is that for you Maverick? At what point do you throw out the whole blueprint and start from scratch? Is that what this … this you … is now? Is this you trying something all new?"
*Maverick socks DT in the jaw then shoves a handful of lego bricks into his mouth and ICONKICK! DT falls to the mat in agony, spitting brick and blood.*
Oh my here we go, another loose cannon gone bipolar, stripped down couldn’t get much lower, quicksand’s got no sense of humor … I’m still laughing like hell.
"Is this the point where you find a girlfriend and fridge her like a DC comic in the ‘edgy’ nineties? Is this where you find a loved one of mine and desecrate the grave? You know … like a hero. A mother fucking avenging guardian hero."
*KINGDOM COLLAPSE! Right into a STORM ZERO! Maverick laughs as he pins the legend. ONE! TWO! Broken up by some guy nobody remembers. Roaring like a lion.*
You think that by crying to me looking so sorry, that I’m gonna believe you’ve been infected by a social disease? Well then take your medicine.
"I may have a history of head trauma, but … I never forget. And I haven’t forgotten. The disgust in my gut from being put down by such an irresponsible, unlikeable, monster. You didn’t deserve to represent this company. And here I was looking at the lights. But it didn’t end there."
*DT runs the ropes, looking for the Breakdown. Mav ducks the knee and catches The Main Attraction. INFINITY DRIVER! But Zoran Sainovic appears and dumps Mav right on top of DT then pins DT. One! Two! DT kicks out of his own will. Cut to later in the match, DT has Maverick on the scaffolding, Mike Lio joins him and they try to suplex Maverick. But before they can, Zoran sneaks under and powerbombs both, sending all three men crashing hard. Zoran looks at the downed Lio. Looks at the stirring DT. And decides to pin Maverick*
I’ve created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain, somehow I’m still here to explain that the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up and fight?
"How fitting. What you are … for real Jason … is … broken. And I am not the one to fix you. You are a bad man. You are a pariah. You are many things. But right now … you and James Raymond … are in … our … way."
Death Trap: There’s a lesson to be learned from what happened at Supremacy. Both in 2020 and 2022. A man’s heart is impossible to quantify. And a man’s spirit is not impossible to break. Maverick couldn’t hold up. For all his vaunted stamina, his immortality. He crumbled when others refused to quit. A very … bad man … walked away with my prize. I fought for so long to reach that height again. I gave everything. Only to walk away unsatisfied. So I kept fighting. And I came face to face with a bad man. And I took him to the limit. And earned my way back to my prize. That same man I beat? He tried to put on a costume and claim to be a good man. And then he showed what happens to a good man when they trust a snake.
*DT turns on the TV in his room and hits play. Adrien Cochrane’s head goes through the TV. Blood everywhere. The Chief Asshole standing over him, the leopard unable to change his spots.*
Death Trap: See ... that's the thing about being a generally good person. You will always run into people who want to take advantage of you. You will always find people who will use you, backstab you, demean you, and capitalize on you. And you will meet those that don't. And you can be the kind of person who assumes the worst and is pleasantly surprised ... or you can be the kind of person who expects the best and gets their heart stomped on.
*DT clicks the TV and the channel changes to more video of Jason Long and James Raymond at Masquerade II. He watches for a moment before he thinks.*
And me? Well, I'm in boat 2. See I try to give people chances. And I try to treat others as I want to be treated. But ... at heart, I think everyone is a little narcissistic. I want people to SEE the kind of person I am. I want them to KNOW I'm a good soul. I want them to remember me and my actions. There isn't a single person who knows me who would tell you I'm a humble man. The bravado, the face for the crowd. It's not an act. That's me.
*He sighs*
Me turned up to 11. I make no secret that I am an attention whore. I fully acknowledge that some people are turned off by my persona. I understand that I am brazen about who I am. The Main Attraction. At all times. And I make no apologies. Because at least I'm being honest. Can Anthony Caffrey say that? ... Can you Jason? The Prince? The King? The Immortal? The Maverick? What about you James? The aggressive violent asshole. The man with Kanyon’s number. The man who turned on his own beliefs to get a sip of that Caffrey mojo. And no, nobody cares Siri how long that reign was. Especially not James.
*DT stands up and looks around his hotel room. His bags sit on the bed, along with a gift bag given to him by his tag team partner.*
Death Trap: The two of you, betray everything you care about. Everything you love. It’s a sad existence. Paranoid. Mad. You must always hear the voices of people talking behind your backs. I pity you.
*He picks up the gift bag. It’s a vintage Death Trap XHF Action figure from when he first won the XHF World title in 2004.*
Death Trap: You don’t understand what this all means to me, do you? You are both so far up your own asses. This is the culmination of a two year journey. This is the final stop on the road to a career that has spanned twenty years. The dream of a kid who couldn’t hack it playing baseball. This one match … this right now … means everything to me.
*He tosses the figure onto the pillow of the bed and turns the channel to highlights from the 2020 rumble. Death Trap and Mistress Discipline … final six … final five. He smiles as he reclines onto his bed*
Mistress Discipline: This is the most important match we have ever had, Death Trap. This is the chance to finally achieve what we promised we would.
Sarah: GOLD!
Dr. Chaos: Oh you two act like there’s a chance those two guys could beat you! Puh-leeze! You guys are the most teamworking team in the business!
Death Trap: I will not take this lightly Chaos. This match really is the biggest one we’ve had together. For the actual titles. Not to earn the shot at them, not for points, not for the titles of a fed within the network. These are the top. The top of the class if you will.
*The team all gather at a table in a local Philadelphia restaurant. DT has an oversized cheese steak. He is half done. The others appear to have finished already. Slow eater. DT looks serious, even in this joyous moment.*
Death Trap: When I came to the XHF … I was looked at as an outsider, a lesser wrestler. And then I won the Phoenix title. And I won the US title. And I won the World title. I beat legends. I beat jokes. I dismembered an entire faction controlled by the very owner of the company. WITHOUT A GOAT EVEN!
*Chaos chuckles at this retort*
Death Trap: Two time X*Crown Champ. European Champ. But the only title I was eligible to win … and couldn’t … were the tag titles. It’s like a white whale. I couldn’t win with No Warning Shot. I couldn’t win with my best friend, and fellow XHF Legend, Gravedigger. And we failed in the Annihilator. I don’t think you guys understand how much I need this. NEED this. Not just to fulfill my promise to take Mistress to the top of the mountain and teach her everything I know. But to be able to close out my career, when that happens, with no regrets. No missed opportunities.
Mistress Discipline: I understand. You need that completion. Similar to Bloodied Fox talking about the AWF Grand Slam.
Dr. Chaos: Did that come with bacon or sausage?
Mistress Discipline: I fear if you answer that question you will get yourself cancelled, Chaos.
*Chaos ponders this … then realizes what she was asking and makes a motion to zip her lip*
Mistress Discipline: Do not worry, Death Trap. We will defeat these two. This is a standard tag match, our forte. We can employ all the teamwork we’ve built up over two years working together. Pull out all the stops. And surely one of them will tap out.
*DT smiles at this. He nods, and takes a huge bite of his sandwich.*
Death Trap: Yeah! Nd-
Dr. Chaos: DON’T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL!
*Chaos sprays him with a squirt bottle, DT recoils … then swallows the sandwich, beating his chest to avoid choking after this ordeal*
Death Trap: Right, sorry. I appreciate the kind words. You’re right of course. Alright. Let’s finally do what we set out to do. Let’s win the XHF Global tag team titles. And show everyone the name is not just a name. It’s a fact of life. Long and Raymond? They don’t know what they are in for.
Mistress Discipline: And I shall hear no more questions on the topic!
