Post by Mav. on Sept 17, 2018 10:27:54 GMT -5
Maverick's perfect week in ICW began wonderful then ended in disaster.
He finally won his first set of gold by becoming the NEWWWW ICW Tag Team Champion.
But by Monday Night, It went down hill and the luck of the Irish faded away...
Tuesday, September 26th
Maverick and Sarah head for Birmingham for the second last show of the Tour. They booked a hotel in advance.
Whilst Sarah drived up to Birmingham from London, Maverick sat in the passenger seat with a look of nervousness and like scared.
What's wrong? I never seen that look on you
I need a break from wrestling. I just won the Tag Title and if I take a break, I might have to vacate it. I don't want to do that but I feel depressed and a break really is deserved. I'll do the show in Birmingham and Wexford but this is a serious problem. I need some time on my own.
Is this what you really want?
Yes.
Maverick's mind tells him to take a break but his body tells him he will lose everything he earned in ICW. He wants to be Champion for as long as he can keep the fight in him but his mental health is driving him to vacate and leave.
Wednesday, September 27th
Maverick is sitting in his hotel room on his own. He overthinks his thoughts and it turns into a full on rant. He sets up a digital camera on him as he sits on his bed.
This is too much for me. Bobby we, my friend, are playing the game of us messing around. I fuck you up, you fuck me up, and we put that on repeat. For some reason, you decide to show up at Shattered Reflection. You handed Jack the Tag Team Championships as I watched on. You didn't hand the title to me, just Jack.
This is ruining everything for me, my reputation to be the best. I've decided to leave ICW, for now, after the show in Wexford. There's so many things on my mind that need space to do it and some time to do it. What was on my mind?
Lucas Rieter and his Soviet Shitbag... I'm not dissing Lucas, he is a good guy but I don't get along with Duke. They're not the problem. Its me. I'm the problem. I need a change in my life, I did that when I came here to ICW but Lucas brought out the side I never wanted back. The bad side that will say anything and do anything when pleased. I never wanted that back. This prosperous group isn't for me, but maybe that's what I'm saying to myself now but I will be more vicious when I come back from this break. Now, since I have two more shows to appear in until then...
Bobby and Jack, two of ICW's finest and best, and maybe the new best friends. What are you getting out of this Jack? Did Bobby trade Jenny's nudes for a shot at your World Heavyweight Championship? Maybe that's something you've done before already. You two are gonna be carbon copies of Brock Lesnar and Goldberg within a few years, just two part timers fighting for the top title in ICW. I ain't here to play games, I'm not here for the fucking laugh of it. I'm here to make a name for myself. This is my war and I am willing to fight it on my own if I have to.
Maverick turns off the camera, he knew he wasn't done but he couldn't take it. He thrashes up the room and walks out, gets in his car, and drives away.
His location is unknown for the next few days, with Sarah getting worried for him, no text or communication to him.
Sunday, September 31st
Maverick pulls up outside of the hotel, he walks in and runs straight to his hotel room. Sarah is in the room crying about Maverick not showing up or answering the phone to her. Maverick walks into the room, Sarah jumps out of bed and hugs Maverick.
Where the hell have you been? Why haven't you answered my texts and calls? Please stay with me, and we can talk about this.
As Sarah says all of this, Maverick doesn't open his mouth at all. He grabs his gear bag, his wallet. As Sarah finishes talking, Maverick grabs Sarah's arm and drags her out the door.
Please... Come with me...
He finally won his first set of gold by becoming the NEWWWW ICW Tag Team Champion.
But by Monday Night, It went down hill and the luck of the Irish faded away...
[Maverick can't believe it! He starts to argue with the referee, and Danny gets a chance to recover. He even pushes the referee a little, but Danny gets up, sweaty and exhausted... Danny Ray lifts Maverick up!!! "Family Time" (Torture Rack) Maverick is getting shook up Lex Luger style! Maverick doesn't give and Danny is too tired to keep him up, he falls back... and basically hits a samoan drop! Cover!]
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LaDawn: Your winner and NEW Shooting Star #1 Contender.... DDDDAAAAAAANNNNNY RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
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LaDawn: Your winner and NEW Shooting Star #1 Contender.... DDDDAAAAAAANNNNNY RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
Maverick and Sarah head for Birmingham for the second last show of the Tour. They booked a hotel in advance.
Whilst Sarah drived up to Birmingham from London, Maverick sat in the passenger seat with a look of nervousness and like scared.
What's wrong? I never seen that look on you
I need a break from wrestling. I just won the Tag Title and if I take a break, I might have to vacate it. I don't want to do that but I feel depressed and a break really is deserved. I'll do the show in Birmingham and Wexford but this is a serious problem. I need some time on my own.
Is this what you really want?
Yes.
Maverick's mind tells him to take a break but his body tells him he will lose everything he earned in ICW. He wants to be Champion for as long as he can keep the fight in him but his mental health is driving him to vacate and leave.
Wednesday, September 27th
Maverick is sitting in his hotel room on his own. He overthinks his thoughts and it turns into a full on rant. He sets up a digital camera on him as he sits on his bed.
This is too much for me. Bobby we, my friend, are playing the game of us messing around. I fuck you up, you fuck me up, and we put that on repeat. For some reason, you decide to show up at Shattered Reflection. You handed Jack the Tag Team Championships as I watched on. You didn't hand the title to me, just Jack.
This is ruining everything for me, my reputation to be the best. I've decided to leave ICW, for now, after the show in Wexford. There's so many things on my mind that need space to do it and some time to do it. What was on my mind?
Lucas Rieter and his Soviet Shitbag... I'm not dissing Lucas, he is a good guy but I don't get along with Duke. They're not the problem. Its me. I'm the problem. I need a change in my life, I did that when I came here to ICW but Lucas brought out the side I never wanted back. The bad side that will say anything and do anything when pleased. I never wanted that back. This prosperous group isn't for me, but maybe that's what I'm saying to myself now but I will be more vicious when I come back from this break. Now, since I have two more shows to appear in until then...
Bobby and Jack, two of ICW's finest and best, and maybe the new best friends. What are you getting out of this Jack? Did Bobby trade Jenny's nudes for a shot at your World Heavyweight Championship? Maybe that's something you've done before already. You two are gonna be carbon copies of Brock Lesnar and Goldberg within a few years, just two part timers fighting for the top title in ICW. I ain't here to play games, I'm not here for the fucking laugh of it. I'm here to make a name for myself. This is my war and I am willing to fight it on my own if I have to.
Maverick turns off the camera, he knew he wasn't done but he couldn't take it. He thrashes up the room and walks out, gets in his car, and drives away.
His location is unknown for the next few days, with Sarah getting worried for him, no text or communication to him.
Sunday, September 31st
Maverick pulls up outside of the hotel, he walks in and runs straight to his hotel room. Sarah is in the room crying about Maverick not showing up or answering the phone to her. Maverick walks into the room, Sarah jumps out of bed and hugs Maverick.
Where the hell have you been? Why haven't you answered my texts and calls? Please stay with me, and we can talk about this.
As Sarah says all of this, Maverick doesn't open his mouth at all. He grabs his gear bag, his wallet. As Sarah finishes talking, Maverick grabs Sarah's arm and drags her out the door.
Please... Come with me...