The Little Icon That Couldn't | EOD RP | #1
Oct 3, 2018 14:50:58 GMT -5
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Post by Mav. on Oct 3, 2018 14:50:58 GMT -5
September 1st, 2018
Minneapolis, MN
The scene opens inside The XHF Arena where we see Maverick being stretchered out of the arena, unconscious from the fall he took at the end of the match. Bobby stands by his side, looking at him like Maverick is his little brother. Maverick is then loaded onto the ambulance, but before they close the doors, Jack walks over to the ambulance and pulls Bobby to the side.
Jack Diamond: Is he okay?
Bobby Barratt: He hasn't gained consciousness yet. Did you need to put him through that fall?
Jack Diamond: I'm sorry, Bobby. I didn't mean to, I didn't think he was going to fall! I warned him too many times before this match anyway, he should have listened!
Bobby Barratt: He entered this match for one bloody reason! One fucking reason! He didn't just want to win The X-Crown just so he can show everyone his worth, he didn't care about that. He wanted this match... so he can face the same guy that he looked up to when he debuted into Wrestling, when he debuted in ICW, he looked up to you. Not only did you shatter his dreams, but you might have shattered his body doing something he was so excited and also nervous for. He wanted to prove to you he's grown up since those early days, and now you ruined him.
Bobby steps into the ambulance and sits beside Maverick, still in the stretcher and haven't gained consciousness. He looks at Jack who looks to be walking away from the ambulance.
Bobby Barratt: Are you coming with?
Jack looks back at Bobby, who seems upset knowing why Maverick wanted this match. He feels terrible about the things he done, he feels sick about torturing Maverick throughout the match. Jack reaches into his gear bag and pulls out his wallet, and gives Bobby a couple of $50 dollar notes.
Bobby Barratt: What's this for?
Jack Diamond: His hospital bills. I'll see you around.
Jack then closes the ambulance doors and the ambulance drives away. A few hours later and Maverick still hasn't gained consciousness. Bobby sits in an armchair at Maverick's bedside in A&E as Amber walks in with a cup full of water.
Bobby Barratt: Thanks sugar.
Amber: How's he doing?
Bobby Barratt: Still the same. They're going to try to wake him up later.
Amber: Have you gotten any sleep yet?
Bobby Barratt: Nope.
Amber: It's 4 in the morning and you've been in a match yourself earlier. You need sleep.
Bobby Barratt: I need to be here for him, I want to be here when they wake him up or if he wakes up himself.
Amber: Bobby, I promise he will be fine. Just take a quick nap and I'll see you back at the hotel.
Bobby Barratt: Fine.
Bobby lays back in the chair with a blanket over him and a pillow underneath his head as he falls asleep. 3 hours later and Bobby slowly opens his eyes, looks towards the bed to see Maverick sitting up with his back turned to Bobby. Bobby takes the blanket off him and moves beside Maverick who is looking out the window.
Bobby Barratt: How are you now?
Maverick: ...
Bobby Barratt: Mav?
Maverick turns his head slowly to Bobby and doesn't say anything, he then turns his head back to looking out the window as the scene fades to black.
September 5th, 2018
The Diamond Lounge
The scene opens up outside the Diamond Lounge, as we see a blacked out Audi R8 pull into the parking lot and the door swings open and Maverick steps out. Dressed in designer clothing, a sling around his arm and Gucci footwear, after the damage he took in his match with Jack at Global Dominance, he slowly walks up to the door of The Lounge and walks into the reception area, he looks around to try and find Jack but there's no sign of him around. Maverick pulls out his phone and sends a text to Jack.
Maverick: Whereabouts are you?
Jack Diamond: Meet in your room.
Maverick: I have a room?
Jack Diamond: Where else you going to stay when you're in Ohio?
Maverick: Fair enough. What floor?
Jack Diamond: 4th. Hurry up, I'll give you six minutes 
Maverick: Cheeky bastard.
Maverick puts his phone back in his pocket and heads for the elevator. The doors slowly open up as Maverick walks in and presses a button. The doors close and the elevator goes up. Now, the doors open up to Maverick standing in the center of the elevator, awaiting for the doors to open. Once the doors open, Jack stands there waiting for Maverick.
Jack Diamond: About time.
Maverick: There's a lot of floors to travel to.
Jack Diamond: Four floors.
Maverick: Shut up. Can't you see I walk with a fucking limp now?
Jack rolls his eyes, Maverick exits the elevator and they both walk down the hallway.
Jack Diamond: How have you been? I haven't seen you since our match, kind of wanted to visit you but I didn't know how'd you react to seeing me.
Maverick: Jack, I wasn't gonna say anything to you, it's all business when we get in the ring. What happens in the ring, stays in the ring.
Jack Diamond: How long were you in A&E for?
Maverick: At least 12 hours. Thanks for paying for it all.
Jack Diamond: How'd you find out?
Maverick: Bobby told me. I was waiting for you, man. I wanted to see you, but you never showed up.
Jack Diamond: Sorry mate.
Maverick: Anyway, I've been fine. Struggling, but I've been good. Had a few drinks the night after I got out with Bobby. That man doesn't know how to fucking freestyle, like a basic white bitch.
Jack Diamond: He's always been like that, but he will snap if he finds out you called him the type of person that only drinks Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Anyway, It's good seeing you on your own two feet after that.
Maverick: Yeah, I guess I got lucky.
Jack Diamond: Here's your room.
Jack walks up to a door and uses the key to unlock it.
Jack Diamond: Open it up for yourself.
Maverick: Lazy bastard won't even open it for me.
Jack Diamond: It's your room.
Maverick: Fine.
Maverick walks in and looks around in awe, it's...
Maverick: ...Beautiful!
Jack Diamond: Ah, I knew you'd like it.
Maverick: I love it!
Maverick then jumps onto the bed, not worried about any of the injuries he has suffered in the past few days.
Jack Diamond: So, what's next for you?
Maverick: You'd think I'd get sick of the same question after every loss but it's grown onto me now. I don't know. I guess I'll sneak my way into the End of Days Tournament. Try and win that...
Jack Diamond: Isn't you and James involved in the Tag Team Annihilator?
Maverick: That's right.
Jack Diamond: Well, we have Hellbound in here on the 14th.
Maverick: I forgot that.
Jack Diamond: Knew you would.
Maverick: I forget things easily.
Jack Diamond: Yeah, when's your girlfriend home? Saw she had her first match lately.
Maverick: Yeah, she did. She's home since yesterday, fights got delayed but I think that's normal in Japan. Now, she tells me she has a title match! Their equivalent of a World Championship, in her second only match. At least it's in America this time.
Jack Diamond: Well, that's good. She got a World Title match before you ever did!
Maverick: ...
Jack Diamond: I'm not wrong.
Maverick: I know that but I don't like to bring that fact up.
Jack Diamond: Doesn't James have a World Title match as well? Like, here in a few weeks?
Maverick: ...
Jack Diamond: Jealous?
Maverick: Very much.
Jack Diamond: Hey, you put up a great fight against me. You have a bright future ahead of you, so long as you put your mind down to it.
Maverick: Yeah, I guess.
Jack Diamond: Anyway, I want to buy you dinner. Since it's the least I can do.
Maverick: You don't have to, Jack.
Jack Diamond: Please, let me.
Maverick: Okay, fine.
Jack Diamond: Like I said it's the least I can do. So where we heading? I'll let you have a choice.
Maverick: Well, as far as I know... There really isn't much fancy, popular restaurants.
Jack Diamond: Hmm... How about I bring you to Cleveland? I heard of this place called Cleveland Chop and it's supposed to be good.
Maverick: Sure. I don't live in Ohio so... You lead the way.
Jack walks out and so does Maverick, Jack locks the door as Maverick leaves.
Jack Diamond: Would you like me to keep this for you?
Maverick: Yeah, I won't be in there for another while.
Jack slips the key into his pocket as they head down the hall and to the elevator. An hour later and Maverick drives up to the joint first, with Jack not too far off. Maverick gets out of his car and Jack gets out of his, a few ladies notice the pair together and approaches them.
Fan #1: Jack, we are big fans of you and your work!
Fan #2: We loved your match last week!
Jack Diamond: Now, ladies. This man here was in that exact match, I'm sure he should get credit too.
Fan #2: Who?
Jack waves his hand towards Maverick and the ladies both look Maverick up and down, and again, and again. They just start to laugh.
Fan #1: You're not Maverick, stop lying.
Fan #2: The real Maverick looks a whole lot sexier than you.
Maverick: I maybe looking like pure shit lately with a sling around my arm and a black eye but I am still the guy that fell from heights like some mad bastard trying to kill himself. Now, if you were nice fans and not insulting me because I look like shit from the injuries I took recently... I would be a nicer person but since you two are bitching that I'm not the real Maverick I will be a big fucking dickhead to you two slags.
Maverick storms inside the restaurant whilst Jack gives the ladies an autograph. Once Jack walks in the front doors of the establishment, Maverick is already sitting down with his free hand covering one side of his face. Jack sits opposite of Maverick and taps him on the arm.
Jack Diamond: Don't mind them, Mav.
Maverick: I'm sick of it, Jack. I'm like a nobody, I'm the last thought when anyone thinks of The Icons. Nobody in this fucking world thinks Maverick when The Icons are mentioned. They always think of you and Bobby. You two are former World Heavyweight Champions and Main Event Stars, and I'm struggling with the Mid Card scene. *sigh* Yeah, I gave you a run for your money. Yeah, I was so so sooooo close to winning The X-Crown. But that is as far as I can go. My chances of getting a World Heavyweight Championship by the end of the year are very... and I mean very... fucking slim.
Jack Diamond: Mav, you need to think positive. I never thought you'd give such a fight in that match. It was a very different Maverick than the one I knew at the start of the year, and it was a very different Maverick than the one who debuted over a year ago.
Maverick: I know that. I knew that myself. I didn't think I could be such a top contender against you in that match but I needed that win. I wanted to prove a point, I'm no longer "The Little Icon That Couldn't". I want to be a successful Icon! Like you and Bobby! Look at you both, Bobby is the AWF Prestige Champion! And you are the X-Crown Champion! And here I am... No strap around my waist or my shoulder. You know what? I'm gonna do it.
Jack Diamond: Do what?
Maverick: I'm going to enter the End of Days Tournament. I don't care if I go out in the first round or the second round or the third round or if I get to the Finals itself. I don't expect to win it... but you don't know how good you can be until you try it.
Jack Diamond: You've never said more truer words than that.
We cut to a few weeks later, a few days away from End of Days: Rapture. Maverick walks through the Holy Land Abandoned Biblical Theme Park as we see all of the old and dirty amusement rides that were used until it's closure in 1984. He takes a seat on a bench looking out at this...
Maverick: Eric Chonister, I have a problem here and it's a slight pain to me. Normally, I would talk about what I've heard about my opponents and their recent matches but today things are different. You see... I have never heard of you before in my life but you've never heard of me before so I think we can play fair with that. But you can look back at my matches and look at my weaknesses whilst... I can't. Why? You've never wrestled before. So, I really don't know anything about you. I don't know your weaknesses or anything wrestling related, I'm going into this match blind as a fucking bat at this point. So... I did the next best thing. I watched your promos.
Maverick face palms at the mention of Chronister's promos.
Maverick: So, before I talk about your promos. And by fucking god, I will... I came across some information about you. You signed up for this Lighthouse Wrestling joint that was on the XHF Network, the owner answered back to your application and it was closed down no sooner than later. And then Suzuki Blitz Wrestling, you signed up and you got approved. You had a scheduled match and then... there was no show. And now... you're in Innovative Wrestling... whatever. You got accepted and... I think we all know what's going to happen sometime soon. You're like a disease, or cancer even. You kill every little fucking thing you touch. I think I might wear a bloody hazmat suit when I wrestle you in case I get diseased by your manky hands. Yuck! Now that was the diseased part, now to the cancer part. You are the cancer of the XHF. You go around to each and every federation and you kill it off bit by bit. You chew away the fed until it dies. Cancer spreads around the body and affects everything it touches, which sounds just like you. You landed in a federation, it died. You jumped into another federation, it died. You jumped into another fed, and it won't be third time lucky, Chronic. No, sir.
Maverick looks around the place and takes a deep breath.
Maverick: So, let's get to... this shit show of promos. I think I can talk about the first of three... Yes, you heard me. He did three promos against me. And here I am doing my first. What the fuck, Chronic? Take your damn time! Of course, you were a former convict. I wonder... what were you imprisoned for? The first thing that slaps me in the head is that question. Are you a serial killer? Should I be fucking scared?! I'm kinda worried now. I really am worried about my safety going into a match against you. I think I need to call up Mongo and ask for some security in case things go ballsed up, y'know? Anyway, this guard is all pervy like Jeffery Viper. He's feeling up your legs and if you were a girl, he'd pull out that shrimp dick of his and try and put it in your arse. Careful, bro. I don't want you being ticked on the balls, bro. Jeffery calls in Ember Ferrari for the men, bro. God, I'm sounding like Vince Russo. Back on point here, and one thing that pissed me off watching your promos was your "Homie" shouting the word Chronic. Like... CHRONIC. He's in a normal conversation and he will shout the word Chronic. We all know his nickname so can you please stop fucking shouting!
Maverick leans back on the bench and looks up to the clear blue sky.
Maverick: So watching your promo and cringing at every time your friend shouts Chronic I looked up the word 'Chronic' and it's fucking Cannabis. Eric Chronister is a fucking druggie! I'm dealing with a possible Serial Killer and a Drug Addict! HELP ME MONGO! PUT ME IN A DIFFERENT MATCH!!! PLEASE, I BEG!... But, that's what you'd like me to say, Eric. You'd like to see me squeal to exit the match won't you? You'd love that one bit but if you've seen my work then you'd know I don't back down from anything. You've seen my work, it speaks for itself. Yes, I just quoted Spectre from Black Ops 3. What are you going to do about it? You see Eric... I'll make sure that your debut match is a remembered one for you. You dropping out of the first round of the End of Days tourney. So, as the gentleman that I am, best of luck. Because trust me, you look at me and my size compared to you. You are 6 foot 6, 237 pounds and I am 5 foot 7, 192 pounds. Judging by that stat, you are the favourite but I am the underdog. And the underdog always wins, just like David beat Goliath so why can't I beat you? Probably because you think you out-promoed me but I outsmarted you. In a million ways than one.
End Scene.
