Believe In The Prince | EOD RP | #2
Oct 6, 2018 11:30:26 GMT -5
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Post by Mav. on Oct 6, 2018 11:30:26 GMT -5
October 15, 2017
Huntington, WV
The scene starts.., with a flashback to nearly one year ago. At then End of Days Night Three in the Joan C. Edwards Stadium, Maverick was scheduled to make his televised debut for both the XHF and the AWF. And he did debut in the Specialised Tag Team Match for the AWF, he was eliminated very early on, only being the third person to be eliminated. Then, the shot turns to the End of Days Finals of last year where Maverick competed in a Two-Falls Match where he came up short as it was won by Jack Diamond and RENT-A-HERO, then... the scene cuts to black as we hear Maverick's voice being overheard the darkness.
Maverick: Last year, when I came to the XHF. I showed up... looking like a fool. But, as the year goes by, things are not the same as they once were. This year, is when my defining moment happens. I will no longer be in anyone's shadow! I will no longer be the joke of the company! I will no longer fail. This year... I will be the outright winner of the Tournament. I will be the winner of the 2018 End of Days Tournament, and no one will fucking stop me...
October 2nd, 2018
Waterbury, CT
The scene opens up with Maverick walking around the entrance of Holy Land USA, awaiting for someone to arrive. The sun shines brighter as Maverick slides on sunglasses to his head, then we see the most familiar Lamborghini Diablo pulling up in front of Maverick as Bobby gets out of the car. He walks over to Maverick, whilst holding a Starbucks cup in his hand.
Bobby Barratt: Mav! It took me forever to find this place!
Maverick: How about looking at a map one day. You might find things easier with it.
Bobby Barratt: There was no need to be like that.
Maverick: Well, I'm trying to make some sense.
Bobby Barratt: Irish people never make sense...
Maverick: ...
Bobby Barratt: Sorry.
Maverick: You want to have a look around?
Bobby Barratt: What? Like... inside the place?
Maverick: Where else will I take you, Bobby? To a brothel?!
Bobby Barratt: Oh ye-
Maverick: No... I hope you can climb, Bobby.
Bobby Barratt: But... what about my Pumpkin Spice Latte?
Maverick: Fuck your basic bitch drink.
Bobby takes one big mouthful from his Latte before throwing it away, Maverick climbs the metal fence first as Bobby follows. Once they are both over the fence, they head forward and walk up this trail heading towards the Holy Land sign, then Bobby stops to catch his breath and sits on the pebbled ground they stand on.
Bobby Barratt: Fuck, it's too hot. Are we there yet?
Maverick: Yeah, this is it.
Bobby Barratt: Oh, good.
Bobby shoots up from the ground like nothing's wrong with him, Maverick just looks at him in confusion. They move over to the edge of the path and look over everything in Holy Land USA.
Maverick: So, Fukushima Zombie seems to not have spoken yet.
Bobby Barratt: I know. The more she plays with me by not saying anything, the more I think why she was put into it in the first place.
Maverick: Here's a hint... Goddess of Sakura Champion.
Bobby Barratt: You mean... they sent their World Champion to fight in the End of Days?
Maverick: Basically, yeah.
Bobby Barratt: Wow.. Who would do such a thing? It's ridiculous!
Maverick: Look at AWF. They nearly had Seth, who holds both the Prestige Championship and Midwest Championship, entering the tournament.
Bobby Barratt: But we stopped that.
Maverick: I think you should have left them alone that night.
Bobby Barratt: What?!
Maverick: We're at a predicament. You took Seth's place, meaning you could face me in the next round. Bobby, we've gotten a lot closer than before. These recent times, I actually feel like I belong on the team. And it's because I started the friendship we never had.
Bobby Barratt: Are you scared to face me?
Maverick: No, not one bit. I never was. I beat you before, remember that.
Bobby Barratt: You bring it up every chance you can get. How can I forget?
Maverick: I know I do but to be honest, we haven't had one singles match. And I would like one soon.
Bobby Barratt: Mav, tell me. How bad do you want to break into the Main Event picture?
Maverick: Well, I've gotten so sick of being that one Icon no one talks about. I want the Main Event. I think if I win... I'll go for the X*Crown. If Jack is still holding that title if I win the End of Days Tournament, I won't hesitate to cash in sooner rather than later. I'll give him a month and then strike when he least expects it.
Bobby Barratt: You know Jack is facing Chris Card and then that X*Crown Match at End of Days Finals. He might not even be the champion by then.
Maverick: Then, I take the title off the poor son of a bitch who holds that crown, and bring it back to The Icons.
Bobby Barratt: Well, I've seen Eric's work. He's dedicated to winning by the sounds of it, but I know you can bounce back. You need to make sure he isn't talking to himself, get yourself out there!
Maverick: I am! I need to start speaking myself soon. I can't let him think I've gone dead in the water on the poor man.
Bobby Barratt: What are your thoughts on him?
Maverick: He's like any other ex-convict. He talks the talk, but can't handle the walk. He talks the big game but my ego is bigger than himself. If, for one second, he thinks he's going to win with such ease...
Bobby Barratt: He's got another thing coming.
Maverick: Damn fucking straight. I don't know what's going to happen to me if I fail to make it past the first round.
Bobby Barratt: Don't be like that. Trust me you will, you need to believe in yourself. If you don't have the belief in you, then why are you even trying? Let everyone have their thoughts on you but you don't listen to them assholes. You do your own thing and go far with it. You are one of the most underrated people in the entire XHF right now. The work you do in both promos and in the ring is astonishing!
Maverick feeds himself the remarks Bobby is giving him and slowly shaking his head like he's saying "Yeah, I guess your right"
Bobby Barratt: You are not the one match wonder like everyone says you are, by god you are nearly the same level as me. How AWF doesn't seem to acknowledge that and place you in Contendership matches for a Mid Card title is disgraceful. If I were you, I would go and win that match. Then gain a Number One Contendership against Seth. And challenge for the AWF Prestige Championship. Why battle for a title you've unsuccessfully chased to get back when you can go for the World Title? I know and you know, you are way better than what everyone portrays you as, now, go out there on Sunday Night and show everyone how good you really are!
Maverick: You know I will, if Chronic thinks I've backed down from my last big chance at anything... He's dead wrong. Sunday Night is Icon Night, and I won't let you or Jack down.
Bobby Barratt: Good, now can we please leave here? It's hot as hell and I want a Pumpkin Spice Latte.
Maverick: Fine. I'll buy you another one since you threw that one away.
Bobby Barratt: Thank you!
They head back down the trail as the scene fades out.
October 4th
The Diamond Lounge
The scene opens with Maverick sitting in his room, at the end of his bed with his hands together. He wears a sleeveless shirt and snapback that's worn backwards. A mixture of songs play in the background, very faintly being heard as if they are at a low volume. Maverick stands up and heads for the light switch and dims the lights, he heads back to the bed and takes a seat. He looks up to the camera and starts to clap, a very slow clap. As he is clapping, he shakes his head side to side in a slow manner.
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Maverick sighs as he leans his head back before straightening it up again.
Maverick: Bravo. Fantastic work, Mr Chronister. Never have I seen anyone with talents like you, putting out Promos to outdo me in so many ways that I just can't fight back from. At this point, I have no hope of winning. I've burned out of luck. If I was showing some fight early on... I wouldn't be saying to myself "There's no chance in me advancing to the Second Round" but I wanted to throw a jab or two right back at you. I want to have my fun! I'm not going to leave the tournament with a One Hit Wonder Promo, I'll have my fun and bite back at you.
Maverick: Eric, the minute I posted my first promo. You must have shit yourself because one promo to three still means it's a win for you. Yet, we are here talking about your second, third and fourth promo. One of them really wasn't needed, if you can guess which one it is... I'll give you some Brownie Points. Anyway, an Irish Pub... How stereotypical can you fucking get? Like, you could have went anywhere but you decided to head for a local Irish Pub. For once I enjoyed not having my ears blown off by the word "Chronic" being shouted out loud but I have to hear "Icon" being shouted out. Now, I'm surprised Bobby or Jack haven't said this yet but Icon isn't shouted. On our merch, Icon is spelt with a capital "I" and the rest are lowercase. They're not all in capitals. I only know of Danny Ray shouting the word "Icon" ... Sorry, but my scriptwriter has a little note here saying "Possible they have the same scriptwriters" and I wanted to point that out.
Maverick holds up the script to the camera and shows the said side note left by the writer.
Maverick: So, it took you this long to realise who I actually was? I wouldn't mind if you looked up my matches or anything but asking a fan of mine to tell you who I am is a little bit dodgy. It goes to show how lazy you are! You couldn't look up my matches, that are on the XHF Network, and you work for a federation in The XHF Network! Shit doesn't add up! There was one line that didn't make sense and it was "I do think he has also held another championship but can't be sure on that" to then go on and say "...And was a Tag Team Champion" Like, are you paying to make this guard act any bit stupid? That just doesn't make sense! How can you make someone say I could be a champion in an old place I wrestled to actually naming the exact title and company I worked with. Eric, all of your promos have something that just doesn't make sense. Maybe it's not the promos themselves but it's just you. These are your promos and you have full control over them, right? Then how can you make such stupid mistakes? And then there's Icon being shouted out loud. No surprise there.
Maverick: Let me point this out to you, Eric. We, Icons, let each other do things on our own. Now, I know your argument will start with my title win at AWF's Road To Victory when Bobby helped me with that match but it was a one time thing. Never happened ever again, if it did... I would still be Champion. Bobby and Jack won't be anywhere near that ring when it's our match. I promise you that. So, there is no need of a Lecture of The Icons. "One of the top guys in AWF" is something I wish I can say about myself, but when you're stuck in the Mid Card because Bradshaw, Ziko and the rest of the Assholes, Wankers and Freaks... You can't call me a "Top Guy" because someone who is a "Top Guy" chases the big gold, they chase the AWF Prestige Championship. I haven't touched that level yet. I've a long way to go. I had one good match with Jack and everyone thinks "Holy Shit! He's a Main Eventer for sure!" then they see the reality and notice I haven't won a singles match since April. To be a Main Eventer I have to win matches and I don't mean draws, they don't count.
Maverick: Right. One promo out of the way and onto another! Immediately, I notice the use of the word "Hun" and I thought that was a young Irish thing! Also, I'm pretty sure that at the time you recorded this segment that you already signed with Innovative Minds Wrestling, and Suzuki Blitz Wrestling is buried into the archives. Yet, here you are... Wasting that poor woman's time doing a Interview for a federation that's dead in the water. It's funny how she apparently seems to be the only one able to talk to Suzuki because from what I've heard, not one person has heard from Suzuki. Yet, this bitch has. Makes no sense! Just like I said earlier, these promos have something that doesn't make sense in them! And here I am proving my point! AND SOMETHING EVEN WEIRDER!! SHE SAID SSS!!! BITCH, DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO READ SCRIPTS!? YOU HAD ONE JOB, AND YOU FUCKED UP!
Maverick grabs a bottle of water from the floor and starts drinking out of it before closing it up and placing it back onto the floor again.
Maverick: Anywho... We are back to the same point I made earlier, don't worry about any Icons or as you say... ICONS! ...in my corner. You know, Eric. I'm hoping to kick your ass. Because as long as you aren't wrestling, it's more time in the doghouse. The more time you spend in prison, the more I don't have to worry about your salty ass coming back. Look, this promo was fucking shit. I couldn't make heads or tails about it once. Imma move on to the next one, and this is the one he fought back with after my first promo. Title is First Live Promo... and good golly, Miss Molly! You didn't talk that much! I mean, I guess that's a good thing because after watching two of your promos in a row, I'm kinda fed up of listening to you. You have such a bland voice, and it's annoying as fuck.
Maverick: I laugh at this... When I did my first promo like this, I didn't look up on YouTube "How to do a live promo" I knew how to do those things by watching everyone else! And when you look back at my old promos, you'd see the difference from then until now. They would be... your level of promos, Whilst my promos are on a higher level than where they should be. You talk quality over quantity, and there you are with 4 promos against one... You might want to think what you say before you speak, Eric. You called me out on cockiness and ego but the way I see it is that I'm trying to tell a story, something like what you're doing, but better. I don't even show my cockiness or ego until the last 5 minutes! The promo started with me in a coma and you wanna call me out over my ego? Like I said, think before you speak!
Maverick: Now, I've had friends of 10 plus years and not once have they ever shouted my nickname in a normal conversation. They'd shout it if they seen me in the streets but not in a conversation because they're normal people unlike your 'Homie'. I am the underdog, and for good reason. I keep losing my matches, and if i'm not losing them... They end up being draws. I know, you haven't even wrestled but how will I know if you're good or not? You could possibly destroy me and I wouldn't have that thought in my head once leading up to the match.
Maverick face palms and then takes a drink from his water that was on the floor.
Maverick: Ahh, water is so refreshing and better than that Dr. Pepper shit you drank. So, I think I will end it on such a low note. Just like how your promos make me feel so low about myself because I'm depressed over wasting my time watching utter shite. But, Eric. I won't leave without a few words. You see, you talk too much and then you don't. You make it sound like I'm going to win but in all honesty, this is your win for the taking! Well, it should be on paper... but you brought up such an amazing point earlier. "Quality over Quantity". I know, those words, will come back to haunt you in Prison. You think you deliver high quality on a high count of quantity, but in all honesty you really deliver shit quality on a high count of quantity. I deliver the high quality with a short amount of quantity and you deliver the low quality with a high amount of quantity. So, with no good reason, you don't really have the right to even say that.
Maverick: There is no way I will let some scumbag convict like you get far in this tournament, I either beat you in just a few nights or I will break you enough to leave some leftovers for Bobby. I will send you personally back to Jail where you belong you piece of shit, I will spit on that ugly looking mug of yours as they take you away, and I will lock that jail door and spell your final goodbyes of Real Life. They let you out once and it fucked up on you, they let you out a second time and it backfired on you, they let you out a third time and it got fucked over with so how they let you out on the fourth fucking amazes me! I bet they won't let you out for a fifth once the get you back inside! Make all the excuses in the world I dare you to "Oh, The XHF is RIGGED" "I should have won that match" and you will whinge like a baby and we wouldn't care. We really wouldn't, we couldn't be able to hear you from Jefferson City, Missouri when I head to my home of Ireland... representing The Icons... and go on to be the Winner of the 2018 End of Days Tournament. Because, not one person scares me or even intimidates me a single bit. Not even Bobby Barratt.
Maverick: Because you will all... Believe in The Prince.
End Scene.
Huntington, WV
The scene starts.., with a flashback to nearly one year ago. At then End of Days Night Three in the Joan C. Edwards Stadium, Maverick was scheduled to make his televised debut for both the XHF and the AWF. And he did debut in the Specialised Tag Team Match for the AWF, he was eliminated very early on, only being the third person to be eliminated. Then, the shot turns to the End of Days Finals of last year where Maverick competed in a Two-Falls Match where he came up short as it was won by Jack Diamond and RENT-A-HERO, then... the scene cuts to black as we hear Maverick's voice being overheard the darkness.
Maverick: Last year, when I came to the XHF. I showed up... looking like a fool. But, as the year goes by, things are not the same as they once were. This year, is when my defining moment happens. I will no longer be in anyone's shadow! I will no longer be the joke of the company! I will no longer fail. This year... I will be the outright winner of the Tournament. I will be the winner of the 2018 End of Days Tournament, and no one will fucking stop me...
October 2nd, 2018
Waterbury, CT
The scene opens up with Maverick walking around the entrance of Holy Land USA, awaiting for someone to arrive. The sun shines brighter as Maverick slides on sunglasses to his head, then we see the most familiar Lamborghini Diablo pulling up in front of Maverick as Bobby gets out of the car. He walks over to Maverick, whilst holding a Starbucks cup in his hand.
Bobby Barratt: Mav! It took me forever to find this place!
Maverick: How about looking at a map one day. You might find things easier with it.
Bobby Barratt: There was no need to be like that.
Maverick: Well, I'm trying to make some sense.
Bobby Barratt: Irish people never make sense...
Maverick: ...
Bobby Barratt: Sorry.
Maverick: You want to have a look around?
Bobby Barratt: What? Like... inside the place?
Maverick: Where else will I take you, Bobby? To a brothel?!
Bobby Barratt: Oh ye-
Maverick: No... I hope you can climb, Bobby.
Bobby Barratt: But... what about my Pumpkin Spice Latte?
Maverick: Fuck your basic bitch drink.
Bobby takes one big mouthful from his Latte before throwing it away, Maverick climbs the metal fence first as Bobby follows. Once they are both over the fence, they head forward and walk up this trail heading towards the Holy Land sign, then Bobby stops to catch his breath and sits on the pebbled ground they stand on.
Bobby Barratt: Fuck, it's too hot. Are we there yet?
Maverick: Yeah, this is it.
Bobby Barratt: Oh, good.
Bobby shoots up from the ground like nothing's wrong with him, Maverick just looks at him in confusion. They move over to the edge of the path and look over everything in Holy Land USA.
Maverick: So, Fukushima Zombie seems to not have spoken yet.
Bobby Barratt: I know. The more she plays with me by not saying anything, the more I think why she was put into it in the first place.
Maverick: Here's a hint... Goddess of Sakura Champion.
Bobby Barratt: You mean... they sent their World Champion to fight in the End of Days?
Maverick: Basically, yeah.
Bobby Barratt: Wow.. Who would do such a thing? It's ridiculous!
Maverick: Look at AWF. They nearly had Seth, who holds both the Prestige Championship and Midwest Championship, entering the tournament.
Bobby Barratt: But we stopped that.
Maverick: I think you should have left them alone that night.
Bobby Barratt: What?!
Maverick: We're at a predicament. You took Seth's place, meaning you could face me in the next round. Bobby, we've gotten a lot closer than before. These recent times, I actually feel like I belong on the team. And it's because I started the friendship we never had.
Bobby Barratt: Are you scared to face me?
Maverick: No, not one bit. I never was. I beat you before, remember that.
Bobby Barratt: You bring it up every chance you can get. How can I forget?
Maverick: I know I do but to be honest, we haven't had one singles match. And I would like one soon.
Bobby Barratt: Mav, tell me. How bad do you want to break into the Main Event picture?
Maverick: Well, I've gotten so sick of being that one Icon no one talks about. I want the Main Event. I think if I win... I'll go for the X*Crown. If Jack is still holding that title if I win the End of Days Tournament, I won't hesitate to cash in sooner rather than later. I'll give him a month and then strike when he least expects it.
Bobby Barratt: You know Jack is facing Chris Card and then that X*Crown Match at End of Days Finals. He might not even be the champion by then.
Maverick: Then, I take the title off the poor son of a bitch who holds that crown, and bring it back to The Icons.
Bobby Barratt: Well, I've seen Eric's work. He's dedicated to winning by the sounds of it, but I know you can bounce back. You need to make sure he isn't talking to himself, get yourself out there!
Maverick: I am! I need to start speaking myself soon. I can't let him think I've gone dead in the water on the poor man.
Bobby Barratt: What are your thoughts on him?
Maverick: He's like any other ex-convict. He talks the talk, but can't handle the walk. He talks the big game but my ego is bigger than himself. If, for one second, he thinks he's going to win with such ease...
Bobby Barratt: He's got another thing coming.
Maverick: Damn fucking straight. I don't know what's going to happen to me if I fail to make it past the first round.
Bobby Barratt: Don't be like that. Trust me you will, you need to believe in yourself. If you don't have the belief in you, then why are you even trying? Let everyone have their thoughts on you but you don't listen to them assholes. You do your own thing and go far with it. You are one of the most underrated people in the entire XHF right now. The work you do in both promos and in the ring is astonishing!
Maverick feeds himself the remarks Bobby is giving him and slowly shaking his head like he's saying "Yeah, I guess your right"
Bobby Barratt: You are not the one match wonder like everyone says you are, by god you are nearly the same level as me. How AWF doesn't seem to acknowledge that and place you in Contendership matches for a Mid Card title is disgraceful. If I were you, I would go and win that match. Then gain a Number One Contendership against Seth. And challenge for the AWF Prestige Championship. Why battle for a title you've unsuccessfully chased to get back when you can go for the World Title? I know and you know, you are way better than what everyone portrays you as, now, go out there on Sunday Night and show everyone how good you really are!
Maverick: You know I will, if Chronic thinks I've backed down from my last big chance at anything... He's dead wrong. Sunday Night is Icon Night, and I won't let you or Jack down.
Bobby Barratt: Good, now can we please leave here? It's hot as hell and I want a Pumpkin Spice Latte.
Maverick: Fine. I'll buy you another one since you threw that one away.
Bobby Barratt: Thank you!
They head back down the trail as the scene fades out.
October 4th
The Diamond Lounge
The scene opens with Maverick sitting in his room, at the end of his bed with his hands together. He wears a sleeveless shirt and snapback that's worn backwards. A mixture of songs play in the background, very faintly being heard as if they are at a low volume. Maverick stands up and heads for the light switch and dims the lights, he heads back to the bed and takes a seat. He looks up to the camera and starts to clap, a very slow clap. As he is clapping, he shakes his head side to side in a slow manner.
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Maverick sighs as he leans his head back before straightening it up again.
Maverick: Bravo. Fantastic work, Mr Chronister. Never have I seen anyone with talents like you, putting out Promos to outdo me in so many ways that I just can't fight back from. At this point, I have no hope of winning. I've burned out of luck. If I was showing some fight early on... I wouldn't be saying to myself "There's no chance in me advancing to the Second Round" but I wanted to throw a jab or two right back at you. I want to have my fun! I'm not going to leave the tournament with a One Hit Wonder Promo, I'll have my fun and bite back at you.
Maverick: Eric, the minute I posted my first promo. You must have shit yourself because one promo to three still means it's a win for you. Yet, we are here talking about your second, third and fourth promo. One of them really wasn't needed, if you can guess which one it is... I'll give you some Brownie Points. Anyway, an Irish Pub... How stereotypical can you fucking get? Like, you could have went anywhere but you decided to head for a local Irish Pub. For once I enjoyed not having my ears blown off by the word "Chronic" being shouted out loud but I have to hear "Icon" being shouted out. Now, I'm surprised Bobby or Jack haven't said this yet but Icon isn't shouted. On our merch, Icon is spelt with a capital "I" and the rest are lowercase. They're not all in capitals. I only know of Danny Ray shouting the word "Icon" ... Sorry, but my scriptwriter has a little note here saying "Possible they have the same scriptwriters" and I wanted to point that out.
Maverick holds up the script to the camera and shows the said side note left by the writer.
Maverick: So, it took you this long to realise who I actually was? I wouldn't mind if you looked up my matches or anything but asking a fan of mine to tell you who I am is a little bit dodgy. It goes to show how lazy you are! You couldn't look up my matches, that are on the XHF Network, and you work for a federation in The XHF Network! Shit doesn't add up! There was one line that didn't make sense and it was "I do think he has also held another championship but can't be sure on that" to then go on and say "...And was a Tag Team Champion" Like, are you paying to make this guard act any bit stupid? That just doesn't make sense! How can you make someone say I could be a champion in an old place I wrestled to actually naming the exact title and company I worked with. Eric, all of your promos have something that just doesn't make sense. Maybe it's not the promos themselves but it's just you. These are your promos and you have full control over them, right? Then how can you make such stupid mistakes? And then there's Icon being shouted out loud. No surprise there.
Maverick: Let me point this out to you, Eric. We, Icons, let each other do things on our own. Now, I know your argument will start with my title win at AWF's Road To Victory when Bobby helped me with that match but it was a one time thing. Never happened ever again, if it did... I would still be Champion. Bobby and Jack won't be anywhere near that ring when it's our match. I promise you that. So, there is no need of a Lecture of The Icons. "One of the top guys in AWF" is something I wish I can say about myself, but when you're stuck in the Mid Card because Bradshaw, Ziko and the rest of the Assholes, Wankers and Freaks... You can't call me a "Top Guy" because someone who is a "Top Guy" chases the big gold, they chase the AWF Prestige Championship. I haven't touched that level yet. I've a long way to go. I had one good match with Jack and everyone thinks "Holy Shit! He's a Main Eventer for sure!" then they see the reality and notice I haven't won a singles match since April. To be a Main Eventer I have to win matches and I don't mean draws, they don't count.
Maverick: Right. One promo out of the way and onto another! Immediately, I notice the use of the word "Hun" and I thought that was a young Irish thing! Also, I'm pretty sure that at the time you recorded this segment that you already signed with Innovative Minds Wrestling, and Suzuki Blitz Wrestling is buried into the archives. Yet, here you are... Wasting that poor woman's time doing a Interview for a federation that's dead in the water. It's funny how she apparently seems to be the only one able to talk to Suzuki because from what I've heard, not one person has heard from Suzuki. Yet, this bitch has. Makes no sense! Just like I said earlier, these promos have something that doesn't make sense in them! And here I am proving my point! AND SOMETHING EVEN WEIRDER!! SHE SAID SSS!!! BITCH, DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO READ SCRIPTS!? YOU HAD ONE JOB, AND YOU FUCKED UP!
Maverick grabs a bottle of water from the floor and starts drinking out of it before closing it up and placing it back onto the floor again.
Maverick: Anywho... We are back to the same point I made earlier, don't worry about any Icons or as you say... ICONS! ...in my corner. You know, Eric. I'm hoping to kick your ass. Because as long as you aren't wrestling, it's more time in the doghouse. The more time you spend in prison, the more I don't have to worry about your salty ass coming back. Look, this promo was fucking shit. I couldn't make heads or tails about it once. Imma move on to the next one, and this is the one he fought back with after my first promo. Title is First Live Promo... and good golly, Miss Molly! You didn't talk that much! I mean, I guess that's a good thing because after watching two of your promos in a row, I'm kinda fed up of listening to you. You have such a bland voice, and it's annoying as fuck.
Maverick: I laugh at this... When I did my first promo like this, I didn't look up on YouTube "How to do a live promo" I knew how to do those things by watching everyone else! And when you look back at my old promos, you'd see the difference from then until now. They would be... your level of promos, Whilst my promos are on a higher level than where they should be. You talk quality over quantity, and there you are with 4 promos against one... You might want to think what you say before you speak, Eric. You called me out on cockiness and ego but the way I see it is that I'm trying to tell a story, something like what you're doing, but better. I don't even show my cockiness or ego until the last 5 minutes! The promo started with me in a coma and you wanna call me out over my ego? Like I said, think before you speak!
Maverick: Now, I've had friends of 10 plus years and not once have they ever shouted my nickname in a normal conversation. They'd shout it if they seen me in the streets but not in a conversation because they're normal people unlike your 'Homie'. I am the underdog, and for good reason. I keep losing my matches, and if i'm not losing them... They end up being draws. I know, you haven't even wrestled but how will I know if you're good or not? You could possibly destroy me and I wouldn't have that thought in my head once leading up to the match.
Maverick face palms and then takes a drink from his water that was on the floor.
Maverick: Ahh, water is so refreshing and better than that Dr. Pepper shit you drank. So, I think I will end it on such a low note. Just like how your promos make me feel so low about myself because I'm depressed over wasting my time watching utter shite. But, Eric. I won't leave without a few words. You see, you talk too much and then you don't. You make it sound like I'm going to win but in all honesty, this is your win for the taking! Well, it should be on paper... but you brought up such an amazing point earlier. "Quality over Quantity". I know, those words, will come back to haunt you in Prison. You think you deliver high quality on a high count of quantity, but in all honesty you really deliver shit quality on a high count of quantity. I deliver the high quality with a short amount of quantity and you deliver the low quality with a high amount of quantity. So, with no good reason, you don't really have the right to even say that.
Maverick: There is no way I will let some scumbag convict like you get far in this tournament, I either beat you in just a few nights or I will break you enough to leave some leftovers for Bobby. I will send you personally back to Jail where you belong you piece of shit, I will spit on that ugly looking mug of yours as they take you away, and I will lock that jail door and spell your final goodbyes of Real Life. They let you out once and it fucked up on you, they let you out a second time and it backfired on you, they let you out a third time and it got fucked over with so how they let you out on the fourth fucking amazes me! I bet they won't let you out for a fifth once the get you back inside! Make all the excuses in the world I dare you to "Oh, The XHF is RIGGED" "I should have won that match" and you will whinge like a baby and we wouldn't care. We really wouldn't, we couldn't be able to hear you from Jefferson City, Missouri when I head to my home of Ireland... representing The Icons... and go on to be the Winner of the 2018 End of Days Tournament. Because, not one person scares me or even intimidates me a single bit. Not even Bobby Barratt.
Maverick: Because you will all... Believe in The Prince.
End Scene.
