Post by JMav/JGold/RNorth/MKarloff on Nov 11, 2017 16:44:58 GMT -5
JOHNNY MAVERICK
Cheers
Johnny is sitting at the bar he owns before opening. He has a half-finished pint in front of him. The lights are out but the blinds are open, putting a natural spotlight on Johnny.
"My dad had me crucified. So, you know, that happened." Johnny says. No Hoodie Ninjas. No silly props. Johnny is alone.
"I'm not as surprised as I probably should be. Evil like my Dad can never really die. I never really mourned the loss of my father because if this world were just and fair he'd be dead and I wouldn't have to deal with this shit. Anyone who has an issue about my attitude toward my father can feel free to kiss my ass. I'm not surprised Martin bought into his bullshit. I was young and bought into it once too. He's got a way of making you feel like he needs you and he's VERY good at making you accept his faults as your own to make himself look infallible. I'm not gonna try and 'get revenge' on Martin. I feel sorry for him. I pity him. There's no beating or tongue-lashing you can give somebody that feels worse than giving them your pity. That's what I'm giving you Martin. It's a damn shame. I expected the World from you." Johnny says before shaking his head.
"I came out of it with a sore neck, a few stitches, but any claim Martin thinks he has of having 'broken' me are... yeah, No. He can go on feeling good about what he did because I have shit to do." Johnny says, he finishes his beer.
"Kayla Richards. She's so confident. She's got everything figured out. She smirked when she saw my name on the card and said she had an 'easy win'. That's an attitude that gets your shit rocked. Here is my promise for this match, Kayla. I promise you that after this match is over you are going to be increasingly less certain of your victory in that World Title match. I mean of course she'll keep lying to herself. She'll keep saying things like 'Johnny Maverick isn't a threat to me' and 'I'm not poisoning the mind of Coda' or 'Matt Shields loves me more than the World title he makes me wear when we screw even though while I'm wearing it he keeps trying to get a referee in the bedroom to count the missionary position as a pin.'" Johnny says as he reaches over the bar and pours himself another Guinness from the tap.
"'Being Crucified' is probably pretty safe grounds to ask for a day off and yet I'm here. I'm ready to fight because after what I went through last week I just have to ask, Kayla... what are you prepared to do to beat me? Unless you're willing to make a trip to Home Depot I can promise you whatever you think you have up your sleeve ain't the worst thing I've been through this month. Ya gonna have me drawn and quartered? Gonna shut me in an Iron Maiden? Who wants a Medieval Torture match, huh? Johnny is TOTALLY FUCKING ON BOARD. ROLL OUT THE VATS OF BOILING OIL AND LETS GET FUCKIN WEIRD WITH THIS SHIT!" Johnny says, putting up a hand for a high five before realizing he is alone. He shrugs before pouring a second beer and toasting with himself.
"I'm not a Guardian. I'm not a Destroyer. I'm not concerned with saving this company. This company is gonna do fine no matter how many whiny pissbabies try and unload t-shirts saying a name change is the end of the world or how many self-congratulatory stables tug their dicks about how great they are. In the middle of all of this 'gang warfare' I'm gonna make out like a bandit. You all can play your games of heroes and villains. That's fine. Have fun. It certainly is fun to play pretend. It's just that when you decide your pretend fun is more important than doing your jobs, scumbags like me swoop in and take all your belts. 'B-but I wasn't paying any mind to Johnny. He didn't matter because he didn't get invited to any of the teams.' I'm not claiming to be a one-man army. I'm not claiming to be the Greatest or a God or a King. I'm not even gonna go into any of that psychic stuff this time. What I am is a sneaky dick who can fight and while Kayla and Matthew are working on their 'relationship issues' while focusing on the 'Guardian' in the ring don't be surprised when the sneaky dick leaves the ring with his fifth world title." Johnny says. He takes a sip of his beer and makes a happy little noise.
"But hey, let's not get ahead of ourselves. It's just Kayla and I this week and I could sit here and lay out plan after scheme after boast after brag and she'd still have no clue exactly what the fuck is in store for her at Dissension. If she really thinks she's gonna put an easy win on the board? Well this is one case where what Kayla wants...she isn't fucking getting. I'm not going after Martin but I do have a fair bit of aggression to let out after what happened to me and I don't mind taking it all out on Kayla Richards. I will bend her, I will break her, and I will laugh... she can bring as many friends as she wants. Johnny Maverick is leaving that arena with a spring in his step and a smile on his face and a few weeks after that he's leaving with Championship gold and if you don't like that or anything else I have to say? Come to the 'Die Hipster Scum' bar and venue in DC and we can share a beer before I give you the first punch." Johnny says. He downs the rest of his beer and smirks.
"You'd better make it fucking count." Johnny says before grabbing the second glass he had poured to toast with himself. He faces the camera and holds it up.
"Cheers." He says before the camera fades out.
