Johnny Maverick- Is...well you'll see.

It’s strange. Typically when we find ourselves in the ‘Mind Palace’ of Johnny Maverick the walls are adorned with images of his favorite films, pop culture nuggets, and all sorts of insanity to represent the chaotic inner workings of his mind but today the walls are covered in pictures of one individual specifically. Images of Kayla Richards. Some of them more suggestive than others….and quite a few where Matt Shields has been removed from the picture with Johnny instead photoshopped in. In the middle of all this he reclines in the throne of his palace. Johnny is plucking petals off of a rose.

“She loves me….She loves me not… She loves me…” Johnny says as he plucks the final petal. He takes a moment to look at that petal before putting it in his mouth and chewing before swallowing it and releasing a content sigh. The camera pans out to show the floor around his chair is completely littered in stems and rose petals.

“Greetings brothers and sisters, friends and neighbors, and fellow vibrations in the mind of the one true God whose name is Love. It is with the understanding of my two lovely girlfriends that I come to you with the following news…I am smitten.” Johnny says. He swoons as he sits up from his reclined position in his throne.

“My heart has been captured by a Destroyer….and no it isn’t the bedroom eyes of Jack Tillman that has sent my heart into a tizzy though…Jack…call me sometime. Nay, it is The Shieldmaiden herself….Kayla Richards. Kaykes. La-La. We already have pet names for each other, isn’t that adorable? For those of you not in the know Kayla and I have been….pretty shamelessly flirting on twitter and her current beau seems none too pleased about it, going so far as to make death threats to me on twitter which caused his account to be banned. Now I’m not saying I reported him. I’m also not saying I DIDN’T report him, either because frankly I DID feel very legitimately threatened by him.” Johnny says with a shit-eating grin on his face so wide that if it ate anymore shit it’d be a German porn star.

“No… I don’t blame Matthew for being threatened but as defensive as he’s been getting? You have to assume something happened. My guess is that Kayla may have uttered my name in the bedroom. He certainly wouldn’t be so angry if he didn’t think there was a chance that Kayla and I… Oh I’ll let Matthew finish that thought in his head on his own.” Johnny says with a smirk.

“I should probably be focused on my match with Matthew….but I just can’t get my mind off of Kayla. It will help me greatly to know that the only thing standing between me and getting my hands on Kayla once more is Matthew…and beyond all that, Devlin has guaranteed that it will be just Kayla and I this time… Which is great because every stable in this company can fuck itself. I mean it. I’d rather succumb to martyrdom than have to listen to Adrien or Damon Graves tell me ‘Gosh, imagine how bad it woulda been if we hadn’t have shown up.’ I don’t need your help. I don’t WANT your help. If you try to give it to me like you know better than I do and fake concern for me because it is convenient to your silly little ‘war’ I will lay you the fuck out. Stop painting me as a ‘damsel in distress’ to justify the fact that you are all fucking up this company because you’re solipsistic idiots. Destroyers. Guardians. Anarchy Pals. Centaurs. You’re all equal in my eyes now.” Johnny says. He touches one of the thorns on the stem of the rose and watches as a little drop of blood trickles down his finger.

"A lot of people will be asking the question of whether or not I deserve another shot at the NGW World Heavyweight Title. I’m probably not the right person to ask but if you want my opinion. The truth is I don’t give a fuck. You could probably make a pretty good case for me not deserving this chance that I’m being given. Alternatively, you could manually pleasure a male horse to orgasm and I’d be more interested and impressed. So come at me with all of your ‘You don’t deserve it’ bullshit. You’re pissing in the wind as far as I’m concerned.” Johnny says with a shrug.

“So Matt Shields…you want to kill me? That’s…cute? Maybe there was a time I woulda been threatened by that but right now? You’re about as threatening as a moth fart. Think about how much you talk about Adrien Cochrane. Think about how much you crusade against his very existence. Now that you have that in your head I want you to think about the fact that between the two of us, only one has ever beaten Adrien Cochrane clean in singles competition. Now go to a mirror. Look into it. Realize it’s not that guy. Now cry. I know you want to. I can sniff out ‘bitch’ from a mile away. A bitch in a spooky mask is still a bitch, Matt. Keep telling me how crazy I am, Matt. Now consider what it means if you are right. Take a moment to REALLY consider the nature of the man you’re stepping in the ring with. I’m not Adrien. By the end of Dissension you’ll probably wish I was.” Johnny says. There’s a sort of unhinged quality to him that seems new. He smirks but it is not the usual Johnny Maverick ‘Panty-melting’ smirk. There are bad intentions behind this smirk. The smirk dissipates and the playful Johnny Maverick is back.

“But Matt…if you thought you wanted to kill me before? Just wait til you hear this next bit. You see…I’m offering up a bounty. I know that soon enough Kayla Richards will realize she NEEDS me to knock the bottom out of her in a way Matt never could but until then….I need a physical symbol of our connection. That is why I am offering…and this is not a joke… $10,000 for a used pair of Kayla Richard’s panties.” Johnny says. He takes a moment to let what he just said sink in before breaking the silence by opening a small case and taking out a few stacks of bills.

“I am totally serious. This is a legitimate offer. The more ‘used’ the better and honestly? If you can bring me a pair that has a little bit of Matthew Shields in it? $15,000. I know that’s a bit of a long shot but I know there are some overachievers out there who could use that money. If they are fake, I will know. Trust me. So yeah. Shoot me an email at ‘Kaylas Panty Bounty At Gmail dot com’. One word. We’ll figure out a way to meet up and make the trade.” Johnny says. He takes a fresh rose from a vase by his throne and gives it a sniff.

“I’ll see you at the show, Matt. And Kayla? I’ll see you in my dreams…” Johnny says with a swoon as he starts plucking petals.

“She loves me… she loves me not… she loves me…”

-Fade to black-