Post by JMav/JGold/RNorth/MKarloff on Jun 17, 2018 12:25:02 GMT -5
JOHNNY MAVERICK
Hiding
Hiding
“Don’t drown in the sound of your certain demise. Just be a different person if you’re hurtin inside.” Johnny says.
“That’s how Johnny Chaos was born at least. 18 year old punk kid full of piss and vinegar. Just LOOKING for something to lash out at after a series of…very unfortunate losses in his life. There were scholarship offers on the table but no one of them had the appeal of hitting people in an armory that smelled like rust and balls so they ultimately were ignored.” Johnny says, looking around his Mind Palace where images hung of young Johnny Chaos busted wide open and holding his first Championship title. There were also images of an individual in a red outfit and a creepy skull mask. The Crimson Ghost.
“Eventually a mask can become your real face. When I realized that I had become Johnny Maverick once again I became uncomfortable. I used to have a real issue with people seeing who I really was.” Johnny says. He opens up a display containing the ‘Crimson Ghost’ mask on a mannequin head. He picks up the head and looks it in the eyes.
“Ultimately I had to admit that I was hiding. Hiding behind the legacy of my father because I didn’t believe I was good enough but mostly hiding because I was afraid that Johnny was an individual that had very little to offer the world.” Johnny says, running his hands along the fabric of the mask.
“I mean…there was also a girl. A girl I had started dating and believed I was in love and who believed she loved me but I’m sure that was mostly the drugs we were putting into our bodies. Then one day a stray chair shot knocked her out and she didn’t wake up for a few days. She told me she was terrified of me and could never be close to me again. So I hid.” Johnny says. He puts the mannequin head back in the display case and closes it.
“My point is I can’t really fault El Leon Azul for the situation he currently finds himself in as I have been in it before so I guess I’m not really gonna come at him too hard. I mean, you catch more flies with Hone-… oops. Probably not a word I should be using.” Johnny says before placing a hand on his temple as if to nonverbally tell us all ‘Because I’m fucking psychic’.
“I tend to spend a little too much time in my own head.” Johnny says, taking a moment to look around his ‘Mind Palace’.
“I mean…literally in this case.” Johnny says, his eyes darting about the visual analogue to the contents of his mind. He passes by a display case, inside containing a folder reading ‘THE ADRIEN FILE’. He’s tempted to open up the case for a moment, biting his lip.
“Naaaaaah, still got a week or two before we bust that one open.” Johnny says. He goes back to his ‘throne’ which is really just a nice comfy reclining massage chair and picks his NGW Championship up off of it and drapes it over his shoulder.
“I mean I WAS hoping to get one more win over a Guardian before I faced off with Adrien but I guess this will just have to do. A little guy hungry for a shot at making his name off of the World Champion. I like that. I like the attitude and the spunk. I mean, there’s not a chance I can let you pull one over on me and win but I really do dig the fire, kid.” Johnny says.
“I’m not gonna try and get in your head like I did to Jazmyn last show. Hell, I wasn’t even really trying to get into her head at the last show it just kinda happened to work out that way. What I’m going to do is fight you. I am going to come right at you. A lot has been made recently of the fact that I’m damn near impossible to keep down but you could all do with some reminding that I’m not just a punching bag. I can give as bad of a beating as I can take. You see there is an arc here. One I’ve given some thought to and am going to pitch to Adrien pretty soon. It’s one Adrien will accept if he’s so intent on making me HASHTAG BELIEVE but shhhhh….no spoilers just yet. Trust me, this is one motherfucker of an idea.” Johnny says, confident in his words.
“I’m not out here trying to unmask you, Azul. As someone who hid for so long I’d never deprive someone of the option. What I can do is tell you that hiding never really solved anything for me. For a long time I thought I could face the world so long as I kept myself guarded and didn’t let anyone take a peek inside. It’s different now. Johnny Maverick is who I am. It’s not a mask anymore. I show all of you the scars not to brag about them but because you need to see them to know why I am me. I owe that to all of you because all of you are why that punk kid full of piss and vinegar lived past 25, is sober, and has a baby on the way. I owe you because so many of you saw something in me that I never saw in myself. None of that would have happen if I stayed hidden. It is an option to be a different person if you’re hurting inside but the BEST option is to let that hurt out. To broadcast it to the world. I mean, sure there will be the occasional twisted fucks who will see you offer up the most sensitive parts of yourself and sharpen their blades but there are others who…well…” Johnny says. From either side of the Mind Palace comes Mari and Danni, each of them taking his hand and Danni leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Let’s just say I’m glad I stopped hiding.” Johnny says before walking off screen with both women holding onto him.