Johnny Maverick: Six Words

“There's no disqualifications, right?” Johnny asks.

“Right, but this is more of an intervention for the sake of sanity.” says Oliver Fitzsimmons. Oliver was Johnny's younger brother who lived in Japan and was known early in his career for his proficiency in Japanese deathmatches before moving past it to become an accomplished striker and aerialist. He was more commonly known by the moniker 'Spyke Gein'.

“The barbed wire is staying. That's for sure.” Johnny says.

“Fine, but the blowtorch? That's not happening.” Ollie says.

“Whaaaaat? You used to be fun.” Johnny says.

“I've also had to pick a thumbtack out of my scrotum.” Ollie says.

“See? This is why I came to an expert. No blowtorch.” Johnny says.

“Has all of this really been worth it?” Ollie asks.

“I mean...no... but I never assumed it would be.” Johnny says as he looks at a few boxes of thumbtacks.

“Then why bother?” Ollie asks.

“Because it just wouldn't feel right if I didn't, y'know? What he did was shitty and whether it benefits me or not... He needs to be punished for it.” Johnny says. He takes out his mouthguard and reads the words 'PUNCH HERE' written on it.

“You know I've known you my whole life and you never really struck me as the 'vengeful vigilante' type. At least when you aren't wearing the dumb skeleton mask and acting like a horror film villain.” Ollie says.

“I let another guy do that now, but he decided he was too pretty for the mask I guess.” Johnny says.

“How is Marty?” Ollie asks.

“Same as usual. Too serious for his own good. Has a smoking hot wife. I banged her a few years before he met her.” Johnny says.

“Nice.” Ollie says.

“So... how do you feel about me setting my kickpad on fire and kicking him in the face?” Johnny asks.

“I feel like I did that in Osaka like 5 years ago.” Ollie says, rolling his eyes.





“'Gosh, maybe I shoulda apologized'.” Johnny says. He's sitting in a small restaurant in Tokyo. He takes a sip of his tea.

“Those'll be the words Devlin Scott is thinking as I'm raining punches down on his face.” Johnny says.

“You see for those of you just tuning in, this beef between Dev and I started when Devlin Scott and I first met after the last IPW show. I asked for a few reasonable additions to my new contract since I was coming in as the IPW Spotlight Champion and Dev refused. We had a little bit of an argument and I went on my way, all set to sign somewhere else. Except...after our contract negotiations, Devlin Scott decided to spread the rumor that I was mentally unstable and unfit to wrestle in my current mental condition. Some of you may recognize this as a 'total dick move'. In the end, I was forced to sign with Redemption Wrestling for the simple fact that I had been blacklisted. No one else would sign me and Devlin Scott was able to get me for a bargain. That's why we're here. Devlin Scott is a fucking con artist and it's time he answers for it.” Johnny says, no sarcasm or jokes coming from Johnny for once.

“You really just could've apologized and I would've just moved on. I'd probably already have a singles title. Honestly it benefits me very little to have this beef with you but frankly this needs to be fucking done.” Johnny says.

“I've been playing a lot of games with you Dev but don't get shit twisted. I am fucking pissed. I'm finally done playing this game of eating losses to make you think you're safe enough to face me. You're stepping into the ring with a veteran and any little bit of wrasslin training you got from your girlfriend is gonna mean diddly-fuck when the bell rings.” Johnny says before he finishes his tea.

“I'm not going to just beat you, Devvy. I'm going to break you. Hey, a year from now when you're sitting in your wheelchair making all kinds of money off of me and I'm your World Champion? We can look back on all of this and laugh.” Johnny says. He nods to a server as she passes and she pours him more tea.

“I've been in scenarios before where I feud with management. Go ask David Blazenwing and Chris Chamelion how that turned out. I can effectively predict the six words they'll respond to you with and I can do it without the use of my psychic abilities.” Johnny says. He lifts the tea to his lips, blows on it, and takes a small sip.

“Do not fuck with Johnny Maverick.” Johnny says. He smirks.

-End-