Johnny Maverick- How Are You?

“Well the ink is drying on my second set of divorce papers so I think I'm dealing with it pretty well. I'll move on, fight a little harder, internalize the shit out of it and probably die of a brain aneurysm when I turn 40. We're mostly keeping it quiet. No one's fault. The way we've both been working we barely saw each other and when we did... the magic was gone. It's been a week. I can understand if people would be concerned since the last time I got divorced I died of a drug overdose and was resucitated in the back of an ambulance but then again I also understand if no one is concerned because all I am in RW is the asshole who beat up his boss. So yeah, shitty thing happened. Moving on.” Johnny said with a shrug and a dismissive wanking gesture. He has this 'barely slept in a week' look about him.  

“Trixie seems to be under the impression that I give a fuck who she fucks. I don't. Like, not even a little. I don't give a fuck who anyone fucks if it isn't me. I've barely spoken to Trixie but in the past her boyfriend and I have had words...as well as fists and tables.” Johnny says. 

“Trix, for the most part I kept your name out of my mouth while I was dealing with Devlin because I'm not the kind of guy who goes after someones loved ones when he has a beef with them. That's something a shitty person would do. I'll admit I am an asshole but did I ONCE attack you? For that matter did I ever attack Devlin outside of a match? No. This was about respect. Devlin earned my respect in that match and I'd like to think I earned some of his. Now, you're going to toss aside this notion of this being about him right now because nothing would make me lose that respect for Devlin faster than finding out that after I beat him up he sicced his girlfriend on me. He fought me like a fucking warrior. Don't take that away from him. I'm not here to fight my bosses vengeful girlfriend. I'm here to fight another warrior. That's what I do. I don't hate you. Fuck, I never really hated Devlin. I hated the shitty thing he did to me and I kicked his ass for it. We're square now.” Johnny says. 

“I can count the amount of opponents I've hated in my 11 years as a wrestler on one hand. I don't mix my emotions with my work because when that bell rings? I'm a fucking professional. I know that's difficult for people to wrap their head around because I get up to so much shenanigans but there is no one with more 'get shit done' in them than me. I talk a lot of shit and before every match I put my mouth on display and offer my opponent a chance to do something about it. They all take theri swings and not a single one of them has been able to shut me up.” Johnny says. He holds up his signature mouthguard that reads 'PUNCH HERE'. 

“I have absolutely zero illusions about what this roster thinks of me. Everyone here either hates me or couldn't give a shit if I lived or died. That's fine. I can work with that but I'm through being quiet. So to start with, fuck Gavin Grimes.” Johnny says, waiting for a moment to let that very specific call-out sink in. 

“'Gavin Grimes is back!'. Oh fucking eat my asshole. Everyone line up to suck his dick while the taste of Devlin Scott's saliva is still fresh on it. Bring me all of your Gods with all of their fanfare and I'll put gloves on my Godslayers. He flexes his boner on twitter about winning and renaming the World Title so it more accurately reflects a time when people gave a shit about him. You come in with all of this fanfare and all of this support from Devlin. Dude probably literally can't wait to give you a title shot. It'll mean more a few months or so from now when I win it because there's no other job where someone got employee of the month after beating the shit out of their manager and my brief tenure at McDonalds when I was 16 serves as definitve proof of this as I was swiftly fired.” Johnny says. He stops for a moment as he realizes he's rambling. 

“Fuck, I'm actually sorry about all of this. Like I said, last time this happened I OD'ed and now I'm just talking shit about people I've barely met into a camera. I mean, what if I did just a LITTLE bit of heroin? That'd be cool right? That was a joke by the way... oh fuck me now I'm pointing out my own jokes.” Johnny says, rolling his eyes and releasing a noise that's somewhere between a groan and a growl.

“You know what? No. I'm not going to let this shit happen. Do you know why? Because once that bell rings not a fucking lick of it is going to matter. THAT'S what I need. I'm never gonna be a perfect husband or boyfriend because the only time I'm ever allowed to be myself is in a wrestling ring. If I were born in a different time I'd be a Gladiator or some other kind of pit fighter. I'm never fighting for the money or fame or...or whatever other reason people do this. I do this because it's wired in me. It's the only thing I've ever reallly...” Johnny says, he stops a moment and wonders if he should be revealing this much about himself. 

“...been good at.” Johnny says. He takes a long breath. 

“Anyway...fuckin...I need to get back to training so uh...'whatever my catchphrase is.' Bye.” Johnny says. He puts his gloves on and steps away to the mats on the floor.  

“You three. At once. Come at me.” Johnny says, gesturing off-camera. Johnny takes a fighting stance as three of his Hoodie Ninjas rush at him but the camera turns off before they reach him.