Post by Maverick on Nov 17, 2013 14:44:40 GMT -5
[Children of The Grand Design Enrichment Retreat - Unknown Underground Location - Months Ago]
"What do you see?" Orn's voice cuts through the silence.
"Just darkness." Maverick replies, his voice cutting through the darkness he now finds himself in.
"But what do you see in the darkness?" Orn asks floating around Maverick's head.
"Well when you close your eyes, your eyes still work because the neurons in your visual cortex are still firing, which produces strange effects. This is referred to as phophenes...so I see that." Maverick rattles off really fast.
"But what do you really see?" Orn asks again. "Focus on the lights, focus on the images, and focus on the patterns."
"The patterns..." Maverick allows himself to see the flashes of light his eyes produce in the darkness. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.
[Key Arena - Seattle Washington - Present]
"Check one, two, three." Maverick watches as technicians put together the PURE backstage set-up. This is the area PURE staff sets up for proper lighting, acoustics, and sound for Jenny Perry to interview wrestlers. Maverick decided to schedule such an interview for the PURE fateful.
"Not to criticize, but we could help." Maverick catches his reflection off a metal support beam. He ignores his reflection and continues to silently watch others work. "Back in the day I'd help these hard working people."
"Back in the day I'd tell you to kick these people in the head. Shall I do that now?" Maverick finally snaps back at his reflection. His reflection rolls his eyes and walks away. Maverick stares at the metal pole now devoid of his reflection. He's tapped on his shoulder by a producer.
"What are you looking at?" he asks Maverick. Maverick turns his head to glare at him. The guy just shutters a bit and mentioning something about 'ready to roll.' Maverick grabs the front part of his cloak and pulls it tighter to him. He takes a walk over to the sound stage and takes his place on the left as the producers intended. He crosses his arms as the camera operator adjusts the camera to the shot.
Finally the man Maverick was waiting for made his way down the hall, fumbling through a handful of index cards. After the uncooperative Kyle Bacon, Maverick decided to go out and hire someone else to do his interviews. Someone who would be helpful in delivering Kyle's message. That man was Rodney Sinclair. He's a sports journalist, but his familiarity with professional wrestling was very minimal. It was better for everyone if he just read prepared questions Maverick had graciously wrote for him.
"Ah Mr. Jones! Great to finally meet!" Rodney offered extending his hand...but then dropping his index cards. He panics and gets on the ground scrambling to pick them up. Maverick leans over and grabs him by the collar, helping him back to his feet.
"I'm sure a journalistic professional such as you has already memorized his lines." Maverick said, giving him a look.
"Uh...sure..." Rodney stammers a bit. He removes his glasses to wipe some sweat from his head. Maverick pats him on the back causing Rodney to fumble his glasses. Maverick gives them a kick sweeping them across the floor.
"Wait, I need those to see..." Rodney says squinting in the direction of his glasses.
"You only need faith to see." Maverick replies. "Faith in something greater than yourself. Faith in The Grand Design. You see Rodney, you and the rest of PURE faithful are blind. I wish to help illuminate your world. Didn't you have something you needed to ask me?"
"Oh! Uhhh...you said you had a message for your opponents this week." Rodney says while cringing, hoping he's right.
"A message for Allen and Jair. My message is simple. Faith. Have faith in my words. Have faith in my actions. Have faith, that my victory this week serves a purpose greater than yours." Maverick clasps his hands together. "I want you to imagine a shirt with a loose thread. What do you do?"
"You tug at it." Rodney states now squinting at Maverick.
"Don't be a fool. What does that thread represent? Your simple minded perspective sees the loose thread and assume that it has no importance. But that is where you are wrong. Every thread has a purpose. I look at Allen and Jair, loose threads in my web, and those loose threads could be tugged. Could be discarded. But I recognize that they have a purpose. If those threads are left be, they still contribute to the fabric as a whole." Maverick pauses.
"But what does that mean?" Rodney says nervously. It's clear to anyone watching that he's gone off script. Maverick twitches a little bit.
"It means, Allen and Jair's importance to....to PURE Wrestling is debatable. One could say they are just a few extra bodies droning along. One could say they are an important springboard for me and my message. I'd like to say that Allen and Jair could be important, but that's not for me to decide."
"Why not? If you beat them wouldn't that be important?" Rodney says. Instead of saying anything, Maverick strolls over to wear Rodney's glasses lay abandoned on the floor. He casually brings his foot up above them.
"It's for the Mother Woven to decide. She who weaves the fabric of fate. She who decides the outcome of everyone. Destiny is only in the hands of those who see the patterns she has left for everyone. Our Mother is wicked, yet resolute. She decides what happens next." Maverick brings his foot down on Rodney's glasses, and he instantly recognizes the sound of glass and metal crunching. "That too was decided."
"My glasses..." Rodney trails off. Maverick walks back over to his place beside Rodney.
"I want the fans of PURE to know, I am here to offer their lives meaning, as witness to my message! As witness to the fates of Allen and Jair. Allen, this is an all-points bulletin. Your life thus far has been devoid of real meaning. You wander from one city to another, one show to another, one match to another. Win or lose, I know you have an empty feeling inside you. Like that your life is a waste, and you should have done so much more. Those who wander without faith have no one to believe in them. These fans, witnesses to you drone, they profess no belief in you. Your message is empty, your message is faithless, and no one can believe in that. But I want you to do something this week. I want you to see me. To stand with me and look into my eyes. Know my message, and know my power. Feel my words deep into your soul and end your meager existence! I offer you salvation but at the end of my boot and my fist. It takes great sacrifice to find meaning. What do you honestly have left to sacrifice?" Maverick stomps his foot on the ground and twists the sole of his shoe on the ground for emphasis.
"I talk of faith and sacrifice, because unlike my opponents I know what those mean. Jair calls himself 'The Great' but is he worthy of a title that Alexander dared to proclaim on himself? Alexander found himself with faith, faith in empty things. My Mother Woven attempted to show Alexander a truer message. And when he failed to reciprocate, he was struck down with the heathens he dared to lay with! Jair, you are much like Alexander, and for many they would take that as a compliment. Like him, you assume that because you've risen from nothing that now you are something! But I am here to tell you that you never rose from the nothingness you found yourself in. You simply plateaued, tricking yourself into thinking the horizontal was vertical. I'm here to correct your three dimensional thinking and give you a glimpse into the four dimensional world. You are traveling across an unsustainable plane. I want you to hear my message, and I want you to start climbing in the right direction. You haven't done anything with your life, until you step inside a ring with me and meet face to face with my truth!" Maverick motions for Rodney to leave the shot, and he does so, tripping over wires in the process.
"PURE Wrestling, find meaning this week. Bear witness to Allen and Jair! Bear witness to the woes they weave. Oh....the woes we weave...the woes we weave..."
"What do you see?" Orn's voice cuts through the silence.
"Just darkness." Maverick replies, his voice cutting through the darkness he now finds himself in.
"But what do you see in the darkness?" Orn asks floating around Maverick's head.
"Well when you close your eyes, your eyes still work because the neurons in your visual cortex are still firing, which produces strange effects. This is referred to as phophenes...so I see that." Maverick rattles off really fast.
"But what do you really see?" Orn asks again. "Focus on the lights, focus on the images, and focus on the patterns."
"The patterns..." Maverick allows himself to see the flashes of light his eyes produce in the darkness. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.
[Key Arena - Seattle Washington - Present]
"Check one, two, three." Maverick watches as technicians put together the PURE backstage set-up. This is the area PURE staff sets up for proper lighting, acoustics, and sound for Jenny Perry to interview wrestlers. Maverick decided to schedule such an interview for the PURE fateful.
"Not to criticize, but we could help." Maverick catches his reflection off a metal support beam. He ignores his reflection and continues to silently watch others work. "Back in the day I'd help these hard working people."
"Back in the day I'd tell you to kick these people in the head. Shall I do that now?" Maverick finally snaps back at his reflection. His reflection rolls his eyes and walks away. Maverick stares at the metal pole now devoid of his reflection. He's tapped on his shoulder by a producer.
"What are you looking at?" he asks Maverick. Maverick turns his head to glare at him. The guy just shutters a bit and mentioning something about 'ready to roll.' Maverick grabs the front part of his cloak and pulls it tighter to him. He takes a walk over to the sound stage and takes his place on the left as the producers intended. He crosses his arms as the camera operator adjusts the camera to the shot.
Finally the man Maverick was waiting for made his way down the hall, fumbling through a handful of index cards. After the uncooperative Kyle Bacon, Maverick decided to go out and hire someone else to do his interviews. Someone who would be helpful in delivering Kyle's message. That man was Rodney Sinclair. He's a sports journalist, but his familiarity with professional wrestling was very minimal. It was better for everyone if he just read prepared questions Maverick had graciously wrote for him.
"Ah Mr. Jones! Great to finally meet!" Rodney offered extending his hand...but then dropping his index cards. He panics and gets on the ground scrambling to pick them up. Maverick leans over and grabs him by the collar, helping him back to his feet.
"I'm sure a journalistic professional such as you has already memorized his lines." Maverick said, giving him a look.
"Uh...sure..." Rodney stammers a bit. He removes his glasses to wipe some sweat from his head. Maverick pats him on the back causing Rodney to fumble his glasses. Maverick gives them a kick sweeping them across the floor.
"Wait, I need those to see..." Rodney says squinting in the direction of his glasses.
"You only need faith to see." Maverick replies. "Faith in something greater than yourself. Faith in The Grand Design. You see Rodney, you and the rest of PURE faithful are blind. I wish to help illuminate your world. Didn't you have something you needed to ask me?"
"Oh! Uhhh...you said you had a message for your opponents this week." Rodney says while cringing, hoping he's right.
"A message for Allen and Jair. My message is simple. Faith. Have faith in my words. Have faith in my actions. Have faith, that my victory this week serves a purpose greater than yours." Maverick clasps his hands together. "I want you to imagine a shirt with a loose thread. What do you do?"
"You tug at it." Rodney states now squinting at Maverick.
"Don't be a fool. What does that thread represent? Your simple minded perspective sees the loose thread and assume that it has no importance. But that is where you are wrong. Every thread has a purpose. I look at Allen and Jair, loose threads in my web, and those loose threads could be tugged. Could be discarded. But I recognize that they have a purpose. If those threads are left be, they still contribute to the fabric as a whole." Maverick pauses.
"But what does that mean?" Rodney says nervously. It's clear to anyone watching that he's gone off script. Maverick twitches a little bit.
"It means, Allen and Jair's importance to....to PURE Wrestling is debatable. One could say they are just a few extra bodies droning along. One could say they are an important springboard for me and my message. I'd like to say that Allen and Jair could be important, but that's not for me to decide."
"Why not? If you beat them wouldn't that be important?" Rodney says. Instead of saying anything, Maverick strolls over to wear Rodney's glasses lay abandoned on the floor. He casually brings his foot up above them.
"It's for the Mother Woven to decide. She who weaves the fabric of fate. She who decides the outcome of everyone. Destiny is only in the hands of those who see the patterns she has left for everyone. Our Mother is wicked, yet resolute. She decides what happens next." Maverick brings his foot down on Rodney's glasses, and he instantly recognizes the sound of glass and metal crunching. "That too was decided."
"My glasses..." Rodney trails off. Maverick walks back over to his place beside Rodney.
"I want the fans of PURE to know, I am here to offer their lives meaning, as witness to my message! As witness to the fates of Allen and Jair. Allen, this is an all-points bulletin. Your life thus far has been devoid of real meaning. You wander from one city to another, one show to another, one match to another. Win or lose, I know you have an empty feeling inside you. Like that your life is a waste, and you should have done so much more. Those who wander without faith have no one to believe in them. These fans, witnesses to you drone, they profess no belief in you. Your message is empty, your message is faithless, and no one can believe in that. But I want you to do something this week. I want you to see me. To stand with me and look into my eyes. Know my message, and know my power. Feel my words deep into your soul and end your meager existence! I offer you salvation but at the end of my boot and my fist. It takes great sacrifice to find meaning. What do you honestly have left to sacrifice?" Maverick stomps his foot on the ground and twists the sole of his shoe on the ground for emphasis.
"I talk of faith and sacrifice, because unlike my opponents I know what those mean. Jair calls himself 'The Great' but is he worthy of a title that Alexander dared to proclaim on himself? Alexander found himself with faith, faith in empty things. My Mother Woven attempted to show Alexander a truer message. And when he failed to reciprocate, he was struck down with the heathens he dared to lay with! Jair, you are much like Alexander, and for many they would take that as a compliment. Like him, you assume that because you've risen from nothing that now you are something! But I am here to tell you that you never rose from the nothingness you found yourself in. You simply plateaued, tricking yourself into thinking the horizontal was vertical. I'm here to correct your three dimensional thinking and give you a glimpse into the four dimensional world. You are traveling across an unsustainable plane. I want you to hear my message, and I want you to start climbing in the right direction. You haven't done anything with your life, until you step inside a ring with me and meet face to face with my truth!" Maverick motions for Rodney to leave the shot, and he does so, tripping over wires in the process.
"PURE Wrestling, find meaning this week. Bear witness to Allen and Jair! Bear witness to the woes they weave. Oh....the woes we weave...the woes we weave..."
