Post by Maverick on Nov 9, 2013 13:53:35 GMT -5
[Children of The Grand Design Enrichment Retreat - Unknown Underground Location - Months Ago]
"Maverick, you have taken your first steps to the truth. How do you feel?" Maverick looks up from the book he was reading to the man. He had a real cracked look to him, probably due to the dry air in the enrichment center and his lack of treatment for his psoriasis.
"I mean, it sounds alright. The Grand Design...I can see it. The patterns that make it up are everywhere." Maverick replies.
"The patterns that determine fate. Maverick what I am about to show you very few people have ever seen. You see, The Mother Woven, weaver of the Grand Design is very interested in you. In who you are and what you're capable of. She has been caring for you long before you ever became aware of her. She told me 'Orn, that Maverick is special to me. You lead him down the right path.' Maverick...this is the path you have been meant to travel your entire life." Orn said to him, leading him to a stone door with various markings. Maverick looks at the door for a moment and then traces a spiral with his finger on the face of the door.
"Good, good. You see it. The Golden Spiral. Is there not a more perfect pattern in nature?" Orn asks as the door begins to slide open.
"You told me to look for patterns everywhere. There are patterns everywhere." Maverick said peering into the dark hallway in front of them.
"Before we enter, and before you learn the truth, you must ponder three questions." Orn tells him patting him on the shoulder.
"There's going to be a test?" Maverick looks at him sheepishly.
"You are living a test. Life is the ultimate test. Maverick, who are you?"
"Who am I?"
"Where are you?"
"Right here, I think."
"Who are you meant to be?"
"The person I am right now."
"Maverick....step into the darkness, and seek the real answers to these questions..." Orn said beckoning Maverick to take a step forward. Maverick takes a deep breath...
[Key Arena - Seattle Washington - Present]
Maverick exhales slowly as he drifts his gaze down the hallway to a dorky looking man moving through the backstage area. The man continued to look around like a deer in headlights, talking to passersby who give him no attention. Finally he spots the man he was looking for, Maverick standing alone against a backdrop of a poster advertising PURE TV. He gives a small wave and approaches Maverick with a little apprehension. True, they have become good friends, but who Maverick is right now, the philosophy that he has recently embraced, really puts him off.
"Man, my flight from Chicago was hell. Did you know it pretty much rains all the time here?" the dork in the glasses asked Maverick. Maverick said nothing, choosing to stare at some of the people working in the arena. The man eyes Maverick's choice of attire up and down. He normally came to expect Maverick to wear normal clothes. The Maverick he knew was not one for pomp and circumstance. Certainly not with the scarring facepaint and the long robe he's draped himself with.
"You're really doing this, aren't you?" the man nervously said, trying to be as non-confrontational as possible.
"Kyle, thank you for walking this path with me, even if for just a short time." Maverick says in a tone devoid of his typical glee.
"Yes, because I have to go back to Chicago. I can't fly out here for you all the time. We don't work together anyone." Kyle replies.
"How true." Maverick gives a weak smile.
"Yes, this is great. I get to document how a good friend of mine descends into madness. Real madness. Do you know what that's like?" Kyle asks. Maverick doesn't say a word. "I feel like I'm losing a friend. I knew you were going to some non-traditional meetings. I thought that you were getting help. For a while it seemed like it was working. You were wrestling great. You were teaching around the world in your spare time."
"I was playing my part in The Grand Design." Maverick interjects.
"Right. So now this Grand sign has you dressed in a foreboding get-up spouting out craziness, and you're completely okay with this? Rather, you expect your friends and family to be okay with this?" Kyle asks, spitting it out as fast as he can.
"Do I expect people to be okay with my truth? Yes, I do. I asked you here Kyle, because you say you are my friend. You will help me make my Declaration of Verification, right?" Maverick asks looking bullets through Kyle.
"Sure....sure..." he sheepishly replies. Kyle unloads a backpack from his shoulder and starts digging through it. Maverick takes a few steps down the hall.
"You know, this isn't us." Maverick turns his head to the sound of the voice. He looks at himself in the mirror and smiles.
"It is now." Maverick tells himself. His reflection wipes the facepaint off and stands up right to the edge of the glass portal.
"I know what you're thinking about doing. You want to present him as our friend, and then beat him up, to make a statement." his reflection says. Maverick shakes his head.
"He doesn't believe what I believe. You know what has to be done." Maverick says to the mirror.
"All I'm saying, is that if you're going to masquerade around pretending to be me-"
"I am you!" Maverick shouts at the mirror. He stops and looks around as people glance around at him. He pulls his cloak over his head and takes another few steps down the hallway.
"No, you and I both know that you are just the voice inside my head." his reflection says as Maverick looks into a blank TV monitor now. "What they did to us at the Enrichment Center somehow made the real me the voice inside my head. Well your head right now. But it was mine to begin with."
Maverick stares at his reflection in the TV monitor. He puts his hand on the screen and pats it. "Have you considered that you're just the voice inside my head now? Live with it." Maverick tells his reflection before turning away.
"Fine. But as the voice inside your head I need to tell you that we are much more creative than this." his reflection says. Maverick is about to turn around again but is stopped as Kyle walks over to him.
"Who are you talking to?" Kyle asks him. Maverick stares at him blankly for a moment, before regaining his composure.
"Good news...I was just consulting The Grand Design...it is foretold...come with me." Maverick says. He takes Kyle and starts heading down the hall. Out of the corner of his eye he catches his reflection giving him a big grin.
Maverick leads Kyle further into the arena. As Kyle tries to ask questions, Maverick hushes him. Maverick leads Kyle up some side stairs, and after a few minutes of walking they end up on the roof of the Key Arena. It's a dark crisp night.
"Are you sure we should be up here?" Kyle asks. Maverick says nothing and leads him over to where the front of the arena is. The arena slants down here. No matter Maverick pushed Kyle and soon both him and Maverick are standing in front of the Key Arena sign. A few fans making their way into the arena for the show tonight notice and start pointing out to the two men standing on the arena. Some gasp and show some serious concern, because a step or two forward would send them potentially right off the front of the arena.
"HAVE FAITH!" Maverick shouts to the fans down below to get their attention. Kyle backs up and puts his hands on the sign behind them.
"Why did I let you lead me here? This isn't a good idea!" Kyle says panicked. More fans take notice and start pointing and taking pictures.
"Just do your job." Maverick whispers. This will shut up the voice in his head, Maverick thought to himself.
"Ummm....I'm uhhh....Kyle Bacon and...uhhh..." he stutters a bit.
"I can see bad things in your future Kyle. My Mother would be okay with that." Maverick says.
"I'm here with my friend....Maverick Jones who asked me to come here today and...introduce him to the PURE fateful." Kyle blurts out quickly. Maverick turns his head to look at him to encourage him to continue.
"Maverick...you wrestle around the world, yet decided to sign with PURE." Kyle asks, trying not to lose his footing.
"Speak up next time." Maverick says. He then walks to the edge of their platform to look down at the fans waiting to enter the arena.
"My name, is Maverick. And I am here to deliver the truth to all of you! Your lives have put you on a path to this moment. To witness this. To witness The Grand Design in action. I am here to give your lives meaning." Maverick bellows to the crowd below.
"What do you mean by that?" Kyle quickly asks. He thinks about reaching out to make sure Maverick doesn't fall, but decides against it in favor of his own footing.
"Tonight, everyone who bought a ticket ceases to be ignorant to the truth. Tonight, I make a promise to each and every one of you, to give you meaning. I make this promise...by breaking THE Promise." Maverick says. He pulls out a headshot of Anthony Bailey from his pocket. It's an image he clearly pulled from the PURE website. He crumples it off and tosses it in the crowd.
"What are your plans for Bailey then?" Kyle asks, with a bit more volume to satisfy Maverick.
"I'm glad you asked that. The Promise is lying to all of you! He comes to PURE a false prophet! I see him in the locker room. Taking time to talk to everyone. From the insignificant janitor to the boom mic operator. Anthony Bailey offers PURE a kind heart and a true soul. But those are empty promises. I offer PURE meaning. I offer all of you true meaning." Maverick shouts down to the fans. Many of the fans don't react well to this.
"How can you offer such things?" Kyle asked, but then gasps as Maverick trips him and pins him down to the platform.
"I'm going to offer PURE something no one else can. Real meaning, and real consequences." Maverick says putting his knee in Kyle's lower back, as Kyle puts his hands on the side of the roof to brace himself.
"I thought we were friends." Kyle says hushed to Maverick as he looks down the side of the building. He could easily slide down and topple over to the ground below.
"We are friends. You are helping me demonstrate something." Maverick whispers to him.
"No that's enough...I'm done let me go." Kyle exasperates.
"Do you really want me to do that right this second....friend?" Maverick whispers practically in his ear. Kyle immediately shakes his head vigorously.
"Let me continue. We are not show ponies in your parade." Maverick shouts down to the fans. "We are all threads in the web of The Grand Design! Our lives have intersected right here, to this very fabric in time. And my Mother Woven is a gracious mother. She could cut anyone's thread right now. She could cut mine. She could cut Kyle here."
The fans start booing from the sidewalk below. In response to this Maverick backs himself and Kyle away from the edge.
"But instead she has allowed me to show everyone her mercy. Instead you get to hold Anthony Bailey's fate in your hands tonight. It's how you treat him will result in how fate treats him. It's a very powerful feeling is it not? That powerful feeling is why I have embraced the message of The Grand Design and taken my truth and my abilities to PURE Wrestling." Maverick stands back from the edge and turns to look at the Key Arena sign and his reflection.
"You're wrong" his reflection and Kyle say at the same time. "I'm done Maverick. I thought I could trust you."
"Listen to them booing behind you." his reflection quips. Kyle starts to make his way back to the stairs.
"Something happened to you...and I supported you through it. I came all the way out here to Seattle to support you again...but no more. I'm done." Kyle says as the wind starts to pick up. He disappears back into the arena. Maverick looks at his reflection again.
"Good job there. Who is going to help you now?" his reflection asks. Maverick ignores this and turns back to the fans who start booing again.
"I want you to watch me deliver fate to Anthony Bailey tonight. And I want everyone in PURE to embrace The Grand Design, or become victim to it. When I win this evening, it will legitimize my faith to the rest of the locker room, and legitimize my message to all of you. And then you, witnesses of The Grand Design, will be able to come at peace with yourselves." Maverick starts laughing to himself. He can feel the disapproving gaze of his reflection behind him. He begins to retreat from the platform.
"Oh the woes we weave....the woes we weave..."
"Maverick, you have taken your first steps to the truth. How do you feel?" Maverick looks up from the book he was reading to the man. He had a real cracked look to him, probably due to the dry air in the enrichment center and his lack of treatment for his psoriasis.
"I mean, it sounds alright. The Grand Design...I can see it. The patterns that make it up are everywhere." Maverick replies.
"The patterns that determine fate. Maverick what I am about to show you very few people have ever seen. You see, The Mother Woven, weaver of the Grand Design is very interested in you. In who you are and what you're capable of. She has been caring for you long before you ever became aware of her. She told me 'Orn, that Maverick is special to me. You lead him down the right path.' Maverick...this is the path you have been meant to travel your entire life." Orn said to him, leading him to a stone door with various markings. Maverick looks at the door for a moment and then traces a spiral with his finger on the face of the door.
"Good, good. You see it. The Golden Spiral. Is there not a more perfect pattern in nature?" Orn asks as the door begins to slide open.
"You told me to look for patterns everywhere. There are patterns everywhere." Maverick said peering into the dark hallway in front of them.
"Before we enter, and before you learn the truth, you must ponder three questions." Orn tells him patting him on the shoulder.
"There's going to be a test?" Maverick looks at him sheepishly.
"You are living a test. Life is the ultimate test. Maverick, who are you?"
"Who am I?"
"Where are you?"
"Right here, I think."
"Who are you meant to be?"
"The person I am right now."
"Maverick....step into the darkness, and seek the real answers to these questions..." Orn said beckoning Maverick to take a step forward. Maverick takes a deep breath...
[Key Arena - Seattle Washington - Present]
Maverick exhales slowly as he drifts his gaze down the hallway to a dorky looking man moving through the backstage area. The man continued to look around like a deer in headlights, talking to passersby who give him no attention. Finally he spots the man he was looking for, Maverick standing alone against a backdrop of a poster advertising PURE TV. He gives a small wave and approaches Maverick with a little apprehension. True, they have become good friends, but who Maverick is right now, the philosophy that he has recently embraced, really puts him off.
"Man, my flight from Chicago was hell. Did you know it pretty much rains all the time here?" the dork in the glasses asked Maverick. Maverick said nothing, choosing to stare at some of the people working in the arena. The man eyes Maverick's choice of attire up and down. He normally came to expect Maverick to wear normal clothes. The Maverick he knew was not one for pomp and circumstance. Certainly not with the scarring facepaint and the long robe he's draped himself with.
"You're really doing this, aren't you?" the man nervously said, trying to be as non-confrontational as possible.
"Kyle, thank you for walking this path with me, even if for just a short time." Maverick says in a tone devoid of his typical glee.
"Yes, because I have to go back to Chicago. I can't fly out here for you all the time. We don't work together anyone." Kyle replies.
"How true." Maverick gives a weak smile.
"Yes, this is great. I get to document how a good friend of mine descends into madness. Real madness. Do you know what that's like?" Kyle asks. Maverick doesn't say a word. "I feel like I'm losing a friend. I knew you were going to some non-traditional meetings. I thought that you were getting help. For a while it seemed like it was working. You were wrestling great. You were teaching around the world in your spare time."
"I was playing my part in The Grand Design." Maverick interjects.
"Right. So now this Grand sign has you dressed in a foreboding get-up spouting out craziness, and you're completely okay with this? Rather, you expect your friends and family to be okay with this?" Kyle asks, spitting it out as fast as he can.
"Do I expect people to be okay with my truth? Yes, I do. I asked you here Kyle, because you say you are my friend. You will help me make my Declaration of Verification, right?" Maverick asks looking bullets through Kyle.
"Sure....sure..." he sheepishly replies. Kyle unloads a backpack from his shoulder and starts digging through it. Maverick takes a few steps down the hall.
"You know, this isn't us." Maverick turns his head to the sound of the voice. He looks at himself in the mirror and smiles.
"It is now." Maverick tells himself. His reflection wipes the facepaint off and stands up right to the edge of the glass portal.
"I know what you're thinking about doing. You want to present him as our friend, and then beat him up, to make a statement." his reflection says. Maverick shakes his head.
"He doesn't believe what I believe. You know what has to be done." Maverick says to the mirror.
"All I'm saying, is that if you're going to masquerade around pretending to be me-"
"I am you!" Maverick shouts at the mirror. He stops and looks around as people glance around at him. He pulls his cloak over his head and takes another few steps down the hallway.
"No, you and I both know that you are just the voice inside my head." his reflection says as Maverick looks into a blank TV monitor now. "What they did to us at the Enrichment Center somehow made the real me the voice inside my head. Well your head right now. But it was mine to begin with."
Maverick stares at his reflection in the TV monitor. He puts his hand on the screen and pats it. "Have you considered that you're just the voice inside my head now? Live with it." Maverick tells his reflection before turning away.
"Fine. But as the voice inside your head I need to tell you that we are much more creative than this." his reflection says. Maverick is about to turn around again but is stopped as Kyle walks over to him.
"Who are you talking to?" Kyle asks him. Maverick stares at him blankly for a moment, before regaining his composure.
"Good news...I was just consulting The Grand Design...it is foretold...come with me." Maverick says. He takes Kyle and starts heading down the hall. Out of the corner of his eye he catches his reflection giving him a big grin.
Maverick leads Kyle further into the arena. As Kyle tries to ask questions, Maverick hushes him. Maverick leads Kyle up some side stairs, and after a few minutes of walking they end up on the roof of the Key Arena. It's a dark crisp night.
"Are you sure we should be up here?" Kyle asks. Maverick says nothing and leads him over to where the front of the arena is. The arena slants down here. No matter Maverick pushed Kyle and soon both him and Maverick are standing in front of the Key Arena sign. A few fans making their way into the arena for the show tonight notice and start pointing out to the two men standing on the arena. Some gasp and show some serious concern, because a step or two forward would send them potentially right off the front of the arena.
"HAVE FAITH!" Maverick shouts to the fans down below to get their attention. Kyle backs up and puts his hands on the sign behind them.
"Why did I let you lead me here? This isn't a good idea!" Kyle says panicked. More fans take notice and start pointing and taking pictures.
"Just do your job." Maverick whispers. This will shut up the voice in his head, Maverick thought to himself.
"Ummm....I'm uhhh....Kyle Bacon and...uhhh..." he stutters a bit.
"I can see bad things in your future Kyle. My Mother would be okay with that." Maverick says.
"I'm here with my friend....Maverick Jones who asked me to come here today and...introduce him to the PURE fateful." Kyle blurts out quickly. Maverick turns his head to look at him to encourage him to continue.
"Maverick...you wrestle around the world, yet decided to sign with PURE." Kyle asks, trying not to lose his footing.
"Speak up next time." Maverick says. He then walks to the edge of their platform to look down at the fans waiting to enter the arena.
"My name, is Maverick. And I am here to deliver the truth to all of you! Your lives have put you on a path to this moment. To witness this. To witness The Grand Design in action. I am here to give your lives meaning." Maverick bellows to the crowd below.
"What do you mean by that?" Kyle quickly asks. He thinks about reaching out to make sure Maverick doesn't fall, but decides against it in favor of his own footing.
"Tonight, everyone who bought a ticket ceases to be ignorant to the truth. Tonight, I make a promise to each and every one of you, to give you meaning. I make this promise...by breaking THE Promise." Maverick says. He pulls out a headshot of Anthony Bailey from his pocket. It's an image he clearly pulled from the PURE website. He crumples it off and tosses it in the crowd.
"What are your plans for Bailey then?" Kyle asks, with a bit more volume to satisfy Maverick.
"I'm glad you asked that. The Promise is lying to all of you! He comes to PURE a false prophet! I see him in the locker room. Taking time to talk to everyone. From the insignificant janitor to the boom mic operator. Anthony Bailey offers PURE a kind heart and a true soul. But those are empty promises. I offer PURE meaning. I offer all of you true meaning." Maverick shouts down to the fans. Many of the fans don't react well to this.
"How can you offer such things?" Kyle asked, but then gasps as Maverick trips him and pins him down to the platform.
"I'm going to offer PURE something no one else can. Real meaning, and real consequences." Maverick says putting his knee in Kyle's lower back, as Kyle puts his hands on the side of the roof to brace himself.
"I thought we were friends." Kyle says hushed to Maverick as he looks down the side of the building. He could easily slide down and topple over to the ground below.
"We are friends. You are helping me demonstrate something." Maverick whispers to him.
"No that's enough...I'm done let me go." Kyle exasperates.
"Do you really want me to do that right this second....friend?" Maverick whispers practically in his ear. Kyle immediately shakes his head vigorously.
"Let me continue. We are not show ponies in your parade." Maverick shouts down to the fans. "We are all threads in the web of The Grand Design! Our lives have intersected right here, to this very fabric in time. And my Mother Woven is a gracious mother. She could cut anyone's thread right now. She could cut mine. She could cut Kyle here."
The fans start booing from the sidewalk below. In response to this Maverick backs himself and Kyle away from the edge.
"But instead she has allowed me to show everyone her mercy. Instead you get to hold Anthony Bailey's fate in your hands tonight. It's how you treat him will result in how fate treats him. It's a very powerful feeling is it not? That powerful feeling is why I have embraced the message of The Grand Design and taken my truth and my abilities to PURE Wrestling." Maverick stands back from the edge and turns to look at the Key Arena sign and his reflection.
"You're wrong" his reflection and Kyle say at the same time. "I'm done Maverick. I thought I could trust you."
"Listen to them booing behind you." his reflection quips. Kyle starts to make his way back to the stairs.
"Something happened to you...and I supported you through it. I came all the way out here to Seattle to support you again...but no more. I'm done." Kyle says as the wind starts to pick up. He disappears back into the arena. Maverick looks at his reflection again.
"Good job there. Who is going to help you now?" his reflection asks. Maverick ignores this and turns back to the fans who start booing again.
"I want you to watch me deliver fate to Anthony Bailey tonight. And I want everyone in PURE to embrace The Grand Design, or become victim to it. When I win this evening, it will legitimize my faith to the rest of the locker room, and legitimize my message to all of you. And then you, witnesses of The Grand Design, will be able to come at peace with yourselves." Maverick starts laughing to himself. He can feel the disapproving gaze of his reflection behind him. He begins to retreat from the platform.
"Oh the woes we weave....the woes we weave..."
