Post by Maverick on Dec 8, 2013 14:16:38 GMT -5
[Children of The Grand Design Enrichment Retreat - Unknown Underground Location - Months Ago]
"Why don't you ever leave the center?" Maverick asked as he and Brother Orn walk through the halls of the underground compound.
"My place is here." Orn replies.
"But one of our tenets is to find a platform and spread our message. You can't do that from down here." They round a corner passing through a hall with glass panes peering into cell like rooms.
"In truth, I am not a man of action. I'm not like you." Orn confesses. "Our Mother asked me to seek you out, because of who you are and how special your abilities are. Those that do, do, those that do not, teach. My place is here."
"I don't consider myself all that special." Maverick says shrugging his shoulders. He darts an eye to one of the glass windows and catches his reflection glaring at him.
"You have the ability to stand and thrive on a platform. To deliver our message in a way no one else can. Our Mother wishes for you to speak for us...because not all of us can." Orn says.
"Words aren't everything." They start heading up a set of stairs.
"But you have the ability to put our message into action. Maverick, I'm going to tell you something very important, and you must not forget it." Orn states.
"You better listen close Maverick...our time is almost here." Maverick catches his reflection say.
"Do you understand?" Orn asks. Maverick blinks at him sheepishly distracted by what he reflection had said. He nods his head as if he heard it. "Never forget what I said."
[Key Arena - Seattle Washington - Present]
"What did Brother Orn say to me all that time ago?" Maverick's reflection asks, while Maverick throws his cloak over his head to try and ignore him. "You could at the very least humor me....considering you stole my life."
"I'd like to think that I finally get to live my life." Maverick tells his reflection. He then starts heading down the hall. Maverick had the staff set up something for him today, something a little different, but with certain people it might strike a chord. That's what Maverick hoped.
"I don't think anyone knows who we are any more." His reflection says as Maverick passes some lighting equipment. Maverick ignores him and instead walks up to the Producer.
"Is everything prepared?" Maverick says brooding over the man.
"We'll just be a minute. Got to make sure the equipment is working." the Producer replies to him. Maverick mutters the word 'imbecile' under his breath but doesn't say another word. He stands off from the set and leans against a crate.
"Hey, since you're alone with my thoughts. I've always wondered...do you think those tech guys cringe every time a wrestler drops a microphone? I mean everyone does it all the time. I never used to think about it myself, but I have a lot of time to think these days, being the voice inside your head." Maverick's reflection rattles on in his typical annoying fashion. Maverick knew he was just trying to get under his skin, so he ignored himself.
Finally after a couple of minutes of listening to the voice in his head prattle on about the "feelings" of the insignificant techs, the Producer signals that everything is ready. Maverick takes a deep breath and walks onto set. He requested a set-up more fitting of a politician than a wrestler, featuring a podium and the American flag in the backdrop. Maverick liked the symbolism of the entire set-up. He takes his place on the podium and adjusts the microphone.
"I would like to begin my press conference with a quote. A motto of mine and very important person once told me. Deeds, not words." Maverick says standing behind the podium.
"Ohhhh that's what he said." Maverick's reflection said from across the room.
"I gather everyone here, to absorb my message. My deeds and my words. Here in PURE Wrestling, I have lived by this creed. While my peers...sorry that's to say I have no peers...my co-workers will take every opportunity to run their mouths, to spill their words, I say nothing. I have proven several times that I am vastly superior to this roster at every opportunity. No, not on the terms of some arbitrary rules, but on my terms. Twice in two weeks I had Chris beaten on my terms. He knows I can beat him. And if not for my greater purpose, I would have beaten him at his own game as well. But instead I chose to create a different reality. A different reality as to show everyone how dedicated I am to my message."
Maverick grabs a water bottle from under the podium and takes a sip.
"I thought it fitting I were to choose this method of delivering my message this week. Director Callahan fancies himself a politician, perhaps he can learn a thing or two from someone who has more education and has more purpose. This week I have an opportunity to extend my message to my opponent, John. John you would benefit from my message. Because like Anthony, Allen, and Chris before you, you struggle with your meaningless existence!"
He pauses to roll his neck a bit before continuing.
"John, my message for you it this. While you wallow in pity over your silly name, your common talent, and your average not ordinary life, on the flip side I live a life full of faith and meaning under the truth of The Grand Design. I know many people might feel that The Grand Design isn't for them, and they are probably right. It's a privilege to know truth as I do, and the truth is John, is that you are woefully ill-equipped to deal with life. And this is all your fault. No one to blame. Not your parents, not your friends, not the monster under your bed, but rather the man who talks back at you when you look in a mirror. John, I was once like that. I once allowed my reflection to consume my thoughts. But you can overcome John, with a little faith, and a willingness to change, you can bear witness to MY truth!"
Maverick takes another sip from his water bottle.
"My truth is this. Follow me to the Promised Land. I come first with a rose, and then lead with the thorns. I act in the name of truth, I strike down those would refuse it. You may recognize that I have been conversing with Xianlong over recent weeks. If there is one man on the roster who can be converted to my message, to know my truth it’s him. But make no mistake, if he is unable, or simply refuses to see my message, to revel in my truth, I will strike him down no questions asked. That goes for anyone in the locker room. I lead by example, by striking with my blade. Where my blade passes, truth is spilled from the wounds."
Maverick looks into the camera with a cold gaze. He once again takes a sip from his water bottle.
"This week in PURE, I will lead by example. Oh how so simple the path would be to the top had I walked through Chris, while I could have easily done. Instead my Mother Woven instructed me to bide my time, because she foresaw in the weaves of time a greater opportunity for me. What better way for me to stand on the PURE platform than in conquering fashion? I speak of the competition for the final spot in the Heavyweight Title chase. This competition will allow me to stake my claim to this "championship" in a victorious style. My ascension to the main event at Crisis will dwarf the accomplishments of Aubrey, Chris, and Joe. Aubrey who defeated the man who's self-worth I purposely inflated, so he could come crashing down the following week. Chris, who was given his opportunity by my own generous paw. Joe, while I did not have a direct hand in his success, certainly his success won't be as spectacular as mine."
Maverick stops again to take a long breath.
"It's no wonder why fate has set me with a great platform to spread my message. I am poised for a special opportunity. First I show John the truth at the end of my fist, and the temperament of my blade. Then I emerge as the glowing darkness from the pollution of light in the so called "Battle Royale". Darkness is something to embrace. I hope that Aubrey, that Chris, that Joe, watches very closely at what I do this week. The time for words has come to an end. Through my example will they be WITNESS to my message, and the glory and truth of The Grand Design. Tick....tock....time is running out for you John, and for everyone else. I offer everyone luck....because luck has nothing to do with it! Fate is sealed with a kiss from my Mother Woven, delivered to everyone through her Speaker....Maverick Jones."
Maverick starts knocking on the podium.
"A fitting platform, is it not PURE? This platform, a comfortable repertoire in our owner's eyes, used to prop up the truth over the lies normally pandered from it. Oh...the woes we weave....the woes we weave..."
Maverick knocks over the podium and walks off the scene. He goes down the hall and stops to look at his reflection in a window.
"Nothing to say now?" Maverick asks his reflection. His reflection just shakes his head and walks away from the window, leaving Maverick starring at the room behind him.
"Silence is a virtue." Maverick concludes before giving a chuckle and walking away.
"Why don't you ever leave the center?" Maverick asked as he and Brother Orn walk through the halls of the underground compound.
"My place is here." Orn replies.
"But one of our tenets is to find a platform and spread our message. You can't do that from down here." They round a corner passing through a hall with glass panes peering into cell like rooms.
"In truth, I am not a man of action. I'm not like you." Orn confesses. "Our Mother asked me to seek you out, because of who you are and how special your abilities are. Those that do, do, those that do not, teach. My place is here."
"I don't consider myself all that special." Maverick says shrugging his shoulders. He darts an eye to one of the glass windows and catches his reflection glaring at him.
"You have the ability to stand and thrive on a platform. To deliver our message in a way no one else can. Our Mother wishes for you to speak for us...because not all of us can." Orn says.
"Words aren't everything." They start heading up a set of stairs.
"But you have the ability to put our message into action. Maverick, I'm going to tell you something very important, and you must not forget it." Orn states.
"You better listen close Maverick...our time is almost here." Maverick catches his reflection say.
"Do you understand?" Orn asks. Maverick blinks at him sheepishly distracted by what he reflection had said. He nods his head as if he heard it. "Never forget what I said."
[Key Arena - Seattle Washington - Present]
"What did Brother Orn say to me all that time ago?" Maverick's reflection asks, while Maverick throws his cloak over his head to try and ignore him. "You could at the very least humor me....considering you stole my life."
"I'd like to think that I finally get to live my life." Maverick tells his reflection. He then starts heading down the hall. Maverick had the staff set up something for him today, something a little different, but with certain people it might strike a chord. That's what Maverick hoped.
"I don't think anyone knows who we are any more." His reflection says as Maverick passes some lighting equipment. Maverick ignores him and instead walks up to the Producer.
"Is everything prepared?" Maverick says brooding over the man.
"We'll just be a minute. Got to make sure the equipment is working." the Producer replies to him. Maverick mutters the word 'imbecile' under his breath but doesn't say another word. He stands off from the set and leans against a crate.
"Hey, since you're alone with my thoughts. I've always wondered...do you think those tech guys cringe every time a wrestler drops a microphone? I mean everyone does it all the time. I never used to think about it myself, but I have a lot of time to think these days, being the voice inside your head." Maverick's reflection rattles on in his typical annoying fashion. Maverick knew he was just trying to get under his skin, so he ignored himself.
Finally after a couple of minutes of listening to the voice in his head prattle on about the "feelings" of the insignificant techs, the Producer signals that everything is ready. Maverick takes a deep breath and walks onto set. He requested a set-up more fitting of a politician than a wrestler, featuring a podium and the American flag in the backdrop. Maverick liked the symbolism of the entire set-up. He takes his place on the podium and adjusts the microphone.
"I would like to begin my press conference with a quote. A motto of mine and very important person once told me. Deeds, not words." Maverick says standing behind the podium.
"Ohhhh that's what he said." Maverick's reflection said from across the room.
"I gather everyone here, to absorb my message. My deeds and my words. Here in PURE Wrestling, I have lived by this creed. While my peers...sorry that's to say I have no peers...my co-workers will take every opportunity to run their mouths, to spill their words, I say nothing. I have proven several times that I am vastly superior to this roster at every opportunity. No, not on the terms of some arbitrary rules, but on my terms. Twice in two weeks I had Chris beaten on my terms. He knows I can beat him. And if not for my greater purpose, I would have beaten him at his own game as well. But instead I chose to create a different reality. A different reality as to show everyone how dedicated I am to my message."
Maverick grabs a water bottle from under the podium and takes a sip.
"I thought it fitting I were to choose this method of delivering my message this week. Director Callahan fancies himself a politician, perhaps he can learn a thing or two from someone who has more education and has more purpose. This week I have an opportunity to extend my message to my opponent, John. John you would benefit from my message. Because like Anthony, Allen, and Chris before you, you struggle with your meaningless existence!"
He pauses to roll his neck a bit before continuing.
"John, my message for you it this. While you wallow in pity over your silly name, your common talent, and your average not ordinary life, on the flip side I live a life full of faith and meaning under the truth of The Grand Design. I know many people might feel that The Grand Design isn't for them, and they are probably right. It's a privilege to know truth as I do, and the truth is John, is that you are woefully ill-equipped to deal with life. And this is all your fault. No one to blame. Not your parents, not your friends, not the monster under your bed, but rather the man who talks back at you when you look in a mirror. John, I was once like that. I once allowed my reflection to consume my thoughts. But you can overcome John, with a little faith, and a willingness to change, you can bear witness to MY truth!"
Maverick takes another sip from his water bottle.
"My truth is this. Follow me to the Promised Land. I come first with a rose, and then lead with the thorns. I act in the name of truth, I strike down those would refuse it. You may recognize that I have been conversing with Xianlong over recent weeks. If there is one man on the roster who can be converted to my message, to know my truth it’s him. But make no mistake, if he is unable, or simply refuses to see my message, to revel in my truth, I will strike him down no questions asked. That goes for anyone in the locker room. I lead by example, by striking with my blade. Where my blade passes, truth is spilled from the wounds."
Maverick looks into the camera with a cold gaze. He once again takes a sip from his water bottle.
"This week in PURE, I will lead by example. Oh how so simple the path would be to the top had I walked through Chris, while I could have easily done. Instead my Mother Woven instructed me to bide my time, because she foresaw in the weaves of time a greater opportunity for me. What better way for me to stand on the PURE platform than in conquering fashion? I speak of the competition for the final spot in the Heavyweight Title chase. This competition will allow me to stake my claim to this "championship" in a victorious style. My ascension to the main event at Crisis will dwarf the accomplishments of Aubrey, Chris, and Joe. Aubrey who defeated the man who's self-worth I purposely inflated, so he could come crashing down the following week. Chris, who was given his opportunity by my own generous paw. Joe, while I did not have a direct hand in his success, certainly his success won't be as spectacular as mine."
Maverick stops again to take a long breath.
"It's no wonder why fate has set me with a great platform to spread my message. I am poised for a special opportunity. First I show John the truth at the end of my fist, and the temperament of my blade. Then I emerge as the glowing darkness from the pollution of light in the so called "Battle Royale". Darkness is something to embrace. I hope that Aubrey, that Chris, that Joe, watches very closely at what I do this week. The time for words has come to an end. Through my example will they be WITNESS to my message, and the glory and truth of The Grand Design. Tick....tock....time is running out for you John, and for everyone else. I offer everyone luck....because luck has nothing to do with it! Fate is sealed with a kiss from my Mother Woven, delivered to everyone through her Speaker....Maverick Jones."
Maverick starts knocking on the podium.
"A fitting platform, is it not PURE? This platform, a comfortable repertoire in our owner's eyes, used to prop up the truth over the lies normally pandered from it. Oh...the woes we weave....the woes we weave..."
Maverick knocks over the podium and walks off the scene. He goes down the hall and stops to look at his reflection in a window.
"Nothing to say now?" Maverick asks his reflection. His reflection just shakes his head and walks away from the window, leaving Maverick starring at the room behind him.
"Silence is a virtue." Maverick concludes before giving a chuckle and walking away.
