I'm Only Screaming Because It's Not Ice Cream!
Dec 13, 2022 17:53:08 GMT
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Post by Maverick Tatum on Dec 13, 2022 17:53:08 GMT
Ice cream was such a variation. It helped when you just had tonsils out, it helped one the hot summer day, and though most people did not realize it, it was a frozen treat best served on a winter's day for you did not have to worry about the messiness of sticky napkins from the delight melting, the softness of the other wise crisp cone turning to a soft, saggy, mush that found itself in between your teeth and tasted like dry paper, no ice cream was best served in a quiet place without regrets and at the very least double scooped, triple if you dared but even at the moment that was too much for Maverick as he stood behind the counter scooping the delights of flavorful intensity of treats for the customers. Apparently the small bit of exposure via Carter's train trip had opened up even more opportunities and Maverick would always take the chance to be out in the public eye. Still now that he was representing #2ndComing more than before, he had put on a bit better dress clothes to scoop this ice cream for these idiots and even smiled, for he had to keep telling himself that the customer was right and that exposure of any member of #2ndComing had to be mostly good for now, especially as he heard the next customer's order.
"Excuse me, I need thirty scoops of ice cream in five different bowls and I need it soon," they said as they looked up and immediately noticed Maverick. "Oh shit, you're the guy that beat the hell out of Anthony Phoenix and took the selfie, major heel shit bro," he said.
Maverick did not even have time to process the fan fare of a compliment because who the hell ordered thrity scoops of ice cream and so meticulously at that. He smiled as he counted the ice cream flavors. "Boy you are in luck this place offers thirty flavors exactly, though I must say that flavor number eleven is my personal favorite. It's called Moo-ionaire's Java and it's like a rich, coffee flavor. You know the kind that everyone thinks that they know what it will taste like but upon tasting it realize that they had no idea but they still end up loving it, end up raving about it to be honest," he said as he now turned and grabbed the five different bowls and began to scoop them. "I could tell you about each of the others and some are good, great even but none are as deliciously tasteful as eleven."
The customer nodded as Maverick handed him bowls one and two, and the customer spoke once again. "Maybe but I mean in the end it's up to me to decide which is the best but I will keep your suggestion in mind. I do love how you perfectly scooped it all up though and no one flavor is dripping down on the others, each has a stand out sort of look and flavor that makes a person take notice though some look better than others, especially from first glances, but it's no competition."
Maverick shook his head as he continued to scoop. "Competition is in everything that anyone does but I will give you a pass because it is not as always evident, however I have never seen someone put down thirty scoops at once but I suppose as long as dairy does no funny business inside your gut or however it works you will be fine." He was a silly man to think the way he did though but everyone was entitled to their opinion. The truth was the events of Explosion, well to be on target explosive from every angle and now everywhere he looked, everything he thought about was simply seen as pressure.
"So," the man said between the now annoying sounds of him beginning to slurp his ice cream scoops as Maverick handed him his fifth and final bowl, all thirty scoops completed as he narrowed his eyebrows as the man went on. "All that gold acquired by your stable mates and here you are scooping ice cream. It just does not add up at all but I get it, preparation for that Ice Crown Rumble. Pretty clever to be honest."
"You mean Ice Cream Rumble," Maverick said as he looked at the customer, a little bit in amazement because honestly the guy needed a medal as the man once again spoke. "Nah, Ice Crown Rumble. I applaud anyone who is participating in because the arctic temperature alone is enough to make me turn it off added with my lack of wrestling experience." Maverick only heard about half of that as he blinked ."Fuck," he said as he took his apron off and walked out of the ice cream shop. Fuck that shit, bro. Maverick was here for the likes, the essence of being a social media immortal among the other peasants, not to do anything that involved an arctic temp or setting of any kind as he pulled out his phone. To be honest a part of him wanted to go live so his followers, which was up to around thirty two hundred now could see his reaction but he with held that urge and let out a deep sigh.
"I have to start paying more attention!" he said as he scolded himself and yet he still slightly smiled. "I mean I just.." Frozen, not to mention just the thoughts of Stillness. The shiver that went down his spine felt more tingly than usual, extra cold like a warning sign not to do this but too late because he did not have it in him to back down, none the less fucking back out. Still it had to be perceived and trained for in a completely different way, one he honestly was not sure even he knew the ins and outs of. Luckily he did not have much time to think about it, as his phone rung. "Speak to me," he said as his mind was still raffling through this realization.
"Apparently, I am in charge of making sure you are ready," came the gruff voice of Sawyer and he continued on. "Rhett seemed to get everything of his in some kind of twist just because he seen some tits, like how the hell does he think one is to celebrate the fuckin' good times?" Maverick took a minute to think about it as he nodded. The more nudity the better, maybe some wine and cheese, all that rich, privileged shit that made everything taste just a little finer than everything else. "I agree with you but I mean full on nudity honestly scares a lot of people, even as progressive as the world tends to be.
"Yeah screw all that progressive bullshit, I need you to meet me. I will text you the address and I think Rhett and Beckett will be there too. What the hell have you been doing all this time anyway?" Maverick rolled his eyes and took a second. "Nothing important, I mean it's all important but nothing that is stand out. Everywhere I look everything around me is starting into a holly jolly fuck fest and you know I have never been big on any holiday, but especially not the big one. Preparation for matches helps a lot actually."
He could hear unique noises as he finally heard Sawyer again. "We've got your back, no worries, I am sending the location now." Was he supposed to be worried? Well he supposed it made sense. "Maverick are you there?" He took a second before answering. "Naturally, I am on my way also. You know the only thing I truly love about when the winter is in the air but yet to fall? Fucking watching people fall on their asses as they ice skate," he said. He could hear Sawyer laugh as he hung up the phone.
However what awaited, it was no laughing matter. He pushed on the door as it opened and spoke. "Alright Sawyer, I'm here, what is it that is so urgent?" he asked as he heard the grunt and felt the grab as everything went black. "Oh fuck," he said. "Looks like I'm on thin ice!" Could not be resisted.
TBC!
"Excuse me, I need thirty scoops of ice cream in five different bowls and I need it soon," they said as they looked up and immediately noticed Maverick. "Oh shit, you're the guy that beat the hell out of Anthony Phoenix and took the selfie, major heel shit bro," he said.
Maverick did not even have time to process the fan fare of a compliment because who the hell ordered thrity scoops of ice cream and so meticulously at that. He smiled as he counted the ice cream flavors. "Boy you are in luck this place offers thirty flavors exactly, though I must say that flavor number eleven is my personal favorite. It's called Moo-ionaire's Java and it's like a rich, coffee flavor. You know the kind that everyone thinks that they know what it will taste like but upon tasting it realize that they had no idea but they still end up loving it, end up raving about it to be honest," he said as he now turned and grabbed the five different bowls and began to scoop them. "I could tell you about each of the others and some are good, great even but none are as deliciously tasteful as eleven."
The customer nodded as Maverick handed him bowls one and two, and the customer spoke once again. "Maybe but I mean in the end it's up to me to decide which is the best but I will keep your suggestion in mind. I do love how you perfectly scooped it all up though and no one flavor is dripping down on the others, each has a stand out sort of look and flavor that makes a person take notice though some look better than others, especially from first glances, but it's no competition."
Maverick shook his head as he continued to scoop. "Competition is in everything that anyone does but I will give you a pass because it is not as always evident, however I have never seen someone put down thirty scoops at once but I suppose as long as dairy does no funny business inside your gut or however it works you will be fine." He was a silly man to think the way he did though but everyone was entitled to their opinion. The truth was the events of Explosion, well to be on target explosive from every angle and now everywhere he looked, everything he thought about was simply seen as pressure.
"So," the man said between the now annoying sounds of him beginning to slurp his ice cream scoops as Maverick handed him his fifth and final bowl, all thirty scoops completed as he narrowed his eyebrows as the man went on. "All that gold acquired by your stable mates and here you are scooping ice cream. It just does not add up at all but I get it, preparation for that Ice Crown Rumble. Pretty clever to be honest."
"You mean Ice Cream Rumble," Maverick said as he looked at the customer, a little bit in amazement because honestly the guy needed a medal as the man once again spoke. "Nah, Ice Crown Rumble. I applaud anyone who is participating in because the arctic temperature alone is enough to make me turn it off added with my lack of wrestling experience." Maverick only heard about half of that as he blinked ."Fuck," he said as he took his apron off and walked out of the ice cream shop. Fuck that shit, bro. Maverick was here for the likes, the essence of being a social media immortal among the other peasants, not to do anything that involved an arctic temp or setting of any kind as he pulled out his phone. To be honest a part of him wanted to go live so his followers, which was up to around thirty two hundred now could see his reaction but he with held that urge and let out a deep sigh.
"I have to start paying more attention!" he said as he scolded himself and yet he still slightly smiled. "I mean I just.." Frozen, not to mention just the thoughts of Stillness. The shiver that went down his spine felt more tingly than usual, extra cold like a warning sign not to do this but too late because he did not have it in him to back down, none the less fucking back out. Still it had to be perceived and trained for in a completely different way, one he honestly was not sure even he knew the ins and outs of. Luckily he did not have much time to think about it, as his phone rung. "Speak to me," he said as his mind was still raffling through this realization.
"Apparently, I am in charge of making sure you are ready," came the gruff voice of Sawyer and he continued on. "Rhett seemed to get everything of his in some kind of twist just because he seen some tits, like how the hell does he think one is to celebrate the fuckin' good times?" Maverick took a minute to think about it as he nodded. The more nudity the better, maybe some wine and cheese, all that rich, privileged shit that made everything taste just a little finer than everything else. "I agree with you but I mean full on nudity honestly scares a lot of people, even as progressive as the world tends to be.
"Yeah screw all that progressive bullshit, I need you to meet me. I will text you the address and I think Rhett and Beckett will be there too. What the hell have you been doing all this time anyway?" Maverick rolled his eyes and took a second. "Nothing important, I mean it's all important but nothing that is stand out. Everywhere I look everything around me is starting into a holly jolly fuck fest and you know I have never been big on any holiday, but especially not the big one. Preparation for matches helps a lot actually."
He could hear unique noises as he finally heard Sawyer again. "We've got your back, no worries, I am sending the location now." Was he supposed to be worried? Well he supposed it made sense. "Maverick are you there?" He took a second before answering. "Naturally, I am on my way also. You know the only thing I truly love about when the winter is in the air but yet to fall? Fucking watching people fall on their asses as they ice skate," he said. He could hear Sawyer laugh as he hung up the phone.
However what awaited, it was no laughing matter. He pushed on the door as it opened and spoke. "Alright Sawyer, I'm here, what is it that is so urgent?" he asked as he heard the grunt and felt the grab as everything went black. "Oh fuck," he said. "Looks like I'm on thin ice!" Could not be resisted.
TBC!