Post by Maverick Tatum on Dec 19, 2022 18:40:19 GMT
This was far from ideal and far from..humane? Maverick was not exactly sure on the word, he only knew it was one thing to take his phone, it was another thing to force him into cold which he hated, but to be left in the cold by Sawyer, it had him feeling an emotion that he had not even begun to scrape the tip of the ice on. As the cold temperature began to swirl around his body he could see his breath escaping out and it was in that moment he knew he was going to end up sick, very possibly even dead but why did it have to end like this? Death was tragic enough but to go out frozen that, he imagined it would be better. Still he was doing the best he could to help control his breathing and stay focused but..not time yet.
Even with the time of the Ice Crown Rumble creeping closer, the time to focus did appear near but the best plans and timing never seemed to align as one would think but that did not mean it would not be a show regardless. It did not take a rocket scientist to know that #2ndComing as a whole had made a lot of noise and that every single member loved skating on thin ice as a sport. Individually they each had issues but together, like it or not, they were a force and one that had no plans of being quiet or going easily any time soon. Well, If Maverick did not freeze to death before hand that was.
"It's always those that you trust the most," finally the voice of Maverick came through, though it sounded a bit different due to the inhalitation of the cold and him trying to make sure that he paced himself. "Cold-blooded indeed," he said as he took a second to lean his head back, allowing the cold to sift itself between the open scalp areas of his open spaces of hair and eventually down through both sides of his ears. The whistles of frozen solitude being his only very uncomfortable comfort. It hurt that he could not even get enough reception in these cold depths to go live. He just knew his followers seeing him locked up would see it as preparing and his fan base would grow as it should properly do so. Still he somehow could not wonder if maybe this was an ice cold version of karma, circling back around for him for his actions against Anthony Phoenix. Hell if so, he supposed he would freeze to death because it was fantastic and he was sure it had gotten rave reviews as well because Phoenix had gotten exactly what he deserved and so would everyone else for the time of focus, the time of Maverick doing what he wanted no matter who dared step in his way was slowly dawning upon I.I.W.
"Everyone in the Ice Crown Rumble would indeed be better off if I froze to death," he said but the voice, the sound was more sarcastic than anything. "I mean let's be honest, it's me who has everything and going to have everyone after him, just because my faction mates went out and did what apparently seems to shock the stupidity right out of others and got gold." He took a minute to shrug to keep the blood flowing but it did not seem to help much. "At the very least I do applaud those of you who actually recognize talent and the rest of you, well may you one day understand that you are fit for nothing more than breathing through life until the day comes where you no longer are deemed even fit for that."
Harsh, much like the cold but truthful at least he thought as he leaned forward a little bit and moved his feet forward as well. "Death!" he screamed in usual Maverick dramatic fashion as he slowly inched closer to the door and began to bang on it from the inside. "It's no longer funny," he said as he took a second to roll his tongue inside of his mouth just to feel the warm, just to feel the fact that he was still alive. "Sawyer!" he yelled, a slightly familiar emotion taking him over. Anger. He blinked as he could feel the liquid coming out of his eyes in tears but steadily freezing along his face as his hands went up and felt them and he flinched peeling them off. "I am going to kick you and Rhett's asses," he said, his anger seeming to boil over in such a cold place.
First they had the damn audacity to pay him in potatoes for keeping them social media relevant and now this. Fuck them. They were supposed to be a unit, work together to overcome everything and all that seemed to be going on now was him being literally thrust into the cold as if those fuckers were trying to break him. "You're not going to break me. I don't care what any of you think!" However, the person that it is happening to is always the last to know it seems as Maverick laid his body down and closed his eyes.
For months now Maverick had been doing the shuffle with his emotions, trying to pick out just what it was he was feeling and trying to use it as means to be not a different but a better, more solid version of himself and it was in these minutes he could feel it all slipping out of his grasp. All the cheer, the very little feellings of happiness were turning ice cold and hardening as he felt that his body was going to do soon enough, though Maverick always made the situation worser than it actually was which never turned out good as he tried to smile, but all that came out was a little pinch of drool that hardened alongside the left side of his mouth as he pulled it off quickly and then spoke. "Ouch, screw that!" he said as his palms were now beside him and he began to spread his fingers along the bottom of the cold space.
"It's always towards the end of the year and situations such as these when we can see our lives that we start making false promises. New versions of ourselves but that is damn near impossible isn't it. Once they find my body and I have frozen to my death, I do hope that they tell everyone participating in the Ice Crown Rumble that I did them a solid by dying, because had I made it I would have been the most selfie taking, smash your fucking face in with an type of ice shard I can make son of a bitch to ever participate in Intense International Wrestling. However alas!, all of you stupid cunts are lucky that I will die before then."
Maybe they'd play this during one of his moments of remembrance and he could piss them all off from the beyond knowing that he had talked so much shit, knowing that he considered each one of them not worthy of even being in the ring with him and that as that one thought salivated in their mind for a mere second that they would realize they could do nothing about it. Greatness even in death, A Social Media Shrine in his dedication as well where others would leave comments knowing that even as they pretended to hate him, deep down inside they mourned him immensely.
"Fuck you guys~" he began to sing out. "Sawyer and Rhett if your sorry ass is out there, you guys know that I am the reason that you are even lucky enough to carry those titles right? Whose idea is everything? MINE! If there was no me, there would be no #2ndComing! and more than that I would never stab you guys in the back like this but it's fine, because should I escape death by frozen loneliness this time I am going to knock your asses out too. That shit goes double for you Sawyer!" Rage, perhaps a bit of jealously but the strands of the group that were #2ndComing while tested to the limits of what person brought individually would never be broken by emotions not yet understood only felt. "Fine!" he said as he could feel what he could only describe as emotional overload take him over as he closed his eyes and let the cold take over his body as he spoke out. "At least make sure they put my body in the Natural History Museum in London, frozen and naked, it's the way it's meant to be," he said as he passed out because if it was one thing Maverick was going to do it was going to be go down in history, good or bad was still yet to be determined however.
END
Even with the time of the Ice Crown Rumble creeping closer, the time to focus did appear near but the best plans and timing never seemed to align as one would think but that did not mean it would not be a show regardless. It did not take a rocket scientist to know that #2ndComing as a whole had made a lot of noise and that every single member loved skating on thin ice as a sport. Individually they each had issues but together, like it or not, they were a force and one that had no plans of being quiet or going easily any time soon. Well, If Maverick did not freeze to death before hand that was.
"It's always those that you trust the most," finally the voice of Maverick came through, though it sounded a bit different due to the inhalitation of the cold and him trying to make sure that he paced himself. "Cold-blooded indeed," he said as he took a second to lean his head back, allowing the cold to sift itself between the open scalp areas of his open spaces of hair and eventually down through both sides of his ears. The whistles of frozen solitude being his only very uncomfortable comfort. It hurt that he could not even get enough reception in these cold depths to go live. He just knew his followers seeing him locked up would see it as preparing and his fan base would grow as it should properly do so. Still he somehow could not wonder if maybe this was an ice cold version of karma, circling back around for him for his actions against Anthony Phoenix. Hell if so, he supposed he would freeze to death because it was fantastic and he was sure it had gotten rave reviews as well because Phoenix had gotten exactly what he deserved and so would everyone else for the time of focus, the time of Maverick doing what he wanted no matter who dared step in his way was slowly dawning upon I.I.W.
"Everyone in the Ice Crown Rumble would indeed be better off if I froze to death," he said but the voice, the sound was more sarcastic than anything. "I mean let's be honest, it's me who has everything and going to have everyone after him, just because my faction mates went out and did what apparently seems to shock the stupidity right out of others and got gold." He took a minute to shrug to keep the blood flowing but it did not seem to help much. "At the very least I do applaud those of you who actually recognize talent and the rest of you, well may you one day understand that you are fit for nothing more than breathing through life until the day comes where you no longer are deemed even fit for that."
Harsh, much like the cold but truthful at least he thought as he leaned forward a little bit and moved his feet forward as well. "Death!" he screamed in usual Maverick dramatic fashion as he slowly inched closer to the door and began to bang on it from the inside. "It's no longer funny," he said as he took a second to roll his tongue inside of his mouth just to feel the warm, just to feel the fact that he was still alive. "Sawyer!" he yelled, a slightly familiar emotion taking him over. Anger. He blinked as he could feel the liquid coming out of his eyes in tears but steadily freezing along his face as his hands went up and felt them and he flinched peeling them off. "I am going to kick you and Rhett's asses," he said, his anger seeming to boil over in such a cold place.
First they had the damn audacity to pay him in potatoes for keeping them social media relevant and now this. Fuck them. They were supposed to be a unit, work together to overcome everything and all that seemed to be going on now was him being literally thrust into the cold as if those fuckers were trying to break him. "You're not going to break me. I don't care what any of you think!" However, the person that it is happening to is always the last to know it seems as Maverick laid his body down and closed his eyes.
For months now Maverick had been doing the shuffle with his emotions, trying to pick out just what it was he was feeling and trying to use it as means to be not a different but a better, more solid version of himself and it was in these minutes he could feel it all slipping out of his grasp. All the cheer, the very little feellings of happiness were turning ice cold and hardening as he felt that his body was going to do soon enough, though Maverick always made the situation worser than it actually was which never turned out good as he tried to smile, but all that came out was a little pinch of drool that hardened alongside the left side of his mouth as he pulled it off quickly and then spoke. "Ouch, screw that!" he said as his palms were now beside him and he began to spread his fingers along the bottom of the cold space.
"It's always towards the end of the year and situations such as these when we can see our lives that we start making false promises. New versions of ourselves but that is damn near impossible isn't it. Once they find my body and I have frozen to my death, I do hope that they tell everyone participating in the Ice Crown Rumble that I did them a solid by dying, because had I made it I would have been the most selfie taking, smash your fucking face in with an type of ice shard I can make son of a bitch to ever participate in Intense International Wrestling. However alas!, all of you stupid cunts are lucky that I will die before then."
Maybe they'd play this during one of his moments of remembrance and he could piss them all off from the beyond knowing that he had talked so much shit, knowing that he considered each one of them not worthy of even being in the ring with him and that as that one thought salivated in their mind for a mere second that they would realize they could do nothing about it. Greatness even in death, A Social Media Shrine in his dedication as well where others would leave comments knowing that even as they pretended to hate him, deep down inside they mourned him immensely.
"Fuck you guys~" he began to sing out. "Sawyer and Rhett if your sorry ass is out there, you guys know that I am the reason that you are even lucky enough to carry those titles right? Whose idea is everything? MINE! If there was no me, there would be no #2ndComing! and more than that I would never stab you guys in the back like this but it's fine, because should I escape death by frozen loneliness this time I am going to knock your asses out too. That shit goes double for you Sawyer!" Rage, perhaps a bit of jealously but the strands of the group that were #2ndComing while tested to the limits of what person brought individually would never be broken by emotions not yet understood only felt. "Fine!" he said as he could feel what he could only describe as emotional overload take him over as he closed his eyes and let the cold take over his body as he spoke out. "At least make sure they put my body in the Natural History Museum in London, frozen and naked, it's the way it's meant to be," he said as he passed out because if it was one thing Maverick was going to do it was going to be go down in history, good or bad was still yet to be determined however.
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