Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
As the sounds of clown music played and the paint covered his face, Maverick realized that he had absolutely no idea of two things. The first was why he had agreed to do this and the second was why he could not just be like everyone else. He tried, hell a part of him perhaps even slightly wanted it but he just could not bring himself to do it. So he had self willingly made a spectacle, a show of his life and he had became addicted to it, watching anything else that did not center on him simply fall by the way side. If it was not trending and associated with the things he liked then it simply was not important enough, at least that was the way it appeared at first glance right? You know it's true, yes you, the being reading this. You know it! and don't you even try to deny it! He can tell, yes he can. He knows that you do not know if it's good, abstract, or just plain fucking nuts!, however don't worry darling, that's what Maverick Tatum Productions are for.
The following Maverick Tatum Production is brought to you by the letter M, in the Musical Key of D Major, and the color yellow!Ever since Beckett was off doing whatever, Maverick had been having to pick up all of those stupid social events that she had assigned herself and today's one was a kid's birthday party. Now as his eyes blinked behind the paint he could see the little cum buckets coming up to him and staring at him for they feared him but it was not like it was his idea to be here, no that was the parents fault. None the less Maverick was making the best of his time, eating all the birthday cake because the parents had went with a smooth white cake with an even smoother strawberry icing topped with a matching glaze. Too much Sugar for Maverick but hell these were not his kids and the fear that the kids had of him because he was dressed up like said clown gave him time to truly put an effort into his chosen opponent for the week, in Mr. Zeus. He could feel those things, emotions coming across his face, one at a time but never quite staying long enough for him to connect them to anything.
It was back. His emotions and as he thought about it as he still sat stuffing his face, he realized that lately he was slowly starting to actually
care about matches. Just that thought alone send a surprising shiver down his spine and as he started to process it, he felt himself tapped on the shoulder as he turned and looked at the kid. The first of many crotch goblins that he was sure would bother him during his two hour stint here. "I'm in the middle of a thought kid, come back in five minutes," he said as he pushed the kid out the way. Rude fucking little person. Anyways yes back to him
caring. It had truly begun to open his eyes to a mountain of possibilities, still nothing he felt like conquering but looking at a mountain was somehow refreshing at least figuratively.
"Zeus, zeus," he said as he took another bite of cake. "My dude, I get it. It seems that you only find me slightly funny or something like that? That's hurtful because I am hilarious and I..I mean I would never think any less of my opponent as it seems that you do me," he said as he sighed. The emotion was still foreign to him as he went on. "Not many people force such an emotion on me that my antics have to become productions that I produce myself but you triggered a feeling in me that I can not, do not rather understand and thus you did. It's scarily similar to what Max Stone did before you and to have a small domino effect happening to me, it's making me uneasy. I mean I do not know if I should applaud you for giving me the same uneasy, eerie feeling of emotion I have yet to discover thoroughly or if I should simply smash your face in when we are in our match. One would think that the choice would be crystal clear considering you could defeat me in the match but the decision seems to be in limbo. I mean I am not going to applaud you, I'd rather sit in a patch of briar first but..it still remains that I am almost bewildered, I believe that is how I can word it best."
Maverick took a minute to honk the clown nose that was on his face as another kid, one a bit shorter came up to him and proceeded to do the same. How dare he even think that he was allowed to do such a thing but Maverick let it slide because the kid was wearing a #2ndComing Rules tee shirt. "You got good taste kid," he said as a genuine compliment when the kid railed back and kicked Maverick straight in the shin and then proceeded to run off as Maverick blinked. Okay that emotion he understood a little Anger. "Fuck you kid and your parents too, do you not who the fuck I am?"
How could they? Not when he was hiding behind such paint and bright colors and playing this game of clownery with them. Maverick looked down at his watch. "Let me get this over with," he said as he made his way to the center of the yard and he spoke. "Alright you ungrateful little brats, eyes on me. Let me tell you who I am. Maverick Tatum and normally I am a professional wrestler but today I'm doing this gig on the side. If you little twats don't watch I.I.W. you need to google it and do so. You'll get to see me beating up on some guy named Zeus, trust me it'll be more fun than any kind of birthday party."
The kids stared at him probably wondering what the hell he was going on about when one of them spoke. "Oh, well how does that make you feel? Like for instance today is my birthday and this is my birthday party and yet you don't really look like a happy clown, you look more like a confused clown. Is Zeus better than you?" Maverick took a minute to look around and as usual the parents had disappeared. He thought about the question and then he laughed. A true laugh came out of his mouth as he took a minute to fix his wig of red curly clown hair.
"No. Kid let me give you a life lesson. If you allow anyone to think that they are better than you then you will never be anything. Life is all about choices and chances and if you get a chance and you are thinking that you do not deserve it then it's already over. Zeus is whatever he wants to be, but no matter what he chooses it's not better than me. I mean the guy is a tag team wrestler for fucking sakes. He'd be better off teaming up with his partner and going after my mates in ATG, than ever coming after me and I say that with all the meaning of disrespect in my voice, shout that shit from the mountain and tell all your little friends here again and again and they can tell their friends."
The kids seemed shocked maybe at him being blunt and Maverick realized he did not need to put himself in situations that involved other people because his mouth got really disrespectful and it was not always good for his image. He did not want it to ever appear as if he would burn #2ndComing down or anything. "What I mean is, no, you know what I said what I meant. I am a hidden gem among a bunch of fish, that is something that you too will understand one day." The look of interest and intrigue crossed the kids face as he looked at Maverick and the kid spoke again.
"What you mean is a clown fish," the kid said as he must have found himself funny. Maverick took a second to shake his head no. Still at least the kid was honest. "Far from it kiddo. You're young, allowed to be stupid because your parents have told you that at the end of the day the world will teach you the most valuable lessons when the truth is that is just a lazy excuse for their lack of parenting. The only thing funny about your whole assessment is that you remind me of my opponent Zeus, sadly he does not get the excuse of being a kid. Nope he's a grown ass man like myself but with such a childish mentality it truly baffles me how he is component enough to wrestle."
The kid laughed as he spoke again.
"Couldn't the same be said about you?" he asked as he laughed some more. "HA HA, no," Maverick said. "I actually am pretty fucking good at wrestling, I just much more enjoy putting on a show. However when my interest is peaked, then just like all clowns, all the make up, all the acts will stop and come off and well I must be honest I am not even sure I will be the same after that though I have always relished in being ever so different. I mean every clown is different, the only similarity might be the paint but even the differences are always going to be in the details dear innocent child and the details will always be key."
The kid nodded and once again had something to say for that was the only truly beautiful part of kids though Maverick's slight annoyance was shown but the kid went on, none the less.
"So you work for I.I.W., that's what my parents said, why such a show for such a company that is already known? I do not get that Mr. Tatum." Maverick's bottom right earlobe slightly twitched as he heard the slight
shift in the kid's tone.
It seemed to go from happy to mysterious, cha cha. Maverick took a minute to flick his earlobe as he stood up and grabbed a few bottles to juggle as he looked at the kid and spoke. That was life right, the reactions of someone else, the change when around others made us too. However as long as we flowed through the change and let it slowly occur then it was not a change of force but a welcome change. Maverick still continued to juggle the bottles as he spoke, and the
shift began in him too. His own tone changed to a more natural, organic one.
"It is not for them but I can see how you would see it that way being so young. It is for me, I need it, no I do not want to lie to you. I crave it kid. Taste by taste, match by match, and opponent by opponent," he said as the bottles still flipped and twirled in the air, landing carefully in his hands. "It is not a story of I.I.W. for they are the supporting characters you see. They are the place that is my vast, deep rooted setting and every person, every so called wrestler who I face is nothing more than a mere chapter in a story, in a production but not every person is a stand out, Zeus for evidence. No disrespect to him, for milk is fucking delicious but he's simply prologue material, like everyone else before him." Max Stone was something he would eventually flow chart back too, but for the moment as the bottles continued and Maverick looked up, he heard the kid speak again.
"Sounds scary, mysterious, tell me more." Maverick shook his head. "Maybe next time kid," he said as he caught the bottles and handed them to him. "I need to go eat and you will never guess what's on the menu." He walked away as the kid shouted.
"Good luck and please tell me it's avocado toast!" It's going to be avocado toast right?"END