This was like playing Perfection. You could see the pieces but it was painfully clear that none of the pieces fit where they should. He literally did not even get it. Circle in Circle, Square in Square, but this was literally like trying to fit a circle into a square, and a square into a trapezoid and as you literally were trying to force pieces where they did not belong the annoying ticking timer was counting down. Seconds never simultaneously went slower and faster at the same time and it literally hurt so bad trying to watch the scramble of that which was Perfection, slowly start to bend and break because nothing went where it should easily fit. It never would because instead of putting Circles in Circles, we are putting Circles in Squares and for the love of
Mecca!, make it make sense!
"If you do not like that which is the same, why come back? If your grass is so green, is that because what you constantly spew from your mouth is shit? Are we really going to do the back and forth thing where you pinpoint my weaknesses and claim that you "know" me or that you "do not have to know me" because I no one. Dear god please do not make me sit through that, give me something new, something fresh. Give me something that you have never shown anyone else, but never let it be mistaken that it is because I need it because I do not. I just want to see if you have it in you but I already know the truth, you York, do not. This "Just In," you never have. I know, how can I talk about you when I do not know you? Because I can and yet there is nothing that you are capable of doing about it, because for as much thunder as you think you took with you, nothing failed when you left. No one cares who you are and no one cares who I am, but I care so watch me do you a favor and make you remember what it's like to see something that you are not better than, no matter how tight you tie your shoe laces. "
Maverick literally..just..so over the top and so loud mouthed. A small part of him had to respect it but then he didn't. He literally had no idea what Shaun Hart was thinking, and poor Osh he had to be rolling in his grave at what Hart was doing. Rest In Peace to a real one. Still after, Maverick was just fucking confused but he was slowly starting to understand it. He simply had to look at it piece by piece, something that he hated. As a matter of fact he hated it so much, that he had to do it at home.
Gasp! Le' Shock! However wait, there's more:"Wow," It was so much more simpler, had such a sleek feeling to it as he straightened himself up. As much as he would have loved to go on a trip into the M.T.E. today, he had to wait. Not because he could not put it into over ride mode and kick anyone out but because he had set aside a special time in order for him to clear his head for you see that annoying ticking still seemed to be ringing in his ears, not to mention that for once Maverick had actually been awake when he received the alert about his match on the coming edition of Mayhem. All he could say was whoa. Whoa because he was shocked and another whoa because possibly out of this fatal four way match that now lingered in his head, all he wanted to do was play poker with them. Who in the hell would not want to play poker with Justin, Tony, and Eoin. Hell maybe they could even get drunk and throw the piss about or whatever. It was a nice thought but nowhere near realistic, so instead of them being poker buddies that could cheat off one another, they were each playing with a deck of cards but this was no solitaire because in that game you could at least win. Nope this was a match where the cards were stacked against you, the most flavorless kind of card game next to 21, because the house always win.
"I dislike Justin York the most which is totally unfair to him. I mean we do not know each other, fuck I don't know anything about any of them but York's face, it makes me just want to muzzle him and then slowly began to choke him until he can not breath. The guy blows more smoke up his own ass about Mecca than I do about #2ndComing and that is a lot but it's only existed a few short weeks at least in I.I.W. and yet it's enough to make me wish that you would slowly choke on your own spit simply so that you would shut up. I would almost do it myself but, the amount of energy that your mouth and all of your "I did this and I did that" pulls out of me, I simply lack any feeling to care. I want you out of I.I.W. because you are someone who is so accomplished and yet you come back just to bash? I find that ironic and lacking and just, devilish. You do not feel the same about me because as I am sure you already have it made up, I'm no one. Thank god if you think that because it's less time anyone has to hear your mouth. Bitch made one hundred percent is what you are but hey, at least you wear it proudly and no one will ever shame you for that."
Still he wanted to pick the guy's eyeballs out. That could not be healthy at all, one more mark down as to why Maverick did still need to get that therapy session in. Feelings they were starting to spill over and the only thing that he knew was that they were not anger. Confusion popping out all over the place. It was like waking up in the mornings and hearing the sounds of a bird in the spring but not quite knowing which bird it was, so against your own will you followed it because you were curious and the disappointment that you seen when it was just a regular brown thrasher as opposed to a beautiful red cardinal was just too much to take in, especially as a way to start your day. That is the feeling that Maverick had when he had seen Tony Bird's name in the fatal four way. It was like ordering a warm yeast roll and the place trying to substitue your yeast roll with a hard as rock, cold biscuit. Sure it was bread but they were nowhere near the damn same.
Still, hunger was something that came sometimes more often than even we wanted to admit as a people but looking at this fatal four way match, it was.., he took a pause trying to decide how it had made him feel, you know the deep down kind that no one wanted you to peel back because they either could not get it, or they were the type to sit there and constantly try and tell you that squares could go in circles still though that logic was proven far wrong time and time again. Maybe it was confusion that was coming along, he'd circle back around to Tony Bird in a minute. Maverick took the time to sit up and run his hands through his hair as his mind flickered to the thoughts of O'Rourke also, once again a subject that he'd circle back around to.
He had chosen to address competitor number two, Tony Bird first. The truth was that Maverick did not have much to say about the guy. There had been such a flock of people in and out of I.I.W that it was hard to keep up. So Tony being in this match well he did not know if that was good or bad for him, but it did not matter. All four men wanted the same, every competitor at the end of the day did, to be victorious. It was a curse and a flaw no matter whom you were even if this was one case where Maverick hoped that birds of a feather did not flock together. He did not need to see #2ndComing experience another beat down, because no matter who you were and how established you were, it was just damn embarrassing and shameful in the end.
None the less there was one more person, well two technically but one more person that was in the match. Eoin O'rourke. Maverick blinked a little bit when he had seen this name. He had heard it here and there but nothing stood out. However Maverick knew that was no reason to not take him seriously. It was hard to know how to take everyone in a match that wanted the win because no matter how much someone said they were better and no matter how much someone also knew that they were that as well, at the end of the day each time you got into the ring you had to prove it. That was where Maverick had failed because he could talk for days about what was wrong with the people that he was going to come up against. He could spin yarn for days about how he was better, but could he take his own criticism? Not the kind of shit talk that he expected from his opponents every time his name was on the Mayhem Match card but the kind where he had to hear it from himself. Nope, at least not while playing Perfection. Maverick was not a triangle that you were going to fit into a square, or a square that you were going to fit into a rhombus. He was and had always been a path guy and even from earlier events he knew that the path was not always straight, but you still got where you needed to be without having to squeeze into something else while time ticked away for that was maddening.
Still, Maverick had been fighting his own issues and doing his own part of bashing people because it did come with the territory but he at least did it with a little class but now that he had the fatal four way coming up, and the whole keys to success or whatever it was coming up as well he knew it was only fair to properly examine himself as much as he had, his own opponents. For how could one hope to be simply better than that which stood in his way if he could not acknowledge his own downfalls, he just was not sure that he knew properly how to do a self examination. For even though we are own critic it is never a pill that we want to swallow.
He had decided to start with a center point. Second Coming as a whole was a fantastic stable and always would be but yet it seemed Shaun Hart literally did not want to allow them to bloom into a force that they already knew that they were but no one in I.I.W. seemed to realize or if they did, it was not strong enough to make them speak up. That was not that big of a deal, for #SecondComing's accomplishments would speak for themselves in the end. However personally Maverick knew he was by far the one that lacked the most. It was not because of belts, those were a dime a dozen but because every time that he went to go focus he was easily distracted by his social media. It had even dispersed into cooking and silly things like question of the days but at the end of the day it was all under the same mask.
HE NEEDED REAL THERAPY
Ugh, if he was going to be a more natural gifted athlete and be something in I.I.W. then he had to peel apart his avocado covered layers and let the world, ick, let the I.I.W audience in on his life and not just the part that he had shown through social media but the real part of his life. You know the parts, the ones where sometimes you let it be shown that you are human and all of that bullshit crap. Fuck the thoughts of it disgusted him but the truth was that he was tired of playing Perfection, that game was fucking terrible and whoever sat down and thought let me invent torture was a damn idiot. Nope he was moving from the game of Perfection to the game of Life.
Player 1: Justin York, sadly four players are needed for this game.
Player 2: Tony Bird: Birds of a feather flock together, Tweet Tweet, Birches
Player 3: Eoin O'Rourke : Every time I see this guy, makes me feel weird. Is this fear I feel?
Player 4: Maverick Tatum : Social Media Guru, thank you much!*Disclaimer:
I randomly drew these names out of a hat and added them as players in my new game. Beep, beep get in dudes, we're going for a ride!
Life the game was such an under rated game and it was to no one's fault because you did have so many great games but Life was still just a notch above them. Maverick had chosen "Musician" for his career because in his version he could do that, while the other three players had chosen I.I.W. Sure they probably did other things elsewhere, but all that matters in this version is I.I.W., nothing else before and nothing else after. The gentlemen circled along the straight path, getting life's usual obstacles. Marriage, pensions, demotions, and things of the like but Maverick, hell he was accelerating as a musician! Look at him cruising around and the fans gathering, ya boi was flourishing.
However, then came that dreaded card!
CHOOSE ANOTHER CAREER!
Oh, no you stupid bastard, he said as he went all the way back to the beginning and started over. He knew how to play the game this time from the little experience that he had, so he too chose I.I.W. as a career, but hold on, there seems to be a bit of a traffic jam. We're at a four way stop! "Oh shit," Maverick said as he could see the three cars circling his little orange car. They are closing in on me, what shall I do. Hit the reverse! His car quickly reversed as Maverick hit the freeway and hopped on circular path with his little orange car and crashed into the blue car with the TB on it. "Oh dude I'm sorry," he said as he watched the little purple car roll off the circular path and land at the "Start." The little orange car almost stalled out and got ran over at the little green car with the E'O came swerving around the corner and damn near rammed into the back of the little orange car, knocking the "M" off the "MT" that was on the orange car.
The little orange car watched it's bumper fall off and slowly chugged along as he watched the little red car, branded with the "JY" side swerve into the little green car sending the green "E'O" car back to the start. "Go, go!" the little orange car said as it began to spit and sputter as it could hear the red car coming for it. The orange car swerved and turned itself so now it was facing the little red car. "I dislike red cars," the orange car said as it revved it's engine and the red car and orange car clashed as the green car and blue car were back in the game. The orange car was caught up with the three as the cars went around and around, finally all crashing out, nothing but smoke left. "Fuck this game," Maverick said. It did not anger him but he now knew that this was not the way. His opponents lately had been getting to him, making him question himself so he knew that he had no choice but to open the one door that he did not want to, seriously this time.
He heard his phone ding and he sighed as he shook his head. In order to level the playing field, no matter how many people are up against you, you do have to admit your flaws and start to correct them if you seriously want to start on the correct path of success. As stated the path will never be easy and the path will never always be straight, but those flaws that start you on that path will slowly become less and straighten themselves out and that is how you know, that as slow as it comes, that which you deserve will slowly become the things that you earn.
As the time had ticked on, Maverick had gathered where he needed to be and a couple of his fans, #2ndComing's fans in general were talking to him, surprised that while he was indeed a douche that he was there. He finished his drink and looked at the building. "It's never too late to go home," he said under his breath as he was still deciding if he truly wanted to do this. He could skip over this and go train for his match, start that podcast that he had been avoiding, but none of those things would help him for you see he knew the deal. It was a carefully stacked play, one that he would almost applaud Shaun Hart for but he just could not bring himself to do that. No disrespect to Mr. Hart but as carefully stacked as his plans were for I.I.W., the Mecca, anything else that he seen fit, Maverick seem himself fit enough to gently blow around it and blow those plans away. Flaws and all, one curved negative trait at a time, turning it into a positive. One step back, dancing ever so gently around it and making it turn into two steps forward. No disrespect to York, Bird, and O'rourke, but gentlemen, I want to play too and I hope you all are ready.
He pushed forward and walked through the door, giving his jacket one last look over as the secretary looked up and spoke. "Mavis," she said. "Damn it," he said under his breath once more. Maverick had not been here in four years and yet she still recognized him even with the dashing beard and lavish curls. "That's me," he said. "I made an appointment, got this match coming up, four way or some shit and it's truly fucking with me." She nodded and spoke. "Well it must really be important if it brought you back here."
He rolled his eyes. "Don't get ahead of yourself Carol, but hey you can bill this to Intense International Wrestling, I'm sure they'd love to know just what I am about to do. By the way you're still following me on social media right?" he asked as he laughed. Carol was an older woman, not really important, well..she spoke breaking his thoughts as he heard her voice. "Yep, I made my name HereForTheLol, but this is serious here." He nodded. "Heard you loud and clear, let's get started."
Come on, you know you want to get in. Beep, beep, SWERVE!
tbc