"It is not what I want to do," he said through the confessional wall. Yeah inside of a church was the last place that he thought he would find himself too but sadly enough Maverick was back at home. Entering into this tournament he still had nothing to prove but it seemed the Clyde could not get the job done of eliminating him and thus he had advanced but his next opponent, hell Maverick knew that he had to go talk to someone about it. A church on every corner was literally a blessing in this case, even as he kicked his feet up. "Do you see what this match does? I don't give a good F U C K if I win or if Rhett wins, the seeds have already been planted. All this match does it start to unwind the twine of the group known as #2ndComing and you really want to sit there and tell me that I have no need to worry? That it will all be handled and that once the match is done things will be the same?" He did not quite buy that.
"I am sorry father and you will excuse me if I do not buy it. You see what the people who run this company have did? They are giving me a disgruntled man who has something to prove to them and he will not care about our friendship because this what I like to call Rhett's Revenge. Now while I did not buy a ticket to this F U C K fest, it seems that I am the next stop on the revenge tour and as a man who knows a little more than he should about music, how can I not sit back and watch the so called Maestro as he signals for signs of destruction as that which is inner turmoil continues to eat at him? His partner is out, and the taste of singles competition has found itself wet across Rhett's tongue and yet, am I to be the one who puts this newly found flame out or should I smoothly step to the side and watch how far it can burn? You see father I am not here to confess for I have done nothing but I do need guidance and if you can not give it to me, then are you even fit for your job?"
He had a lot of questions, but even in questions even he knew that in a tournament, in matches such as this there could only be one. It dripped of irony and smelled of fatigue, regret, and sour flavors that torched the tongue. It was also drizzled in a little male testosterone and burned egos that somehow found their wheels once again beginning to crank up. Carefully threaded throughout the story of the faction known as #2ndComing, the pages were aflame and as for whose hand would be held up as victorious, who knew? That was something that time would tell. All he knew was that it truly was business and even in business sometimes those we trust the most are blinded by rage and so we have to force them back into place. You see somewhere along the lines with his match against Terry Walker, Rhett sorely mistook that it was he who had been carrying Intense International Wrestling (IIW) on his back these last few months and no, that was far from the case.
Maverick had excused this little slip of the tongue from Rhett because they were friends but he had also planned to see him for he had invited Rhett down so that the two could have a talk. Something that it seemed was long overdue because Rhett did not need to be so blinded that he became a sheep, but he also needed to know that his anger did not need to steer him into doing something that he might stupidly regret. Maverick sighed thinking about how he too had to remain conscience of what was at stake here, something that he thought that Rhett could realize. Right now all of IIW was on one side and it did not make any of them better than the other, no that was something that would not be proven until the tournament was all said and done because if someone from outside came in and won, then all of those who represented IIW fell into the same boat, they were all losers and this new era that Maverick wanted to help shift in, was literally dead before the wheels got going good on it. He took a second to beat on the wall. "Can you hear me in there, you're not really saying anything and I need some direction from a higher up so to say."
The small door slid open and the smell of pine sol immediately found itself up in Maverick's nostrils and he began to gag as he fell over and hit the floor crawling out of the confessional as he heard the man.
"I am only the janitor but it seems that you have some true issues. Get off of social media and get some fresh air and I am sure that everything else will sort itself out." As Maverick's curls hung down and he crawled out of the church into the fresh air, he hated the fact that he had the audacity to wear a suit. "Fuck this dry heat," he said as he loosened up his tie and found himself laying on his back as he closed his eyes and let the natural sun's rays beam down on him. "If this is what hell is like, take me back inside," he said as he felt his phone buzz and he slowly pulled it out of his pocket as he answered it. "Hello?"
"Talk to Rhett yet?" came the voice of Beckett. "Where is his head at? Has he flipped out on you yet or have you guys worked out how this match is going to go? Who is going to win? Why did it work out like this? Why couldn't Clyde just have even attempted to do what he should have did and knock you out of the tournament and then we would not even be at this bridge. This is terrible Mavis, simply fucking terrible, are you even there?" He wanted to hang up on her but she seemed to think that he should have been eliminated first which made him sit up and throw his tie to the side as he spoke.
"Wow, no surprise whose side you are on but you know what I get it and hell I was hoping that this did not happen but now that it has, it is to be treated like any other match. I can not go easy on Rhett just because we are in a faction, because fuck if he is going to go easy on me. If anything, what if he tries to break me? I am the damn Keys 2 Success winner and now that I might end up on the end of his revenge because of some damn baby oil and threesome fucking is not fair to me. I have earned my stripes and now they might be ripped away from me because of my own faction mate? It's the constant hamster wheel running problem of IIW coming to knock on my door again, except this time I am answering it with a punch straight in the face and if Rhett happens to fall because of that, not my issue at least not as long as I am in this tournament."
"Yes it is. Maybe you can talk some sense into him." It was not like she could, ever since being pulled to Combat. Shit was real over there and all of those women were in their own gunning for her as she let out a sigh and then spoke. "Look you and Rhett have a lot in common and I feel like if anyone can get through to him then it's you. He just needs someone to vent too and since Sawyer is out at the moment, you need to go and be his bro. Knock back some liquor and let emotion flow." Maverick took a minute to place two of his fingers on the bridgee of his nose as he thought about telling her that, yes was a solution or she could, you know go fuck him and that would completely help. It was a sin considering that they were nowhere near married but a fun sin, however instead he went with something a little less vulgar.
"I am not doing that. I am treating this match like every other match and this cycle Rhett is not my friend but my opponent. I got a look at the card and that's how the chickens hatched so he will receive the same treatment as if it were any other person, only his will be face to face, well if he takes my invite to come down here with me. I left a message but have yet to hear back from him. Not worried about it though, for Rhett Dawson, the so called Maestro is simply about to find himself conducted and simply outwrestled at the end of the day by yours truly."
"For what purpose Maverick?" she hissed at him through the phone. "You did not even want to do this and now because it's you up against someone you know, you have all of a sudden changed your mind? What does that say about your character and your loyalty to your friends?" Why was she so fucking upset again? Built with those female chromosomes was not being very kind to Daddy Marisol at the moment but he spoke as seriously as he could while remaining nice to her. "You know what? Me taking him out of the tournament this round is better, because even if he advances past me, he does not have it in him to win it all."
The truth was the truth. There were layers to this and Rhett just simply did not have the experience that Maverick did when it came to singles competition. Sure his anger and his grit could get him far, but after that? Once he stopped being so angry and started missing cues because he was used to tag team wrestling it would simply be a wrap for Rhett Dawson where as Maverick could edge on into the semi finals and dare we even say finals, yes we shall. "It is not what anyone wants to hear about themselves, especially Rhett right now but the truth shines when nothing else does. Besides it's as plain as the color white that he is only doing it because he has too. I do not need him out there making what is known as #2ndComing look bad. Does not matter, at the end of the day I am simply the better choice."
He heard the click and the busy signal as he stood up and threw his phone into the small river behind the church. He wanted to scream so bad that he could literally see himself simply reaching out and choking Rhett to his early death. He took in a deep breath and walked because he needed a few minutes to think. Did he really believe that about Rhett or even himself? Hell did anyone on that particular side of a chance, sure. Was it either member of #2ndComing, well the jury was going to be out on that one for a while. The next time that he was seen, Maverick had decided to leave his childhood home and go back to his hotel room. It was best when you found yourself in the middle of turmoil and confusion to be alone or so he had always told himself as he was seen plugging in all of his back up data in his new phone.
"I will not throw this phone, I will not throw this phone." He had done so well, holding onto a phone for two months was a completely new record for him. He also now had no idea if Rhett was coming in for their talk, because new phone who dis, his number was now with no other members of #2ndComing. "Well Mr. Dawson, I apologize in advance because you are my friend but I have a point to prove and you are just the next person standing in my way. You might be disgruntled and you may even feel a spark more of passion for what you need to accomplish here, but your feelings are just a flash in the pan while mine have been simmering for months. It's not you, it's simply me being done with skating around letting anyone be better than me and that now includes you."He did not know if the match would "bring the house down" so to say but he was fine because even if it did not, him and Rhett now had to outdo the other one and he had no idea if either one of them truly know how to do that.
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