I've agreed to stranger things. There was that cult instance a long time ago my therapist tells me not to talk about. Working with Sean and Miss Karla to win the Extreme Tournament still tops my list. I read the dirt sheets, people say Sean doesn't like me at all, but deep down I'm sure he has a heart of gold.
That's the type of guy I am. Nothing but love for this business. Kinda like Willy Follet. I get to wrestle against a guy I don't have to worry will cheat me, or befoul me, or any other number of nasty things guys like to do to me.
My group draw isn't too bad. I drew against some names who aren't big in the business, and a name or two that might be big where they come from.
I'm kinda big where I come from too. Do they realize it? I'm the VWF World Heavyweight Champion. Now that's a title with lineage. A title that has been around since 1998. Coming in at about two months as Champion, I've been Champion longer than most promotions in the world have been open. The Expert's have feds with strong heritages, and I earned the top prize among them. That's soooooo cool! It really does mean a lot to me. I thank the heavens everyday that I get to do what I love, and occasionally get rewarded for it.
"Maverick are you even listening to me?" Miss Karla asked slapping Maverick on the back of the head.
"Sure was." Maverick replied. Sean Edmunds and Maverick struck a deal to form a Team VWF in the tournament, so they could help each other get to the Extreme Tournament Finals. An All VWF Final, that would go down in the history books. Maverick loved the idea, he was sure the fans would love it. As part of the deal, Miss Karla was to manage him. It was an odd situation as far as Maverick was concerned. He wasn't allowed to look in her direction at all, and she constantly told him what to do. Maybe that's why Sean was angry all the time, Miss Karla is sooooo bossy.
"You don't even know what you're doing when you talk to people!" she complained. "I don't understand how you can go through life bumbling your way through, letting people just walk all over you!"
"It worked out pretty well so far." Maverick smiled, tapping his VWF World Title belt, because it annoys her.
"That's your excuse for everything! UGH. I need a walk. I'll see you in a couple minutes so we can tape your interview! I booked you with Marvin Peabody and he's a very busy man so I'm told, so don't screw this up!" Miss Karla yelled from halfway down the hallway.
They were in Sin City, and it was in fact Maverick's first trip to Vegas. The SCW staff was working over time, probably not used to the massive amount of wrestlers in the building. The Casino was probably getting a lot of business from fans and wrestler's alike. Maverick was staying away from all that. Sean and Miss Karla hit the floor last night, but Maverick knew better, casinos are in the business for losers...and they didn't want him around anyway.
"Is she gone?" Kyle Bacon whispered from behind a pile of trash.
"Yea." Maverick replied allowing Bacon to come out and dust off.
"I'll be damned if I let some Sin City rat take away MY interviews." Bacon said sitting in a chair next to Maverick. Maverick liked Bacon. He was a lot like Maverick, a hard worker and dedicated to his craft. He does his best to follow VWF superstars every where they go, at his own expense. The VWF isn't even paying him to be here. Maverick respects that kind of dedication. Plus, talking with Bacon is like talking with a friend. He never feels the pressure of being on stage when be interviewed by him. With an important first week match coming up, being relaxed was very important.
"Well we better hurry before she gets back." Maverick says, kicking back and relaxing. They watch as some SCW superstars walk by.
"Well, how are you feeling about all this?" he asked, relaxing a bit now that Miss Karla was long gone.
"I'm feeling pretty good. I'm not freaking out or anything."
"That's good to know. Back in the Extreme Tournament huh?"
"I've been in a couple events over the years. I was so oh so close to getting the Extreme Tag Team Titles. Second place in the Extreme Tag Tournament isn't too bad. I more than most people in this tournament know what it's like to come so close...and not be able to finish. It's a terrible feeling. But, I've gotten better since then. I mean I'm the VWF World Champion now, and that is such a big deal! It's a weight I don't have hanging on my shoulders. I know I have what it takes to beat the very best, because I've done it before. Gives me absolute focus on my goal, and that is beating Willy Follet."
"They call him WTF. In all the billings and everything." Bacon produces a program of the events to prove it.
"That's cool how his initials ended up. Mine only spell MBJ."
"BJ? What's the B stand for?"
"um....Brianna..." Maverick looked down at his shoes.
"Right-o. So what do you think about the man dubbed WTF?"
"He's got a lot of heart. But, I'm a bit concerned for him. Like I might have to hold back a bit."
"Because he's OLD! I don't want to hurt him, or anyone for that matter in the ring."
"To the point where you wouldn't beat him?
"This is our livelihood Kyle. I know some people have the mentality that they need to hurt their opponents in the ring to get ahead. I feel sorry for those people. I'm not like that. I want to beat Willy, but I won't hurt him to do it."
"You are always different from everyone Mav."
"I'm not like everyone else. I have too much respect for wrestling, for everyone in it, and everything it stands for. That's what sets me apart from everyone else. I'm glad I have an opponent who respects this business. You know what Miss Karla wanted me to tell Peabody this week?"
"She wanted me to rip on Willy. Tell him how I'll beat him within an inch of his life just for fun. How Willy is a warm-up match for my 'ascension to the top of the celestial concourse'! She honestly told me to say that, and I have no idea what that means. I thought a concourse was those things in airports. If you climb to the top of those you'll get taken down by the TSA."
"Maybe you should take WTF down like the TSA."
"I do want to beat him, and I'll do what I need to to get the job done. At the end of the day I'm a better wrestler than him, and everyone else in this tournament. I'm gonna stand tall at the end this match."
"You're sending a mixed message."
"Maybe. But that's how I like it. It's not about sending a 'message' to the rest of the locker room. I let my actions speak for my words, instead of my words speaking for my actions. Eventhough that makes more sense, but I'm trying a metaphor here."
"What is Maverick's message?"
"I'm gonna win, and I'm going to do it the right way."
"Even with Miss Karla at ringside? We know what she does for Edmunds."
"Don't worry, the brass knuckles are too big for my hand. My gosh Sean has huge hands. Or maybe Miss Karla does."
"She's really upset." Kyle says pointing down the hall.
"Oh right...ummm" Maverick says looking at her hands as she walks over.
"We should go..." Kyle says starting to dart away.
"Right-o. She'll feel better when I win my match anyway. Experts, Willy, get ready. All this, still won't be enough to beat me!" Maverick says as he darts away with Miss Karla chasing him down...