Post by Reck Maverick on Feb 22, 2007 20:10:26 GMT -6
Landom looks up to see that Reck is semi-questioning the slower count by Nathan McElvoy. Landom, reaches between Reck's legs and pulls him over for a quick small package! McElvoy is right on top of it!
1......2........
REVERSAL!!!!!! Reck just reversed the small package!
1.......2.......3!!!!!!!!
The kickout is too late! McElvoy calls for the bell and Landom jumps up in down in happiness! Reck is confused.
Pilgrim: Reck Maverick wins the match, but you wouldn't know it by looking in the ring!
Almanti: That Landom thinks he's undefeated....don't break his heart! Let him believe it!
Pilgrim: The important thing is that Reck Maverick has secured a spot and will be fighting next week at "The Road to All In" to be named the number one contender to the Valor Championship Belt. This was a keystone match for Reck Maverick.
Reck Maverick - I watched Cran Landom jumping up and down "Celebrating" his "win" over me... It was at that moment I came to the realization that the images I saw in that meditative state were a mere mirage and that Cran Landom was indeed insane. I slid out of the ring and grabbed my Sword from the ring attendant. As I was walking up the pathway away from the ring. I looked back and saw him still celebrating - he had the attention of everyone in the arena. I won the damn match, yet... once again I am overlooked, it wasn't the first time that's happened to me and odds are it won't be the last. When I got through the curtain Jayde was waiting for me. We exchanged high-fives and she congratulated me on winning another match.
As we made our way towards the locker room, a lot of the boys were watching monitors of the show. No one really talked to me - I'm used to it, my reputation as a rebel proceeds me. I was the one for single handedly killed both MPW and UWL. I have changed since those days, yet no one trusts in me... no one believes in me. What good is a hero without those two values? Beats the hell out of me, of course truth be told I don't really care for what others think of me... all the jokes, ribs and what have aside I am still a Maverick, one person on his own overcoming all obstacles. My current obstacle... was getting this stupid knot out of my headband, but after that was facing Appius Macro Vitruvious at the TV taping.
I got to the locker room and there stood Riley - Macro's manager... Shouldn't this twit been out kissing Mackie's ass? I gripped the handle of my sword... I know Macros is an honourable fighter and all, but you can never tell in the world of wrestling when someone is going to jump out of the shadows and attack you from behind. To my surprise Riley came in peace. He mentioned the message he sent me the other day, I had actually forgotten about it until this point. We discussed the nature of message... basically he wanted his client - Macros to partner up with me in the upcoming Tag Team Championship tournamet... I guess my reputation as a rebel wasn't the only one to proceed me... my rep as the best Tag Team wrestler in North America and the United Kingdom came with it. I let him know that I accepted his offer to team with Macros and win the Tag Team championship. But I gave him two conditions to the partnership.
One, I would not sign my contract over to him - I don't make that much money to begin with and he sure as hell wasn't getting a cut and the second condition was that Macros was to not hold anything back in our upcoming number one contenders match. This would be my first contest in POW against a COMPETENT and INTELLIGENT opponent, unlike the gutter-trash I've been beating until now. I went out of my way to make them look good, and are any of the still around? No... and if they are - no one cares about them. I am the STAR-MAKER and yet even my abilities couldn't get them over. Anyway, Riley agreed to the terms I listed and made a snide comment about how I should be careful what I wish for... I can't remember the exact response I gave him - considering my mood at the moment... It probably wasn't a very good one.
I change back into my usual clothes and met back up with Jayde. She had bought me a Diet Pepsi. She then told me she was sorry she couldn't stay but the she had to book it to catch the flight back to San Jose. We hugged and I wished her well. I watched walk out the door then I cracked open my bottle... I thought the hero was suppose to get the girl? *sigh* I hate Hollywood. I made my way up to a secluded area of the arena so I could finish watching the show. In my younger days I probably would have just left with Jayde. But I made a promise to Mr. Capaci that I would keep my eyes peeled and take out anyone who got involved in the main event. I sat and waited, and watched - constantly sipping my drink. Just as I had figured the entity that had threatened to come after Morrison and Stevens never showed... I chuckled a little bit... Was I truly the last man in the sport of Pro Wrestling to make a promise and deliver?
As soon as I witnessed Shawn Stevens hit the Family Tradition I was gone, I didn't wait for the 3 count. I had completed all my objectives for that evening - Mission Accomplished, I win a friggin' cookie. I threw on my helmet and walked out the door. I walked over to my motorcycle, yeah I riding those again... I haven't crashed yet either. I straddled the seat and looked over my right shoulder - Wrestlers were signing autograph and taking photos and what not. No one came over to me... I am what I have always been... A Shadow. I started the motorcycle and drove off in search my cheap 1 star hotel. There would be no parties, drugs, booze and whores... the type of thing the wrestling industry is centered around. Nah, that's not me - that's not the way of the hero and it certainly isn't the way of the ninja...
That was 3 days ago... Now I'm sitting in said crappy hotel room and am finishing this article. To all the people is sunny San Jose and can get POW on their dishes. Check us out, and root, root, root for your hero!
Written by R. Maverick ~ San Jose Mercury News - Feb. 25th edition.
The End
1......2........
REVERSAL!!!!!! Reck just reversed the small package!
1.......2.......3!!!!!!!!
The kickout is too late! McElvoy calls for the bell and Landom jumps up in down in happiness! Reck is confused.
Pilgrim: Reck Maverick wins the match, but you wouldn't know it by looking in the ring!
Almanti: That Landom thinks he's undefeated....don't break his heart! Let him believe it!
Pilgrim: The important thing is that Reck Maverick has secured a spot and will be fighting next week at "The Road to All In" to be named the number one contender to the Valor Championship Belt. This was a keystone match for Reck Maverick.
Reck Maverick - I watched Cran Landom jumping up and down "Celebrating" his "win" over me... It was at that moment I came to the realization that the images I saw in that meditative state were a mere mirage and that Cran Landom was indeed insane. I slid out of the ring and grabbed my Sword from the ring attendant. As I was walking up the pathway away from the ring. I looked back and saw him still celebrating - he had the attention of everyone in the arena. I won the damn match, yet... once again I am overlooked, it wasn't the first time that's happened to me and odds are it won't be the last. When I got through the curtain Jayde was waiting for me. We exchanged high-fives and she congratulated me on winning another match.
As we made our way towards the locker room, a lot of the boys were watching monitors of the show. No one really talked to me - I'm used to it, my reputation as a rebel proceeds me. I was the one for single handedly killed both MPW and UWL. I have changed since those days, yet no one trusts in me... no one believes in me. What good is a hero without those two values? Beats the hell out of me, of course truth be told I don't really care for what others think of me... all the jokes, ribs and what have aside I am still a Maverick, one person on his own overcoming all obstacles. My current obstacle... was getting this stupid knot out of my headband, but after that was facing Appius Macro Vitruvious at the TV taping.
I got to the locker room and there stood Riley - Macro's manager... Shouldn't this twit been out kissing Mackie's ass? I gripped the handle of my sword... I know Macros is an honourable fighter and all, but you can never tell in the world of wrestling when someone is going to jump out of the shadows and attack you from behind. To my surprise Riley came in peace. He mentioned the message he sent me the other day, I had actually forgotten about it until this point. We discussed the nature of message... basically he wanted his client - Macros to partner up with me in the upcoming Tag Team Championship tournamet... I guess my reputation as a rebel wasn't the only one to proceed me... my rep as the best Tag Team wrestler in North America and the United Kingdom came with it. I let him know that I accepted his offer to team with Macros and win the Tag Team championship. But I gave him two conditions to the partnership.
One, I would not sign my contract over to him - I don't make that much money to begin with and he sure as hell wasn't getting a cut and the second condition was that Macros was to not hold anything back in our upcoming number one contenders match. This would be my first contest in POW against a COMPETENT and INTELLIGENT opponent, unlike the gutter-trash I've been beating until now. I went out of my way to make them look good, and are any of the still around? No... and if they are - no one cares about them. I am the STAR-MAKER and yet even my abilities couldn't get them over. Anyway, Riley agreed to the terms I listed and made a snide comment about how I should be careful what I wish for... I can't remember the exact response I gave him - considering my mood at the moment... It probably wasn't a very good one.
I change back into my usual clothes and met back up with Jayde. She had bought me a Diet Pepsi. She then told me she was sorry she couldn't stay but the she had to book it to catch the flight back to San Jose. We hugged and I wished her well. I watched walk out the door then I cracked open my bottle... I thought the hero was suppose to get the girl? *sigh* I hate Hollywood. I made my way up to a secluded area of the arena so I could finish watching the show. In my younger days I probably would have just left with Jayde. But I made a promise to Mr. Capaci that I would keep my eyes peeled and take out anyone who got involved in the main event. I sat and waited, and watched - constantly sipping my drink. Just as I had figured the entity that had threatened to come after Morrison and Stevens never showed... I chuckled a little bit... Was I truly the last man in the sport of Pro Wrestling to make a promise and deliver?
As soon as I witnessed Shawn Stevens hit the Family Tradition I was gone, I didn't wait for the 3 count. I had completed all my objectives for that evening - Mission Accomplished, I win a friggin' cookie. I threw on my helmet and walked out the door. I walked over to my motorcycle, yeah I riding those again... I haven't crashed yet either. I straddled the seat and looked over my right shoulder - Wrestlers were signing autograph and taking photos and what not. No one came over to me... I am what I have always been... A Shadow. I started the motorcycle and drove off in search my cheap 1 star hotel. There would be no parties, drugs, booze and whores... the type of thing the wrestling industry is centered around. Nah, that's not me - that's not the way of the hero and it certainly isn't the way of the ninja...
That was 3 days ago... Now I'm sitting in said crappy hotel room and am finishing this article. To all the people is sunny San Jose and can get POW on their dishes. Check us out, and root, root, root for your hero!
Written by R. Maverick ~ San Jose Mercury News - Feb. 25th edition.
The End
