Post by Reck Maverick on Aug 15, 2007 18:30:46 GMT -6
Some time earlier Reid Flanagan had arrived at the building... there something seriously off about the way he was acting all day... The POW staff were ignorant of the event that had occurred to our hero over the past few days and now Greg Kilgreen wants to interview Reck Maverick... Oh snappage!
We find Gregory holding a microphone... but the man beside him is a far cry of the Reck Maverick POW knows and loves... This man is dressing in Camouflage pants that are cut off just below the knee... just high enough to expose his black kneepads. He also wears a black t-shirt with the sleeves removed, a single black elbow pad on his right arm in addition to leather gloves and vest... The outfit is finished off with a black bandanna and combat boots. Greg looks a little confused as he begins his interview.
Greg Kilgreen - Um... Excuse me Reck Maverick? What is with the weird clothes?
Reck slowly rolls his eyes up to Greg's face... his dark blue eyes filled to the brim with pure rage. A snarl crawls across his face.
Reck Maverick - Kilgreen... for once in your mundane life will you shut up, try to look somewhat intelligent and let me talk... Who in the hell are you to ask me anything? Come to my managers hotel room and bothering her... Who the hell are you? Alex Trebek? Jerry Springer...? OPRAH f**kING WINFREY! Well who the hell are you?
Greg begins to speak but immediately shuts up thanks to Reck threatening to bitch slap into next month.
Reck Maverick - You don't learn do you dog f**ker? You're role in this is too be a human microphone stand and hold the mike... Now I want to discuss the "Champion" Shawn Stevens...
Shawn, Shawn, Shawn... A few days ago I was driving down here wanting to do the right thing... I wanted to save your soul from the "Fowl Corruption" of that damn belt of yours..
Reck lets out a wild maniacal laugh.
Reck Maverick - What the f**k was I thinking man? Why should I save you? Or any other of your kind? With your flashy clothes, fine cars... various trinkets... makes me want to puke... You bought into your own hype you stupid twit... and you believe that by keeping that stupid belt by a time limit draw a couple weeks ago that you have got something over me... You ain't got shit... Not a damn thing.
Now you're looking at me... no doubt with that IDIOTIC toothy grin of yours think what the hell is my problem... Well not that it's any of your concern... This moron beside me... it's not his problem, the nitwits in the back office... not their problem either... but since I'm a "nice guy" and all, I'll tell you what is biting me.
You see one of my closest friends... And consider how everyone around this dump has been kissing my ass trying to leach off my shining star... For me to consider this certain someone a REAL friend really means a lot... But the fact is she was injured for simply being linked to me... You know, that REALLY pisses me off and need to lay the beat down on someone... and lucky me - I'm booked against you... So you are the current object of my rage... and it's 2 out of 3 falls... PLAY TIME!
But you HAVE to know that I'm not the same son of a bitch you fought before... and no... I didn't drink my milk, trained, said my prayers or "Take my Vitamins" or any of that crap Stevens, you see last time you wrestled a carefree, happy-go-lucky smart-mouthed Atomic Ninja... This time... no such luck because you see for one night only these Midwest Morons are going to be see the man that made the man who redefined the Midwest and if the tanning booth hasn't friend your pea-brain... Understand this, You are facing THE Anti-Social Soldier... The man that most of these second rate "Loner" hack-job looking jackasses are trying to impersonate.
An evil looking grin stretches across Reck's face.
Reck Maverick - Now you can this little revelation anyway you want Shawn... But when we get into the ring against each other... If I see one OUNCE of your usual cocky smug bullshit my boot will be wearing your face got it? You had better some some god damn respect when you come up against me because I don't have any problems having the EMTs carry your limp ass out of the building, usually yeah I have a moral conscious telling me right from wrong... but I gave him the week off so now anything and EVERYTHING goes!
A week ago you and my comical alter-ego showed the entire world that The World Champion and the Number one contender were bitches and that POW New Britain aren't fit to kiss our asses... and a week from now that same alter-ego will be in the middle of his ring wearing HIS Championship belt... no doubt there will be balloons and confetti and probably some music from the Mighty RAW... whatever let that happen but Legendia... that's MY time to shine and your time - Stevens - to crash, burn and simply die you pitiful fool... and maybe... MAYBE if I have to piss after the match I'll extinguish your mangled burning corpse. Then again maybe not...
I've talked enough, I don't need to tell you a damn thing... Just shut your damn mouth get into my ring and prepare to learn the true Maverick experience... Your big brother won't even have to pay me for humbling your prima-donna ass because I am the Anti-Social Soldier and it's not about the money... It's all about kicking your ass - and that... is the mother f**king facts.
Reck gives Greg the one finger salute and pushes his weak ass out of the way... Legendaria has just taken a turn toward the dark side... This will be fun.
The End
We find Gregory holding a microphone... but the man beside him is a far cry of the Reck Maverick POW knows and loves... This man is dressing in Camouflage pants that are cut off just below the knee... just high enough to expose his black kneepads. He also wears a black t-shirt with the sleeves removed, a single black elbow pad on his right arm in addition to leather gloves and vest... The outfit is finished off with a black bandanna and combat boots. Greg looks a little confused as he begins his interview.
Greg Kilgreen - Um... Excuse me Reck Maverick? What is with the weird clothes?
Reck slowly rolls his eyes up to Greg's face... his dark blue eyes filled to the brim with pure rage. A snarl crawls across his face.
Reck Maverick - Kilgreen... for once in your mundane life will you shut up, try to look somewhat intelligent and let me talk... Who in the hell are you to ask me anything? Come to my managers hotel room and bothering her... Who the hell are you? Alex Trebek? Jerry Springer...? OPRAH f**kING WINFREY! Well who the hell are you?
Greg begins to speak but immediately shuts up thanks to Reck threatening to bitch slap into next month.
Reck Maverick - You don't learn do you dog f**ker? You're role in this is too be a human microphone stand and hold the mike... Now I want to discuss the "Champion" Shawn Stevens...
Shawn, Shawn, Shawn... A few days ago I was driving down here wanting to do the right thing... I wanted to save your soul from the "Fowl Corruption" of that damn belt of yours..
Reck lets out a wild maniacal laugh.
Reck Maverick - What the f**k was I thinking man? Why should I save you? Or any other of your kind? With your flashy clothes, fine cars... various trinkets... makes me want to puke... You bought into your own hype you stupid twit... and you believe that by keeping that stupid belt by a time limit draw a couple weeks ago that you have got something over me... You ain't got shit... Not a damn thing.
Now you're looking at me... no doubt with that IDIOTIC toothy grin of yours think what the hell is my problem... Well not that it's any of your concern... This moron beside me... it's not his problem, the nitwits in the back office... not their problem either... but since I'm a "nice guy" and all, I'll tell you what is biting me.
You see one of my closest friends... And consider how everyone around this dump has been kissing my ass trying to leach off my shining star... For me to consider this certain someone a REAL friend really means a lot... But the fact is she was injured for simply being linked to me... You know, that REALLY pisses me off and need to lay the beat down on someone... and lucky me - I'm booked against you... So you are the current object of my rage... and it's 2 out of 3 falls... PLAY TIME!
But you HAVE to know that I'm not the same son of a bitch you fought before... and no... I didn't drink my milk, trained, said my prayers or "Take my Vitamins" or any of that crap Stevens, you see last time you wrestled a carefree, happy-go-lucky smart-mouthed Atomic Ninja... This time... no such luck because you see for one night only these Midwest Morons are going to be see the man that made the man who redefined the Midwest and if the tanning booth hasn't friend your pea-brain... Understand this, You are facing THE Anti-Social Soldier... The man that most of these second rate "Loner" hack-job looking jackasses are trying to impersonate.
An evil looking grin stretches across Reck's face.
Reck Maverick - Now you can this little revelation anyway you want Shawn... But when we get into the ring against each other... If I see one OUNCE of your usual cocky smug bullshit my boot will be wearing your face got it? You had better some some god damn respect when you come up against me because I don't have any problems having the EMTs carry your limp ass out of the building, usually yeah I have a moral conscious telling me right from wrong... but I gave him the week off so now anything and EVERYTHING goes!
A week ago you and my comical alter-ego showed the entire world that The World Champion and the Number one contender were bitches and that POW New Britain aren't fit to kiss our asses... and a week from now that same alter-ego will be in the middle of his ring wearing HIS Championship belt... no doubt there will be balloons and confetti and probably some music from the Mighty RAW... whatever let that happen but Legendia... that's MY time to shine and your time - Stevens - to crash, burn and simply die you pitiful fool... and maybe... MAYBE if I have to piss after the match I'll extinguish your mangled burning corpse. Then again maybe not...
I've talked enough, I don't need to tell you a damn thing... Just shut your damn mouth get into my ring and prepare to learn the true Maverick experience... Your big brother won't even have to pay me for humbling your prima-donna ass because I am the Anti-Social Soldier and it's not about the money... It's all about kicking your ass - and that... is the mother f**king facts.
Reck gives Greg the one finger salute and pushes his weak ass out of the way... Legendaria has just taken a turn toward the dark side... This will be fun.
The End
