[Johnny Maverick]

Nothing Personal.

We open on a black screen.

Did somebody try and put wings on that turd?

The black gives way to show Johnny Maverick, stitches in his forehead and a bandaged nose.

Because this shit will not fly!

Johnny is seething with anger.

Project X. All I know about you is one promo. A false news report where you mocked Riona Langlys vagina. Since then your activities have included FUCK and ALL until you randomly decided to destroy the face of the most handsome man in the PWA. The damage? Few stitches, knocked out tooth that required some dental attention, and a broken nose. I have yet to decide in what kind of match it will be, but rest assured that I am going to fucking destroy you, and I’ll do it with a smile on my face

Johnny smiles his million dollar smile, we can see he’s had a tooth replaced.

But hey, I have plenty of time to talk about pounding that fuckers face in so hard he’ll have to have that mask grafted to his face. Now we’re talking about another masked man. The Phoenix, Rob Robinson.

Johnny cracks his neck.

Now as far as I’m concerned, The Phoenix should already be a notch in my belt. I nailed him with the ABM and had him covered when the Pantheon decided to attack us. My only question is, why did the lights going out stop the ref from counting? Are the lights connected to his brain? Did he forget the rules of wrestling?

Johnny shakes his head.

The point is, this is just another chance to prove myself. Could you imagine if The God of Failure managed to beat the tag champions one week and a two-time global champion the next? How’s that for a failure?

Johnny clutches at his Grizzly Beer Title.

I’m gonna make this a little bit interesting. You see, me and a few friends have started a pirate radio station. If you win, I will bring you a Yoo-hoo at every PWA show. If ‘I’ win, you will make an appearance on Pirate Wradio Awesome as a guest at a time to be determined by me…..and what the hell, I’ll give you a Yoo-Hoo there, too.

Johnny smirks a bit before his tone changes.

But don’t let my lighthearted little wager fool you. I am going to bring every bit of filth and fury in my heart into that ring with me, and you are NOT going to like it. I am not done proving to my fans or to myself that I am the right man to be holding this belt. I don’t have a problem with you personally. You’re a bit on the egomaniacal side but it’s all in good fun. None of that is going to prevent me from beating the approval I’m searching for out of you. So yeah, it’s nothing personal.

We both tend to look at the lighter side of things. Play some video games, tease our opponents a little, try and draw out a little bit of a reaction and exploit it. We’re a lot alike, you and I. That’s a shame considering that I am going to lock you in an armbar until you scream like a woman and tap out. But hey, that’s nothing personal.

You sided with us against the Pantheon after you were cast out by a group of men who thought that you had failed them. I was cast aside by my peers and the fans and labeled a failure. We both overcame crazy odds and turned them into something positive.

We Will Never Give Up.

We Will Never Surrender.

We Will Never Relent.

And that is why if you want yet another name in your long list of victories, you will have to pour every bit of your intensity and wrestling ability in this match.

That is why if I want to prove myself, I will have to do the same. I will have to unyielding, I will need to be fierce. I will need to hurt you. Bad.

But hey.

Nothing Personal

Johnnys intense stare gives way to yet another cocky smirk.

This week I’m gonna give Project X just a glimpse of the pain I am going to bring at Genesis. If he wants my belt, he’s more than welcome to come and get it like a MAN. I can promise him more anger and intensity than he can handle in return.

Because I am the Filth.

I am the Fury.

I… Am Johnny Maverick.

Johnny slings the Grizzly Beer title on his shoulder before giving the old-fashioned one finger salute.

And I’ll see you in the ring.

-black-

[rob]

[The Phoenix is in some random hotel in some random city. It doesn't really matter where, all the rooms really do look the same. Unusually, the Phoenix is grinning from ear to ear.]

Phoenix: I just want to make sure I understand this deal. If I win this match, I get a free bottle of Yoohoo. But if I lose, then I have to go on a radio show doing the thing I love best: listening to my own voice? Shit, I'm tempted to submit during the pre-match handshake. Sadly, that's not an option for me at Rampage. I really, really wish it was because I kind of think it would be funny. But as much as I love to amuse myself, I've kind of set a standard of excellence and it would be a shame to tarnish that for a laugh.

[The Phoenix pauses and sighs in relief.]

Phoenix: Wow, I wasn't sure I'd be able to say all that with a straight face. I know I've got a bit of a reputation as a big match guy, meaning that I don't give a good goddamn about a match unless I'm headlining a show or a title is on the line. Because of that, I've tended to overlook the...oh, how to be polite about this...the gentlemen that perform earlier in the show than me. Johnny mentioned that our paths hadn't crossed until now and he said it like it didn't understand why. Really, Johnny? Maybe that Grizzly Beer title has gone to your head but just because you've got the consolation title around your waist doesn't mean you're on my level just yet. Like you said, I'm a two time Global champion and even though you didn't mention it, I will, I'm also a five time World champion. So kind of a big deal.

Phoenix: This will undoubtedly be the biggest match of your career, Maverick. For the first time ever you actually get to face on of the PWA's true legends. This could be your shot to rise above the Grizzly Beer rankings and show the world what you're capable of. That would certainly be the smart thing to do, it is what I would do if I was in your shoes. Ah, but what do I know? I mean, I'm just the biggest name in the history of the PWA.

Phoenix: You know, maybe we are a lot alike, Johnny. We both obviously think highly of ourselves. We're both among the most respected men on the roster. We both have radio shows. Ok, so maybe we're not that alike at all. Not that I really care. I'm sure you're a swell guy and all, but I'm not really in the market for new friends. All I'm interested in is putting on the match of the night at Genesis and then working on World title number six. So you can see, I don't really have a lot of time to just hang out in the near future. So at Rampage, we'll show up, do our thing, someone will win, someone will lose, and life goes on.

Phoenix: You probably think I'm not taking you seriously and you're at least half right about that. But don't take it personally, just try and remember what I said about being a big match guy. Even if your Grizzly Beer title was on the line, this match still wouldn't meet my qualifications. But that's cool, and once you've been around as long as me you'll understand that every match can't be the biggest night of your career. At some point matches like this just become part of the job. Of course, there's no rule against having fun at work. And if we really are as much alike as you'd like me to believe, then I'm going to have plenty of fun knocking you down a peg or two.

[Fade to black.]

[Johnny Maverick]

HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT

The Phoenix's promo ends on the small crappy television in the run-down gym. Confusion sets in on the face of the Grizzly Beer Champion as he steadies a heavy bag after a flurry of punches..

So....apparently I mentioned in the promo that our paths had never crossed... Which is odd since I believe what I said is that we had a match against each other, I almost beat you, then the Pantheon attacked. Hang on a sec. Gary! Cue up that video!

	Wednesday Night Chaos- 11-11-09 wrote: Phoenix slams the mat in frustration and gets to his feet. He has a word with the ref, but the ref doesn't budge. Phoenix turns his attention to Mav, who kicks Phoenix right in the gut. Johnny rises to his feet and nails Phoenix with the ABM!!![

Hmm... That definitely looks like our paths crossing at the corner of 59th and 'Drop You On Your Fucking Head'. I suppose you can't be blamed TOO much. The ABM has been known to kill more than a few brain cells in anyone unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of it. Maybe that's what happend. Or maybe...maybe you're another in the long line of people who has forgotten about Johnny Maverick.

Johnny throws a wild and powerful punch into the punching bag. It's pretty terrifying.

That pisses me right the fuck off.

Johnny turns to his right and stares at the camera intensely.

You know what pisses me off more? Knowing that I'm fighting someone who isn't giving me their 100%. If I feel for one second that you aren't giving me then your all, it takes every bit of my willpower to not just grab my belt and leave. I want to fight The Phoenix. I want to fight the Five-time World Title Holder, not the man who 'Won a belt in a tournament in Rio'. Fundamentals of Chess. 1883. The only way to get smarter is by playing a smarter opponent. I want to fight The Phoenix that I know can beat me. Because even if I lose, I know I'm going to leave that match a better and smarter man.

Johnny smirks.

But hey, our bet is still on with a few clarifications. If you win, you get a Yoo-Hoo at EVERY PWA show, to be hand delivered to you peronally by me in a chilled container. At that time I will acknowledge you as 'Your Majesty'. If I win you have to be my GUEST on Pirate Wradio Awesome, making it clear that I am the one in control. For one night only, 'Our Host Rob Robinson' shall be 'Robby The Intern'. You will laugh at my lame jokes. You will bring me a cold Chaos Theory Oatmeal Stout at a moments notice. You will clean up mine and Figgys bottles, cans, and food wrappers after the show. You'll know who your daddy is, that's for sure.

Johnny chuckles. It seems a bit of his ego is returning to him, but on a mostly joking level. he shoots a few quick jabs at his heavy bag.

Rob, you say that I need to lighten up. That there will come a time when a non-pay per view match is just another match for me. I don't think I'm capable of that. You see, I have too many students watching me to just half-ass this. All the dropouts, jobbers, losers, and Hoodie Ninjas. Anyone who has ever been labelled a failure is going to be watching me and you in that ring and Chaos as my witness they are going to see anothert man who society labelled a failure taking on a five-time world champion, giving it his all, and doing pretty fucking good.

Johnny smirks.

Hell, he might even win if he never gives up.

Never Surrenders.

And Never Relents.

Hey who knows. Maybe that failure will go to Genesis X, put on one of the most beautiful displays of violence ever witnessed by man and leave that building covered in sweat, blood, and most importantly gold and leather.

That man would need a sick mind and an unmatched intensity.

That man would NEED to personify Filth and Fury.

Does such a man exist?

Johnny shrugs.

We're gonna find out on Rampage......see ya in the ring, Robby

Johnny turns his attention back to his workout as we fade to black.