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Declaration of Intent; NFN #42 - RP 2
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Topic Started: Jan 31 2014, 01:25 AM (61 Views)
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Maksimilian
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Jan 31 2014, 01:25 AM
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Madison Square Garden New York City, New York
The house show crowd, moderately pleased by the match that just ended (starring two people whose names everyone has already forgotten) breaks out into cheers as the ~main roster special guest's~ music hits.
o/` Grab the bull by the horns o/` o/` The old adage goes o/` o/` No one tells you where to go from there o/`
Maksimilian comes striding down to the ring with a huge grin wearing black pants and a blue silk-shirt, mic in his off-hand as he pumps a fist to the crowd. He mounts the ring apron, steps over the top rope, and runs the ropes into his signature hero pose flex. Eventually, his music dies down and the crowd calms. Maks lifts the mic to his mouth, taking a moment to relish being back in the ring.
"Madison Square Garden!" Cheap pop. The cheapest. [color]"I have returned!"[/color] Another cheap pop. Maks walks to the edge of the ring, leaning against the ropes to point at a spot on the padding below. "Right there, yes? It was right there at Vindication that the fight goes bad, and I get myself hurt. I'll remember it. It is a special place to me now. It is there that I realize how big this world is, there that I find my passion, realize that I must climb to the top!"
Maks heads back to the center, looking confident and comfortable, turning to face a different section of crowd. "It is a different place now, so much can change in a few months. New owner. People I think were on my side a bit, now maybe they are not so much. I think, should I let this get me down? The Russian turns in a slow circle, holding the mic out to the crowd. They obligingly respond "No!"
"Ha ha ha! Yes, yes, of course not! Leave the politics and the jockeying to other people! I am a simple man. I come back to NEWera with the same goal I have when I come here in the first place." He thrusts his finger up. "The top! To be champion! Because I have burning drive, I have spirit! Because I want nothing more in this world - nothing - but to fight the strongest people, tackle the toughest challenges! Romeo Stylez, I think you are good man, but do not get complacent. One day, I will be coming for that, yes? It is just the way that it has to be!"
The crowd starts to rumble - they like Romeo more than they do Maksimilian. He lifts a pacifying hand. "Ha ha, now now, this is no challenge. I still have a way to go. For first, we have Crest... ehh... 'Cruise Control' Falcon, they say?"
The crowd goes dead. Maks looks confused for a moment, but presses on.
"I will not lie to you, I have not seen him in his prime, but I would like to believe there is still a bit of the, eh, the old fire there. Experience is good, yes? Yes! Experience can be just as dangerous as, say, having full control of your joints, or eating solid foods! What Crest Falcon may lack in integrity or natural skin tone such that humans normally have he makes up for in knowing every single trick in the book, because it is a book that he wrote."
Maks shrugs. "But I am not scared, and you will not see me coming down to his level, no no. I will prove that even a dumb Russian from a poor town like me can stand toe to toe with a legend, with his own fire and guts! Friday night, I cannot lose! And I promise that you will not see me rolling around outside as another man makes a pinfall again, that is for certain!"
Maksimilian's music hits again and he throws both fists in the air, the mic tumbling down to the mat to hit with a thump. He mounts the turnbuckle, heating up the crowd by pulling up one sleeve of his shirt, slapping his bicep at them before swinging over to drop onto the stairs, slapping hands as he makes his way back out of the arena.
The next match involves two more people nobody's ever heard of. It's OK.
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