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We fade into the setting of this promo-- THE Fairmont Grand Del Mar Hotel in San Diego, California. Should one remembered the latest Maverick promo on the official XWF website, it was revealed that one of Maverick's servants, only known as Gerald, procured a plane ticket to San Diego, allowing Maverick to have some time to have some rest and relaxation.

As of this current moment, we see Mav slowly sipping a glass of wine as he looks out at the view. He didn't care much for it to be quite honest- a Relaxation Pool was what it was. Basically, whenever Mav wanted to relax and look out at a scenic view, he instead had to watch an old geezer or two bend down and enter the pool.

He slowly shook his head, and headed inside.

You don't seem like you're having fun, came the familiar inner voice from his mind- father.

Yeah, I'm not having fun. I came here to relax, and in exchange, I got a terrible view, and forced to starve myself due to these outrageous room service prices, Mav responded.

Wait. You WHAT?!

You didn't know?

Hell no! I was assessing Wallace's in- ring strategy, trying to see what your chances are for Madness. But, wait... if you're not having any food or drink... how do you have that bottle of wine there?

Oh, this is a bottle I packed out of my private reserves. I took it with me, and this is the only thing I've been drinking these past few days.

You're shitting me.

I wish I was.

. . .

. . .

So then. . .

I've been very, VERY drunk while I've been here.

Joshua, that's insane. I know you usually aren't the crazy type when you get drunk, but this, this is too far. You need to eat, plain and simple.

Ha, no. There's no way I'm going to subjugate myself to these ridiculous room service prices. I should have gone somewhere else for lounging.

Wait a second. . .

What?

Joshua, are you. . . strapped for funds?

N- No. . .

. . .

Uh, maybe. . .

. . .

Okay, fine. Yes, I am strapped for funds. Happy now?

But I don't understand. You just won the Hart title. Surely this equals a boost to your paycheck?

Oh, sure, if Dong hadn't shat on the title and framed me for it. As 'punishment,' they're reducing my champion's pay, and giving me the standard paycheck! And, well, you've seen the mansion. . .

So, what you're basically saying is that right now you need that champion's paycheck to let you breathe financially.

Sounds right.

Ugh, Josh. I love you, as a father. You know that. But despite that, I can't help but notice that you. . . bumble about, sometimes.

Hey!

It's true! And this little fiasco proves it! You have to promise me right now: no more fancy hotels. No more vacationing. Right now, you need to keep your mind on the XWF, especially when you have an all- important title defense coming soon.

. . .

Josh?

. . .

Joshua?

. . .

Oh fuck, you're unconscious from the lack of food.

. . .

You know, I've always wanted to see if I could hijack your body. Relive the glory days once more, and have a body. Now seems like the perfect time to do it.

. . .

Just to confirm here, while the camera has been shining on Mav all this time, we can now clearly see that Mav's eyelids are indeed closed.

Now then, let's see here. . . Considering my son is not in the correct state of mind, removing him from control in neural functions should be no problem, allowing me to slip in. . .

Got it!

Immediately, Mav's eyelids burst open, but instead of the normal color, we now see a slight twinge of gray instead for the irises.

"Yes! Finally! It feels so good to be in a body again!" Rob- Mav then proceeds to do a little dance, as a cause for celebration, being brought back to life and all.

Wait... wha? It would seem as though Maverick is beginning to respond and awaken due to the mental shift. What's going on? ...Why am I stuck in my mind? Dad, what the hell did you do?

"Oh, relax son," Mind- Robert- or, rather, just Robert in this case- began to move his arms and get accustomed to the new body. "Think of this as a sort of... mm, fatherly punishment. You were acting like an idiot, and as such, you are getting punished."

Hey! Show me some respect, I built that body up! And also, I'd kindly appreciate if you DIDN'T talk, since, y'know, this thing could be outed?!

Ah, what's the rush? Robert replied, back in thought- speak. Who cares if they find out you have a secret alternating presence in your mind? Call yourself insane, and say that you're gonna lunge right at their throats!

...Dad, that's a horrible idea. I'm not Justin Sane. You, are not Justin Sane. The whole 'I'm insane and I'm gonna kill you' gimmick has been done to death. You, of all people, should know this.

Hm, yes, I suppose you're right. But, onto one of the reasons I took over your body temporarily. For food!

No, please! I don't want any of their food!

Rob- Mav marches inside, the camera in hot pursuit. Finally, situated right in between the bed and the lamp, and right on top of the nightstand, lied a telephone, used to call the hotel and people out in the world beyond. Right below it, however, was Robert's object to snatch- a room service menu/

As Robert looked through the menu, he quickly dialed the hotel room service number.

Dad, please, no!

Robert was impervious to his son's feeble attempts in getting him to stop ordering food as the phone buzzed in.

"Ah, yes, room service? So happy I called. I wish to place an order, for Room 121."

Oh God, no. . .

"Yes, I would like the Filet Mignon, along with a side of Garlic Mashed Potatoes. Yes, I would like the Filet cooked medium- rare."

Chatter from the phone halted Robert's conversation.

"Ah, thirty minutes? That's not THAT bad, at least not compared to some of the other restaurants I had the. . . displeasure. . . of going to. Yes, I can wait. Very well, good- bye."

And with that, Robert hung up the phone.

You cruel, heartless monster.

I try my best, son.

"Now, then," Robert said clapping his hands. He slowly began to pace the room while keeping his eyes locked on the following camera. "While I wait for the hotel to return with room service, I suppose it's time I get down to business."

"TJ motherfucking Wallace."

Oh, please don't fucking tell me you're cutting a goddamned promo on MY opponent.

"You've been. . . silent, ever since I released my last known statements, before I made the journey here, to San Diego. Why is that?"

Shit, you are cutting a goddamned promo on my opponent.

"What, are you scared or something? Scared you might be humiliated by my no doubt perfect performance for Madness? Is that it? Are you just pussying out, once you saw that I was actually going to try for this match and keep my title for once?"

Hey, that's a low fucking blow! Is there a ref somewhere? I'd like to ask for a disqualification! A penalty! Something!

"See, TJ, not responding to me is confirming my suspicions about you. You know I'm right, so you just hide in your little makeshift closet, and hold yourself from the line of fire. You DO have a scat fetish, don't you? You DO realize you're in the market for some new, witty insults! You see, even I myself am better at insulting me than you are!"

Well, at least you're getting some stuff from my last promo correct.

"You see, TJ Fucktard, you cannot do anything right. You should have done the world a favor, mostly your mom since she tried to abort you, and you should have just offed yourself as soon as you saw that you were facing me. Maverick. Perfection Incarnate. Current Hart Champion, and baby, I plan to hold onto this forever."

"See, here's how the match is gonna go. Bell rings, we pace around the ring, warm up, yadda- yadda, but then you start to rush in and go for that Silencer move or whatever the hell it's called. I hop off your shoulders, Lights Out Spinebuster. From there, I take your legs, Pure Perfection. But the thing is, this is where we separate the normal squash match from an execution. I won't stop after you tap out. I'm going to keep yanking on your damned legs until they rip the hell off. Then, I'm gonna take them and bash your fucking face in with them, and I will relish the moment, while you turn over, breathing your last breath."

"Now, I've got nothing more to say to you. Fuck off."

As soon as that's done, Robert walks over to the bed and plops himself down before turning on the XWF Network.

You know, even while that may have been a tad bit short. . . That was still decent. But I'm still mad!

While the current Faggerous Alliance and Job Show encounters are going on backstage, Robert snickers. The audience believes it's due to the hilarity of the jobbers talking down to one another, with the lone exceptions of Frodo and Dean since they've done shit, but really, Robert is laughing due to the foolishness of his son.

You know, Joshua, this room is actually stationed quite close to the kitchens.

As if right on cue, Robert takes a big, dramatic sniff of the air as the heavenly scent of the Filet Mignon enters the room.

Ooooooh God. . . That is quite the heavenly smell. Very well, I guess I have no choice but to eat. But I still want my body back.

A snicker left Robert's mouth as the Faggerous Alliance and Job Show segments shift over to Trax's latest promo.

Well, I can see you are indeed learning your lesson. . . Very well. I shall surrender control of this body. . . When I go to sleep.

Ugh. Fine. Have fun until you go to sleep.

Yes!

The camera fades to blackness.