When we last saw Maverick, he was the captain of the losing team of the main event of War Games. His own plan to leave his team high and dry failed, he was tasered in the balls by his enemy, Pest, and dragged through the portal by his own teammate, Lux Lyden, and was forced to compete against the team of the Universal Champion.
The match was a disgrace. While Maverick himself was doing alright, his own team fell like dominoes, sans Lyden, and that essentially left Maverick and Lyden to fend for themselves. Lyden for the most part was left unscathed, but Maverick was crushed, ground up, and crushed again. He took the mother of all superman punches from Mister Mystery, was battered like a rag doll, thrown into the flaming cage by his own partner, and was turned on. Lux Lyden was revealed to be Azreal Erebus, and he betrayed the XWF, and jumped ship to the CCWF.
This left the XWF in a hiatus, where everything would slow down. The XWF Network would be suspended. No shows would air. No statements would come out regarding things. It was a silence Maverick was all too happy to take part in. But now, now the XWF was beginning to start up again. So, while Maverick my be broken temporarily, now, now...
It's time for Maverick to break his silence.
"Sir?" the voice of Maverick's butler, Gerald, called out. It was the middle of the night, and nary a sound nor a light was neither heard nor seen, sans the figure of Maverick, sitting in a chair in a room situated in his lavish mansion. He's only wearing a bathrobe and slippers. Due to the wetness that can be seen from his body, it's evident he just got out of the shower. A small tealight can be seen illuminating a part of his face and body.Â
"Sir?" the faithful butler repeated, in the case that Maverick couldn't hear him.
"Speak."Â It was evident that the Hart Champion was in a grumpier mood then usual, most likely due to the embarrassing performance that was put on during War Games.
"Your tea, sir."Â Gerald placed the cup of the scorching hot liquid next to the tealight, the steam rising right in front of Maverick's face. Maverick stayed silent, the only indication that he knew his tea was ready was with a quick nod to Gerald before resuming his normal posture in his chair, lost in thought.
Maverick desperately needed to talk with the entity that resided in his mind which took the role of his "mind- father," which Maverick dubbed due to the fact that it took his deceased father's shape, voice, even his wrestling style and the advice he gave. It was fatherly advice he needed, but unfortunately for him, Maverick's mind- father was silent right now, which left Maverick alone, with Gerald.
"Sir,"Â Gerald said curtly, not wasting any time to get to the question on his mind.
"Yes?"Â Maverick responded, eyebrow arched, his head turned ever so slightly.
"As I'm sure you may know, the XWF is starting to come back..."
"Yes, yes, I'm well aware, Gerald." Maverick rose from his seat, and grabbed the still- hot tea before blowing on it, the steam being thrown all over the room from the gust of air.
"Well, it's time to return, wouldn't you say, sir?"
To this, Maverick just gave a deep breath, before taking just the slightest of sips of his tea. "Come with me, Gerald," he sighed, marching to his room. Warily, Gerald followed.
We see the inside of Maverick's room, but in the dark, so therefore, nothing can be made out too clearly. We see Maverick enter another room that leads out of his bedroom, shutting the door in Gerald's face before he could go in. Maverick's voice can be heard from the room as drawers could be heard opening and closing.
"I've asked myself day after day why I continue on with the XWF, Gerald. They practically make me the butt of every joke, accuse me of shitting on titles when it's evident I don't take part in such... disgusting acts, and despite the fact that I am one of their champions, they still refuse to give me the respect I deserve."
"Perhaps that's why I'm still going through with this war on the CCWF- respect. Perhaps if I'm the one who takes down Lane and 
, then I'll finally get the respect I deserve, respect I've bled for, for over 25 years. That's why I'm going to fight. That's why I'm still standing with Trax, and I'm going to be a leader the locker room can look up to. Should Trax fail, I am going to get my match with Lane, and I am going to get that Universal title, and then I am going to stick my foot up his ass, and up Shane 's ass."
"It's time I stop playing around."
The door opens now, and as the lights are on inside, it's revealed that room is Maverick's closet. Before he shuts the door, you can see that he has a bag loaded up with his in- ring gear, and he's wearing jeans and an official XWF tee. He steps forward, brushing past Gerald, who looks bewildered.
"But, sir. Why are you telling me this?"
"Maybe, maybe I just need someone to confide in..."
Maverick stops right at a large table, and flicks on a light, while reveals the gleaming Hart Championship, sitting in a glass case.
"Before I go off to war."
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