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The Finale to the Cliffhanger You've All Been Waiting For
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09-11-2015, 05:35 PM

The camera fades into existence, as we see Maverick shaking his head upon watching something on his laptop. As the camera turns around to see what exactly is on the laptop, we see that it was Loverboy's most recent promo. Time has passed since we last heard from Maverick. Vinnie Lane has dropped multiple promos on his team, Poppa Feder has appeared on a semi- popular TV show, Guppy Parsh has gone to the psychiatrist, Peter Gilmour has gone to an AC/DC concert, and Code Red shot pumpkins that had the pictures of Team Perfection on it. To make matters worse, one of Team Perfection's members, Patrick Gordon XIII has gotten arrested, and Mav needed to replace him with TJ Wallace. All in all, it was a week filled with headaches for Perfection Incarnate.

I'm not even sure if I should grace this motherfucker with a response, that was one of the worst promos I ever saw in my life, Maverick thinks to himself as he pauses the video.

Not even waiting from a response from the avatar of the memories of his deceased father, Maverick snapped his fingers and called out, "Gerald!"

Immediately hopping onto the scene in only a few minutes, Maverick's trusted man- servant appeared and bowed low at the presence of his master. "You called, Master Solomon?"

"Yes, Gerald, I most certainly did. Ready the tapes, I'm about to respond to Vinnie Lane's clusterfuck of a promo."

"But sir, aren't you forgetting something?"

Maverick had a quizzical look on his face as his mind tried to figure exactly what was missing. "Errrr. . . what?" he asked, finally giving up.

"Your match against Young Master Arthur at that gym, where he challenged you right when you were about to, quote, 'feel the burn,' after doing nearly one thousand pull- ups?"

Maverick immediately facepalmed upon hearing Gerald remind him that the finale to the cliffhanger he left his fans on needed to be resolved. "Very well, Gerald, show them the outcome of that match. But, ready the tapes for when I come on next time, since I will respond to Vinnie Lane."

"At once, Master Solomon." Once more, Gerald bowed low before slowly walking off- screen, while Maverick then un- paused the rest of Vinnie Lane's promo as the camera fades to blackness, only replaced when the camera fades in on the gym where Maverick is about to face Luke Arthur.













While the young lad apparently known as Luke Arthur stepped in between the ropes, Maverick cracked his neck and stretched out his knuckles, waiting for a referee to hop inside.

"So, title shitter. You ready to get your ass WHOOPED?" Luke let out a hearty laugh, obviously enjoying having Mav as his plaything. Mav's only response was a sneer, along with flipping off the young upstart. Due to that, Luke raised his eyebrows, his smirk only growing wider by the minute. "Gotcha angry, didn't I?" he asked.

Don't listen to that upstart. Remember, you're the Avatar of Perfection, no? What's this little pipsqueak going to do to you? Mind- Robert finally let himself be heard after what felt like hours, but what was really seconds as he talked right before Luke stepped into the ring.

Maverick shook his head while a referee managed to slide in under the ropes, and got this match underway.

Both competitors circled the ring, waiting for the other to make a move. Finally, Luke came barreling towards Mav, clothesline at the ready. However, the veteran Maverick knew that Luke would likely be to wound- up, ready to make mistakes, and here was his first one.

Maverick went down low and managed to drop Luke with a drop toe hold, but before Mav could capitalize on that, Luke immediately rolled out of the ring and bounced up to his feet.

Mav shook his head at the young upstart's exuberance, before opting to lock- up at the center of the ring with Luke, who obliged. Winning the tie- up, Luke immediately targeted one of Maverick's arms by grabbing his arm and twisting it around, before nailing a HUGE knife- edge chop. The crowd winces and 'ooh's' upon hearing the massive chop.

Ouch. Okay, that had to have hurt.

You're telling me?!

Luke launches another cocky smirk and taunts out to the fans, but this leaves him to get kicked in the gut by Maverick! Luke immediately releases his grip on Maverick's poor arm, allowing Maverick to Irish Whip Luke off the ropes. As Luke rebounds off the ropes, Maverick catapults him into the air! It seems like he's wanting to go for an early finish with a Perfect Wrath!

But no! Somehow, someway, Luke managed to shove away Maverick's foot just in time, but that still leaves Luke to get flattened by the catapulting part of Perfect Wrath.

This upstart's got more in the tank than I thought.

Kid's got promise, I can see that much. If only I could fix that little attitude problem of his. . .

Wanting to make him your apprentice?

. . .

Launching his own cocky smile to the fans, Maverick got to work, slowly but steadily wearing down Luke's body parts, opting to go for his legs first. Maverick sauntered over to Luke's legs, before grabbing Luke by one of his ankles. From there, Maverick raised the ankle about two feet off the ground, before placing his boot right along Luke's calf. Then, immediately following, Maverick released his grip on Luke's ankle, but this allowed him to slam his boot HARD onto Luke's leg, sending it crashing to the canvas. Luke clutches at his leg, clawing to get up, while Maverick does his own little taunt to the fans.

Luke manages to get back to his feet, and he seems pissed about being made to look like a fool! He's currently laying fist after fist after fist upon the Avatar of Perfection, forcing him to be backed into a corner!

Come on, these are just flea bites! If you can't get the job done, I can always take over. . .

No! No, I- I'm fine.

If you say so.

Luke finally backs up a bit, feeling the burst of adrenaline hit his veins, currently feeling the rush, as he's getting the crowd pumped up! Luke rushes towards Maverick with a Stinger Splash, but he dodges it! Luke's head bounces off the turnbuckle as Maverick rushes off the ropes!

THAT'S more like it.

But Luke manages to recover in time to hit Mav with a running powerslam! Quick cover by Luke!

Okay, maybe not.

1. . .





2. . .


Kickout.

Luke slaps the ground in frustration, hoping that this was going to be an easy match. Luke slowly drags Mav back up by the head. . . but Maverick thumbs him in the eye! Luke claws at the hurt eye, allowing Maverick to make his move! He goes down on his knees, and LOW BLOWS THAT MOTHERFUCKER!

Was that truly necessary?

No.

Then why did you do that?

Like I said- attitude problem.

Luke clutches at his Baby Arthurs, the crowd beginning to boo Maverick. He flips them off before returning to Luke, who's in a bad way right now. Maverick with the cover. . .

1. . .





2. . .


Kickout by Luke.

Maverick pops back up to his feet, and he grabs Luke's neck before putting him into an Overloading Perfection (Dragon Sleeper)! The submission hold is expertly applied as Luke is struggling around in the hold! Then, all of a sudden he finds a manic burst of energy and kicks Maverick in the head! Maverick's head staggers back, and the hold loosens a bit, but the hold is staying firmly applied. Another kick from Luke! The hold slips off, as Maverick has a dazed, surprised look in his eye as he wonders how Luke managed to escape from the hold.

You alright?

Yeah, I think so. Just. . . surprised.

Luke begins battling back into this match, right hands from him! Maverick groggily leans on the ropes, allowing Luke to rush towards him with a clothesline ready- NO! Maverick counters with a back body drop, sending Luke crashing down onto the floor!

Ouch.

The referee starts to count. . .

1. . .



2. . .



3. . . Luke is still down as Maverick begins to taunt.



4. . .



5. . . Luke is finally beginning to get back up, as he crawls towards the ring steps. Maverick's watching Luke, daring him to make a move.



6. . . Luke is now on the apron, and begins climbing the top turnbuckle, with Maverick slowly sauntering to his position, ready to knock Luke over. Maverick throws a punch- NO! It's deflected by Luke, and he throws a punch right back towards Maverick, causing him to back up a bit. And a Double Axe Handle by Luke towards Mav!

NO! Maverick caught Luke right on the chin! Perfect Wrath!

Luke falls to the floor in a heap, allowing Maverick to flop on top of him for the cover.

1. . .















2. . .














3!

Not bad, kiddo. Not bad at all.

Maverick climbs off of Luke and pumps his arms, celebrating the win over Luke Arthur, as the camera fades to black.





"Master Solomon, sir, the press is right outside." the voice of Gerald pierced the cold silence of the bedroom of Maverick, where we can see his legs sticking out from his closet.

"WHAT?!" Maverick shouted, popping his head out of his closet.

"Yes, sir, you heard me. I already set up the conference table and informed all the reporters outside that you'll be out."

"Why the hell are they even here?"

Gerald refused to meet Mav's eyes, looking at the ground before saying, "Well, sir, I'd bet that they're here to promote your upcoming main event match versus Team Lane."

Hm, I'm willing to bet that they're here to just spread publicity of Gordon's arrest. Carry yourself with dignity, Josh.

Will do. But first. . .

"Gerald."

The butler of Maverick raised his head again, meeting Mav's eyes, seemingly returned to his normal state. "Yes, sir?" he asked.

"I was going to do something, but if the press is storming this place, I'd think it be better for me to pass this task to you--"

"FIND MY TEAMMATES. Find an address, places I can find them, whatever. Stalk them, send invitations, do whatever you need to do- I need to talk to them. Also, buy five plane tickets to here. It's time we have a strategy meeting."


Gerald blinked once, twice, before responding, "Will do, Master Solomon. Consider it done." With that, Gerald bowed low out of the room, allowing Mav to exit his bedroom, revealing the suit on his body. We see him walking with a determined stare throughout the mansion, before coming right to the front door. He gulps, but swallows whatever fear might be building up inside him, and he opens the door.

And gets greeted with a camera shot to the face by the horde of reporters, bloggers, and other media specialists.

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