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In Honor by Maharaja |
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is a quiet cool day in North Hollywood Hills. There are clouds approaching
and colourful tints of various colours throughout the sky from dashes of
blue to oranges and reds. The scene opens in the backyard of the Maharaja,
it has beautiful lawn of grass with three sides of white picket fences. On
the otherside is the Maharaja's house. It is grand and stands three
stories high with light moca colour and a roofed sundeck extending from
the side. The sundeck leads to a lower deck through a set of stairs. The
lower deck is ten feet by teen feet in a hexagonal shape. In the middle of
the lower deck sits the Maharaja in a white lawn chair. His attire is
simply a black short sleeved shirt and a pair of worn out jeans. His
expression is incomprehensible since his fingers touch his forehead and
the palms of his hands cover his eyes, nose, and mouth. Maharaja removes his hands from his face and rest them on the sides of his chair. "You know today I was planning on doing a funny promo for my match with Mr. Jones, however, I did not feel like doing the same when I simply heard his words," Maharaja says slowly as he looks up at the clouds."I didn't not realize of Doom's passing. It seemed quite unsuitable to mock you. Instead, I found it very ironic I found more meaning in your words than you think," says Maharaja as he pauses to rub his hands together. "I remember roughly six months ago after my reign as the lightweight champion I wanted to get into the title hunt. I thought losing the lightweight championship could be better than I thought. Ultimately I got another opportunity for a number one contendership match for the united states title against Doom. It was a standard match with the winner being Doom," Maharaja pauses as he slouches deeper into his chair. "I took the lose in stride knowing I would fight another day and another shot again. However, Doom gave up his title shot to me and allowed me to compete in this united states championship match. I lost in my shot but I really respected Doom for giving me the opportunity. In a business were most guys politic for title shots and steal belts, Doom seemed to have the humility of no other to give a rookie the chance at a title," says Maharaja. "That really made me think about this business and how those forgotten guys like Doom are willing to give up their chances to see somebody else succeed." The Maharaja starts to get up from the chair and walk inside the house but pauses. "Tommorrow on War I hope that Mr. Jones you bring your best because I will and I hope it will be one hell of a match for the ages." Maharaja edges closer to the door and opens it then again pauses,"One in honour of a great man in and out of this game. Forever he will be remembered in our hearts and minds." |