Maven wondered around the Marriott restless and itching for something to cure excessive boredom. He approached the bar and stop by a mirror in the lobby. He didn't want to look to shabby. His shirt was a simple blue logo shirt he borrowed from Shane. He was actually surprised that the super hero had something other than his usually comic inspired clothing in his wardrobe. It was a little tight but not uncomfortable. His pants were another story.... He didn't understand why he let Ricco "Fantabulize" him. Yet he had to admit, the tight jeans flattered his gentle curves and accentuated his long legs but it was a tad....invasive for his liking. He pulled the wedgie as discreetly as he possibly could and continued into the bar. Maven took note of the interesting aura that enveloped the area. it was a mixture of drowning sorrow and Beer nuts.

"Not really what I was looking for" maven thought to himself , "but hell I'm desperate". "Maybe with my stupendously witty satire and all around great personality I can turn this dank hole in the wall in to a festival of levity and laughter." He had to laugh at that. Maven was extremely sarcastic and he knew it. And his kind of heavy sarcasm could only worsen the situation. Plus who would want to talk to Al's pet glorified jobber? "Oh yea I'm not even at that status yet." Not like Maven was complaining though pushes were few and far between for him. He was mainly just happy to have made it this far. Not many can say they get paid to travel and beat the shit out of their coworkers.

He sat at the bar and ordered a sprite. Yea a sprite. Just because you like sugary carbonated beverages doesn't mean you aint hard! Maven examined the bar patrons as he sipped his drink. The WWE roster kinda reminded him of a highschool social structure. For example, the bottom consisted of the jobbers, huddled in the corner, nervous not to attract attention or upset the higher ups. Next step up the ladder are the glorified jobbers and mid cards. Which is the majority in number but minority in Vince's eyes. They were either laid back and fun guys or tight ass over achievers begging for there chance at the spotlight. 2 examples. Laid back and fun : Jeff hardy over there dancing or going thru withdrawal, whatever you want to call it. Then there is Tight ass Brock Lesner. I swear he must go over his backstage politics in his sleep.

Last but never least the creme` de la creme` The real superstars. There's like only 5 of them but damn if they don't act like they are the whole world. Undertaker, HHH, HBK, Austin, Angle, and.... and... Maven train of thought was disrupt by dark handsome features and that damn sexy smile hiding behind trendy wire rimmed glasses. The Rock a.k.a. Dwayne Johnson. In Maven's mind the one of sexiest man on two legs . But like he said he was just a lil jobber waiting for his big push . Nothing to really pay attention too.

Maven turned to see if any of his friends came down to the bar yet. He tried desperately to ignore the feeling of 2 eyes burning holes into his back. A few minutes passed Maven became less tensed as the soothing jazz music and smokey atmosphere started to draw him in.

"Excuse me sir" Maven turned his head to what he thought was another autograph seeker. "The Gentlemen over there sent you a drink" The waitress pointed in Dwayne's direction who in turn smiled and nodded at the acknowledgment. Maven thanked the waitress and nodded and smile back at him. Maybe this was the fun he was looking for. . .