Repeating History II (CruiserHavoc)
Dec 18, 2021 0:23:16 GMT -5
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Post by Max f'n Daemon on Dec 18, 2021 0:23:16 GMT -5
Max Daemon sits in his office. The television in front of him showcases his victories over some Cruiserweights.
We see Max enter last year’s CruiserHavoc.
“I’m sure that AW defines Cruiserweights solely off their weight, but don’t let the CruiserClash roster tell ya’ that.
Nah, for them, Cruiserweights are about the ability. It’s about the heart. It’s about havin the ingenuity and drive ta' do things that put your body ta' the test ta'o impress the crowd or get what ya’ want and blah blah blah, man who gives a shit?
Cruiserweights put a lotta pride in the things they do in that ring.
Which is why I’m not a fuckin Cruiserweight.
Oh, I meet the weight requirement, but with how many times I’ve fought with 'official' Cruiserweights…?
Shit, look at how much stock they all put inta’ this idea of bein ‘better’ because, what, they fly more? They’re smaller? They’re seemingly more athletic?
Motherfuckers, I lasted until the top seven last year, over 20% of this whole goddamn roster!
And lookin at that top six, where the fuck are they?
Reo? Gone. Fortuna? Gone. Spayde? Kaz? Gone. Mud? Thank fuck he’s gone.
Mae? Less said the better.
So if that was really the top seven that CruiserClash had, than this is more than just a fuckin cakewalk…”
Max grabs a remote, pressing some buttons on it. The screen turns to Max’s victory at Tokyo Fite.
“…it’s a goddamn rerun! I beat five of CruiserClash’s best singlehandedly, doin more for my team than any other person in that match did for there’s. What’s another few dozen to throw into the pot over the top?
But it’s fine, the Cruiserweights are better, the 'A Show' because if they believe in something hard enough than maybe it’ll eventually become true.
It says a-fucking-lot when the only guy on their roster who understands how relevant Clash is ta' AW versus their own brand…is the motherfucker who thinks he’s gonna rule the world.
Yeah, try that one on for size. The only sane person on this roster is the one who willingly teams with the fuckin psychopath.
I said somethin similar last year, but holy fuck if it hasn’t gotten more true.
I don’t let my weight define me. I’m constantly trainin as a guy under 200 lbs., beatin the bag, doin the cardio, all while cold sweatin buckets…every…fuckin…time that make me lose more weight that I then have ta’ put back on ta’ stay healthy.
Despite all that?
I was chosen for Hellscape cause of my history in the Pure Division…on Clash.
I earned my shot for the US Title, that first ever Pure Cup, and oh yeah, on the team representin Clash…at Tokyo Fite…to win the Tokyo Cup…on Clash.
I’ve signed a contract ta' fight an MMA fighter in the octagon on pay-per-view, the most exposure this company has had in a while.
I’ve got a clown stalkin me gettin my name wrong in every spoopy package.
Fuck! This last half year has been more consistently dominant than either your Cruiserweight or Cruiserweight Tag Team divisions!
And I did all of that shit…on Clash.
All while still technically bein a Cruiserweight.”
Max pushes the TV remote again, this time turning it over to his match against Teo.
“The only motherfucker ta' have my number on this brand is Teo Blaze. And hey, respect given, respect due.
But this isn’t just a normal match.
I can toss Teo over the top, just like that, and I could win the Cruiserweight Tag Title.
I could enter number one and go the fuckin distance, provin I got more heart than any motherfucker on this brand who think to call themselves a Cruiserweight.
Or better yet…I could be the last motherfucker standin in that ring at the end of the night, holdin that Cruiserweight Title up high.
And god…wouldn’t it just be fuckin beautiful if I put it in the middle of the ring…while the dust was settlin…I undid my zipper…and just took a piss all over it.
Because I’m not winnin this thing for glory or gold, fuck no.
I’m winnin that Cruiserweight Title ta' show how little you all matter.”
We see Max enter last year’s CruiserHavoc.
“I’m sure that AW defines Cruiserweights solely off their weight, but don’t let the CruiserClash roster tell ya’ that.
Nah, for them, Cruiserweights are about the ability. It’s about the heart. It’s about havin the ingenuity and drive ta' do things that put your body ta' the test ta'o impress the crowd or get what ya’ want and blah blah blah, man who gives a shit?
Cruiserweights put a lotta pride in the things they do in that ring.
Which is why I’m not a fuckin Cruiserweight.
Oh, I meet the weight requirement, but with how many times I’ve fought with 'official' Cruiserweights…?
Shit, look at how much stock they all put inta’ this idea of bein ‘better’ because, what, they fly more? They’re smaller? They’re seemingly more athletic?
Motherfuckers, I lasted until the top seven last year, over 20% of this whole goddamn roster!
And lookin at that top six, where the fuck are they?
Reo? Gone. Fortuna? Gone. Spayde? Kaz? Gone. Mud? Thank fuck he’s gone.
Mae? Less said the better.
So if that was really the top seven that CruiserClash had, than this is more than just a fuckin cakewalk…”
Max grabs a remote, pressing some buttons on it. The screen turns to Max’s victory at Tokyo Fite.
“…it’s a goddamn rerun! I beat five of CruiserClash’s best singlehandedly, doin more for my team than any other person in that match did for there’s. What’s another few dozen to throw into the pot over the top?
But it’s fine, the Cruiserweights are better, the 'A Show' because if they believe in something hard enough than maybe it’ll eventually become true.
It says a-fucking-lot when the only guy on their roster who understands how relevant Clash is ta' AW versus their own brand…is the motherfucker who thinks he’s gonna rule the world.
Yeah, try that one on for size. The only sane person on this roster is the one who willingly teams with the fuckin psychopath.
I said somethin similar last year, but holy fuck if it hasn’t gotten more true.
I don’t let my weight define me. I’m constantly trainin as a guy under 200 lbs., beatin the bag, doin the cardio, all while cold sweatin buckets…every…fuckin…time that make me lose more weight that I then have ta’ put back on ta’ stay healthy.
Despite all that?
I was chosen for Hellscape cause of my history in the Pure Division…on Clash.
I earned my shot for the US Title, that first ever Pure Cup, and oh yeah, on the team representin Clash…at Tokyo Fite…to win the Tokyo Cup…on Clash.
I’ve signed a contract ta' fight an MMA fighter in the octagon on pay-per-view, the most exposure this company has had in a while.
I’ve got a clown stalkin me gettin my name wrong in every spoopy package.
Fuck! This last half year has been more consistently dominant than either your Cruiserweight or Cruiserweight Tag Team divisions!
And I did all of that shit…on Clash.
All while still technically bein a Cruiserweight.”
Max pushes the TV remote again, this time turning it over to his match against Teo.
“The only motherfucker ta' have my number on this brand is Teo Blaze. And hey, respect given, respect due.
But this isn’t just a normal match.
I can toss Teo over the top, just like that, and I could win the Cruiserweight Tag Title.
I could enter number one and go the fuckin distance, provin I got more heart than any motherfucker on this brand who think to call themselves a Cruiserweight.
Or better yet…I could be the last motherfucker standin in that ring at the end of the night, holdin that Cruiserweight Title up high.
And god…wouldn’t it just be fuckin beautiful if I put it in the middle of the ring…while the dust was settlin…I undid my zipper…and just took a piss all over it.
Because I’m not winnin this thing for glory or gold, fuck no.
I’m winnin that Cruiserweight Title ta' show how little you all matter.”