Bigger Fish to Smoke (vs. John Black)
Jan 23, 2022 13:33:58 GMT -5
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Post by Max f'n Daemon on Jan 23, 2022 13:33:58 GMT -5
The stage at the Capital One Arena is ready. There is a long table with a podium in the middle, highlighting UFC 272 on it with the Daemon vs. McGregor a focal centerpiece.
UFC 272. Saturday March 5th. T-Mobile Arena. Las Vegas, Nevada.
There are chairs lined up all along the back of the stage behind the table.
Max spends a few moments looking out at the large arena dedicated to such a huge media event.
He can already imagine the cameras flashing. the interviewers ready to pounce.
Despite all of this, he doesn’t let out a smirk.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a folded-up paper. He sets it down onto the table, unfolding it to read the important parts.
“Negative” from top to bottom.
All these months of avoiding a Mix, trying to keep his body clean of the toxins, getting rid of the Nyquil, the whiskey, and the Advil.
It all leads here.
He folds the piece of paper, putting it back in his pocket.
He really can’t say that it was worth it.
All those nights of cold sweats, leaning over a toilet bowl vomiting whatever he had that day, having to sit in a bathtub and just have the shower rain down on his body to try and get it back to level temperature.
You would've thought being a half-demon, half-angel would mean he could avoid shit like this. I guess living on Earth for so long has made him more mortal than he thought…
Max sits in a chair, eyes still locked on the arena floor, littered with countless seats.
“For three weeks I have tried my fuckin hardest ta’ promote the fuck outta this UFC partnership.
I participated in the Roth tournament where my very livelihood and person was questioned by a piece of shit with only a modicum more success than me, who can only Hope ta' one day do somethin ta' make herself be remembered as more than just a Trivial Pursuit answer to ‘who lost the World Title in under a week?’
I announced I was participatin in the Olla-Rumble for PWE, because why not foster relationships with other places while still buildin up hype for my MMA debut? That seems ta' be gettin more buzz right now than Lis is for anythin she tries ta' pull off (yes, even her failure of a gym).
And here I am, on the eve of the contract signin live on Paramount+, in a number one contendership bout for the CBS Title.
Against John Black.”
Max wipes his eyes and puts his hands through his hair, letting out an earthly sigh at the name.
“The same guy who entered 2021 beatin up a cop and throwin him in jail, an act that probably made him the most cheered guy on the entire roster. And how did John follow up that momentum?
By goin down ta' Harvey Marx in a boxing bout.
Oh was losin ta’ Harvey not good enough for ya’?
How about losin a match ta’ Tyler fuckin Matthews? A guy whose time in AW was so walk in, take the hat off, turn around, grab the hat, leave that Matt Groening was ready ta' sue his ass.
I mean, this wasn’t a guest comin in and beatin one of our roster members so decisively enough that her entire personality and life suddenly changes. This is a rando from the street comin in and beatin a stalwart in John, outsmartin him and anybody else in that farce of a match.
And of course, all of this is all punctuated by John somehow gettin inta' All-In and provin himself as the absolute worse part of that entire match.
Or is it topped off by John losin a US Title shot ta' Lethe?
Or losin the TV Title that he never really earned against Odin?
I said that beatin Odin is my baseline on somebody, and if ya’ can’t do that, than you’re really not worth worryin about.
And trust me, John Black is not somebody worth worryin about.
I’ve done more in one year here than John has been able ta’ do in two.
I’ve earned more recognition as a wrestler in AW, as one of its beacons than John has in his entire career as a professional wrestler.
For somebody who calls themselves a King, you really seem ta' have no issues takin on a demon and an angel. God isn’t somebody ta' fear. Their followers are.
Oh, are you a nonbeliever? Cool. Not believin in somethin doesn’t make ya' right or intelligent, it makes ya' a fuckin idiot when it turns out what you didn’t believe in was actually true.
John Black took the fall in our match last week against Regan because he is a loser even if he’s a focal point.
His TV Title reign is so forgettable, not just because John Black held it, but because he’s so irrelevant that AW knew not ta' give him anythin remotely worth a moment because he wasn’t goin ta' hold it for long.
Why the fuck Pasta Mack or Tort have decided ta' give John Black a shot at yet another lower tier title is beyond me, but fuck it, I’ve never been one ta’ say no ta' a gift like this.
Thanks guys, nice ta’ see ya’ want me ta' still do somethin for Revolution season, even if I’m already busy elsewhere. That’s fine, not the first time I’ve done double duty, won’t be the last.
Can John Black say he’s done double duty?
Can John Black say he’s done anythin worth a damn?
Does anybody give a fuck when John Black wins or loses?
I’ll give ya' an assist here: nah, they don’t.
Biggest waste of my time since I was given the SCW Title.
At least Joe Smoke had the balls to compete twice.”
Max stands up and walks away from the stage.
The next time he’s there, he has a bigger opponent to worry about.
UFC 272. Saturday March 5th. T-Mobile Arena. Las Vegas, Nevada.
There are chairs lined up all along the back of the stage behind the table.
Max spends a few moments looking out at the large arena dedicated to such a huge media event.
He can already imagine the cameras flashing. the interviewers ready to pounce.
Despite all of this, he doesn’t let out a smirk.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a folded-up paper. He sets it down onto the table, unfolding it to read the important parts.
“Negative” from top to bottom.
All these months of avoiding a Mix, trying to keep his body clean of the toxins, getting rid of the Nyquil, the whiskey, and the Advil.
It all leads here.
He folds the piece of paper, putting it back in his pocket.
He really can’t say that it was worth it.
All those nights of cold sweats, leaning over a toilet bowl vomiting whatever he had that day, having to sit in a bathtub and just have the shower rain down on his body to try and get it back to level temperature.
You would've thought being a half-demon, half-angel would mean he could avoid shit like this. I guess living on Earth for so long has made him more mortal than he thought…
Max sits in a chair, eyes still locked on the arena floor, littered with countless seats.
“For three weeks I have tried my fuckin hardest ta’ promote the fuck outta this UFC partnership.
I participated in the Roth tournament where my very livelihood and person was questioned by a piece of shit with only a modicum more success than me, who can only Hope ta' one day do somethin ta' make herself be remembered as more than just a Trivial Pursuit answer to ‘who lost the World Title in under a week?’
I announced I was participatin in the Olla-Rumble for PWE, because why not foster relationships with other places while still buildin up hype for my MMA debut? That seems ta' be gettin more buzz right now than Lis is for anythin she tries ta' pull off (yes, even her failure of a gym).
And here I am, on the eve of the contract signin live on Paramount+, in a number one contendership bout for the CBS Title.
Against John Black.”
Max wipes his eyes and puts his hands through his hair, letting out an earthly sigh at the name.
“The same guy who entered 2021 beatin up a cop and throwin him in jail, an act that probably made him the most cheered guy on the entire roster. And how did John follow up that momentum?
By goin down ta' Harvey Marx in a boxing bout.
Oh was losin ta’ Harvey not good enough for ya’?
How about losin a match ta’ Tyler fuckin Matthews? A guy whose time in AW was so walk in, take the hat off, turn around, grab the hat, leave that Matt Groening was ready ta' sue his ass.
I mean, this wasn’t a guest comin in and beatin one of our roster members so decisively enough that her entire personality and life suddenly changes. This is a rando from the street comin in and beatin a stalwart in John, outsmartin him and anybody else in that farce of a match.
And of course, all of this is all punctuated by John somehow gettin inta' All-In and provin himself as the absolute worse part of that entire match.
Or is it topped off by John losin a US Title shot ta' Lethe?
Or losin the TV Title that he never really earned against Odin?
I said that beatin Odin is my baseline on somebody, and if ya’ can’t do that, than you’re really not worth worryin about.
And trust me, John Black is not somebody worth worryin about.
I’ve done more in one year here than John has been able ta’ do in two.
I’ve earned more recognition as a wrestler in AW, as one of its beacons than John has in his entire career as a professional wrestler.
For somebody who calls themselves a King, you really seem ta' have no issues takin on a demon and an angel. God isn’t somebody ta' fear. Their followers are.
Oh, are you a nonbeliever? Cool. Not believin in somethin doesn’t make ya' right or intelligent, it makes ya' a fuckin idiot when it turns out what you didn’t believe in was actually true.
John Black took the fall in our match last week against Regan because he is a loser even if he’s a focal point.
His TV Title reign is so forgettable, not just because John Black held it, but because he’s so irrelevant that AW knew not ta' give him anythin remotely worth a moment because he wasn’t goin ta' hold it for long.
Why the fuck Pasta Mack or Tort have decided ta' give John Black a shot at yet another lower tier title is beyond me, but fuck it, I’ve never been one ta’ say no ta' a gift like this.
Thanks guys, nice ta’ see ya’ want me ta' still do somethin for Revolution season, even if I’m already busy elsewhere. That’s fine, not the first time I’ve done double duty, won’t be the last.
Can John Black say he’s done double duty?
Can John Black say he’s done anythin worth a damn?
Does anybody give a fuck when John Black wins or loses?
I’ll give ya' an assist here: nah, they don’t.
Biggest waste of my time since I was given the SCW Title.
At least Joe Smoke had the balls to compete twice.”
Max stands up and walks away from the stage.
The next time he’s there, he has a bigger opponent to worry about.
