Post by Max f'n Daemon on Feb 10, 2022 0:06:13 GMT -5
We head to the concourse within the confines of the Arena Mexico. We get a shot above of a TV displaying a graphic of Magnificence. It then transitions into going over the card. We can hear the fans in the concourse starting to cheer and react loudly.
It’s mostly just noise, but as the camera pans down to the floor, we can see Max Daemon standing with a mic in hand and a smirk on his face. The crowd in the arena start to boo, something reflected by some of the fans around him.
Max turns the mic on and raises it to his lips.
Max Daemon: ¿Cómo estás, maldito idiota?
That doesn’t give him any sympathy, something the crowd shows by heaping even more, this time unanimous boos onto him.
Max just shrugs, looking into the camera with the smirk still across his face.
Max Daemon: I don’t know if any of ya' can understand me, but if ya' can’t, just look ta' your right and ask them for translation.
More boos are thrown onto Max. He shakes his head and raises the mic once more.
Max Daemon: For those unaware of who I am, my name is Max…fuckin…Daemon. I am here tonight in this…
He takes a few moments to look around the concourse and its fans.
Max Daemon:…building as a participant in the Olla-Rumble. And as a participant, and moreso, a guest, it earns me a few perks while I’m here. For starters, I can say whatever the hell I want because there’s nothing PWE can do about it. I am an Action Wrestling contracted wrestler…
Hearing this, the boos seem to rise back up.
Max Daemon:…not a fan, huh? Well, that’s probably for the best. I mean, I’m the best wrestler they got, so you’re getting all ya' need. But nah, PWE can’t do anythin, even if I tell 'em that this promotion they got runnin here…just got a boost in the ass in the form of the half-breed who has no ceiling. From the best wrestler in AW, in PWE, in PWF, on Twitter, anywhere ya’ wanna see me, you’re dealin with the best.
Max pauses to let the crowd get their jeers again once again.
Max Daemon: Tonight, I am not here ta’ make friends. I am not here ta’ play patty-cake with the other guests from other companies here. I could give a damn about formin alliances or units or coalitions or whatever. Hell, I’m not even here ta’ tell ya’ that ya’ can catch all the better wrestlin, the better wrestlers, the better talent, the better quality all on Action Wrestling Clash, seen Mondays exclusively on CBS.
He lowers the mic and smirks, glancing around at the crowd who begin to boo him in earnest once again. A few even start throwing up middle fingers or peace signs or any other offensive gestures they can think of.
After reveling in the jeers for a few moments, he turns back to stare down the camera.
Max Daemon: Nah, I’m here ta’ tell ya’ that you should watch, on March 5, live on pay-per-view, as I make my MMA debut in the premier MMA promotion against the literal best fighter in the world. And who knows…maybe I’ll walk inta’ the Octagon, take that legendary ring announcer’s mic, and just tell the world that PWE’s fans are the worst…and its roster isn’t any better.
Once he hears the boos continue, he resumes speaking over them.
Max Daemon: Or maybe I’ll walk in with the spines of everybody else in the Olla-Rumble, because once I toss out all 29 other competitors, I’ll be ownin every single one of ‘em. I’ll showcase to the world how “excellent” PWE and its roster truly is. And if any other guest wants ta’ go back and tell their own company how good I am, that’d be doin me a huge favor.
He gives the camera a thumbs up before dropping the smirk.
Max Daemon: I’m preparin for the fight of my life come March 5, live on pay-per-view in Las Vegas, Nevada at the T-Mobile arena. But that doesn’t mean I’m not prepared ta' step inta’ the ring tonight and send every single one of those Olla-Rumble participants out and over those ropes. That doesn’t mean I’m not prepared ta' face off against some of the best people to ever grace this game…and after I’m done talkin to the refs, I’ll make sure to give a quick nod in hello to the wrestlers.
He can’t help but crack another smirk, especially once the crowd starts to get more hostile. The security begins having a hard time keeping them back.
Max Daemon: So ta' all the other wrestlers in the Olla-Rumble, take notice: I don’t give a shit where ya’ came from or who ya’ represent. You’re just another body I’m throwin outta MY ring. And ta' whomever walks outta this show the Excellent Champion—because why would ya’ go for anythin less than the top—get ready for a new challenger on the horizon…one whose name…is Max…fuckin…Daemon.
Max lets the mic fall freely in his hand, his smirk being the last thing we see in a sea of hostile PWE fans, before we fade back into the arena proper.
It’s mostly just noise, but as the camera pans down to the floor, we can see Max Daemon standing with a mic in hand and a smirk on his face. The crowd in the arena start to boo, something reflected by some of the fans around him.
Max turns the mic on and raises it to his lips.
Max Daemon: ¿Cómo estás, maldito idiota?
That doesn’t give him any sympathy, something the crowd shows by heaping even more, this time unanimous boos onto him.
Max just shrugs, looking into the camera with the smirk still across his face.
Max Daemon: I don’t know if any of ya' can understand me, but if ya' can’t, just look ta' your right and ask them for translation.
More boos are thrown onto Max. He shakes his head and raises the mic once more.
Max Daemon: For those unaware of who I am, my name is Max…fuckin…Daemon. I am here tonight in this…
He takes a few moments to look around the concourse and its fans.
Max Daemon:…building as a participant in the Olla-Rumble. And as a participant, and moreso, a guest, it earns me a few perks while I’m here. For starters, I can say whatever the hell I want because there’s nothing PWE can do about it. I am an Action Wrestling contracted wrestler…
Hearing this, the boos seem to rise back up.
Max Daemon:…not a fan, huh? Well, that’s probably for the best. I mean, I’m the best wrestler they got, so you’re getting all ya' need. But nah, PWE can’t do anythin, even if I tell 'em that this promotion they got runnin here…just got a boost in the ass in the form of the half-breed who has no ceiling. From the best wrestler in AW, in PWE, in PWF, on Twitter, anywhere ya’ wanna see me, you’re dealin with the best.
Max pauses to let the crowd get their jeers again once again.
Max Daemon: Tonight, I am not here ta’ make friends. I am not here ta’ play patty-cake with the other guests from other companies here. I could give a damn about formin alliances or units or coalitions or whatever. Hell, I’m not even here ta’ tell ya’ that ya’ can catch all the better wrestlin, the better wrestlers, the better talent, the better quality all on Action Wrestling Clash, seen Mondays exclusively on CBS.
He lowers the mic and smirks, glancing around at the crowd who begin to boo him in earnest once again. A few even start throwing up middle fingers or peace signs or any other offensive gestures they can think of.
After reveling in the jeers for a few moments, he turns back to stare down the camera.
Max Daemon: Nah, I’m here ta’ tell ya’ that you should watch, on March 5, live on pay-per-view, as I make my MMA debut in the premier MMA promotion against the literal best fighter in the world. And who knows…maybe I’ll walk inta’ the Octagon, take that legendary ring announcer’s mic, and just tell the world that PWE’s fans are the worst…and its roster isn’t any better.
Once he hears the boos continue, he resumes speaking over them.
Max Daemon: Or maybe I’ll walk in with the spines of everybody else in the Olla-Rumble, because once I toss out all 29 other competitors, I’ll be ownin every single one of ‘em. I’ll showcase to the world how “excellent” PWE and its roster truly is. And if any other guest wants ta’ go back and tell their own company how good I am, that’d be doin me a huge favor.
He gives the camera a thumbs up before dropping the smirk.
Max Daemon: I’m preparin for the fight of my life come March 5, live on pay-per-view in Las Vegas, Nevada at the T-Mobile arena. But that doesn’t mean I’m not prepared ta' step inta’ the ring tonight and send every single one of those Olla-Rumble participants out and over those ropes. That doesn’t mean I’m not prepared ta' face off against some of the best people to ever grace this game…and after I’m done talkin to the refs, I’ll make sure to give a quick nod in hello to the wrestlers.
He can’t help but crack another smirk, especially once the crowd starts to get more hostile. The security begins having a hard time keeping them back.
Max Daemon: So ta' all the other wrestlers in the Olla-Rumble, take notice: I don’t give a shit where ya’ came from or who ya’ represent. You’re just another body I’m throwin outta MY ring. And ta' whomever walks outta this show the Excellent Champion—because why would ya’ go for anythin less than the top—get ready for a new challenger on the horizon…one whose name…is Max…fuckin…Daemon.
Max lets the mic fall freely in his hand, his smirk being the last thing we see in a sea of hostile PWE fans, before we fade back into the arena proper.