Max Daemon vs. David Hunter
The crowd in the Moody Center are amped and ready to go, but that quickly turns to jeers when "Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young starts to play on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a smirk on his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He has a red Solo cup in his hand. He looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts. He finishes his drink and tosses the cup behind him.
Tracy Wolfson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, on his way to the ring. Currently residing in a version of Baltimore, MD. Weighing in at 180 lbs. He...is Max...DAEMON!
Billy: Ladies and gentlemen, Max Daemon will participate in his first match in Action Wrestling since Havoc.
Chris Avery: And even before then, suffice to say he hasn’t really been having much luck lately.
Billy: A losing streak would be a very generous way to describe it, yes.
Chris Avery: But even now, as he heads down the ramp, we have to remember that this was what he had coming. He’s assaulted both David and Jack Hunter, and this, quite frankly, is the chickens coming to roost. He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max looks over at Conor McGregor, who is seated front row with a similar smirk on his face.
Chris Avery: And as was revealed last night on Twitter by Jack and David Hunter, as we see, there is Conor McGregor sitting front row.
Billy: He’s here to watch the action of Action Wrestling, and probably most just to watch Max get his ass kicked.
Chris Avery: Probably the latter.
Max and Conor approach each other, getting up in each other’s faces. After a bit of back and forth that camera doesn’t catch, Max shakes his head and hops onto the apron. He looks towards the nearest turnbuckle and hops onto it, his right foot on the middle rope and left foot on the top. He shoots a “shot” with a finger gun towards the hard camera before hopping down. He takes his hooded jacket off, tossing it out of the ring, right at Conor in the front row.
Chris Avery: Come on now…
Billy: Yes, let’s antagonize the guy who can knock you out, that makes sense.
Chris Avery: Max has lacked any sort of give-a-damn on a lot of things recently. Something tells me this is just another one on his list. The music dies down, allowing it to be replaced by the drums and guitar of “The Night” by Aurelio Voltaire. Once the violins enter the fray, David Hunter steps onto the stage, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. He takes off his Hawaiian shirt, tossing it aside as he stares a hole through Max inside the ring.
Billy: Ah man…I haven’t seen David that intensely focused in a while.
Chris Avery: He’s got a target. And as a hunter, they usually don’t miss. Max himself stands in the middle of the ring, drawing a “line” with his shoes before calling him to approach with a smirk on his face.
Tracy Wolfson:: And his opponent. He hails from Tampa, FL. Weighing in at 247 lbs. He is The Underground King…DAVID…HUUUUNTERRR!
The crowd reacts with a huge bout of cheers as Adilene leaves the ring. Once she is gone, David shakes his head and starts a full-on sprint!
Billy: Oh he ain’t waitin!
He is cut off when Max dives out of the ring, going for a suicide dive!
Chris Avery: And neither is Max!
Max collides with David, sending both men careening to the floor in a jumbled mess of bodies!
Billy: Shitfire! Look at the way Max just bent!
Chris Avery: Or the way that David just collided with the outside!
Max gets up, the smirk in full force as he grabs David by the back of the head. He throws him carelessly towards the steel steps. He stops before he can collide with them.
Billy: Those steps nearly did David in.
When he turns around, Max charges, but David reverses it into a back body drop that sends Max over the steps!
Chris Avery: But they might’ve just been Max’s end!
But lands on his feet on the other side! Max turns around and goes for a dropkick to the steps, but David box jumps onto the top of them, leaving Max wide open for an elbow drop which hits!
Billy: What innovation!
Chris Avery: Max tried to dropkick the stairs into David, but David reversed it and hit an elbow drop onto the floor!
David gets up, high-fiving the nearby Conor!
Billy: These two are going at it and we haven’t even started yet!
Max turns back towards David, grabbing his arm and hitting an Irish whip across the floor. Max is sent running the turnbuckle post, but the distance was too far and Max merely swings around to the other side.
Chris Avery: There’s that athleticism by Max.
He tries to collect his thoughts even as David enters the ring.
Chris Avery: Wait a minute…David isn’t really a flier…
Billy: He’s the son of a renowned dumbass! High-risk is as common as breathing sometimes! Max says a few words to Chris before turning around. This time it’s DAVID who flies out of the ring with a suicide dive!
Chris Avery: Yet another suicide dive!
Max is sent ass over feet to the opposite side of the announce table, right into Chris and Billy who spread like wildfire.
With commentary momentarily unable to speak due to their headsets being preoccupied, David flies over the table, landing directly onto Max and nailing him with right hands.
Eventually, David steps onto the announce table. He shouts out to the crowd who react with a positive response.
He hops down and starts tearing apart the announce table. The cover is removed and soon both monitors are thrown aside. David nods his head before moving Adeline from her chair. David folds it, grasping the steel chair before sending it blasting like a baseball bat into a now standing Max’s head!
Max falls onto the table, clearly out of sorts from the headshot.
He tosses the chair aside before pointing to the turnbuckle which earns ANOTHER raucous applause. He slides into the ring and climbs up the turnbuckle. Once he is on the top, the hard camera pans out to see the flashes beginning to go off.
David nods before diving, going for a flying headbutt—!
But Max moves! Max moves! Holy shit! David just went right through the announce table face first!
Max uses the apron to reach his feet, holding his head close as he looks down at David’s writing body.
The camera catches the face of David even as the ref goes to check on him. The blood is pouring from the wound on his head and it’s not pretty.
Max shoves the ref out of the ring, grabbing David by his long locks and tossing him into the ring. Max joins him soon and grips the black hair before unleashing right hands.
The ref intercedes, getting Max back as David crawls towards the corner. He uses the ropes to get up, his knees shaky and his face quickly becoming cased in blood.
The ref asks David if he wants to start this match, all while keeping Max at a safe distance. David stares at Max in the middle of the ring…before hocking a spit filled loogie at him!
It lands on Max’s wifebeater, which he hasn’t taken off yet. The ref takes this as a sign and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Billy: Are we back?
Chris Avery: The bell has rung! And sorry about the delay, they had to fix some shit with all the chaos that just happened!
Billy: So we’re back?
Chris Avery: Yes, Billy, we’re back.
Billy: SHITFIRE! What a fuckin start! Max takes his wifebeater off, tossing it at David. This distracts him enough for Max to charge and rain down a series of right fists to the steadily opening wound. The ref tries to count him.
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Max has to be pushed back by the referee, but allows himself to be shoved back. He raises his hands for a few moments before turning around and charging again, unleashing another storm of fists.
Chris Avery: That wound on David’s head is open season for Max.
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This time, Max backs up, the referee shouting at him for his actions. Max looks at his fist and shakes it a bit, allowing the blood to hit the mat.
Billy: God that fucking blood, man…
Chris Avery: Thank any deity you want that we’re not PG. The ref checks on David even as he remains on his feet. The blood on his face continues to pour even as any semblance of his Caucasian skin disappears from it.
Chris Avery: This is getting seriously worrying.
David stumbles out into the middle of the ring. He tosses a poor right hand which Max ducks. He grabs him by the waist, nailing a Saito suplex. He quickly hooks the leg.
Chris Avery: Jesus look how he landed!
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KICKOUT
Max grabs David by the hair right after the kickout. He brings him to his knees, nailing a right knee to his face, but keeping the grip on the hair.
Billy: Well there’s the Ebony…
Chris Avery: Oh Jesus, that’s enough…Max keeps David on his knees long enough to charge the ropes. On the rebound, he hits David in the back of the head with his right knee.
Billy: And there’s the Ivory.
Chris Avery: That’s enough!
Max hits his knees, rolling David onto his back and hooking a leg.
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KICKOUT
Max looks briefly at the ref before grabbing David by his waist once more. David keeps a grip on the middle rope, throwing elbows right his arm.
Chris Avery: He’s trying to fight back…
But Max ducks it, changing his grip to that of a t-bone grip.
Billy: But that blood loss man…
With a quick smirk, Max hits an exploder suplex, sending David over his head, but landing awkwardly towards the top of his back on the mat.
Chris Avery: Oh god that might’ve broken him!
Billy: The ref better make sure he’s alright!
Max rolls over lays vertically on David’s chest.
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KICKOUT
Chris Avery: But David said no!
Max looks to the ref before hooking a leg.
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KICKOUT
Billy: He’s still in this!
Max shakes his head and hooks BOTH legs.
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KICKOUT
Max gets to his feet, arguing with the ref about the counts. The ref remains steadfast while Max just argues with him.
Billy: Max has had a history with referees.
Chris Avery: “No love lost” is an understatement.
Eventually, he turns around and springs to the middle rope, going for a moonsault—
But David moves! Max collides with the mat, holding his ribs! David sees the opportunity and dives over, locking in the Oklahoma roll!
Chris Avery: David dodged the lionsault! This could be it!
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KICKOUT
Max reaches his feet, charging towards a still woozy David with a shotgun dropkick that takes David to the mat!
Billy: Oof! Right to the mush!
Chris Avery: That shotgun dropkick just rung David’s bell.
Max looks around at the crowd for a few moments before getting to his feet. He looks at the ref momentarily before springing onto the middle rope, this time successfully landing the moonsault.
Chris Avery: THERE’S the lionsault.
He hooks the leg and stares right at the ref, counting along with him.
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KICKOUT
Chris Avery: The fire in Max’s eyes as burns a hole into the referee!
Max immediately gets up and confronts said ref, getting in his face and pointing at him.
“That was three and you know it.”
The ref responds.
“That was a two, he kicked out.”
"That was a fucking three and you know it!”Chris Avery: He’s incensed!
Billy: He’s so pissed he’s losing his accent.
“Now do your fucking job and count the fucking three! I’m tired of you refs fucking me over!”
Max turns around and grabs David’s head, but is immediately rolled-up!
Billy: WHOA!
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KICKOUT
Much like last time, Max doesn’t give David a change to stand, immediately taking him to the mat with a boot to the wound!
Chris Avery: And again, another shot to the wound!
Max looks towards the ever booing crowd.
FUCK YOU DAEMON *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
FUCK YOU DAEMON *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
FUCK YOU DAEMON *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
FUCK YOU DAEMON *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*Max responds with a middle finger. He sends it to the various sides of the audience, then to the hard camera, and then directly to the front row at Conor McGregor.
Billy: That’s a message, loud and clear.
He spits a wad at him. It lands significantly short but the message is sent.
Chris Avery: There’s an even worse one.
Max turns back around and grips the long, matted, bloodstained hair of David. He brings him to his feet, shoving him towards a nearby corner. He grips his waist, lifting him onto the top rope.
Chris Avery: Max is looking for something big to send this home.
He adjusts his legs, sending them outside of the ring before joining him. Max looks out at the crowd for a couple more seconds before hooking the arm behind his head.
Billy: A Superplex sure as shit might do it.
Max grips David’s trunks, but he fights back. He starts punching Max in the gut. It isn’t much, but it’s an honest try.
Chris Avery: Even leaking blood like a sieve, David keeps on fighting!
Max hammers David in the back once. He releases his grip and starts nailing a few haymakers back at the wound. On the third one, David nearly falls off the turnbuckle.
Billy: Watch that landing!
Chris Avery: This is catching up to David. Max barely has to hit him at this point.
He catches himself though. Max readjusts and pulls David up by his trunks. The position almost looks like a—
Chris Avery: A piledriver?!
Billy: Oh that’d kill him.
Chris Avery: From the top rope?! Oh come on now Max! But David struggles a bit, flailing his legs around. He is successful and falls back onto his landing spot. The momentum allows David to hit a back body drop to Max onto the apron!
Billy: Has anybody ever told you that’s the hardest part of the ring?
Chris Avery: A back body drop on the hardest part of the ring!
Billy: Oh so you HAVE heard of it. Max holds his back, getting to his feet out of adrenaline more than anything else. As he seethes from the impact, David climbs to the top rope.
Billy: Going back up top? Really?
Chris Avery: The last time this happened is what caused the blood to pour! Max turns around and David dives, nailing a blockbuster onto the apron!
Billy: SHITFIRE!
Chris Avery: A blockbuster onto the apron! Max falls to the floor while David slips off the apron to his feet.
Chris Avery: These two are looking to permanently wound the other!
He wipes some hair out of his eyes, clunky and sticking together. He wipes the excess blood on the apron before heading towards Max who is crawling towards the steps.
Billy: Somehow, some way, David is standing.
David sees this and approaches, but Max grips his trunks and throws him face first into the steel steps!
Billy: But not for long!
Chris Avery: As soon as David gets any momentum, Max is right there to put an end to it.
The steps are sent back from the impact. Max grips the skirt, using it and the bottom rope to climb to his feet.
He looks over at David, his blood dripping out like a faucet onto the floor. Max nods his head and then looks over at something else.
The smirk forms on his face.
Chris Avery: Oh no…
Billy: That smirk only reads bad news in this out-of-date newspaper. Max grabs David by the hair, pulling him so that he is against the ring. Max then lifts his legs in, forcing David to enter the ring.
Chris Avery: Max has to use his OWN strength just to get David into the ring.
Billy: Dead weight, brother.
With the smirk still present, he grabs the chair that David used on him earlier. He slides into the ring, watching as David begins to crawl towards some ropes.
Chris Avery: He can’t use that chair ref!
Billy: He was whacked with that earlier! This revenge might cost him this match! Max stands poised, holding the chair in both hands like he’s ready to wedge it into David. He nods once as his opponent reaches his feet. The blood drips to the mat and onto the ropes as he turns around.
Chris Avery: Ready the bell ref!
Max charges for the attack, but David dodges! The chair is sent flying under the bottom rope, sliding to the floor. Max turns around, and is hit with a Spear!
Chris Avery: Spear! Spear!
David lies on Max’s body, not hooking a leg out of tiredness.
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KICKOUT
Billy: Oh Max almost had that!
Chris Avery: He managed to get into that crucifix despite the Spear! Both men manage to reach their feet. As David stumbles up, Max goes for a Superkick!
Chris Avery: Superkic—!
Billy: Wait!
But he ducks it! He has to stop before he collides with the ref though.
Chris Avery: David and the ref nearly collided hea—
David turns around and dodges another Superkick that TAKES THE REF TO THE MAT!
Billy: That’ll do it!
Chris Avery: Max aimed for David, but nailed the referee with that Superkick! Max looks at what he’s done once before another smirk forms. David grabs his arm, shoving him around right into a KICK TO THE PENIS!
Billy: An Attack to the Groinal Region!
Chris Avery: Ain’t That Just a Kick to the Dick! And the ref was just knocked out!
As the crowd hails down boos at him, Max smirks and fake cries at them.
DAEMON SUCKS
DAEMON SUCKS
DAEMON SUCKS
DAEMON SUCKSMax then rolls out of the ring, staring down Conor for a few moments. Conor shouts a series of threats at Max, with the latter never tearing eye contact away from the former, even as the latter grabs the steel chair he just lost.
Billy: The ref is down, it’s all legal babey!
Chris Avery: This, as the saying goes, is more along Max’s wheelhouse.
Billy: The fuck even is a wheelhouse anyway, Chris? Max turns around, gripping the steel chair tightly. He looks towards the ring at David before
TURNING AROUND AND SENDING THE CHAIR INTO CONOR MCGREGOR’S FACE!Billy: WHOALY SHITFIRE!
Chris Avery: Max just popped Conor McGregor with that steel chair! With the smirk growing even faster, Max throws the chair into the ring. He joins it soon after as he steps into the middle of the ring. The crowd’s boos nearly reach an apex.
YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*Max shakes his head, unfolding the chair and setting it into the middle of the ring. As the smirk seems to somehow get worse, he grabs David by the head, forcing him to his feet. He then shoves him underneath his left armpit.
Chris Avery: I do NOT like the position of the chair, Billy!
Billy: This will spell disaster, massacre, destruction, whatever words you want.
He maintains the grip to keep David up even as he throws his left behind his head. Max grips David’s left knee, forcing him up against Max’s body in a fisherman’s position.
Chris Avery: Oh no…
With one final wink into the hard camera, Max falls back hitting a
FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX DDT THROUGH THE UNFOLDED CHAIR!
Chris Avery: King’s Exile! King’s Exile through the damn chair!
Billy: That was one of David’s moves! David’s body collides with the mat as he almost crumples in on himself. Max grabs the destroyed chair, tossing the remains out of the ring.
Billy: David is out.
Chris Avery: He’s LONG out! He doesn’t stop there, opting instead to roll out of the ring and grab Conor McGregor from his seat! He ignores EMTs checking on him and throws him over the barricade!
Chris Avery: Oh come on! This isn’t his show!
Billy: Max is the fucker who couldn’t handle a loss in the UFC and had to ruin the entire night because of it. He doesn’t give a damn. The camera readjusts and we can see Conor is ALSO busted open! While the wound isn’t as bad as David’s, it’s enough for Max to pinpoint it and started hailing down right fists!
Chris Avery: Now CONOR is bleeding!
Billy: And Max is looking for revenge of his own!
As if his hand wasn’t bloodied enough, Max stands up off Conor’s body. He rolls back into the ring, falling onto David’s body and hooking the leg.
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But the ref is still out!
Billy: That ref took that Superkick flush, he’s done.
The count doesn’t come, so Max instead decides to adjust his position. He pulls David up, gripping him in a standing dragon’s sleeper.
Chris Avery: Now Max, lookin to finally put this away.
He has plenty of time to hit it, but instead lets it go.
Billy: Or not…
He taps his finger against his head for a few moments before rolling out of the ring. He flips up a nearby apron and after digging for a bit, pulls out a barbed wire baseball bat!
Chris Avery: Good lord…
Billy: It’s Barbie!
Chris Avery: The Hunter family’s signature weapon! Max is ready to start aimin for the lights! Max rolls into the ring, eagerly awaiting as David hits his knees.
Billy: David can barely move.
David doesn’t even stare at Max, just lifelessly looking towards the crowd as the blood covers his chest.
Chris Avery: That blood is just disgusting. It’s like a morgue in here!
Max raises the barbed wire bat up, but is interrupted by Jack Hunter! He rolls into the ring and starts hammering him with bombs!
Chris Avery: Jack Hunter! It’s Jack Hunter!
Billy: Hawaiian Hardhead is here to save his son! The crowd start going totally ape shit for the Insane Delgado!
Right fists collide with Max’s face, pushing him back. Jack grips his arm, throwing Max across the ring. On the rebound, Jack charges and hits his OWN Spear that nearly tears Max apart!
Billy: HOLY SHITFIRE that Spear!
Chris Avery: David might’ve learned it from him, but Jack still originated it! Jack gets up, grabbing Max and forcing him to his feet. He sets him up for a suplex, something the crowd get antsy for.
Billy: Oh boy I’m excited!
Chris Avery: Now Jack, goin for the Hunter Hammer! Jack grips Max’s skinny jeans, lifting him up—but Max ducks behind him!
Billy: And again!
Jack turns around and is hit with his
OWN KICK TO THE PENIS!Billy: And AGAIN again!
Chris Avery: An Attack to the Groinal Region for the second time!
Max grabs the lost barbed wire baseball bat even as Jack tries to regain himself. He stumbles around into a
BARBED WIRE BAT TO THE FACE!Billy: OH THAT’S BRUTAL!
Chris Avery: Barbie’s getting a grand slam! Jack hits the mat, holding his face as he writhes on the mat. The camera catches that HE is now busted open!
Billy: Oh cool, more blood!
Max poaches close, waiting for Jack to stand. When he does, Max pounces, hitting a Superkick that sends Jack out of the ring!
Billy: One headshot!
He looks outside at Conor, sliding out to join him. Conor has crawled him up via the nearby steel steps. He turns around and ALSO suffers a Superkick! This one sends him careening over the steps to the other side!
Billy: TWO headshots!
Chris Avery: Conor isn’t a wrestler! Max then slides into the ring, looking at David as now HE gets to his feet. As the smirk grows again, Max launches a THIRD Superkick at him!
Billy: THREE headshots!
David hits the ropes, managing to charge on the rebound with a
SIT-OUT STUN—
Chris Avery: THRILL OF THE—
Max catches David mid-Stunner! He locks David in a dragon sleeper before jumping, nailing his patented backstabber!
Chris Avery: DEVIL TRIGGER! Somehow the son of a bitch is gonna pull it off!
As both men hit the mat, Max looks to the ramp and calls for a new ref. Once he is satisfied, he hooks both legs.
Billy: Callin for a new ref! He’s gonna get one!
A new, fresh ref slides in and starts to count.
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Max stares on, a blank look in his eyes as he comes to grips on what just transpired.
Billy: HOLY SHIT!
Chris Avery: THAT HAD TO HAVE BEEN IT!
The crowd is jumping and stomping and just all around losing their fucking minds that David just kicked out of the Devil Trigger.
Billy: HOW IS DAVID STILL IN THIS?!
Max pulls his hands through his hair before turning to the ref new ref. When he confirms the count, Max slaps the mat once.
Chris Avery: Max justifiably upset! But David even more justifiably refusing to quit!
Billy: One might say out-surviving Max!
He gets to his feet, holding his ribs close. He shakes off the pain, looking around for an answer.
Chris Avery: Those ribs are gonna feel bad in the morning.
When he sees a corner, he seemingly gets one. He freezes, staring closely at the top turnbuckle.
He smirks.
Chris Avery: Oh god…
Billy: We haven’t seen it in a while…With one last look at David, Max approaches the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top rope, keeping balance and standing tall as David gets to his feet.
Chris Avery: Could this be?!
His knees wobble, but Max stares firm.
He looks out at the crowd before jumping! He goes for the Shooting Star Press, trying to adjust for a DD—
Chris Avery: MAX WITH THE OSIRIS—!
DAVID HITS A SIT-OUT STUNNER FROM #OUTTANOWHERE!
Chris Avery: BUT DAVID! OH GOD!
Billy: WHERE THE FUCK
DID THAT COME FROM!?!
Chris Avery: THE THRILL OF THE HUNT! THE THRILL OF THE HUNT FROM THE CONFINES OF DAVID’S ASS! Max flips over him, landing in front of David in the middle of the ring! David falls forward, just BARELY getting his arm over Max’s chest!
Chris Avery: HE’S GOT IT! 1
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The crowd boo this decision hard.
Billy: Ohhhhh!
Chris Avery: Max survives another day! THAT WAS BULLSHIT *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
THAT WAS BULLSHIT *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
THAT WAS BULLSHIT *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
THAT WAS BULLSHIT *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*David gets to his knees. His blood seems to have dried up even if the amount of it on his face, hair, and chest would leave you to think otherwise.
Chris Avery: How frustrated does David have to be?
Billy: What else can they throw at each other?!
Max rolls over onto his stomach. The two men crawl towards the middle of the ring, both men seemingly too out of it to realize their close proximity.
Billy: Both men too woozy to realize where they are.
Chris Avery: Max just got his equilibrium shook and David, well, I’m pretty Biolife is looking to pick up some of the blood at the end of this thing. Eventually, they start to get to their feet.
Once both men are up, they stumble backwards, landing back-to-back with the other.
Billy: Back-to-back, like two cowboys in a duel.
David starts to feel around, but it’s Max who wakes up first. He hooks both of David’s arm with his own.
Chris Avery: Ah, but Max is still the healthier of the two.
The camera catches the angry scowl on Max’s face, even as he uses his strength to pull David on his back.
Billy: What the hell…?
Max shakes his head and tosses David off, turning around so that they are now front-to-front. Max keeps the grip on the right arm, but adjusts to that now his back is against David’s.
Chris Avery: What the actual…?
With a nod of his head, Max turns them around.
Max lifts David off the mat in a vertebreaker, a direct callout to—
Chris Avery: That’s…Max is going for the Sins of the Father!
Billy: That’s a former finisher of David’s Pandæmonium tag team partner Holden Ross!
Chris Avery: During their time in Pure Class Wrestling, this move laid MANY a men out!
With one last smirk, Max goes for it, but David fights off!
Chris Avery: And David ain’t takin that shit lyin down!
David gets to his feet. With a groaning Max turns around into a
SIT-OUT STUNN—!
Chris Avery: THRILL OF THE—
But again, Max fights out! He shoves David away, sending him careening into the fresh referee! He falls out of the ring, and sends David a bit out of sorts!
Billy: Whelp there goes that referee.
Chris Avery: Another referee casualty caught in the crossfire of this collision!
The camera catches the original ref as he stirs back to consciousness from his corner.
Max stalks David as he turns around, going for his
OWN SIT-OUT STUNNE—NO!
Chris Avery: THRILL OF—!
It’s DAVID’S turn to shove Max away, sending him flailing into the middle rope and
LEFT JAB BY A STANDING CONOR MCGREGOR!Billy: BOOM SHAKA!
Conor follows it up with a HUGE right fist!
Chris Avery: One-two combo!
Billy: That’s the same combo that knocked Max out in their fight!
Max stumbles back to his feet from the blows. He steps right into a backstepping David, who, out of pure instinct, hits the sit-out stunner!
Chris Avery: THRILL OF THE HUNT! THRILL OF THE HUNT! THRILL OF THE HUUUUUNT!
Billy: SHIT ALL OF THE FIRE! Max hits his back! David falls over, his shoulder landing on Max’s chest!
The original ref crawls over and counts a slow count.
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DING DING DING
Tracy Wolfson: The winner of the match…DAVID…HUNTERRR!“The Night” immediately begins to play even as both men continue to lie there.
The camera goes over to Conor McGregor, who stares on with his OWN blood falling down the side of his face, but the smirk on his lips is the most obvious tell of all.
Chris Avery: Conor got him back!
Billy: For the shit Max pulled at UFC 272 or for the chair shot earlier?
Chris Avery: Considering Max’s losing streak lives on, I’m tempted to say both!
Billy: David Hunter, not a member of our roster, just picked up the victory over Max fricken Daemon!Security steps out, allowing Conor to walk to the back, all while smirking at the unmoving body of Max in the center of the ring.
Billy: That’s one happy camper for sure!
Chris Avery: Conor might’ve gotten a battle scar, but given what just happened, suffice to say this isn’t over. In the ring, a group of EMTs has stormed the proceedings. A couple of them tend to Jack, who is standing up and wiping his own blood up. A few more are focusing on David, a stretcher already ready. He is rolled off of Max and onto the gurney.
Billy: Man, David lost SO much blood.
Chris Avery: And even now as he’s rolled onto the stretcher, I think I see some fresh blood. They try to strap David in, but he fights back, elbowing the nearby EMTs.
Chris Avery: Oh come on, don’t be proud.
Jack begins to stumble over to his son even as David attempts to walk. He takes a single step before falling back to the floor.
Billy: Too much blood, man.
Jack and the EMTs present are there for him. Jack grabs David’s arm, helping him up and making the long trek up the ramp. David raises his arm once, much to the crowd’s enjoyment.
Chris Avery: We’re gonna take a short commercial break while we clean up all the blood from ringside and pick up the bodies.
Billy: Don’t go anywhere! More Clash right after this!
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As we return from commercial, we see Max leaning against the apron. We can see a couple EMTs stationed nearby as the AW employees work on cleaning the ring.
The head doctor stands nearby, hands out wanting to help Max. As they approach, Max waves them off, stepping away from the apron and beginning to stumble his own way up the ramp.
Chris Avery: He might not be respected or liked or loved or anything of the sort, but Max gave it his all tonight.
Billy: A performance to be proud of for sure.They all follow close even as the crowd continues to jeer.
NANANA NANANA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYYYE
NANANA NANANA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYYYE
NANANA NANANA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYYYE
NANANA NANANA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYYYEMax eventually gets to the stage, looking back once more at the crowd with a scowl. He flicks his hair back, giving them all one last middle finger to rile them up some more before heading to the back.