No Disqualification
Conor McGregor vs. Max Daemon
The Allegiant Stadium is roaring and humming in excitement, even as the sounds of an orchestra at the stage begin playing the soft tunes of “The Foggy Dew”.
Sinead O’Connor, in all her Irish glory, is lit by a spotlight that shines down on her in front of a microphone as she starts to sing the hymns of the folk song.
Behind them all, a throne begins to rise out from the stage. On this throne sits Conor McGregor with a crown on his head and a royal robe over his shoulders.
As the orchestra begins transitioning to the Irish remix of “Hypnotize”, Conor rises from his throne.
Once B.I.G. begins rapping, Conor throws his robe off. He stares ahead, a serious look on his face even as he begins hopping in place to the beat. A pair of flame pillars on the side of the stage lights up, shooting a pair of fire streams into the sky.
Conor gives a handshake and a hug to Sinead as they pass before making his way on down the ramp.
Chris Avery: The time has come. No more stalling. No more tactics. No more cheap shots or interruptions. The rematch…is upon us.Billy: It was 3 months ago when Conor met Max in the T-Mobile Arena right up the road. The two of them fought for three rounds, but it was the veteran in Conor who knocked out Max in the middle of the octagon. Conor continues his trek down the long ramp, high fiving a couple fans with the crown still on his head.
Chris Avery: But tonight, it is not a sanctioned MMA fight. It is not a brawl for UFC. It is a professional wrestling match, as sanctioned by Action Wrestling. And much like Conor had the advantage at UFC 272…this match has to favor Max. Billy: No doubt. If the nature of the match itself wasn’t enough, it was that stipulation that CONOR asked for. No Disqualifications. Conor reaches ringside, taking the steps onto the apron before entering the ring. He approaches the hard camera side, raising his fists to the sky. He then does his signature saunter around the ring to the crowd’s enjoyment.
Billy: Chris, we’ve called many of Max’s wars both in the Pure Division and in general his hardcore exploits. To say this favors Max would be an understatement. Chris Avery: On paper everything seems to be in Max’s favor. But the mental advantage, the psychological one, has to go to Conor. Conor takes his crown off, handing it to someone at ringside as “Hypnotize” fades away off the PA.
Conor does some shadow punches in the ring, awaiting his opponent.
We head to the stage where the lights go off.
A collection of radio static fills the stadium. As the radio starts to tune itself to find a station, we hear glimpses of
“Max—fuckin—Daemon!”,
“you think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?”,
“survivin…it’s what I do”,
“this is MY ring…MY rules”, before ending it on
“good night, sleep tight, don’t let the dead bite”.It was all a tease though as the static continues, leading directly into “Royal Flush” by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young.
The crowd already begins to boo even as Max Daemon steps onto the stage. He grips his clear cup of beer tight as he stares out at the 80,000 fans littered throughout. He finishes off the glass in hand before tossing it to his left. He makes the long trek down to the ring, ignoring the jeering members of the audience.
Billy: No smirk. He drank that glass and got on his way. Chris Avery: Something that’s kind’ve gone under the wayside here, but imagine the amount of desire Max has to actually BEAT Conor. We saw what happened when he LOST, the spiral he fell down into. Imagine how much he just wants to WIN tonight. Billy: We mentioned that the advantage in this match has to go to Max. With that look on his face, that certainty certainly went up. Max reaches ringside before too long. He hops onto the apron, jumping onto the nearest turnbuckle, his left foot on the top and his right on the middle. He looks out at the crowd, giving the hard camera a finger gun “shot.” He glances over at Conor, the two of them locking eyes.
Max unzips his hooded jacket, tossing it to the nearest cameraman. He hops down, giving a middle finger to Conor.
Billy: There’s that anger, that disrespect. Chris Avery: No love lost between these two, to say the least. The referee gets in between them, keeping them apart long enough for Max’s music to fade away.
Tracy Wolfson: Introducing, the famed ring announcer for Ultimate Fighting Championship…BRUCE…BUFFER! In the ring, Bruce Buffer stands in the middle, mic in hand. He begins his usual sermon.
Bruce Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen. This is...a professional wrestling match…scheduled for ONE FALL! And it is under…NO…DISQUALIFICATIONS! Bruce pauses to allow the fans to cheer.
Bruce Buffer: Presented by Pepsi. Sanctioned by the Nevada State Athletic Commission Director Jeff Mullen. Our commentators presenting the action for those at home: Billy and Chris Avery. When our action begins, the referee in charge of the ring: Joey Smiles. The referee bows once to the crowd.
Bruce Buffer: This bout is sponsored by DraftKings Sportsbook! And the Black Pyramid? Bruce shakes his head a few times before continuing.
Bruce Buffer: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND NOOOW! Here's where the crowd starts getting pumped up.
Bruce Buffer: For those in attendance! And Action Wrestling fans watching aroooound the world! THIS is the moment you've alllllll been waiting for! Liiive...from the sold-out...Allegiant Stadium in beautiful Paradise, Nevada! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT'S TIME! The crowd are going nuts ready for the fight. Conor is also starting to get impatient.
Bruce Buffer: ONE fall in an Action Wrestling sanctioned match at Evolution V! Introducing first, FIGHTING...out of the blue corner. He stands 5 feet, 8 inches tall. Weighing in at 179 and a half pounds. FIGHTING...out of a version of Baltimore, Marylaaaaaand! Presenting the first ever Pure Cup winner, the former AW Pure Champion, and the #16th rank wrestler in Action Wrestling's Top 100 of 2021! Presenting...! Max stands tall, a smirk finally showing on his face as he continues to stare at Conor despite the crowd’s incessant boos.
FUCK YOU DAEMON *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
FUCK YOU DAEMON *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
FUCK YOU DAEMON *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
FUCK YOU DAEMON *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*Bruce Buffer:...Max....fuckin...Daemoooooooon! He flips up both his middle fingers to Conor, the smirk on his face never leaving. Conor just continues to pace, never letting this get the best of him. As Max drops his deuces, Bruce continues.
Bruce Buffer: And now introducing his opponent, FIGHTING...out of the red corner. Making his professional wresting AND Action Wresting debut. He stands 5 feet, 9 inches tall. Weighing in at 156 and a half pounds. FIGHTING...out of Dublin's finesssst! Presenting the former UFC Featherweight and Lightweight Champion and the number 8 ranked lightweight worldwiiide! Presenting...! Conor stares a hole through Max from across the ring.
Bruce Buffer: The Notorious...Conor....McGregooooooor! Bruce lowers his mic, exiting the ring to allow the two men in it to have their stances.
After a bit of posturing, the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Chris Avery: And here we go. Billy: Max vs. McGregor II. Max and Conor step-up, meeting in the middle of the ring face-to-face. The crowd begin going nuts until eventually, Max goes for a foot stomp.
Billy: Whoa! Chris Avery: Legal. Conor moves his bare feet back, protected only by the tape around them. Max, however, has his usual Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. Max starts to chuckle even as Conor goes for a punch.
Billy: Whoa! Chris Avery: This isn’t a regular pro wrestling match. Conor’s already had a disadvantage from that. Max dodges and steps back, sending a pissed off Conor reeling into the ropes.
Chris Avery: And as you can see from that missed shot from an already frustrated Conor, this is No Disqualifications as well.
Billy: So any rules Conor might know or might’ve learned through training? That’s all out the window. Anything goes babey! Max stands in the middle of the ring, smirking over at Conor who charges once again. But again, Max ducks, sending Conor into the ropes. Max stands tall, flicking off Conor once more.
Chris Avery: And again, that disrespect.
Billy: The bird TRULY is the word with Max Daemom. Conor charges for a third time, but Max ducks down, grabbing Conor’s waist and going for a back suplex.
Chris Avery: He caught him. But Conor flips behind it. Max responds by spinning around with a chop to Conor’s chest.
Billy: Good reversal by Conor, but Max with the quick shot.
Max retaliates with another one, but Conor responds with a left jab.
Chris Avery: But there’s his bread and butter!
Seeing the opening, Conor goes for the right haymaker, but Max ducks, sliding out of the ring.
Chris Avery: THAT’S what Max needs to watch out for! Billy: It’s what left him on his ass the last time these two met.
Chis Avery: You know there’s wrestlers in the back watching this, hoping Max gets his again.
Max looks to enter the ring, but instead opts to ho down. He flings up the nearby skirt of the apron. He pulls out a table, upon which sets a kendo stick, a steel chair, and a cookie sheet.
Chris Avery: The tools of our trade. Billy: And of Max’s arsenal.
Max grabs the cookie sheet and steel chair, throwing those in the ring. He then grabs the kendo stick sliding in and wielding like his sword, spinning it in his hand as he stares at Conor.
Billy: Max is skilled with a blade. Chris Avery: Not that he’d need one, given the situation, but all the same, advantage to Max.
Conor looks a bit shaky, but still holds up his dukes.
Billy: Bringing fists to a knife fight? Really? Chris Avery: It’s the fight in him. Even against this situation, he’s going to fight. Max smirks as Conor goes for a punch. Max ducks and sends a kendo stick reeling into Conor’s ribs. Conor folds back but otherwise doesn’t back down.
Billy: I’ve taken that to my face. It hurts no matter how you slice it.
Chris Avery: Sames.
He goes for another shot, but again, Max ducks and sends the kendo stick into Conor’s back.
Chris Avery: That STING, that CHILL running up your spine from a kendo stick shot! This time, Conor waits, staring over at Max who smirks at him in challenge.
Billy: Oh but he’s learning. Chris Avery: He’s baiting. Max waits patiently, awaiting the shot that never comes. Max goes for a swing, but Conor ducks.
Chris Avery: Max might play the patient one, but we know he wants to end Conor and it might’ve just cost him! Max resets and goes for an overhead blow, but Conor again dodges. It sends the stick flying out of Max’s hands and bouncing on the canvas.
Billy: There goes the sword. Max turns around and is suddenly assaulted by a series of left and rights. Max backs up into the corner, trying and failing to block most of the shots.
Chris Avery: Lefts and rights, lefts and rights, taking all his frustration and anger out on Max.Billy: And no DQs mean the ref doesn’t need to step in.
Eventually, Conor stops. He turns around and grabs the kendo stick. He holds it up high, allowing the crowd to get their cheer in.
Chris Avery: Conor stepping into the fold now. Billy: He’s going to need to if he wants to win this. Conor charges, going for a shot to Max. But Max dodges! The kendo stick is sent flying out into the crowd.
Billy: Whoa! Look out! Chris Avery: A gift for Jimmy in the third row! Conor turns around and takes a shotgun dropkick that sends him reeling into the corner.
Chris Avery: Oh god! Spine first into the corner! Max kips up, landing on his feet and staring at Conor for a few moments. Max grabs the cookie sheet, turning around and blasting Conor in the face with it!
Billy: There’s the shot! Chris Avery: Conor’s taken a chair to the face before, but each weapon as its own special way of hurting you.
The metal on it is bent so Max sends it out of the ring. With Conor reeling from the blow, Max responds by grabbing his waist. Max then hits a high angle saito suplex that lands right on the top of Conor’s back.
Billy: Oof! That was pretty high angle there. Chris Avery: Ref might want to check on him. Max hooks the leg.
Ref: 1
2
KICKOUT
Billy: First pinfall of the match.
Chris Avery: And Conor unsure of when best to kick out. He needs to conserve his energy here.
Max rolls out of the ring. He looks under the apron before pulling out a metal sign that reads “NO PARKING.” He throws it in before joining it.
Billy: Why are these things anywhere near a wresting ring? Chris Avery: I’d assume Max would’ve placed all this stuff under there himself.
Max grips it tight, awaiting Conor’s rise. Once Conor does, he turns around, but DUCKS the metal sign to the face!
Chris Avery: Conor ducked it. Billy: Parking WILL be allowed! When Max turns around, Conor sends out a couple right hands before going for a harsh left. But Max ducks!
Chris Avery: And Max ducked! Billy: Conor relying on old reliable, but he’s gonna need a bit more than fists and holds to beat Max in THIS environment. Max grips Conor in a full nelson, quickly sending him back with a full nelson suplex!
Billy: SHITFIRE! A Dragon Suplex?! Chris Avery: Right on the back of Conor’s head! Max grabs the road sign. When Conor reaches his knees, Max sends a shot right into the back of Conor’s head!
Chris Avery: Whoa now! Billy: All legal!
Chris Avery: But the back of the head?! Come on, we’re not deathmatch wrestlers! Billy: Max, arguably, is now. Max rolls Conor over and hooks a leg.
Ref: 1
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KICKOUT
Max looks to the ropes. He hops onto the middle rope, going for a springboard moonsault, but Conor gets his knees up.
Billy: Max went for a lionsault, but Conor still in it enough to respond! Max takes the impact and bounces back, landing on his spine as he holds his ribs.
Chris Avery: Oh those knees hit flush RIGHT into his guts. Conor gingerly reaches his feet, holding the back of his head as he looks at Max.
Billy: Conor’s head, Max’s abdomen…Chris Avery: We’re not even 10 minutes into this thing. He suddenly scowls, deciding to rip off his MMA gloves and throw them out of the ring!
Chris Avery: Goin bare knuckles! Billy: Not a bad idea. Those gloves are a handicap for FIGHTERS. Conor is in a WRESTLING match. And a FIGHT with no handicaps. He cracks his knuckles and clenches them. When Max gets up, Conor sends a bare right fist into Max’s gut, and then another pair of lefts. Conor caps it off with a right fist to
Max’s chin which sends him to the mat!
Chris Avery: He might be out! Billy: That caught him flush! Conor pauses a few moments to register the situation.
Billy: Stop pausing, pin the man! Chris Avery: He’s not used to pinfalls! Conor flinches and falls down onto Max’s chest, gingerly hooking a leg.
Ref: 1
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KICKOUT
Max kicks out long before a three count.
Chris Avery: Ah, he took too much time. Billy: That’s the inexperience coming into play. Conor waits too long before grabbing Max, allowing him to reach his feet.
Chris Avery: Conor has something in mind. Conor goes a right fist, but Max grips the arm. Conor goes for a left, but Max ducks, grabbing Conor’s leg and hitting an exploder suplex that sends Conor back to the mat.
Billy: Oh man that exploder just hit hard! Chris Avery: Conor not used to being thrown around! Max falls onto Conor’s chest.
Ref: 1
2
KICKOUT
Chris Avery: Max not hooking the leg there. Max looks at the ref a moment before getting to his feet. He sends a roundhouse kick reeling into the back of Conor’s head!
Billy: And AGAIN to the back of the head! He then rolls out of the ring, flipping up another apron skirt. He pulls out two trash cans and a lid, throwing them in before joining them.
Chris Avery: Max again looking for some impact. With Conor on his hands and knees, Max grabs the trash can lid, swinging it down onto his back. He then tosses it aside and grab one of the trash cans.
Billy: Max not showing any quarter. Chris Avery: On Conor? No. Billy: On anybody? Chris Avery: Also no. Max sets up the trash can in a corner, so the opening is facing the ring. He then grabs the other trash can, waiting impatiently for his opponent to rise.
Billy: It’s like an 11% sale at Menards. Once he does, Max sends the shot overhead, slamming the can into Conor’s face and taking him back to the mat.
Billy: With the chaos that goes with it! Max flips the can around before grabbing Conor by the waist. He hoists the smaller man by the waist, hitting a deadlift German suplex onto the already crushed can!
Chris Avery: What strength by Max!
Billy: That deadlift German hit the back of Conor’s head ONTO that dented trash can!
Max holds the bridge.
Ref: 1
2
KICKOUT
Chris Avery: But Conor’s not done yet! Max kicks the can out of the ring before going for another springboard moonsault that this time hits.
Billy: NOW that lionsault hits! Max takes a few seconds to hold his ribs before hooking the leg.
Ref: 1
2
KICKOUT
Chris Avery: Max hooking the leg but took some time to tend to his hurt abdomen. Max shakes his head before grabbing the trash can lid. He then sets it up in another corner, wedging it in between the top and middle ropes.
Chris Avery: Max with some thoughts running through his mind. Thinking of something dangerous, no doubt. He turns back towards Conor, kicking him a few times around the back of the head.
Billy: Just making sure he’s down, even if it is disrespectful. After a third shot, Conor gets to his feet, staring down Max as they get nose-to-nose.
The crowd goes fuckin nuts!
Chris Avery: And Conor ain’t takin it no more! Eventually, Max piefaces Conor away. Conor goes for a right, but Max catches the eyes, gouging the hell out of them!
Billy: Oh man that ain’t beautiful, but it IS effective! Chris Avery: Max relying on dirty tactics. Billy: Max relying on what he needs to do to win. With Conor trying to regain his eyesight, Max boots his left knee. When Conor merely stumbles and doesn’t fall, Max dropkicks the right knee, sending Conor down to the mat.
Chris Avery: Max finally taking Conor back down. Billy: Literally right out at the knees. Max grabs Conor’s head, holding it up in the center of the ring so Conor is on both his knees.
Billy: Speaking of knees…Max maintains his grip before sending a knee reeling into Conner’s face.
Chris Avery: Oh god there’s the Ebony!
Max keeps him up before running to the ropes. On the rebound, he hits a knee to the back of Conor’s head.
Chris Avery: And the Ivory! Billy: Living in perfect harmony…
Max doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he opts to grab Conor by his head, forcing him to his feet.
Billy: Max wants to hurt Conor. This is about more than some fight he lost. Chris Avery: It is?
Billy: Okay it ISN’T, but to Max this is personal. He then grips the back of his head, sending Conor face first into a nearby top turnbuckle. Max turns Conor around, hitting a knife edge chop to his chest.
Chris Avery: Max with that chop. Billy, he took that loss at UFC 272 so personally he fell off the wagon almost as badly as Jayson Price. Billy: Yes, but at this point, it’s about proving that that loss isn’t as personal to him as it is. Max grips Conor’s chin, forcing him back up before hitting another chop.
Billy: It’s about hurting Conor. Maiming him. And ending this on HIS terms. Not done yet, Max grabs Conor’s arm, hitting an Irish whip that sends Conor reeling into the opposite turnbuckle.
Chris Avery: Oh man Conor hit hard—!But he charges! He hits a
Spear that sends Max to the mat! Conor starts unleashing right fists!
Billy: But he’s still in it!
Chris Avery: Conor going nuts off Max! Eventually, Max pushes him off. Both men reach their feet. Conor charges, but is met with a
Superkick!
Chris Avery: Oh god! Billy: Old reliable, back at it again. Conor collapses onto the mat, allowing Max to fall on him and hook a leg.
Ref: 1
2
KICKOUT
Chris Avery: Not quite! Max looks up at the ref in frustration.
Billy: Max and referees mix like oil and water, and this “Joey Smiles” guy is starting to mount some bad juju.
When the ref responds that it was a 2, Max rolls out of the ring. He grabs the table, sliding it into the ring. He isn’t done yet though.
Chris Avery: Max getting that table in. Billy: What’s on his mind though? What ingenious creation is he stirring up?
He goes to another side, flipping up the skirt. The camera doesn’t catch it at first, but then he pulls out a barbed wire baseball bat!
Chris Avery: Oh god! Billy: I retract my curiosity! This isn’t necessary! Chris Avery: Courtesy of Jack and David Hunter, Barbie is back in business! Max slides that into the ring before doing so himself.
Billy: Pain isn’t good enough, Max wants blood! Max goes for the table first, flipping it over and undoing the legs. Before he can flip it back over, he glances over at Conor.
Chris Avery: Conor! Do NOT get up! This is definitely not the time! The Notorious one is gripping the ropes, getting to his feet despite the obvious wooziness. Max sees this and shakes his head.
Billy: Whelp! He had a good run. He turns back around. Conor goes for a wild right hand, but Max ducks, catching him in a back suplex position.
Chris Avery: What the…?He lifts Conor, but instead of hitting the suplex, sends him
feet first onto the barbed wire bat!
Chris Avery: Oh god! Billy: Feet first onto the barbed wire! Chris Avery: And those feet are unprotected! There’s just tape on there! Billy: One of the things Conor should’ve learned is not to treat this like an MMA fight!
Conor starts to hop around, the pain on his feet evident for all. He manages to hop right back around to Max, who grabs the barbed wire bat and sends it swinging for Conor’s face!
Billy: Homerun!
It hits, and Conor collapses to the mat, gripping his now busted open face and writing in agony!
Chris Avery: Out of the park! Just like the skin on his forehead! Max waits patiently for Conor to turn over himself before sending the barbed wire directly into the wound!
Billy: And Max back at it! That barbed wire is tearing his flesh apart! Chris Avery: This is the kind of levels that Max has sunk to. He’s been tearing it up in CU:LT, and now he’s bringing that shit to Action Wresting! Conor shouts in anguish before Max slides the barbed wire across the face. He sets the bat down.
Billy: Disgusting. Effective, yes, but disgusting. He sees Conor trying to stand, so Max shakes his head. He hops to the middle rope nearest Conor. He springs off, hitting a tornado DDT that sends Conor back to the mat.
Chris Avery: That has to be it. Billy: If Conor were smart, that WOULD be it. Max turns over and hooks BOTH legs.
Ref: 1
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KICKOUT
Chris Avery: But he’s too damn proud!
Billy: Fuck your pride! The crowd goes nuts!
Max gets to his feet, staring a hole into the referee. The ref maintains his count, arguing with Max on the decision.
Chris Avery: It’s blowing over! Max is ready to smack the referee!
Billy: Wouldn’t be the first time he popped a ref, though now it’d be legal! Max shakes his head, pacing back and forth as Conor starts to reach his feet using the ropes once again.
Chris Avery: Max has to pull something outta the playbook. The usual hits aren’t doin it. Max sees this and approaches. Gingerly, Conor sends out a left fist. It collides with Max’s chin.
Billy: Oh that one hit! Max reels back, not anticipating Conor’s follow up right fist.
Chris Avery: Max is reeling. Conor’s got him on the ropes. Conor begins getting into it, sending out a few right fists. Then a left to the gut, then a right to the chin.
Chris Avery: Right, right, left, right! Billy: Konami code on Max’s face!
Suddenly, Conor starts getting into it, ignoring the blood on his face as he begins to unleash a series of rights and lefts.
Chris Avery: And there’s the adrenaline! Shot after shot to Max!
Soon, Conor finds himself nailing a left jab and a
right haymaker that sends Max to the mat!
Billy: Oh! That’ll do it! Max is out! Chris Avery: The blow that knocked Max out in their last fight! Conor flies back from the blow, collapsing into the ropes and leaving Max vulnerable!
Billy: Ah but the adrenaline’s wearing off! Conor sees the positioning and slowly starts to crawl over to his opponent.
Chris Avery: If he can make it in time, this could be it. Max is not moving. After a few seconds of getting there, he hooks a leg and covers the chest.
Ref: 1
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SHOULDER UP
The camera catches Max JUST waking up from what was clearly unconsciousness!
Billy: But Max wakes up just in time.
Chris Avery: If Conor wasn’t bleeding buckets all over our ring, that could’ve been it. Max is shocked and flustered, even as Conor forces him to his feet.
Chris Avery: Hell, I don’t think MAX expected to kickout. Conor and Max have another face-off, but this time, Conor goes for a wild right!
Billy: Face-to-face, once agai—!Max responds with a kick to the balls before it can even reach him!
Billy: Oh for fuck—
Chris Avery: An Attack to the Groinal Region! Billy: Yes, it IS just a kick to the dick!
Conor collapses into Max’s chest, holding his family jewels tight in agony.
Billy: Legal, but quite unfortunate! Chris Avery: Max pulling out everything in his arsenal! Whatever works to keep Conor reeling! Max shakes his head, a small smirk crossing his face despite the obvious frustration.
Billy: Oh I don’t like that smirk…He turns Conor around, hooking him under his left in a dragon sleeper position.
Chris Avery: This is it. The camera catches what Max says
“you wanna end this? Then we’ll end it.”Chris Avery: Max going for the Devil Trigger! Max nods once before leaping, going for the backstabber—!
That never comes! Conor holds on, gripping Max on his shoulder in a powerslam position.
Billy: What strength! How?! Chris Avery: Max tried for the Devil Trigger, but Conor’s keeping him off the mat!
Conor’s knees begin to buckle, but he maintains the load on his shoulder!
Billy: He’s weakening! Chris Avery: The shots to his head, the blood pouring down his body, but Conor is STILL STANDING! Conor charges forward, sending Max flying face first like a
pole vault into the trash can lid he set up in the corner earlier!
Billy: Chekov says hi! Max backs up, reeling from the blow. Conor grips the back of his head and his skinny jeans.
Chris Avery: Chekov better stick around a second! With a smirk of his own, covered in blood, he sends Max careening into the trash can lid he set up in the opposite corner!
Max flies into the trash can!
Billy: Conor takin out the trash! Conor looks around before grabbing the barbed wire baseball bat. He gingerly holds it up, wary of the barbed wire.
Chris Avery: Speaking of uneasy moves, Conor going for the hardcore style himself. Billy: Whatever it takes to keep Max down. Max steps out of the corner, the trash can still over his head. Conor swings for the fences, sending the bat into the trash can and sending Max to the mat!
Chris Avery: Max still inside the trash can! Conor grips the baseball bat and sends three more shots into the trash can, denting it and definitely hurting Max some more!
Billy: Well that’s gonna leave a bruise!
Conor drops the bat and hooks a leg.
Chris Avery: Max’s arms are trapped! Ref: 1
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Max manages to roll the trash can off the mat!
Billy: But he STILL finds a way! Conor steps back, grabbing the barbed wire bat and standing up.
Chris Avery: Conor stepping back to the plate! Max rolls around, getting the trash can off of him.
Billy: But now Max is free!
He gets up, walking around to notice Conor charging with the bat!
Chris Avery: Look ou—!But Max ducks! The bat hits the mat and rolls out of the ring as Max leaps onto Conor’s shoulders.
Billy: Whoa! He then hits a reverserana that sends Conor onto the back of his head!
Billy: SHITFIRE! What a poisonrana! Chris Avery: Right to the already injured and crimson head!
Conor flies into the ropes, reaching his feet off momentum alone.
Billy: That flung him around 360!
Max charges, clotheslining Conor over the top and out of the ring.
Chris Avery: And now we’re headed to an uninhibited domain. Max pushes his hands through his hair. He looks around a few moments before focusing on the table.
Billy: Headin back to that table.
He lifts the legs up, locking them in place before flipping the table over. He sets it up perpendicular to the nearest turnbuckle.
Chris Avery: Max has big plans for that piece of hardware. With a smirk towards the hard camera, Max looks outside of the ring. He charges towards the turnbuckle with the table NOT in front of it, leaping to the top rope.
Billy: What athleticism!
Chris Avery: High risk, all reward! He maintains his balance, staring down and waiting as Conor reaches his feet. Max then does a flip, hitting a
shooting star press into a DDT ONTO THE FLOOR!
Chris Avery: Osiris! That was the Osiris! Billy: That shooting star press DDT might’ve just knocked Conor out! Conor isn’t moving, even as Max gets to his feet. He leans against the apron, taking some time to flip off the hard camera with a smirk on his face.
Billy: We haven’t seen the Osiris in a while!
Chris Avery: It’s Evolution! The biggest stage for the biggest moments!
Max takes a couple more moments to insult some members of the audiences.
Chris Avery: He’s wasting time! Conor is out! Billy: He’s stalling! He’s messing with the fans when the victory is right there! Eventually, Max grabs Conor, forcing him to his knees.
Chris Avery: That’s dead weight. Billy: Yeah, Conor is not in a good way.
With a grunt, Max forces Conor up, grabbing him by the back of his MMA trunks and head. He then sends Conor flying shoulder first into the nearby steel steps!
Chris Avery: Oh god those steps just went flying. The impact causes Conor to collapse to the floor and the top portion to go flying off.
Billy: How much more can Conor take? Max sees what’s on the bottom portion.
And so do Chris and Billy.
Chris Avery: Oh what the hell…?
Billy: Who the hell put that there?! Max approaches, kicking Conor in the gut along the way.
Billy: Don’t do it Max! Chris Avery: This is too far, even for Evolution! Max reaches down and grabs the lighter fluid and zippo! He lifts them up and looks at them like he would a woman.
Billy: Max lookin like a man possessed.
Chris Avery: Or a man in lust! Max sets the objects of his desire onto the apron. He then forces Conor to his feet once again.
Billy: Conor’s still not moving! A considerable effort is made, but eventually, Max throws Conor back into the ring.
Chris Avery: This might be the end of it! Billy: I certainly hope so! Max joins him soon after, getting to his feet and looking around at the audience.
The hard camera goes wide and sees the ever booing crowd.
DAEMON SUCKS
DAEMON SUCKS
DAEMON SUCKS
DAEMON SUCKSMax waves them off with a smirk. He then forces Conor up, maintaining his grip in a front chancery.
Billy: If Coach Conlon saw Max now, you bet your ass he’d be smiling! Max forces them over to the corner nearest the table. With some more effort, Max uses a suplex to set Conor onto the top rope. He sags over, but Max keeps him from falling off.
Chris Avery: That bloodloss from Conor might’ve just caught up with him. Billy: Conor’s in a bad way…and it might just be getting worse.
With Conor in place, Max grabs the lighter fluid and zippo. He undoes the lid and starts pouring everything he can onto every inch of the table.
Chris Avery: THIS is how far Max will go? Just to get a win over Conor? Billy: Max has gone to WAR with a guy like Johnny Bacchus, who Max professes to HATE. Max doesn’t HATE Conor McGregor, but he’ll do what he has to to beat him!
Once the lighter fluid is empty, Max tosses it away. He then undoes the zippo, lighting it up.
Billy: It’s not too late Max!
Chris Avery: Don’t do it! Max sets the table on fire! He tosses the zippo away as the fire roars,
setting the table ablaze!
Chris Avery: Good god!
Billy: To steal an expression from Jimmy: mamma fuckin mia!
Max dodges the fire, climbing the turnbuckle, punching Conor along the way.
Chris Avery: I can feel that heat from here! Billy: We’re lucky this is a stadium! That smoke is billowing everywhere!Once he is where he wants him, Max hooks the arm, going for a suplex!
Billy: This might be the end of Conor’s MMA career!
Chris Avery: This might be the end of Conor’s LIFE! Before Max can go for the killing blow, Conor grips the top turnbuckle. Max goes again, but still, Conor maintains his grip.
Chris Avery: But he’s not dead yet!
Billy: Yet being the optimal word there! Conor sends a couple right fists into Max’s still somewhat pained ribs.
Chris Avery: Smart! He’s going after the ribs! After a couple more shots, Max loosens his grip enough for Conor to send a right fist into his face.
Billy: And then back at that damaged chin! Conor keeps Max from falling, but it’s obvious he’s not all there.
Chris Avery: Conor damn near let Max fall!
Billy: He should’ve let him!
Conor sees the positioning and shoves Max over!
Chris Avery: Holy shit—!
But Max moonsaults over the table! He lands on his feet, his face mere INCHES from the fire!
Billy: Max was so close his eyebrows might’ve burnt off! Chris Avery: More like his eyelashes! Max’s eyes are wide. He stumbles around a bit to try and maintain himself as if his life flashed before his eyes.
Conor readjusts, standing on the top rope.
Billy: Conor what are you doing?! Max sees Conor over the flames, but Conor’s eyesight might be blurred from the blood and smoke. He doesn’t see Max grip the chair.
Chris Avery: He’s diving into the fire here!
Billy: In more than one way! Conor dives, jumping over the fire and going for a crossbody—but Max
slams the steel chair into his face!
Chris Avery: That chair! Billy: Something Conor is intimately familiar with!
Conor hits the mat while Max slides the chair away.
Chris Avery: Max still managing to survive! Billy: That IS what he does! Chris Avery: And every bit of it done to Conor! Shaking his head, Max grabs Conor by the back of the trunks. He forces Conor up, once again more akin to an unmoving corpse.
Billy: Max managing to move McGregor despite him belonging to a morgue right about now. Max keeps Conor in a back suplex position, dragging him over towards the same turnbuckle.
Chris Avery: Are you serious?! He isn’t done yet, even as he puts Conor back on the top rope.
Billy: Max REALLY wanting Conor to go through that fire!
Max then exits the ring, climbing the turnbuckle on the outside and gripping Conor in a front chancery. Once Max is standing gingery on the turnbuckle itself and the post, he looks up.
Chris Avery: Don’t do it Max! He shouts out
“he’s done!”Billy: Nooo!
Max jumps out, turning around and going for a DDT!
Or that was the plan! Conor locks his legs on the ropes, sending Max
flying face and chest first THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!
Billy: In the most literal sense: HOLY SHITFIRE! HO—LY SHIT!
HO—LY SHIT!
HO—LY SHIT!
HO—LY SHIT!Chris Avery: Max went for the DDT through flames, but Conor held on! Max writhes around on the mat as the production crew sends out some fire extinguishers. Any remnants of flames on the now charred and broken table are put out as well as any that are left on Max himself.
Billy: Conor avoided disaster there! Max just about burned his own flesh!
Max rolls around, his wifebeater now burnt off of him. He throws it aside as he begins to groan in pain.
Chris Avery: If that wifebeater is the worst thing done to him, he’d be lucky.
Conor hops off the turnbuckle, stumbling around the ring a few moments.
Billy: Conor now looking for some offense…It seems like he blindly misses Max, even managing to roll through the top and middle rope to the outside.
Chris Avery: I think he’s too dazed from the blood loss.
Billy: It’s not lost. It’s just all over his body and covering the ring and floor.
Conor lands on his feet through, standing near the steel steps he DIDN’T go through earlier. Conor collides with them, his hands keeping himself up.
Chris Avery: He’s out of it. He throws off the top portion of the steel steps, revealing a
pair of brass knuckles!
Billy: Or not! Conor grips both of them, lifting them up to show to the world.
Chris Avery: Conor wants to knock Max’s head clean off his shoulders! Conor slides back into the ring, the camera focusing on him as he puts BOTH pairs on!
Billy: And he might just have his way! He clinks them together with his fists before raising them up.
There is much rejoicing.
Chris Avery: Yeah! Let’s fuckin g—!He stops when the camera catches Roddy Zalez perched on the top rope!
Chris Avery: What the hell…?Conor is confused as Roddy just sits there. He is still wearing his wrestling attire from his match earlier, but the smirk on his face is telling.
Billy: Roddy’s from CruiserClash! Why is he interfering now?! Conor stares on, ready for a fight either way, but Roddy doesn’t move from his perch.
Chris Avery: We saw him compete in Bunga’s Invitational earlier in the night! Why is he back out here?! Conor hears something behind him and turns around to catch Doc Knockem standing by the ring! He’s dressed in his usual three-piece suit, cowboy hat, and shades.
Billy: And that’s Doc Knockem, Roddy’s heavy! Chris Avery: Oh god, where’s the creepy teenager? Conor is uncaring. He’s ready to go to blows and knock out whoever is next.
Chris Avery: He’ll fight anybody! The distraction by Doc is enough for Max to use the steel chair to get to his feet. He unfolds it, the seated portion right behind Conor.
Billy: But he needs to focus on Max! Doc takes one step forward, distracting Conor long enough for Max to spring onto the middle rope and hit a
springboard moonsault DDT that sends Conor back first THROUGH THE STEEL CHAIR!
Chris Avery: Oh god! Almost a modified Devil Trigger through the chair! Billy: Thanks to the Rulers’ distraction!
Max shoves the chair out of the way and hooks the leg!
Ref: 1
2
3!
DING DING DING
Max rolls off Conor, exiting the ring even as his music begins to play.
Bruce Buffer: The winner of the match: MAX…F’N…DAEMON! Max smirks, the referee raising his hand as Max begins to make his way to the back.
Chris Avery: Max wins the rematch, but the story is about The Rulers! Billy: Max survived the night, but he didn’t do it alone! His music soon fades away as Roddy hops off the top rope.
Chris Avery: We need to clean the ring up, and the winner of the match just got the hell outta dodge! We hear a noise at ringside, and we can see Kitsumi with a sick smile on her face as she drags the top portion of the steps towards the ring. She is also still wearing her wrestling attire from earlier.
Billy: There she is. Chris Avery: And she’s got that sick smile on her face! Doc is right there as he helps her drag it under the bottom rope. Kitsumi hops onto the apron and enters through the middle and bottom ropes while Doc remains outside in order to get the bottom portion of the steel steps into the ring.
Chris Avery: What the hell are they planning?! Billy: Was this their gambit?!
Once both steps are inside, Doc sets up the steps so they are together in the middle of the ring.
Billy: If so, why?! Conor, pretty much out of it completely between the blood loss and the impact his back just took, puts up no fight as Roddy picks him up off the mat.
Chris Avery: Conor’s gone, he’s no longer conscious!
Roddy looks Conor in the eyes a few moments before sending a resounding slap that turns Conor around.
Billy: Oh wow that slap might’ve woken him up! Roddy steps back as Doc unleashes a right elbow to the back of his head!
Chris Avery: But that elbow might’ve just knocked hm out again! A still defenseless falls into Kitsumi’s grasp, locking him in the guillotine!
Chris Avery: That’s the Drowned in Love! Billy: I don’t think that’s the end of it, Chris…Roddy stands tall for a few seconds before sending the Superkick flying to the back of Conor’s head! Conor is sent face first into the steel steps with a DDT!
Chris Avery: And there’s the Lovely Dynasty! Kitsumi rolls Conor off of him. She stands up, stepping onto the top portion of the steps. Roddy falls in front of her while Doc takes post.
All three of them stare off into the hard camera. The last thing we see before fading to a commercial for AW Network is Conor at their feet and them in a line, contrasted with Kitsumi’s sick smile, Roddy’s cocky smirk, and Doc’s neutral expression.
Chris Avery: But why?! Why the hell did The Rulers of Our Kind attack Conor?! Billy: Better question: what the hell does this mean for THEM?! Chris Avery: This is a move by this trio that will have repercussions like no other!