Post by Max f'n Daemon on Aug 21, 2022 12:02:54 GMT -5
Max Daemon is seen looking down on his phone. The sounds of Daemon’s match last week against Vebbins is heard.
Behind him, we see Doc Knockem digging one grave while Roddy Zalez digs another. Men have their suits jackets and vests respectively taken off and their dress shirts rolled up. Kitsumi just skips merrily around both plots of land.
As Max pins Azurine and the bell rings, Max puts his phone away, glancing up.
“Let’s talk about debuts.
Last week I made my CruiserClash debut against Azurine and promptly humiliated her like the waste of contract she is.
And in the next week, I find myself in the main event.
Last week, Dorian Bateman made his AW debut and beat…who the fuck is Kevin Jay?
Fuckin somehow, in the next week, Dorian finds himself in the main event.
And then there’s Zara. Her debut is irrelevant, much like any match she deigns ta' actually participate in. Her interviews are consistently terrible and her continued arrogance in the face of mediocrity would be a testament ta’ her drive if it also wasn’t accompanied by her own failure ta' stand out for more than a week at a time.
I dunno what sorta crack Joey was snortin or what kinda whiskey he was kickin away at ta’ decide ta’ give her a spot in the main event, but clearly this was meant as a test.
Not for Bateman, sure as shit not for Zara, but for me.
A test of my patience.
Somethin that Joey has quickly eradicated.
But let’s get back ta' debuts.”
Roddy tosses his shovel out of his hole, joining it right after.
“I proved, in my AW debut, how fuckin great I am.
In my second match, I won the Pure Championship and proceeded ta’ put it on the map so the likes of Johnny-boy could elevate it even higher.
Bateman beat…seriously, who the fuck is Kevin Jay?!
He debuted last week too?!
Joey Bunga gave two untested wrestlers a spot on his show ta' both debut?!
Bateman beat another fuckin rookie on live television?!
What the fuck Joey?”
Doc throws his own shovel out of his hole, nailing Roddy in the back of the head, sending the Young Dynasty backwards into the grave. Doc peeks out and grimaces.
"A rookie and an untested wrestler get main event spots?!
Zara can speak nothings all she wants, Bateman can dream the fuck on.
Cause in his dreams, anything is possible.
In his dreams, he could win this week.
In his dreams, he could go on ta’ be the best Cruiserweight ever, which is tantamount ta’ bein the fattest kid in Diet School.
In his dreams, Bateman could finally feel the tender touch of a lover, cause quite frankly, who the fuck would want ta’ deal with somebody arrogant enough ta' rely on dreams?
Dreams aren’t reality.
They’re a fiction made up by one’s mind ta’ try and cope and distract from actual, factual reality.”
Doc hops out of his hole, immediately diving into the other one to help Roddy.
“I deal in truths, Bateman.
There are three truths we’re dealin with.
One: Zara ain’t shit. She will never be shit. She can have her interviews, her promo time, say what she wants ta' build herself up. The result will be the same no matter how arrogant she is.
A loss ta’ me.
Two: in the real world, Bateman, you’re not better than me. You’re a fuckin rookie, and I am perfectly willin ta’ outclass ya'. Shit, you’re a rookie lucky enough ta’ be in the main event and a Cruiserweight on top of that. And now you’re in my way?
You'll be lucky ta' be walkin after I'm done with ya'.
Three: I’m Max fuckin Daemon.
A superstar on a world tour, makin big bucks ta' beat pieces of shit like you as if they’re nothin.
Because as you’ll find out come CruiserClash?
Both of ya' are."
Max steps away from the tree. Kitsumi follows him, skipping after his trail. Doc drags Roddy out of the grave by his legs, pulling him along and revealing the two tombstones.
Behind him, we see Doc Knockem digging one grave while Roddy Zalez digs another. Men have their suits jackets and vests respectively taken off and their dress shirts rolled up. Kitsumi just skips merrily around both plots of land.
As Max pins Azurine and the bell rings, Max puts his phone away, glancing up.
“Let’s talk about debuts.
Last week I made my CruiserClash debut against Azurine and promptly humiliated her like the waste of contract she is.
And in the next week, I find myself in the main event.
Last week, Dorian Bateman made his AW debut and beat…who the fuck is Kevin Jay?
Fuckin somehow, in the next week, Dorian finds himself in the main event.
And then there’s Zara. Her debut is irrelevant, much like any match she deigns ta' actually participate in. Her interviews are consistently terrible and her continued arrogance in the face of mediocrity would be a testament ta’ her drive if it also wasn’t accompanied by her own failure ta' stand out for more than a week at a time.
I dunno what sorta crack Joey was snortin or what kinda whiskey he was kickin away at ta’ decide ta’ give her a spot in the main event, but clearly this was meant as a test.
Not for Bateman, sure as shit not for Zara, but for me.
A test of my patience.
Somethin that Joey has quickly eradicated.
But let’s get back ta' debuts.”
Roddy tosses his shovel out of his hole, joining it right after.
“I proved, in my AW debut, how fuckin great I am.
In my second match, I won the Pure Championship and proceeded ta’ put it on the map so the likes of Johnny-boy could elevate it even higher.
Bateman beat…seriously, who the fuck is Kevin Jay?!
He debuted last week too?!
Joey Bunga gave two untested wrestlers a spot on his show ta' both debut?!
Bateman beat another fuckin rookie on live television?!
What the fuck Joey?”
Doc throws his own shovel out of his hole, nailing Roddy in the back of the head, sending the Young Dynasty backwards into the grave. Doc peeks out and grimaces.
"A rookie and an untested wrestler get main event spots?!
Zara can speak nothings all she wants, Bateman can dream the fuck on.
Cause in his dreams, anything is possible.
In his dreams, he could win this week.
In his dreams, he could go on ta’ be the best Cruiserweight ever, which is tantamount ta’ bein the fattest kid in Diet School.
In his dreams, Bateman could finally feel the tender touch of a lover, cause quite frankly, who the fuck would want ta’ deal with somebody arrogant enough ta' rely on dreams?
Dreams aren’t reality.
They’re a fiction made up by one’s mind ta’ try and cope and distract from actual, factual reality.”
Doc hops out of his hole, immediately diving into the other one to help Roddy.
“I deal in truths, Bateman.
There are three truths we’re dealin with.
One: Zara ain’t shit. She will never be shit. She can have her interviews, her promo time, say what she wants ta' build herself up. The result will be the same no matter how arrogant she is.
A loss ta’ me.
Two: in the real world, Bateman, you’re not better than me. You’re a fuckin rookie, and I am perfectly willin ta’ outclass ya'. Shit, you’re a rookie lucky enough ta’ be in the main event and a Cruiserweight on top of that. And now you’re in my way?
You'll be lucky ta' be walkin after I'm done with ya'.
Three: I’m Max fuckin Daemon.
A superstar on a world tour, makin big bucks ta' beat pieces of shit like you as if they’re nothin.
Because as you’ll find out come CruiserClash?
Both of ya' are."
Max steps away from the tree. Kitsumi follows him, skipping after his trail. Doc drags Roddy out of the grave by his legs, pulling him along and revealing the two tombstones.
