I Believe You Can Get Me Through the Night (CW 3-way)
Aug 28, 2022 12:59:50 GMT -5
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Post by Max f'n Daemon on Aug 28, 2022 12:59:50 GMT -5
Max Daemon looks out his Maryland house window, looking at the stars outside with a smirk on his face. He’s wearing only a pair of skinny jeans.
“Let’s talk about dreams.”
Max looks behind him to the redheaded beauty sleeping in his bed.
“Right now, the mistress of most evil is sleepin idly in my bed. She’s dreamin away at conquerin the universe or 1000 years of darkness. Maybe perhaps she’s dreamin about destroyin her enemies or gainin all her powers back. I don’t know, that smile could mean anythin.”
Max turns to look back out the window.
“But me? What do I dream about?
I dream about an Action Wrestling that respects its superstars.
I dream about an Action Wrestling that is fair and just and not beholden by the pettiness of its various authority figures.
I dream about an Action Wrestling where people like me or Roddy or Kitsumi or Doc can finally get what they deserve and not be screwed by titles taken from them or shoddy officiatin or…
…not even being pinned to lose a match.”
Max wipes his right hand through his matted hair.
“Dorian made an impression on AW last week when he picked up the win against someone like Zara.
I bet he thinks it’s impressive and that he’s makin his mark.
Well, as a fellow roster member who made big waves upon enterin and let everyone know I was legit, take it from me when I tell you ‘Dreamweaver.’
Nobody’s impressed.
Ya' won a main event match on CruiserClash, and yet nobody’s talkin about ya’.
Nobody’s curious about what Dorian’s gonna do next, because quite frankly, nobody cares.
You can dream all ya’ want, Dorian. Take your time and hope that your dreams will come true, because quite frankly, that’s the only place you’ll ever find true satisfaction.”
Max turns back around, approaching the sleeping woman. He plays with a couple locks of her hair.
“Of course, not that Vicente is any better. While I walked out of Evolution beatin the best fighter in the world and became the focus everyone needed, Vicente passed out like a little bitch.
And where’s he been since?
Week after week after week he’s given nobody after nobody until finally, he earns a shot at Teo Blaze’s Cruiserweight Title. Fuckin somehow.
But instead of takin advantage of an opportunity? He blows it.
He chokes, not dissimilar ta' how he did at Evolution.
And how does he recover from such a loss?
He’s fed Azzy the followin week. And predictably, he beats her.
That isn’t an accomplishment, Lazzy.
Meanwhile, in order ta' put all of us on the card, Joey decides ta' book us in yet another 3-way match, as if Dorian and I on our own weren’t enough ta' sell it.
Nah, gotta force someone like Lazzy in there ta’ try and make the match quality worse.
I can’t tell what’s better, bein the one forced inta’ a match or bein the one ta’ lose it.
Lazzy would definitely quality for ‘em both.”
Max lets the woman’s hair go. He walks to the other side of the bed, lying down into it and allowing the woman to hug his torso.
“I’m sure ya’ both have dreams. Ya’ both have desires, wishes, whatever metaphysical desire ya’ wanna grasp at.
Lazzy wants ta' become relevant in a sea of otherwise irrelevance he finds himself drownin in. Unfortunate for him, though, seein how he’s fightin against me.
Dorian wants ta' weave dreams and control ‘em, maybe? He’s still too new ta’ really grasp what he actually wants, but none of it’ll matter. After I beat him come Uprising, the only thing people will remember Dorian for is his theme song.
As for me?
Well.
I’m Max fuckin Daemon.
My dreams are cut and dry. I’ve laid ‘em all out for ya’ since Evolution. And now? As Uprising is on the horizon?
The only thing different about ‘em is the complete erasure of Dorian from my life.
I don’t care whether I pin him or Lazzy, the result will be the same.
I bid ‘em both sweet dreams as I choke ‘em or knock ‘em unconscious.”
“Let’s talk about dreams.”
Max looks behind him to the redheaded beauty sleeping in his bed.
“Right now, the mistress of most evil is sleepin idly in my bed. She’s dreamin away at conquerin the universe or 1000 years of darkness. Maybe perhaps she’s dreamin about destroyin her enemies or gainin all her powers back. I don’t know, that smile could mean anythin.”
Max turns to look back out the window.
“But me? What do I dream about?
I dream about an Action Wrestling that respects its superstars.
I dream about an Action Wrestling that is fair and just and not beholden by the pettiness of its various authority figures.
I dream about an Action Wrestling where people like me or Roddy or Kitsumi or Doc can finally get what they deserve and not be screwed by titles taken from them or shoddy officiatin or…
…not even being pinned to lose a match.”
Max wipes his right hand through his matted hair.
“Dorian made an impression on AW last week when he picked up the win against someone like Zara.
I bet he thinks it’s impressive and that he’s makin his mark.
Well, as a fellow roster member who made big waves upon enterin and let everyone know I was legit, take it from me when I tell you ‘Dreamweaver.’
Nobody’s impressed.
Ya' won a main event match on CruiserClash, and yet nobody’s talkin about ya’.
Nobody’s curious about what Dorian’s gonna do next, because quite frankly, nobody cares.
You can dream all ya’ want, Dorian. Take your time and hope that your dreams will come true, because quite frankly, that’s the only place you’ll ever find true satisfaction.”
Max turns back around, approaching the sleeping woman. He plays with a couple locks of her hair.
“Of course, not that Vicente is any better. While I walked out of Evolution beatin the best fighter in the world and became the focus everyone needed, Vicente passed out like a little bitch.
And where’s he been since?
Week after week after week he’s given nobody after nobody until finally, he earns a shot at Teo Blaze’s Cruiserweight Title. Fuckin somehow.
But instead of takin advantage of an opportunity? He blows it.
He chokes, not dissimilar ta' how he did at Evolution.
And how does he recover from such a loss?
He’s fed Azzy the followin week. And predictably, he beats her.
That isn’t an accomplishment, Lazzy.
Meanwhile, in order ta' put all of us on the card, Joey decides ta' book us in yet another 3-way match, as if Dorian and I on our own weren’t enough ta' sell it.
Nah, gotta force someone like Lazzy in there ta’ try and make the match quality worse.
I can’t tell what’s better, bein the one forced inta’ a match or bein the one ta’ lose it.
Lazzy would definitely quality for ‘em both.”
Max lets the woman’s hair go. He walks to the other side of the bed, lying down into it and allowing the woman to hug his torso.
“I’m sure ya’ both have dreams. Ya’ both have desires, wishes, whatever metaphysical desire ya’ wanna grasp at.
Lazzy wants ta' become relevant in a sea of otherwise irrelevance he finds himself drownin in. Unfortunate for him, though, seein how he’s fightin against me.
Dorian wants ta' weave dreams and control ‘em, maybe? He’s still too new ta’ really grasp what he actually wants, but none of it’ll matter. After I beat him come Uprising, the only thing people will remember Dorian for is his theme song.
As for me?
Well.
I’m Max fuckin Daemon.
My dreams are cut and dry. I’ve laid ‘em all out for ya’ since Evolution. And now? As Uprising is on the horizon?
The only thing different about ‘em is the complete erasure of Dorian from my life.
I don’t care whether I pin him or Lazzy, the result will be the same.
I bid ‘em both sweet dreams as I choke ‘em or knock ‘em unconscious.”
