Post by Max f'n Daemon on Oct 9, 2022 12:51:24 GMT -5
The eyes of Max Daemon are closed as he leans idly. The room surrounding him is as white as possible.
His eyes open.
He starts to walk the room. He passes Doc Knockem who is in a brawl. Various bodies form out of thin air to forever fall unconscious from Doc's punches.
“Dreams can help someone. They’re nice ta' think about when you’re asleep at night or when ya' aspire ta' become somethin greater.
Dreams can give hope. When somebody is at their lowest, ya' can still remember what ya' dreamt of as ya' closed your eyes and think of happier times than the shit situation you’re in.
Dreams…dreams can hinder. Hurt. Harm.
Dorian, I have dreamt many times.
I dream about gold.”
Flashes of his Pure Title and his brief Television Title wins flash across the screen.
“I dream about victory.”
Max’s victory over Conor at Evolution and winning the Tokyo Cup flash.
“I dream about your end.”
Max passes by Kitsumi who is seen with a wide, sincere smile on her veil covered face. Her white dress contrasts the black tuxedo on what is meant to be Aisuru standing next to her.
“Dorian, ya' are at a disadvantage. The four of us? All of the Dirge? We’re full time professional wrestlers. We’re established talent and have proven countless times how damn good we are at this.
You and your…’dreamers’?
Untested.
Untrained.
Unable ta' keep us down.
Ya’ve beaten me before. Congratulations. I’m real happy for ya’.
But ya' can’t beat death. And you know your final bell tolls just as much as AW's does.
There is no end more final than death, and there will be no end ta' this more final than this Cage Match.
Six people will be locked in, three people will escape.
But only one team can say their dream was fulfilled.
And with your limited time in AW and your teammates, plucked from nothin and chosen by you for this battle, I have a hard fuckin time seein your dream come true.
Your dream of success.
Victory.
Defeatin me once again.”
Max next passes Roddy Zalez sitting on a throne. He has a diamond crown on his head and is surrounded at his feet by various people, all prostrating to his arrogant smirk.
“Ya' made this visage of bein a Dreamweaver because ya' can’t handle what happens in real life. Ya' can’t handle the idea of things not workin for ya’, of your dreams becomin false prophecies, so ya' became a ‘dream weaver’ ta' try and change the game.
But what ya' failed ta’ realize is that, while dreams are nice, that they’re a great escape…”
He stops walking. He snaps his fingers and the room turns black. The Rulers approach with scowls on their face and their clothes returned to their standard in-ring attire.
“…it’s all fake.
Dreams…are not reality.
And reality will hit ya’ like a Superkick ta' the face or a kick to the dick.
Because in your dreams, ya’ can imagine you and your ‘Dreamers’ winnin this war, but between your own lack of experience in AW and your partners' own rookie status, in addition ta’ our continued experience at bein the best fuckin thing goin on this B-show…
…well…ya’ just can’t fuckin compare, can ya’?”
Max looks over his shoulder at the last remnants of white. A few Maxes are seen.
One is holding the hand of Trudy Lindsbergh.
Another is holding the hand of Haven.
A third one has his arms around his sister and father.
And a final fourth one has the AW World Title in their grasp.
“The biggest difference between us and actually pretty simple, Dorian…”
Max turns back. The aforementioned area vanishes.
“…ya' hide in your dreams, losin yourself ta' the reality occurring behind your closed eyes.
Me?
I’m willin ta' give up my dreams if it means comin out on top.
With the exception of one.”
The camera zooms out and we can see Max placing a foot on a grave.
“Your dirge playing in the form of the reaper.
Word of advice?
Don’t fear the reaper.
Fear the Dirge.”
The camera turns to see the grave's tombstone.
His eyes open.
He starts to walk the room. He passes Doc Knockem who is in a brawl. Various bodies form out of thin air to forever fall unconscious from Doc's punches.
“Dreams can help someone. They’re nice ta' think about when you’re asleep at night or when ya' aspire ta' become somethin greater.
Dreams can give hope. When somebody is at their lowest, ya' can still remember what ya' dreamt of as ya' closed your eyes and think of happier times than the shit situation you’re in.
Dreams…dreams can hinder. Hurt. Harm.
Dorian, I have dreamt many times.
I dream about gold.”
Flashes of his Pure Title and his brief Television Title wins flash across the screen.
“I dream about victory.”
Max’s victory over Conor at Evolution and winning the Tokyo Cup flash.
“I dream about your end.”
Max passes by Kitsumi who is seen with a wide, sincere smile on her veil covered face. Her white dress contrasts the black tuxedo on what is meant to be Aisuru standing next to her.
“Dorian, ya' are at a disadvantage. The four of us? All of the Dirge? We’re full time professional wrestlers. We’re established talent and have proven countless times how damn good we are at this.
You and your…’dreamers’?
Untested.
Untrained.
Unable ta' keep us down.
Ya’ve beaten me before. Congratulations. I’m real happy for ya’.
But ya' can’t beat death. And you know your final bell tolls just as much as AW's does.
There is no end more final than death, and there will be no end ta' this more final than this Cage Match.
Six people will be locked in, three people will escape.
But only one team can say their dream was fulfilled.
And with your limited time in AW and your teammates, plucked from nothin and chosen by you for this battle, I have a hard fuckin time seein your dream come true.
Your dream of success.
Victory.
Defeatin me once again.”
Max next passes Roddy Zalez sitting on a throne. He has a diamond crown on his head and is surrounded at his feet by various people, all prostrating to his arrogant smirk.
“Ya' made this visage of bein a Dreamweaver because ya' can’t handle what happens in real life. Ya' can’t handle the idea of things not workin for ya’, of your dreams becomin false prophecies, so ya' became a ‘dream weaver’ ta' try and change the game.
But what ya' failed ta’ realize is that, while dreams are nice, that they’re a great escape…”
He stops walking. He snaps his fingers and the room turns black. The Rulers approach with scowls on their face and their clothes returned to their standard in-ring attire.
“…it’s all fake.
Dreams…are not reality.
And reality will hit ya’ like a Superkick ta' the face or a kick to the dick.
Because in your dreams, ya’ can imagine you and your ‘Dreamers’ winnin this war, but between your own lack of experience in AW and your partners' own rookie status, in addition ta’ our continued experience at bein the best fuckin thing goin on this B-show…
…well…ya’ just can’t fuckin compare, can ya’?”
Max looks over his shoulder at the last remnants of white. A few Maxes are seen.
One is holding the hand of Trudy Lindsbergh.
Another is holding the hand of Haven.
A third one has his arms around his sister and father.
And a final fourth one has the AW World Title in their grasp.
“The biggest difference between us and actually pretty simple, Dorian…”
Max turns back. The aforementioned area vanishes.
“…ya' hide in your dreams, losin yourself ta' the reality occurring behind your closed eyes.
Me?
I’m willin ta' give up my dreams if it means comin out on top.
With the exception of one.”
The camera zooms out and we can see Max placing a foot on a grave.
“Your dirge playing in the form of the reaper.
Word of advice?
Don’t fear the reaper.
Fear the Dirge.”
The camera turns to see the grave's tombstone.