Beginning of the Demise (#1 Cont. 4-Way)
Oct 23, 2022 12:21:26 GMT -5
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Post by Max f'n Daemon on Oct 23, 2022 12:21:26 GMT -5
Max is seen in a graveyard, standing in front of three graves. The first tombstone is marked…
“Serenity.
A girl—because make no bones about it, she’s still a fuckin child—who got in deep with a man much older than her and now has had ta' have her dad show up ta' save the day.
And before that talking point pops up, yes, my dad showed up in WGWF, but the biggest difference between us is that I knew my dad was gonna show up. I planned it. It was a surprise to everyone, but especially Serenity, when Andre showed up and took over her life ta’ try and correct it. My dad showed up ta' help.
It’s actually pretty interestin despite everythin surroundin it. A girl who is supposedly dominant bein inserted inta’ an opportunity at the Cruiserweight Title the week after her father shows up, a father who is a well-respected legend in this company.
That shit just screams politics in the worst kinda way, but fuck it, if Andre wants ta’ do what’s ‘best’ for his daughter, than my only caveat is this: have her earn her fuckin way back. It immediately devalues the whole fuckin point of ya' takin control of her career if she gets an opportunity like this so early.
It’s like a spoiled child bitchin and moanin for an hour and the parents givin inta’ her.
Actually, wait, it’s literally just that.
Congratulations, you’re a fuckin hypocrite, Andre.”
Max shakes his head and moves on to a tombstone marked…
“Lazzy.
We meet again.
And I’m kinda gettin fuckin tired of people from my past decidin ta’ reinsert themselves inta’ my life. At least with the next person it’s justified given the stellar match we just had, but with Lazzy the question is less ‘what did I do ta' deserve this shit?’ and more ‘what has Lazzy done ta’ stand out and make himself memorable enough ts' be in this match?’
Here’s the kicker: his most important moment in the last year came when he wrestled against me. That says more about Lazzy than anythin else possibly could.
So while I appreciate the idea that beatin me means he’s earned a potential shot at the Cruiserweight Title, it rings pretty fuckin hollow when he’s done nothin else of note ta' conceivably earn a place in this match.
Good job Joey. Really showin why you’re GM of the year and why this brand is the A show.
All of ya’ fuckwads can blow me.”
Max spits on the grave before moving onto the tombstone marked…
“Dorian.
Once again we find our paths crossin. Are ya’ suitably recovered from our match? Ya’ know, the one that we had ta’ be stretchered out and missed a fuckin show cause of it?
Cause I'm not. This isn’t my only match this week, but it still feels like I’m fightin remnants of you and your lot. And yeah, I get it, getting powerbombed from 16 feet in the air is bound ta' have ya’ experiencing phantom pains, but ya’ better believe your ass is also still reelin from the war we fought in.
But that’s the best part.
This war isn’t over yet.
Another battle is gonna be fought, but this isn’t about ya’ tryin ta’ ‘help’ or ‘correct’ me and this isn’t about me tryin ta’ beat your ass. Nah, this battle means more.
A shot at the Cruiserweight Title is on the line.
So we’ll duke it out one more time despite Lazzy and Serenity’s presences, but make no mistake ya’ dipshit, my ass isn’t focused on ya’, nah.
When I win—and I’m tired of dealin in ifs and potentials—when I win, I’m gonna take that precious Cruiserweight Title.
I’m gonna present it in the middle of the ring for all ya' ‘too proud ta' quit’ Cruiserweights who stay beholden by the pounds they weigh.
And then I’m gonna piss on it for all the world ta’ see.
Because quite frankly, it’s the very least this fuckin brand deserves.
AW’s end starts with CruiserClash.
When ya’ hear the bells of Armageddon and ya’ feel your demise approachin, don’t fear the reaper.
Fear the Dirge.”
“Serenity.
A girl—because make no bones about it, she’s still a fuckin child—who got in deep with a man much older than her and now has had ta' have her dad show up ta' save the day.
And before that talking point pops up, yes, my dad showed up in WGWF, but the biggest difference between us is that I knew my dad was gonna show up. I planned it. It was a surprise to everyone, but especially Serenity, when Andre showed up and took over her life ta’ try and correct it. My dad showed up ta' help.
It’s actually pretty interestin despite everythin surroundin it. A girl who is supposedly dominant bein inserted inta’ an opportunity at the Cruiserweight Title the week after her father shows up, a father who is a well-respected legend in this company.
That shit just screams politics in the worst kinda way, but fuck it, if Andre wants ta’ do what’s ‘best’ for his daughter, than my only caveat is this: have her earn her fuckin way back. It immediately devalues the whole fuckin point of ya' takin control of her career if she gets an opportunity like this so early.
It’s like a spoiled child bitchin and moanin for an hour and the parents givin inta’ her.
Actually, wait, it’s literally just that.
Congratulations, you’re a fuckin hypocrite, Andre.”
Max shakes his head and moves on to a tombstone marked…
“Lazzy.
We meet again.
And I’m kinda gettin fuckin tired of people from my past decidin ta’ reinsert themselves inta’ my life. At least with the next person it’s justified given the stellar match we just had, but with Lazzy the question is less ‘what did I do ta' deserve this shit?’ and more ‘what has Lazzy done ta’ stand out and make himself memorable enough ts' be in this match?’
Here’s the kicker: his most important moment in the last year came when he wrestled against me. That says more about Lazzy than anythin else possibly could.
So while I appreciate the idea that beatin me means he’s earned a potential shot at the Cruiserweight Title, it rings pretty fuckin hollow when he’s done nothin else of note ta' conceivably earn a place in this match.
Good job Joey. Really showin why you’re GM of the year and why this brand is the A show.
All of ya’ fuckwads can blow me.”
Max spits on the grave before moving onto the tombstone marked…
“Dorian.
Once again we find our paths crossin. Are ya’ suitably recovered from our match? Ya’ know, the one that we had ta’ be stretchered out and missed a fuckin show cause of it?
Cause I'm not. This isn’t my only match this week, but it still feels like I’m fightin remnants of you and your lot. And yeah, I get it, getting powerbombed from 16 feet in the air is bound ta' have ya’ experiencing phantom pains, but ya’ better believe your ass is also still reelin from the war we fought in.
But that’s the best part.
This war isn’t over yet.
Another battle is gonna be fought, but this isn’t about ya’ tryin ta’ ‘help’ or ‘correct’ me and this isn’t about me tryin ta’ beat your ass. Nah, this battle means more.
A shot at the Cruiserweight Title is on the line.
So we’ll duke it out one more time despite Lazzy and Serenity’s presences, but make no mistake ya’ dipshit, my ass isn’t focused on ya’, nah.
When I win—and I’m tired of dealin in ifs and potentials—when I win, I’m gonna take that precious Cruiserweight Title.
I’m gonna present it in the middle of the ring for all ya' ‘too proud ta' quit’ Cruiserweights who stay beholden by the pounds they weigh.
And then I’m gonna piss on it for all the world ta’ see.
Because quite frankly, it’s the very least this fuckin brand deserves.
AW’s end starts with CruiserClash.
When ya’ hear the bells of Armageddon and ya’ feel your demise approachin, don’t fear the reaper.
Fear the Dirge.”
