Post by Max f'n Daemon on Mar 14, 2023 21:18:24 GMT -5
A series of church bells begins to play on the PA. Once those fade out, we can hear the guitar of "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult take over. Once the verse starts, both Max steps onto the stage, his usual smirk absent from his face as it hides under his hooded jacket's hood. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He looks out at the crowd for a few moments with Holo Make posted behind him. They start to walk down the ramp without much emotion on either man's face.
Adilene Floyd: On their way to the ring. "The Pale Rider" Holo Make and "The Hellborn and Heavensent"" Max f'n Daemon, together they are, The DIRGE!
Chris Avery: Last week on Clash, Holo and Max, collectively The Dirge, took out two halfs of The Rulers of Our Kind in Roddy Zalez and Doc Knockem. We now know that Roddy suffered some pretty severe internal injuries to his ribs and lungs and he will be out of the action for an indefinite amount of time. Doc Knockem walked into that match to help his confidante out, but was already sporting a pretty serious concussion. We are told that due to appearing in that match and the actions therein, that concussion has only gotten worse. Both men are not here tonight. Neither man has said anything on Max or Holo's actions.
Billy: But at least he made Roddy, quit right?
Chris Avery: Only after threatening to break Doc's arm, something both men have already done to the last member of The Rulers of Our Kind, Kitsumi.
Billy: Yeah they are pretty heinous aren't they?
They ignore the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them. When they reach ringside, Holo takes the steps into the ring itself. Max follows him onto the apron, but steps onto the the top and middle ropes, doing giving a "shot" with a finger gun to the hard camera. He narrows his eyes and looks carefully out at the ground. He soon hops down. The duo step into the middle of the ring, Holo posted behind Max. Holo rips his towel off, raising his right fist up. At the same time, Max sets up towards the hard camera with one last finger gun "shot". Once he "fires" it, Holo drops his fist and does a "cutthroat" gesture with his thumb.
Holo walks over and claims the microphone from Adeline as the crowd's jeers continue to rain down on him.
Without much preamble, Max raises the microphone up.
Max Daemon: I don't know...
His voice is drowned out by the amount of boos from the Nashville audience. He shakes his head, massaging his nose for a few moments, before deciding to power through it.
Max Daemon: I don't know...how much longer I have here in Action Wrestling.
This gets a fairly positive reaction from the crowd. Max soldiers on.
Max Daemon: In October of this year...my contract with Action Wrestling will expire. Now...I have been tempted for months now ta' resign immediately and then continue on like nothin is wrong, but I can't...
He pauses for a few moments to collect his thoughts.
Max Daemon:...I can't pretend that nothin is wrong. And it's not ya' ungrateful shitbags that are the problem, nah...I can stand all of ya'.
Max keeps going despite the returning boos continue to pour out.
Max Daemon:...it's the management. It's the roster. It's the environment. Something's gotta give here folks, and quite frankly, after spendin two trips in a hospital due ta' severe alcohol poisonin and nearly losin my job cause of it, I should've been long gone, but nah...Action Wrestling knows it's assets and I'm a fuckin asset alright. Yeah! Hate it all ya' want fuckos, I'm one of the best goddamn things this company has!
Max looks out at various members of the audience while the hate continues to flow into the ring.
Max Daemon: I was pretty fucked-up on shit when I was at my peak, but here I am...cleaner than ever...richer than ever...more successful than any of ya' Nashville hillbilly hicks will ever be...!
The cheap heat roars louder.
Max Daemon:...and yet...people like that bitch Serenity found the clues to success and....yeah...even Lis...even Lis has found plenty of hope ta' thrive, but me? Nah...it's gettin tirin goin in circles, and we all know how much we hate spinnin our wheels, so I'm gonna do ya' all, do AW, and The Dirge a favor. Unless I win a major championship by October, when my contract expires, I'm gone! No more Action Wrestling for good ol' Maxie!
Billy: SHITFIRE!
Chris Avery: WHAT?!
This gets a positive set of cheers from the fans.
Max Daemon: And I don't mean a paltry CBS or TV Title reign, nah. I'm talkin US, I'm talkin Tag Team, I'm talkin the big guns, the World Title shit. But before we even think about focusin on all that...I apparently have unfinished business ta' talk care of. So let's talk about Davi--
Before Max can finish his sentence, a set of drums ring out before the violins of "The Night" by Aurelio Voltaire start to play on the PA system. Max lowers his mic and looks towards the stage. Holo does the same as David Hunter steps out from the back. He has a smile wide on his face as he hustles around and looks around at the cheering crowd.
Billy: Holy crap Chris!
Chris Avery: We saw David Hunter return last week to save Doc from getting his arm broken! But here he is again to confront Max! Live on Paramount+!
David has a mic in hand as he starts to walk down the ramp. He raises it up and begins to speak.
David Hunter: Max, Max, Max...let's talk about a couple of things.
Max shakes his head, but lets David speak.
David Hunter: You've been talking a lot recently about things not going your way. About things ending in your opponent's favor. Well, Max...it sounds a lot like you're a pussy who can't handle it.
Max takes the insult in stride.
David Hunter: And it even sounds like you're a bitch who can't hang with people anymore.
Max shakes his head, ignoring David once more.
David Hunter: Hell I'd wager that when the competition finally realized who Max really was and what it took to beat him, all you tried to do is reinvent yourself. The problem was, you never really changed. You're still the edgelord piece of shit who lucked his way into a World Title in his first match. You're still the fuckboi prick who beat Phillidor Holding's table scraps in his second match in AW. And any other accomplishment since has been accompanied by a quick mask here and there to hide the fact that Max...quite frankly...you're not only stagnant....you also kinda suck.
Holo approaches the ropes, but Max puts an arm in front of him. despite the anger on his face.
David Hunter: But I'm not here to save Roddy or Doc or whoever. I'm not here for that muscled up enforcer you also lucked into. Nah...I'm here for you, Max. The only reason I ever stepped into AW in the first place was because of you, and Ithe only reason I'm back in AW is because of you. And I'm not here to talk, nah. We're past that. I'm here to fight. So let's fuckin fight.
David continues his stride towards the ring, only stopping when Max speaks again.
Max Daemon: David, the only reason your ass wasn't kicked last week was because I lost so much blood I had to get a transfusion and spent the night in the hospital! It's two-on-one, dumbass, so do yourself a favor...and fear The Dirge.
David smirks as he stops at ringside.
David Hunter: Cute tagline. One issue: I didn't come alone.
He throws the mic down and tosses the ring skirt up. The camera catches what he has only when he pulls out a barbed wire bat!
Chris Avery: There's Barbie!
Billy: Oh man! Let's get it on!
Max loses his cockiness as David rolls into the ring. Holo and Max both immediately flee the scene as David goes for a strike, The Dirge barely avoiding the blow.
Billy: They nearly got there's!
Chris Avery: David Hunter and Max Daemon is a rivalry dating back years, and now, we're running it back again!
Max and Holo post at the ramp, looking pissed, with the last sight we see being David Hunter holding Barbie up to the crowd's loud cheers.
Chris Avery: What the hell's gonna be the fallout here?!
Adilene Floyd: On their way to the ring. "The Pale Rider" Holo Make and "The Hellborn and Heavensent"" Max f'n Daemon, together they are, The DIRGE!
Chris Avery: Last week on Clash, Holo and Max, collectively The Dirge, took out two halfs of The Rulers of Our Kind in Roddy Zalez and Doc Knockem. We now know that Roddy suffered some pretty severe internal injuries to his ribs and lungs and he will be out of the action for an indefinite amount of time. Doc Knockem walked into that match to help his confidante out, but was already sporting a pretty serious concussion. We are told that due to appearing in that match and the actions therein, that concussion has only gotten worse. Both men are not here tonight. Neither man has said anything on Max or Holo's actions.
Billy: But at least he made Roddy, quit right?
Chris Avery: Only after threatening to break Doc's arm, something both men have already done to the last member of The Rulers of Our Kind, Kitsumi.
Billy: Yeah they are pretty heinous aren't they?
They ignore the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them. When they reach ringside, Holo takes the steps into the ring itself. Max follows him onto the apron, but steps onto the the top and middle ropes, doing giving a "shot" with a finger gun to the hard camera. He narrows his eyes and looks carefully out at the ground. He soon hops down. The duo step into the middle of the ring, Holo posted behind Max. Holo rips his towel off, raising his right fist up. At the same time, Max sets up towards the hard camera with one last finger gun "shot". Once he "fires" it, Holo drops his fist and does a "cutthroat" gesture with his thumb.
Holo walks over and claims the microphone from Adeline as the crowd's jeers continue to rain down on him.
Without much preamble, Max raises the microphone up.
Max Daemon: I don't know...
His voice is drowned out by the amount of boos from the Nashville audience. He shakes his head, massaging his nose for a few moments, before deciding to power through it.
Max Daemon: I don't know...how much longer I have here in Action Wrestling.
This gets a fairly positive reaction from the crowd. Max soldiers on.
Max Daemon: In October of this year...my contract with Action Wrestling will expire. Now...I have been tempted for months now ta' resign immediately and then continue on like nothin is wrong, but I can't...
He pauses for a few moments to collect his thoughts.
Max Daemon:...I can't pretend that nothin is wrong. And it's not ya' ungrateful shitbags that are the problem, nah...I can stand all of ya'.
Max keeps going despite the returning boos continue to pour out.
Max Daemon:...it's the management. It's the roster. It's the environment. Something's gotta give here folks, and quite frankly, after spendin two trips in a hospital due ta' severe alcohol poisonin and nearly losin my job cause of it, I should've been long gone, but nah...Action Wrestling knows it's assets and I'm a fuckin asset alright. Yeah! Hate it all ya' want fuckos, I'm one of the best goddamn things this company has!
Max looks out at various members of the audience while the hate continues to flow into the ring.
Max Daemon: I was pretty fucked-up on shit when I was at my peak, but here I am...cleaner than ever...richer than ever...more successful than any of ya' Nashville hillbilly hicks will ever be...!
The cheap heat roars louder.
Max Daemon:...and yet...people like that bitch Serenity found the clues to success and....yeah...even Lis...even Lis has found plenty of hope ta' thrive, but me? Nah...it's gettin tirin goin in circles, and we all know how much we hate spinnin our wheels, so I'm gonna do ya' all, do AW, and The Dirge a favor. Unless I win a major championship by October, when my contract expires, I'm gone! No more Action Wrestling for good ol' Maxie!
Billy: SHITFIRE!
Chris Avery: WHAT?!
This gets a positive set of cheers from the fans.
Max Daemon: And I don't mean a paltry CBS or TV Title reign, nah. I'm talkin US, I'm talkin Tag Team, I'm talkin the big guns, the World Title shit. But before we even think about focusin on all that...I apparently have unfinished business ta' talk care of. So let's talk about Davi--
Before Max can finish his sentence, a set of drums ring out before the violins of "The Night" by Aurelio Voltaire start to play on the PA system. Max lowers his mic and looks towards the stage. Holo does the same as David Hunter steps out from the back. He has a smile wide on his face as he hustles around and looks around at the cheering crowd.
Billy: Holy crap Chris!
Chris Avery: We saw David Hunter return last week to save Doc from getting his arm broken! But here he is again to confront Max! Live on Paramount+!
David has a mic in hand as he starts to walk down the ramp. He raises it up and begins to speak.
David Hunter: Max, Max, Max...let's talk about a couple of things.
Max shakes his head, but lets David speak.
David Hunter: You've been talking a lot recently about things not going your way. About things ending in your opponent's favor. Well, Max...it sounds a lot like you're a pussy who can't handle it.
Max takes the insult in stride.
David Hunter: And it even sounds like you're a bitch who can't hang with people anymore.
Max shakes his head, ignoring David once more.
David Hunter: Hell I'd wager that when the competition finally realized who Max really was and what it took to beat him, all you tried to do is reinvent yourself. The problem was, you never really changed. You're still the edgelord piece of shit who lucked his way into a World Title in his first match. You're still the fuckboi prick who beat Phillidor Holding's table scraps in his second match in AW. And any other accomplishment since has been accompanied by a quick mask here and there to hide the fact that Max...quite frankly...you're not only stagnant....you also kinda suck.
Holo approaches the ropes, but Max puts an arm in front of him. despite the anger on his face.
David Hunter: But I'm not here to save Roddy or Doc or whoever. I'm not here for that muscled up enforcer you also lucked into. Nah...I'm here for you, Max. The only reason I ever stepped into AW in the first place was because of you, and Ithe only reason I'm back in AW is because of you. And I'm not here to talk, nah. We're past that. I'm here to fight. So let's fuckin fight.
David continues his stride towards the ring, only stopping when Max speaks again.
Max Daemon: David, the only reason your ass wasn't kicked last week was because I lost so much blood I had to get a transfusion and spent the night in the hospital! It's two-on-one, dumbass, so do yourself a favor...and fear The Dirge.
David smirks as he stops at ringside.
David Hunter: Cute tagline. One issue: I didn't come alone.
He throws the mic down and tosses the ring skirt up. The camera catches what he has only when he pulls out a barbed wire bat!
Chris Avery: There's Barbie!
Billy: Oh man! Let's get it on!
Max loses his cockiness as David rolls into the ring. Holo and Max both immediately flee the scene as David goes for a strike, The Dirge barely avoiding the blow.
Billy: They nearly got there's!
Chris Avery: David Hunter and Max Daemon is a rivalry dating back years, and now, we're running it back again!
Max and Holo post at the ramp, looking pissed, with the last sight we see being David Hunter holding Barbie up to the crowd's loud cheers.
Chris Avery: What the hell's gonna be the fallout here?!