Post by A Ghost Now on Jul 27, 2014 21:08:05 GMT -6
"Agh… They both really put a number on me, huh…? Hehe…" Max laughed quietly to himself as he relaxed in his hotel room that evening right after his debut match. His body was sprawled out on top of his bed, belly-down with an icepack right on his ass. "But, fuck… gotta at least offer dinner if you're really going to put me in so much pain back there."
Max chuckled quietly, almost enjoying the fact that he was in pain and defeated tonight. "It's the only way we move up… right? Through failure. Ehehe… Ow… I really am rusty at this, though… they both put up one hell of a fucking brawl… Would not mind a rematch another time. But alas… for now, I'm just going… rest off this fucking sore ass… And get ready for the next match."
The Perfect Disaster sighed softly as he opened up his laptop in-front of him, re-watching the match and cringing at his own personal mistakes. However, Soloke could not help but crack a small smile for the victor. "Berlin Anderson, huh…? I'm not even all that mad that I lost to you… you deserved the win fully tonight… however… soon enough down the road… I would love to face you again…."
A text soon chimed in at his iPhone as he looked down towards it. It was straight from VOW about his next match. With a small smile across his cheeks, he unlocked his phone to look into who would be in the match with him…:
Maxwell Soloke Vs. Daniel Kennedy Vs. Shay McClure
"Well…" Max said as he slowly started to dive into his opponent's minds, "Let's begin the research… Shay tonight… and Daniel tomorrow." So from there, he looked up Shay McClure and his relations with VOW and sure enough he wonder a cheap recording of the upcoming debutant with obviously a good friend of his recording….
"Well… this guy is already just the epitome of obnoxiousness…" Max said, glaring at his screen with a look of pure distain as he watched Shay talk smack with his cameraman. "I have not won shit…? Can't take a measly cut from a small bitch knife like that…? Gunna bring mothers into this… hmm…? … and a prostit-tot…? Running from the cops… public disturbances and property damage…"
Max could not help but tense up and bellow out a hearty laugh despite the pain behind him from the Atomic drop.
"W-World Champion?! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Max could have literally laughed his ass off that night, pounding his hotel bed with his right fist, shaking his laptop almost off the bed before he caught it out of reflex, slowly calming himself down. "T-that's… that's probably the most amusing thing this guy has said this whole video… that WHEN… not even IF… such… arrogance… it is truly bliss…"
Max huffed quietly, slowly calming himself down as he shut his laptop and put it to the side before crawling over to the head of the bed instead of the foot, resting his head in the pillows while his arms curled and crossed under them. "Soon… he'll get a mouthful…" He yawned quietly, closing his eyes. "Right… after Daniel gets his as well…"
From there, Max slept the night away quietly… It would have been an extra day before he got off his ass (however not literally… he was not looking to be sitting up for that time.), and made his way to the arena… only to have his nice day of rest ruined instantly by the scene he walked in on.
Lucky for the Disaster, he got a nice sight of Daniel Kennedy's rampage throughout the backstage area. Right from Ruby's stalking of the returning wrestler to his violent streak throughout the backstage, injuring two innocent cameramen and leaving them alone with the ring commentators. Max only shook his head, taking in what all Kennedy did and said before walking over to the scene.
"Hey… you guys alright…?" Max asked the two laid out men, offering them his chilled water bottle to apply to any bruises and pains they had. They both groaned weakly, but seemed to be fine for the most part. Max looked to the camera for a second, still recording next to the broken one that Daniel threw to the ground ruthlessly. The young wrestler looked around for a bit before finding a simple broom closet. "… It'll have to do for today. Excuse me for a moment, but I am borrow your camera."
Max put the camera up on a shelf within the broom closet and made sure it was not recording yet. He turned the lights off in the closet and turned on his phone and left that to be the only bright thing in the room. All people could see when they watched the recording was his face and his upper body… and not all the janitorial instruments surrounding him as he sat on a steel chair in the middle of it all. When everything was all set up… he started the recording with the phone off before turning it back on ominously before beginning.
"Breakthrough - Episode Nine. Second Match of the evening is with two people with only a loss under their belts in this company and… not going to lie… a very crass and classless debutant. But first… there was your little outburst, Mr. Daniel Kennedy." Max said to the camera, his cool and calm expression slowly turning sour.
"You, sir…" Max sighed, slowly calming himself down before continuing. "You, sir, are by no means the scariest competitor in this match… simply because you threw around two interns mercilessly. Do you think that proves your dominance? Do you honestly think people should notice you? Why don't you win a match here and prove something in the ring instead of outside of it. Same with Shay… so you tried to rob someone… oh, wow… so scary!" The sarcasm was very strong with this one.
"You are very strong-headed and naive to underestimate either of your competition… especially when you, yourself, don't even have a win in this organization yourself. I do not underestimate you… but I do find you to honestly be at the lowest of this upcoming brawl. Even that upbeat and obnoxious McClure seems to bring a bit better of a word game than you. At least he has his facts straight… almost."
"McClure… there are a lot of things you need to be caught up to date with when it comes to me before you ever try talking shit to me again." Max's voice kept calm, but the face turned into a deadly glare, stabbing the viewers straight from his eyes, through the lens, and into their souls. "I am not going to lie, no, I have no been successful in VOW. That is common knowledge. However, before you open your ugly maw about my career, why don't you dive back into it. You'd also find out this tib-bit."
Max reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple pocket watch. He lifted his left hand up to the view of the light for a moment, showing that his palm was fine without scar, and in the other hand, he showed off the open knife. With that, he looked down towards the light source illuminating his face, doing some 'work' outside of the camera's view. "I may have VERY poor stamina, sure. I can't take being smacked down to the mat by bigger guys, and like some of the higher caliber wrestlers in this federation, I don't have THAT good of a card to keep up a long brawl with them and come out on top. However… don't tell me your limp-dick bitch of a knife is going to make me flinch if you even try to pull it on me. Because if you even so much as try that shit with me, I will personally make sure I stab that hand it was last held in into the the ring and force you to watch as I take this match for myself. If you're a good boy, maybe I will just knock you out so you do not have to suffer the humiliation."
"And… jeez… talk about the stereotypical black man, right?" Max continued, not flinching to his word as he continued to look down. "Chasing down rich people… running from the cops… messing with cheap dollar stores and taking out their cashiers…? Oh, and let us not forget you stealing some, albeit dated, but infamous wrestling moves for your own sick mockery… I hate people like you… I really do… people like you… and people like Daniel… people who make this job a whole hell of a lot harder and less enjoyable than it could be… but hey… you both gave me a good laugh, not going to lie there!"
Max turned his head back up to the camera with a soft smile. "And it was that BOTH of you would end up being World Champions… the best this company has to offer. Now… I'm not like you… I know my limitations, I know that I won't be anywhere near that gold any time soon… unlike you guys… you'll be kept down in the lower leagues as you preach about how you will be World Champions in no time… how this company and it's inhabitants should just be under your feet from the get go. Here is your reality check."
The Disaster lifted up his left hand again. Now his palm… was crossed out with a bloody X as he carved it in. "This is my promise to you both… that I will eradicate you both at this upcoming event… and should I fall to either one of you dipshits here and now and allow you the false promise that you'll make it anywhere in this company… then I will leave this company without fuss."
"But… unlike you two… who are fighting as if you're both entitled to the world's gifts… I'm fighting with everything as far as my life goes… I'm at the bottom of the company, I acknowledge that… and I will fight to my last breath to prove that I'm better than you both. When in the darkest pit with a light at the top of it… the only way you can go up… and I refuse to let you guys get out before I do. PS... Shay... I'm gay, and happy to not need a prostitute to be happy in life... what about you?"
…
The wrestler left the broom closet a fair bit after his promo cut while carrying the camera back to the cameramen, who were being treated for their wounds. Max left the camera next to one before sitting down next to them, putting his palm out towards them. "I'm going to need some bandages for this before my match starts, please… I can't really fight with an exposed wound."
Max chuckled quietly, almost enjoying the fact that he was in pain and defeated tonight. "It's the only way we move up… right? Through failure. Ehehe… Ow… I really am rusty at this, though… they both put up one hell of a fucking brawl… Would not mind a rematch another time. But alas… for now, I'm just going… rest off this fucking sore ass… And get ready for the next match."
The Perfect Disaster sighed softly as he opened up his laptop in-front of him, re-watching the match and cringing at his own personal mistakes. However, Soloke could not help but crack a small smile for the victor. "Berlin Anderson, huh…? I'm not even all that mad that I lost to you… you deserved the win fully tonight… however… soon enough down the road… I would love to face you again…."
A text soon chimed in at his iPhone as he looked down towards it. It was straight from VOW about his next match. With a small smile across his cheeks, he unlocked his phone to look into who would be in the match with him…:
Maxwell Soloke Vs. Daniel Kennedy Vs. Shay McClure
"Well…" Max said as he slowly started to dive into his opponent's minds, "Let's begin the research… Shay tonight… and Daniel tomorrow." So from there, he looked up Shay McClure and his relations with VOW and sure enough he wonder a cheap recording of the upcoming debutant with obviously a good friend of his recording….
"Well… this guy is already just the epitome of obnoxiousness…" Max said, glaring at his screen with a look of pure distain as he watched Shay talk smack with his cameraman. "I have not won shit…? Can't take a measly cut from a small bitch knife like that…? Gunna bring mothers into this… hmm…? … and a prostit-tot…? Running from the cops… public disturbances and property damage…"
Max could not help but tense up and bellow out a hearty laugh despite the pain behind him from the Atomic drop.
"W-World Champion?! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Max could have literally laughed his ass off that night, pounding his hotel bed with his right fist, shaking his laptop almost off the bed before he caught it out of reflex, slowly calming himself down. "T-that's… that's probably the most amusing thing this guy has said this whole video… that WHEN… not even IF… such… arrogance… it is truly bliss…"
Max huffed quietly, slowly calming himself down as he shut his laptop and put it to the side before crawling over to the head of the bed instead of the foot, resting his head in the pillows while his arms curled and crossed under them. "Soon… he'll get a mouthful…" He yawned quietly, closing his eyes. "Right… after Daniel gets his as well…"
From there, Max slept the night away quietly… It would have been an extra day before he got off his ass (however not literally… he was not looking to be sitting up for that time.), and made his way to the arena… only to have his nice day of rest ruined instantly by the scene he walked in on.
Lucky for the Disaster, he got a nice sight of Daniel Kennedy's rampage throughout the backstage area. Right from Ruby's stalking of the returning wrestler to his violent streak throughout the backstage, injuring two innocent cameramen and leaving them alone with the ring commentators. Max only shook his head, taking in what all Kennedy did and said before walking over to the scene.
"Hey… you guys alright…?" Max asked the two laid out men, offering them his chilled water bottle to apply to any bruises and pains they had. They both groaned weakly, but seemed to be fine for the most part. Max looked to the camera for a second, still recording next to the broken one that Daniel threw to the ground ruthlessly. The young wrestler looked around for a bit before finding a simple broom closet. "… It'll have to do for today. Excuse me for a moment, but I am borrow your camera."
Max put the camera up on a shelf within the broom closet and made sure it was not recording yet. He turned the lights off in the closet and turned on his phone and left that to be the only bright thing in the room. All people could see when they watched the recording was his face and his upper body… and not all the janitorial instruments surrounding him as he sat on a steel chair in the middle of it all. When everything was all set up… he started the recording with the phone off before turning it back on ominously before beginning.
"Breakthrough - Episode Nine. Second Match of the evening is with two people with only a loss under their belts in this company and… not going to lie… a very crass and classless debutant. But first… there was your little outburst, Mr. Daniel Kennedy." Max said to the camera, his cool and calm expression slowly turning sour.
"You, sir…" Max sighed, slowly calming himself down before continuing. "You, sir, are by no means the scariest competitor in this match… simply because you threw around two interns mercilessly. Do you think that proves your dominance? Do you honestly think people should notice you? Why don't you win a match here and prove something in the ring instead of outside of it. Same with Shay… so you tried to rob someone… oh, wow… so scary!" The sarcasm was very strong with this one.
"You are very strong-headed and naive to underestimate either of your competition… especially when you, yourself, don't even have a win in this organization yourself. I do not underestimate you… but I do find you to honestly be at the lowest of this upcoming brawl. Even that upbeat and obnoxious McClure seems to bring a bit better of a word game than you. At least he has his facts straight… almost."
"McClure… there are a lot of things you need to be caught up to date with when it comes to me before you ever try talking shit to me again." Max's voice kept calm, but the face turned into a deadly glare, stabbing the viewers straight from his eyes, through the lens, and into their souls. "I am not going to lie, no, I have no been successful in VOW. That is common knowledge. However, before you open your ugly maw about my career, why don't you dive back into it. You'd also find out this tib-bit."
Max reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple pocket watch. He lifted his left hand up to the view of the light for a moment, showing that his palm was fine without scar, and in the other hand, he showed off the open knife. With that, he looked down towards the light source illuminating his face, doing some 'work' outside of the camera's view. "I may have VERY poor stamina, sure. I can't take being smacked down to the mat by bigger guys, and like some of the higher caliber wrestlers in this federation, I don't have THAT good of a card to keep up a long brawl with them and come out on top. However… don't tell me your limp-dick bitch of a knife is going to make me flinch if you even try to pull it on me. Because if you even so much as try that shit with me, I will personally make sure I stab that hand it was last held in into the the ring and force you to watch as I take this match for myself. If you're a good boy, maybe I will just knock you out so you do not have to suffer the humiliation."
"And… jeez… talk about the stereotypical black man, right?" Max continued, not flinching to his word as he continued to look down. "Chasing down rich people… running from the cops… messing with cheap dollar stores and taking out their cashiers…? Oh, and let us not forget you stealing some, albeit dated, but infamous wrestling moves for your own sick mockery… I hate people like you… I really do… people like you… and people like Daniel… people who make this job a whole hell of a lot harder and less enjoyable than it could be… but hey… you both gave me a good laugh, not going to lie there!"
Max turned his head back up to the camera with a soft smile. "And it was that BOTH of you would end up being World Champions… the best this company has to offer. Now… I'm not like you… I know my limitations, I know that I won't be anywhere near that gold any time soon… unlike you guys… you'll be kept down in the lower leagues as you preach about how you will be World Champions in no time… how this company and it's inhabitants should just be under your feet from the get go. Here is your reality check."
The Disaster lifted up his left hand again. Now his palm… was crossed out with a bloody X as he carved it in. "This is my promise to you both… that I will eradicate you both at this upcoming event… and should I fall to either one of you dipshits here and now and allow you the false promise that you'll make it anywhere in this company… then I will leave this company without fuss."
"But… unlike you two… who are fighting as if you're both entitled to the world's gifts… I'm fighting with everything as far as my life goes… I'm at the bottom of the company, I acknowledge that… and I will fight to my last breath to prove that I'm better than you both. When in the darkest pit with a light at the top of it… the only way you can go up… and I refuse to let you guys get out before I do. PS... Shay... I'm gay, and happy to not need a prostitute to be happy in life... what about you?"
…
The wrestler left the broom closet a fair bit after his promo cut while carrying the camera back to the cameramen, who were being treated for their wounds. Max left the camera next to one before sitting down next to them, putting his palm out towards them. "I'm going to need some bandages for this before my match starts, please… I can't really fight with an exposed wound."
