Post by A Ghost Now on Aug 14, 2014 22:31:29 GMT -6
Well… I will be damned…
“PERFECT DISASTER! IT CONNECTS!”
The crowd… my fans… in an uproar once again…
“ONE!”
I never thought that I would hear this count fully again…
“TWO!”
Yet… I have tonight…
“THREE!!”
Victory…
“The winner of this match…”
I never thought I would achieve it for real in this company… but…
“Via Pinfall…”
… here I am…
“… MAX-WELL… SO-LOKE!!”
Standing tall among the fans of professional wrestling once again… and goddamn, if it does not feel good again.
Blood and sweat trickled from his forehead… Max slowly laid limp in the middle of the VOW ring with his opponent, Berlin, laid out next to him. Taking a breath as his adrenaline slowly depleted, the Disaster took in everything within this moment: a standing ovation from the crowd again on a damn fine display of high risk brawling that would be applicable to that of the Zero Gravity Championship. Max understood that the applause was not only for him, but for Berlin as well. But, nevertheless, he could not help but smirk to the crowd, proud of his first PPV match in VOW. As Deadlihood played through the PA systems, he slowly made his way out of the ring on his own power and limped out to the stage with a warm smile. At the entrance, he turned to the crowd, and more specifically Berlin Anderson, and gave his own applause to the Parkour Warrior for his own display, giving him the respect he deserved for such a display. After such, Soloke took a bow for his own performance before leaving.
In the back, after the show, one of the ring announcers, Ruby Parvati, came to specifically interview him about the match.
“Max! Hey, Max!” She called out to him as he was showered, dressed, re-bandaged and ready to call it a night, “Can I get some words with you?”
Max turned around, giving her a long, cold, and stern stare… before bursting out laughing, much to her displeasure.
“H-hold that thought…” Max said between his laughs, bent over as he held up a finger towards Ms. Parvati. “’A despicable, cowardly act from Berlin’? ‘Steve Frei has a lot to answer for’? Oh! Oh! Wait! I’ve got it! ‘Disqualify him, referee, he’s exploiting a blatant injury!’” Max could not help but keep laughing as he mocked Ruby’s words during his last match. “Hunny… darling…” Max straightened up, staring her down again with a wide smirk. “You get off on the bad guys on a daily basis and all the cheap shit they pull… don’t try to throw Berlin in with those guys… this is a sport and capitalization is the point of it. If you wanna run your mouth off at people, do it to the people you finger about on a nightly basis. Besides that, this interview is over.”
Max took time to ignore the burned color commentator to look to the camera with a smile. “Berlin? Hey, buddy. Good showing tonight. Hit me up if you want a rematch, because I would love to settle a third match with us in it. Who knows, maybe we can scrape some gold out of this little rivalry in the lower card. Anyway, get better ASAP. Caio!”
And with that, Max and his dark trench coat turned to leave the stadium as Heatstroke signed off.
It is tonight… that I look to the heights of the company… There is no way in Satan’s Ballsack or God’s Chest Hair that I’ll make it to the very top… but goddamn if I am not going to claw my way up with bloodied nails, callused hands, and bruised feet.
“So… Scott Knight…” Max looked over the next Breakthrough card the next morning. Returning from a small hiatus, Max only smirked to the opportunity to be Knight’s welcome back party.
Scott Knig-
“HEEEEY, MISS MURDER, CAN I? HEEEY, MISS MURDER, CAN I? MAAAAAKE BEAUTY STAY IF I… TAKE MY LI-“
Beep.
“’lo?” Max said shortly, not even bothering to look towards who was actually calling him.
“Oi~! Max!” A cheerful voice replied to him on the other line.
“Oh… who is this? Some… emo kid, right?”
… The line went dead. Max could only laugh before AFI’s Miss Murder played from his phone again. “Okay, okay! GOTH! Are ye happy, yet, Dreadful?”
“Yeah, yeah… Jeez, man, months apart and you’re STILL a massive asshat.”
“Asshat who had a crown longer than you, though!”
“Asshat who also lost said crown to someone shorter than you, and double your age.”
“… Shut up.”
“Just saying, “My Liege””
“Oh, go burn!”
“After you~!”
Both snickered as Max relaxed back against the headrest of his bed. “How’s it been Dready? That indie federation keeping you nice and busy?”
“Yep!” The man on the other side of this conversation was David Dreadful, one of Max’s very first friends and partners within the realm of professional wrestling. “What about you? You’ve been under the radar for the longest of time yourself. Just thought that I would call and see just how you were doing!”
“Oh, I’m slowly easing myself back in an up-and-coming federation by the name of Visionaries of Wrestling. Pretty nice place.” Max said as he looked out the window of his hotel room as he chatted up his old buddy.
“Oh, yeah, didn’t that place start up after a struggle in NEW? A lot of the talent that made NEW what it was moved over, right?”
Max could only think about seeing Cera in the halls of VOW’s HQ and nearly having a heart attack after their match. “… I… would REALLY rather not think about that… anyway, there is a lot of new talent, as well as seasoned veterans. It is a pretty nice place!”
“I see,” Dreadful said just before someone called out to him from the other side of the line. “Huh? Yeah, alright, I’ll be there in a bit! Max, I have to get going, but I’ll be sure to check it out. I’ll see you in a bit, alright?”
“Alrighty, see you around, Dreadful!” Max said before they both hung up. With a quiet environment again, he slowly scouted his opponent.
The Black Knight. Six-Foot-Four. 245 Pounds.
With… a mistress. But, maybe in my favor… he won’t have her around this week! A simple one on one without distraction.
… Ha, what are the chances of that? Anyway… let’s see.
Besides a sadistic woman, I am assuming, there is also the height and weight advantage… I’m just going to be a toy to him in that ring if he gets his hands on me once… but hey… maybe he’s got a temper to abuse… Just… have to taunt and strike… I CANNOT stay against him for too long or he’s seriously going to break something.
If he cannot catch me… I win… if he so much as lands on strike back… then this won’t be fun…
… In general, playing with fire is never fun… but do it anyway…
Max sighed and tossed his phone off the bed lightly before reclining back, giving a huff and trying to calm down. “Slowly working back into things… and even should I lose this match… it’ll be okay… life ain’t hopeless yet.”
“PERFECT DISASTER! IT CONNECTS!”
The crowd… my fans… in an uproar once again…
“ONE!”
I never thought that I would hear this count fully again…
“TWO!”
Yet… I have tonight…
“THREE!!”
Victory…
“The winner of this match…”
I never thought I would achieve it for real in this company… but…
“Via Pinfall…”
… here I am…
“… MAX-WELL… SO-LOKE!!”
Standing tall among the fans of professional wrestling once again… and goddamn, if it does not feel good again.
Blood and sweat trickled from his forehead… Max slowly laid limp in the middle of the VOW ring with his opponent, Berlin, laid out next to him. Taking a breath as his adrenaline slowly depleted, the Disaster took in everything within this moment: a standing ovation from the crowd again on a damn fine display of high risk brawling that would be applicable to that of the Zero Gravity Championship. Max understood that the applause was not only for him, but for Berlin as well. But, nevertheless, he could not help but smirk to the crowd, proud of his first PPV match in VOW. As Deadlihood played through the PA systems, he slowly made his way out of the ring on his own power and limped out to the stage with a warm smile. At the entrance, he turned to the crowd, and more specifically Berlin Anderson, and gave his own applause to the Parkour Warrior for his own display, giving him the respect he deserved for such a display. After such, Soloke took a bow for his own performance before leaving.
In the back, after the show, one of the ring announcers, Ruby Parvati, came to specifically interview him about the match.
“Max! Hey, Max!” She called out to him as he was showered, dressed, re-bandaged and ready to call it a night, “Can I get some words with you?”
Max turned around, giving her a long, cold, and stern stare… before bursting out laughing, much to her displeasure.
“H-hold that thought…” Max said between his laughs, bent over as he held up a finger towards Ms. Parvati. “’A despicable, cowardly act from Berlin’? ‘Steve Frei has a lot to answer for’? Oh! Oh! Wait! I’ve got it! ‘Disqualify him, referee, he’s exploiting a blatant injury!’” Max could not help but keep laughing as he mocked Ruby’s words during his last match. “Hunny… darling…” Max straightened up, staring her down again with a wide smirk. “You get off on the bad guys on a daily basis and all the cheap shit they pull… don’t try to throw Berlin in with those guys… this is a sport and capitalization is the point of it. If you wanna run your mouth off at people, do it to the people you finger about on a nightly basis. Besides that, this interview is over.”
Max took time to ignore the burned color commentator to look to the camera with a smile. “Berlin? Hey, buddy. Good showing tonight. Hit me up if you want a rematch, because I would love to settle a third match with us in it. Who knows, maybe we can scrape some gold out of this little rivalry in the lower card. Anyway, get better ASAP. Caio!”
And with that, Max and his dark trench coat turned to leave the stadium as Heatstroke signed off.
It is tonight… that I look to the heights of the company… There is no way in Satan’s Ballsack or God’s Chest Hair that I’ll make it to the very top… but goddamn if I am not going to claw my way up with bloodied nails, callused hands, and bruised feet.
“So… Scott Knight…” Max looked over the next Breakthrough card the next morning. Returning from a small hiatus, Max only smirked to the opportunity to be Knight’s welcome back party.
Scott Knig-
“HEEEEY, MISS MURDER, CAN I? HEEEY, MISS MURDER, CAN I? MAAAAAKE BEAUTY STAY IF I… TAKE MY LI-“
Beep.
“’lo?” Max said shortly, not even bothering to look towards who was actually calling him.
“Oi~! Max!” A cheerful voice replied to him on the other line.
“Oh… who is this? Some… emo kid, right?”
… The line went dead. Max could only laugh before AFI’s Miss Murder played from his phone again. “Okay, okay! GOTH! Are ye happy, yet, Dreadful?”
“Yeah, yeah… Jeez, man, months apart and you’re STILL a massive asshat.”
“Asshat who had a crown longer than you, though!”
“Asshat who also lost said crown to someone shorter than you, and double your age.”
“… Shut up.”
“Just saying, “My Liege””
“Oh, go burn!”
“After you~!”
Both snickered as Max relaxed back against the headrest of his bed. “How’s it been Dready? That indie federation keeping you nice and busy?”
“Yep!” The man on the other side of this conversation was David Dreadful, one of Max’s very first friends and partners within the realm of professional wrestling. “What about you? You’ve been under the radar for the longest of time yourself. Just thought that I would call and see just how you were doing!”
“Oh, I’m slowly easing myself back in an up-and-coming federation by the name of Visionaries of Wrestling. Pretty nice place.” Max said as he looked out the window of his hotel room as he chatted up his old buddy.
“Oh, yeah, didn’t that place start up after a struggle in NEW? A lot of the talent that made NEW what it was moved over, right?”
Max could only think about seeing Cera in the halls of VOW’s HQ and nearly having a heart attack after their match. “… I… would REALLY rather not think about that… anyway, there is a lot of new talent, as well as seasoned veterans. It is a pretty nice place!”
“I see,” Dreadful said just before someone called out to him from the other side of the line. “Huh? Yeah, alright, I’ll be there in a bit! Max, I have to get going, but I’ll be sure to check it out. I’ll see you in a bit, alright?”
“Alrighty, see you around, Dreadful!” Max said before they both hung up. With a quiet environment again, he slowly scouted his opponent.
The Black Knight. Six-Foot-Four. 245 Pounds.
With… a mistress. But, maybe in my favor… he won’t have her around this week! A simple one on one without distraction.
… Ha, what are the chances of that? Anyway… let’s see.
Besides a sadistic woman, I am assuming, there is also the height and weight advantage… I’m just going to be a toy to him in that ring if he gets his hands on me once… but hey… maybe he’s got a temper to abuse… Just… have to taunt and strike… I CANNOT stay against him for too long or he’s seriously going to break something.
If he cannot catch me… I win… if he so much as lands on strike back… then this won’t be fun…
… In general, playing with fire is never fun… but do it anyway…
Max sighed and tossed his phone off the bed lightly before reclining back, giving a huff and trying to calm down. “Slowly working back into things… and even should I lose this match… it’ll be okay… life ain’t hopeless yet.”
