Post by Lochlyn Cade on Aug 18, 2021 11:36:35 GMT
Nothing is to be gained by arguing with fools. Nothing can be gained by reasoning with ignorant people – Dr TP Chia
Turmoil in St. Petersberg, Florida live from the Tropicana Field in front of seventy five thousand eight hundred and fifty five people.
In the moment sitting in his car, radio volume up, scrolling through twitter. A Saturday night in Florida for an unmasked wrestler passing the time after leaving the gym. Prepared for battle, war, in front of those fans as he locks up with Soldado Fortuna one more time before moving on to bigger things.
He turns his attention from his phone to volume of the radio as talk of the Action Wrestling Pure Championship match at Turmoil is the topic of discussion.
Octagon Warfare
Pure Championship
Tom Frost vs. ZMac vs. Zaigon Carter vs. Max Daemon
You have a delusion that what you do is more important? - Max Daemon
Raijin thinks out loud as Daemon addresses Tom Frost.
“You’re gonna call this guy delusional?”
Laughs
Ah sweet another arrogant piece of shit who thinks he knows me, who calls me a "whiny bitch" despite me not whining once. - Max Daemon
Raijin again outwardly laughs.
“This guy… He’s seriously going to whine about someone calling him a whiner…”
A man more interested in fuckin chicks and hittin sticks. A man truly after my own heart. - Max Daemon
Raijin is really laughing now.
“He’s gonna tell a man he’s truly a man after his own heart and talk hitting sticks with him?”
You're just a prick who can't comprehend that they're in way over their head. -Max Daemon
Raijin turns the volume down, to off. Unfortunately, he can’t do the same with Daemon’s twitter feed.
Raijin hits the quote tweet button, presses some keys, hits send. He then hits contacts and dials up 98.7 the Shark a number he saved earlier in the day, just in case. You never know when your gonna end up on the radio cutting a guys throat.
“Please hold.”
Elevator music begins playing over the speaker as he’s on hold with with a station known for classic rock and they play elevator music. Station must be a Daemon fan. Raijin annoyed, waits, he’s got something to say.
…
…
…
“Finally, an answer…”
Blah, blah, blah… their definitely Daemon fans.
“Hey, you just got done replaying something about the AW’s Pure Championship match?”
The individual on the other line replies, blah, blah.
“Yeah, I’m Raijin, The American Luchador.”
“No, it’s not about my match with Soldado. That’s locked up, done.”
Blah… blah…
“I’m calling about Daemon, Maxi. Yeah.”
Blah, blah, blah…
This station just grows in my disdain with their useless ramblings of nothing, Raijin thinks to himself.
“Finally, yeah, here’s the deal. This guy comes out talking all kinds of useless, worthless, self righteous, and entitled…”
Blah, blah, blah…
“It takes a couple of minutes to get out all of the deserving contempt this guy builds up in someone. Let me finish bro…”
Time delayed by about ten minutes Raijin hangs up the phone, turns up the volume, and waits.
Maxi Daemon’s career appears to already be over he just doesn’t know it. Turmoil and his title reign are about to be over in a few days. The title belt he’s built his fifteen minutes of fame on isn’t going to last long. Half the roster already knows it and the other half are just ignoring it.
Let’s be honest here for a few minutes. That division is ripe of takeover and it’s currently run by the weakest guy in the division. Sure, he’s done a few things. I couldn’t tell you what I haven’t paid attention, like half the roster.
Maxi isn’t entertaining, yeah, he’s gonna say different cause I’m on here talking about him. Thing is, it’s not because of the title, screw the title. It’s that so called top 100 he’s making sure EVERYBODY is aware of. Even the top guy isn’t bragging as much, facts, check into them.
Yeah, it’s oddly funny that my boy Keeton is one spot under him. Which when you think about it Keeton’s Crusierweight Championship reign had more to it than this guy. Let’s face it that’s not saying much. Keeton took a dump on the CW belt almost as much as this guy is flushing the Pure division.
When I get back to the room I’m gonna need some TP to clean my ears cause the $h... is full when this guy talks. I’d flush my own head at this point. Couldn’t get his head out of his rear long enough to flush his.
Maxi, boy, please just stop, go away, talk your problems out with mama Maxi. She loves her boy. Trust me, you’re the pure definition of a mama’s boy. Pun intended. Just like on twitter. Check it @adubwrestle.
Turmoil is about here and I’m gonna finish up with Soldado and then… Well my plate is looking light since Keeton continues to avoid his demise.
Torture
Gravedigger
Janitor in the back with some whiteout and a sharpie.
Let me step out of the CW for one night.
Raijin vs Maxi
Make it happen, it’s not about the title, he’s not going to have it by then anyway. Let’s make this about his number on that list of AW.
Raijin wins Maxi’s name is wiped off the list by that janitor with the whiteout.
Let’s be real because this moment is very real for ol’ Maxi. That belt he so proudly carries slung over his shoulder. When that L hits his record and that belt changes hands. He can challenge for that again. He can earn that opportunity. He can make his way back up that contention list.
What he can’t do… Is get that number back.
That thing which he has obviously made known is more important than anything. That belt. His life. That number means most.
Hashtag #stipulation
Let’s see how much a cocky sucker that he really is. Yeah, pun intended again.
What about it Maxi?
Raijin vs Number 29
I saw that little message on twitter. How confident are you, boy…
The few minutes that 98.7 the Shark gave him has ended and they go on to the next caller. Some punk talking about baby boy Keeton.
Click.
Volume off… not important tonight.
Raijin gets out of his vehicle and heads to his room for an easy night of sleep.
Laughing.
Turmoil in St. Petersberg, Florida live from the Tropicana Field in front of seventy five thousand eight hundred and fifty five people.
In the moment sitting in his car, radio volume up, scrolling through twitter. A Saturday night in Florida for an unmasked wrestler passing the time after leaving the gym. Prepared for battle, war, in front of those fans as he locks up with Soldado Fortuna one more time before moving on to bigger things.
He turns his attention from his phone to volume of the radio as talk of the Action Wrestling Pure Championship match at Turmoil is the topic of discussion.
Octagon Warfare
Pure Championship
Tom Frost vs. ZMac vs. Zaigon Carter vs. Max Daemon
You have a delusion that what you do is more important? - Max Daemon
Raijin thinks out loud as Daemon addresses Tom Frost.
“You’re gonna call this guy delusional?”
Laughs
Ah sweet another arrogant piece of shit who thinks he knows me, who calls me a "whiny bitch" despite me not whining once. - Max Daemon
Raijin again outwardly laughs.
“This guy… He’s seriously going to whine about someone calling him a whiner…”
A man more interested in fuckin chicks and hittin sticks. A man truly after my own heart. - Max Daemon
Raijin is really laughing now.
“He’s gonna tell a man he’s truly a man after his own heart and talk hitting sticks with him?”
You're just a prick who can't comprehend that they're in way over their head. -Max Daemon
Raijin turns the volume down, to off. Unfortunately, he can’t do the same with Daemon’s twitter feed.
Raijin hits the quote tweet button, presses some keys, hits send. He then hits contacts and dials up 98.7 the Shark a number he saved earlier in the day, just in case. You never know when your gonna end up on the radio cutting a guys throat.
“Please hold.”
Elevator music begins playing over the speaker as he’s on hold with with a station known for classic rock and they play elevator music. Station must be a Daemon fan. Raijin annoyed, waits, he’s got something to say.
…
…
…
“Finally, an answer…”
Blah, blah, blah… their definitely Daemon fans.
“Hey, you just got done replaying something about the AW’s Pure Championship match?”
The individual on the other line replies, blah, blah.
“Yeah, I’m Raijin, The American Luchador.”
“No, it’s not about my match with Soldado. That’s locked up, done.”
Blah… blah…
“I’m calling about Daemon, Maxi. Yeah.”
Blah, blah, blah…
This station just grows in my disdain with their useless ramblings of nothing, Raijin thinks to himself.
“Finally, yeah, here’s the deal. This guy comes out talking all kinds of useless, worthless, self righteous, and entitled…”
Blah, blah, blah…
“It takes a couple of minutes to get out all of the deserving contempt this guy builds up in someone. Let me finish bro…”
Time delayed by about ten minutes Raijin hangs up the phone, turns up the volume, and waits.
Maxi Daemon’s career appears to already be over he just doesn’t know it. Turmoil and his title reign are about to be over in a few days. The title belt he’s built his fifteen minutes of fame on isn’t going to last long. Half the roster already knows it and the other half are just ignoring it.
Let’s be honest here for a few minutes. That division is ripe of takeover and it’s currently run by the weakest guy in the division. Sure, he’s done a few things. I couldn’t tell you what I haven’t paid attention, like half the roster.
Maxi isn’t entertaining, yeah, he’s gonna say different cause I’m on here talking about him. Thing is, it’s not because of the title, screw the title. It’s that so called top 100 he’s making sure EVERYBODY is aware of. Even the top guy isn’t bragging as much, facts, check into them.
Yeah, it’s oddly funny that my boy Keeton is one spot under him. Which when you think about it Keeton’s Crusierweight Championship reign had more to it than this guy. Let’s face it that’s not saying much. Keeton took a dump on the CW belt almost as much as this guy is flushing the Pure division.
When I get back to the room I’m gonna need some TP to clean my ears cause the $h... is full when this guy talks. I’d flush my own head at this point. Couldn’t get his head out of his rear long enough to flush his.
Maxi, boy, please just stop, go away, talk your problems out with mama Maxi. She loves her boy. Trust me, you’re the pure definition of a mama’s boy. Pun intended. Just like on twitter. Check it @adubwrestle.
Turmoil is about here and I’m gonna finish up with Soldado and then… Well my plate is looking light since Keeton continues to avoid his demise.
Torture
Gravedigger
Janitor in the back with some whiteout and a sharpie.
Let me step out of the CW for one night.
Raijin vs Maxi
Make it happen, it’s not about the title, he’s not going to have it by then anyway. Let’s make this about his number on that list of AW.
Raijin wins Maxi’s name is wiped off the list by that janitor with the whiteout.
Let’s be real because this moment is very real for ol’ Maxi. That belt he so proudly carries slung over his shoulder. When that L hits his record and that belt changes hands. He can challenge for that again. He can earn that opportunity. He can make his way back up that contention list.
What he can’t do… Is get that number back.
That thing which he has obviously made known is more important than anything. That belt. His life. That number means most.
Hashtag #stipulation
Let’s see how much a cocky sucker that he really is. Yeah, pun intended again.
What about it Maxi?
Raijin vs Number 29
I saw that little message on twitter. How confident are you, boy…
The few minutes that 98.7 the Shark gave him has ended and they go on to the next caller. Some punk talking about baby boy Keeton.
Click.
Volume off… not important tonight.
Raijin gets out of his vehicle and heads to his room for an easy night of sleep.
Laughing.