Post by Max Daemon on Mar 19, 2022 20:56:34 GMT
"For those unaware of who I am, well, first of all, why the fuck not? I think I've done a pretty good job recently of gettin my name out there and unless you're livin under a rock or are stuck in a company that refuses ta' open its doors for anybody unless their name is James Raven or Chris Page, than certainly you've heard of me.
And if you haven't, than you're about to bear witness ta' a treat.
My name is Max fuckin Daemon.
I'd apologize for bein crass, but quite frankly, I don't really care.
Ya' see, I've made a name of myself recently by branchin out of the locations I know, and IWF is no different.
I walked into PWE and made its rumble style match my bitch.
I've started wrestlin for PWV and CU:LT while simultaneously makin Twitter regret ever allowin me a profile.
And then there's the IWF.
Look, a part of me wants ta' act like this place is some regal and legacy type promotion with history and remembrance, but if I'm bein honest, I didn't know a goddamn thing about this place until the invitation tweet popped up on my feed.
Truthfully I still don't know a goddamn thing about this place, so if I come across as slightly arrogant, don't worry, that's the point.
I could thank IWF for invitin me out here. I could thank the owners for even lettin me wrestle in their promotion. And I could also stop drinkin. Did it once, can certainly do it again.
But I don't wanna.
I don't wanna do any of those things.
Ya' see, IWF is gonna learn real fast that I do things the way I want, and if somebody doesn't like it, than I've got a more than healthy amount of dick and balls down here that ya' can promptly kiss. My way, the way I prefer, includes comin inta' whatever promotion happens ta' be advertisin some one-off match where people from other places can attend, promptly attendin said one-off matches, and then enterin as their biggest star and showing everybody exactly why I'm winnin.
Granted, it didn't work out fantastic with PWE, especially since it cost me airtime for a promo that will never air, but I think I did pretty well for myself given the field present.
Unfortunately, I can't say the same for this match.
Don't get me wrong, underestimatin anybody is the first step ta' a loss and holdin no respect for anybody here at all is certainly a pretty good way of gettin people ta' wanna throw me out the soonest they can at the behest of any rivalries they might have with each other.
And hell, walkin in here with the confidence I have, tellin everybody here that they're not worth shit (because they're not worth shit) is already a good way of not makin any friends.
But.
And here is the but.
But.
One thing that everybody is gonna learn real fuckin fast is that I don't care what ya' think. I don't care how good ya' think ya' are. I don't care if you're a former World Champion from Wrestling Championship Federation or Xcellent Wrestlers Fucking or whatever backwoods promotion ya' won a piece of cardboard with printer paper taped on it.
I only care about me.
I know, what a foreign concept. Somebody not givin a fuck about their opponents' credentials while raisin their own ta' be better.
Well hey, guess what. Ya' could be an Olympic gold medalist, and ta' me, it'll still hold dick on winnin a World Title in your first professional wrestlin match.
It'll still hold dick ta' debutin in the biggest MMA promotion around in the main event of a pay-per-view and goin three rounds with the greatest MMA fighter in the world.
It'll still hold dick ta' literally whatever else I have accomplished in my career.
Top 30 and Top 20 in my company's best wrestlers of the year in my first and second years there. Stalwart of a Pure Champion. Inaugural Pure Cup winner, which is two Pure style wars in one night.
Hey, if that isn't good enough for ya', how about went ta' the semi-finals in the first Roth Cup and would've done so again if a single referee didn't fuck me over?
How about pissed Bacchus off enough ta' realize he needed ta' change himself just ta' combat his enemies?
How about pissed Hope off enough ta' change allegiances and end up with a hot girlfriend?
I leave a mark on the people I face. Chase Jackson? Only just returned. Odin Balfore? Motherfucker turned around and won a title after I beat him. Bozo and Harvey Marx? Haven't seen 'em wrestlin since.
My name is Max fuckin Daemon.
People have spoken for years about bein the best and about winnin just by existin and enterin a match.
I don't need ta' prove myself ta' anybody in IWF.
Of course, that won't stop me from winnin by existin and enterin this match.
What's the big deal? Enter a match and toss anybody who follows over the top?
Easy shit.
And if ya' think that survivin a match like this is hard, than, well...there's somethin else ya' don't know about me.
Survivin is my thing. And if ya' really wanna try and stand toe-ta'-toe with me and throw me out, then, well...
I welcome ya' ta' try.
Just don't bitch and moan when I spit on ya' from above while you're on your ass, lookin up at me still in the ring."
And if you haven't, than you're about to bear witness ta' a treat.
My name is Max fuckin Daemon.
I'd apologize for bein crass, but quite frankly, I don't really care.
Ya' see, I've made a name of myself recently by branchin out of the locations I know, and IWF is no different.
I walked into PWE and made its rumble style match my bitch.
I've started wrestlin for PWV and CU:LT while simultaneously makin Twitter regret ever allowin me a profile.
And then there's the IWF.
Look, a part of me wants ta' act like this place is some regal and legacy type promotion with history and remembrance, but if I'm bein honest, I didn't know a goddamn thing about this place until the invitation tweet popped up on my feed.
Truthfully I still don't know a goddamn thing about this place, so if I come across as slightly arrogant, don't worry, that's the point.
I could thank IWF for invitin me out here. I could thank the owners for even lettin me wrestle in their promotion. And I could also stop drinkin. Did it once, can certainly do it again.
But I don't wanna.
I don't wanna do any of those things.
Ya' see, IWF is gonna learn real fast that I do things the way I want, and if somebody doesn't like it, than I've got a more than healthy amount of dick and balls down here that ya' can promptly kiss. My way, the way I prefer, includes comin inta' whatever promotion happens ta' be advertisin some one-off match where people from other places can attend, promptly attendin said one-off matches, and then enterin as their biggest star and showing everybody exactly why I'm winnin.
Granted, it didn't work out fantastic with PWE, especially since it cost me airtime for a promo that will never air, but I think I did pretty well for myself given the field present.
Unfortunately, I can't say the same for this match.
Don't get me wrong, underestimatin anybody is the first step ta' a loss and holdin no respect for anybody here at all is certainly a pretty good way of gettin people ta' wanna throw me out the soonest they can at the behest of any rivalries they might have with each other.
And hell, walkin in here with the confidence I have, tellin everybody here that they're not worth shit (because they're not worth shit) is already a good way of not makin any friends.
But.
And here is the but.
But.
One thing that everybody is gonna learn real fuckin fast is that I don't care what ya' think. I don't care how good ya' think ya' are. I don't care if you're a former World Champion from Wrestling Championship Federation or Xcellent Wrestlers Fucking or whatever backwoods promotion ya' won a piece of cardboard with printer paper taped on it.
I only care about me.
I know, what a foreign concept. Somebody not givin a fuck about their opponents' credentials while raisin their own ta' be better.
Well hey, guess what. Ya' could be an Olympic gold medalist, and ta' me, it'll still hold dick on winnin a World Title in your first professional wrestlin match.
It'll still hold dick ta' debutin in the biggest MMA promotion around in the main event of a pay-per-view and goin three rounds with the greatest MMA fighter in the world.
It'll still hold dick ta' literally whatever else I have accomplished in my career.
Top 30 and Top 20 in my company's best wrestlers of the year in my first and second years there. Stalwart of a Pure Champion. Inaugural Pure Cup winner, which is two Pure style wars in one night.
Hey, if that isn't good enough for ya', how about went ta' the semi-finals in the first Roth Cup and would've done so again if a single referee didn't fuck me over?
How about pissed Bacchus off enough ta' realize he needed ta' change himself just ta' combat his enemies?
How about pissed Hope off enough ta' change allegiances and end up with a hot girlfriend?
I leave a mark on the people I face. Chase Jackson? Only just returned. Odin Balfore? Motherfucker turned around and won a title after I beat him. Bozo and Harvey Marx? Haven't seen 'em wrestlin since.
My name is Max fuckin Daemon.
People have spoken for years about bein the best and about winnin just by existin and enterin a match.
I don't need ta' prove myself ta' anybody in IWF.
Of course, that won't stop me from winnin by existin and enterin this match.
What's the big deal? Enter a match and toss anybody who follows over the top?
Easy shit.
And if ya' think that survivin a match like this is hard, than, well...there's somethin else ya' don't know about me.
Survivin is my thing. And if ya' really wanna try and stand toe-ta'-toe with me and throw me out, then, well...
I welcome ya' ta' try.
Just don't bitch and moan when I spit on ya' from above while you're on your ass, lookin up at me still in the ring."
Well howdy there pardner.