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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jun 6, 2023 10:50:59 GMT
Match Three
UK Championship
Standard Singles Match
Denise Diamond vs Max Stone vs Adam The Mosnter
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Post by Adam The Monster on Jun 6, 2023 12:11:17 GMT
[The IIW arena is shrouded in darkness, with a single spotlight illuminating the center of the ring. The crowd buzzes with anticipation, waiting for the arrival of Adam The Monster. Suddenly, a chilling silence falls over the arena as haunting music fills the air. Smoke billows from the entrance ramp, and Adam's monstrous silhouette emerges, sending shivers down the spines of the audience.]
WHAT’S THAT COMING OVER THE HILL IS IT A MONSTER? ADAM THE MONSTER!
Adam The Monster: [In a deep, booming voice] IIW, are you ready to witness the power that lies within? Are you prepared to be MONSTERISED?
[The crowd erupts in cheers, their excitement palpable.]
Adam The Monster: [Pacing back and forth, radiating an intimidating aura] Tonight, Max Stone and Denise Diamond, you dare to step into MY domain? You think you can withstand the fury of the Monster? Well, let me warn you, for your sake, that you tread upon dangerous ground.
[Adam's eyes gleam with an intensity that sends a chill through the arena.]
Adam The Monster: You see, Max Stone, Denise Diamond, I once feasted on the flesh of mortals. Darkness coursed through my veins, and fear was my sustenance. But I have risen above my monstrous past. I have found redemption within the squared circle, where my primal instincts can be harnessed for good.
[Adam clenches his fists, his muscles bulging with anticipation.]
Adam The Monster: Every time I enter this ring, I am reminded of the battle that rages within me. The scent of human meat, the temptation to succumb to the hunger that lingers in my memories—it all tests my resolve. But know this, Max Stone, Denise Diamond, I am no longer the monster that haunted the shadows.
[Adam's voice takes on a more compassionate tone.]
Adam The Monster: Deep down, I am kind. I yearn to inspire, to show the world that even the darkest beings can find light. With the guidance of my trusted companion, Charlie Schmidt, the janitor who has seen it all, I have learned to control my primal urges.
[Charlie steps forward, wielding a mop in one hand and a microphone in the other, his deadpan expression adding a touch of sarcastic humour.]
Charlie Schmidt: Yeah, that's right. I'm the unfortunate soul stuck babysitting this big, cuddly monster. But hey, at least he doesn't leave slime trails all over the arena like some wrestlers I know.
[The crowd chuckles, enjoying Charlie's dry wit.]
Charlie Schmidt: And let me tell you, Max Stone, Denise Diamond, you better watch out. Adam may have given up on his monster buffet, but that doesn't mean he won't take a bite out of you two if you get in his way.
[Adam chuckles, joining in on the humor.]
Adam The Monster: That's right, Charlie. These two better prepare themselves for a wrestling feast they won't soon forget. But fear not, Max Stone, Denise Diamond, I promise not to serve you up as the main course. I'll save that for a celebratory feast after I claim the UK Championship.
[Charlie nods, smirking mischievously.]
Charlie Schmidt: Oh, you hear that, folks? Adam has graciously decided not to snack on our opponents tonight. It's the little acts of kindness that really make him the monster with manners.
[The crowd bursts into laughter, thoroughly entertained by the banter between Adam and Charlie.]
Adam The Monster: So, Max Stone, Denise Diamond, get ready for a battle of epic proportions. It's going to be a night filled with bone-crushing slams and jaw-dropping maneuvers. And if you think you can escape the monster's grasp, well, good luck with that. The only way out is through the Monster's den!
[Adam roars, sending tremors throughout the arena, while Charlie playfully waves his mop in the air.]
Charlie Schmidt: Brace yourselves, IIW! Tonight, Adam The Monster is going to give these two a wrestling lesson they'll never forget. And remember, if you smell something a little too appetizing, it's just Adam's primal instincts reminding him of the good old days. But no worries, folks, we've got plenty of hot dogs and nachos to keep him satisfied.
[The crowd bursts into laughter once again, eagerly anticipating the showdown.]
Adam The Monster: Max Stone, Denise Diamond, prepare yourselves for a MONSTER-sized beatdown! Monsterville, get ready to witness the triumph of the reformed monster! I WILL MONSTERISE YOU!
[The arena erupts in a mix of laughter, cheers, and applause as Adam The Monster and Charlie Schmidt leave the ring, ready to face the challenges and bring a touch of comedy to the world of professional wrestling.]
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Post by Max Stone on Jun 16, 2023 8:25:17 GMT
HOME AGAIN We find ourselves in a dark room with the only source of light coming from LED displays on whatever electronics lie dormant and unused. A door slowly cracks open and a hand reaches in and hits a light switch, bringing the room to life and revealing that this is the penthouse apartment of MAX STONE. The last time we saw Max, he was in the Resnick Psychiatric Hospital and his mom had just arrived for a visit. He's wearing just a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He takes a few steps through the entryway and notices a large antique chest on the floor with a combination lock to open it. On top of the chest is a long and skinny box. Max picks that one up and walks over to the couch where he places the package on the coffee table. Still under some kind of influence from whatever was being forced into his body at the hospital, he stares at the box in a daze. Drugs or no drugs, the way Max is carrying himself differently than we're used to seeing. Butters: Hey Mister Stone! You're home!Max: What the fuck!Max jumps out of his seat from the starle. Max: What the hell are you doing here?Butter: I'm sorry, Mr. Stone! It's just I didn't expect you back so quickly and staying here is better than staying in my dorm. I've been housesitting for you. Max looks at the goofy college student. It feels like it's been ages since this kid has started following Max around with a camera and documenting his life. He had mostly forgotten that this project had been started since being, you know, locked away in a psych ward has had a massive impact on the way that Max perceives time, space, and reality. Butters, real name Brenny Wallace, stands there looking like a dog who feels guilty for peeing in a rug. But Max can't stay mad at the kid for too long. Max: I appreciate that. How's everything been?Brenny: Same old. I didn't really get to finish the project but I figure this kind of thing deserves to be bigger and better than what we initially set out to do. But forget about me! You're home! I take it the tape that I sent worked?Max: It might have? I don't know. A lot of weird shit went down in Resnick, man. I know you have a lot of questions and we'll get all those answered but for now I just want to chill. Feel free to take your camera and start rolling. Brenny shoots over to the other room as Max picks away at the tape on the box. He manages to get enough extracted to where he can pull a large strip off and open the contents of the box. A sheet of paper falls out and Max examines the writing on it. I thought you might like this back. Keep on wearing it with pride. - O.V. Max pulls out a cloth back in the shape of a championship belt. He unzips the back and there it is: the IIW United Kingdom Championship belt. Brenny walks back into the room with the red light on at the end of the camera. Max: Y'know… I thought I wasn't going to see this again. Surely I would have had it taken away if I was locked in that place any longer but here we are. I'm back where I belong and so is this beautiful belt that I must defend this upcoming Mayhem. The last true singles championship left in IIW. Throw in the Tag Titles and the Gangsters of Christ and you're looking at the only three left here that hold gold that are worth being proud of. I thought Enigma and Mac Bane would come in here and show that they're everything they're cracked up to be and more. I had thought that these two would really set themselves apart but in the end they just do what those who suddenly find power do and they take the easiest path possible that ensures they can keep a tight grip on that which they are afraid to lose. Max scoffs. He continues staring down at the championship.Max: Imagine being down on your knees for Joe Montuori, begging for a pat on the back from the biggest fraud champion that's ever walked the Earth. Sacrificing your individuality and whatever made you special in the first place so J Mont can go on Twitter and offer nothing more than the standard "WE'RE TAKING OVER!" Anyone who stands by his side are nothing but shitty background characters in an 80s movie when the bully antagonist hits a frat party looking to show the uninterested ladies that he's a big man. The Mecca has been reduced to Biff Tannen's cronies but they could only wish they were that cool. Just a flock of sheep out on display. Disappointing, really. Max shows the United Kingdom Championship to the camera. Max: The last true championship in this company. The one that means the most. Still the biggest L that Mecca has taken and it eats them up that they don't have it. Now I'm sure they'll send another one to come try to grab it and I'll be right here to dash their hopes again. And I assume we'll be playing this game time and time and time and time again. Goliath? Beat him. Bam Miller? Beat him. Kim Pain? Maybe if she can win a match on Mayhem then we can talk. Fred Debonair?Oh, Fred… we're gonna talk about you another time, Fred. Butters, can you go over to the counter there and bring me all of those papers?Brenny sets the camera down on the coffee table and returns a few moments later. Max looks through the stack and smiles. Max: Now most of these I cannot show on camera. Do you have any idea what these are?Brenny: Papers?Max sighs. Max: Of course they're papers. These papers are opportunities all with my name on it. Sounds like some other companies have caught wind that a certain someone's contract is up at the end of next month and they're prepared to get themselves into the Max Stone business. Brenny: Hey Max? Maybe you should get some rest. We can pick this up tomorrow. Max: No. Let's capture this moment for the documentary. Check this one out here. This is for Kingdom Championship Wrestling based out of the UK. They're having a battle in a couple weeks. Team UK vs. Team Scotland. How can you have a team UK without the best damn United Kingdom Champion of all time? Scoring a victory there would add a whole lot of prestige to my championship. Ooh, check this one out. Now this is interesting. Max holds up a shiny gold piece of paper up to the camera. Max: A golden ticket. An invite to the upcoming World Series of Wrestling skills competition where I will compete against 31 others. Golden proof that my stock is shooting to the moon and when I am done there, every single person in this industry will know the name of Max Stone. I will soon be able to walk into any company and make an immediate impact. The future is looking bright Butters, ain't it?Brenny: You should be very proud of your hard work. Now you know you have a championship defense this upcoming Mayhem right?Max: And I am getting to that. Check out this one. Max holds up another sheet of paper to the camera. "INTENSE INTERNATIONAL WRESTLING."Max: A contract extension. Worth a pretty penny more than my first one too. When I came back, I signed what they like to call a "prove it" deal in sports. A low risk high reward deal for the IIW and I believe that's paid dividens but now the time has come to really talk turkey. The last few weeks I've had a whole lot of time to think about everything going on in my personal and professional life and Butters, I can tell you that I really don't know what my course of action is here. Butters: … Does this mean you might not re-up with the IIW?Max: Don't know, Butters. Don't know. Do I let my contract expire and go out as the last great champion this company may ever see again? It would just be a matter of time before there would just be another tournament that happens then another person comes in and joins Mecca and rinse and wash and repeat. Do I really want to see those guys get their wish and take all the championship gold. Furthermore… do I even care? Do I stay here and keep fighting a war that will never be won? These egotistical Mecca douchebags are going to drain every last ounce they can from this company and burn it all down from the inside. The question now becomes: do I watch that happen from the inside or out? I guess these are things you think about when you find yourself locked up against your will and wondering where your life's work will take you next. Max's own voice starts to echo through his head. A new side effect from his time at the Resnick Psychiatric Hospital.Max: And Butters, if those questions weren't enough… Now I have to ask myself how much of the work I need to continue that was started at the hospital because your boy definitely isn't cured of what ails him. No, no, no. Have you ever been in a mind Scraper, Butters? I can't say that I recommend it! I am starting to learn things about myself that maybe I knew all along and just never wanted to admit but all of my roads are soon leading to choices. Brenny: Max, it's no big deal. We can stop now. Max: But I haven't even talked about my upcoming opponents! Max removes a bottle of pills from his pocket and starts to shake them like a maraca.Max: My little souvenir from the good folks at Resnick. They keep HIM quiet but they also turn me into a zombie and if I'm a zombie, I can't wrestle. Quite a predicament I might say! Maybe Denise Demarco or Denise Diamond or whatever the hell her name is might like it if I pop one of these bad boys and sink into the couch. An easy title win for someone who's walking back into the company after God knows how long and thinks that she can win herself a championship. A human shaped blob is starting to form right behind Brenny. The voice from the blob echoes around Max's ears but he can't make out anything it's saying. Max: And what unfortunate timing for Denise because she's catching me at a time where I'm a little different than people are used to seeing. I'm a little unpredictable. Maybe I'm a little dangerous. Just ask FD… sorry, I forgot that's still for everyone to find out later. Without these pills, I cannot guarantee what that Maniac will do. If you think I'm angry and unpredictable, wait till you get a load of him! For your sake, Denise, I hope you don't have to meet him because he is nasty and he has a lot of aggression to take out. And just when you've thought you were well prepared, you'll find the bell ringing and you're in the ring with two "monsters."Max places his hands over his ears to try to temporarily relieve the voice getting louder and louder. Brenny sets the camera down and runs to get Max a glass of water, thinking that will help in his naive but admirable way. Max takes a chug of the water. Max: Thanks Butters. I have a question for you now. Butters: Yes?Max: Who the hell is Adam the Monster? Is this some kind of a joke? Butters: I don't exactly know. I think he's someone that was around a long time ago and is now back to try to take you down.Max: Well that's just great. Who else is gonna pop out of the woodwork to take a crack at me? I got a woman who's been MIA for almost a year and some monster who wants to "monsterize" me? Does this Adam really think that he could outmonster a monster? Maybe I take what's left of these pills and flush 'em down the toilet and then Adam could really see what a monster looks like because maybe I'm a little tired of fighting that part of myself. Maybe for one night I let him loose and stop caring about the consequences. If the people want a monster, I'll show them a Goddamn monster. Max lets out a big yawn. Brenny shuts off the camera. Brenny: Please get some rest. Brenny retires to one of the bedrooms in the apartment, leaving Max alone in the living room. It was only a few weeks in Resnick but Max had started to get used to having people around and being alone now feels weird even though he's been alone almost his entire life. He hasn't heard the Maniac speak intelligible words in weeks but as he sits here detoxing from the drugs pumped into him at the facility, his other half is starting to come in clearer. Max closes his eyes and takes another sip of water. When he opens them, the Maniac looking crystal clear stands in front of him. Maniac: Nice work on the Debonair thing. I didn't think you had it in you. Who's the dangerous one now?
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