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I .The Twilight of Vigilance Once upon a time, there was a wrestler named Maximus. He brought extraordinary skill, talent, precision, craftsmanship, and eminence to the ring, night in… and night out. It’s the honest to God truth… no lies whatsoever. It’s well too far away from anything of a lie. You can go ahead and ask ‘Jimmy’ James Raven for yourself. He still wishes to step into the ring with the Invictus himself. The very idea of it alone, makes him touch himself at night, giving him multiple orgasms. It’s a fact… Countless days have gone by, and how I have wished to return to the XWF. Just to prove my greatness once more. From the marks beating their dicks at the mere mention of my name, all the way to Jon Brown who’s probably getting skull fucked in a back alley somewhere. It truly is an amazing site to see, and you all will witness it for yourself. Even as if the “talent” today can even provide even an ounce of what I had. What gives me the right to be so fucking cocky? My name is not in the “Hall of Legends”. There is no mention of me being a former Universal, or even, a World Champion? So what gives me the right? The majority of the clowns that work here now, didn’t even know I existed until the big boss ‘Jimmy’ James announced the match that I will be partaking in this Sunday. So what gives me the right to be so cocky is the mere fact that I earned the right to be so. The mention of my name to current champions, top stars, and even legends- Ha! What joke! - would tremble. They would all shiver, and even be on the edge of a nervous breakdown when they found out that they were booked to go toe-to-toe with me in the ring. Mediocre performers and washed up wannabe “Legends”, hated me because they knew that I was that much better than them. This in turn led them to want to be taken more “Cereal”, than others… Some of you might know who I am talking about… Wink… Wink… Others who had what it took to be the best, and for damn sure, was the best at the time. They would go as far as to slander me behind my back, even had the nerve to speak negatively about me when I wasn’t around to defend myself. It was only because I was that much better than them… Such a tragedy… I know. In spite of all of that jazz, I was still one of the best of my time, fuck you if you disagree! I’ve proven it time and time again. I was set, and on my way to the very top. My presence as a dominant figure in the XWF was set to be unquestionable. Some of you might beg to differ… However, I have never cared about what people thought of me then… And I do not care now… Without my name being not mentioned as a former Top Tier Champion, nor having my name placed in the ‘Hall of Legends; it’s as if I have never existed. My name isn’t carved, and etched, in stone like T-Money, Centurion, Golden Boy, Cooper, Superballs, and… Jayson Willamz… Just to name a few. My name is written in history. However, it is as if it’s been left on a piece of paper. A piece of paper, which has been used as a piece of toilet paper, and someone wiped their ass all over it. I blame this new generation of so called… “Leadership”… I guess if you want to call it that. I feel insulted, and kind of bitter… Eh, then again, not really bitter… I’m still insulted, nonetheless. I gave my all to this promotion, until I was burnt out, and perform at my best anymore! And I just get thrown away like I never even existed!? What the fuck is this shit!? Sure… It happens to the best of us, does it not? If you have the nerve to say “Not me”, then you’re quite the queer. That’s just my opinion, but sometimes my “opinions” can be passed off as facts… Most of the time… So now I’m returning for just one night, and one night only. A night where the current, and for a lack of a better word, boring- Yea, I think I’ll go with boring- new “stars” of the XWF, will get to see exactly what a great wrestler in action. Now wait a minute! I know some of you old head have something to say about that last statement. Something that’ll probably be along the lines of this, “This guy literally has the nerve to call someone else boring?” And yes I do think that these new guys are boring… These new guys don’t impress me… Just saying. I will show them what “boring” is really about. I’ll show these new clowns how an “old” performer, who was stuck in mid-card hell, will take two men to their limit. Two men he has not seen, nor has spoken to, in two years. Even he himself, myself, has not performed in the XWF in approximately two years. Let’s see if lame ‘ol, longwinded, overrated Maxipuss still has it. So I guess this is where I will really begin to explain things. Pay attention kids, because I’m just getting warmed up… My match for this Sunday is booked with me going up against Christian Connolly and Zach Rizza. There’s something that we all have in common, and that’s the fact we’re all former stable mates. The name of the stable… The Vigilantes. A stable that was led by XWF Legend Lee Stone, and we were just his apart of his cast of ass kicking merry men. It was something that I was proud to be apart of, in my last run as a performer in this promotion. It was us against all of the other stables in the XWF. Were we the most dominant group in the XWF…? Meh… it’s a topic that could be up for debate. The Vigilante name itself started to ring some bells in the craniums of the XWF elite, once Lee had announced that he would be bringing the stable back as a dominant force to be reckoned with in the XWF. Pretty much, The Vigilantes have a very prestigious history in this promotion, and a long list accolades as well. A history and legacy that I became apart of… in its twilight… My run with The Vigilantes, in 2008, was bittersweet to say the least. I was scouted, and hand picked, by the Legend Lee Stone himself. The approval and acceptance came soon afterwards, from C2. That’s something to be proud right? Right… it damn sure was. Lee had assembled a team with C2 as his main man, as he has always been. Zach Rizza, Alex Cutwright, and myself as the supporting cast members, to such an “awesome” ensemble. We were set to take the XWF by storm, as the bells were being tolled for a stable war in the summer of 2008. C2, Rizza, Alex, and yours truly, were being groomed into stepping into the spotlight and proving to everyone that we were the best in the promotion. Sounds like an amazing deal right? With a great ensemble of wrestlers assembled, with a great plan, it all sounds phenomenal on paper. Did The Vigilantes live up to the expectations of being as fucking awesome Lee had planned? Let’s see… Lee Stone… I think I start with him first… What has been said about this man, that he hasn’t already said about himself? He’s a cocky, arrogant, self-righteous, self-exalting, narcissistic asshole… But I would have to admit, the man could shit in a bowl and tell you its filet mignon, and you would believe it. He’s has a right be all of those negative things that I just mentioned. He’s that talented to back it all up. He knows it, and wouldn’t even be upset in the slightest with what I just said… Ha ha! He would probably take it as a compliment! Fucking jerk… With all of that mentioned, you would think that all of that I just mentioned, you would think that we would be unstoppable with just Lee alone? WRONG! As great as he was, is, whatever, the man was regulated to sitting his black ass in a wheel chair. We wasn’t able to fight with us to fend off The Tribe, and those Black Order jerk offs. He was in the twilight of his career, and he kept himself in the wheel chair for that entire run with us. Not his fault though… I mean, if you saw the Helldome match that he had against Connolly, Raziel, and Boondock Saint… Oh… My… Gawd… fucking epic. However, taking orders from a cripple was not something that I had in mind. Then there was Alex… I really talk to him as much as I spoke to Lee. Funny story though, I only spoke to Lee… Everyone only spoke to Lee. There was barely any communication between us! So back to Alex… He was gone as quickly came… No homo, ha ha! All joking aside… It was another bitter moment for The Vigilantes. However, the best and strongest members of this stable were C2 and Zach. Both men were regarded as top tier performers in the XWF. Due to accolades, and the prestige of their accomplishments of course. Who was thee best of though? Of course Lee Stone would jump in and say himself, since C2 was using both of his legs and could fight, then I would have to go with him. As for Rizza…? Schme... It puzzled me as to how he was regarded to considered to be a top performer in the XWF. Even to this very day, I don’t fucking understand it. More on the Maixmus vs. Rizza in moment folks… Mind you, Zach was a former World Champion at that time, or something like that. Yet, he couldn’t even manage to defeat an up and coming James Raven when he was just coming off being the Phoenix Champion! Seriously… I would’ve handed James Raven his balls back then… Such a fucking shame. Then there was C2… Even though he was just coming off as being a former Universal Champion, he was being regulated to being Raziel’s punching bag every week… Every week… Let me reiterate folks… EVERY WEEK! Maybe I’m coming off as an unappreciative asshole who’s criticizing the man who saw the potential in me to be a star. Criticizing? Definitely. Unappreciative for what he’s done for me? Not even in the slightest. I have personally thanked Lee on numerous occasions, even up until the point where he has told me to shut up a few times. I just didn’t agree with how things were being done. I did see the bigger picture, and the goal for which Lee wanted accomplish. However, I just wanted to do things my own way. Did I make things any better? To be honest with you guys, nope, not at all. I failed to capture the Canadian Championship twice, and I went and got myself arrested for knocking out that faggot Drake Komodo. So there goes my failure… However, no one, and I mean no one, has ever made me look like a complete idiot on air. It was when The Vigilantes started to pull away from each other, is when we began to see individual success. I personally believed that Rizza and C2 didn’t need to be apart of a stable in order to become even more successful than what they already were. But did I need The Vigilantes? Some might say yes, some might say no. I however, believed that I would’ve gotten to where I’ve ended up with or without The Vigilantes. Fighting with them, or fighting against them, it wouldn’t have mattered to me. Now for one night, and one night only, I will go up against two of my former allies. The two, who was considered to be the best of the entire stable. They know what I can bring to the table… I know what I can bring to the table… Most importantly, I know what THEY can bring to the table. Being away two years hasn’t made me stupid; it will all be fair game. Truth be told… in ’08, The Vigilantes looked solid on paper. However, together we sucked… Divided…? Ha! We were at the top of our game, and not many people could touch us. I still regard myself as one of the greatest performers that the XWF has ever seen. Rizza and C2 are definitely on that list as well. This match will be the greatest match at 10-10-10, and all of you will be there to witness it. All of you will be there to witness the final nail in the coffin… The Twilight of Vigilance. II. Tender Surrender October 8th, 2010 7:44 PM Garden City Park, NY The scene opens to a calm autumn evening in the quiet, upper middle class neighborhood of Garden City Park, NY. A neighborhood which is filled with upscale houses, large houses, well manicured lawns, and expensive cars. There’s very little to no random activity going on outside at the present time. All of the people in the neighborhood are sitting in their homes, relaxing, watching T.V, spending time with their children, reading a book, exercising to work off the summer weight gain, banging their spouses… Who fucking cares really… We now turn our attention to the inside of a beautiful home within the neighborhood. A nice house, with a lot of living space. A house big enough to fit three families inside of it. However, one particular family occupies this house, and have made it into a lovely home… At least it was until tonight. We now move along to the master bedroom of the entire house. There’s a king size bed in between the large room. Over to the right side of the room, there’s a door that lead’s to the bathroom, and the door is cracked wide open. Whoever is inside of the bathroom doesn’t stay inside of the bathroom for long. A young Latina woman suddenly comes storming out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a night robe. Her hair and her skin wet, most likely just came out of the shower. Regardless of that, she looks very upset, looking as if she’s about to cry almost. She sits down on the bed, and folds her arms. The person she seems to be upset begins to walk out of the bathroom, slowly. A Caucasian man appears at the bathroom door. Unlike the woman who entered the bedroom before him, he’s not wet, nor is he wearing a robe at all. Actually he’s fully clothed, wearing a black t-shirt, a pair of fitted jeans, and slippers on his feet. As we begin to focus as to who the man is, it appears to be Maximus. He has a puzzled look on his face, as he stares at his wife, Jasmine. She’s obviously upset with him about something… As she always is… A smirk suddenly comes across Maximus’s face, and he begins to walk towards the closet of his bedroom. He takes out a suitcase, and places it on the floor of the room. He begins to start placing clothes inside of the suitcase. Out of nowhere, Jasmine throws a pillow at Maximus, striking him in the head. Maximus not too pleased with his wife’s actions. Maximus: What the fuck is wrong with you woman!? Jasmine responds in a hurtful tone. Jasmine: You’re really going to go? You’re really going to just up and leave, just like that! Maximus looks confused and annoyed at the same time. Maximus: Can you just drop it? Jasmine speaks again, this time there’s a croak in her voice. Jasmine: No, I will not drop it! Fuck you Terry! Fuck you! Jasmine then throws another pillow at Maximus. This Maximus catches it, and still looks at her in confusion. Maximus: Seriously… I left wrestling two years ago, now that I’m going back for one fucking gig. Yet, you want to give me the same shit that you use to do every time I had to leave town. It’s just for the weekend!? Jasmine folds her arms even harder and turns her back towards Maximus. Maximus: If it means that much to you, then I’ll call James right now and cancel. I won’t go. Jasmine responds, with her back still turned towards Maximus. Jasmine: No, go… I don’t want you to pass up this opportunity. Go and regain your “passion”… See if I care. Maximus knows that this is a trap. Why do women do this shit? Maximus however, is just going to play along. Maximus responds in a cheerful tone. Maximus: Thanks babe, I knew you would come around. You’re the greatest… he he… Maximus waits for it, and Jasmine quickly turns around and screams at Maximus. Jasmine: YOU’RE A FUCKING JERK! Jasmine then hops off of the bed, pushes Maximus and walks right into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Maximus just shakes his head, and finishes throwing in his last piece of clothing in his suitcase. Maximus then walks over to the bathroom door. Maximus: (He speaks to himself) Here we go again… Maximus then walks into the bathroom, and he sees Jasmine panting around the bathroom. She looks even more upset than she was before. Maximus doesn’t help out in the situation. Maximus: You know I’m not going play these stupid games with you. Why the fuck are you being such a spoiled bitch right now? Such a charming guy Maximus is… Jasmine then storms over to him, and begins throwing multiple punches to his chest. Trying get each word out with each punch. Jasmine: Fuck… You… You… Piece… Of… Shit! Argh! I hate you right now! Jasmine throws one last punch, but Maximus catches it. Her hits had no effect on him. He just looks into her eyes, and sees that her eyes are getting watery. Jasmine sheds a tear, and Maximus just gives her an empathetic look. Jasmine then turns her head, trying to hide her face. Jasmine: I’m not going to cry over this… I won’t… Get the fuck off of me. Jasmine tries to pull back, but Maximus’s grip is too strong for her. Jasmine keeps trying to pull away, but Maximus won’t let go. Jasmine: I said let go of me! Maximus let’s go of Jasmine, and Jasmine tries to push Maximus out of the way, so she can leave the bathroom again. Maximus doesn’t budge. Jasmine: Move puto. Maximus: Not until you tell me what the problem is. Jasmine sighs, and folds her arms. Maximus tries to wipe the tears off of her face, but she smacks his hand instead. Maximus: Just stop it already, I have to go. Jasmine: So fucking go already! I’m not going to miss you! Maximus begins to laugh. Maximus: Oh my gosh. It’s only been two years since I left that place. Just one gig, it’s good money, and I’ll be back home before you know it. Jasmine: You said that two years ago when you went to work for them the last time! And look what happened, you got locked up for a month for being a hard ass! Which was great all by itself, since you were always on the road to begin with! Maximus begins to laugh. Maximus: So that’s what this is all about? You think I’m going to get arrested again? Jasmine then gives Maximus a dissatisfying look. Jasmine: Stop playing stupid. You know, after two years, after the new life that we created for ourselves. I would think that wouldn’t want to go back… Go back… There… To that place. Maximus: Hm… I hear what you’re saying, but you’re not understanding- Jasmine cuts Maximus off before he could finish. Jasmine: That what? That you’re a selfish asshole! Maximus: Close, but you’re not getting the picture. Jasmine: Fuck you “Maximus”. Maximus shakes his head, and begins to speak calmly with a smile on his face. Maximus: Listen, I know the things that I’ve done after wrestling have been great for us. I was able to stay at home more, spend time with the family, and make way more money than I have ever made than when I was a wrestler. However… Jasmine cuts in, before Maximus finishes. This time, moaning as she speaks. Jasmine: However what? I don’t understand. We have a better life! We’re happy, you’re home, you’re here with us! Why go back there only to get injured, ridiculed, burnt out, and frustrated again? Why…? Maximus turns his head and looks down towards the floor. Maximus then looks back up at Jasmine, and looks very serious. Maximus: I’m going back because I miss it… Plain and simple as that. Jasmine throws her hands up in the air, rolls her eyes and walks away from Maximus. She begins to cry. Maximus: Here’s what you’re not getting. I love wrestling. I love performing, and I was able to make a living doing it. What a better way to live? How many people look back at their lives and said “I did what I wanted to do with my life?” Not many if you ask me. I was able to do it. After I left, I felt like it was a mistake. Jasmine turns around towards Maximus, with tears in her eyes. Maximus stops her before she has anything to say about his last comment. Maximus: I’m not saying that I regret the new path that I have taken. Nor am I saying that I hate the fact that I spend time with you and the kids. Jasmine: So what are you saying? Maximus begins to speak, but with a lot of intensity in his voice. Maximus: I’m saying, I just miss the doing the thing that I love doing. Wrestling was, and still is my passion. A passion that not many people will be able to understand. One of the people who does understand gave me the call, and is giving me the opportunity to relive my passion one more time. Jasmine: You say it as if you have something to prove. You don’t have anything to prove, you’ve had a great career. Just let it go! Maximus shakes his head, and looks at his wife with a smirk on his. Maximus: You’re right. I don’t have anything to prove. I know I had a good career, even though it could’ve been better. I’m just doing this to prove to myself that I’m still in love what it is that I have loved first. Maximus then walks over to Jasmine, and embraces her. He looks into her eyes, and begins to speak calmly again. Maximus: I love you, and I love this family. I will never leave you guys again like that, the way I did before. If I ever decided to go back full time, things will be different. As of right now, I’m not. Please try to understand… Please? Jasmine, with same sad look on her face, looks up at Maximus. She then lays her head on Maximus’s chest. Jasmine: … Okay… Maximus and Jasmine continue to embrace each other for the remainder of the time. Maximus has to get ready to leave, but he’s savoring the moment with his wife. Maximus suddenly let’s go of his wife, and walks back inside of the bedroom. He closes his suitcase. As he does so, Jasmine walks back inside of the bedroom as well. Maximus then realizes that his wife is wearing nothing but a robe on… A lusting smirk comes upon Maximus’s face, and Jasmine bites her lip, she knows what’s to come next. Maximus then slowly walks over to Jasmine, takes her into arms, and they begin to kiss passionately. Maximus stops, and looks at the clock… He has a flight to catch in 2 hours… Oh well, pretty sure he’s going to have catch a later flight… End III. Demon of the Fall II: Alive and well… And back to raise hell Hello XWF… So glad to see you again… It’s been awhile. Approximately two years, and it seems as if I have missed so much since I’ve been gone. Where was I when we’re last here? Hm… Let’s see… Oh! I know, I was the Canadian Champion, and I lost to Spice One, aka Krazzy Kidd. What character I tell ya. He managed to do very well for himself, as I saw that he went on to become World Champion, and finally established himself in some way… I guess. He’s not here now for me to congratulate him on his success, nor for me to kick his fucking head in either. Nonetheless, it’s all good. I mean shit… I have a lot to fucking say, but I don’t have the time to do so at this very moment. I can go on and on, and rant about the past. Talk about all the hypocritical ass clowns who envied me because I was better than them. All of the guys who I wish I could’ve gotten in the ring with. All of the things I could’ve done if I would’ve stayed. There’s no need for me to speak about that, even some people might want me too, but I will not. My in-ring return this Sunday was booked at the very last minute by James Raven himself. Which I would like to add that it’s great to see a great guy, such as James, running things around here. Can you imagine if Cyren was in control of the XWF? Think about it… I know… Not a very good look. To speak on the matter at hand, the match is set for Me vs. Zach Rizza vs. Christian Connolly. How fucking awesome is this!? Not only do I get kick Zach’s fucking head in, I get to do the same to C2! How exciting, and what a great opportunity to get in the ring with the Legend Christian Connolly himself. Then there’s Zach Rizza too… As I have had matches against Zach before, I already beat him before. Going up against him again is kind of pointless, even though I haven’t been in wrestling for past two years. Zach just recently lost his World Championship, yet he’s still the same performer that he was those two years ago. Which was, stale and boring. He’s really is the luckiest mid-carder to ever in the history of wrestling. Zach is nothing but a 6’11, Big Tyme pile of shit, whose pathetic skills make him an overrated joke of a wrestler, and hyped up sports entertainer. His consistency and overall luck has gotten him to where he’s gone. But do you see how far his luck has gotten him? His reigns as Universal and World Champion weren’t legendary. No one is jerking off to the mere thoughts of Zach successful defense, after successful defense. He’s remembered as a shot in the dark champion, who just somehow managed to get his foot in the door somehow. Could life have been better, if Zach’s mother just simply swallowed his father’s cum? You’d think that the slut of a mother he had, it would’ve been easier for her to do it that time. Don’t think I have forgotten Zach, you use to be a thorn in my side when we were back in the Hart division. You had the nerve to claim that I was your punching bag? Yet, you were the mediocre, big for nothing, cum chugging, ass gaping fag who couldn’t hold a candle to me. Even after two years of me being away from wrestling, I bet you still can’t! I kicked your ass back then, to gain my second Hart championship. Yet, you wanted to piss and moan, like the little bitch that you were, and had the nerve to attack me from the back and put me out of action. Afterwards you’ve managed to make it to the top of the XWF… Somehow… I wonder who the hell you were going up against, because I doubt that your opponents were anywhere near as good as me. You sniveling cunt, if I had remained consistent, do you really think that you would’ve gotten anywhere else other than your “infamous” Xtreme title runs? 16 times eh? That’s about as impressive as your faggot ass getting rammed by a horse cock. I always knew that I was better than you, and I knew that if I was to ever stay around, you and I would’ve crossed paths again. Upon doing so, I would’ve kicked your fucking head in, right into the fucking ground. Making you look like the cunt faced piece of shit that you really are. You wouldn’t have been so lucky getting all those top tier championship runs that you have received. Those title reigns would’ve been mine, and it would’ve been me kicking the shit out of Jem Williams, and doing so based off of the fact that I was the better man… Not because I got lucky. Then… Oh man, I can’t believe this, but when Lee Stone invited me to join The Vigilantes, I was really contemplating fucking you up on numerous occasions. It would’ve been great to get my payback once and for all, after all of the shit that you did to me. However, I was the bigger man, and let bygones be bygones, and decided that I would at least tolerate your big doofy ass. After the whole The Vigilante thing ended, and after you got lucky again, and wasn’t able to prove yourself worthy as the top dog of the company… AGAIN! You went and tried to be apart of that James Raven abomination. What was the name of those clowns again… Shit, I can’t remember… OH! The Prophecy! You were able to become Tag Team Champion with Roxy Nova. The little slut who got all emotional once I called her out for what she truly was. They didn’t want you to be apart of their team… James Raven didn’t like you… In fact, James Raven kicked your ass a few times! Then you went along to try to kiss his ass and join his stable? What kind of fag are you? Once again, I had let bygones be bygones, yet you embarrassed me, denying my hand in the possibility of a new partnership. Only after the when I defeated you, that was when you decided to do that… How fucking awesome. I could’ve ripped you to fucking shreds in front of Lee and C2’s face at any time that I felt like it! Out of the respect that I had for those two, I just sat back watched James Raven fuck you up on a weekly basis. Let me ask you this Zach, does James like it when you spit or swallow? I guess you two were on that whole “don’t ask, don’t tell” thing… That’s cool. I’m sure Roxy loved reaming you with her massive dildo collection. You’re thing, you’re swing, but it’s obvious that you’re flaming piece of shit. I can’t wait to fuck you up one more time, and make you look like the bitch that you really are to this new generation of XWF sports entertainers. You might have others fooled, but not me Zachary. Your next moment of embarrassment is to come this Sunday, and I can’t wait to deliver it to you. Good luck, because you’re always going to need it… A question for all of you now… How many would it take to beat me? Let me answer that for you… NONE! XWF Legend Christian Connolly is in this match as well. As great as he is, and all of things that he has accomplished in his career, The Stuntan Superman is about to get something that he’s never had before. Not white women, because we all know black men go crazy over some sweet white Becky pussy… No. He’s going get… Hm… what is he going to get? An ass kicking… Nah… that’s too juvenile and redundant to say. Who the fuck cares though, as the fact that he’s never stepped in the ring with me before, and this will be the first time for him as well. However, I will say this, I did at one point look up to C2. Right after he became the Universal Champion in 2008, and winning the Helldome match, he showed and proved that he earned to be champion. Unlike Zach, who pussed out after each reign, Connolly was a champions champion. He carried himself with dignity, and pride… Like a champion should always do. Unlike Jayzon Williamz… Yea… I said Jayson Williamz, come fucks wit cha boy homie! I got something more powerful than a whip for that ass, that’ll take you and your people back 400 years. Just say ‘yessa massa’ and we can keep this shit rollin son, nah mean!? Right… The House Negro C2… Anyway, he was quite the athlete, and a great performer. Being that he approved of Lee allowing me to join The Vigilantes, it was always sitting in the back of my mind of wanting to kick fucking ass too. Why C2? He’s like the black Mr. Rogers… Schme… No reason, I just felt like kicking his ass, that’s all. Crazy Italians don’t need a reason. It was an honor and privilege watching him work, and even working with him. Now, it’s going to be an honor and a privilege to hand him a defeat. How embarrassing would it be, to see, that Maximus, just a former Canadian Champion is beat a Legend and another former Universal Champion? Talk about being the underdog… However James Raven is not stupid, he knew what he was doing, and even he knows how great I am. He use to tell me that all the time, he won’t sit there and deny it. A better dream match for me would’ve actually have been to go up against James Raven. I guess settling for Connolly alone would’ve been equally as good. Adding Rizza lowers the value of the whole thing. Tragic… I know… Regardless, this will still be a great match for the three of us. Not that Zach will make it any better. It’s more so that C2 and I will make it better. The true athletes, the true wrestlers, with real skill, talent and passion for the sport of professional wrestling. So folks, Maximus is alive and well. He’s coming back for just one night only, to raise hell. To give the best wrestling that he can. Why? Simply because I can do what I want, when I want, because I want too… See you later cunts... |
