The Course Corrector (750 Word Freestyle)
Sept 30, 2022 9:34:50 GMT -5
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Post by Max f'n Daemon on Sept 30, 2022 9:34:50 GMT -5
Ya’ ever looked at your life and thought “wow this sucks, how the fuck I’m I gonna change that shit”?
Or if that question was too fuckin vague for all ya’ morons, let me rephrase: have ya’ ever been in a shitty situation, found out ya’ were good at it, and then kept doin it ta’ spite everyone else?
I realize that’s a very specific question and situation, but I phrased it that way cause there’s no fuckin chance any of ya’ have ever experienced what I have.
I became a wrestler initially ta’ get out of a shitty situation alongside my sister. When I won the World Title in my literal first ever professional wrestlin match, I realized that hey, there’s some actual fuckin merit ta’ this.
Even after I got out of that shitty situation and started wrestlin across the country, I never really did it for me. My dad and uncle wrestled ta’ let out the violence that them and their…uh…let’s call it –society– needed ta' exhibit. But given I was never part of that –society–, I never needed ta’ have an excuse.
I was just good at beatin the shit outta people. Been doin it my whole life anywhere I’ve went. And I’ve always been paid well for it too. Quite frankly, wrestlin just seemed like a no-brainer, not ta’ mention the easier and safer option.
Don’t get me wrong, I still do my old work now and then. My other sister, my dad, and I aren’t known as the Trio of Two Hands for nothin. But wrestlin can provide just as much output as the work I used ta’ do and without any of the inherent risk on my life.
Sure, ya’ have assholes who make this shit difficult and wanna hurt ya’ at any given point. Ya’ still have the idiots who make this entirely unbearable. But at least in wrestlin, the playin field is level.
And unlike my old job, I’m gettin paid more now than I ever did then.
So ta’ answer the question outright: cause I’m fuckin good at it. Ccause it’s the safer option.
Oh, and cause people don’t want me ta’ do it.
I’m a spiteful son of a bitch. I don’t do anythin at half measures.
Hell, I’ve faced a number of people in this tournament previously, and I can guarantee they don’t hold me in any positive light.
And with anybody else I haven’t faced, I’m sure they’re aware of who I am and definitely don’t look at me with any sorta reverence.
I wrestle for ‘em just as much as I do for anybody dumb enough ta’ support me. I don’t have a fuckin reddit for nothin. (seriously, look it up, shout out ta’ r/maxdaemon).
I wrestle for the shitheels who hate me cause without ‘em, they’d be allowed ta’ get away with anythin. But not with me around. Ain’t nobody safe on my watch. I don’t give a shit if you’re a violent sociopath who just wrestles ta’ beat a motherfucker’s face in or if you’re a –hopeless– and pathetic traumatized abuse victim who can barely live with their mistakes.
I’m a wrestler cause sometimes, people need ta’ be checked.
I wrestle regularly cause I’m fuckin excellent at it, but I don’t continue ta’ wrestle just for that. Nah.
The money’s fantastic, but I can get that shit in other avenues. More of it too (which is sayin somethin given the amount my bank account’s gone up this year alone).
The outlet is good, but I can exude violence in more rewardin ways. Ya’ can’t just beat a dude with another dude in any ol’ match, ya’ know?
Nah, for me, I’m a wrestler cause people need wake-up calls. People need reality checks. And a lotta people ain’t willin ta’ make that call or course correct motherfuckers who need their shit rocked.
Don’t worry.
I’m Max fuckin Daemon.
I made my name on stealin spotlights and gettin everyone talkin.
The least I can do in return is make sure you’re on point, even if it means I gotta beat the shit outta ya’.
It’s nothin personal. Usually.
Alright, that one was a lie.
I personally enjoy makin motherfuckers angry.
And if you’re angry cause I’ll say the shit nobody else will about how you’re wildin out?
Well damn.
Sorry for bein right, I guess.
Or if that question was too fuckin vague for all ya’ morons, let me rephrase: have ya’ ever been in a shitty situation, found out ya’ were good at it, and then kept doin it ta’ spite everyone else?
I realize that’s a very specific question and situation, but I phrased it that way cause there’s no fuckin chance any of ya’ have ever experienced what I have.
I became a wrestler initially ta’ get out of a shitty situation alongside my sister. When I won the World Title in my literal first ever professional wrestlin match, I realized that hey, there’s some actual fuckin merit ta’ this.
Even after I got out of that shitty situation and started wrestlin across the country, I never really did it for me. My dad and uncle wrestled ta’ let out the violence that them and their…uh…let’s call it –society– needed ta' exhibit. But given I was never part of that –society–, I never needed ta’ have an excuse.
I was just good at beatin the shit outta people. Been doin it my whole life anywhere I’ve went. And I’ve always been paid well for it too. Quite frankly, wrestlin just seemed like a no-brainer, not ta’ mention the easier and safer option.
Don’t get me wrong, I still do my old work now and then. My other sister, my dad, and I aren’t known as the Trio of Two Hands for nothin. But wrestlin can provide just as much output as the work I used ta’ do and without any of the inherent risk on my life.
Sure, ya’ have assholes who make this shit difficult and wanna hurt ya’ at any given point. Ya’ still have the idiots who make this entirely unbearable. But at least in wrestlin, the playin field is level.
And unlike my old job, I’m gettin paid more now than I ever did then.
So ta’ answer the question outright: cause I’m fuckin good at it. Ccause it’s the safer option.
Oh, and cause people don’t want me ta’ do it.
I’m a spiteful son of a bitch. I don’t do anythin at half measures.
Hell, I’ve faced a number of people in this tournament previously, and I can guarantee they don’t hold me in any positive light.
And with anybody else I haven’t faced, I’m sure they’re aware of who I am and definitely don’t look at me with any sorta reverence.
I wrestle for ‘em just as much as I do for anybody dumb enough ta’ support me. I don’t have a fuckin reddit for nothin. (seriously, look it up, shout out ta’ r/maxdaemon).
I wrestle for the shitheels who hate me cause without ‘em, they’d be allowed ta’ get away with anythin. But not with me around. Ain’t nobody safe on my watch. I don’t give a shit if you’re a violent sociopath who just wrestles ta’ beat a motherfucker’s face in or if you’re a –hopeless– and pathetic traumatized abuse victim who can barely live with their mistakes.
I’m a wrestler cause sometimes, people need ta’ be checked.
I wrestle regularly cause I’m fuckin excellent at it, but I don’t continue ta’ wrestle just for that. Nah.
The money’s fantastic, but I can get that shit in other avenues. More of it too (which is sayin somethin given the amount my bank account’s gone up this year alone).
The outlet is good, but I can exude violence in more rewardin ways. Ya’ can’t just beat a dude with another dude in any ol’ match, ya’ know?
Nah, for me, I’m a wrestler cause people need wake-up calls. People need reality checks. And a lotta people ain’t willin ta’ make that call or course correct motherfuckers who need their shit rocked.
Don’t worry.
I’m Max fuckin Daemon.
I made my name on stealin spotlights and gettin everyone talkin.
The least I can do in return is make sure you’re on point, even if it means I gotta beat the shit outta ya’.
It’s nothin personal. Usually.
Alright, that one was a lie.
I personally enjoy makin motherfuckers angry.
And if you’re angry cause I’ll say the shit nobody else will about how you’re wildin out?
Well damn.
Sorry for bein right, I guess.