Post by Max Rotten on Jan 12, 2022 13:13:31 GMT -5
We cut to a run down bar on the outside. The type of bar that you definitely would not take a date to. Suddenly a bar stool crashes through the window. Fun times, no? We head inside the bar where we see a bar fight taking place between Max Rotten and numerous patrons. Max sends one patron through a nearby pool table before breaking a pool stick over another patron’s back. A third patron is then sent across the bar by Max before he breaks a glass into the face of a fourth. It’s then and only then that Max Rotten notices the camera with a smirk.
Max Rotten: Oh, hey. The name’s Maxwell Christopher Jack Rotten - but you, you can just call me Max Rotten. And if my surname is familiar to you, well it should be. My older brothers love to fight too. Not that they know I exist. I do what I do to get their attention.
He puts up his hands like he’s going to fight the camera man and walks towards it, still smiling. From this angle we see that his wrists are taped and within the wrist tape there’s shards of glass.
Max: I’ve been invited to take part in the Outsiders Battle Royal at OCW’s next event - Access Denied. That’s cool. As you might have seen, I like to fight. I live for the fight, for the brawl - and backyard wrestlin’? Well that’s just my bag, now ain’t it? The taipei death match was a favourite for my brothers, and at Access Denied I’m gonna bring the death match to the backyard!
Another patron sneaks up behind Max as he talks but Max notices him out of the corner of his eye.
Max: Scuse me a sec.
In a flash, Max swivels round smacking the patron in the head with his glass covered hand. The patron goes down immediately. Max turns back to the camera.
Max: So then, who have we got in this battle royal? 12? Never heard of ya. But by the looks of ya, you like baseball right? Make sure you bring your bat and I’ll turn ya into a popsickle. Fanny? What the fuck kinda name is Fanny?! You don’t have trainin’? Good job you’re headin’ into Outsiders then ain’t it? But you make fat jokes at my expense in the battle royal and I’ll pop your head right off your shoulders. Ghost hunters…. Fuck off…
Max smiles.
Max: Dadbod and Meghan Strader. OK! Now you two I know… but Meghan, honey… you really think a backyard fed is for someone as hot as you? If you think you can dance the fuckin’ dance with me sweetheart then go right ahead and try - that goes for you too, Dadbod. I’m enterin’ this battle royal to hurt, maim and crush everyone in that ring. But I want a good fight. Make no mistake Strader and Fanny I’m fully intendin’ to fuck your pretty faces up. And I’m gonna enjoy it.
Max Rotten: Oh, hey. The name’s Maxwell Christopher Jack Rotten - but you, you can just call me Max Rotten. And if my surname is familiar to you, well it should be. My older brothers love to fight too. Not that they know I exist. I do what I do to get their attention.
He puts up his hands like he’s going to fight the camera man and walks towards it, still smiling. From this angle we see that his wrists are taped and within the wrist tape there’s shards of glass.
Max: I’ve been invited to take part in the Outsiders Battle Royal at OCW’s next event - Access Denied. That’s cool. As you might have seen, I like to fight. I live for the fight, for the brawl - and backyard wrestlin’? Well that’s just my bag, now ain’t it? The taipei death match was a favourite for my brothers, and at Access Denied I’m gonna bring the death match to the backyard!
Another patron sneaks up behind Max as he talks but Max notices him out of the corner of his eye.
Max: Scuse me a sec.
In a flash, Max swivels round smacking the patron in the head with his glass covered hand. The patron goes down immediately. Max turns back to the camera.
Max: So then, who have we got in this battle royal? 12? Never heard of ya. But by the looks of ya, you like baseball right? Make sure you bring your bat and I’ll turn ya into a popsickle. Fanny? What the fuck kinda name is Fanny?! You don’t have trainin’? Good job you’re headin’ into Outsiders then ain’t it? But you make fat jokes at my expense in the battle royal and I’ll pop your head right off your shoulders. Ghost hunters…. Fuck off…
Max smiles.
Max: Dadbod and Meghan Strader. OK! Now you two I know… but Meghan, honey… you really think a backyard fed is for someone as hot as you? If you think you can dance the fuckin’ dance with me sweetheart then go right ahead and try - that goes for you too, Dadbod. I’m enterin’ this battle royal to hurt, maim and crush everyone in that ring. But I want a good fight. Make no mistake Strader and Fanny I’m fully intendin’ to fuck your pretty faces up. And I’m gonna enjoy it.