Adam Cry Bay Bay
Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2022 9:28 pm
As the last member of The Dynasty remaining in the Breakout Tournament, Maxwell Jacob Friedman is in a more serious mood than usual. He knows that should he fall at this hurdle, the Breakout Championship will be forced to remain in obscurity, wrapped around the waist of a mediocre Sports Entertainer who has the gall to proclaim himself a King. And worse still, if he falls at this particular hurdle, it means losing to Adam Cole, a guy with a win-loss record comparable to the Brooklyn Brawler.
The scene opens on MJF sitting on a black leather sofa in The Dynasty’s locker room, looking into the camera. He’s wearing a dark red suit, black shirt and, of course, his Burberry scarf.
MJF: Last week, The Dynasty had two members in this tournament to crown the number one contender for the Breakout championship. This week, there is one. I will be facing Adam Cole to secure a place in the final round. Now, normally, I would be upset about Richard losing in the first round, but this time I’m okay with it, because I know that this is destiny. I am destined to defeat you, Adam, so that I can go on to face Xavier for his Breakout title.
You see Adam, Xavier and myself have something in common. We are both undefeated in singles competition. As much as you like to bitch and moan, “wah wah, my shot was a triple threat match, that’s why I lost,” I watched that match. Yes, Christian was also involved, but it wasn’t Christian’s shoulders that were pinned to the mat Adam, it was yours. I could understand if you had your shot in a triple threat match and Christian took the L, then you might have had some kind of argument for how you were robbed, but you were the loser of that match buddy. No matter how hard you try to polish that turd, it isn’t getting any shinier bud. It’s still the big, steaming, stinking pile of excrement that was your performance that night.
Because you and I also have something in common, Adam. We were both eliminated from the Last Survivor match by Xavier Woods. The difference is that whereas I entered fourth, eliminated 3 people and had to be subjected to a 4-on-1 assault to be the 26th person eliminated, you were eliminated as soon as you entered the ring by the guy who’d already pinned you earlier that night. Actually that’s not the only thing we have in common, because I agree with what you said last week…that you shouldn’t be in this tournament. You had your shot at the Breakout championship and failed spectacularly, you had your shot at Last Survivor and failed spectacularly. Exactly how many times do you want Xavier Woods to beat your ass before you step aside and let a more worthy contender have a shot?
The EBWF is in desperate need of a worthy champion. I can bring back the honor, prestige and legitimacy that the Breakout title lost the moment Christian Cage took hold of it. But I can’t do that without winning the Breakout tournament, and for that I need to go through Adam Cry Bay Bay. Adam, it’s nothing personal, well maybe it’s slightly personal because I find your incessant whining tiring, but in general I have nothing against you, pal. You’re a fairly competent wrestler, you’re just not in my league, or Xavier Woods’ league it seems. I mean, you’re definitely doing a good job of carrying Prince Devitt’s bags, but that won’t be enough to help you this coming Warfare. Because my name is Maxwell Jacob Friedman, and I’m better than you…and you know it.
The scene fades.
The scene opens on MJF sitting on a black leather sofa in The Dynasty’s locker room, looking into the camera. He’s wearing a dark red suit, black shirt and, of course, his Burberry scarf.
MJF: Last week, The Dynasty had two members in this tournament to crown the number one contender for the Breakout championship. This week, there is one. I will be facing Adam Cole to secure a place in the final round. Now, normally, I would be upset about Richard losing in the first round, but this time I’m okay with it, because I know that this is destiny. I am destined to defeat you, Adam, so that I can go on to face Xavier for his Breakout title.
You see Adam, Xavier and myself have something in common. We are both undefeated in singles competition. As much as you like to bitch and moan, “wah wah, my shot was a triple threat match, that’s why I lost,” I watched that match. Yes, Christian was also involved, but it wasn’t Christian’s shoulders that were pinned to the mat Adam, it was yours. I could understand if you had your shot in a triple threat match and Christian took the L, then you might have had some kind of argument for how you were robbed, but you were the loser of that match buddy. No matter how hard you try to polish that turd, it isn’t getting any shinier bud. It’s still the big, steaming, stinking pile of excrement that was your performance that night.
Because you and I also have something in common, Adam. We were both eliminated from the Last Survivor match by Xavier Woods. The difference is that whereas I entered fourth, eliminated 3 people and had to be subjected to a 4-on-1 assault to be the 26th person eliminated, you were eliminated as soon as you entered the ring by the guy who’d already pinned you earlier that night. Actually that’s not the only thing we have in common, because I agree with what you said last week…that you shouldn’t be in this tournament. You had your shot at the Breakout championship and failed spectacularly, you had your shot at Last Survivor and failed spectacularly. Exactly how many times do you want Xavier Woods to beat your ass before you step aside and let a more worthy contender have a shot?
The EBWF is in desperate need of a worthy champion. I can bring back the honor, prestige and legitimacy that the Breakout title lost the moment Christian Cage took hold of it. But I can’t do that without winning the Breakout tournament, and for that I need to go through Adam Cry Bay Bay. Adam, it’s nothing personal, well maybe it’s slightly personal because I find your incessant whining tiring, but in general I have nothing against you, pal. You’re a fairly competent wrestler, you’re just not in my league, or Xavier Woods’ league it seems. I mean, you’re definitely doing a good job of carrying Prince Devitt’s bags, but that won’t be enough to help you this coming Warfare. Because my name is Maxwell Jacob Friedman, and I’m better than you…and you know it.
The scene fades.