Max is laying in bed after another long day of filming. His arm is thrown over his face and he breathes in deeply, trying not to fall asleep just yet. He's lost in thought, missing Adam and Piper. Things are progressing about as expected, though the whole Roddy thing wasn't exactly planned. He sighs and rolls over as his phone rings, scooping it up. "Hey, baybay," he says sleepily.
"Hey," Adam says quietly. "Max? I'm not going to keep you awake long, there's just something I want to talk to you about considering Dynamite tomorrow."
"Alright," he says slowly, scrubbing at his face and trying to wake up a bit more. "What's up?"
Adam doesn't say anything for a long moment. He exhales and finally says, "I think we should hold off on wrestling each other until Worlds' End."
Max blinks into the shadows. "What? Why?" he asks, sitting up. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Adam says hurriedly. "I'm just... I'm still getting my footing in ring, and I... I don't want to disappoint you by having a bad match. I... I think if I have an extra month, maybe..."
Max taps his fingers against the phone. "I mean, I'll do whatever you think you need, Adam. If you need more time, sure. Besides I know the build to this match hasn't exactly been everything we wanted for it, especially with me busy filming. So yeah, ok. I'll do whatever you need me to do."
"Thanks, Max," Adam says softly. "I promise I'll be on my game by Worlds' End."
"I don't doubt it, baybay," Max says, settling back down against the pillows.
The next day, Adam wrestles Takeshita. It looks like he may win until Takeshita pulls out Max's diamond ring from under the apron and clocks Adam hard across the face with it, costing him the match.
Max watches from the house he's been renting, laughing mockingly at the loss. Once he knows he's off of TV once more, he quiets and rests his chin in his hand, mulling over all of it. "Worlds' End," he mumbles, emotions mixed at the very prospect of it. "Here we come."