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Post by Danny on Jun 13, 2020 17:10:08 GMT -6
LIVE from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California July 5th, 2020UWF ChampionshipHell in a CellKatsuyori Shibata(c) vs Spike DudleyIntercontinental ChampionshipBrock Lesnar(c) vs WARHORSEWorld Tag Team ChampionshipsDynamic Duo(c) vs Monster High vs Yano & IshiiTelevision ChampionshipHouse of HavocJimmy Havoc(c) vs Curtis AxelShould Team DDT win, S&S Express must join themTeam DDT vs S&S ExpressSteel CageMinoru Suzuki vs Velveteen Dream
Rey Mysterio vs Bray Wyatt
Adam Cole vs Johnny Morrison
Sweet N' Sour vs Hathaway Enterprises
Dudleys vs. Undisputed Era
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Post by Roach on Jun 17, 2020 1:29:01 GMT -6
Booming, harrowing, and terrifying sounds of Shibata hit the arena to a chorus of boos from the audience. Almost everybody besides a couple heroes like Spike Dudley have begun to realize that Shibata is far gone. The wrestler is no more, and a king of monsters has replaced him. Not many people are a fan of that hard truth, and that sentiment is reflected in the audience's reaction. No amount of noise from the crowd however can drown out the loud, scary song that announces the arrival of a king of monsters. And as the song begins to crescendo, out steps Shibata in his stoic stance.The fans rain down boos upon his mere appearance and his expression is filled with disgust as he stares out into the lights.
And to pay back that negative energy from the crowd, Shibata gets an idea of his own. His stoic expression turns absolutely sinister. His gaze turns toward a sound production worker. Fear is striked into the poor guy’s very soul but he’s just not quick enough. Shibata catches up to him with lightning speed and floors him with a stiff kick to the head. He’s knocked out cold but Shibata isn’t through with him. The fans boo in horror as Shibata wraps his arms around the guy’s head, dragging him into the ring. He aggressively grabs a microphone before shouting out toward the entry way.Shibata: Spike!... Spike!... I have a problem with you! A very big problem! One that I addressed before our last battle and one I will go into even more detail here. That problem being that everybody praises you as the hero… but you are not! But me… me… I will force you to be a hero. You can claim to be just like everyone else all you want, but I know you. You have dreams of heroism and you force that dream upon me and everybody else every time I see you. Any action that could portray you in a negative light you attempt to disguise. For example, weeks ago. You cost me something I held very dear to me, and how do you address this? By claiming you were “helping” me. Stripping away something that defined me, something that motivated me… that was help apparently. It is a lie plain and simple. You know the action was cowardly so you attempt to shift it under your hero’s agenda. An agenda that is founded on deceit. You are anything but a hero, until now. Until I make you one. If you do not come before me, and plead and beg for me to release this man I will make sure his hospital stay is… lengthy to say the least. You see, you always want to control your own narrative, but I will not let that happen. You either come out before this crowd and expose to them that you are not what you advertise yourself as, or you sacrifice your dignity for this man’s safety. And if you arrive a second sooner before I allow you to… the paramedics will have quite a case on their hands. Like I said, you will not control this. You come out here and make the decision I have placed upon you when I tell you to. This is my narrative now. My story. Shibata then takes a seat cross-legged on the canvas, placing the unconscious man’s head in his lap.Shibata: You see… there was a once upon a time a story of a returning man to a now foreign land to him. That man known as Spike Dudley would immediately enter himself into a war upon arrival, an Aztec War.... and in preparation for that war I had my first interaction with Spike. The first thing he did was demonize me. He accused me of being too much of a traditionalist for this sport and said that I demanded that everyone wrestle like me. He did not portray me in the best of lights, and that’s quite ironic. During those times I was praised by a hero by many of the people that scream obscenities at me today. I was beloved my most, but Spike had quite the problem with me. But today? Today Spike is all about helping me. Helping and rehabilitating the monster I am now. It does not quite add up does it? Why is Spike Dudley so quick to chastise me when my public perception is beloved, but help me when my public perception is hated? Is it starting to make sense? Spike Dudley saw me as a threat to his heroic spotlight those many months ago, but today he can use me as a tool to brighten his heroic spotlight. But let’s move onto the next part of our story. Our man would come up short in this war but find a new adversary in the process… Shibata keeps his cold stare throughout telling this story, treating the unconscious head in his lap like it’s nothing out of the ordinary as he continues on.Shibata: Me. I was supposed to be Spike Dudley’s adversary. Months before all this. Months before Spike Dudley made the worst mistake of his career in pursuing me. Before all that Spike Dudley faced me in an Intercontinental Championship match. I have no doubt he planned to beat me, take my intercontinental championship, and oust me of my spot as a top “hero” in the promotion. But along with that I can quite clearly recall something Spike said to me when we traded words before that fateful match and what he said is something that ironically contradicts everything he says about me today. He threatened to use my then obsession with Vinny Marseglia against me. The very obsession that sent me into the supposed madness I live in today. And while I know I do not live in madness, only violence and fear of the lesser, that is what Spike Dudley would lead you to believe. It is just another thing that shows that Spike’s desire to help one Katsuyori Shibata of today does not come from the heart. During that fateful match however, Spike Dudley was attacked by one Vinny Marseglia… but that was no problem. Vinny was an ever better adversary for Spike. He was the big bad man of the town. It was a chance for Spike to further his heroism and also further oust me as a hero. But we have gone over this. Spike got pummeled and the only reason he won was because of a distraction from yours truly. I believe Spike was not done with Vinny, but his opportunity to further his hero’s journey against Vinny was taken away from him by a man with multiple personalities but simply known as Cody. Spike would reluctantly feud with Cody up until Wrestlemania. A feud that is perhaps a bit forgotten today but very very important in breaking down the main character of our story. The fans boo Shibata’s breakdown of his opponent, but Shibata scoffs at them as if they are refusing his advice. He speaks with disgust as he continues, out of disgust for the reaction his story is getting and out of disgust for the Spike Dudley that the people believe in. Shibata: I went back today and listened to every word Spike said to Cody on the road to their match. Cody did not have much to say, but Spike on the other hand… he had a lot to say and surprisingly not much about Cody. In typical Spike Dudley fashion, he went on long speeches reminiscing about his finest times in the UWF. This blatant self-indulgence is a common thing for Spike to do, and something that has been accepted by the sheep that follow him, but what stands out to me here is that this self-indulgence speech ends in Spike telling Cody that Cody believes he’s owed things based off his past accomplishments and Spike earns every opportunity he gets. Again, very ironic. Spike goes on a long tangent of his past success, scratching his back at every corner and then turns around and says as a result of all he deserves every opportunity he gets while chastising Cody for the same mindset. It is hypocrisy plain and simple. And yet another example of Spike Dudley not being the lovable down-to-earth hero as advertised. How many more examples does one need? Would you like to hear another? Boos and screams of “no” answer Shibata’s question. But Shibata laughs those reactions off and familiarly outstretched his arms as if to welcome the hate. His hands returns to the microphone and his eyes coldly return to the still man still in his lap and then the entry way as he continues.Shibata: The reaction I receive tells me you most certainly do need another example so let’s move on with our story. Spike Dudley would overcome Cody and quickly move on from him as nobody cared about Cody enough for Spike’s victory to mean anything in the grand scheme of his hero’s journey. So here he was, without an adversary when he walked into a fateful six man tag match on Revolution many weeks ago. My team would claim victory of course but after that match I took it upon myself to pummel Spike Dudley into oblivion. Even then I sensed the vile and deceitful person Spike was. It was a beautiful moment but at that time I did not quite know it yet. Spike saw a man with conflict inside him and he saw perhaps the best opportunity yet to showcase his heroism. He’d bring the beloved Shibata back and manipulate himself into the conflict inside me. But not soon after that, all conflict inside me would cease. I would choose the correct side of the spectrum and any plan to get inside my head would be doomed. But Spike Dudley was too far in. If he backed out now he would be exposed as the fraud he is, and Spike Dudley values his perception higher than his own safety. So he continued on into doom. Even when he had a chance to back out he did not. He would continue to pursue me and advertise everything he does in regard to me as “help”. And now on the road to his doomed fate inside the cell with me, he pleads with men like Minoru Suzuki to give him all they have got in preparation for the war with me. It is all fake. Just a further propping up of his hero’s journey going into the climax. Another attempt at controlling the narrative, but I will not let that happen. You will not get your way. You see, in the non-existent reality that you defeat me, I would crumble. I would fall into despair and it would become quite obvious that your supposed attempts at helping me were fake. You cannot control the narrative that way and you cannot control the narrative even if you lose. No, like I said, this is my story. It will all rely on the dilemma I have created for you, leading you to a decision you must make. If you come out here and play up the hero’s shtick to the point of begging with me and giving up dignity, I will let you live your lie. I will let you die a hero but it will happen under my terms. Your end will be the most gruesome and painful end one could ever imagine. I will tear flesh from bone and that is no exaggeration. I will torture you through a long process inside of that cell. I will force your Stacy to watch as her beloved is reduced to a stain on the floor. I will mangle your and hold your wrecked body up to her. I will force her to look away and show the distance between you. I will go to unnecessary means to create the most horrific sight seen here in the UWF. I will pierce steel through skin in regard to your body. I will mentally scar you and all those close to you that unfortunately decided to watch your match. I will end your career. I will make the memory of you a taboo tragedy, but you will also be remembered as a hero. Or you can come out here, do nothing, and let me scar this man. I will demand our match be called off and you will walk away free of harm but everyone will know you as the coward that could not stand up to Katsuyori Shibata. Earlier I said your perception is more important to you than safety but I am not sure if that applies when literally everything is at stake for you. You can now come out here before me, and make your decision. Hardly any good answer Shibata, but an eerie silence does. The weight of Shibata’s horrific threats are dawning on everyone watching. Shibata has not made many idle threats, and the thought of them truly coming to reality linger like a haunting ghost over the atmosphere. The feeling is finally lifted just a bit when out comes…
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Post by mrleedles on Jun 17, 2020 14:27:11 GMT -6
After a few moments of buildup, out walks Curtis Axel. His expression remains neutral, even with who his opponent is for the night, as he seems to be more surprised at the size of the crowd at the Staples Center. Entering the ring, Axel takes a microphone and looks out to the crowd. Curtis Axel: “One loss. I know my record may not read as such, but if you take a look at my so-called losses, all but one of them have been out of my control. Minoru Suzuki, the fake wrestler that he is, had to have his little edgy minion distract me just so he could lock the most basic submission hold in on me. And then there’s WALTER…”Axel takes a deep breath. "One match. I get to have one match with a wrestler. Not a fighter, not a showman, not some deathmatch shindie worker like Jimmy Havoc...a wrestler. What happens in that match? WALTER doesn’t die. I didn’t expect him to, the man is Der Ringgeneral for a reason, and I respect him for it...but all I could think about was you. Your stupid face, your smug, arrogant grin watching me as I failed to put away WALTER. I needed one goddamn moment, one thought without you running your mind games…..”Axel just gives a smile. Not one of confidence or the usual self-importance...but more unhinged. Less controlled than normal for Axel. ”You...beat me.”Axel begins laughing to himself. ”All those weeks ago, before the nails before the House of Havoc was even thought up of...you tried to play me when I faced off with The Velveteen Dream. You tried to get into my head, you tried to play those...those silly mind games with me. You tried to psych me out, to make me break my perfect winning record by my own volition. You didn’t want to dirty your hands, you thought you were above me as long as you held that title, MY title, so you tried your hardest to psych me out. Well con-grat-u-lations Jimmy, it worked. You finally did it, you psyched me out. Too bad my perfect winning record had long been soiled by the time it happened, thanks to a certain poser who I will get my revenge on some day. But today...today is not the day for that. Today is the day for more…..petty matters. Usually, I wouldn’t be so inclined as to have taken so much of my time and so many of my thoughts on these restless nights on something and someone as pitiful and insignificant as you. After all, what is an insect like you compared to the perfect wrestler that I am? You may have stung me a few times, but all it takes is one wrong movement and BAM!”Axel’s smirk only seems to grow. “You go down, and are squashed beneath my boot.”
“But something changed, Jimmy. Something about you changed, and from that change your presence in my mind grew and grew until I was so driven, so obsessed with seeing you finally die...that I lost what it meant to be a wrestler. But honestly, Jimmy, as much as I hate to say it since it means I throw away something that I have prided myself on since I was a child...I must admit the truth.”Axel finally loses the smirk, regaining a serious nature to him - but clearly continuing to sacrifice his sanity. “I’m not a wrestler anymore. I am just like you, Jimmy.”
“And I have come to accept who I am, because if I couldn’t accept the undeniable fact that because of you I have lost what made me stand out...then we wouldn’t be having this match right now. I would be standing to the side, a coward amongst fighters, staying true to who I am while the bodies pile up around me. The only victory I would be awarded is sticking true to my guns while villains like you hold the Television Championship hostage!”Axel continues on with his preach-like speech to the crowd, and to his opponent in the back. “So I will let you know before this starts, before ANY of the blood is shed, that I hate this. I hate the feeling of knowing my blood will be shed in a match without any way to control it. I hate the knowledge that I may not walk out of this match, that I may fall inside this ring and not recover. I hate the feeling that, come the end of the night, I may be taken out of this arena. Never to be seen again, never to have my story told...never to have taken you down like you have deserved ever since you got a look at that Television Championship.”Axel begins laughing, less maniacal and more in a subdued sense. “It’s funny, Jimmy…..all of this fighting, this hatred, this vile we spit at each other...and what for? The Television Title. This isn’t even the biggest prize this company has to offer, and yet we fight for it like it is a meal offered to two starving homeless men. It both scares and excites the person that I’ve become to think about what we would do if this was for the Intercontinental or god, heaven and the devil forbid, the UWF Championship. We would wage war unlike any other that has been seen in the ring before or that will be seen after. We would go down in legend for what we did...but instead, we are here, at the bottom of a mountain with an infinitely high peak, fighting over who takes the first step in climbing the behemoth.”Axel smiles once more. ”And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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Post by Fauche on Jun 17, 2020 17:36:38 GMT -6
SWEET N' SOUR INC.That boom-bop drum line slams through the PA, lathered in tasty funk grooves. It can only mean one thing. HARD TIMES, Mama!
The boys from the Pink side of town come out on to the ramp, possibly for the last time as free men. You wouldn't know it from their demeanor, though. Sweeney is as gun-ho and eccentric as ever, grinning from ear to ear as he struts his stuff down to the ring. The Diabetic Dragon shadow-boxes a bit to get himself pumped before tailing after his partner. There's an enthusiasm palpably building in the atmosphere, like somehow the worse they do, the more endearing the tandem becomes to the UWF Universe. Like the tragic heroes of Greek myth and Shakespearean prose, Sweet n' Sour Inc. has found a sympathy with the people - one propelled by the powerful optimism of knowing a better day might be right around the corner.
Larry and Kyle take the steel steps up into the squared circle before grabbing a set of microphones. They take some time to pander to the crowd, getting their fans riled up and chomping at the bit before they finally settle in, ready to get to business. The music fades and they do what they came out to do. Talk trash.Sweeney: Stokely Hathaway... you absolutely suck! Big pop from the crowd! The mob can't decide whether to boo Stokes or cheer Sweet n' Sour, so mostly its just a lot of noise. Loud noise. Sweeney: I don't know what kinda cuckhold jabronie shmuck game you think you're playing at here, but I do know this - you can't put a saddle on these wild stallions and the fact you're selling your little riceburner squad up the river just to land an exclusive deal with yours truly tells a sad, sad story. A story about you knowing, just like we and alllllllllllll the people here know, that we're the better team. A story that stinks, yeah it reeks of desperation, and the man so soaked in it that he's doing just about everything he can to shimmy up a little closer to his own personal hero. A story that's so stunningly predictable in where it's doomed and destined to go, it's a wonder the powers that be ever booked it for pay-per-view, cause normally these type o' lopsided affairs just don't draw.
But when it comes to Sweet n' Sour Incorporated, making money ain't an issue, brother! Ha!One shrill laugh. Undoubtedly more to come later.And that's what this is. A one-way street that forks off into a dead end for you and a big, bright future for us, pal! This is the coming out party, the big return for the boys in Pink! This is the night they'll look back on years from now and say "Hey, I remember that like it was yesterday. That's when Sweet n' Sour came back from the dead." It's a veritable Easter Sunday out here!
You want this to be about the little game you're playing. Ya think your dirty tricks and smoke and mirrors'll be enough to turn it around for ya, and that this... this will be Hathaway Enterprises' finest hour! When you finally take down the white whale! But that ain't how that story book ends, pal. I know it's tough to look at those bozos ya got bummin' around right now and not want somethin' more. We're like the Ferrari on the lot you drive past in your Carolla on the way to work. The dream. The fantasy. The "maybe some day..."
After months of scum-suckin' the bottom of the barrel, you've finally found yourself a bit of spotlight but buddy, we don't like sharin' ours. So this fifteen minutes of fame is gonna have to get cut a little short. You got your little moment on Revolition. You were real cute on Kimmel. But when it comes back around, it sure comes back hard, son, and in our case, she's built up some serious momentum. You're on the wrong end of an express train rollin' through town. You wanted Sweet n' Sour, but it's just gonna be a mouthful of the latter smackin' ya across your ugly mug! Larry raises a threatening backhand, a warning of things to come. Kyle takes it from there. KO'R: Okay. Real talk. Everyone keeps being mean to me like I'm just the skinny, shy weird kid on the playground. You know who I mean. The kid that likes bugs too much and packs smelly lunches and chews on pencil crayons. Remember? And it's like... first the Sami and Becky and then the Undisputed Era and now you guys... you push and you poke and you're friggin bullies and you think I'm just gonna what? Just gonna roll over. But I'm not. No way.
Cause I'm not the sad, repressed, sensitive kid that grows up to be a tortured artist. I'm the kid who channels that pain in all the wrong places. I'm the one therapists have to work hard on. The one that likes to burn stuff in the woods. The one who watches the Matrix and gets ideas. Bad ideas. Violent ideas. I didn't study Kung-fu for the past sixteen years to let some Tokyo douchecanoes and their sofa-cushion-looking jerkwad boss walk all over me. I'm about ready to effing snap. I've had it up to here. All the way up to here.Kyle gestures up to head level with his free hand.KO'R: And I swear to heck I'm pretty sure the second I even hear one of you goof pricks talk a word it's gonna send me over the edge. The only chance you got of winning this is me not stopping at a five count when the Ref tells me I can't stomp your face into the turnbuckle anymore. That's your best case scenario here. A near-death experience. I lost a fricking Gatorade sponsorship and now you wanna take everything we've got left. I hate you. I hate you guys so... so much. It's like... flames. Flames. On the side of my face. Burning. Burning flames.... Larry puts a half-concerned, half-ecstatic hand on his partners shoulder, reeling him back in as he wanders of but loving the moxy of it all. They leave it at that as they await the arrival of their opponents.
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Post by fja on Jun 17, 2020 17:52:48 GMT -6
*Jimmy enters the ring while ignoring the mixed crowd, with his fork on his left hand and then looks at Axel before placing the fork behind him and lifting the TV Title before grabbing the mic* Jimmy: Damn!. I can agree with that last line, if it was the biggest war the UWF had seen that we had in case we fighted for any of the other two and more important titles UWF has to offer...i wouldn't have it any other way too. *Although Jimmy seems like he's about to grin sickly to Axel, he decides otherwise and just brings his mic back to near his mouth to continue talking* Jimmy: Well, i could try to show a sick grin but since i know you aren't one to get scared i'll move on. So you and i are the same now eh?. I get that your obsession with me triggered it. But problem is, as much like me as you say you are...it must have started after my attack on you at Backlash a month ago. Meanwhile, i've been this way for a loooong time and longer than you that's for sure basically, i have more experience than you on being what i am and as new as this type of match might be...it's still a match with no rules and on this match with no rules being unhinged or whatever we are in your eyes is gonna be a factor to win and i have been way more time unhinged or whatever you wanna call me than you and all that extra experience being this way is gonna get me to victory. *Jimmy now scratches the back of his head before continuing* Jimmy: You'd love to watch me fall don't you?. You'd love to have this *Jimmy lifts the TV Title in Axel's face before putting it back on his left shoulder* don't you?. Well as much as you may call the TV Title as yours... it's not, it's mine. It's mine and i don't plan on letting you get it. You might see this as a lost cause for me since i'm merely a bug that will end under your boots. But i'm gonna prove you wrong like i proved everyone wrong against Braun Strowman. Yes, it wasn't a clean victory but considering the difference between him and i, any kind of victory of me over him is seen as an upset and just like with Strowman, i plan to cause another upset only this time it will be against you and to retain MY TV Title and i will do exactly that: Compete, win, leave still TV Champion. *Jimmy lowers his mic so Axel can answer while the crowd gives him a mixed reaction*
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Post by albo2 on Jun 17, 2020 21:10:46 GMT -6
Hardly any good answer Shibata, but an eerie silence does. The weight of Shibata’s horrific threats are dawning on everyone watching. Shibata has not made many idle threats, and the thought of them truly coming to reality linger like a haunting ghost over the atmosphere. The feeling is finally lifted just a bit when out comees the fireworks from the ceiling signaling that Shibata may get his wish with a Dudley appearance. The famous words ring out around the arena. LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP, REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOGThe crowd rise to their feet as a superstar comes out to the public eye. The crowd go berserk as only Spike Dudley comes onto the stage. Spike looks out into the crowd, pointing out to the them, whilst putting the 3D sign in the air. This is short lived however as he turns his attention towards the ring and points towards Shibata who is sitting on the crowd with the black out sound production worker. The fans lean over the rails, Spike ignoring them as he hasn't taken his eyes off of Shibata. He gets to the ring, sliding straight in. He goes to the turnbuckle... not looking exactly happy with what Shibata is doing but not exactly trying to help out just yet. He lifts his arms to the crowd but still keeps his graze on the UWF Champion. The crowd cheer for the Ultimate Underdog.He grabs his glasses without lens, putting them onto his head as he climbs down and is handed a mic from the stage hand. Spike walks towards the champion and stands over him, looking down at his Heatwave Opponent.LITTLE DUDLEY DOG SPIKE DUDLEYWould you have a look at yourself!!!Spike tells Shibata this, looking down at him from a higher ground... the higher ground possibly being his morals as compared to Shibata's at this moment in time. Spike doesn't know how to proceed but he does his best.Look at you Shibata. You are so desperate to be the villain that you need to attack an innocent man and use him as a prop against me. This is your attempt to find a chink in my Armour by using the said man and have me wrestle with my emotions whether to help him or leave him be. Leave him to be taken advantage of by you and send him to the hospital. I'll admit, it's quite a great strategy as you feel that this will take my mind away from what has to be done at Heatwave inside Hell but it is also a desperate attempt on your part and whether you like it or not..... the old Shibata wouldn't stand for looking so desperate.Spike's words are meet with cheers from the crowd.... knowing that he has some truth behind them. He continues to leave the man in Shibata's grasp however and continues on.There once was a time where you would have been the one to come out and "save" the man but this right here.... it's a call for help Shibata and your biggest problem is that you threw away my help when I offered it to you. I offered that help to you and you threw it in my face. I reached out to you and you slapped it away, spit in my face and told me to jog on and now you realize that without help in UWF.... it's a lonely place. Hell, look on your shoulder, that UWF Championship belt is looking quite lonely isn't it? It wasn't that long ago it had company to go with it. What ever happened to that Intercontinental Championship? Hey, here is a thought, if you had taken me up on my offer.... you wouldn't have been stripped of something that defined you.The crowd explode once again.... knowing full well that Spike cost Shibata the Intercontinental Championship. Spike smiles for a millisecond, showing some emotion before quickly removing it away from his face as he knows this isn't the time for anything like that.And now you are saying it's time for me to make a decision. A decision that you say will be the difference between you letting me walk away and you absolutely destroying me with everything you have in your arsenal. Is that suppose to be a hard choice for me. I sat in the back and listened to you.... I hung on ever word and I listened to you way you explained it and you truly believe that you have given me the perfect ultimatum. I bet you are sitting down there right now thinking I won't be able to give you an answer because everything inside me is wrestling with itself. My tongue is wrestling with my tonsils..... my lower jaw is wrestling with my upper jaw..... my brain is wrestling with my heart.... that's the way you want me to go isn't it because the way you painted it..... the picture shouldn't be crystal clear and should just be a bunch of blobs on your my canvas to try and un muddle to get a full picture. You consider yourself an artist inside this ring but at this moment in time..... you want to be the writer of OUR story.
Yes yes, believe it or not Shibata, this is not your story.... this is not my story it is in fact our story. I'm not the narrator and I'm certainly not the one holding the pen at this moment in time but for sometime now, we have been destined to control each others destinies. You needed someone to show you heroism so you could be so fixed on it and keep pushing yourself as the villain. You needed me to be the Ultimate Underdog and foolishly enough, I bite the bullet and accepted that role. I thought it would be the right thing to do but I can realize my mistakes. I realize now that all I did was feed your ego. All I did was put you up on the pedestal that you needed help building so really.... when you think of it Shibata..... I did much to help you. Not in the way either of us wanted but I did what I set out to do. That's what you don't realize do you? You yourself was never a hero. Spike Dudley was never a hero...... I can do you a favor if you like and borrow Super Stacy's outfit and dress myself up as one but I was never a hero. I never set out to be one and I know for sure you didn't from the start but your story would be nothing without an opposite.Spike wipes his forehead, it seems he is getting a little heated himself as the crowd sit in silence hanging on every word of his. Spike nods his head.... knowing what he has to do as the sound production guy still hasn't moved a muscle.If I wanted to be the hero, I would have come out here straight away and played into your villain role..... trying to save the man you have laying in your lap. A hero would have come out here and banished you away but I'm not going to do that because that's what you want me to do. I'm looking at you right now and I see that this man is nothing more then a prop to you. I show I care.... you hurt him. I show I don't you throw him away like garbage. You want to think you are different, you want to think you are some complex man that uses his words and actions to get into someones head but you are nothing more then a man that is obsessed in a nightmare land waiting for the hero so you can make an example of him. Would a hero be brave enough to cost you the Intercontinental Championship in the way that I did? I can tell you right now that nothing about what I did screamed hero. I attacked you from behind and I got in your head. I did it for selfish reasons. I knew that the weight of two belts would destroy you and I would have been right had I allowed you to continue on against Brock Lesnar. I've told you why I cost you that match.... I cost you it because I saw you moving on without Spike Dudley even though you proved nothing to me. You moved on but I knew that you needed me. I'm the only one that has the potential to play the hero role. Who were you going to move onto? Adam Cole, The Dream, Braun Strowman, back to John Morrison. All of those guys don't give a damn about anyone else. I give a damn and that is why you needed me to cost you that match. That is why you waited until after my match with Brock to attack me rather then getting square in the match. No one would have blamed you for getting even but you waited until it was a cheap shot. You waited until I was at my most vulnerable, celebrating with my Stacy and you attacked me but we will get to that Revolution a little later on.Spike wipes the saliva that has been building at the side of his mouth as he has been speaking. He pulls up the legs on his cameo pants, bending down and putting himself eye level with Shibata as he takes a seat inside the ring. The crowd are still silent, listening intently on what their favorite Uncle has to say.Now, I want to return the favor. My my, it seems someone has gone on a trip down memory lane and turned everything Uncle Spike Dudley has said in the past against him. You did a real good job there of making me look like a hypocrite didn't you? Placing words in my mouth for when times were different. You do realize that everything I said at the time was how I felt but things change.... look at you Shibata, you changed and things you said aren't the same at this moment in time. We shall go back to the very beginning. The first time you and I got together in the lead up to No Mercy. I remember that you said whoever eliminated Vinny would pay for it as you were the guy to do that. In the end, Vinny got eliminated by Kyle O'Reilly and yet, nothing happened to him in the slightest. You didn't back up your word Shibata and that is because you weren't good enough to do that. You weren't good enough to do that because weapons got involved. Weapons were the one thing you weren't sure how to use and if you wanted to use them but they got involved and that is when your eyes lite up. I remember you speaking your mind saying that you respected a world where the wrestlers fight with the same honor as you. That's the world you wanted for UWF and you wanted to respect people. I told everyone that you were too much of a traditionalist which was correct because you wanted everyone to be the same as you. You wanted everyone to wrestle the way you do and you wanted everyone to have the same views as you. That doesn't sound like a hero to me. I saw what you were becoming back then Shibata so in turn...... I may hold some blame for that. I saw you challenge Vinny to a No Holds Barred match at No Mercy. That is not something a man that wanted UWF to be a place of honor would do. I saw you change your approach and I saw it coming. I saw it a mile away but you saw this as a dressing down? You saw it as a chastising? No... even back then I was trying to open your eyes and even back then you didn't listen to me and it cost you. You aren't seeing the pattern yourself are you? Your obsession with Vinny was deep back then but it was not taking my advice that cost you dear so really... you could say Uncle Spike Dudley has cost you 2 championships in your time here.Spike once again begins to show a smirk before quickly getting rid of it. He nods his head, realizing that the mood nearly got to him as he looks at Shibata.... dead in the eyes waiting to go again.Then let's move onto our second meeting. A meeting that you got in just in time. Do you remember that Shibata? Do you remember me standing in this ring waiting to hear from you only for you to wait until the last minute to let your feelings be known. I'm glad to see that has changed but you are right.... I did threaten to use your obsession with Vinny against you but what would have happened if I was successful in that? If I had used it to get it through your head. If you had once again listened to me, we could have had a match of the ages. I had no ill will towards you. I had no problems with you being the top hero of that time but you were just so obsessed with Vinny that I had to change your course and look at what it got me. I got my ass kicked and you went on and went even further in your obsession of Vinny. So much so that you couldn't stand me having the spotlight with the man that you needed to interfere. You couldn't let me be the one to silence him.... it had to be you. That is obsession.... you had to be the one to silence Vinny so badly that you stopped me from facing Vinny again. It had to be you at Wrestlemania to face him and it had to be you that ended him. Obsession.... obsession..... obsession and if you had listened to me and realized it from the start.... you would have been such a different man right now. Once again... there is the pattern. Uncle Spike trying to help you but you didn't want a bar of it.Spike begins to shake his head at Shibata, knowing full well that things could have been different but they weren't. The decisions both men have made has lead to this point in time and neither are taking a backward step.And then Wrestlemania came. I faced off against Cody Rhodes and I got rid of him from UWF. Have you heard from him since our match. I defeated him with ease something that didn't happen for you at Wrestlemania and perhaps that is why it was all about me. I could have spoken about Cody but I would have been wasting my breath. Why talk about a man that I knew wouldn't show up. Why talk about a man that I knew wasn't up to scratch. I just wanted what was best for UWF but let's talk about you. You see I too did some of my own research and one line stuck out to me when you first spoke to Vinny. The line went something like this "But none of what I says matters to you does it?. You will continue to underestimate me until that very moment that the bell rings". It's funny, that is a line you used against Vinny. You threw that in his face like he was a dog and that was a big juicy steak expecting him to gobble it up because it was the truth. You didn't like it though did you? This hurt your feelings that someone would do that..... isn't it funny that you are enjoying making me out to be a hypocrite when this is exactly the same mindset you took against John Morrison & myself? It is the exact same mindset you are taking now. No matter what Spike has to say, if it isn't in line with me, I'll destroy him and make Stacy watch whilst he bleeds out. That is the vibe I'm getting from you so does that make you the hypocrite? Okay okay, maybe it doesn't but what you said once Vinny replied certainly does make you a hypocrite. "When I hear your voice, it makes me want to pluck an innocent fan out of their seat and beat him senseless". You went onto say that this wouldn't happen because Vinny wasn't in control of the story... you are but look at what you are doing right now. It might not be an innocent fan but it is an innocent man nonetheless. You also went onto to say in the same breath that you have spent years training students at your dojo and you couldn't let it end...... yet here we are.... Ikemen has the keys and you have passed them off. Closing the door on your students and going into business for yourself. That makes you a massive hypocrite. Everything you stood for, you didn't even fight for and just gave the keys away. You try to paint me as the hypocrite and your words may have some juice to them but you need to look in your own back yard first.Spike looks to continue on his speech and then he pauses. He does his signature pausing tactic of rubbing his chin.... thinking many thoughts in his head and just trying to pick the correct one. He seems to settle on one as he clicks his fingers.You know what, I feel I've spoken enough. I'm going to pass it back over to you brother so you can tell me how you feel but rest assured, story time with Uncle Spike Dudley ain't over.... it's nowhere near over... it's just a short intermission.Spike lowers the microphone, looking towards Shibata.... waiting to see what the UWF Champion has to say. He gets himself real comfortable waiting to see what he comes up with.
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Post by mrleedles on Jun 17, 2020 21:47:01 GMT -6
Axel looks at Havoc, disgusted as he carries around the title that should be his. The championship that he has prided himself around, the title he has scratched and crawled his way towards only to have it pulled away as if Havoc was some god toying with a pitiful kid. But Axel is no kid, and Havoc certainly isn’t no god, so Axel gets up in his face and raises the microphone. Curtis Axel: “Your Television Title?”Axel chuckles as he stands up just a tad taller. Curtis Axel: “Let me tell you what is yours, Havoc. What is yours are the droplets of blood, sweat and tears that soak the canvas whenever you compete. What is yours are the looks of disdain the fans award you for your penchant for violence and disregard for human safety. What is yours is the crown of nails adorned around your head like a hardcore halo, the same nails painted with my blood that you threw into my face! That championship isn’t yours, it never was yours, and it never WILL BE yours, Jimmy! Get it through your goddamn head, that is MY title. It has been since I stepped into the UWF, and all you have done is hold it hostage at gunpoint, only instead of putting a bullet through its head you want to shoot staples!”Axel steps back. Curtis Axel: “But if we put that aside for a moment, you come out here and try to brag about a victory over Braun Strowman. Braun Strowman. Let me tell you something Jimmy, mindgames or not even I could beat Braun Strowman. ROMAN REIGNS could beat Braun Strowman. You shouldn’t be so happy about getting a win over a former monster turned into a literal door mat. And not only that...but you didn’t even do it cleanly. One low blow to put him away, fine, do what you got to do to struggle to a win...but it took you two. Two low blows, and even then you only got the win because Simon Dean is a fool who shouldn’t have gotten a driver’s license let alone one to become a manager. You haven’t won any meaningful match in this company without some form of help or stroke of luck and or idiocy.”
“But tonight is your night, you think. Tonight you are in your element, you are at the top of your game, you are in a custom-built match specifically for you! How can you lose? But there’s one little oversight to that plan, Havoc-”Axel steps forward again. ”You’re up against ME.”
“You already know i haven’t forgotten about what you did to me at Backlash, so you’re just counting the time down to the exact second until we face off inside that House of Havoc. Counting down the minutes till you get to see me bleed, counting the hours till I am at your mercy and begging for you to have some.”Axel gets on his knees. ”Oh please, Jimmy, no more! Please, please have mercy! It’s yours, the title is yours!-”Axel stands back up, feeling slightly disgusted for having to put on such an act. ”Something like that, right? And knowing you when it gets to that point you’ll just put on some sick grin as if it’s a mask you’ve worn for your entire life, pick me up, hit me with an Acid Rainmaker, hit me with a whatever the hell your shitty piledriver is called, put me in some submission and wait for me to pass out in your clutches.”
“But that isn’t what’s happening. Nowhere even close. If either of us two will be begging, groveling on their knees for mercy it will be you, Jimmy. All your bravado, your talk while holding a glass of red wine in a white suit, your sadistic grins, they’re all going to fall apart. One by one, you will fall apart. You will feel anger boil in you like at Backlash knowing you’ve not only been outwrestled but now outmatched in your preferred style of combat. You will feel grief as I refuse to let up, and try to barter with the referee to stop it, to stop the pain but there will be nothing you or the referee can do about it. You will fall into despair as you realize there is not a goddamn thing that you can do to me that I can and will not survive, and only when the match is over. Only when you are being carted out of here on a stretcher and I hold my Television Championship high in the air...only then will you accept the fact that I have spoken for the entire time we have been acquainted.”Axel walks up to Jimmy, a smile on his face. Curtis Axel: “You want to keep telling me that I shouldn’t touch what isn’t mine? Fine.”Axel then places his hand on the Television Championship, his hand square on the spot of the title where Havoc wiped his blood after the assault at Backlash. ”The blood that is on this title is mine, Jimmy. And tonight, I’m taking it back.”
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Post by yoloisfox on Jun 17, 2020 22:33:25 GMT -6
The soothing vocals and the rocking guitars kick in. The Fans fill the arena because they know what this song means. And it’s not the way they want it.
The head of Hathaway Enterprises struts out with his pitbulls from the Pacific, Jado and Gedo flanking him. Gedo and Jado look intense with smug smirks firmly planted on their faces. Well on Gedo’s face at least, Jado has the Bandana covering his mouth. The fans are letting them have it, as much as Sweet N Sour are the perfect heroes for this tale, Stokely and his goons are just better bad guys. The obnoxious rich man and his Yakuza-like goons are just so smug, despite getting a single win.
The Japanese Duo circle the ring until Stokely grabs two microphones and hands one to Gedo. Then Jado holds the ropes open for Stokely, as all three men enter, with Stokely giving Sweet N Sour a pity clap.
Stokely Hathaway:”Let’s give ol Larry and Kyle a round of applause, seriously great stuff guys. Though I want you two to know I’ll remember those harsh words you said to me when you’re under my employment, but I wanna correct some things. So Larry if you really think I’m selling the superior Word Class Tag Team for a couple of washed up, rock bottom dwellers then well you are in fact wrong! But what’s new?”
Stokely chuckles at his joke, while Gedo just nods with such a smug smirk, on his scummy face.
Stokely Hathaway:”See I honestly would rather keep Gedo and Jado then have to manage you, but alas Japan calls for their heroes to return to them, so an opportunity fell into my lap. Not only did I set up the tweets on that dogs hit show hosted by Kimmel, I prodded the young hot head right into my trap. This isn’t ideal for me, but the truth is with me guiding you two, you’ll finally be able to win something. Isn’t that great!HAHA!”
A high pitched very annoying laughter can be heard, as Gedo offers a chuckle, Jado just keeps glaring at his opponents.
Gedo:”Ay ay ay! Larry, give it up, you know the last time you said this crap about us being an easy win do you know what happened? You wound up flat on your back with Jado pinning you for the one, two, three! You aren’t special Little Larry! We aren’t the ones who rely on smoke and mirrors. That’s you, you live in the glitter and the glam. We are exactly what you see, slimy and grimy fucks who cheated and brawled their way to ruling an entire country. It’s quite simple Larry, all you need to do is look at what has been said about us after we beat you. Things like “Jado for World Champ” I mean honestly Larry nobody wants to see you anymore, isn’t that sad? If you think you’re gonna rise on this Easter Sunday then me and Jado will be boulder to keep you trapped in mediocrity.”
Despite not being to see his eyes it’s clear from his smug smirk that Gedo is incredibly confident.
Gedo:”You talk about this momentum, this train, but Larry ever since you returned and latched yourself onto Kyle you haven’t won a damn thing! NOTHING, LITTLE LARRY! So shut your yapping, little doggie, and let the big shot do the talking. As for Kyle, well you just don’t get it kid. We aren’t on a playground, we aren’t bullies who take your lunch money. Me and Jado are the type of guys who take Nana O'Reilly, tie her up and toss her off a bridge just to send a message. So you may be a messed up kid all grown up, but you suppressed rage at being picked last for dodgeball isn’t gonna help you much against greasy fucks like us.”
Gedo backs up and leans on a turnbuckle as Jado just points his kendo stick at Kyle and makes a slitting motion across his throat. Gedo gives Stokely a nod letting him finish the words.
Stokely Hathaway:”OH BOOHOO, ya lost a frigging sponsorship for some colorful garbage, don’t you idiots understand a loss here is a more important endorsement at hand? Hathaway Enterprises promises more than just free drinks, I can give you two the titles you crave, the glory Larry I can get you that back, with me behind you, you will be at the back at the top of the mountain. As for young Kyle, I can quench the fire, the hate you have for those Undisputed Era guys, I can give you revenge, the resources to take them out, like they took at Mark! I can do that and so much more, all you need to do is lose this match. That’s it! It’s very simple, no happy feel good ending, no heroic comeback, just a chance to rise as a real force for the first time since NWO. But the choice is yours boys.”
Stokely narrows his eyes and give Larry and Kyle a glare as he awaits the response. No smug laughter just a glare.
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Post by fja on Jun 17, 2020 22:37:02 GMT -6
*we see Jimmy pacing around the ring, thinking and then he speaks* Jimmy: I'd give you a middle finger for touching the TV Title but i didn't remember about the blood being on the TV Title so my bad, oops. I have an idea*Jimmy straps the title across a rope far away of him and Axel* Jimmy: Happy Now Axe-Man? Now neither you or i are touching the title since if one of us grabbed it, they'd be touching what isn't theirs since i own the TV Title but it has your blood on it. Now where was i?. Oh yeah, all that you mention, i know it, i have known it and i have known how to persevere through it. So sorry but you're not causing any dread on me. You're not gonna make me fear you because i might be a controversial individual but i fear no one unlike other people who aren't heroes. I'm facing you, ok. Problem is, you're facing with someone who ain't gonna give up trying to defeat you. Yes, i might not come from a line of wrestlers like you Axel, but if there's a damn thing deathmatches have taught me is that alongside being brutal and skilled, it's that you gotta know how to get back up on your two feet every time you're knocked down to the mat until you win or you have nothing left in the tank and i will do exactly that Axel, imma keep getting up time and time again until i beat you and i WILL because skill helps and brutality does too but us deathmatch wrestlers have the ability to get up more than some wrestlers do and i firmly believe i have more than you and that's why i will win *Jimmy now starts thinking on something and his face starts to turn into one of intensity* Jimmy: You see, something imma tell right now is that as i started to look to not be a joke anymore...i looked at the TV Title and i realized we are one and the same.And before you start asking Axel, lemme remind you of something, you remember how you said this wasn't the most important title of UWF and indirectly the less relevant singles title of UWF?Well, if you think about it, it's kind of looked as a joke. What i want to do right now is retain and this isn't just about keeping a hold of a title anymore...BUT KILLING TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE. What do i mean by that? Basically, i plan on not making myself be a joke anymore and the title at the same time in this reign of mine. Basically, i know i will still be looked as a joke when i win and so will the title. Yet, step by step, brick by brick, me and this TV Title of mine will start being looked as less of a joke as time goes on and on and i plan that by the time my reign comes to an end, this TV Title and i will no longer be jokes and be looked as equals to other titles and people like the IC Title and Brock and maybe the World Championship and Shibata---*Jimmy stands face to face with Axel* ---And i will not let you who didn't even want the TV Title at first, beat me for it. I'm gonna win it because i want to not just be looked as a joke anymore but also that the TV Title isn't a joke ANYMORE compared to you who just wants to win it because you want to kick my ass and probably once you do that, you'll vacate it and---*closes his fist*---as silly as it may sound, if i can make something not be a joke, i will and by winning i'll get one step closer to doing so.*Jimmy lowers his mic and takes some distance from Axel while the crowd gives him a mixed reaction*
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Post by halfofasphere on Jun 18, 2020 2:57:39 GMT -6
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
The intro to Calm Like a Bomb hits and good god do the fans not like hearing that. Just as the guitar hits, the camera slowly tilts downward to reveal Adam Cole struting out on stage, cool as a cucumber. He gives& zero damns, as is to be expected. He bends down, readying himself before throwing his arms out and shouting, "ADAM COLE, BAYBAY!" He stands there for a second, looking out at the fans and smirking and probably talking about how badly he's gonna beat his opponent.
He begins stepping down towards the ring, talking into the camera and talking shit like it's nobody's business.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, fighting out of Panama City, Florida, coming to a ring near you. AAAAAAAADAM.... COOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!
He smiles and nods at the mention of his name, and takes a right turn when he's faced with the ring, drifting up onto the apron and standing there, looking into the crowd. He poses as the song reaches the hook and mouths along to the "whatcha say"s. He stands there for a while, just soaking it all in and letting the fans wait. What a bastard. He then steps in through the ropes and turns to the cameras, reaching for the mat before throwing them up again for an "ADAM COLE BAYBAY!" He drops down to his knees, arms outstretched, screaming out into the crowd, before getting up and walking to the corner. He grabs a mic from ringside staff before sitting on a top turnbuckle.
Adam Cole sits on the turnbuckle, looking out into the crowd. He lackadaisically raises his mic, though it's more him leaning into it to speak.
Cole: Johnny, I'm home! Yeah, bet you didn't think you'd see me again. Real strange ain't it? Bet you thought after getting suspended, I'd slink away, never to be seen again. But no. After suspensions, and no-compete clauses, and our names being erased from history, after being held down TIME and TIME and TIME and TIME and TIME and TIME again, the Undisputed Era rose from the goddamn ashes. Because the cloth we're cut from is different, and no matter how hard you try, you can't suppress greatness. You can't suppress the men who ran the tag division, who humiliated the fastest-rising stars like it was pure nothingness. That's us. When you outcast us, we'll spring right back. And we'll be coming after the cookie cutter "superstars" you hold ever so dear.
He smirks a bit, leaning back a bit with his arm on the ringpost.
Cole: I know you're scared, Johnny. Quivering in your dumb cross sunglasses and your stupid bedazzled tights at the thought of facing me. And there's nothing wrong with that. After all, you're just an embarrassing corporate goober, one who doesn't even know what personality to stick to, whether that be peyote-smoking pseudo-intellectual or unmatched douche who doesn't think anyone's worthy of facing him for a title (boy did they prove you wrong there.) That hack, that bland, wrestling-loving fan-thanking bipolar blip on the radar is going up against a Shadow of the Colossus-tier threat, who represents the polar opposite of everything he is. The bona fide, certified most controversial man in the world that corporate hates, and not even they could kill me! And while you may shake hands and say yes sir and no sir when talking to your best pal, EC3, no amount of ass-kissing's gonna get rid of this bad boy either.
Now, you might be wondering why I chose you, Johnny. And I've explained it before, but I'll say it again extra loud. It's because you failed as this company's face, Johnny, and you owe an apology to every other loser in the back who you said you'd beat but didn't. You've been stagnating and failing ever since you beat AJ, while I've been going up, and up, and up, and up. Yet somehow, you got more didn't you? You're... you're privileged. That's what you are. You got the big marquee matches, you got the big title, you got all the main events. All of that for just jumping off a titantron and getting lucky enough to land in the right position! All of that a complete fluke. A freak accident.
And all of the treats Ethan gave his little puppy stands as a testament to what happens when you try to build a brand around Johnny Morrison, a man who can't even build an identity around himself without acting like a total douchewad and needing to apologize to the fans the week after. Your Wrestlemania main event, the biggest moment in your career, got overshadowed by a midcard belt. I mean, screw that, your world title run may as well have not even happened - you only defended against a Cube minion that got a little too much publicity! You cracked under the pressure of the company you didn't deserve to head, Johnny. Now when people think about the famous superstars of the past in a few years, they'll only bring up Ultramantis before you, and Shibata after you. Oh, but don't forget, they'll be thinking about me! Adam Cole, baybay. The man who took those cracks and turned them into breakages.
He sits back up, cracking his knuckles and getting a bit of a fire lit underneath him.
Cole: Because while you may have royally fucked it in that triple threat, you're a lucky boy, Johnny. Lucky. Lucky that I didn't swoop in with that UWF Championship shot against you that Ethan was gonna give me and humiliate you harder than I did in my debut match. But, uh, looks like that luck's about to run out, buddy. Because I'm the anti-superstar. We don't do the kissing up to elites around here. I'm not family-oriented or uncontroversial. I ain't here to worry about being safe for TV so I get more opportunities around here. I see what I want, and me and my boys, we go and take it. We saw a chance to break back into the company by destroying the top dog, so we did. I see a chance to put you back on the shelf just like Damien Sandow, so I will. By the end of the year, that world title will be mine.
I'm tired of the idea that you grabbed the brass rings better than I did. Because there is no doing better than me. I'm the best ever. I did everything you did and more, and I got jack, jack. So I'll be taking ten of those brass rings, loading both my fists, and using them to punch your teeth out.
He lowers the microphone, a look of bitter smug on his face. Almost a scoff. He stares holes through the entry ramp, until...
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