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Post by mrleedles on Jun 18, 2020 19:46:06 GMT -6
Axel just seems to be relieved once Havoc finishes speaking, as he walks right up to him. Curtis Axel: “Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy...you don’t seem to understand. Well, you partially do, but you haven’t quite put two and two together on it.
The reason that the Television Title is such a joke is because you are the one holding it.”Axel backs up, still smiling. ”Think about it, Havoc. Before you won the Television Championship, who were the ones holding that title? Chris Brookes, Aleister Black, Drew Gulak. Say what you will about all three of those champions, but they brought honor to the Television Championship. They didn’t disqualify themselves to protect their championship, they didn’t have to be a part of the situations we find ourselves in. They fought, they lost, and they moved on. You though, you try to be soooo cool by fighting till your last breath, by being unkillable. Now look at where you are going to end up. You may prove true that you won’t die in the ring, at least tonight, but you aren’t winning this match. You can’t win this match, not against me. I need this title, Havoc. I need it more than anything else in my career. For everything I have said about the Television Championship, for every word spoken about this once proud title…
I respect it.
I respect it a hell of a lot more than I respect you, or mostly anyone else in the back. Because this isn’t an Intercontinental Championship, this isn’t a Hardcore Championship although you seem keen on treating it as such, and this isn’t even the UWF Championship...it is a wrestler’s championship. And even though I’m not able to call myself a wrestler anymore like I have done for so many weeks, it still would be the biggest disservice of my career to allow you to hold that championship. It would be a modern tragedy not unlike a Shakespeare play to have to watch you walk out of this match not with the championship around your waist like a wrestler would wear it, but with it hoisted on your shoulder.”Axel looks at the belt hanging on the ropes, but stays where he is. ”You claim that you want to make that title mean something. You want it to stop being a joke, you want to stop being a joke...so stop acting like one. Stop acting like you are too good for everything and everyone that is thrown at you. Stop acting like you are king of the shit pile when you’re the guy shoveling it. Stop pretending that you are some deathmatch legend, because the only legends in that sorry form of so-called entertainment are the ones who are already dead!”Axel then steps backwards. ”Huh...of all things I thought I was going to do today, giving the person who I despise most on this roster a pep talk was certainly not one of them.”Giving a small shrug, Axel just looks back at the title. ”So Havoc, if you don’t want to be a joke, then stop acting like one. And before you try and turn it around on me and act like the bigger, badder man by saying that I’m a joke for believing myself to be the only true wrestler on the UWF roster for weeks on end...trust me, I know. People are going to laugh at me about losing to WALTER, about this insanity that I hold because of you, about creating a match type and naming it after you in something so ego-driven that it would only be a right for me to lose tonight. But I’m not the punchline of this match...you are.”Axel stops speaking, and backs up, conceding the floor to Havoc.
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Post by fja on Jun 19, 2020 17:02:56 GMT -6
*Havoc looks at Axel before continuing* Jimmy: Thanks for the pep talk, i know i haven't retained this title like a champion should do or that it feels like it's a Hardcore Title. But the problem is that others gave me the chance to have an excuse to have a hardcore match for it or do what you did and create an hardcore stipulation for our match. Also, i know that i make the title seem to be a joke and that's why i want to not be a joke anymore like i said earlier, since if you think about it, if i manage to make myself not be a joke and be up with the names of former TV Champions like Gulak i will have managed to not make this title look like a joke whether i hold it or not hold it since according to your views, it's the champion that makes the title be a joke or not and if i'm not a joke the title shouldn't be a joke either. Also, you wanna know a lil' detail?. When i had my first shot at taking back the TV Title against Tessa, i decided to comply to what Tessa said and fight cleanly unless memory fails me. And what happened when i did that?. Tessa DQed herself to keep the title!. Yeah, pretty much what happened to you at Backlash although with the challenger being less damaged. You see, although that result gives me hope that maybe i could fight fair and square and win...how the match ended is what caused that i still don't try to win matches cleanly. I don't want to be tricked like what happened with Tessa ever again. Plus, even if i wanted to fight clean, it's not exactly an option in a House of Havoc match with all the weapons we'll have at our disposition. I can't fight clean on this match Axel although that's an obvious fact. Now regarding to fighting clean on matches with rules...hmmmm, maybe i will, since that could take me faster to not be a joke anymore. Now regarding the whole thinking that i' better than anyone else, that's gonna be hard because of the whole slim line between confidence and arrogance but i'll try*Jimmy keeps thinking for a bit about whether to fight clean or not on matches with rules before continuing to talk* Jimmy: Axel, you say you need this victory because you respect the TV Title too much to let it be hold by me and that it would be a tragedy if i retained it?. I need to win because i need to pull myself and the TV Title out of the tragedy that is being a joke. Prevent a tragedy gives one a motivation to evade said tragedies happening, but trying to get out of onegives even more motivation to get out of it and considering how you're trying to evade one while i have been living on one for a long time and that i'm trying to make more than one thing/person get out of it since it's me and the TV Title i'm trying to get out of the tragedy, i have WAY more motivation than you do and i feel like that gives me an reason to say that i'm confident i'll win.*Jimmy now looks at himself before continuing* Jimmy: If you don't want me believing i'm a deathmatch icon---*Jimmy kicks the fork to the outside of the ring*---then i guess the only thing i can say is that i'm a man. Yes, i'm not afraid to say it Axel, i'm a man. And although i might just be a shoveler of shit in your eyes what i can tell you is that this shoveler is gonna take his shovel and break it on your head and using it against you and maybe cover you in shit along. In wrestling language, i might not be different from others without the hardcore image but what i am is a man who is tired of shoveling shit they throw at him and actually wants to fight out of that position and actually be the one throwing shit at others and making THEM be the ones who shovel shit alongside covering them in that shit from the shit pile. So far, i have not exactly been the dude with the best record but what i can say is that i'm trying to progress towards a better position, a better life from what you see me as. And i can say that even though i might be someone who shovels shit in your eyes, i'm a man, a man fighting for being looked better by everyone, a man fighting for a better life and that man is gonna kick your ass.*Jimmy lowers his mic (so Axel can talk) while staring at Axel as the crowd are giving him a mixed reaction*
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Post by George on Jun 21, 2020 23:04:55 GMT -6
The music of SLAYER HITS THE PA LIKE A SACK OF BRICKS ON A EMPTY BUILDING SITE. Sending shockwaves throughout the arena, and everyone knows what time it must be, it’s time for ASSES to be RULED SUCKA. One by one, individually, since the Warhorse is here! He bursts through the curtain as the riff blasts in, looking side to side to check where his goddamn metalheads are fucking at. He heads down the ramp, headbanging with a bunch of fans at the ringside area. He then gets thrown a microphone from the guy on ring bell duty, and then catches that sucker with a PERFECT FUCKING CATCH BECAUSE OF COURSE IT WAS DO YOU THINK THIS MAN NEVER PLAYED SPORTS IN HIS LIFE? FUCK NO, HE’S RIPPED AS SHIT. Yet you knew that, so what’s the point of pointing it out pal? Who knows. Anyway, Warhorse is in the ring or something with a microphone. Warhorse: HERE WE ARE, THE FATEFUL FUCKING DAY. THE DAY THE WARHORSE SETS HIMSELF IN THE GODDAMN RECORD BOOKS, WELL THAT’S BEING OPTIMISTIC. OR IS IT REALISTIC? TIME WILL ONLY TELL, THE ONLY THING THE WARHORSE AND THE PEOPLE KNOW IS THAT HE HAS A HELLUVA OPPORTUNITY AGAINST THE CURRENT UWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, BROCK GODDAMN LESNAR. BIG BEEFY TITS HIMSELF. BROCKY QUAVER, WITH THE BELT SEEMS TO BE BREAKING THE MAN.
I MEAN LOOK MAN, THE WARHORSE HAS BEEN ON A TEAR, AND ALL I SEE FROM THIS SO CALLED BEAST IS LOSING TO SPIKE, LOSING TO WALTER, MEN THE WARHORSE HAS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY TORE THROUGH. YET PEOPLE QUESTION WHY THE WARHORSE IS HERE, LIKE HE’S SOME RANDOM CHOICE, LIKE HE’S NOT BEEN AROUND HERE FOR WEEKS PUTTING ON THE MATCH OF THE NIGHT EVERY NIGHT.
PRETEND THAT AIN’T THE REALITY, BECAUSE IT’S A MATTER OF GODDAMN FACT, THE WARHORSE KNOWS IT, THE FANS KNOW IT AND JERRY GODDAMN SEINFELD KNOWS IT, AND HELL PAL WITH THE CONNECTIONS HE HAS SO DOES THE REST OF THE GODDAMN WORLD. SO WHAT TYPA CHAMPION IS THAT? A WEAK ONE. YEAH. A FRAGILE ONE. YEAH. A GODDAMN FLUKE ONE. YEAH. THAT’S ALL CLEAR TO THE WARHORSE.
The Warhorse looks side to side as he gains this confirmation from those in the crowd who share this observation. FOR THE WARHORSE, THIS IS A CLEAR STEP FORWARD, AND A STEP UP TO A MAN WHO’S STUMBLING. A MAN WHO’S STRUGGLING, BUT DON’T WORRY PAL, BECAUSE THE WARHORSE IS COMING AROUND TO EASE YOU FROM YOUR SUFFERING, WITH AN ASS RULED, AND GOLD TAKEN. DON’T FEEL BAD BRICKY BROCK, I’M SURE PAUL WILL GET YOU A FINE STEAK DINNER TO EAT IN COMMISERATION.
A MAN BROKEN IS A MAN WITH CRACKS IN THEIR GAME, AND I’M GONNA PULL THOSE SUCKERS OPEN, BECAUSE THE WARHORSE HUNTS DOWN GOLD LIKE THE BOLD.
Warhorse lowers his microphone and waits from a response from the roid pig himself.
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Post by Fauche on Jun 22, 2020 20:47:50 GMT -6
Kyle looks long and hard at Stokely. Is he buying into the pitch? Is he swayed? Even just a little bit. Is there really a different way - a better way? It's hard to tell what he's thinking, but it might just be that, even for a second. Or maybe he's just preoccupied with those wack bandanas. Who's to say? Anyway, it's Larry that's first to respond.Sweeney: There ain't a damn thing on God's green earth you can give us, Hathaway, except for a splitting migraine every time you run that big yap of your's!Sweeney: Now I'm man enough to call this current dry run exactly what it is - a stinker to end all stinkers. But every time, every great franchise in the history of organized sports, has had an off season. And in the midst of it, everyone wants to act like it's the end of the world. They jump to conclusion. They get all drastic! Fire the coach, make a big trade, chance up the jerseys, you name it! But let's take a look at another of my hometown teams. Yeah, that's right, I'm talkin' about the Bulls, baby! They go on a three years stretch unlike anything the glorious game of basketball had ever seen, and they follow that up with two miserable, downright rotten years! Everyone wrote 'em off! They said they'd never be worth a damn again!
And then what happened? Huh, Stokes? Don't answer, I'll tell ya. They came back and did all again. Another three-peat. History makers. Champions. They knew what everyone else didn't - and that's that slumps suck, but when you're the best, you're the best.
This here's a funk. No if's, and's or but's about it. But it ain't gonna last! It's all got a shelf life, just like this little moment in the spotlight for you, Hathaway. How many L's to you choke down before you found yourself a winning recipe? Hmmm? Play that revisionist history game all you want, but my memory works like a charm and I remember the dingy little corner you crawled out of like a cockroach. It's that same corner we'll be sending you back to when you're left high and dry without us or the Yin Yang Twins on your six.He turns his attention to Jado and Gedo, each syllable a scathing indictment of the import goons.Sweeney: And speaking of... your third world country's bum-league organization's top stars don't scare me. You'd best believe that two middle-aged jobbers don't. You got one win on us. A couple shenanigans for desert. Big whoop! We know what you're about now, punks. You wanna get down and dirty? Yeah?!?!?! Slimy and grimy??!?! Cheatin' and brawlin'?!?! Newsflash boys, here in the beautiful U-S-of-A, nobody does it better than us. That unmatchable world title record run of mine? The Triple Championships? None of that happens without me speeding full bore down the low road, Kyle here right along with me. We rewrote the book on scumbaggery. If there's a shortcut, we found a way to make it shorter. It there's an easy way out, we made it easier. If there was a way to get ahead by stepping on someone's neck, no problemo, because Sweet n' Sour Inc. was never about being good people.Lately we've been brushing up the public image. We had a relationship to maintain with a certain Sport Drink company. But that's all gone and out the window now. Suffice it say... No more mister nice guys. KO'R: I got no problem at all breaking a couple rules if it means I get to break a couple bones, too. Oh what? You're gonna cheat. Frick you. We're gonna cheat.The crowd pops big, loving the edge from their boys.KO'R: See? They like it. They want it. Everyone wants us to beat you. Cause you guys are just a bunch of really really annoying a-holes. And us? We're the underdogs now. Like that old TV show. Underdog. We never used to be. We didn't have to be. We were totally the overdogs. But times change. And that's okay. Everything changes. Hair colour. The marshmallows in lucky charms. Anime dub voice actors. Everything. Nothing lasts forever except outer space. We were the best team for a long time. It was awesome. And then it was over. Now we're the worst time. It sucks. But it's going to be over. You're gonna see.He zeroes in on Jado and Gedo.KO'R: I don't care if you don't believe it cause not believing in things doesn't make them not real. Some people don't believe in gay rights. But they're real. I bet you guys don't. Look at you two, ya queer-bashing homophobes. I can just tell. You're bigots. Gross little bigots with dumb beards and bandanas. You look dumb. Your bandanas are dumb. Sweeney: Aren't they, though? KO'R: Super dumb. Just the dumbest. Sweeney: I'll say. Hathaway, you wanna offer us hope? Promise us change? Fix us up? Well I got some good news and bad news, brother. Hell, let's call it what it is. I've got some sweet n' sour news! First things first is that you're gonna get us back on track. Without you, who knows how long we woulda been stuck down here at the rock bottom of the card with your sorry ass. Truly, and I mean this pal... truly, you're just what the doctor ordered.
The tragedy here is that it's coming at your expense. It's us kicking the holy crap out of you and your boys that's gonna put us back in title contention. It's you getting under our skin that's got us fired up like we haven't been in who knows how long. And it's that song... that god damn song of your's playing over and over again that's got us pissed off and crazy enough to put aside our gentlemanly behavior, stoop down to your level, and show you what being the bad guy is really all about.Larry sneers at Stokely while Kyle just looks at those lame ass bandanas and shakes his head disapprovingly.
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Post by rawisrey on Jun 22, 2020 22:26:00 GMT -6
The loud sound of the lights Shutting down hits as the arena is covered in darkness when from the darkness is match is struck on the titantron. "Broken out in Love" plays throughout the arena and Bray Wyatt comes out on stage holding a lantern, he looks at it mesmerized before blowing it out and causing the arena to light up back to normal as his music continues to play. He walks down the ramp with a Big Beaming smile on his face, he stops and shakes hands with people in the front row, before he puts his hands on his chest totally loving the audience before he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring. he grabs a microphone but as he is getting ready to talk he pauses remembering what he has to talk about, and sadnesss seems to fill his face. Bray Wyatt:
I'm sorry everyone, Usually I'm in such a great mood...but I can't help but feel down in the dumps. I went away, I disappeared like I have many a time, so I could find myself and fix my internal problems. Now that I returned, I wanted to make everything perfect, I rejected the normal Debut. The Triple Threat of newbies, the prove yourself, the easy lob, I waited so it would mean something when I finally got the opportunity to come out here and perform for All of my little fireflies. But in my wait, in my patience I was rewarded with being challenged by the person I wanted nothing more than Friendship from. My-no no no...Our Hero Rey Mysterio, went to EC3 and asked for a match against me. Wyatt wipes his eyes with his forearm sleeve as if he's been crying. So instead of slaying some big evil beastie, instead of making a great big first impression with a opponent yearning for his comeuppance...I'm forced to face the great Super Hero Rey Mysterio, I mean how am I supposed to do this? How will I be able to focus the energy needed to Hurt, to Destroy the obstacle in front of me, when that obstacle is a man we all should look up to. But...But that could just be it, cause throughout all of this...the Voices...they keep telling me things I didn't want to think of. That Rey SHOULD be someone to look up to but he isn't, that Rey Mysterio isn't the Super Hero he portrays himself to be. That the mask he wears is not the colorful one with little eagles on the sides, the mask that Rey Mysterio wears is the one that he is a Hero to all the little boys and girls. Because what he really isWyatt looks from side to side and puts a finger up to his mouth shhh...Is a Villain. The way he treats people, condescendingly, the way he found excuses to put on that deadly weapon around his knee, and the crazed way he attacked WARHORSE. Rey Mysterio isn't who we all thought he was my fireflies, I wanted to save him...my little friend Cabrito wanted me to save him...but you can't save someone who refuses to be saved. I didn't want this, Rey Mysterio wanted this. All I've tried to do is make a new friend, but Rey didn't want to play. He wanted to fight back, he wanted to TAKE from me and he wanted to come for me. All Rey had to do is Listen, not only to his inner self but to his past, listen to everyone around him but he didn't want that...he wanted a match, against me. Oh my little friend, we are not all perfect...I absolutely was not. But you know what I did? I fixed myself, and I can fix you...All you have to do...Is Let me In.
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Post by mrleedles on Jun 23, 2020 16:31:09 GMT -6
Axel takes a glance at the TV Title before refocusing on Havoc. Curtis Axel: “Pretty much what happened at Backlash, huh? What happened at Backlash was I kicked your ass before I got nails thrown at me, that’s what happened. For how much of a man you say you are, you sure like to act like you are better than you really are. Really it is the only thing that you actually have in common with other champions. Larry Sweeney was like you. All braggadocious, all types of talk but when it came to the ring he always just wasn’t up to snuff. Difference between you and him was that when he sucked the life out of a match, he had backup to help him win. You just suck and have to get lucky that you either deal with some moron like Tessa who throws away a perfectly good title shot after you fought on her conditions, or you are able to disqualify yourself or get counted out when facing someone way out of your league like me.
That is the entire point of this matchup. For everything I have said in the lead up to what I hope and pray is our final encounter so I may never have to speak about you and your insufferability again, there has been one thing I have consistently done: kept my word. When I said I would destroy you at Backlash, I did it. When I said the battle between my and WALTER would be a true wrestler’s match, it was and then some. When I said I would make sure that I get my revenge on you and claim the Television Title that should have been mine at Backlash, I created the House of Havoc. So, when I have said for the past...what has it been five, ten minutes that I’ve had to stand here and basically bash my head against a brick wall while trying to convince it to stop being a wall? That I am going to walk out of this match and be the one that turns the Television Championship into a title for wrestlers instead of this annoying, repetitive deathmatch saga that you have run...I am going to keep my word.”Axel turns around, keeping his back to Havoc now. ”I’ve said what I needed to. If you refuse to listen and keep acting like this headstrong fool by deluding yourself into thinking people actually like you for it, then go right ahead and say what you need to say. The only thing I’m going to care about you saying though come Heatwave are the three words that will bring me to my nirvana:
I give up.”Axel smiles as he stays turned from Havoc, and begins to head backstage.
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Post by cliffwalk on Jun 23, 2020 19:22:58 GMT -6
WARHORSE and his tirade come to a screeching halt as the music and corresponding video of the current UWF Intercontinental Champion, Brock Lesnar. The man himself powers out from behind the curtain, alongside his long time advocate, Paul Heyman. Brock takes a few moments to hop back and forth, warming up his muscles, and then raises and slams his hands down, setting off the pyro doing so. Both men walk down to the ring, and as Brock enters the ring, Paul stays on the outskirts, staying on the apron. PAUL HEYMANLadies and Gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman, and I am the advocate for the REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED UWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, BROCK LESNAR! Here we are, on one of the many spectacles this company has to offer, heatwave. Also here my client stands across from...you mister WARHORSE. You my friend, are the first man to step up to Brock's open challenge. Now while you may consider this to be some great act to try and catapult your career to the next level, I can assure you sir that the only thin you have done is guarantee yourself the ass kicking of your life. You see my client has been a little out of sorts lately, and to be honest his personal affairs are none of your business, but know one thing...Brock Lesnar is laser focused tonight on sending your ass to suplex city, first class!
Brock Lesnar grabs the microphone.BROCK LESNAR
Hey there pal, I couldn't help but notice that you have been staring at the belt I'm holding. Well take a good fucking look bitch, because that is about as close as you are ever going to get to it. When I laid out my open challenge, it was meant for someone who could actually put up a fight, but instead I get YOU? What kind of ass backwards bullshit is that? Don't for a second think that my recent string of fluke bad luck has in any way shape or form made me forget who the hell I am. Perhaps you forgot so allow me to remind you. I'm Brock frickin Lesnar. I'm the beast that is going to come at you with German Suplex after German Suplex. I'm the guy that's going to toss you around like a ragdoll. When I'm done with you, people are going to be calling you My Little Pony instead of WARHORSE. Tonight you et the same special treatment everyone else does...F-5, pinfall, and most importantly STILL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, BROCK LESNAR.
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Post by Roach on Jun 23, 2020 22:59:21 GMT -6
Shibata, still seated, looks back at Spike with disgust. His expression is as judgmental and threatening as can be and he looks out toward the crown with the same expressions. His attention slowly turns back to the root of this disgust in Spike Dudley. He points to the unconscious head still in his lap, displaying him to Spike before crossing his arms in a huff and speaking once more. Shibata: So you refuse to give me an answer. Once again trying to create a different narrative. You will not. You absolutely will confine to what I want you to confine to, because I know my version of you is the real version of you, and you continue to prove that by putting your pride over an innocent man’s safety. The only thing you had to do for me to release this man was plead and beg. A simple action, but one you cannot do. I am not trying to make the ultimatum I have given you complex or twisted. That is the narrative YOU are driving, not me. Again, it is simple. You do not plead and beg, I hurt this man very badly, you walk off as a coward and are not expected to walk into your public dismembering after Hell In A Cell. You do plead and beg, I let this man go free of any further harm, you get to maintain your great public perception, and will be tortured in front of a live scarred audience. It is as clear as day that if you do not plead and beg for me to release this man, you are at the very least an egotistical hypocrite. I am giving you an opportunity to stop me from hurting this man. If you do not take that opportunity, his blood will be on your hands. If anyone else had a safe opportunity to stop a person from doing harm to another innocent person, and they did not take it, they would be shamed. I do not know why common morals do not seem to apply to you. Perhaps it is because you have warped and manipulated your public image. But it will all become clear if you continue to run away from this decision like you are doing now. Because in reality you avoiding giving me an answer gives me the exact answer I am looking for, in that you are indeed not what you lead people to believe. Much like the many self doubts in your head, everyone listening will get those doubts in there head once they see you tucking your tail and ignoring my friend here. Shibata returns a friendly gaze to his so-called “friend” before observing the booing audience and speaking once more Shibata: But what about me right? Surely I am not morally correct? How can I be saying all these things? And to answer that no, I do not try to be morally correct and I do not care for being morally correct. Spike does though, deep down he wants everyone to know how morally correct he is. It just makes it all the more better that someone who could care less for morals exposing Spike’s truth. Say, if a criminal intends to aid authorities in catching another criminal, is everything invalid because he is a criminal?... no. Any intelligent person would say no and take the information that has been graciously given to them. The audience knows Shibata is referring to them. They boo. Shibata thanks their unintelligent peons. It’s become a formula at this point. Shibata: See… nobody is going to put “Shibata, giant hypocrite” in the newspapers. Nobody cares. I am the king of monsters and the absolute worst is expected of me. But you… “Spike Dudley, giant hypocrite”...? That is absolutely newspaper worthy. That goes to show what I say toward you has value, where as your words toward me hold absolutely no value. Anybody that follows my name knows that I am as detached from my past self as much as can be. Nobody is going to bat an eye at something I said several months ago not coinciding with what I say today. But there would be quite the story if it turned out you do not stick to the principles you set for yourself given how oh so morally superior you are. The truth is you are every bit as much of a hypocrite as me and more because you have hardly changed a bit from the time you came back. You tell me to look in my own backyard for thre things I accuse you of but that is impossible. I set fire to my backyard. All connections I had to it have vanished but the same cannot be said for you. Everyone should accept that Spike Dudley is a fraud and that starts with you expanding on your acknowledgment of the truths I speak. You have already said it. “Your words may have some juice to them…” I will not let anybody forget it. The deconstruction of the image of Spike Dudley was set ablaze with those 8 words and then total annihilation will follow. It will take awhile for the sheep to realize, but it will happen. Answering my ultimatum regarding our little friend over here would certainly halt the process if you just do what I ask though… Shibata grabs ahold of the poor guy’s hair and adjusts his head to where he’s facing Spike directly. He taunts him with the man. To him he is living proof of Spike’s flaws after he avoided Shibata’s ultimatum. And he just cannot get enough of reminding Spike that. He lets off a sadistic laugh that quickly vanishes as his face becomes stone cold again and he lets the man go limp.Shibata: What I really find hilarious though is that when you try to shift the heat back to me, you mention Aztec Warfare of all things. I have corrected the wrongs I needed to correct from Aztec Warfare, and the ones I have not simply do not apply to me anymore. You on the other hand have not corrected any of your wrongs from Aztec Warfare. But back to me… the man that eliminated me from Aztec Warfare if we can even call it an elimination was Vinny Marseglia, who I dismantled at Wrestlemania and sent packing away from the UWF. And Kyle O’Reilly? Why would I go out of my way to harm him. If he crosses the man I am today he will certainly get the consequences that come with that. But right now? I, the world heavyweight champion, going after Kyle O’Reilly , stick dwindling low in the tag division. I have risen far far above him. Going after Kyle O’Reilly would be an insult to myself. Oh and let’s not forget the last wrong I corrected. The man who won the whole thing. Johnny Morrison. I beat him and took his title. I proved to everyone that the Aztec Warfare match was ridiculous by decimating Johnny Morrison and you were right there next to me to witness it. And you run through my time here in the past several months like it means anything at all. You are presenting the viewpoints of one of your sheep. You are saying nothing that people are not already thinking and that brings me back to the fact that your words hold no value. Shibata puts an aggressive emphasis on those last two words and his face scrunches is up as if Spike despicably tried to put his words on the same level of Shibata’sShibata: I offer these people a new way of thinking, the correct way of thinking, and you feed them the same nonsense that holds to an intelligence level of an infant. You are an enabler of stupidity. And again, not because they see me in a bad light. I want everyone to see me in a bad light. I am perfectly fine with being the villain, I just hate that you are the supposed hero. A hint of jealousy perhaps creeps into that last sentiment. Perhaps a yearning for the life where Shibata once was the hero? Those hopeful thoughts are quickly squashed though by the meanest scowl you’ll ever see as Shibata glares at Spike. Even standing down, you can feel a sense of superiority vibrating off Shibata. His hateful gaze lingers on Spike for a long few moments until he snaps out of it. Shibata: And beyond all the morality, beyond the lies you have said, beyond your hypocrisy, and beyond your massive ego, you just don’t stand a chance in this match. Is there anything in our history to suggest Spike Dudley is going to beat the king of monsters?No. Honestly, is there anything in history in general to suggest Spike Dudley is going to dethrone Katsuyori Shibata? No. You have no advantages in this match. This match was meant for me. I am a cage fighter Spike. You are a runt. The only thing you have been able to do thus far in regard to me is survive. You have just barely been able to escape my wrath, and that is impossible here. You have nobody to hide behind like you had John Morrison, you have nobody to interfere like Vinny Marseglia, and you have nowhere to run. You are the farthest thing from a threat in this day and age, and especially in that cage setting. Your days of opposing any legitimate challenge were already over, but now I will squash them into complete oblivion. Speaking of this day and age, you simply do not belong in it. Countless times, I can even recall when you faced me, you have reminisced about the days of old in long, drawn-out, unnecessary, egotistical speeches. Those days of old you would so mind numbingly speak about are where you belong. You should have never come back. And you will wish that. You will wish it every night and day until your end, because I will make every night and day an agonizing pain. People like you will cease to exist, and everything your false image stood for will be eradicated from this sport. Only violence will remain and you will be a very important example in what happens when you attempt to interfere in my agenda... Shibata returns his attention to his unconscious victim again before speaking to Spike once more Shibata: Or… you can admit to your false image and go on your merry way. You will give me an answer or I will assume you have chosen the latter and I guarantee you so will some of these people that think they love you.
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fja
Mid Carder
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Post by fja on Jun 25, 2020 7:56:20 GMT -6
*Jimmy brings the mic to his mouth* Jimmy: I never cared about the fan reaction that much. You know how you call me a wall?. Well, as much as i may seem like a wall from your perspective of point and that you may want me to stop being a wall aka fixated on one way to fight, one HAS to be a wall sometimes for their opponents goals and i intend to be yours so you don't try to go for the TV Title. Simply put, i might not be one threatening "wall" but what's gonna happen is that you're gonna keep headbutting the wall until you can no more and the wall wins aka you're the one who's gonna try everything to win the TV Title but in the end, i'm gonna be the one to win the match. *Jimmy now looks at Axel who turned around and had an eyebrow lifted and was telling Havoc to go on albeit he wasn't interested that much* Jimmy: Well, now that i got your attention i wanna say some things. Axel, you're gonna crash and burn. Before you start, no, i don't mean it like the expression for failed dives or jumps but from the perspective that i'm a wall. That's what's gonna happen, you're gonna crash and burn and i'll leave this whole thing between us behind when i win. Also, you say you have this won and that you're gonna make me say "i give up" when what's gonna happen is that i will put to rest all that shoveler of shit view of yours by beating you and whatever pain may come to get that win, i'll accept it because it doesn't matter what you throw at me because in the end---*Jimmy looks directly at Axel* Jimmy: ---i'm gonna be the one walking out as TV Champion by hook or crook.*Jimmy lowers his mic and then stares at Axel who just shrugs his shoulders and continues his way to backstage while Havoc stares at him and the crowd gives a mixed reaction to the whole situation*
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Chase
Main Eventer
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Post by Chase on Jun 25, 2020 9:44:46 GMT -6
Fans in the arena cheer as Rey Mysterio's theme. Rey Mysterio comes out but he doesn't run down the ramp instead Rey is keeping his distance. Rey goes and he pulls out Bray's friend Carbito. Rey puts Carbito to the side and uses the microphone he grabbed from the back to address Bray. Rey Mysterio: Citizens of the....All of a sudden Rey just stops. Rey looks at Bray Wyatt in the ring and Rey goes to speak Rey Mysterio: Bray I can't believe that... that... that....All of a sudden Rey Mysterio sees an image of something. He doesn't know what it is. Rey Mysterio: What in the heck was that?Carbito: That is you letting him in.Rey goes and he grabs Carbito and Rey looks at him. The fans are confused as Rey Mysterio doesn't seem like himself. Rey Mysterio: What do you mean? Carbito: Rey everything Bray says is true puto. Tell me what have you done for the people around you. You come out here and paint yourself as a hero but in reality all you are is a villian.Rey Mysterio: No.... Carbito: Si amigo. Now Rey don't be afraid go in that ring and show everyone that you're the hero, or are you standing back here because you are what you are... the cowardess villain of the UWF.Rey goes and he throws Carbito down and Rey slides into the ring and he faces Bray face to face. Rey's voice changes into something that isn't what were used to hearing. Rey Mysterio: You wanted to be my friend? My friend? How is it costing me an opportunity you being my friend? How is it that haunting me and trying to ruin my life being my friend? Bray you want me to be your friend? You want me to let you in? Sure Bray I will let you in. I will let you in face to face with one of the most dangerous men here in the UWF. You're over her smiling and trying to be friendly with all of us but we know you don't care about being friendly. You've never been you're whole career. Call me out for being a fraud well you will see the real fraud at Heatwave. You're facing the HERO of the UWF. You're facing the man who made sure none of the villains took that Internartional title for over 200 days. For over 200 days I made sure no evil touched that belt and I did whatever it took. That's what heroes do we do whatever it takes. I use my size to take men like you off guard.
Bray you're a villain too me. You're no better than anyone who I have faced in the past. You're nothing more than just a manipulator who is looking to manipulate not only me, but other men, and these people. I will not let that happen. Bray I will beat you. I will show you the true hero of the UWF. I will show you the man that people doubted week after week and show the man that did two things. Thing number 1 WIN, and thing number 2 tell the TRUTH! That's all I do. So keep smiling Bray because sometimes you don't want to meet your heroes, and the same goes for wanting to be friends with them either.
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