Heatwave 2020 Card and TTs

[halfofasphere]

The titantron comes on and there is Bobby Fish, sitting in a chair next to Roderick.  

Fish: Well, well, well Dudleyz. You got your shot at us. You had to come out when we were on the fast track to beating the #1 contenders to the damn titles and ruin it. You couldn’t just accept you place in this company as a statement for us to make against all the other hand-shaking, ass-kissing politicking morons in the back, and now you’ve got yourself a non-sanctioned match. Stuck in a ring, no rules, the company won’t even acknowledge it happened. Which is fitting, because ever since we started, this place has been trying to forget WE happened, ever since they tried to sic the New Kingdom on us to get rid of us and failed.  

Strong: It’s been real difficult for the ol’ UE as of late. Stripped of our titles. Suspended. Buried up to the head in the sands of time, yanno? And at the same time, you’ve been getting title shot after title shot, and you’ve been squandering ‘em, too. You got this match just because you asked nicely. You’ve been rewarded. One of your own is main-eventing this whole effing show. And for what? Because he doesn’t like Shibata? Well guess what, that’s all of us. That’s especially Adam Cole, and that’ll be Adam Cole for the foreseeable future until he gets the title shot that we all know he deserves, and the one he was supposed to have at Backlash.  

Strong reaches to the ground beside him and picks up two bottles of non-descript booze, opening them up.  

Strong: Me and Bobby think that now's a time to celebrate, through. Because while you asshats think that now you've got a match with us we have nowhere to run, the reality of your situation is that you, the two overweight, old, broken down clowns who can hardly make it to the ring before getting winded, have just gotten yourselves booked in a match where we could kill you, and the company probably wouldn't even care! That's the funny thing.   

Fish: What's stopping us from finishing the job on those legs we targeted all those months back? What's stopping us from simply outsmarting you like we did back in that fatal 4 way?  

Strong: The answer’s nothing, because there ain’t no stopping UE at its peak. Not the UE with a chip on their shoulder and gold in their sight. And especially not a UE that’s faced with the chance to destroy the royal family of this whole company. Eh, Bobby?  

Strong hands a bottle to Bobby.  

Fish: Morrison may be a smile-for-cameras, probably secret spousal abuser poster boy, but you two, and hell, Spike and Stacy too, are all the UWF’s Bourbons. The royal family. You’re washed up. You don’t command respect like you used to. Yet because of your last names, you get whatever you ask for just because at one point you were the greatest wrestlers alive. Wrestlemania? Title shot. Backlash? What would ya know, title shot. And when it doesn’t go how you plan, you throw temper tantrums and attack like confused silverback gorillas with depth perception issues, which handed us those titles. Yet everyone seems to blame that on us, huh? It's the UE's fault because you can't do any wrong. The family-friendly, table-breaking goofballs who just love having fun and eating sandwiches! The Dudleyz! Right?  

…  

Do you hear that, Bubba? Do you hear that, D-Von? Ya fans are growing tired of you. They're beginning to realize that the Bourbons can't lead a tag division, and that we can. That you’ve blown every chance you’ve gotten around here. They know now that you're far past your primes. They also know even with everything going for you, and even with everything going against us, which one of us has struck gold before. It all comes down to you not being able to get it done when it counts the most. And buddy, all chips are on the table for this one.  

Strong takes a drink, before speaking up.  

Strong: You bet your bottom dollar they are. This is the match-up of the century, even it doesn’t seem like it. The match that will shake the status-quo to its very core. The match that shows who the real big dog is around here. Spoiler alert: that’s us. This is our storming of the Bastille. We’re takin’ ALL the heads off the dummies who go around signing autographs and making sure not to offend no one and are rewarded because of it. This company is under siege.  

Fish: Cheers to that, man. 

They laugh and clink bottles as it fades out.

[rawisrey]

Bray Wyatt:

The Truth! HAHAHAHAH The Truth! Rey Mysterio wants to talk about the truth, well let's dwell on that shall we mi amigo. Allow me to teach all my little fireflies some Es-pa-ñol, do you all know what our favorite super heroes name even means? It means King dot dot dot Mystery, ya see my little fireflies this man right here who proclaims himself a proponent of truth, Is quite literately named the King of Mystery. Actually scratch that as he is not even quote unquote "THE" King of Mystery because he is only Junior, I've not lied, fibbed or bamboozled since I've returned. But you Rey, your entire persona starting with your own name is nothing but smoke n' mirrors. I mean, our little SUPER HERO, has dressed up as very notable super heroes in the past like Mysterio...wait no that's a villian, wait The Silver Surfer was fun right, I mean he was the guy that brought upon the eater of worlds to earth so maybe that wasn't such a Heroic choice...or that time you dressed up like The Joker. Huh. Ya know for such a big hero you really like the villain costumes huh? Pretty...Mysterious if you ask me. hahah, but let's not dwell on that. Because you called me a Villain, little ole me...when all I wanted from you...is what you took.

Bray seems to be extending a hand out to Rey when the lights suddenly shut off, after a brief moment the lights power back on and Wyatt has vanished. As Mysterio looks around he finds where he went, as Wyatt is now standing outside of the ring standing over where Rey threw down Cabrito, slowly crouching down and picking up the puppet from the floor and dusting it off as he raises his microphone.

My Sweet little friend, he may be Slothful, he may have a sailor mouth, but he belongs in my Funhouse with all the rest of my friends. Just like you Rey, You want the truth. The Truth is that you Neeeeed Me. You've been stumbling, You've been going to the hospital getting looks at your knee, losing to Champions. Cabrito knows you, he knows the you that was the International Heavyweight Champion! And he knows that you need me, if you want proof...Just remind yourself what you've been capable of lately. When I showed up, you were easily distracted, you were easily taken Advantage of. You were run amuck upon my friend, and you were turning your own name into mud. But once I got in your head a lil bit, once Cabrito was on your side, you snapped back into that True Rey Mysterio in you and you obliterated WARHORSE. And yet you still come after me, and I understand man...we all need something to be afraid of no?

Wyatt looks at Cabrito in his hands and chuckles to himself as he continues

But the Real question, the one I want you to mull over under that little mask. Is there anyone in this arena, in this WORLD that loves you and will accept you for who you are no matter what you've done or where you've been the way that I will? Is there a soul out there in this rotten world that would drop down to their knees and get their hands dirty for you the way that I will? nah man, and you know that. But you still want to be afraid of me and point at me as the villain, but I'm just an Angel in the Dirt...and if you wanna find hell with me than I will show you lil Rey. I will gladly show you what hell is like, and ultimately do exactly what you wanted and that's Show who the true hero of UWF is. I've waited all this time when others debut right away, I've done all of this to you without hitting one offensive move to you...not once...and all the while you've been running at me trying to rush headlong to stop the evil you perceive without noticing all that I've done for you. That impatience, that rushing...is what will ultimately be your downfall, you could have waited for me to let you into my funhouse, but you decided to call for this match and come for me. And at Heatwave, you're gonna learn Rey, that Tiiiiiii iiiiime is ooon....myyyy...Side.

[yoloisfox]

Stokely does not look too pleased, nor does he look angry. He looks disappointed, he just quietly shakes his head.

Stokely Hathaway:”That’s a big mistake boys. I offered you an easy out, I offered you a chance to join the winning side! BUT YOU 2 STUPID DOGS JUST BIT THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU! Well that’s okay stubborn dogs like you deserve to starve, just like how baby seals deserved to be clubbed and people deserve to be kicked out of their houses to make room for my strip malls! Face it boys you can cheat, you can fight, you can scratch, you can claw, but for as much as you try, I’ll do it better. I’m everything you wished you were Larry, and deep down you know it.”

The fans are quite puzzled but they probably just assume Stokely’s being a cocky fuck.

Stokely Hathaway:”Wanna talk about L’s Larry? Let’s talk about the L’s. El Generico,LOST,Shinsuke,LOST,Kyle’s Friend Mark Henry,LOST,KEVIN FRICKIN STEEN LOST AT THE GRANDEST STAGE OF THEM ALL THANKS TO YOU! You have a worse track record than me, Larry! This may be a funk, or it may just be that the luck has faded, because even IF you beat Gedo and Jado, I’m just like you said, a cockroach. I’m hard to kill, and I won’t relent!”

Jado and Gedo can be seen in the back, and at this point Jado and Gedo are whispering before Gedo just straight up leaves the ring.

Gedo:”Come on, Jado, I’m already bored of this constant big dicking,Little Larry is doing. Cocky, cocky,cocky. It’s cute, you actually think you can out cheat us? YOU COULDN'T EVEN OUT CHEAT YANO! Larry, that clown can’t even wash me and Jado’s boots, but he beat you. Ya know why? BECAUSE WE TAUGHT HIM EVERYTHING HE KNOWS, hehe, but we didn’t teach him everything we know. We will try tactics, you amateurs have only dreamed about, but I can tell something’s working.”

Jado stares at Sweet N Sour in the ring while Gedo lounges on the steps, looking like the laziest uncle ever.

Gedo:”You wanna be the big underdog heroes? Pfft, ok good play your little make believe games. We don’t play, WE WIN! WORLD CLASS TAG TEAM! It isn’t a catchy name, it’s the truth! We may not be staying in America for much longer, but we will make sure to leave with the sweetest prize, the sight of you two being at your lowest point. That will make me and Jado very happy. Crush some dreams, break some spirits, bring some reality to you kid…..oh and me and Jado we don’t care if your gay, white,black, a girl, or a cripple, we don’t discriminate, we just kick ass.”

He begins to signal to Jado, to exit, and his silent partner in crime follows and Stokely begins to follow behind his team, once he notices them.

Gedo:”BUT, we are gonna beat you guys a bit harder. Nobody mocks the bandannas. See you sluts at Heatwave. HAHAHA FUCK YOU WE ARE GEDO AND JADO!”

The trio leaves to a chorus of boos!

[George]

The Warhorse glares up and around the arena in confusion if Heyman and Lesnar know what they’re heading into at Heatwave, assumes they don’t by taking their words as a consideration and raises his microphone up to his mouth.



Warhorse: WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, ROIDED LAP DOG? SOME BUFFET, SOME WALK IN THE PARK? NO, NO. YOU’RE HERE WITH THE WARHORSE, THE MAN HERE CHALLENGING YOU. THE MAN THAT IS GONNA DRIVE HIS FEET THROUGH YOUR BACK, ROLL YOU OVER AND WATCH PAUL CRY AS THE REF COUNTS THREE. BUT YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT WHEN YOU CAME OUT HERE AND UNDERESTIMATED THE WARHORSE, INSULTED THE WARHORSE, LIKE YOU HADN’T KNOWN A DAMN THING ABOUT THE WARHORSE.

SINCE FRANKLY, GUY, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO YOU FUCKIN’ ARE, THE WARHORSE DOESN’T TAKE THAT FROM ANY MAN, AND HE WON’T. LET ALONE WHEN HE HAS SOMETHING TO GAIN, THE WARHORSE HAS A TARGET, AND THE WARHORSE HAS A MOTIVE. THE WARHORSE IS SAYING THAT HE WOULD RULE SOMEONE’S ASS AND TURN THEM INTO GODDAMN DUST FOR FAR LESS.

Warhorse looks around at Paul hiding behind his big ol’ lap dog.

I MEAN, SURE, GO AHEAD, PUSH IT AS THAT. JUST ANOTHER CHALLENGE, ANOTHER DAY ON THE JOB, I’M SURE IT’LL BE GOOD FOR YOU, PAUL. ONLY WAY IS UP FOR YOU LOT, HUH? NO, NOT AT ALL, LET ME REMIND YOU THAT PEOPLE CAN FALL AS FAST AS THEY CAN RISE, AND BUD I’VE ONLY JUST STARTED, AND YOU SEEM TO BE SETTLED, SO WHO KNOWS? IF YOU ASK THE WARHORSE, THAT ONLY INDICATES TO HIM THAT YOU’RE COMPLACENT. BECAME COMPLACENT AND YOU CAN’T GO ANYWHERE NOW.

PAUL, YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT HIS PERSONAL ISSUES, HIS GODDAMN FEELINGS, LIKE THE WARHORSE GIVES ONE LITTLE GODDAMN DNA FRACTION OF A SHIT ABOUT IT. THE WARHORSE DOESN’T CARE, BECAUSE THE WARHORSE KNOWS THAT WITH THEM OUT OF THE WAY THE CASE IS THE SAME CASE, THE WARHORSE RULES BROCK LESNAR’S ASS. EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK. TWENTY FOUR HOURS OF THE DAY. HELL, PROBABLY TWENTY FIVE.

THE ONE THING THAT’S IMPORTANT TO THE WARHORSE IS GETTING THE JOB DONE. THE ONE THING THAT I’D THRIVE ON, BECAUSE I SEE THAT GOLD AROUND YOUR WAIST, IT’S LOOSE. IT’S SLIPPING. AND THE WARHORSE IS GONNA YANK IT OFF YOUR CHUNKY HIPS HIPPO.

Warhorse lowers his microphone.

[HeelBoi]

Orton comes out from behind the curtain and stares down the ramp at Dynamic Duo. He has a microphone already in his hand.

Randy Orton: Sami. What a pleasure it is to see you again. I'm just out here to explain something to everyone in the arena, as well as our opponents in this match. Due to unforeseen circumstances, I will now be replacing Matthew Riddle whilst he is out on the sidelines for god knows how long. After all, being smashed with a baseball bat by Unoriginal Era is going to obviously mean that I have to take his place. Bros.

Orton makes his way further down the ramp as Matanza now appears behind him.

Randy Orton: I know that you're probably thinking it's a good thing that Riddle has been put out but if you remember Sami, I had your number in our match on Revolution, pal. I'm not killing off any steam. I make the steam, baby. I'm the god damn fire bringer. Flash in the pan team, my ass. What the hell are you talking about? What about you two, huh? You wanna talk about flash in the pan? You two keep winning the titles through sheer coincidence. The only reason you hold those titles now is because Unimpressive Era didn't want them any more. Now, it's time for Monster High's reign to begin. We could give less of a shit about Yano and Ishii. They are the thing that's wrong with the UWF tag division and they know that themselves. Hence why they haven't dragged their butts out of their sweaty director seats.

Orton and Matanza enter the ring together. Orton snarls at Lynch and Zayn, Matanza stops dead in the ring and folds his arms.



Randy Orton: I think it's an absolute joke that the pair of you have the balls to come out here and act like you're so high and mighty. Monster High are going to knock you off of that pedestal. You may think you're Everest, but we're the Gangkhar Puensum. You're scaleable and you've been conquered whereas us? We're quite literally unclimbable. We can't be scaled, we can't be put into perspective. We are going be the owners of those beautiful belts, the rulers of this laughable division, and the winners of this match. A match that should really be a 1 on 1 but no. Riddle let me down against Yano and Ishii..

Matanza grabs Orton's mic

Matanza Cueto: MHMHM! Mhmmmmm! Mhmhmh hmmhmmm mhmhm hmhhhhmmhmh.

Randy Orton: Hey, I agree, man. I don't think they'll make it into the Hall of Fame either. Two years of unbridled dominance my ass, you've been less than impressive throughout your two years within the division. It's been laughable. I find it funny that you call the Dudleyz has beens yet you want to walk in their shoes. They're better than you are, too. But honestly, we're the best of the best when it comes to this division. Yano and Ishii, we've beat em. Dynamic Duo, you've beaten my boys before.. but one win is more than enough. The Viper wasn't by their side, The Highest Power wasn't there guiding them to victory but now? I'm here. I'm taking the place of the King of Bros but let's be honest, without discrediting my second in command.. I've got the experience to take this team to the top. I'm going to RKO each and every single one of you and take those belts. I'll have one around my waist and Matanza's will have to go around his shoulder because I don't even think the strap extenders would do anything for him. Sorry, Cueto. Either way, I have little to say about Yano and Ishii.. because frankly, they're irrelevant. This match is not a triple threat. It's Dynamic Duo vs Monster High. And I promise that by the end of the night, you'll be hearing.. 'AND NEWWWWWWW!' I can put my private jet on the line, RKBros. I don't want to topple your legacy, Dynamic Duo.. you're just in the way of us completing our destiny. Don't forget to stay down. It may cost you.

Orton drops the mic in a 'pipebomb' type way. Matanza backs into the corner alongside Orton, they are both staring holes through Dynamic Duo. Orton is sat atop the turnbuckle as he beckons for Yano and Ishii to make an appearance.

[Benito]

As the music's plays, Yano is his happy go lucky self while Ishii storms to the ring. Ishii gets into the ring and stares down both teams as Yano tries to make a buck or two before getting into the ring and grabbing the mic. 

Yano: Well gentleman, it is time. Everything is looking Yano and Ishii’s way. The second PPV of Yano and Ishii’s career here and we are already fighting for the Tag Titles. Man, got here quicker than we thought. We got here quicker than the plot of ‘Yano and Ishii Fly to Space’ but this time it will not be a virtual simulation. This is something we have had on our minds since we got here. Once we have those tag titles the sky's the limit. Bigger roles, hanging out with the best directors. red carpets, everything a movie star wants. So let's see who is in our way.  

Yano looks at the Dynamic Duo.  

Yano: First off you two. The team that we would be facing alone if it weren't for some shenanigans, but you have made a name for yourselves here. Multiple time tag team champions, maybe hall of famers, the list of accomplishments goes on and on. Oh and one more accomplishment, being the biggest jackasses that I have ever seen. Jeez I thought Matt was bad but it seems you two are taking the cake. You guys think that you are on cloud nine cause you’re champs. Remind me, how did you win those belts again? Oh yeah you climbed up a ladder and grabbed them. You didn’t pin anyone or make anyone tap out. You just did what I do every two weeks to fix a light bulb in my mansion in Japan. And what about those two teams you faced in that match? We faced them in two straight weeks, we beat them in two straight weeks. So don’t act like you're so special, but now that I think about it, stay up there. It will be more fun to knock you down and see you fall when we take the belts. 

Yano turns to Randy and Matanza. 

Yano: And then it’s you schmucks again. Wait, where is Matt? Oh that is right he was getting his ass kicked by those Undisputed Era losers and got a boo-boo. Well to be honest thank God he is not here so we can finally get our hands on you Randy. If it wasn’t for you we would be getting this shot and have it not be a triple threat. It was you who tried to interfere in the rematch where we had to fight just to get here, but to your dismay we did. Now we know what you are all about. Ishii still wants to get his arms around Matanza and throw him into a volcano. However when it comes to you grand daddy Randy, he hasn’t forgotten. He wants to put you between a rock and a hard place...literally. So I hope you enjoy the ride because your worst nightmare is about to come true. 

Yano goes to a turnbuckle. 

Yano: Now while I was hearing you guys in the back there was one thing I noticed. You two barely mentioned us, like we are some third wheel in this equation. If that is the way that you think about us then you should just give us those titles right now. Monster High over there knows what happens when you underestimate us. The Dudley’s know what happens when you underestimate us. Sweet ‘n Sour knows what happens when you underestimate us. We are the best thing going in this tag team division today and we are not letting this momentum up. I can already see the new DVD that will read ‘Yano and Ishii: Polish there UWF Tag Team Titles’  

Yano stays by the turnbuckle as Ishii still stares everyone down. 

[albo2]

Spike listens intently to Shibata's every word. Spike knows he has to make a choice.... a choice that Shibata is pushing hard for him to make. He looks at the unconscious man laying across the ring in another mans lap. He looks at the intent of Shibata's face and then he looks out into the crowd.... weighing up his options and looking for guidance on his decision. He leans back, looking towards Shibata through gritted teeth.



LITTLE DUDLEY DOG
SPIKE DUDLEY

You want me to beg for this man's health and well being? You want me to help him? If you had been listening to me Shibata and not caught up in your world of villains and heroes, you would have already had my answer and this man would be on his way to the hospital if you followed through with your word. Look at you Shibby, you threaten me with something and once I don't give the answer you want, you go on a speech about what you are going to do until I finally bend over backwards and go the direction you want me to go.

Spike chuckles to himself now, looking down towards the fallen man as he seems to drop his intensity a little.

I'm not going to save this man in this moment in time because that's what you want me to do. This mans health means something to me but I know you are using it as a way to weaken me. I have been in this situation before..... I'll warn you... Uncle Spike Dudley is going down the Yellow Brick Road of Memories again to a time when I was a legitimate opposing challenger so buckle up.

Spike unfolds his legs, before quickly folding them back up again just switching which legs were on top. He begins to rub his hands together and begins to talk.

The reason I am a legitimate threat to you is because I learnt from my mistakes the last time I was inside the Hell in a Cell. Before that match, I had everything taken away from me. I had my Stacy get wiped out and sent back to Dudleyville to recover..... something that you actually threatened to do before our clash at Backlash..... lo and behold, even Adam Cole did more damage to her then you did so once again..... your words meant nothing and you didn't back up what you said. The last time I walked into Hell in a Cell.... my matches were on the injured list and was sent packing back to Dudleyville. I was left with nothing. The fans were at this time in my corner but I could feel the confidence drowning out of them week by week.

The crowd are in silence, remembering the last time.... not so much the good times but the last time as Spike looks out into them.

These guys didn't believe in me either. You see, people can claim to end Spike Dudley all they like and they can have facts to back them up but no one will ever break Uncle Spike Dudley like Dolph Ziggler did. He broke me mentally Shibata. It took me 3 years to come back to a UWF where you were a man of your word and you fought with honor. I went away for 3 years trying to put myself back together. Humpty Dumpty had an easier job of putting himself back together then I did but I did it. Bones heal..... muscles heal....cuts heal.... everything you have threatened me with heals. I had a black eye after Backlash but that is gone as well. Nothing heals your mind..... I'm not the same man as I was back then and that's because Dolph Ziggler broke me. I see it happening with you..... Vinny has broken you. You are riding the wave of emotion right now but once that emotion runs out..... you will be broken and need fixing once again.

Spike wipes the smile off of his mouth as he gets deadly serious once again. He looks right through Shibata.... staring a hole in his head as he continues.

That is why I'm not afraid of anything you have in store for me. That is why I have been going out of my way to get my ass kicked. I could have stayed away from you.... I was in your rear view mirror but I cost you that Intercontinental Championship. I could have kept my mouth shut and congratulated Brock Lesnar for winning that Intercontinental Championship but I poked the beast... I could have let Dream fight his own battles and decide to stay out of it when I was backstage but I decided to help him because I knew it would piss you off and look at what it did. It clawed at you so much that you needed to get involved in my match. A match that I begged Suzuki to give me everything..... I pissed into the wind and it blew back into my face when I was left unconscious on the mat but I wasn't done there. I helped another innocent man after your match with Dream because I knew it would piss you off. I know you want to end me, I know you want to get rid of the annoying that is Uncle Spike Dudley and I know that for that to happen..... you see causing me physical pain will have the immediate effect but I've had my ass kicked every week since this match was announced and I've come back every time. I will heal from your beatings..... I will heal and I will always be flying around your head annoying you.

Spike has his fingers flying around his own head like a little fly. He stops the "fly" and stomps it to the ground. He now uncrosses his legs and gets on his knees in front of Shibata.

This is the position you want me in begging you for this mans life but I begged once before. I begged Johnny Morrison to let me help you. I begged and pleaded with him because I wanted you one on one at Backlash. Look where that got me. I got myself into a Triple Threat Winner Takes All Match. Some would say that is coming out on top but that isn't what I wanted. You played the hero there Shibby. All I wanted was an Intercontinental Title Match on the Undercard but you gave me a main event shot at two titles. You were the Hero then giving the crowd a main event that will always be remembered. I see why you did it though. You had a man to hide behind. You can spin the story any way you like it but Vinny interfered in our first match because of his problems with you and the reason it wasn't Shibata vs Spike Dudley one on one at Backlash was because you wanted John Morrison there. 2 times before you could have showed me that I was worthless and the easy option was taken. You need to realize that I'm a bigger threat then you are making me out to be. You need to realize that so far...... this is Shibata's story and you have been the man in control..... hell EC3 only gave me this match after you requested it. You have been in control but I can see now that this act with your friend there....... it's a way to gain control back because I have it currently.......

Spike leans forward, getting pretty close to Shibata.... probably being able to smell what he had for breakfast with a nice little breeze on his chin from their friend currently on Shibata's lap.

So you want my answer....... no I'm not going to beg for this man. I'm going to leave it in your capable hands because I'm not going to risk losing control. Sometimes you need to sacrifice a few for the greater good and that is what I am doing. If I can end your reign at Heatwave...... I know that your slippery slope will begin and I will save plenty more lives along the way. I will remember this man if you are finally going to follow through with your words..... I will make sure his sacrifice isn't for nothing and I will make sure that when he gets better...... he will see a better UWF with David once again overcoming Goliath. Godzilla will fall........all at the feet of a DUDLEY DOG!!!!

Spike lowers the mic..... looking deep into the eyes of Shibata once again.... a look of hatred filling his pupils. He inches away from Shibata, telling him to go ahead as the crowd aren't sure how to act with Spike not offering his help up. He waits to see what happens.

[albo2]

They laugh and clink bottles as it fades out. The titantron comes back on and there is Bubba Ray Dudley holding a beer up into the air, in the middle of a bar by the looks of it surrounded by fans. He looks into the camera and speaks.



THE FAT BASTARD OF DUDLEYVILLE
BUBBA RAY DUDLEY

Hey boys....... how about you tell all your friends and fans you are hanging out with to shut up hey!!! We are trying to have a party here.

D-Von now comes into shot.... the noise is loud but quieten downs for the two brothers to speak as it's D-Von's turn to speak now.



THE BLACK PANTHER OF DUDLEYVILLE
D-VON DUDLEY

Oh hey boys.... we didn't see you there.... or here for that matter. Where you boys at? It's not like you to be hiding away in a room by yourselves somewhere is it? Not when there are people to attack from behind and women to drop with a superkick? I mean look at all the people here with us that you could get a cheap shot in. How about this, we will close our eyes for a good minute and allow you to sneak attack as many people as you like here. Ready...Set....Go.

D-Von puts his hand up over his eyes, making it look like he isn't peeking..... however Bubba just keeps drinking his beer with his eyes wide open. He looks around the bar, giving people the thumbs up and just loving life at the moment. D-Von takes his hand away from his face and starts again.

Nope, I didn't think that would work but it was worth a try I guess. I'd imagine the reason it didn't work is because we are in a local bar.... rumor has it that a bar was the scene of the crime that got you guys suspended from the UWF.

My lord that was a great time in UWF history. Why is it that the greatest times in UWF are when the Undisputed Era are anywhere but the UWF? I don't think that is a coincidence.

Hey now Bubba, let's give those guys some credit. I believe The Undisputed Era have something serious going. Those guys are legit bad asses who know how to wrestle. They know how to handle themselves inside that ring. They may even overtake us as the Greatest Tag Team in UWF history....... The Dynamic Duo have caught us so why can't the Undisputed Era eventually get there? I would bet my 15th wrinkle in my forehead that these guys can beat any tag team in a wrestling match.... any tag team today in a wrestling match.

Are you sure you are willing to bet that 15 wrinkle in your forehead? It's already starting to look like a cheese grater as it is. You know how confused I get whenever I need to shredded cheese.

I'm confident Bubba.... I'm confident any tag team would lose to Undisputed Era in a Tag Team Match...... well apart from the Washed Up Bourbons of this company in the Dudley Boyz.

Can we not be the Bourbons please? That's way too....... not beer like for me. I only take the good stuff thanks bar keep. I'll take being the UWF's Budweiser instead.

Well the Washed Up Budweisers managed to beat you two on two didn't we? We beat you at your very own game and now you want to step into our kingdom. Look at where we are now? We are at the bar, drinking and chilling with our fans whilst you two are too busy sitting by yourselves, looking into each others eyes arguing over who is the better guy. I have the answer for you.... neither of you are any good. Neither of you are at our level.... you want an example.... you said it perfectly yourself. We won you those UWF Tag Team Titles......

Correction..... I won them those UWF Tag Team Titles.

Bubba won them for you and you bailed on them. We did the hard part for you and you couldn't even stick around to do the easier part which was show up. How do you repay us? Instead of a thank you or anything like that..... you attack us from behind after a hard fought victory. That's fine, we don't want a thank you from two scumbags like you but to attack us from behind? Really, you really want to do that after we put on a wrestling clinic?

That's right.... that's what we do. Put on tag team clinics and get rewarded for them.

Rewarded with a Un-Sanctioned Match against you so we can send you back to the brink of extinction. Look at what importance you have boys. You targeted us.... you started it with us but the guy that hated your guts the most... the guy that wanted revenge on you more then anyone has already moved on. No one cares about you because you are the ones that are squandering chance after chance. You got us at Heatwave because you demanded it. We didn't ask nicely... we just accepted the challenge from two guys that couldn't take their own medicine. You are the reason this match is happening at Heatwave so you have no one but yourselves to blame once we finish the job that UWF Management started.

This match finishes when we say so. All it is, is a glorified bar brawl. Something you are not ready for. Your superior wrestling skills won't help you..... my fat gut will. Your high flying ability won't help you.... my ability to drive your skinny asses through tables will. This match is Un-Sanctioned for a good reason. It's because I'm going to devour your UWF Careers and spit them out the other side..... actually I won't even give them that much respect.... I'm going to make sure to devour them and make it come out the other end. It would be only fitting that your careers stay the same. UWF Management couldn't get rid of you.... only temporarily but we can. Just remember us when we make you forget your own names.

I can't wait boys...... I can't wait.

D-Von grabs a beer and starts to skull it on camera. He smashes the beer bottle over Bubba's head as Bubba doesn't look effected at all. He lets out a scream and the Dudleyz continue to party on as the scene fades to black.

[crann]

Black Mountain's "Wilderness Heart" hits the sound system with that driving intro and the fans hit their feet. The cheering is so loud it borders on overwhelming as multicolored lights sweep over the stands before coalescing at the top of the ramp immediately before a blinding pyrotechnic pop announces the arrival of the Cosmic Crusader. As the smoke clears, Johnny Morrison steps into the open air, the resounding pop for the now-former UWF World's Champion bringing a smile to his face as he holds his fist high, his eyes hidden behind those dumb cross aviators, betraying no secrets.

After a few moments of holding his signature pose, Morrison descends the ramp, clapping palms with rabid fans, before rolling into the ring and brushing past Cole to climb a turnbuckle and hold his fist up once again, drawing another loud pop. Johnny climbs down from the corner at that point and collects a microphone, turning it on as he shrugs his fur jacket from his shoulders and hangs it on the top rope of the corner he just exited. After a few moments of pacing back and forth and sizing up his opposition, Johnny speaks.

JOHNNY MORRISON

For someone who had all kinds of time to sit around and do some thinking about the company he works for and the peers he has to compete against, you sure didn't learn a lot during your suspension, did you, Adam? You come out here with the same tired line I've heard again and again: I didn't earn my spot. I lucked into it. You can say that all you want, but all it proves is that you're jealous. Jealousy is the real reason you and your pals from the Undisputed Era ambushed me on Revolution, and it's the same reason you run down my reputation every time we come face to face. Because like it or not — and no matter how hard you try to argue otherwise, it's a fact — I did grasp that brass ring better than you ever could. I took the suicide dive in Aztec Warfare. I won the UWF World's Champion and I vanquished the menace that was the Great and Devious Ultramantis Black. The history book will always tell that story, the same as it's always going to tell of how my momentary setback against Shibata in the triple threat at Backlash was just that, and this little fight with you is just another diversion in the proud tradition of of the others that have stood between myself and my destiny to serve as the face of the UWF.

Morrison's tone is resolute. He removes his aviators now, staring Cole directly in the eyes.

Just like with Shibata, and Black, and Marseglia, and every other monster I've stood nose to nose with in this ring, I can look you straight in the eye and tell you I am not afraid, because I fear nothing. I am the Cosmic Crusader, the man whose existence transcends both time and space. I didn't get lucky in Aztec Warfare, that wasn't a fluke; I willed myself to greatness. And I can do that because I am a higher order of existence than anyone you've ever encountered before. That's just an objective truth, though I don't expect that your hubris would ever let you admit it to yourself. Which is why this upcoming contest between the two of us, the second meeting of Adam Cole and Johnny Morrison, isn't going to go the way you expect it to. Because no amount of bravado will make up for the wide gulf in talent between you and I. My holding the World's Championship while you sat on your ass at home on suspension wasn't just dumb luck, it was the natural order of things. Because though you have a win in hand over me, I will always — always — be the better man who earns the better opportunities.

That final sentence is spoken with a definitive venom. Morrison pulls back.

Ethan Carter and I are not friends. We don't like each other. But I can recognize in him the keen mind for business that he has always had, and he sees in me the blend of mass appeal, natural talent, and uncanny athleticism that only comes along once a century. If that. So when you wonder how I keep getting all of the opportunities, just remember that while you were doing whatever it was you were doing with your buddies in Mexico, I was busting my ass to make this company a better place for all serious athletes to come and compete. And while you sat on the sidelines waiting for your chance to spring back out of the shadows and strike out at the person you're so envious of that you're trying to hitch your wagon to his star, I was fighting a war with a man who is three times as dangerous as you will ever be. And also Shibata.

[Fauche]

While the cowards in Hathaway Enterprises make their way for the exit, the Diabetic Dragon calls after them.


KO'R: Hey wait up a sec!





KO'R: Not you Stokely Hathaway. You can go. I don't even care. But you two other guys. Jado and Gedo.


He indicates towards the import "talent".


KO'R: You keeping saying "WE ARE JADO AND GEDO" like that's supposed to mean something to me. But it doesn't. It just doesn't. Maybe you're the sneakiest little sneakers to ever sneak your way out of Japan. Maybe when it comes to cheating and stuff, I dunno, maybe might be able to keep up with us. I doubt it. But maybe. But we see you now. We know you. There's no underestimation here. I get exactly what you guys are and once you're run out of all your dirty tricks and we're still not down for the count, all that's gonna be left is me across the ring from one of you and I know I'm the tougher guy. Way tougher.

A couple hiccups over a few months and now everyone's forgot that I was personally trained in person by the World's Strongest Person in the Strong Dragons Dojo. Personally. One-on-one. They called me the jobber guy of the nWo. I sat on the shelf for six months, came back, won some tag titles and pinned Vinny Marseglia and Ultramantis Black in the same night. World Champions. Those ginger mofos holding the UWF World Tag Team Championships right now? I've beat them more than they beat me. And all that means, all that really cool, really impressive stuff, it just goes to show that on any given night, I'm maybe just your worst friggin nightmare.


Kyle stops for a second, walks over and puts a hand on his partner's shoulder.


KO'R: Larry? He was the best champion on Revolution ever. Facts are facts. He's real smart. Super clever. Total menace. Me? I'm a human Swiss Army Knife. Every part of me is a weapon. From the bones in my toes to my teeth. I can hurt you with all of it and I want to sooooooooooo effing bad.

You two have a reputation for being real pieces of hot garbage. Everyone who's ever even heard of you knows that you're world class tool bags. It's like... all you ever even talk about. But nobody, and guys, I mean nobody, thinks you're tough. You wanna threaten my Nana? You wanna be bullies? You wanna puff out your chest cause you've got one win on your record here? Shoot your shot, dudes. But I've got a whole dang month of angry built up and I just wanna unleash the rage. I'm gonna unleash it all over you. I'm gonna drench you in pure, white hot wrath. All over. It's gonna sting like the bee.

And there's nothing you can do. There's no shortcut, no rule to break, no one to hide behind. If I was an N64, and you were a Gameshark, you still couldn't cheat your way around the dia-beatdown coming your way. I'm inevitable like Agent Smith. You and the rest of those homophobe peanut gallery guys in the back can act like you forgot about Dre, but I entirely, one-hundred-percent promise that I'm gonna get my hands on you and show the whole wide world that there was never anything Jado and Gedo could do to stop themselves from getting pancaked by the runaway eighteen-wheeler that we call Sweet n' Sour Incorporated.


Sweeney chuckles and picks up where Kyle leaves off.


Sweeney: Ha! Couldn't have said it any better myself! You get all that, Hathaway? Or should I write it down for ya? I could use small words... ya know, bright colours, add some mazes and puzzles to keep your attention if it helps. Or you could just sit back and enjoy the show at Heatwave, cause brother, it's gonna be a clinic! A monumental demonstration! A veritable lecture on comeuppance and the nature of what-goes-around-comes around and more than that, a shot across the bow of this whole damn company. Sweet n' Sour are coming home, Mama! Like the Jews of Holy Scripture coming back to the promised land leaving a buncha drowned Egyptians in their rear view, this is just our first bloody stop en route to bigger and better things.

That's right, Hathaway. Bigger than you. Better than you. We always were. We always will be. And this... this... this funny little spell of confusion you've been getting high on, this dream... this delusion of grandeur is gonna fall apart faster than a house o'cards during a Tokyo earthquake. Ask your boys what I mean. They know. Like all the babes say these days, "time's up", bub. The clock's done with your fifteen minutes. We're coming back to another power hour for the boys in Sweet n' Sour! Ahahahaha!

KO'R: Now you can go.


While Larry howls with laughter, Kyle waves off their opponents.