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Post by albo2 on Aug 18, 2020 0:12:10 GMT -6
Black finishes speaking. Spike doesn't take much time in replying as he looks at Ultramantis Black with the blank expression still on his face.Spike Dudley: You are 100% right. There is no better way for me to show you what I am capable of then to have a little friendly competition in this ring but do you really want to see the full power of Spike Dudley?Spike questions Black, putting his arms out wide looking towards him.Spike: I don't even know what the full power of Spike Dudley looks like but I'm sure it's something to behold. Maybe you are right, maybe it is Team DDT that will unleash my full power. Maybe it is you that holds the key to unlock me or maybe it is Spike Dudley that holds the key for Team DDT. Maybe it is Spike Dudley that holds the key to see the true power of Ultramantis Black. Is that what it is? You seen my actions at Heatwave whilst you were busy recruiting others and Sanshiro thought I am the one that needs to take you to the next level. My free will is something I will always have but control over me is something you need. You need control over me to make you shine. Your mind games aren't as sharp as they once were are they? If this was the Ultramantis Black I first encountered on my way back to the UWF, I would have joined by now.Spike feels Stacy's touch on his back as he bows his head down to touch Stacy's hand.Stacy is a big believer in your work. If she had control over me, we would be by your side and quite possibly, we could have been in the Championship Scramble instead of having to have a match to see where I would stand. It's because you have lost your touch isn't it. The fact that I'm still ooming and arghing, that wasn't in your plans. I know full well that Sanshiro looks after the business side but you are the leader. He only makes the moves he thinks you want and you want me. Personally, I think you see me as your way back up to the top. You should already know what I'm capable of. I teamed with you and I'll tell you the truth, we won that match because of Bray Wyatt & because of your leadership but you seen me up close. You seen me up close all the way back at No Mercy. You pinned me whilst you were champ because I was over excited but you know that I beat myself. You know I knocked myself out because I wanted to make a statement by pinning the current champ... well guess what I learnt from my mistakes. I want to make a statement to my potential future Team DDT mates by knocking off the top dog. Please don't mistake this as me picking a side because I am still very much 50/50 on my decision but I am starting to understand. I am slowly but surely seeing things clearly.
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Post by rawisrey on Aug 18, 2020 5:40:27 GMT -6
T̶h̴e̷ ̶F̶i̴e̷n̶d̷: n̴i̸a̵g̶a̴ ̶r̵e̴h̶t̸e̶g̸o̷t̵ ̵y̶t̵p̸m̵u̴H̶ ̵t̴u̷p̴ ̸t̸'̷n̵d̶l̶u̷o̵c̴ ̷,̴n̷e̸m̶ ̶s̷'̵g̷n̴i̵k̸ ̴e̷h̷t̸ ̵l̷l̵a̵ ̵d̷n̷a̶ ̷s̸e̷s̷r̴o̶h̵ ̴s̶'̴g̵n̴i̸k̴ ̸e̸h̴t̸ ̶l̵l̵A̴ ̶.̵l̷l̶a̷f̶ ̵t̶a̸e̵r̶g̴ ̴a̷ ̴d̸a̶h̷ ̸y̶t̶p̵m̸u̷D̸ ̷y̷t̷p̷m̵u̷H̵ ̷,̸l̶l̸a̴w̸ ̵a̵ ̷n̵o̴ ̸t̴a̸s̴ ̸y̷t̴p̴m̵u̴D̶ ̸y̷t̸p̵m̴u̴H̴The Glitching clears up as Bray Wyatt sits on a rocking chair, rocking back and forth like a crazy man in a straight jacket, but before he goes too long like this he puts on his glasses and opens a book. As he begins to tell the story, it seems the Fiend Glitches subside for a while, being put to sleep like a child would. Bray Wyatt: Once upon a time, in an area code very distinct. There lived a Junior, whose future career was easy to predict. Mr. Mystery, from quite the young age, found Lucha Libre to be all the rage. He punched, he kicked, he leaped and flew...he was the greatest luchador anyone ever knew. The bell would ring, and no matter the opponent, Mr. Mystery would be crowned King...but now for his atonement. King Mystery was grand, a real SuperHero! but now his crown weighs, and it's all getting Clearer. The Price was steep, it was like no other, so his friend sent him to sleep, as he'd finish this summer. But the Kings fate was already set, I sadly inform, but no need to fret or time to mourn. Real or Evil, after all is said, both sides will end equal, as they both shared a Head.
TneF̷i̶EndOh Rey, it's great to finally Meet you. Cabrito always said you'd never resist to come out and play, but I'm so sorry to inform you of something you doooon't knooooow yet. But You'll find it out, not when the bell rings...or even when you first see Him. It will sink in when you first enter the arena, you'll feel the goosey pimples and energy of the arena. Only to notice that this feeling is different, because the instinct naturally inside you will be raising red flags and sending shivers down your spine and you won't understand why. Impending chills will surround your very Being...and only then...will you realize your mistake. Not of threatening me or any of my friends here in the Funhouse, that is a mistake that I'm ready to let you know first hand, mano y mano, that I forgive you for. I can be a real stinker, so I understand where you're coming from, and I will NEVER hold that against you my friend. Not of threatening my Funhouse, it is our safe haven and a place where we can have fun all the time and I'm sure anyone outside of it would be jealous. Mistakes, they can be Forgiven and Forgotten, but your Grave mistake...is openly challenging Him. We tried to talk to him, to convince him of how Great you were. But now, you challenge The Fiend to bring everything to you. Threatened...Him... You um, you don't...Know. Your ups and downs, they keep you afloat. You were willing to do Anything, and it garnered you success. And then you turned over a new way of life and hid that away, You're right Rey...I wanted to bring this side of you out, Oh So bad. I'm so happy, but..because of your success....of your triumph in whichever side you tiptoed the line on...You never knew Full Hurt. Injuries, loss, time off, it was all just vacations for you. But I...I held the whole world, in the palms of my hands Rey, I was It, and yet I became nothing but a joke. A Shell of what I could be, a Running punchline and forever the "What could have been". Year after year, Month after Month, back and forth, voices changed, it felt like even I didn't know who I was anymore. I'd show up and everyone would love ole Bray Wyatt, and I'd go away disappear without trace into abasement. The Voices in my head screaming at me why, WHY didn't you just stay a little longer, Hold out a little bit more...But then Rey...It all clicked. I stopped, covering my ears from ALL th-the Screaming and I Listened to them. And in my...in my most distressful depression, The Fiend...Put me back together, and I built the Firefly Funhouse. Where all my friends and I, could stay forever and have fun like we always did alone. United, we have Fixed the problem that was Bray Wyatt, and Rey...You and your other self are so divided and too Good for your own Good. That's why I wanted to break you down, so that you could be fixed...Like me...Unfortunately...The Fiends sick face covers the screen entirely, as a loud white noise like humming begins to ring before Brays voice finally breaks the cold silence. The Fiend has other plans for you, I may forgive you my Old Friend. But He...He never forgets, so I hope you know that I am Truly sorry Rey. I'm truly sorry you chose to threaten what he protects, chose to set your sights on him before you fully realized what he was. I was a big fan of yours, but at Summerslam I will no longer be able to play with you, I will however always remember how you were before you were changed forever. I'm sorry that you were too Proud to know when enough was enough, not only being a Glutton for punishment but Greedful for more of the power you felt when you changed after our first encounter. Envious of your past accomplishments, you unleashed your Wrath on your opponents all the while yelling for me, Lustful for the side of you that did anything it took...only to Lazily be put to sleep and allow it to take over instead of working together. I am sorry for all your sins...But above all else Rey, you uttered one sentence in an attempt to show off your bravery, and it is that sentence I am most sorry about. Because You and I, we could have been GREAT Friends...but you chose a different end...I'm so sorry you LET H̶̫̹̮͒͐̉̒͆ï̸̞̹̯̊̒̀͘m̴̖̖͒̈́̀̈́ IN
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Post by yoloisfox on Aug 18, 2020 14:40:01 GMT -6
Stokely rolls his eyes tag WARHORSE’s tirade and checks his non-existent watch. Once the Ass Ruler is finished Stokely taps his mic.
Stokely Hathaway:”Are you done? Good! Listen I’m not gonna try and dissect what you exactly were trying to say, because it’s not important. Your loud yelling isn’t gonna change the fact that you aren’t winning this match, you aren’t gonna rule ass, you aren’t doing shit, because HORSE the only way you’re gonna get the money is if you sell out like all your metal idols did! HAHA JUST LIKE OZZIE!”
Stokely laughs abit before turning to Braun and Simon.
Stokely Hathaway:”Now Simon I heard you say my client Orange Cassidy couldn’t win the TV title? Simon that was a long time ago AMCIENT HISTORY, if you will, but you wanna take shots?Then let’s shoot, your client Braun Strowman can’t seem to get himself a win without Ultramantis or Sanshiro Takagi carrying him to one, infact Simon despite his massive strength and the “Simon System” it seems your client here relies more on others than Orange Cassidy! Despite his laziness and his overall attitude, Orange Cassidy can turn it up when he needs to and everytime he turns it up he gets a win! You and everyone else wanna handwave him as a little charity case fine by me, because the longer you underestimate my client, the quicker he’ll win this match!”
Stokely Hathaway:”Sure Orange Cassidy may not know how to climb a ladder but he’ll learn. He’s a quick learner and more importantly he’s a generous man, you see Orange Cassidy is such a talented wrestler that for you 5 to even have a chance to win this he knew he needed to handicap himself! He’s making the match interesting! That’s what I call a company guy, and that company is Hathaway Enterprises!”
Hathaway smiles to himself while Trent gets on his mic and stomps over to Desperado.
Trent?:”HEY! SHUT UP! If Suzuki’s such a tough dude then where is he huh? Why does he constantly attack people from the back like a coward huh? WALTER,Chucky T, and everyone else he’s ever attacked. Face it Minoru Suzuki is a coward! Yeah, I said it! He’s a coward and maybe he’s gonna try and weasel his way to a win but not with OC in this match, if OC can’t win then he’s gonna make sure the Suzuki won’t either! So Despy continue to kick the dead, because after this match, Minoru Suzuki’s gonna be joining Chuck in the afterlife…. because Orange Cassidy’s gonna kill him…..for real.”
Orange Cassidy just grabs Trent’s mic.
Orange Cassidy:”With a gun.”
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Post by mrleedles on Aug 19, 2020 17:34:38 GMT -6
For a few moments silence hangs in the air, with Axel raising the microphone to break it. Curtis Axel: With a gun, huh? If you can actually use a gun, then feel free Cassidy. Honestly Stokely there is a good reason I underestimate you, it’s because you put the wrong client in. At least Trent actually looks like a wrestler, Cassidy here is some longer hair away from being fresh off the set of The Big Lebowski remake. There ya’ go Stokely, that is a hell of a lot better of an idea than whatever the hell that...emporium was that you tried to put as a bet for our poker night. I ended up giving it to Gallows and...well, I’m sure you being the owner of the chain heard about the drunken idiot who destroyed some of the stock in one of your stores.
Speaking of underestimating, Warhorse, you also seem to take premise to people underestimating you. Well, while I’m not going to try and speak for the others considering that three of them have people who do that for them, I personally have been underestimating you because I’ve seen what you are capable of in the ring. My first match in the UWF return was against you, I beat you, and I know that you aren’t my biggest threat in this match. You just aren’t good enough to be on my level, and that is how it will be for your entire career. You’re good...but never good enough.With that, Axel turns around to face Simon Dean. So Dean, you want to sit back there having wrestled all of one match in your UWF career and think you are a championship expert? You say that the Television Championship is something anybody could have won? Then why didn’t Braun Strowman ever challenge me for this title? If you’re so confident about it being something anyone could’ve won then you should have jumped on the opportunity to win this gold wrapped around my waist right? I’ll tell you why, and no it doesn’t have to do with Ultramantis or Sanshiro Takagi or this match, it is because Braun Strowman isn’t even good enough to share a ring with me. He may be all big and strong with half the brains that the rest of the men in this match have, but he lacks any actual skill when it comes to competing. Ask Brock Lesnar over there, you can try and brute force your way into victories but when you face someone as skilled with such a honed craft as I do, all that brute force does is delay the inevitable defeat you’ll suffer.Axel begins looking around, standing in the center of the ring. You all want to be acting like you’re tough with your hype men, your tag team partners, your little servants in the case of the so-called god. You run me down over and over again saying I am just some arrogant kid of a legend, saying I mean nothing just like this title but all that is are meaningless words. You want to prove that I am nothing? You have had weeks to step up to me, beat me in this ring, and prove it but what did you all do? You sat on your hands and kept speaking a bunch of nonsense.Axel turns to Heyman and, more specifically, Brock. Hell, big man over here is the only one who actually had the balls to try and step into the ring to prove it. Sure he failed, but point is he actually tried to take me down. He backed up his words and attempted to act like the conqueror, the Beast Incarnate. He failed, yes, but that is a hell of a lot more than any of you four other men did.Axel goes back to looking around at the nine other men in the ring. I don’t come out here and just talk the talk, I back it up! I beat Brock Lesnar, I beat Minoru Suzuki, I beat Warhorse and when we face off one on one I will beat Braun Strowman and Orange Cassidy! You may all be on your high horses trying to be above it all, hell some of you may be having your horses talk for you but the facts are that each and every time I step into the ring I am backing up each word I say. When I say I am going to kick your ass, I don’t just hang back and watch as other people fail to do it like the system malfunction over here, I get into the ring and I kick your ass! When I said I was going to become the Television Champion no matter what it took I ended my night by standing tall as your UWF Television Champion! Now tonight, with how many times I have stood here and told you all that I am going to be Mr. Money In The Bank, you best believe that isn’t some prediction like what happy Heyman makes, that is a spoiler!Axel begins to stand taller than before, keeping his head in the air with swelling pride. I am perfection personified and unlike what these five would want you to believe, perfection doesn’t just happen and stop. It is a constant, a continuous cycle of becoming the best you can ever be and it is what I was destined to be! Just like my dad was perfect, I am somebody who spends each moment of their life evolving beyond what most people would be capable of. While you morons spend your time lazily sitting back and watching time pass you by, I am constantly striving to be better than I was the previous moment, each second that ticks by sees me at an even better form than ever before. I am lightyears beyond what I as a person was just a week ago and I will continue to improve, enhance and evolve myself until there is nobody capable of stopping me from achieving my destiny of being at the pinnacle of the UWF!Axel takes a deep breath, taking his time looking towards each and every person in the ring, even stopping to look at the titantron. I don’t care if you are a Monster, a God, a Beast, a Ruler or a King. I am Curtis Axel, I am the perfect wrestler and I will NEVER lose to any of you as long as I am breathing, because even if you all team up on me in the match, no matter what you hit me with I will get back up, climb that ladder and claim that briefcase because I. AM. PERFECTION!With him finished, Axel lowers the microphone standing his ground in the center of the ring, waiting for someone to try and prove him wrong.
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Post by cliffwalk on Aug 19, 2020 19:11:14 GMT -6
Paul Heyman lifts up his microphone and begins to speak, but Brock Lesnar stops him. He grabs the microphone from him and points towards the back. Heyman tries to reason with Brock but he whispers something in his ear, pats him on the back and nods his head as Paul reluctantly exits the ring, all the while smirking as he walks up the ramp.BROCK LESNAR So let me set the record straight right here and right now, and I'll say it nice and slow so all of you punk ass bitches can understand it. I speak for myself when I good and damn well please. If I want Paul to speak for me, then that's what is going to happen. I think all of you wish that Paul Heyman was in your corner, because then maybe some of you would be something in this business. Maybe some of you would have some success instead of being glorified jobbers like you have been doing your whole careers. Paul Heyman's name will forever be in the history books as the manager of the meanest, most dominant force in the wrestling INDUSTRY, and that makes all of you absolutely sick with jealousy.
Brock Lesnar marches around the ring making eye contact with everyone before stopping at WARHORSE. Look at ya, yelling and screaming, flapping your gums and at the same time managing to say absolutely NOTHING. Do you like to talk to hear yourself talk? Because from where I'm sitting you haven't even made Stokley the least bit spooked let alone anyone else in the ring. I think you like to do things the hard way. You see the easy way would be to bow out, sit in the back and watch yours truly climb the ladder with ease, completely unharmed and grab the briefcase. Then you could go out and yell at some more people for awhile and maybe work your way back up to a title shot, to which then you can get your ass kicked by me one on one and have nobody to blame for your epic FAILURES except you. Instead though you are going in the reverse direction and doing things the hard way. The hard way WARHORSE...is the way I prefer, because it involves me butting a beating on you the like that you have never seen. In our few short encounters I can assure you that I haven't gone at you 100%, because well frankly, it wasn't needed. So tonight I will make sure that you feel the full Brock Lesnar experience, as I'm sure all the other men here will do the same, if not just to shut you the hell up. Brock Lesnar looks directly behind him and sees Stokely, Trent?, and Orange Cassidy just staring at him. Heh, well look at you guys, don't you make a cute throuple. I wonder who's the top, the bottom, and who gets the pleasure of being squished right in the middle. I agree to disagree with Paul, because I don't think you are the least bit funny. I think you three are a waste of space out here, hell you don't even deserve to be out here at all. The only reason they plucked you out of catering to be here is because WALTER is a chicken shit. So what did they do? Some shmuck went in the back, got spun around three times, and opened his eyes and the first person he saw suddenly earned a spot in this match. I'm sick and tired of kids coming into this ring and think they are owed the world because they get cheered, or because they think they are so fucking cool walking around with their hands in their pockets. I'm not even going to warn you, because that gives you time to think about it...no I'm just going to flat out tell you that I am going to steam roll over your ass Cassidy, and if your little bitch buddies get in my way I'll make sure you all get folded up into some origami masterpiece that you won't ever get out of.Brock gets right in the face of Braun Strowman.Big man on campus huh? You aren't all that big, and you certainly aren't all that bad. You know what I see? I see a walking giant with an overgrown pube bush on his face. I've faced bigger men than you and tossed them around like nothing. You know you remind me a whole lot of a little kids movie you know that? Monsters Inc. stars a big ass blue freak that lives to scare people, and it works for awhile until a small little girl comes along and turns him into a big ole softy. Well Braun aside from not being part of the Blue Man group, you are that big oaf, and if you didn't already guess, Simon Dean is Boo. When are you going to wake up and smell the roses huh? Do you not see that Simon Dean is the bane of your existence? The guy is a cancer to begin with, but you have accomplished a whole lot of shit since teaming up with him. Do yourself a favor and drop him like a bad habit and then maybe, just maybe you can grow back your balls and do something with yourself. Don't be like Suzuki, who is clearly afraid to come out here and deal with anyone on his own. I say since homeboy hasn't shown his ugly ass face that we put Depsy in the match instead. You come out here and you talk all this shit, I say you be the one to back it up. Don't let your mouth write checks that your ass cant cash bitch. Suzuki I'm gunna beat you until you can't even lift your head off the mat. I have had to deal with you around ever since I got here and enough is enough. I want you out of my hair for good and tonight that is exactly what I'm gunna do.
Brock Lesnar stands tow to toe with Curtis Axel. You have an awful lot to say don't ya? You know it seems to me like your ego is much bigger than you are. You come out here and put yourself up on this pedestal of perfection just like your ignorant father did. That's right I said it, your father was a joke. The saying does go the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but damn you must have stayed on that god damn branch. I mean you are just as arrogant, and you seem to think you are the best thing this company has to offer, and sadly you are mistaken. Let's set the record straight right here and now...you did OT defeat me, I let you win because I saw a little glimpse of talent in you, but you seem to have thrown all that away the moment you opened your mouth. I look at you and you just have the face of someone I would love to punch in the face. Like if we were walking down the street and I saw you give me some smart ass look? Well I'd probably drop you where you stood. Tonight is your day of reckoning, because tonight I am laser focused on you because you are probably the one person in here with enough drive to try and stop me. Don't get it twisted, there is still no way in hell you are making it up that ladder unless it's so I can F-5 you right down to hell, and then you can enjoy watching me win while on your back in pain.
I want everyone to take a good hard look at me. I don't care if you don't want to, do it anyways. I am the personification of what is right about this business. I am the posterchild for ruthless aggression. I don't hold back any punches, and I don't give a damn whose feelings I hurt. I am the one guy on this roster that even if you don't say it out loud, you fear getting in the ring with, and here you men are in the ring with me, with weapons. I don't know a fairy tale story that exists where this turns out differently for any of you. I don't need Paul to get the job done, as you can see from the gold I already have. I don't need to come from a family of wrestlers, or have a cute little gimmick. I am self made, what you see is what you get. I'm an asshole and I don't let anyone tell me what to do. I am what this place needs. I am the man without a conscience. I will go to those places that some men would rather stray away from. I'm the guy that if you don't keep an eye on, will sneak up behind you and obliterate you without even thinking twice. I am the beast incarnate, Brock Lesnar, so deal with it bitches. Brock throws his microphone into the crowd.
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Post by bodor on Aug 20, 2020 6:48:39 GMT -6
Despy keeps his eye on the mic as it goes flying into the crowd, it finally lands on the head of a fan wearing a WARHORSE shirt, knocking him out cold, Despy lets out a laugh and suddenly everyone's eyes are on him, thinking he was about to say something, he just shrugs and gives in to their demand
I was planning on letting every loser here say his final words before they all share a collective death at MITB but since you all clearly love to hear what I say and clamoring for me to say what I have in mind since the last few... contributions to this conversation have been trash, sure, I'm your obedient servant.
Despy starts doing his signature move, the Guitarra de la Muerta? the Numero Dos? no, pacing back and forth
As I'm sure you've all noticed, I'm walking around the ring a lot, in fact, I'm doing it right now, I probably do it every single time I go out here and the reason for that is quite tragic, I have a very rare, very fatal, incurable medical condition called Despiosis, every time I hear someone repeating something they themselves or someone else said, my legs start moving around and boy is this discussion we're having not good for me.
Every other sentence that's thrown here by a future victim is exactly the same, "oh Suzuki's a coward, Suzuki's old, Suzuki's delusional" with each future victim just styling it differently but they're all saying the same thing over and over again, and it's not even a good thing to say! when the morons here say that Suzuki's old and that he's scared of them they're admitting they all lost badly to an old coward and if that's the narrative they want to go with, go ahead, it won't change the fact that Suzuki destroyed all of you
Despy finally stops pacing
See! I said something fresh and true and my legs stopped! I never understood how this wretched disease worked, nature is just full of mysteries isn't it, like how anyone here can believe he can actually win, how can Braun think he can win this when Suzuki obliterated his leg? how can WARHORSE think he can win this when he got dominated by Suzuki for 99% of their match and needed Brock to save him? how can Brock think he can win this when he needed to take the easy route out and had the ref save him? how can Lemon Cassidy think he can win this when he's literally here by accident? and finally, how can Axel think he can win this when Suzuki already destroyed him? how weird is it that we're in the 21st century and there are questions like these that science still can't answer
Despy lowers the mic and poses like he's thinking, after a few moments, in one super quick and sudden movement he brings the mic back up
Maybe science can't but I can! they're denying, deflecting, being oblivious, these are wrestlers, well people who claim to be wrestlers, their entire career is based on them winning and they can't bring themselves to accept a possibility of a loss but when you're facing Minoru Suzuki that possibility is a guarantee, you're gonna lose, you're gonna lose badly, and you're gonna regret getting into the match in the first place.
Despy lowers the mic and eyes up everyone in the ring, after scanning everyone he raises the mic once again
Since I did what you wanted me to do and spoke I expect you'll do what I ask you to do now, once in you're in that ring and your whole body's injured, your legs just like mine are barely working, your arms feel like they weigh a ton and your lunch wants to get out of your body, remember what I said and admit, just to yourself no need to make a big deal out of it, I was right.
Despy lowers the mic and smirks, he then promptly gets out of the ring and walks to the back, when he's at the top of the ramp, he turns around, laughs and leaves.
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Post by George on Aug 20, 2020 14:17:28 GMT -6
Warhorse sighs in relief because that annoying piece of shit El Desperado is away, the guy’s a rat, but that’s an insult to ratkind. He looks up and around at the people he currently shares the ring with. He shakes his head in pure disappointment for all these people around here. WARHORSE: I’VE NEVER KNOWN SO MANY PEOPLE TO WALK AROUND TALKING SO MUCH WITHOUT SAYING A DAMN THING. WHAT THE GODDAMN HELL ARE HALF OF YOU ON ABOUT?! THE WARHORSE MAY NOT BE THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED, BUT GODDAMN THIS SHIT IS PRACTICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO UNDERSTAND, YOU MIGHT EVEN HAVE TO GET THE GODDAMN DUDES WHO BROKE ENIGMA TO TRY AND CRACK IT. YOU ALL COME OUT HERE SMUG AS A MOTHERFUCKER ON A FRIDAY NIGHT, FOR WHAT?! OOH BROCK LOOKS LIKE A TURTLE, I’M SURE HE CAN BE PROUD OF THAT SHIT, OOH CURTIS OVER HERE GOT ABANDONED BY HIS DAD WHEN HE SAID THAT HE WASN’T WORTH STAYING FOR, OOH SUZUKI NEVER BOTHERED TURNING UP, LIKE WHAT?!
WHAT IS THERE TO BE PROUD OF?! THE WARHORSE CAN STILL NOT SEE A GODDAMN THING. KEEP YOUR HEADS HIGH FOR LONGER THOUGH, SINCE YOU’RE GONNA NEED ALL THE HEIGHT YOU’VE GOT BECAUSE YOU AIN’T GETTING NEAR A LADDER WHEN THE WARHORSE CLIMBS UP AND RETRIEVES HIS BRIEFCASE. PALS I THINK YOU’VE ALL WACKED YOUR BIG OLD GODDAMN DOME ON THE WAY OUTTA BED BECAUSE I DON’T THINK ANY OF YOU ARE HERE WITH THE REST OF US. YOU’RE THERE IN THE CLOUDS HIGH AS A KITE THINKING YOU CAN EVEN MAKE A DENT ON THE HISTORY BOOKS. PALS, UNFORTUNATE TO TELL YOU THIS, BUT YOU SURE AIN’T GODDAMN METAL ENOUGH.
SINCE ALL OF YOU SOFT ASS, SHAVED THIGH WANNABES WANNA RUN DOWN EACH OTHER LIKE A LIST OF GODDAMN EXES, THE WARHORSE WILL OBLIGE. I’M SURE EVERYONE HERE WILL AGREE THAT BUSKER IN A MASK IS A PAIN IN THE ASS, AND NOBODY NEEDS THAT TYPE OF HASSLE. NOT EVEN IN A PHYSICAL SENSE, THE GUY SPEAKING GIVES THE WARHORSE A HEADACHE AND HE BLASTS METAL THROUGH HIS EARS WHILE SLEEPING AT FULL GODDAMN VOLUME. AT LEAST HE LEAVES THAT MUCH OF AN IMPACT ON THE WARHORSE, WHILE I SEE ALL YOU GOOFS LOOKING AT THE WARHORSE LIKE HE JUST STOLE YOUR GODDAMN WALLET.Warhorse walks forward to get a grander perspective of everybody inside of the ring and how much they’re being complete and utter bitches. I MEAN SHIT, BORK LEARNED HOW TO SPEAK WORDS, SHOULD WE GIVE HIM A GODDAMN GOLDEN STAR OR SOMETHING? I BET THAT’D BOOST HIS EGO, WITH HIS LITTLE FAT MANAGER RUBBING HIS BACK, I BET IT’D GO DOWN SWIMMINGLY. WHAT’D IT BE TO YOU THOUGH, GUY? JUST ANOTHER THING TO BRAG ABOUT LIKE IT’S NOT HANDED TO YOU ON A SILVER PLATTER? SURE, YOU’VE GONE OUT AND YOU’VE HELD THE LEG FOR THE ONE-TWO-THREE BUT I SEE NOTHING MORE THAN A MANUFACTURED MAN, WITH NOT A DAMN SHRED OF ORIGINALITY OR HELL, HOW DO I PUT THIS, NOT BEING A COMPLETE WHITE TRASH PIECE OF SHIT?
I’M SURE CURTIS WOULD KNOW ALL ABOUT THAT THOUGH, BECAUSE HIS DADDY, AND HIS PROFESSION, HOW WE ALL DON’T GIVE A GODDAMN SHIT. WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTA BE PROUD OF? HELL, AT LEAST BROCK’S HOLDING THE SECOND MOST PRESTIGIOUS BELT THE UWF HAS TO OFFER. ALL THE BRAGGING LIKE YOU’RE SOME HOMEGROWN STAR, WHEN I SEE NOTHING MORE THAN A HOMEBRED EGOMANIAC. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER GUY, YOU’RE LOOKING AT THE FUTURE SUPREME ASS RULER OF THE UWF, THE WARHORSE.
AT LEAST BIG OLD SIMON AND HIS PET BRAUN OVER HERE ARE SHOWING THE WARHORSE SOME RESPECT WHEN THEY DON’T HAVE ROOM TO SPEAK. YAPPING ABOUT HOW YOU’RE PURE AND SHIT, WELL PAL, KEEP YOUR INCEST TALK TO YOURSELF, RIGHT? IT’S FRANKLY GODDAMN SKANKY AND YOU SHOULD GO SEE A PROFESSIONAL ABOUT YOUR MENTAL STATE. YET YOU CLAIM THAT THE WARHORSE SHOULD BE COUNTED OUT, YOU CLAIM THAT THE WARHORSE IS NOT A THREAT ON YOUR GODDAMN BACK. A COMPLETE SIGN OF SOMEONE NOT KNOWING THEIR GODDAMN PLACE. DO THE WARHORSE A FAVOUR AND STAY DOWN WHEN HE STOMPS YOU IN THE BACK, SINCE IF YOU DON’T YOU’RE GONNA GET A WHOLE LUMP OF LADDER IN YOUR PERFECT FACE, IT’LL BE SO BAD THAT THEY’LL BAN YOU OFF TINDER FOR CATFISHING.
WHICH FRANKLY THEY SHOULD DO ANYWAY SINCE YOU’VE GOT A DOGSHIT PERSONALITY. BUT I DON’T CARE, I HAVE NEVER CARED ABOUT A GODDAMN MAN IN THIS MATCH, AND I DON’T KNOW WHY THE HELL YOU ALL THINK THIS IS SOME DEEP SPIRITUAL, PERSONAL EXPERIENCE FOR THE WARHORSE. THIS IS A FIGHT FOR SOME GOLD THAT THE WARHORSE WANTS, AND ALL OF YOU ARE JUST IN MY GODDAMN WAY. STOP BEING SUCH A BITCH AND GET.
Warhorse lowers his microphone standing his ground.
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Post by Jimmy Uso on Aug 23, 2020 22:37:55 GMT -6
[Truth of Reigns burst open when The Big Dog comes out from behind the curtains and lifts up his fist and pound it to the ground with Fireworks goes out and he walks himself straight down towards the ring and looks at Cedric Alexander inside while talking to the UWF Universe]
The Big Dog|Roman Reigns: I came out here to apologize to you and Rowan. for what I did this past week in our eight man tag on Revolution.
(Fans Cheers for Reigns)
The Big Dog|Roman Reigns: after that brutality attacked for what I did was uncalled for which is why I would like to make it up to the both of you after our triple threat match at Summer Slam on UWF network.
Chants He deserves it He deserves it He deserves it He deserves it!
The Big Dog|Roman Reigns: actually he didn't deserve it cause it was wrong to hit and run like that when we had ourselves eight man tag on Revolution then I would like to make you an offer to shake my hand for me spearing you into this middle ring on Revolution.
{Roman reaches out his hand towards Alexander for his apologize)
UWF Universe Shake his Hand Shake his Hand Shake his Hand Shake his Hand!
The Big Dog|Roman Reigns: you know what Cedric. these people wants us to Shake hands but you refuse to not to make an offer after I just told those people that I was sorry for spearing you and Eric Rowan during our eight man tag team match on Revolution.
The Big Dog|Roman Reigns: and if you want these hands then you better bring everything you have got in that includes you two Rowan. cause you both make me sick for turning your backs against me when I was trying to do you two fools a favor and call it a truce in that is I will be the last one standing when I beat you two idiots in our triple threat match at Summer Slam on UWF network.
The Big Dog|Roman Reigns: Believe The Hounds of Justice.
{Reigns lower his Mic down and looks straight into Cedric's eyes with a stare down in the ring}
[Camera fades when Roman leans over in the corner and wait for Eric Rowan to make an appearance before the triple threat on Sunday]
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