UWF Slammiversary Card

[Dres]

The lights in the arena dim as the stage is shrouded in a dark blue smoke, the lights turning the same hue as a familiar theme begins to play.



After several seconds of instrumental, the vocals of rapper NF are heard as the titantron screen lights up with one word:

PHENOMENAL

It’s at this moment the man himself comes out, hunched over in his steps as he straightens up, throwing his arms up and outward as he pulls down his hood quickly from the top of his head. Pyro fires from the stage as he makes his way to the ring, that unmistakable confident smile on his face and the Intercontinental Championship around his waist. Upon entering the ring, AJ raises his arms above his head and crosses his hands so that the halves on his gloved palms meet to complete his symbol. As he lowers them, he shoots the same confident smile to the ramp as he then gets a microphone from the ringside official.



”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Well, I suppose there’s a big party going on right now amongst the Jerichoholics, isn’t there? He does still call you that, right? The guy tends to switch from gimmick to gimmick. But whatever it is that he calls you, his wrestling and music fans, I know there’s a big freakin’ celebration going on and I know that because it’s textbook, word for word, cover to cover exactly what marks like Chris’ fan base do! Not to mention the dung eating grins I can see on all of your stupid faces!

AJ loses his cool for a moment but regroups.

Let’s zero in on that for a moment, because being stupid, maybe you don’t know why I think you’re celebrating, either because you aren’t or because you are but don’t know the reason and are simply doing what the sheeple around you are doing. Well, see, I told Chris that if he wanted a shot at this Intercontinental Championship, he’d have to earn it. So now, having earned nothing but getting a match anyway, now you get to watch ol’ AJ sit down to eat a big fat slice of humble pie with his words baked into the crust. Just in time for Thanksgiving, right?

But not only that, but because he beat me once, surely he’s going to beat me again, right? Well let me tell you a few things. For one, I’m not eating my words. I don’t like that I told him to earn it and all he’s done since is beat Hornswoggle but hey, I have pull but don’t call all the shots around here, you can be mad or be Phenomenal, guess which one I’m picking? Besides, getting to the second thing I wanted to share, I still have an opportunity to back those words up.

AJ points to his title.

Because to get this Intercontinental Championship, he’s going to have to earn it. And earning it means fighting like hell. Earning it means bringing every ounce of everything he’s got and all but killing me off with it. Earning it means tapping into the best version of himself. Can he do that? For those of you that think this is a foregone conclusion, the answer is yes. If you ask me though, the answer is no. See that first time, the night he beat me, I underestimated him. I underestimated him going into it and I underestimated him all the way through, and I lost because of it.

I’m a man that can admit when he’s wrong, I’m just not wrong or with flaw often. But not only that, I learn from my mistakes and I use failure as fuel. So when you take me not underestimating him, using the loss as motivation, put this at Slammiversary where I’ll be on a big stage, put the Intercontinental Championship at stake, and take into account that I’m Phenomenal as a default state and you’ve got five things you can ball into a fist and crack Chris Jericho right in the mouth with!

The fans boo but this doesn’t deter AJ.

Because Chris isn’t learning from his mistake. No, he’s still underestimating me. One reason I hit him with that low blow was to teach him I shouldn’t be underestimated but he’s tuning that lesson out like a daydreaming school kid. Well whether you take that lesson to heart and study up or you keep resting on your thirty years worth of laurels, the test is coming up and you’re going to fail. I’m taking that staff you shepherd with, breaking it over my knee, and shoving it up your ass.

I tried to tell you that it didn’t have to be this way. You could’ve helped me with my crusade to make the UWF better but instead, instead you’re going the way of the fool. And it’s a shame, because before I saw who you really are and what you’re really like, I looked up to you and admired your career. But I did what they said you should never do, I met one of my heroes. But that’s okay, because I’ll always have one hero that will never let me down: AJ Styles.

AJ flashes that cocky smile of his.

That’s right, me! And it goes back to what I said earlier about turning failure into fuel, that even when I suffer a setback and feel disappointed, I can still look at myself in the mirror and be proud of who and what I see. The question is, after Slammiversary is over and you’ve suffered the setback of defeat and you’re feeling disappointed, will you be able to be proud of what you see? Maybe you will, maybe you’ll pull yourself up by the boot straps and go challenge for a championship more your speed like the Television Championship or one of the pretend ones that Sweeney or Suzuki carry around and feign legitimacy with.

And at the same time, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll step back into retirement and go back to recording your snoozefest podcasts and lackluster songs. Either way, the world is going to know what I’ve known all along, and that’s that Chris Jericho isn’t on AJ Styles’ level.

AJ lowers his microphone.

[cliffwalk]

Fozzy's hit single "Judas" bumps the speakers of the arena, as tonight's challenger appears from the backstage area. He strolls ever so nonchalantly towards the ring, smiling and handing out Fozzy Cd's to some fans before sliding into the ring, and stands tow to toe with AJ for a moment before clapping at him, as a ring crew member hands him a microphone.

CHRIS JERICHO

OHH YEAHH ITS SLAMMIVERSARY BABAY! Tonight is going to be a night of epic proportions and it most definitely could not be possible without all of you Jerichoholics. Yes AJ I do still call them that, and do you wanna know why? Because I'm Chris frigin Jericho. You wanna know why at any given moment I can pull an old gimmick out of the closet? Because once again I'm Chris frigin Jericho, and you know what? These people LOVE IT. I could have started years ago smacking a referee's bottom every night and you know what? People would eat that up because if I haven't mentioned it before, I'm Chris frigin Jericho!

You know AJ I hope my fans are partying right now. I hope they pre gamed, mid game, post game, video game, game on! You see this little rivalry we have here has blossomed into just so much more than it probably was ever supposed to be. When I got here you were riding on this enormous high from beating Brock Lesnar for the Intercontinental Title, that you let your ego overinflate your head just a bit. Somewhere in that head of yours you thought you could just get rid of little ole Christopher Jericho, but that didn't happen did it? Now you stand here at Slammiversary, watching my friends patry and celebrate what they know is going to be the outcome of tonight. They know that I'm walking out of here as Le Champion, and that just angers the hell out of ya doesn't it?

I love how you see fit to determine who does and does not deserve a shot at you. I mean really you and I have been going steady for the better part of a month. I mean you follow me around to ever show and try to get as close to me as possible. That low blow you gave me the other night? Clearly that was a way to get the ultimate closest to me. Yeahh I think you were hoping for a glance at the Jeripole eh? You want to talk about humble pie, and at the same time you are trying to have yourself a glazed stick!  I mean you are literally trying to interject yourself into every part of my life, trying to find the weak link in my game, trying to find that one weakness to exploit. You have even gone so far as to wrestle other places for more practice. I mean I don't know how you shrunk yourself into a midget, but I certainly thought I saw you the other day fighting in some low level farm squad like promotion. I have earned this match AJ, and you brought it all upon yourself. Your actions as of late have had equal and fair reactions, hence the showdown here tonight.

The crowd briefly chants for Jericho before he continues.

Tonight AJ this will not be some run of the mill match. You and I have been doing this way to long, and we are way to good at the craft. Tonight will be an absolute war. Toes will be stubbed, fingers will poke eyeballs, blood will be shed, wet willies will be given. Chris Jericho does his homework. I have been sitting down, watching some of your matches, and I have been game planning to what I see. The only flaw I have made when it comes to you as of yet is underestimating how much of a jackass you really are. You still don't see it do you? This place doesn't need saving. This place ran fine before you or I got here, and even if it did need fixing you aren't mister fix it, and if you wanted to clean up some of the shit around here you are certainly not the cleaner. I believe another handsome fella has that moniker. AJ...do you know what happens to people that try to make other people's nicknames their own? DO YOU KNOW?! DO YOU?! THEY MAKE THE LEXICON! You see that AJ, yet another gimmick brought to yours truly. You know what I'm gunna do after this? I'm going to go to EC3 and design a Lexicon to be sold exclusively on UWFshopzone.com

AJ I have been doing this for 30 years. Are you really that naïve that you would think even for a second that I underestimate you or your talents? Do you think I would have made it this long in this business if I took my opponents for granted? I know you have some school yard bullshit tricks up your sleeve, and I welcome them. I tell you what...let me predict the future for you. Tonight is going to be your last night as the Intercontinental Champion. I'm going to kick your ass from pillar to post, and make you my bitch. I'm going to take your title, grab some of these here female fans, grab a bottle of the bubbly, and have myself a PHENOMINAL time. Then tomorrow I'll wake up, have some breakfast and a Mimosa, record the absolute best podcast going right now, and then go record yet ANOTHER hit single with my boys. Rest assured junior, I am not retiring any time soon, nor do I think you are either. I know full well that you will be chasing me for your rematch after you throw your tantrum when you lose. When that time comes, the pressure will indeed be on. Your career will be null and void if you can't avenge the loss tonight pal. I feel like that will be your breaking point...you know, coming into a company that you think needs saving, taking a title away from a part time meat head, and then losing in your very first title defense against someone you took for granted. Someone you overlooked because your ego allowed you to.

[Dres]

AJ raises his microphone to respond.



” The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: You can’t push me to the breaking point, Chris, because there isn’t one when it comes to me. Because reaching a breaking point means you lose control of the situation, you take your hands off the steering wheel and veer off course. You can piss me off, sure, and can get me to the point where I’ve had enough of your crap but you aren’t getting a broken AJ out of this. Like I said, I’ve got my head on straighter because I learned the hard way what happens when I don’t take you seriously. I headed into our last bout thinking you couldn’t keep up with me, that victory for me was as certain as the sky being blue. But you proved that you’ve still got something left in the tank and you beat me, but since we’re out here repeating things allow me to remind you once again that you aren’t going to get that lucky twice.

That’s right, I chalked it up to luck. You’re lucky that I went into that encounter not taking you the way I should have, because if I had been I would’ve beaten you as badly as I’m about to beat you at Slammiversary and there’d be no Chris Jericho title shot to talk about right now. You’re good, I’ll give you that, but you’re no AJ Styles. And that’s not overlooking you, that’s not taking you for granted, that’s not underestimating you: it’s cold hard facts. And you can call it confidence, arrogance, egomania, possession of a chip on my shoulder, it doesn’t matter because your opinion isn’t going to change anything about me, in fact the more upset I know it makes you the more I’m going to be bragadocious and speak highly of myself.

AJ smiles.

It’s like I touched on before, I know who the man is the mirror is and I know what he brings to the table. I know my freakin’ worth and I’m not going to apologize for it, but what I will do is beat some respect into you. What is it, Chris? Is it because you’ve been in the business longer that has you thinking you don’t have to show me respect? Is it because you have that win over me that you think you don’t have to show me respect? Because the more you stand there and crack your jokes and make light of this entire situation, the more you might as well be slapping me across the face because it’d be just as disrespectful.

But I’m being naive, right? I’m being paranoid and making the entire thing up that you’re overlooking my ability and the threat I am. You want to call it naivety but it’s really me calling a spade a spade and you’re trying to reshuffle the deck before anyone else sees. If you weren’t overlooking me, and your head was where it was supposed to be focused, you wouldn’t find a single thing about this to laugh about. This is war, Chris. We aren’t having a Street Fight like Dangerous Tekkers and D&G, we aren’t stepping inside Hell In A Cell like Dynamic Duo and Sweet ‘n Sour, but this is still war. And war isn’t something to chuckle about, it’s hell, especially when your enemy is someone that wants to take you out as badly as I do, has as many ways to do it as I do, and is as good at it as I am.

AJ looks seriously at Jericho for a moment.

How can I call myself skilled at something I haven’t accomplished yet though? That confidence. That belief in myself. The feeling and knowledge that this is a foregone conclusion. Because this is the most important match I’ve had since coming back, and it’s not just important to me, it’s important to you, and not just because you and your mark fans believe it’s a way to shut me up. Do you really think they’ve forgotten who you were the last time you were in the company? Do you really think I’ve forgotten?

You were this self-doubting sad sap that was losing everything you could possibly take from a man: family, money, fame, his band, it was all gone and you were in shambles because of it. But why bring that up now? You’ve got a cheery disposition now, all of that is behind you, right? Well I bring it up because I want to get inside your head. I want to put the fear and reality into you that you could go right back to being that pitiful excuse for a human being, and if I’m the reason for it, well that’s just icing on the cake really.

AJ smiles again.

So you might not retire when this is all said and done. Sure I’d like you to but at the same time, why put you on the shelf and deny myself the satisfaction of watching your suffering when you see me in catering or the backstage hallways or wherever, smile on my face and frown on yours as it washes over you time and time again with each instance that, “I couldn’t beat him”? So really, there’s a few ways that this could play out but unfortunately for you, more of those ways see me winning.

[Roach]

The booming sounds of Shibata hit the arena to a mixed reaction. Ironically, Shibata might be the most cheered man in this match... but the enthusiasm for another Shibata reign is not exactly palpable. Shibata arrives through the curtains with two conflicting goals to carry out here today... to pay his debts and preserve his legacy as the greatest monster to stand foot in the UWF.

He confidently and slowly makes his way down the ramp with his eyes on nothing but the ring... and when he gets there he bows before the ring, signifying the change Shibata has gone through in the last couple months. He proceeds to stoicly walk up the steel steps, maneuever through the ropes, and grab a mic before standing confident in the middle of the ring, staring down the entry way.




Shibata: I need to come to terms with something. I need to come to terms with the fact that Bray Wyatt is every bit as dangerous as I was told he is. I shrugged the thought of a monster as vicious and destructive as I once was off. I thought such a thing was impossible. Nobody would ever take the spot of the the king of of the monsters I told myself. I slouched. I dedicated my time to readying my dojo for reopening. I looked away from what was coming toward me for too long, assuring myself that I was still unstoppable to every single person in the company. I scoffed at the idea that the months long reign of terror I had over this company might not even be the most terrifying of its year.



A very serious look is placed upon the face of Shibata



Shibata: No more. This it the greatest threat I’ve faced since Vinny Marseglia. I was warned by those close to me that this would be the case but I didn’t listen closely enough. Luckily I was given a wake up call. I lost to Bray Wyatt... in dominating fashion. I can almost admire it. The feeling of destruction in the ring gives me that jolt of energy I need... it feeds me with excitement, even if I’m not on the correct end. I know I’m in an environment I’m familiar with, an environment that has driven me on this vicious cycle. An environment perfect for a battle of true monsters, Katsuyori Shibata... and Bray Wyatt. Not you... Minoru Suzuki.


It seems as if an annoyance wonders into the mind of Shibata and soon he addresses it



Shibata: There is a reason I chose Bray Wyatt over you. He is the true threat. He is a man that cannot hold the UWF Championship because it spells doom for all that reside under the UWF flag. You?... you are just an old placekeeper. Your purpose is to have entertaining matches and be a decently respectable champion until those better than you come back for what you stole from them. I proved I was better than you over a year ago. Dealing with you is now a chore, not a challenge.  You are no threat to the UWF and you certainly were never a threat to my legacy and never will be. You are old and have a low ceiling. Sure, you are violent... but your violence is pointless. Your random attacks on men like me have no meaning or purpose. They are just calls for attention in the form of violence. You are finally the champion yet you still are not the talk of the company. That is because everyone knows the two men that will be standing across from you are on a higher level. You were sent into this match with the purpose of taking the championship off you, so the UWF can continue under a more grander being. I truly do hope you enjoyed your time “on top”, you deserve it for being consistent for so many years. But that’s all this reign will be remembered as. A vanity reign. Something that happens and then you forget about it because it is preceded and succeeded by better things. Thank you for keeping my spot warm while I have been gone, but now it is time to move over.

Shibata's mind lingers off the annoyance and instead onto the thing he came here to stop.

Shibata: Now... the threat of Bray Wyatt cannot and never should be understated, he is a physical monstrosity... but Bray Wyatt is no messiah. The words that came out of him and his... "puppets" mouths are overstated. Bray Wyatt is no genius, he is just a dejected crazed man angry at the world, thinking he has all the answers. The only thing that makes Bray Wyatt dangerous to the mind are those close to you, and I do not have many people close to me. Bray Wyatt has no leverage on me, which is why he resorts to name dropping rivals of mine from over a year ago. Men like Samoa Joe, that were much more talented in the art of breaking down the mind than you ever were. Calling back to Samoa Joe, who never pinned or submitted be anyways does not have any effect on me. I outlasted him, I outgrew him and now he is of no relevancy. It only goes to show how you cannot treat me like your old foes. You know the mind tactics used against men like Rey Mysterio do not work on me. I am a hardened cold man. I do not care about your ambiguous metaphors or your ominous threats. They do not reside in my mind and I do not lose sleep over them. I am better than that. You are better than that. Our battle does not need mind games, we are far far above falling victim to that. 

Shibata trails off onto another subject on the topic of mind games.

Shibata: Now unfortunately, this is not just our battle. There is a man standing across from us that is not above mind games. He is far more vulnerable, on the body and on the mind... and that has shown lately with the loss of his friend. I never knew Suzuki could have such strong feelings for someone. I could sense them when he attacked me. With every skin-piercing elbow you delivered to my skull it became more and more clear you could not control yourself. You are mad. More mad than you usually are, and that is because you have been driven mad by Bray Wyatt. I could feel your anguish as you busted my head open. You are unsettled. And... I know what everyone is thinking. Was I not like that? And to be fair, I was. I was exactly like that. I harnessed my madness though. I weaponized it. I became familiar with it and I soaked in it. Minoru Suzuki.. he is just begining to grasp the concept of being driven insane by someone as Bray Wyatt slowly begins to take control over your thoughts, your feelings. You can't harness it. It harnesses you. It is a vulnerability and it truly does sadden me that I am going to have to face off with a broken Minoru Suzuki, making you even further down a level from the true monsters in this match. 

Shibata's face almost forms into a grin as he continues

Shibata: And to the other true monster in this match, I must thank you. Minoru Suzuki was never supposed to be a part of our story anyway. You have weakened him to the core, and I can finish that off... then we can start the real battle.

As if on cue, as soon as Shibata finishes out comes...

[rawisrey]

The Familiar tune plays throughout the arena as the lights go dark, but as the music plays for a little bit, nothing seems to happen. The titantron lights up with the image of the Firefly Funhouse as the music becomes distorted and glitches out, and suddenly a certain dog appears on screen.

Damien The Dog: Allow me to beg your indulgence for one moment, I am here to help all of you. Mr. Shibata is a stoic individual, once whose strong sensibilities appeal to my nature...However... The gentleman doth protest too much. Many ignorant people believe that quote to mean that the person in question is objecting or denying overtly, what they fail to realize is that in this context and time period that "to protest" meant to declare solemnly. So this is stating that you are trying too hard to convince the audience, that your words are too insistent to be believed. And it appears Mr. Shibita has found himself folly of this very thing, for he states-

The titantron is filled with static and the image of the dog scatters and shifts in parts to one of an elephant.

Tusker Joe: That he aint effected by me, he DARED to lack respect when he spoke my name while showing his hand. That...That is what makes you weak, Katsuyori, you dare to belittle the game played on your mind when it was already proven to work. Because deep DEEP down inside of you, you know that your first taste of not being good enough for this business came at my hands. It eats away at you, it nags at you in the back of your rattled mind, and the thought that the little monster that controls your fear aint all the way gone...it shook you. It shook you enough to sink your boat faster than even you thought possible. You aint Special, in fact you aint even worth my-

The screen again is overtaken by white noise, under the loud scratching of the video feed you can hear "Time" echoing in hushed tones, at one point Breezy the Peacock comes in focus.

Breezy the Peacock: Ti-ti-time just look at you your no-no no

The glitching doesn't seem to end before the feed clears up finally



Bray Wyatt: Tiiiii-iiii-iiiime Is On...My...Side. But for ya'll man, naaah Time is ya'lls worst enemy. I've been around for centuries, I roam this earth and play with you puppets till I feel like watching it burn down all over again. I pull all your strings like you're in suspension, and watch yall dance like fools till the joins fall apart and it's time to find another. Katsuyori Shibata believes himself to have gone through hardships, Minoru Suzuki believes himself to be put down and in need to prove himself. These men cannot see the forest for it's trees, I am that Forest. Suzuki doesn't get a Big enough pic-chure on the posters and Shibata takes a three week vacation and suddenly these are Hardened men. I've been Exiled and Persecuted, left alone with NO defense. When I think of what those two boast, I just get a little tense. But I dream a dream so pretty man, that it helps me get some rest: The Sound of Minorus dying gasp, Shibata squealing in my Grasp. The audiences Mournful Cry...That's My Lullaby.



The Screen glitches out again but this time immediately clears up with Bray Wyatt in the Funhouse.

Hahahaha, Oh Shibata. Ya know when you watch someone not realize what's going on, it seems so obvious in hindsight or from an outside point of view...but when you're in it yourself you just can't recognize the situation your in. Poor Shibata doesn't realize all the fun we've had with him since he's been back, see with Suzuki I took away what made him....well....Him. His communication, his mystique, his Best toy. He's starting to lose control yes, but I've always subscribed to the thought that when Life ever treats bad, you don't get Even...You get Mad Heh HEH. But with you Shibata, haha, with you all I had to do was play to your strengths. You're the greatest straight man I've ever seen, so Stoic, so serious...you make it a little TOO easy to hit the Punchline on. Hahaha. YOWIE WOWIE What fun it's been playing with both of you, and Suzuki I know what you're thinking.

Bray reaches into his toybox and pulls out the UWF Championship.



And no, I haven't cheated. I took your bestest toy, and hold it right here...but even in my hands it has never been farther away. You throw this around with disgust, Shibata carried this around without a care in the world. But I am holding it in my hands, and I still long for it. I've changed, I've become the Best me I can be and I am ready to forgive myself and win this again. So that is why I haven't cheated and put this on yet. I haven't put it on my shoulder, I haven't raised it above my head or wrapped it around my waist. It was the Gift you both took for granted, and I took it but I won't unwrap it until it's mine. Mine...Mine....

Bray stares down a the championship mesmerized before he shakes his head and looks up at the camera.

Any-hu-ways. This isn't really about the anger built inside of Suzuki, the longing for a monstrous massacre of Shibata, or even the UWF Championship. That's why I don't get why you two are so serious all the time, because all this is...is a game. And if you didn't know that, then why are you playing? hahaha, I mean I'm having a whole heap of fun. But it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt, and you two don't seem to understand that. You say you do, you make your threats, and you play pretend. I fear neither of you grasp the severity of the situation you've found yourselves in, but you will...You will learn the new house rules, and I hope you're listening closely. Because if I have to repeat myself, you won't like my bad side...Hee Hee, So my two new friends You've had your differences before. Destruction and mayhem have been left in your wake, and You've made names for yourselves on the stacks of bodies you've scattered behind you. My only question, is with all this history and hatred between you...are you ready...To LEt mE In?

[George]

THE MUSIC OF THE BONAFIDE ASS RULER, THE WARHORSE HIMSELF HITS THE PA LIKE A SACK OF BRICKS ON A WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON. THE DISTORTION LOOMING LIKE A SEA OF BEES CIRCLING OVER CEDRIC’S GRANDMA’S GRAVE WAITING FOR A FLOWER THAT AIN’T GONNA GROW. AS THE RIFF HITS IN, WARHORSE COMES WALTZING DOWN THE RAMP IN THE MOST METAL WAY POSSIBLE. STRAIGHT STOMPS BROTHER.



HE HAS A MICROPHONE IN HIS HAND HE ASKED FOR 4 HOURS BEFORE HEADING OUT HERE BECAUSE HE’S SICK OF THAT DUDE WHO USUALLY HANDS HIM IT, HIS HANDS SMELL LIKE DOG SHITTERONI, PROBABLY BEEN WIPING HIS ASS BARE HAND. OH, AND HE SLIDES UP ON THE APRON, THROUGH THOSE ROPES, AND STANDS BRASH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING LOOKIN’ DANDY.

WARHORSE: SLAMIVERSARY, A GOSH DARN MOMENTUS EVENT. A TRUE SETTER FOR WHAT’S TO COME. WHAT COULD HAPPEN? ONLY ONE MAN KNOWS AND HE’S DOWNSTAIRS COOKING SOME DAMN FINE METH. HOWEVER, I DO HAVE A PRETTY FINE AND CERTAIN IMPRESSION OF HOW SOME THINGS COULD GO. Y’KNOW, THE PAST FEW WEEKS ALL I’VE BEEN DEALING WITH IS SOME DAMN FRUSTRATING DISRESPECT.

FOR WHAT REASON EITHER? NOT BEATING MINORU SUZUKI? NOT BEING THE ASS RULIN’ KING?! LOOK, I’M BUMMED OUT AS ANYONE COULD BE ABOUT IT, BUT I FEEL LIKE PEOPLE ARE HATING ME MORE THAN ME OVER IT, AND BROTHER I’VE ABOUT HAD IT WITH THAT SHIT. I PUT IN THE WORK, I KNOW I HAVE AND I’VE SHOWN THAT OVER THESE PAST EIGHT MONTHS. IF IT WASN’T CLEAR ALREADY I’M A GODDAMN MAINSTAY AND AN ASS FUCKIN’ RULER.

THE WARHORSE WALKS AROUND, TRYING TO PACE OUT THESE THOUGHTS AND MAKING SURE THEY DON’T COME OUT WRONG.

IF THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT WORSE, I’VE HAD A SQUEAKY CLEAN HEROIC FIGURE BARKING AT MY TAIL LIKE I OWE SOMETHING, AS HE KNOWS ME! BUD, I’VE BEAT HIM LIKE THREE TIMES NOW! I’VE ALMOST LOST COUNT. THAT’S ALL THE TIE I’VE GOT TO THAT LANKY BONED SCURVY TEETHED FROG. HOPPIN ABOUT LIKE IT’S GETTING HIM ANYWHERE, I GUESS IT IS, JUST IN THE WRONG DIRECTION.

HEADING 50 MILES DOWN THE ROAD TO OPENERS. TO SCRATCHING UP THE SCRAPS THAT’S JUST LEFT OVER. FRANKLY, IT’S A SHAME TO THE WARHORSE THAT THE AMOUNT OF POTENTIAL HE HAS IS JUST NOT BEING THRIVED ON. I DON’T KNOW WHY IT CAN’T BE. IT JUST SEEMS TO BE A RACE WITH TOO MANY HURDLES FOR ‘EM.

MAKE NO MISTAKE THOUGH, I WILL THROW THAT BOY AROUND THE ARENA LIKE A PIZZA BASE ON RUSH HOUR. FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE SAYS I CAN RULE HIS ASS ALL OVER IT. IN THE CROWD, IN THE POPCORN STAND, BACK TO CEDRIC’S GRANDMOMMA’S PLACE. THE WARHORSE DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT, SEEING AS WELL, WHAT WILL HE DO ABOUT IT?! SIT THERE AND CRY LIKE A BIG OL’ BABY. DON’T COME CRYING TO ME, KID.

WARHORSE LOWERS THE MICROPHONE AND AWAITS CEDRIC TO COME OUT FROM THE BACK.

[bodor]

Minoru Suzuki: Your egos, your arrogance, and your stupidness have grown beyond any proportions, I cannot wait to blow it all up in your faces

Suzuki emerges from behind the curtain, no music, no smoke, no tron video, just the most dangerous wrestler on the roster walking down to the ring in his signature tracksuit, he stops in the middle of the ramp, raises the mic and with a smirk on his face he starts talking

Suzuki: And all of those things will be Wyatt's and your undoing at Slammiversary, It seems you've forgotten who you're dealing with the two of you, you keep tossing my name aside, treating me as an afterthought, I am Minoru Suzuki, I'm the UFC and UWF heavyweight champion of the world, the man who won Money in the bank and cashed in his contract on the very same night and beat YOU, Katsuyori Shibata, I'm the wind, I destroy careers, I end people.

He makes his way to the ring whilst not breaking eye contact with Shibata, when he finally reaches it he gets onto the apron and enters the ring between the top and middle rope, he walks closer to Shibata and raises the mic

Suzuki: WALTER, Velveteen Dream, Braun Strowman, Orange Cassidy, Adam Cole, all of them and more were done after facing me, never to be heard from again, you were almost added to that list, our time in the ring together at Summerslam was very short yet on that night I pushed you down and embarrassed you, an old man who just fought in a grueling ladder match with 6 competitors just beat you and took your title away, you needed weeks to recover but you get back up and returned, at Revolution not so long ago I pushed you down again, it was not Wyatt that beat you that night but it was I, if you think otherwise you're even stupider than I thought, but regardless of how stupid you are, on that occasion it took you even less time to get back up, that's respectable and shows you are more determined and durable than the rest of them, but also that you refuse to learn your lesson, until you learn that lesson we are stuck in a game of cat and mouse, I will shatter your skulls with my elbows, I will twist your limbs in unnatural ways until they break, I will choke you unconscious and spike your head into the ground, and you will get back up, I will all that again, this time even harder, and you will get back up, each time that it happens I'll be happier and happier to push you down again until finally I've pushed you so low into the ground you can never rise up again, until you learn the lesson that are you nothing compared to the great Minoru Suzuki and can do nothing to oppose him.

He lowers the mic but maintains eye contact with Shibata, he finally breaks it after a while when he turns his back to him, looks at the titantron, and continues talking



Suzuki: Katsuyori Shibata's future after this match is unclear, there's a chance he will again get back up after the vicious assault that will fall upon him to be knocked back down again and there's a chance this will be the final time we'll see him, that's not the case with Wyatt, Slammiversary WILL be his downfall, he will never be able to reshape his body after the damage I'll inflict on him, his face will be forever scarred, his torso mangled and his limbs completely broken in half.

I'm not a fan of Shibata, it is not so hard to see it, but as I said I respect that so far he's been getting back up every time I knocked him down, there isn't a single thing in Wyatt I can say I respect, he rambles about nothing and says he's been around for centuries, his entire wrestling game is based off mind games, you strip him of that and you're left with a fat coward, devoid of any wrestling ability, we saw glimpses of that fat cowardly guy throughout the month, waiting until I'm either gone or away from my stuff to take them, El Desperado and the UWF title, but that was his mistake, before he did what he did I would have treated him as I treat every other undeserving, overhyped opponent that the company shoves down my throat, WARHORSE and Cassidy for example, I would have disposed of him and moved on, but now I have to punish him further, the overfed street rat has found its way into your house and is drooling all over your stuff, what will you do? exterminate him of course, that's what waiting for you Wyatt, extermination.

Suzuki lowers the mic and turns around to lock at Shibata, he chuckles then turns around again to face the titantron

Suzuki: So just as Katsuyori Shibata said about me, I hope you've enjoyed your time with the championship but it is done, after the match you will never come close to it again and it'll return to its rightful owner and the only person that can raise its status and elevate it to where the top title of the promotion needs to be, Minoru Suzuki, you cry about how I treat it and that just goes to show everyone how little you understand about wrestling, the recent holders of this title have been weak and unreliable, losing the title after only a single defense, is a title that changes hands so quickly prestigious? no, and even when a worthy wrestler comes in and wins the belt, someone that can break this lineage of losers and carry the title into great heights, he gets either doesn't even get booked or when he does it's in matches against glorified lower mid-card talent; Orange Cassidy, WARHORSE, Hornswoggle, Bray Wyatt.

Does that booking befits a top championship in your books? no, a title that gets booked like that should be spat on and kicked around, maybe use it to hold your pants up if you forgot a real belt, after I gain my second defense and take my property back I will change that, there will be no denying I'm the most dominant champion and wrestler this company has seen for a long time and I truly hope the illogical booking will stop, for the good of the championship and for the health of the poor mismatched opponents the company throws at me.

Suzuki lowers the mic and for a moment it looks like he's done, but then a sinister smile appears on his face and he slowly turns around to face Shibata

Suzuki: Before you continue jacking off to Wyatt and disregarding the real threat that is me I feel like I have to tell you something Katsuyori Shibata, yes Wyatt has angered me, but if you think that has weakened me or that you've felt my worst at Revolution you haven't been paying attention, anger is my fuel, I thrive on it and there is a reason your shoulder is not dwindling our of its socket right now, that you still have all the ligaments in your knee, I pulled back at Revolution and yet you couldn't actually compete, imagine what happens when we're in a real fight and there's no holding back on my part, Minoru Suzuki at his maximum power going after you and Wyatt, it'll be a repeat of Summerslam, me walking out of a triple threat match as the champion with two corpses behind me.

[Danny]

Deadline
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LIVE December 27th. 2020 at the SaskTel Centre in Saskatoon Saskatchewan



























*Graphics by RawisRey

[Fauche]

Rey these are some really spiffy graphics. I love them lots. Very handsome. Much appreciated.

But also, SASKATOON?!?!?!

[Danny]

Believe it or not, that's where the first UWF show was at. I was just as shocked as you!