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Post by ដានីយ៉ែល on Dec 11, 2020 19:27:26 GMT -6
(The scene opens with King Hornswoggle sitting in his beach chair with his crown on his head.)
KH: I face two peasants by the ma,e of Sammy Guevara and Randy Orton to get a IC title shot. Both of them got nothing on me. Whether I gt pinned or not, I will somehow find a way to get a title shot at the IC Champ. Rest in peace to Tiny Lister. That is my dawg right there. Pour a drink out there for him damnit. Haha! I am the damn king and can do whatever I want. Suzuki was lucky that I didn't knock his head off with my crown. Anyway, see you two peasants at the ppv, bitches.
(King Hornswoggle then takes a can of beer and starts chugging it down his throat as the scene fades out to black.)
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Post by Danny on Dec 12, 2020 15:24:39 GMT -6
Deadline is the 20th. I've added a countdown to the top of the card. I've also added the match graphic for the newest match.
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Post by Danny on Dec 12, 2020 16:02:10 GMT -6
The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as the Dynamic Duo come dancing out onto the stage. Despite having their titles stolen from them, they seem cheery and chippy as they dance their way down the ramp. Sami walks over to the ringside area and grabs some mics before entering the ring. He hands one off to Becky before lifting up his own to speak. Sami Zayn: So it's finally come to this. After all the backstabbing, cheating and low life dirty tactics, finally we get a match made for heroes like us. A match where no one can interfere. No one can cost us this match besides ourselves and come on, let's be real, we're not the reason we're not standing here your World Tag Team Champions. So when that Cell comes down and locks us up like caged animals, we're going to do what we need to do to pick up that win and NEVER see Sweet N' Sour ever again. Becky Lynch: As we said last week, the minute Larry Sweeney learns he can't get another shot at the gold, he's goin' to ditch Kyle high and dry. This man has no friends, only pawns. Kyle may think they're friends but Kyle also said Mark Henry was his best friend and we've never even so much as heard an update on his status. Sami Zayn: It's a shame really. To see someone just throw friends by the wayside. It really tells you all you need to know about how awful they are. Hell maybe they were actually made for each other. Such a shame they'll never get a chance at gold again though. Especially with that Spanish broad Asuka being forced to watch on the sidelines. Man you really did a number on her arm huh?Becky Lynch: That's what happens when you come runnin' up to The Man. All these women think that they can change the business. They see me dominate and they think that makes them worthy all of a sudden. Do I make this look easy? Yeah I do but that doesn't mean any ol' woman could do what I do. I've proven it time and time again and that's why all these girls fade off into obscurity while I'm standin' here about to become a 4 time World Tag Team Champion. Sami Zayn: And there's nothing these two bozos could do about it. Especially when you take into account that they're probably not 100% if you know what I mean. Sami and Becky snicker to one another while the crowd boos them relentlessly. Sami Zayn: Hey, who told them to get on the bad side of The Mexicools? When we asked our friends to have a match with them, the last thing we expected was for them to viciously beat them down like that. All we wanted was to scout how they do against top tier competition. It's not our fault they pissed them off. You can't just go around and racially discriminate against people, calling them low life thugs and whatnot and not expect some retaliation. Now I know what you're all thinking. Sami and Becky, you guys went out there and joined in on the wailing. Yes we did. You think we'd just stand by and let these guys fight our friends after the match was over? The last thing we want to do is give them an excuse for why they lost at Slammiversary but some things are more important than pride. Standing up for what's right, well that's what the Dynamic Duo is all about. There's not a single person in the crowd cheering for the Dynamic Duo and their misguided fight for what's "right". Sami Zayn: I know I know, it's not what you like to hear but it's the truth. Got another truth bomb for you though. Sweet N' Sour are the actual low life thugs. Did you see that they stole OUR World Tag Team Championships away from us last week? The only reason we've haven't called the authorities and locked them up because we prefer them to be locked up in a different way. At Hell in a Cell, they're going to wish that they never crossed us. They're going to hope and pray to never have to fight us again and congratulations guys, your wish will be granted because after we win that Hell in a Cell, you'll never be getting a shot to face us ever again because we'll be champions until the end of time!
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Post by ដានីយ៉ែល on Dec 12, 2020 22:20:58 GMT -6
Alright. Cool.
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Post by Fauche on Dec 13, 2020 13:54:47 GMT -6
There's a pause after Sami finishes. The fans are booing, disgusted by his final proclamation. All that vitriol isn't anything new for the Dynamic Duo, though, and doesn't seem to make a bit of difference. So eventually, the tide turns. Hatred and spite morphs into cheers and hope. Negativity evolves into positivity. In the words of Eleanor Roosevelt, "It's better to light a candle than to curse the darkness". A groundswell. An eruption. The people rally their energy and unify with a single chant, bidding the reigning, defending UWF World Tag Team Champions to arrive on the scene and save the day.
Their enthusiasm more than doubles when the lights in the arena dim and the titantron fires up again.SWEET N' SOUR INC.The brand name flashes on the big screen in unmistakable neon pink. Booming through the PA, Baby Huey's flawless funk classic serves to welcome the Champs to the building. Mr. 12 Large and The Diabetic Dragon, with their golden belts bravely reclaimed, make their grand entrance on the stage. Another burst of cheers from the fans. Larry Sweeney leads the way, pumping his fists in time with the music and greeting the front row crowd like a politician on the campaign trail. Kyle O'Reilly, meanwhile, is shredding his title belt like he's the gosh dang GuiTarzan.
They hit the ring in time with the chorus, amplifying the vibe to eleven and then some. Blowing right past their opponents, Sweet n' Sour Inc. scales opposing turnbuckles to hold their championships proud and high, reminding the world what's at stake here. The horns soar over that tight Chicago groove while Huey spills his guts. Hard Times. Sure, the boys on the Pink Team have seen 'em, but today the anthem is as much a reminder of their fairytale ascension as it is a warning to any team foolish enough to stand across the ring from them.
Larry and Kyle finally climb down and grab some microphones. The music fades, the crowd simmers down, and the fellas get to work. Sweeney takes point, but Kyle taps him on the shoulder, saying he wants to kick things off tonight. The man they called the Triple Champ is more than happy to oblige. O'Reilly turns to the contenders.KO'R: We're gonna absolutely, postively, undisputedly slaughter you two loser idiots. Big pop from the crowd, gladly enabling the loose cannon and all his volatile inner demons. KO'R; One year ago, almost to the friggin day, I got cleared by the doctors to come back to the ring. Me and my buddy Mark Henry made a promise on day one that we were gonna win the Tag Team Titles and guess what? We totally did. We kicked every other teams butts until there was nobody left between us and you and then we kicked your butts, too. Hard. And ever since then you've known that you're not the best team in the world anymore. Yeah Mark got hurt and had to go home for forever I guess, but Larry's even better, so like, whatever.
You spent all of twenty-twenty doing everything you could to try and figure out how to get around us, cause you can't go through us. All along you've been acting like you're oppressed and mistreated and all that stuff, but it's all just excuses and cheating and shortcuts and bull spit like that. It's just fake news. And facts are facts. And right now the facts are this - you two are cheater jerks but even with all your sneaky crap, we're just days away from becoming the longest reigning tag team champions in Revolution history and you two are getting less important by the freakin minute.KO'R: They wanna sell this fight like it's the epic end to a feud. The Avengers: Endgame or the Star Wars Episode three, six or nine of tag team wrestling. But it isn't even like that. It's more like Old Yeller. There's been something wrong around here for a while and now it's just finally time for someone to go and put the old dog down cause he's gross and bad now. We took the worst losing streak ever and turned into the best title run. While you guys were ducking us and everyone else cause you were so embarrassed you lost the titles AGAIN, we cleared out the whole entire division to win these things. Even after nobody said we could. Even after everyone counted us out.
Then for months you guys have tried so so soooooo hard to beat us and you just can't figure out how. I don't even know how many times you haven't been able to beat me now. It's a lot, though. Mick Foley is acting like this one is to settle the big beef, but he's just doing his job. Low key, what he really knows is going to happen is that we're gonna take out the trash once and for all. You jerkwad a-holes got so desperate for what's ours that you actually agreed to a stipulation where you never get to challenge for the belts again after we beat you! How dumb are you?
Don't even try and imagine what happens to us if we lost. We already know we can't. So what about you two? How have solo runs ever gone for you in the UWF, Sami? How many times have you got fired cause you sucked so bad on your own. The only reason you two are together is cause nobody else can stand either one of you, and after seeing what a pain you are with management, I bet EC3 isn't gonna wanna keep either of you around as singles. Not like I care though. After we win again, you're gonna mean as little to us as every other team we left in the dust while we moved on and did our thing.Those shifty eyes focus in on Becky Lynch.KO'R:Yeah, you put Asuka on the shelf. That sucks. But it all comes back around. There isn't gonna be any Mexicools to save you this time. You're stuck with us in the most ruthless, most metal, most tallest structure in wrestling. Larry's pay-per-view big match record is like practically flawless, and this kinda fight was made for me. I'm so good at hurting people, and when there's even less rules, I'm better at it. I'm what professionals call "a serious risk" and "problematic". Some people say I shouldn't even be allowed to wrestle! But as long as I am, I'm just gonna be the worst effing nightmare for slack-jaw pansies like you two. Trust me. I've got a whole year of messed up stuff that happened to me and my friends... Asuka... Mark... ... Despy... An awkward silence while Kyle looks off into the mid-distance with that hundred yard stare - haunted by ghosts. It takes him a second to snap back to reality.KO'R: And I've been just bottling it all up inside my tummy, waiting for the chance to explode and let it all out in a super unhealthy, dangerous way. Hell in a Cell. The UWF's birthday party. I can't think of a better time or place. And it's all on you two. After all the bullying and the nasty, nasty games, with everything on the line... I'm gonna unleash the full wrath of the Blue Eyes Diabetc Dragon and sends you to the mother flipping Shadow Realm. If you had souls, I would banish them, but since gingers don't, I'll settle for just ending your mortal existences using the gift that Sweet n Sour Incorporated possesses - the gift of being the best dang wrestling tag team in the world. Kyle caps it off there, his piece spoken. Larry looks a little bit worried about / by / for his partner for a second there, but then just laughs and claps him on the back enthusiastically.Sweeney; Ha! Hear that, ya bums? You're dead meat! Ahahaha! Mr. 12 Large howls with laughter, leaving the floor open to a rebuttal from the contenders.
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Post by Roach on Dec 14, 2020 4:19:20 GMT -6
Shibata greets Suzuki's words with a slight, sly grin before raising the microphone once more.Shibata: Do you hear that sound, Minoru?... It is desperation. Clawing at you inside your head, set loose inside all your thoughts and ideas. It is agonizing, I felt it before... months ago. It molded me into what I am today. It hardened me. But you?... you were supposedly already sitting on the throne... the hardest, the meanest, the worst of them all. There is nothing that can further harden you, this... this will only break you. Shibata puts an emphasis on those last two words as his eyes grow lean saying them. The grin is gone and only a shared cold stare sits between Shibata and Suzuki.Shibata: Do not try to deny it. Anyone paying attention can see it from a mile way. Listen to yourself... you crave for the validation you do not have. You sit there, the world champion, and yet still you are viewed as the third man in this match. You have worked so maniacly hard to establish your legacy as a monster. For decades you have terrorized this industry.... ending careers, breaking limbs, tearing ligaments. And all of it is for not. Because now you are here, after a generation of trying to become a grand feared legend... standing across from two men more feared than you. Two men that built their legacy of terror higher in less than a year than you did in decades. It must feel terrible... it truly makes me understand this recent fall over the edge you have had. If I were you... I too would be mentioning anything that gives me even the slightest bit of satisfaction over my opponents, even if none of it really means anything... because it does not. Shibata begins to pace around the ring, still locked in a grim gaze with Minoru Suzuki.Shibata: You mention that UFC Championship, a title you have never defended here in the UWF. You mention your UWF Championship, a title you have yet to defend against the best until now. You mention your victory over me, an event that never happened. Your victory came over a different man in that match at summerslam, the one where you were given a head start. His name was Adam Cole I believe?... he was the one that bored me into becoming a better man. It was him you defeated, not me. The only pin or submission between the two of us that has ever happened was when I kicked the soul out of your chest and gained the pinfall. Simple as that. You also mention a long list of names you have defeated which is one of the more sadder things to listen to, truly showcasing that desperate desire of yours to fit in with the two men across from you... because if we sat here listing every notable name we have put down... well, we would be here until sunrise. I never thought you were a big man of words Minoru, but here you are touting every accomplishment that comes to mind. You mention all these things in an attempt to validate yourself to the same level of myself and Bray Wyatt.. but that Minoru... is impossible. If you were truly up there with me and him, you would not have to mention any of these things. It proves you are just a lower man... and that drives you mad. Mad to the point of self-destruction. I know I said it pained me to see you like this... but I lied. It does not pain me at all... it delights me. While I have always respected you more than most others in this company, I never liked you. Even when nobody really saw it, you were always this insecure old man, destroying others with the purpose of propping up your subpar legacy. But now... everyone is beginning to see it, and I really enjoy watching it break you down. Shibata finally breaks off his scathing gaze with some final scathing words. He subtly and stoicly turns his attention to the jumbotron where Bray once was before speaking with a somewhat sarcastic tone.Shibata: Oh, the maltreated Bray Wyatt. They laughed at him, they insulted him, and they outcasted him. What a sickening tale. A terrible hardship.... a joke. Bray Wyatt, you do not know a thing about hardship. Hardship is not being told to go away because your sinister ramblings are frightening the children like you think it is. Hardship is having every thing you love stripped from your grasp... and then when you finally have the opportunity to gain it back, you cannot... because you have been stripped of love too. That is hardship. That is what hardened me. That is what led me on a dark destructive path and that is what has led me to where I am right now. Shibata's eyes seemingly grow darker and his voice a hint more monotonous as he continuesShibata: I have already gone through the trials of my mind Bray... twice... in two very dissimilar state of minds, but both times in an agonizing state of vulnerability. A state of vulnerability caused by the desperate drive to be something I was not destined to be. But now, that vulnerability is gone. That desperation is gone. If you wanted to have your fun with me, you should have checked in then. I am already what I am destined to be now. An enforcer and a creator. A man that simply makes things right, makes things how they need to be. That starts with stopping you. Shibata's eyes and voice return to a more normal state after becoming fixated on a less ambiguous, spirited goal... stopping Bray Wyatt.
Shibata: How does one go about that? It does not seem like anybody has been able to do it yet. I certainly have not, even when given the chance. But before that match, I do not think I understood Bray Wyatt enough. But now, after all these words exchanged, I think we are beginning to know each other quite well. You were a man who thought they had all the answers, you still are a man that thinks they have all the answers. But before now, you craved listeners. You wanted people to hear you, but they never wanted to. They rejected you and your supposed answers and that left you feeling quite down and embarrassed I suppose. A normal man would accept it, but you have never been a normal man. You are unstable. You always have been. You just wanted an excuse to hurt people, and the people gave you one. You took your embarrassment and rejection and you created a monster with it, filled with all your precious hurt feelings you had after you were rightfully dismissed as a mental case. And now you still tout those answers, you just hide them. You place them behind hidden meanings, metaphors, puppets, and even that monster of yours. Now people try so hard to understand everything about you. They try so hard to find the answers, and they do not realize they already tossed them away. That is your game, but I do not have any interest in playing it. I am not a man you can trap in a puzzle. I am above your puzzles, I am above of your games, and soon I will br above you. Shibata steps back, satisfied with what he's given the two men, and takes a seat cross-legged... awaiting a response.
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Post by rawisrey on Dec 14, 2020 8:39:35 GMT -6
Bray Wyatt: Above it? hahaha Oh honey can't you see you're already losing? That is exactly what makes it oh so much fun in the first place! Ya see Shibata you Think you're above it all, you THINK you've been through hardships. But I've met with all those who reign there, and Hell have no recollection of Katsuyori Shibata. You've lost and regrouped, but you've never been Utterly shattered. Hahaha but don't worry, we can Totes MaGoats fix that, but before you walk down that path you need to realize that I had help. I was saved, I was given purpose by the voices that I ignored and ran away from. That...that Shriek played in my ears until I wanted to claw my fingers through my eyes just to get to my brain...just so I could rip and tear at it to give me five seconds of peace. I wanted to hurt...Hurt anything, hurt myself, hurt others Cause so much unspeakable pain just so that the screams they produced could possibly drown out the voices in my head. Heh Heh....But I stopped fighting them, and now! YOWIE WOWIE! Now I'm Healed, I am FOREVER HEALED hahahAhhaHhaha. I built this Funhouse to forever be safe and protected from the True things to be afraid of, with h̸̫́i̶̝̓m̴̢͝ protecting us. Ya see the ever circulating thing known as time, can either Hurt...or Heal you. You take a piece of glass and you drop it to the floor, and it breaks of course. But it's how it breaks that makes the difference, sometimes it breaks off into a jagged...lethal...dangerous Weapon, and other times it crumples into little pieces of glittering dust. And as cool of a piece of glass as you are Shibata, which kind of broken do you think you'll end up bein? haha HHAHA
Bray starts laughing uncontrollably now, doubling over in pain as his face turns red from the laughter, gasping for air as he tries to calm himself down enough to continue. When he goes to speak again, he simply starts laughing even louder, he falls to the ground and you see his legs kicking up in the air as he laughs. Damien the Dog walks back into frame, looking down at Bray before turning to the camera. Damien The Dog: Allow me to inform you of your mistake Mr. Shibata, for even with your realization of it...I'm afraid you're far too obstinate to change your ways, no matter how detrimental to your health it may be. Which of course is thoroughly proven with your choice of offense, however that is besides the initial point. The moment you stepped in the direction you did instead of towards Mr. Suzuki, you sealed your own fate. Not because of some clichéd threat on the part of Bray Wyatt by any means, or even because of any specific actions that will be committed in the forthcoming bout you will be participating in. Simply put, your mistakes consequence isn't what is going to be done to you. Rather what you have set yourself to do as a result. For all your disquisition over not falling for the games Bray Wyatt here plays, you fell into the most common one. You've now metaphorically placed all your eggs into one basket, and made it your mission to stop him. Perhaps you should ask yourself why everyone who has placed this particular task as their only goal moving forward have failed, you've created this mountain to climb in your own mind...without realizes that the mountain itself can knock you off of it. You and Mr. Suzuki, have had your eyes and minds manipulated so that you only want one thing against Bray Wyatt, that it is that very tunnel vision that shall cost you dearly when there are so many multiples of paths and deviations that Wyatt has in store for each of you. Basically, You're both flipping a coin, while we are playing Raumschach. You're Welcome.Bray pulls himself up, both hands on his face as his laughter mellows out, Damien hops off screen as Bray wipes tears away from his face, seemingly not even having noticed that Damien spoke. Ahhh but I do think Minorus breakage is already destined, because while my dear friend Shibata is naïve to the world he's returned to, Unaware of what lies within the forest he has decided to call his own. My best friend Suzuki is sadly and simply, in denial of the world he claims to be champion of. But what more could you expect from a man so delusional, he claims himself the reaper of all these lost souls when the reality is they were all but walking zombies by the time he got to them. Heh Heh, some of them even ones I sent his way, but whose counting all the friends we share? The fact of the matter is that Minoru has this Skewed worldview, and all I'm doing is tearing down the bricks of the walls he's built around him so that the light can shine in. And Suzuki has been is insolated, that he hasn't seen the light in Oh So Long, but don't worry buddy I'm here to light the way for you.Bray extends his hand out to the camera as if expecting Suzuki to agree and be guided, but he slowly curls his fingers closed noticing the look on Suzukis face and he continues. I mean his entire basis of attack haha, is that the funnest toy to play with in UWF is a joke. It holds no prestige because of who the champions have had to face, and that being all jokes like lil ole me heh well Suzuki am I at least a funny one? hahaha...No? Because I know a VERY funny one, and that was Minoru Suzuki HAHAHAH, I mean Larry Sweeney, Vinny Marseglia, how many times did you Fail when given fair shots, Multiple times in a row? You've shoveled your fair share of dirt on the toy you hold with such disgust, and think stepping on it is the answer. What makes you any different? You won a Golden Ticket to play for it by beating a list of people that only has One other person still hired and Somehow this makes you what's best for that championship? How are you gonna complain about absurd booking when you've been it's benefactor, that...well that's FUNNY hahahhaaaa Ooooo Almost haha Almost as funny as what Despy said to me when we had our little playdate last month. Heh Heh, but oh man, that was really more of an Inside joke so if you really are curious about it, all you really gotta doWyatt completely stops all emotion on his face and stares deathly cold into the lens with his eyes seemingly cutting through the screen, his presence somehow being felt in the arena with just his look. Is let me in.As the music swells, with Wyatts gaze upon his opponents. The tension however is broken immediately with Wyatt giggling to himself and continuing on as if that entire moment didn't just happen. Ain't it funny? One has his eyes blind to it, the other has his Mind clouded of it, and both of them have the same goal. Not becoming champion, not Earning victory, but all they want is to Destroy lil ole me heh heh. It's so nice to see such Hate filled enemies find common ground thanks to me, but all I want...is to have fun. So these two dangerous men wanna throw threats, and I wanna play, they wanna Hurt and I will Heal. Because both these men may feel okay ignoring the world, hating the world, or even attempting to rule over it, but in the end no matter if I can help my friends by opening their eyes or changing their minds. I'll still be fine, because I...I've got the Whole World...In my hands.
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Post by bodor on Dec 14, 2020 13:27:05 GMT -6
Zack stares at P&G who just ended their speech, he scoffs and raises the mic
ZSJ: It appears YOU are the one who hasn't been listening Mr. Dunne, oh they made a show about your hometown? that's cute, ever wondered why there isn't a show about the much more dangerous, much more deadly, and unforgiving streets of Sheppey? the TV companies are too scared to even research the area! you haven't registered my pollution story, haven't you? well maybe this one will help you understand the unprecedented crime in my home island, one day a little boy no older than seven named Zachary Sabre Junior was playing football with a couple of his mates down at the local park, that's real football not the concussion inducing shit you have around here, when little Zachary kicked the ball a little too hard שמג it flew out of the park's gates and into the streets, with no alternative ball Zachary was forced to run after the rounded feller and retrieve it, it was a fairly easy task for the athletic and handsome boy but what he saw on that street after picking up the ball would change his life, upon picking up the ball he saw a man across from him... jaywalking!
Taichi brings the microphone up just to gasp and Zack takes a moment to let the heinous crime settle in the minds of the fans
ZSJ: Yeah yeah, stuff like this were and still are commonplace in the no man's land known as the Isle of Sheppey and that's where I was born and molded into the hardened tough SOB you see before you today, so don't go around telling me you're the meanest bastards around because it's clearly me and Taichi, ain't that right Taichi?
Zack lowers the mic and Taichi takes a step forward, he raises the mic but takes his sweet time before talking
Taichi: Damn right.
Now it's Zack's turn to step forward
ZSJ: Well said partner! now, what was the other bullshit they spewed outta their mouth just now?
Taichi: If it wasn't for you and me, they would have been on a rampage.
ZSJ: Oh coulda shoulda woulda! you seem to be making a lot of excuses for people criticizing us making excuses yet your excuses don't line up, you say the microphone stand did no damage to Drew whatsoever, only pissed him off, then what stopped you from continuing beating up your opponents and show that you're really as dominant as you say? I have two explanations, you were either too hurt from Taichi's vicious shots OR you didn't want to break the rules and continue after the bell because, in reality, you are two little softies, both reasonings are fine with me as they show you for what you are, cowards afraid of the truth that put up an act to seem tough but I would still quite like to know the answer, what is it Dunne, is Taichi too powerful or are you two not nearly as vicious as you say you are?
Zack lowers the mic and points it at Dunne's direction as if he's interviewing him and waiting for an answer, after a second Taichi lowers Zack's hand and speaks
Taichi: It seems to me you're underestimating us and that's the worst mistake someone in your situation could do, we're the Dangerous Tekkers, do you know what Tekkers means? it's techniques, my superb kicking game and Zack's godly submission skills are dangerous techniques that can end any given match, you add weapons to those techniques and you get something you can't underestimate, something unstoppable that is going to end both of your careers at Slammiversary
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Post by Danny on Dec 14, 2020 19:26:32 GMT -6
Sami and Becky turns towards one another and give each other a look before Sami speaks. Sami Zayn: Us? Dead meat? Sami and Becky burst into laughter.Sami Zayn: A bit ironic don't you think considering you're the only who was actually legally dead for a bit there. I guess Satan just found you a little too exhausting and sent you back up to us. Another reason why you guys shouldn't cheer these morons. This man literally cheated God. Even Foley knows it, that's why he sending you back to Hell in this steel structure right above us. Sure me may get on people's nerves for speaking the truth but that's only because we keep getting screwed. I can assure you people that even when everything is going Sweet N' Sour's way, Larry won't ever just shut up and you'll be wishing for us t come back and save the division. Luckily we won't get t that point because after Slammiversary, Larry's outta here. Becky Lynch: Not to beat a dead horse but Larry ain't stickin' by your side Kyle. Hell nobody ever does. You're first partner went to have great success without you in Adam Cole. Bobby Fish left you high and dry. Your friends in the nWo got outta dodge when times got tough. You lost Mark Henry and even had the audacity to blame us. You never even got revenge for that attack! If you were a real friend, you woulda taken the fight to Bobby Fish but no, you're weak. You couldn't even save your ugly husband. The fans boo loudly. Pretty low blow by Becky but she don't care one bit. Becky Lynch: All you fight for is yourself. You wonder why everyone leaves you high and dry? Maybe look internally and stop blamin' others because look at what you just said a minute ago. "Henry got hurt but Larry is better anyways so who cares". It was just a few shorts months ago that he and Henry were claimin' they were best friends. Kyle then turns around and ditches him like nothin' and he expects Sweeney will just stick with a traitor like that once you lose? Or maybe you really are stupid enough to believe you can beat us in a fair contest. Sami Zayn: Kyle O'Reilly and stupid enough go hand in hand if you ask me. I mean you try and make fun of me for my past singles runs? Me? Sure I crapped the bed a few times. Played second fiddle much like you but ever since I came back, I've done nothing but win. I only lost one match in the singles division. Tell me something Kyle, how many did you lose when you were with Sweeney before? What's that? All of them? You did nothing but lose and play second fiddle to Sweeney and his cascade of idiots that we creamed in Wargames AND Wrestlemania. Larry Sweeney is the only one in that failed nWo cash grab that I haven't personally beat and at Slammiversary that all ends. The Dynamic Duo has the best record in maybe all of professional wrestling and when it comes to big stipulation matches like this, we just don't lose. Sami gives Sweet N' Sour a shit eating grin while Becky stands there with her arms folded, giving a smirk as well as they await a response.
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Post by cliffwalk on Dec 14, 2020 19:52:28 GMT -6
CHRIS JERICHO
Oh give me a flippin break AJ...honestly I have been doing this for 30 years and I have seen it all and heard it all...hell most of it I have actually said and done. One thing I have never done however is pretend to be someone 'm not. Take a look around pal, this is Slammiversary! All of these wonderful people have paid boatloads of money on tickets and Jericho shirts to see us go to battle. I suppose the only question is, which version of AJ Styles are we gunna see? Hmmmmm? The million dollar question that I'm dying to know the answer to. You see when I look at your videos from YouTube, which is where most of your career is because the indies don't get that primetime status, I saw a young, hungry, ambition AJ Styles. I saw this young, athletic guy that was leaping off turnbuckles and running circles around guys. I saw a man that respected his peers, regardless of their tenure term in the business. The AJ Styles I saw was busting his ass trying to make a name for himself. The AJ Styles I saw... was trying to make a claim for being one of the very best to ever do this. That is the AJ Styles that I saw is the same guy I would expect to show up tonight, but unfortunately we all know that's not going to happen. You see AJ maybe you just cant see it when you look in that mirror of yours. Maybe...just maybe, you just need someone to tell you just what in the hell we all see. When I take a good looks at you pal, all I can see is a bad haircut and a waste of talent.
AJ you and I have been doing this collectively longer than most of these people have been alive probably, and all you can say is that your loss to me was a stroke of luck? This new AJ Styles that I'm seeing seems to be full of excuses. Luck is hitting the lottery or winning a new car. You see AJ what allows me to beat men like you, and continue to do so is a little ole thing I like to call SKILL. Something you to have, but it's hidden behind your mouth. Week in and week out you come out here and spit all over the microphone talking yourself up. I mean the pedestal you place yourself on is really a thing of beauty I'm sure. Yi know what the difference between the old you and the new you? The old AJ Styles strived to be the best and did whatever it took to get to the top, and now that you have achieved that, you seem to think that you are entitled to be treated a certain way. Bitchin and complaining that I don't even deserve this shot, well hell man, if you are as good as you say you are then it should be a piece of cake to take me down. Your confidence is your best friend, and your worst enemy. It has completely taken over you. Are you really that full of yourself that you don't think that you could lose a match merely because someone else was the better man? God you have got me so flustered!
Chris Jericho takes a moment to collect his thoughts.
Alright Chris let's calm down, it's only Slammiversary, and it's only AJ Styles and the Intercontinental Championship...oh hell, OF COURSE I WON'T CALM DOWN! I'm way to pumped up babay! Well that and the Blueberry Red Bull I have earlier...god those flavors are wonderful. Listen AJ, I get it alright. I get the whole wanting to come in here and "fix" this place. I get being angry that I won't join you on your grand escapade to do so. Hell I even get why you think I have shown you nothing but disrespect, but I need you to understand one thing. Something I would have thought you would have already known...respect is given where respect is earned. When you and I first collided here, there was that mutual respect, as well as the spirit of friendly competition. However, after I beat you, it's like a switch was flipped. You started getting involved in my shit, and that my friend is no way to earn my respect. To be honest fella, I could care less at this point if I was at one point your hero, because clearly it did your ass no Bueno. You can still admire my career though, you can even take solace in the fact that you are now going to be part of that illustrious career. You will be the man in the record book that I defeat on December 27th to become the NEW UWF Intercontinental Champion babay!
The only thing you and I can seem to agree on is that this will be a war. Street Fights and Hell in a Cell matches are in all ways, shapes, and forms the most brutal that there can be, so let them have at it. Our little corner of the war though, it's a little different. You and I are masterful Technicians when it comes to this ring, which dare I say makes us even more dangerous no matter what the match is. Tonight AJ, it will be an all out war between two seasoned veterans of the squared circle. A battle pitting two men who have done it all, and still wanna do just a little more. I've been preparing for this match AJ. I've watched the tapes, I have put my game plan into my brain playbook, and I have included audibles, as well as some trick plays just in case the opportunity presents itself...SO BE PREPARED!
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