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Post by Fauche on Feb 7, 2021 15:19:57 GMT -6
Punk watches Dolph leave. Nobody in the ring follows up right away, so after a quick glance around at the dozen or so gathered in the squared circle, Punk shrugs and raises his mic.Punk: Yeah, actually know what? I think I might bounce, too. It's getting kinda crowded in here. The Straight Edge Superstar brushes past a few of his competitors on the way to the ropes. He steps through, hops down to the floor and heads back up the ramp. A confused murmuring from the crowd concerning the sudden departure rapidly builds to a cacophonous clamoring. Haphazard cheers and boos - mixed emotions - find harmonic resonance in a singular, focused chant.
PUNK! PUNK! PUNK!
Phil Brooks stops before heading backstage. The resounding roar of the sold-out crowd can't be ignored. For a moment, the former Champ hesitates, but ultimately relents. He turns to face the ring again, sighs, and sits down cross-legged at the head of the ramp to an eruption of cheers, somehow even louder than those that proceeded. Punk looks out around the arena, then breaths deep through his nose with eyes clamped shut. Centered. When he opens them up again, it's elemental - cold, metallic, as furiously indifferent as rolling storm clouds.
Mics to mouth, one more time.It's often said, some way or another, that despite the work us "wrasslers" do in that]/i] ring... and regardless of all the string-pulling that goes one behind-the-scenes... it's the fans who drive this whole thing foward. The people. The spectators. The ticket-buyers. So far be it for me to leave a single patron of the UWF disappointed. I pretty much got everything off my chest I felt like I needed to but you... well... I guess you want more, huh?Punk isn't even looking at the audience as he speaks to them. He's still set on those gathered in the ring. But the next wave of applause and screaming in the affirmative from the fans confirms the answer to question.Yep. That's what I thought. Everyone always wants to hear what's on CM Punk's mind. What's eating Phil now, hmm? That's not a reputation I cultivated intentionally - just collateral damage. A perk from being the guy isn't afraid to speak his mind, even when it means dishing out the unpopular opinion or calling out the elephant in the room. It isn't a burden or a curse. It isn't a privilege, either. It's only me. Who I am and what I do.
Now I could talk all night about how AJ Styles' idiocy is easily explained by brain damage from a lack of airflow caused by crawling so far up his own ass. I could remind Dolph of all the times he swore he wouldn't drop the ball again before finding an even more spectacular way and bigger stage for a face plant. I could explain to WARHORSE that even if he convinced me of having some heart, he's still missing the brains and the courage to make it all the way down the Yellow Brick Road to the Promised Land. But hell, they already peaced out, and frankly all you guys that are left...He narrows in on the Dynamic Duo, then Orton, then Cedric, Cesaro, Rude, Heyman - all of them one at a time in succession.Let's just say the juice ain't worth the squeeze. Not to just dish out blanket disrespect to some of the finest competitors in the world today - or from yesterday. I'm not stupid. I'm not gonna up and dismiss the sheer magnitude of pro-wrestling ability filling up the squared circle right now. You guys are, without a doubt, anywhere from above-average-to-excellent. Now I could go off on everyone like a sprinkler again, pivoting from one to the next with my hilarious barbs and world famous with. But shit, guys. We've been out here for a while now, right? Nobody wants to hear anymore name-calling.
If I'm gonna sit up here on the ramp, all cross-legged and handsome like this, there's only one person I want to talk about.Me.
By all rights, this is thirty people, every man, woman or leprechaun for themselves. Except I don't see it that way. There goes that contrarian spirit, dying hard. I view this as one against twenty-nine. Punk versus the world. I understand that that's not how this actually works. I'm not AJ Styles - I'm mentally equipped to participate in reality. I dunno, though. Maybe it's a Chicago thing. Did you guys see The Last Dance? That Bulls show on Netflix from like a year ago? Remember how MJ always had to turn everything into some sorta beef in his head, just to find an edge? It seemed pretty crazy, but it worked for him. I think I've got that same neurosis. Could be the water in Lake Michigan, could be something in the air, who knows? It doesn't matter.
Cause for me, this is philosophical. I already told you I want to win this thing for the sake of winning it. That hasn't changed. And it should be enough. But standing out here and baring witness to all your trite testimonials and ridiculous rants has just about made me sick to my stomach. We don't do this Royal Rumble thing every year, but every time we do it's always the same. Heading into the big brawl, EC3 or whoever's running shop let's all the kids out on to the playground to state their case with the same arguments and the same braggadocious bullshit. A worn out record skipping on one note. Identical pandering from boring men - to themselves, to us, you, whoever. Anyone that will listen. And every time, there are twenty-nine people who ends being liars, losers or idiots. Punk pauses on that note, the simmering tension briefly alleviated by a quick aside.I mean, except that one year when two people one, but I'd argue that you could lump them in the aforementioned categories, too. Sorry. Not sorry. Another shrug. Back to the point.So what, then? What value is there to me playing along to the same song and dance? This isn't my first rodeo. I've been one of the suckers caught up in the chase before. I headlined the first Wrestlemania and walked away with gold. I file the path to glory and all it's perks under "been there, done that" - same as this rat race. You can't see it when you're up close and stuck in it. Familiarity costs perspective. It took me walking away to truly understand that. Now I'm back and I want more. I want new. I want different.
I've heard this joke before. I know the punch-line and being in on it still doesn't make it funny. It makes me sick. Explaining its futile, too, cause you're all just gonna scoff at this and write me off, crack wise and shoot your shot. You stay down in that ring and struggle while I sit up here and yawn. The geometry of complacency looks more dull and less attractive to me right here and now then it ever has in my whole life, and that's saying something. I walked back through the door with the hopes of proving greatness to myself with a unique measuring stick - an obvious but heretofore ignored one. And now that I've gotten to know you all - now that I understand what you want and how you want to get it - I feel like I need more. To give more. Do more. Be more. You're all... still. Or at least stuck. Trapped in a wheel going around over and over again, with nothing new to show for it. I'm not trying to be abstract or vague here, so pardon me if what I'm getting at is getting lost - I'm here to fight the best in the world and now I'm just fucking bummed to find out that you're sooooo uninteresting. You're not any different than the guys I wrestled last time around.The Revolution has come and gone. The old UWF is dead and for a while now, you've been living in the brave, new world. You don't appreciate it, though. You're complacent. All of you. This company didn't crawl out of the stinking, mud-soaked mass grave the McMahons left it in to be lorded over by the laziest, least inspiring bunch of vanilla pricks the sport has ever seen. These fans deserve better. Invention. Creation. Art.
A Renaissance.
For all the things that separate us, the one that has me seeing myself as a man facing down the world is that I'm the only person here cultivating a spirit of ingenuity. I'm distinct, and in a match where everyone else is a dull shade of white, the single streak of color is the one the stands apart. A black sheep in the herd. Not just the Voice of the Voiceless, but the only one in the crowd with something worth saying.
I've ruffled some feathers these last few weeks but that's only because simple men are scared and frustrated by change. I am change incarnate, and when I win this Royal Rumble I'm going to use the platform you're all so desperate for to show you things you never even dreamed were possible. I don't expect you to be happy. I don't need you to be grateful. I'll settle for the satisfaction of seeing you all inspired, whether you like it or not. You're what pro-wrestling is and I am what it can be. So to the dozens, if not hundreds of people who have ever asked me what "CM Punk" stands for - just watch and find out. Punk drops his mic to the side and stays seated on the ramp. He isn't going to disrespect his opponents by leaving, though he doesn't look to be particularly interested in anything they might have to say next. While the crowd punctuates his message with a swarm of supportive cheers, Punk remains unfazed as he considers the ring and the people in it the same way a sculptor might view a slab of untouched marble.
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Post by Danny on Feb 8, 2021 5:19:05 GMT -6
Deadline for the ppv except the Rumble match itself. www.timeanddate.com/countdown/wrestling?iso=20210212T12&p0=24&msg=PPV+Deadline&font=serif&csz=1Live from Paris France, February 14th
Royal Rumble Match
UWF Championship Grave Consequences The Fiend(c) vs Katsuyori Shibata
Intercontinental Championship TLC Chris Jericho(c) vs AJ Styles
World Tag Team Championships The Dynamic Duo(c) vs Pete Dunne & Drew Galloway
Television Championship Rey Mysterio(c) vs Sammy Guevara
WARHORSE vs Miro
Pretty Gifted vs Time Machine
Cena & Eve vs H.I.T.
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Post by rebornmattsydal on Feb 8, 2021 12:50:57 GMT -6
My Time To Fly blares over the P.A. System and out walks Matt Sydal, he's wearing his black tights with the purple and neon green quatum physics vector emblem. His jet black hair is in a man bun. He sits down beside Punk but in a yogi style butterfly style.
He turns and waves at his old friend CM Punk.
Matt Sydal: Hey CM Punk, how ya doing.
He looks back to the camera focused on him
Matt Sydal: I'll be very honest, battle royals and Royal Rumbles just like a body slam challenge stipulation are not my strong suit. Powerhouses, heavyweights do better. I prefer a challenge, after being in this business for 20 years professionally, I am eager to go for even more challenges. I could've debuted on TV, destroyed a local talent jobber , instead i'm going into the rumble and i;m going to win. I am the best I've ever been. When it comes to that ring, that ring is my temple, I know every inch, every nook and cranny like the back of my hand. Come see what I'm saying!
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Post by Evolution J on Feb 8, 2021 19:13:13 GMT -6
Randy Orton laughs as he begins to clap his hands before he turns to face both CM Punk and Matt. Very impressive indeed. I see you still got it Phil. As for you Matt. Welcome back. It’s too bad your welcome is going to be overshadowed by getting eliminated early in the Royal Rumble. Now get back on the real subject here.
I have been hearing now all the talk of former Royal Rumbles winners like Dolph and CM Punk. As much I respect that they have earned their victories and have participated in it so many times. It is sad that their victories are in the past. Nobody is talking about the past. Everyone, especially these people are looking forward to the future. So I am extremely not surprised that Dolph Ziggler has left with his tail between his legs and ran off back to chill with his buddy Miz. Even he knew Cleveland wasn’t the shit even before Lebron left them for the Miami Heat and Lakers. We all know he still won’t admit he can’t repeat his winning the Royal Rumble again. He is just delusional like everyone else in the match and probably got dropped on his head way too many times as a kid growing up.
But now that we have Matt Sydal who wants to come add himself to the list of victims that I will take down. I honestly am not surprised at that. You may be quick and high flying, But once you get hit with RKO and then you will only come crashing down to the ring badly. I honestly hate to say this Matt. But you will just be welcome into UWF as another victim of the Legend Killer and get easily decimated within seconds before you step your foot through those ropes. That’s the hard truth my man. Deal with it. You are just going to be another sheep that will sacrifice his well being to the Viper himself and it will just bring me much closer to achieving my goal of winning the Royal Rumble.
But let's get back to you CM Punk. You want to say that you have been in this spot so many times and you are extremely confident that you have a huge chance of winning the big one again. I honestly do admire your confidence Phil. But being too overconfident can cause you to make huge mistakes that might get you eliminated from the Royal Rumble. I honestly can't say it to you because it is the truth and there is nothing you can do about it. Besides you may have been having a lot of experience doing this, It might just be a huge mistake on your part and not really help you Phil. If you don’t win it and then you might have to go back running to Chicago to hang out with your beautiful wife of yours AJ Lee.
Let’s get back to John Cena. Hey John Cena, maybe you shouldn’t rap because your rap game isn’t on point. Remember this isn’t high school anymore. This is the big leagues. If you are so tough. Why don’t you be a big man and stop hiding behind your girlfriend Eve. I am pretty sure she has bigger balls than you do Johnny boy. Besides I am pretty sure her MMA skills can outdo your five moves of death any day. As for Eve, it’s too bad you are stuck with a Hollywood reject. You should be with a real man who can make a lot of awesome movies and make millions of dollars like Dwayne. You see him becoming one of the hottest movie stars nowadays unlike Vanilla Ice wannabe over here. As for you John. Quit ripping off Vanilla Ice and leave NY. Go back to hang out with the Boston Red Sox with Mark Walberg.
You see no matter how much experience you have. It can either help you or cause you to fail in your achievements. Maybe back then, I am pretty sure you can still win a lot of gold with the past wrestlers of your time. But now, it is a different generation of new blood. The party in the back is extremely different. It’s isn’t the same as the folks that you are used to seeing nowadays. This time the new young blood is taking over and the old folks are just waiting for their time to end before going into retirement. You and everyone else know the saying. Out with the old and in with the new. And speaking of a new generation. I am part of the new generation and I promised you that your old generation in the locker room should move over because the new young blood is taking over. We are the new sheriffs now in UWF. And come at the Royal Rumble, all the wrestlers that you have seen in the past, and present. Right now, they will soon be extinct because a brand new regime has arrived. It’s the start of a new beginning and the end of the old era of UWF. The reign of the dangerous and psychotic Viper has now officially begun.
I can tell you right now Phil, this isn’t a broken promise. This is a done deal and if you or anybody in the damn locker room don’t believe it. And then you better believe it because I promised you that UWF will never ever be the same again when it gets taken over by the Viper leaving blood ashes in its place along the way. Every single competitor in this Royal Rumble that has either participated by trying their luck of winning the huge prize will automatically fall to their doom and their dreams shall be shattered when there is only one man left standing in that very ring having his hand raised up by the referee. It will be none other than the man with the most dangerous move of the three letters…...RKO. Randy Orton gives a smirk as he waits for a response from the other competitors.
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Post by ultrainstinct on Feb 8, 2021 19:37:37 GMT -6
Paul clears his throat emphatically into the microphone, thus obtaining everyone’s attention once again.Paul Heyman: “Now let us bring everything back to reality and the crushing and damning fact, that this years Royal Rumble winner hasn’t even showed their face yet. That is right UWF Universe, the fate of Randy Orton, CM Punk, Matt Sydal, AJ Styles, and everyone else’s dream of headlining WrestleMania is going to end in the exact same way. It’s going to end in misery, filled with agonizing regret, mixed with bitter pain from yet, another crippling and sorrowful defeat. My client is going be shattering WrestleMania dream’s left and right inside of the Rumble with each lifeless carcass that he tosses over the ropes. No one will be spared from harm’s way as my client is looking make an immediate impact from the very first second he enters the Rumble.”
“Randy hit the nail on the head perfectly by saying that a new regime is coming to the UWF. A brand new era is beginning on this road to WrestleMania, but I can assure the world it has nothing to do with the initials R..K..O. You see, Randy, while you may be a Viper, you no longer have the poisonous bite that you once had. At the Rumble, your fangs are going to pried from your mouth and your skin is going to get peeled right off your back. You’re going to get the wake up call of a lifetime when reality punches you in the gut and you fold up like a lawn chair in the backyard of a fourth of July bar-be-que.”Paul pauses for a moment, adjusting his tie before continuing. “But enough about Randy Orton and his delusional speech. Let’s back to the nitty gritty! You see, Everyone knows that The UWF is filled with the best wrestlers to grace the planet. Everyone understands that this is the BIG LEAGUE! This is where the big dogs come to play, this company is the cash cow. This organization is the one that the others look to mold their product after. Each person that can compete in this match will be reaching for the opportunity of a lifetime. The best wrestlers from all shapes and forms of life will all be competing their little, tiny hearts out. But there will be one man, that will stand above all the rest, and he will single handedly pry that chance from the rest of the pack.” Paul pauses once more, this time turning his attention to CM Punk and locking eyes with him. He doesn’t alter his glance nor does he blink as he lifts the mic to his face to speak once more. “You see folks, my client is a different kind of man. My client is a cut from a different cloth; he’s wired completely different than the rest of the superstars in the match. In fact, he’s spent his entire time away from the company, working on his craft and his skill, and getting better. He didn’t fly off to work in Hollywood and make movies nor did he go off to tell jokes in front of little crowds. You see, my client knew that he had a weakness in his armor; he understood that he had a chink in his armor. So he worked, trained, until he crossed the depths of hell and back. He PERFECTED his mind and his soul. He PERFECTED his physical attributes, his technique and his all-around craft and approach to the sport. He PERFECTED his ability to show up and compete. He PERFECTED his drive and motivation and all that spells out is bad and unfortunate news for the 29 other people who must compete against him in the Rumble. You see, my client is more like Michael Jordan in his prime, and he will prove that! CM Punk is an amazing competitor; he is a top tier athlete, and he is without a shadow of a doubt—one of the best competitors that this company has ever seen walk down this ramp and compete in that squared circle. But his comparison of himself was incredibly wrong, and deep down inside he knows it. You see, while he may DREAM of being another God-like figure in Chicago like Michael Jordan, he is more like Scottie Pippen. A world class athlete that is a Hall of Famer--that for some reason or another-- always sits in the backseat of another superstar who’s light just shines a whole lot brighter. Come Rumble time, CM Punk, you will once again reside in the shadow of someone else’s glory, but that shouldn’t be anything new right? At least this time you’ve have a crew of fellow loser’s to hold hands with as you all cry about your shared Rumble failures.”
“But I think I’ve kept everyone waiting for long enough right? I mean who is this un-named person who happens to be a mysterious surprise entrant in the Rumble? Who is going to be the man that swoops in like a thief in the middle of the night and steals the win? Who is going to be the man that—against all odds—going to wreak absolute carnage and DESTRUCTION in the Rumble?!”Paul Heyman pauses as a massive grin slides across his face. He lets the words resonate and soak in a bit more, before silencing the reaction in the arena. “Ladiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss and Geeeeennnnnnnnnnnnntlemen!!”
‘My name is Paul Heyman and I present to you, the winner of the 2021 Royal Rumble Winner!!”In a shocking matter, none other than the Architect himself, Seth Rollins appears from the back to an ovation from the crowd—seemingly more out of shock than love. The returning superstar emerges from the back to stand alongside his manager Paul at the top of the ramp.
Seth stares at everyone, starting with CM who’s the closest, before locking eyes with everyone else who still is ringside. Once his music stops and the ovations settles down, Seth lifts a mic to his face but he’s cut off by…..
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Post by Jimmy Uso on Feb 9, 2021 0:00:51 GMT -6
[before Seth could even speak to the Universe the right now hit's the P.a System when Cena and Eve Torres walks down the aisle after the music fades and heads straight towards the ring while talking to Seth and Paul Heyman]
John|Cena: yo yo yo, Randy Orton I hope you're listening don't you ever tell me who I can and can't not date you wind up in surgery with another broken neck at least you all set when you get your release whenever you go broke, rent the space between your mouth No, you don't like what I'm saying, I don't care, you get flipped off by anyone that's in the rumble but don't ever judge me or Eve like that dude, you're just a Dynamite rip-off Yo, you's a Legend Killer, but you missed a fang I tie your strings to acorns, so I can let my [bleep] hang You ready to settle this? Then come on out fight me. I ain't allergic to your rabies, dog! Go ahead and bite me
Eve|Torres: who r u calling a goldigger Randy. cause the last time that I checked that you was no where to be found and now all of sudden you decide to make a huge come back in just enter yourself in the men's n women's royal rumble match on Sunday then guest what you're not the only mother*f that's in the men's royal rumble because me and John are already in the royal rumble and when we settle our differences with Heroes in training then one of us will stand tall in win this years royal rumble match in challenge for any UWF Championship in headline to Main event Wrestle Mania.
John|Cena: Seth, talking to you is like talking to a caveman I'd be better of drawing a picture with sticks in the sand you're soft Seth. you ben Gay like ointment yea, you own the title - world's biggest disappointment! when a knife and a dictionary, you still couldn't cut a promo right I'm a new Big thing, dude you ain't even a prototype I told you payback's coming, so get ready to tape and tuck you careless? well I'm fearless, and I just don't give a---
Eve|Torres: and I swear to god if you ever or anyone else ever mention my name again about me dating Cena. then you all will get your asses handled by me when I eliminate your asses from this royal rumble that we all will meet in the same ring together to see who can out least twenty nine men in our rumble match this Sunday at the royal rumble.
John|Cena: So Sunday, John Cena's got to fight a King Beacon I'll rip out his crotch and make him see a gynecologist half man and half midget - is that supposed to impress me? man, my fist will swell your face - you'll be the white Dizzy Gillespie I bet you fans think that King Beacon's going to give me the 450 splash I'll beat his ass so sore, it's like he did a prison tour [loud] Yo, this is thuganmoics - I excel beyond sports He rocks a horn on his head, I rock a horn in my shorts [loud] and to that kid spanky, imitating my flows? I'm glad I broke his nose and ripped off his friggin' clothes He had the whole crowd chanting ''Cena Sucks'' [crowd chants] you think I do? Because I just don't give a ----
[Cena and Eve waits for Seth to respond back to them for interrupting The Messiah]
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Post by rawisrey on Feb 9, 2021 2:48:55 GMT -6
Bray Wyatt: Hey there everyone, I know it feels like it's been a bit quiet lately. But it's because I've been too distracted over what poor Katsuyori Shibata is set to face, the thought of it has been like a virus spreading inside me and all I can do is bunker down and hope I can get through it. Shibata has summoned out something he does not thoroughly understand, Shibata is a brave man. Calling himself the king of monsters proudly, he would run headlong towards any danger or challenge in his way. On Revolution itself, he used weapons to blind him, to choke the life out of him, and yet with one hand H̷̫̐̾e̶̩̓ brought him down into the coffin with him. I hate to tell you this Shibata, because in your encounter you got some licks in and might think you stand a chance. But you didn't face H̷̢̭̕i̷̛̪͎̊m̸̝͍̒, prepared...like H̵̫̉e̶͎͊ will be at the Royal Rumble. Wyatt hangs his head low for a moment almost seeming sad about what is going to happen at the Rumble. On Revolution you stepped up to him and you may now think that is all you need to do to get what you seek, you foolishly still have this mission to end me...When you've only assured your own end, because that's what H̵̫̉e̶͎͊ does...H̴̥̻͠e̵̞̓̓ breaks people and changes them forever, some for the better...Some permanently in ways they did not think possible. But the fact remains, H̶̛̫̼e̷̡͔͐̃will change you. And what's worse is you don't merely seek to challenge him, you seek to take from him. You are competing with h̸͎̅ȉ̴̡͇̒m̵̘̝͂̈ for the championship we've waited So long to attain, and there is nothing he won't do to keep. You've threatened the Funhouse, you've threatened the UWF Championship, and you've threatened us. And for what? you don't even fully know what you're fighting for so how can you hope to truly attain anything. You come from a time when if you found some monster you were supposed to be the good guy and target them. But what have I done that is wrong in your eyes Shibata? I've earned my position, climbed to the top of the mountain and won the UWF Championship all with loyal fans cheering me on. And yet you've set your entire life to ending me, that blind fury has lead you down a path you are not prepared for.Wyatts tone becomes monotone. You've been misguided by Kodama, but you still see yourself as the hero of your own story. And it's your inability to take a look a the full scenario, that has now brought upon you your own reckoning. That...is what this match is all about. Not my championship, not who is going to the Wrestlemania, this match is all about what it is named. Your mistakes, and the Grave Consequences they reap. The Fiend has got his claws in you, and he won't let go until there's nothing but a shredded pile of blood and bones left to drop into a box and shut the door on. I know you've been deep in thought every hour of every day now, trying to fully comprehend what's happened. But I want you to understand that, you will no longer have to worry. No longer will the questions of the world weigh your mind down. As nothing clears your mind like Fear, and you may scoff at that Shibata. You may think "no matter what, I'm not afraid", but that is what most people don't understand about Fear. It's a natural human function, it doesn't always reveal itself with "I'm scared" in your mind...but that flinch in your muscles when you brush against something sharp or hot, it's your natural fear. And The Fiend will pull yours out, and no longer will you worry about you doing the right thing or trusting the right people. The Only thing on your mind will be how you can get into the coffin as fast as possible. Sadly I don't have that answer for you Shibata, your consequences will be paid in full and it will be at His will. The only piece of advice I truly have for you before this match, is don't run...He likes the chase and you don't want him enjoying himself more than he already will.Wyatt chuckles to himself and holds the title on his shoulder close with a big hug like a child hugging a stuffed toy they are fond of before he starts to wave his hand. Say Bye everyone, say goodbye all my little fireflies to our friend Shibata. We've had so much fun together, but now the Shibata we all know and love will forever be gone...and who knows if there's going to be anything left for us to meet afterwards, but we all know that this is only because Ḩ̷̄e̶̩͘ is protecting us. So close your eyes, and cover your ears, nice and tight and don't peek until you know that He is done playing and has put his toys in the box and shut the lid. We're gonna have a lot of fun and games to play, Trust me...but when a disease infiltrates the recommended thing to do is rest. So rest your heads and ignore what is happening on screen when you see Shibata...because this purging is going to be particularly nasty. You let the wrong ones in your head Shibata, and dug your own grave...now you have no choice but to let him in and make you lay in it.
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Post by rebornmattsydal on Feb 9, 2021 7:49:11 GMT -6
Matt Sydal having enough has made his way closer down the aisle , he executes his signature nifty slide into the ring through the bottom ring rope and quickly snatches Cena’s mic.
Matt Sydal: John Cena, what happened to you? Did you get sent in a time by a time machine ? Look you can bust your rhymes and spit your bars , Orton can continue to speak in slow fashion like a speaker at a university , Paul Heyman can stroke Rollins desperate ego which is pathetic given his talent and Punk can continue dropping pipe bombs , You need to open your third eye
Matt puts his finger in John’s forehead
you’ll realize your hands are too short to box with a god! ( gesturing to himself ).
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Post by ultrainstinct on Feb 9, 2021 21:28:58 GMT -6
Paul Heyman clears his throat once more, thus commanding everyone’s attention again. He slowly raises the microphone to his lips once more as the UWF Universe continues to radiate electricity in the arena.
Paul Heyman: “My client’s return is not going to be like the vast majority of comeback’s that typically occur here. My client didn’t enlist the best managerial services that money can buy if he planned on sailing away like a tumbleweed in a few short weeks. This return is on par with some of the rarest astronomical events that the Universe has ever seen. I mean—we’re not just talking about the return of any regular average Joe here; we’re talking about a GENERATIONAL talent returning to kill 29 peoples dreams to see his own come true!!”
Paul Heyman pauses once more as he looks across what is left of the field of competitors. He begins speaking once the crowd noise dies down a bit.
“This is a man with a chip on his shoulder and he will not allow himself to be denied from the prize in which he seeks. If anyone dares to stand in the way, my client will send them flying over the top rope faster than the Kardashians can replace their ex-boyfriends. This is the road to glory and the winner will battle for the rights to sit alone on the throne and be crowned the King and the face of the company.”
“UWF Universe, look around at the men that will be competing against my client. Most of these men have already had their dances in the spotlight and it’s time for new blood to get a chance to rise—a chance to shine—and a chance to THRIVE. CM Punk, Randy Orton, John Cena, Chris Jericho, Dolph Ziggler, Cesaro have all headlined WrestleMania at some point in their respective careers. They’ve had their time in the limelight, and now it’s time for the birth of another star. That star being none other than the Legend in the Making, the Architect, the Demon Slayer, the PERFECTIONIST: SEEEEETTTTHHHHH RROOOOOOOOLLLLLLLINNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!”
The crowd cheers for the introduction of Seth who takes a moment to let the applause die down. He has a cold, serious, and slightly dangerous look in his eyes that could kill if looks were lethal. He raises the microphone to lips and begins to speak.
Seth Rollins: “Whatever it Takes.”
“That’s the mantra that I’m living by these days, whatever it takes. There isn’t a damn thing that I won’t do to make sure that I’m the only superstar who’s feet won’t touch the floor. I didn’t come back for hand outs nor did I come back to bury myself in failure once again. I came to erase the past of my shortcomings by forging an unforgettable trot back to glory on this beautiful road to WrestleMania! I came back to help this company put on the best product that it possibly can! I came back to become the UWF Champion! I came back for the fans and all the UWF Universe! I came back to make history!”
“Whatever It Takes; is exactly what I will do to make sure that my arm is the one lifted in victory. This match is going to be one of the biggest matches and opportunities in my lifetime. At the Rumble I’m going to lay it all down on the line and I plan on burning everything down that stands in my damn way.”
Seth lowers the mic as he locks eyes with the various competitors that remain out.
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Post by bodor on Feb 10, 2021 11:04:58 GMT -6
The fans are roaring, there's enough electricity in the air to power the entire city of Seattle Washington for the entire year but unfortunately, we still lack the technology to do that but you know what technology we do have? big ass screens connected to huge speakers that suddenly start playing a familiar movie...
The despicable, nasty, sleazy, sexy piece of bastard ass that is Taichi walks out to a showering of boos, didn't we get rid of him at Slammiversary? apparently not, as he's here right now and is doing even worse lip-syncing than before, quite an impressive achievement actually, he doesn't take time to revel in that achievement tho as after just a few moments of singing he motions with his hand for the music to stop so the only sound is the fans' boos, but he doesn't care, he paces back and forth on the top of the ramp waiting for the fans to tire out which they do quickly because they're smarks and hideously out of shape
Taichi: You thought you've gotten rid of me didn't you?
With a sly smirk on his face he scans the arena as the fans boo to show their disapproval and shock that Taichi is here
Taichi: Well you can relax puny mortals, it'll take a lot more than two thugs playing tough guys with toys to take me out for good and now I'm here, Dangerous T, and I'm ready and willing to win this rumble and then go and take back Suzuki's belt from whoever's holding it at Wrestlemania.
The next sentence that comes out of Taichi's mouth is swallowed by the crowd's laughter, every fan from the front row to the nosebleeds is laughing their intestines out at the thought of Taichi even winning this match and more so of him becoming the champ, the Black Saint looks at the people, slightly irritated and waits for them to calm down
Taichi: You don't think I can do it, fine, I love being the underdog, there's nothing I love more than proving some stuck up, nerdy, ugly, and miserable smarks, I don't know which joy will be greater, winning this match easily, bringing the UWF title back where it belongs in the Suzuki-Gun trophy case, or seeing your reactions as I do both of these things, really it'll be such a beautiful sight, the shock and horror on your faces as you realize everything you thought about me was wrong and everything I've said about myself is true, I AM the most dangerous striker in this company, I AM the biggest superstar there is or there ever will be in this stinking hole and I AM destined to become its champion and rule over the inferior creatures, everyone in the ring right now included.
Taichi stays at the top of the ramp, not bothering to at least making his way towards the ring and content with just addressing it exists, the fans don't like it but realize it'll be over quickly if they shut up and let the goth theater kid speak
Taichi: My stints here in the UWF were always as part of a group, Suzuki-Gun, the Prime Time Players, the Dangerous Tekkers, you never got the chance to see me by myself at full power but at the rumble, you finally will get that chance, since the show is named after the match I suggest the management change its name to something more appropriate to this year's match, I say "Taichi's Masterpiece!" or "The Dark Holy Emperor's coronation" what do you think?
Taichi lowers the mic and does the Hulk Hogan thing with the ears to hear the fans' reaction, they boo, he visibly dismisses them with his hands then goes back behind the curtain, leaving the fans, the wrestlers and everyone involved confused and a bit sexually aroused
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