Wrestlemania X Card and TTs

[Dres]

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: It’s cliche’ but it’s true: I don’t think I can overcome you, I know I can. I can overcome you for the same reason I was able to overcome Punk in his return match, for the same reason I was able to overcome the other twenty-nine and win the Royal Rumble to earn this opportunity, it’s simply because I’m A...J....Styles. And when I stand here and tell you that I’m better than even the old me, that I’ve ascended to a greater form, that I’m a, “Demi God”, I’m not pretending. You are pretending. You’re eternal? You’re everywhere? Give me a freakin’ break, Bray, I’m smart enough to not fall for your smoke and mirrors and buy into your illusions as reality. This is just poor Windham’s latest attempt to make his Bray Wyatt character the latest spooooky guy in the history of spooky guys. Well you can turn the lights out so you can “appear”, you can play a pre-recorded message on the titantron in your old gear and pretend that’s a split personality, you can pull an Undertaker or Kane and seemingly command lightning or fire at will, I’m not falling for any of it. Far be it from me to try and be your shrink but you’re delusional, and that’s why I call you a cartoon character because at the end of the day, that’s what you are, an over animated cocktail of delusional, fallacy, fantasy, and unchecked imagination mixed inside a fairy tale balled up into a daydream. You talk about grandeur, you talk about fear, you talk about denial, but really you’re just talking about yourself which is fitting considering how much you talk to yourself but you wanna play games, we’ll play games.

AJ gestures to the titantron screen where he’s standing backstage.



”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: How many times are you going to ask to be let in, you broken record? We get it, you think there’s something to be fixed, to be altered, to correct. Homeless beggars advocate for change less than you do. The thing is though, it’s all your opinion, and your opinion on all of this is like reading from unordained text: it’s not the gospel. Stoners think less highly of themselves when they’re under the influence, Bray. And you may be asking yourself Wyatt has to be this way with so much hostility and anger but the answer is simple...

Things pan back to AJ standing in the ring.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: It’s because of those sins I keep talking about. You’ve stolen from me things and people that have meaning and while you think you’re doing them a favor or even me a favor, you’ve just done yourself a disservice, and it’s all about to backfire on you at Wrestlemania. THAT’S the real danger in this, THAT’S the real wing melting heat to worry about, and if you don’t heed that warning or notice that danger then you’re even more of a fool than I thought you were. You want to compare me to a worm and yourself to the bird that eats it, but I’m not here to nourish you, I’m here to do the opposite and make sure you expire. The UWF Championship has been mine before and it will be mine again, and to do it I’m going to beat you to the point that all you’ll be able to do is let it happen.

[George]

Punk really has a whole lot of nerve trying to mock the Warhorse, especially with his track record here in the UWF, and the Warhorse knows that for damn sure. He looks up and down this cocky individual and grunts, raising his microphone back up to his mouth.

WARHORSE: WE ALL KNOW FOR DAMN SURE YOU’VE GOT YOUR HEAD SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU’RE PRACTISING LOOKING AT THOSE LIGHTS. SO FAR YOU DON’T REALISE WE’VE SEEN THROUGH YOU FOR MONTHS. MONTH AFTER MONTH WE SEE YOU LIE CONSISTENTLY TO WHOEVER THE HELL YOU’RE FACING, THEM OUT THERE, AND YOU, YOURSELF. YOU LIE TO YOURSELF SO DAMN WELL THAT YOU PROBABLY EVEN BELIEVE IT.

The Warhorse scans the sights of Punk, clearly not catching on to what the Warhorse is talking about at this very moment, but he takes a step back.

OH? NOT RINGING ANY BELL OFF IN YOUR THIN, FRAGILE SKULL OVER THERE? LET THE WARHORSE REMIND YOU. BACK MONTHS AGO YOU TRIED TO TELL EVERYONE HOW THIS WAS FOR YOUR LEGACY, YOUR PRIDE FOR THE SPORT, YOUR NAME. OFFENDED BY THE MERE SUGGESTION, THE CUSP OF THE IDEA THAT IT WAS ALL FOR SOME PAYCHEQUE. AND LOOK WHERE WE ARE TODAY. A BODYGUARD AT YOUR SIDE BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO DAMN SCARED TO FACE THE WARHORSE LIKE A MAN.

YOU’VE GOT SO MUCH PISS STREAMING DOWN THAT LEG OF YOURS, YOU COULD CUT THE RIBBON ON THE CM PUNK PISS RIVER.

AND FOR A MAN SO FORMIDABLE. A MAN WHO HAS SO MUCH NAMESAKE TO CLAMMER OVER, YOU’D THINK HE’D HAVE A BIT OF GODDAMN COURAGE FOR SOMEONE YOU LOVE TO CALL MEDIOCRE. IF I AM, WHAT DOES IT MAKE YOU? SOMEONE WHO HAS A HEART ATTACK WHEN A BASKETBALL GAME BREAKS 40?!

Warhorse laughs very audibly.

MUST BE A DILEMMA FOR YOU BEING THIS MELODRAMATIC, I BET YOU HAVE HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES IN YOUR SLEEP ABOUT BREAKING YOUR NAIL AFTER GETTING THWACKED DOWN TO THE MAT A LITTLE TOO HARD. HELL, YOU’D THINK THAT A MAN WITH THAT MUCH FREIGHT WOULD BE A BIT MORE CHOICE WITH HIS WORDS. I MEAN HELL, IT’S NOT LIKE THE GREAT CM PUNK IS SCARED OF THE WARHORSE RIGHT?

I MEAN, THAT’D BE WHY HE LOVES TO DEFEND HIS ONLY WIN OVER ME BY SAYING I CAN’T BEAT HIM. YES. RIGHT. THE MATCH WHERE CM PUNK PUSHED THE WARHORSE OUT OF THE RING, AND STOLE THE WIN THAT THE WARHORSE HAD IN THE PALM OF THE WARHORSE’S HAND. HOW ABOUT THE OTHER MATCH?

OH RIGHT.

THE WARHORSE DOMINATING CM PUNK RELENTLESSLY THROUGHOUT THE MATCH UNTIL THE REFEREE COUNTED OUT BOTH THE WARHORSE AND YOU. IT MUST BE A HELLUVA HIGH HORSE TO SIT ON, PAL, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT DOESN’T HAVE ANY LEGS.

The Warhorse chuckles and looks at Punk’s UWF Intercontinental Championship.

IT MUST HAVE THE WARHORSE QUAKING IN HIS BOOTS. ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED, HORRIFIED, THAT THE WARHORSE HASN’T PUT THOSE SHOULDERS TO THE FLOOR FOR A THREE COUNT. NO. NOT AT ALL REALLY. IT JUST BUGS ME HOW YOU THINK THAT THIS WAS ALL COMING TO YOU. LIKE THIS WAS SOME INDEBTED PRIZE YOU’VE PICKED UP ON CLICK AND COLLECT ON YOUR WAY HOME.

LIKE YOU DIDN’T CHASE STYLES FOR THE EXACT SAME THING THAT YOU THINK THAT THE WARHORSE FEELS ABOUT YOU. MUST BE A CHOICE WAY TO LIVE, PROJECTING YOURSELF ONTO PEOPLE.

THE MORE I LOOK AT YOU, I REALISE WE’RE NOTHING ALIKE. NOTHING MAKES THE WARHORSE LIKE YOU. AS WITH YOU, ALL I SEE IS A LIAR, A COWARD AND A MAN WHO’S SO ENTITLED HE CAN’T EVEN SEE IT, DESPITE IT GLARING LIKE A HOT SUMMER’S SUN IN A NAKED EYE. I’VE BEEN SAYING WHAT I MEAN, THE INTENTIONS ARE AS CLEAR AS DAY. BOLD IN LIVING COLOUR.

The Warhorse pauses slightly realising an accidental, or intentional reference to CM Punk’s better known theme. One that’s better than Coldplay, that’s for sure.

AND WHILE YOU WANT TO PLAY HIDE AND SEEK WITH YOUR INTENTIONS, LET IT BE KNOWN I HAVE MY EYES ON ONE THING AND ONE THING ONLY, AND THAT’S BECOMING THE UWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION. HELL, I’LL HOLD IT FOREVER AND EVER, AND THERE WON’T BE A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO MUCH OF A COWARD TO BOTHER.

AS THE WARHORSE IS MORE THAN MEETS YOUR BEADY EYES. YOU’VE GOT NO SKIN IN THE GAME, PUCK, IT HAS YOU BROAD IN THE FIELDS STARK WITH YOUR PANTS DOWN.

The Warhorse lowers his microphone again and awaits another egotistical speech from the Pepsi Drinking, No Good, Yellowed Teeth, Greasy Haired, Notebook Arm, Ass, man.

[kingbaileyb]

As "Blazing Heart" begins to play throughout the arena, Jonathan Gresham emerges from behind the curtain with a cocky grin on his face. Jonathan is coming off of his debut victory of Tommaso Ciampa! He makes his way down to the ring, making sure to look a few fans in the eyes in a way that says "I told you so" without ever having to speak a word. He finally arrives to the ring and walks up the steps, collecting a microphone that had been waiting for him. Jonathan makes sure to wipe both feet on the apron before entering the ring and walking to the center of the ring.

JONATHAN GRESHAM: "I told you.."

Gresham stops to allow the fans to react to three simple words. The fans don't take kindly to Gresham's arrogance as they lash out with boos directed towards the Keeper of the Catch!

"That's right, I told everyone that I was going to beat Tommaso Ciampa and make the first impression I said I would. Prove to the world that WRESTLING can still get the job done, and IT DID! But of course, me saying that wasn't enough for any of you. Nobody actually believed me. Not the boys in the back, not any of you 'fans', hell not even Corey Graves thought I was gonna do anything! BUT...I....DID!"


Gresham pauses once more to soak in the boos of the fans who now begin chanting "BORING" over and over in an effort to get under Gresham's skins. Gresham just chuckles and laughs it off as he continues his speech.

"Now I hear that at Wrestlemania, I'll be competing in a Ladder Match to determine who gets a future shot at the Television Title. Me in a Ladder Match isn't something that you'd think I'd be happy about. Usually when you think of Ladder Matches you think of daredevil risks and a bunch of dudes slamming each other on the ladder for 20 minutes. You might think to yourself, 'man, Jonathan is really gonna have to change his style to have any chance in this' right? That sound like something our 'professional' broadcasters might say. Well, I want everyone who doubted me last time to really listen to this part. I'M NOT CHANGING A GODDAMN THING!"

"I will bring my catch as catch can style into this Ladder Match and stretch everyone everyone's leg so far in the wrong direction they won't be able to walk for weeks, let alone climb a ladder at Wrestlemania!"



Gresh' begins to pace back and forth in an attempt to calm himself after getting a bit worked up thinking of his doubters not giving him the credit he deserves after beating Tommaso Ciampa on last week's Revolution.

"I look at the field of competitors in this Ladder Match and I truly believe, with all due respect, that not one of them on is close to being on my level! Sure they all have their upsides. Like Roddy Piper for example, his upside was...40 years ago! Roman Reigns? He's got movie star good looks and charisma like no other, but he can't WRESTLE his way out of a paper bag! John Cena? Cena's cool, man. I can bump his raps while I'm making the next town, and that's just about all he's gonna get from me. Hornswoggle? HORNSWOGGLE? This is embarrassing. This guy has something wrong with him. He's always coming out here cursing like he's a 12 year old, calling himself a king, and constantly making a mockery of this sport that I love so much! So I can't wait to hurt you so badly that you never mock my profession ever again!"

"And that brings me to Matt Sydal. Matt, I gotta be honest with you. I have no respect for you. I have LESS than no respect for you. You are not a professional wrestler, a hell of a gymnast, but you are NOT a professional wrestler. You come out here talking about being Zen and doing your yoga like some kind of hippie, so I guess the fact that you have some sort of connection with these fans shouldn't really surprise me. You're the exact type of 'wrestler' that made me want to come here! So I want you to know, I'm coming for you first. I'm coming to show you up, and show all these people that your style is all flash and NO substance!"

Gresham lowers the mic and begins to exit the ring when...

[Fauche]

Brooks rolls his eyes, dismissing WARHORSE's childish sentiments and launching back into it.

Punk: Yeah, okay Optimus. "More than meets the eye"? You're exactly what you look like, buddy. A nostalgia-trip knock-off of guys whose boots you'll never grow up to fill. Just a miniature version of the giants of the rock n' wrestling era. Ya know, when I first came in and all the bitter, washed-up "legends" working as road agents told me I didn't have the right look, much less the stature necessary to make it in this racket, I didn't start dressing up like the Macho Man or Taker to change their minds. No... instead I was true to what makes me. I bet on myself and it turned out myself was better than those guys anyway. Whereas you're a boy borrowing clothes that don't fit.

It's a cheap imitation, and those juiced-up gorillas would've bounced your tiny ass out of the locker room in a heartbeat. Size and gimmick theft in the first degree would be reason enough, but in your case, there's something even deeper that makes you so fucking detestable. It's a lack of authenticity. You're fake. Totally phony. A tired punch line on repeat, skipping like warped vinyl. Anyone in the world could take a look at you and figure out that you're wannabe wrestler, and it wouldn't take more than a once-over of your few marquee match-ups to see that the running theme, from your record to your personality, is a total absence what's commonly called the "it factor". The things that worked for better men you're trying to make work for you just don't, because you lack the heart to make them. It's painfully obvious. Transparent. Plain as day.

So "more than meets the eye"? Nah. I don't think so. I know everything there is to know about you because there isn't that much to know.



I'm getting the feeling that you still really don't know jack about me, though. And hey, like, that's fine. I'm not losing sleep about being misunderstood by a guy with the IQ of a toothbrush, but maybe instead of us going back and forth about which of us is the liar and the coward, I'll school ya for a sec here.

There's no hiding intentions, no smoke and mirrors or obfuscation when it comes to me. I've had the same M.O. since I walked back in the door. I want to prove I'm the best in the world. Granted, at first I thought I do that by working around the busted-ass structures and systems that are entrenched into the daily workings of this organization. There was just a little too much resistance there, though. Things got... complicated. So I took what kids today are calling a "side quest" and won this title here.

Again, Punk directs everyone's attention to his strap, propping it further up on his shoulder with a short shrug.

That was mostly to tag AJ back and to show that I could. I don't need a fashion accessory to validate my existence as an athlete the way guys like you do. On that note, I'm happy to play keep away and dangle the carrot just to see how riled up it gets ya. That's only going to be fun for so long, I bet. You're already getting boring. I can only stand to hear you threaten to beat me without admitting that you've never really beaten anyone when it counts.

Back to my point... it's probably tough for you to wrap you head around my utter indifference to the prestigious Intercontinental Championship because you're such an idiot. I'm not saying that to be mean, either. It just a fact. Like how you can't comprehend why Joe's here - it's not because I'm scared of you. We've been over this. He's an insurance policy. He's around to make sure you can't steal something you didn't earn. My first night back on the job, AJ grabs the ropes to cheat a win away. A few weeks later, you and Rollins screw me over in a match with HBK. That's two bent losses that the office refuses to review the tape on. EC3 himself said that it's just par for the course. Fine. This is me taking matters into my own hands. I'm looking after myself because nobody else is going to. If you're too fucking dumb to get that, I'm not surprised, but if you honestly think you can bait me into sending Joe to the back for this one so you can worm your way on to the podium, you're dreaming kid. I'm not ashamed to have this killer standing in my corner - if anything, I'm ashamed that this company didn't leave me with a choice.

On that note, Joe steps forward, interjecting.

Joe: Hey, mind if I step in here?

The Champ steps back, gladly offering up the floor to his partner.

Punk: Yeah man. Please, be my guest.

Joe: Much obliged.



I'm getting tired of you talking about me like I'm not standing right here. Little man, I'm right here. See me?

The Samoan Submission Machine pauses and stands tall and wide, letting WARHORSE get a good look.

Yeah. That's right. You know. Now Punk? He's toying with you. He'll get you all worked up, chasing your own tail like a mutt and by the time you finally bite yourself in the ass, he's ready to put you down. Me? I don't play with my food. I've never seen a wrestling contract that pays by the hour so I've never seen the sense in beating around the bush.

Punk and I, we're of a similar mind when it comes to a lot of things, but make no mistake about it, I'm my own man. Concerning that Intercontinental Championship, or any title in this organization, we have some shared contempt for their depreciation, sure. Except I'm not so cynical. I see value, still. Time was when that strap right there was called the "worker's title". Maybe the bosses wouldn't book you in the main event cause you didn't have the right connection, but any man scrappy enough could earn that thing.

I miss those days.

Joe stops to reminisce about times long gone. He gazes off with a thousand-yard stare for a bit before before cracking the slightest of smirks.

Lucky for me, I'm in a position to do something about it. Wrestlemania. The Granddaddy. Punk versus WARHORSE for the gold. You've spent all night trashing another man's legacy when your focus ought to be on making your own. But you're just pretend tough, huh? Yeah you are. I've seen how you do. Not a word my man has spoken about you has been off mark yet. Makes me think there's going to be a moment at some point in the match where you finally accept that you don't have enough in the tank to cross the finish line first. Out there, under the biggest spotlight for the fist time with two histories - one of failure, one of being a snake. All of sudden, they come back to play and you go low. You get hopeless and hopeless turns to desperate and desperate turns to dangerous.

I'll be waiting for that wiring to short out. I'm watching to see you snap. When you do... I'll be there. I'll be ready. And the instant you try and play by your own rules, like you did when you got made guest Ref, or when you hit my boy from behind - I'm gonna choke you out, son. You think I give a shit about a disqualification? You think I care if this match gets thrown out cause you didn't have the stones to go out like a man? You're dead wrong. Dead... wrong. It goes down the right way or it doesn't go down. All that glory and fame you picture coming with being a champion? Imagine it like it's an exclusive club and I'm the bouncer. You fuck around, you're out the door and I'm not asking politely.

To me, Renaissance means rebirth. Revitalization. Restoration. You step outta line, you take a nap. There's only one way someone takes that title off Punk and it's the right way. The Honorable way. The Pure way. That's our history and its this place's future. We've seen too much otherwise and now those days are done. Wanna hang on? Then you can go extinct with 'em. I'm not here to keep anyone safe - I'm here to keep everyone else honest. If you can't be that, then boy, you got a big problem coming your way.

Joe positions himself between Punk and WARHORSE, making it clear that there's an imposing obstacle between the career contender and his championship ambitions.

[George]

The Warhorse glances around at the pair of pals. He raises his microphone up quickly, no foreplay, directing his talk to the man who just learned how to say words again after his embarrassment back on Resistance.



WARHORSE: COOL NEWS, DOUCHEBAG. DON’T GET TOO FIRED UP ABOUT IT GETTING YOUR HOLY MASTER DISQUALIFIED, BECAUSE YOU MIGHT VOMIT UP THE LUNCH YOU ATE OF THE SACK OF BONES OVER HERE, AND EVERYONE ELSE’S IN THE GENERAL VICINITY.

THROWING AROUND YOUR WEIGHT CLEARLY GETS YOURSELF SOMEWHERE IN YOUR HOUSEHOLD, SO WHO’S THERE TO STEP IN THE WAY?! I MEAN HELL, IT MIGHT BE THE ONLY WAY YOU GET YOUR DICK HARD THESE DAYS. THROWING A CHAMPIONSHIP AROUND YOUR WAIST WASN’T SOMETHING YOU COULD KEEP UP FOR LONG. I DON’T KNOW IF THIS PEPSI DRINKER OVER HERE TAKES A WHOLE LOT OF SOCIAL CUES FROM YOUR PAST, I MEAN HELL, IT MIGHT JUST BE WHY HE’S THE MAN WHO STANDS RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF THE WARHORSE.

THE MAN WHO NEEDS TO CALL UP A FAILURE, A NON START, A SLIP UP, A HAS BEEN TO CHECK HIS BACK. WHO KNOWS. ALL I KNOW, IS THAT I DON’T THINK THIS ASSHOLE, JOE, SMOE, LOW-HANGING FRUIT EVEN HAS THE GODDAMN BALLS TO PULL UP ON THE WARHORSE.

The Warhorse’s bold statement of, as the kids would say, thinking Samoa Joe “ain’t shit” clearly isn’t well received in the room, but well by the crowd, who has only recently returned to his favour.

AS IT’S CLEAR PUNK THINKS THIS FORMER - LET ME REPEAT FORMER - CHAMPION OF THE UWF’S HISTORY HOLDS ANY GODDAMN BEARING ON THE WARHORSE. ANY KNOCK ON THE MATTER OF FACT THAT THE WARHORSE IS GOING ON TO WRESTLEMANIA TO SHOW THE WORLD WHAT A FRAUD CM PUNK TRULY IS. THE IMPOSTER SYNDROME WILL GOBBLE THE MAN, AND THE ONLY WORK YOU’LL BE ABLE TO SCRAPE, JOE, IS PICKING UP THE MAN’S BEER CANS OF MISERY.

I KNOW WHAT FUCKING TASK IS AT HAND, AND THAT’S A MAN TO BEAT. I’M NOT HERE TO GET IN BED WITH HIS SKINNY, WEAK, BONEY WIFE, NO, THAT’S JOE’S JOB CLEARLY.

The crowd cheer this dig of Joe being Punk’s personal wife pleaser, as he can’t do it himself, because he’s too afraid his dick might hit him from behind.

REALLY SCREAMS PURIST, MAN OF THE CRAFT. BEING THAT TYPE OF WIFE PLEASER PROBABLY BRINGS ALL OF THE BANK BACK OF WHEN YOU FELL OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH THE LAST TIME. AT LEAST BOTH OF YOU HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF CHEMISTRY, BEING HAS BEENS AND ALL.

I MEAN, WHAT THE WARHORSE IS SAYING IS, IT’S ALL GOOD CRYING ABOUT HOW THE 80S WERE THE BEST ERA OF MUSIC. IT’S ALL GOOD CRYING ABOUT THE OLD DAYS, BACK WHEN YOU COULD SCRAPE A BUCK FROM YOUR BOOKER FOR A CHEAP WHOREHOUSE AND GO HOME HAPPY ABOUT IT. I BET IT REALLY FLOATED SOME BOATS. BUT NOW? TIMES HAVE CHANGED, GRAMPS.

THE PLACE WE STAND IS THE GODDAMN NOW, NOT THE FACEBOOK GROUP OF MEMORIES. THE WARHORSE IS HERE FOR A PURPOSE, AND IT’S MORE THAN YOUR NOSTALGIA TRIP OF SUPERIORITY. THE WARHORSE IS HERE FOR YOUR GODDAMN SHIT, PAL, AND HELL, I’LL DO WHAT I WANT ON THE WAY, BECAUSE THAT’S JUST HOW I ROLL, YEAH?!

IT’S THE WAY THE WARHORSE OPPORTATES FUELED BY ALL OF THE HORSEPOWER YOU WISH YOU COULD EVEN IMAGINE. YET THAT’S ALL OUT OF YOUR MIND. THAT’S ALL OFF THE CONSCIOUS OF THE OH SO GREAT CM PUNK AND SAMOA JOE, WALKING ON UP HERE TO WAVE THEIR DICKS ABOUT AND REAP THE REWARDS OF AN EGOTISTICAL MIND. COOL, LIVE THAT FANTASY UP IN YOUR HEAD, BOYS, BECAUSE THE WARHORSE IS DOWN HERE ON PLANET EARTH SHOWING WHY THE WARHORSE MEANS SHIT AROUND HERE, PALS.

The Warhorse stands his ground.

WITH FACING EVERY CHALLENGE COMING MY WAY, AND I DON’T HAVE TO. I DON’T HAVE TO TEAR THROUGH EVERY OPPONENT HEADED MY WAY NO QUESTIONS ASKED, BUT THE WARHORSE DOES, AND HAS DONE FOR THESE PAST FEW MONTHS. LONGER THAN YOU’VE BEEN BACK, AND LONGER THAN JOE OVER HERE EVEN THOUGHT OF GETTING OF HIS COUCH FOR ANOTHER SLICE OF PIZZA FOR.

I MEAN AFTER ALL, IT SEEMS LIKE A LOT OF EFFORT FOR SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T CARE IN THE SLIGHTEST TO BACK THIS ALLEGED EMPIRE AGAINST A MAN SUCH AS THE WARHORSE, THE MAN THAT YOU’LL COUNT OUT QUICKER THAN THAT REFEREE DID THAT FATEFUL NIGHT MANY MOONS AGO. SO WHAT?!

A FORMIDABLE CHAMPION CAN’T WATCH HIS OWN BACK FROM A SINGLE MAN. A MAN WHO WOULD’VE BEEN IGNORED EVEN MORE IN YOUR MIND IF YOU GOT YOUR WAY AND HAD AN EASIER CHALLENGE THAN THE WARHORSE LIKE SETH ROLLINS.

The Warhorse looks around the arena, scanning quickly.

I MEAN, WHO’D HAD BEEN A STRONGER CHALLENGER THAN THE WARHORSE? A MAN ON A ROLL, A MAN TEARING UP ALL OF THE OPPORTUNITY LIKE JOE DOES WITH HIS BUTTER DRENCHED GARLIC BREAD. LOOK AT HIM! LICKING HIS CHOPS, AH DON’T DENY IT ASSHOLE, WE ALREADY KNOW WHAT’S ON YOUR MENU NOW.

I BET YOU’D RATHER HAVE THAT ON YOUR MIND THAN THE WARHORSE BEING A BIG DEAL IN THE LAND OF YOUR MIND. BEING A THREAT TO YOUR RICHES THAT YOU SKIPPED RAGS FOR. ALL FOR THE CREDIBILITY THAT YOU’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE. THE OH SO PRECIOUS FACT OF TENURE.

TALENT TRIUMPHS, AND THE WARHORSE HAS A HELLUVA LOT MORE STACKED OVER YOU, MR WRESTLING.

I AM THE FIGHTER I’VE PROVED TO BE, ONE OF GRIT, ONE OF INTENSITY THAT COULD SUFFOCATE ANY MAN WALKING THROUGH THESE COMPANIES’ DOORS AND WITHIN. FUELED BY RAW HORSEPOWER, AND THE PASSION TO PUT THE CHERRY ON THE TOP OF YOUR FALL. YOUR CASTLE WILL FALL, MR RENAISSANCE, GO GET A FEATHER PEN AND COMPLAIN ABOUT IT IN YOUR DIARY WHEN THE INEVITABLE HAPPENS.

The Warhorse lowers his microphone yet again after another witty, smart, insightful, generally wonderful insight from the mind of Jake Parnell. That was the Joy Of Painting, thank you, good night.

[rawisrey]

Bray Wyatt: Smoke and Mirrors, AJ I thought you were this Demi-God that was better than anyone else. You want to try and say I repeat myself, but all you're doing is repeating records that have already been broken, buried, and forgotten about. You're not gonna fall for it, it's funny... every single person that's ever faced me has said that.

The titantron lights up with the image of Damien the Dog puppet.

Damien The Dog: Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. Quote, Arthur Conan Doyle.

The screen blacks out and Wyatt continues.

I'm sure you think you're somehow oh so clever for thinking you've got the answers, but if the answers are so simple, and Everyone before saw them just like you do. Why are they All gone? Why am I still holding this puppy right here? Hahah You are just not sure how to take a person at his word who says things you don't want to hear, the truth hurts you. You always lie without a second thought because you don't think twice about your statements. That's part of what's wrong with you, you make these grand promises and think you are good enough to pull off anything you say. But if you think it's all smoke and mirrors my friend, look at the facts. I say I'm going to make Rey Mysterio better, and he's a champion. You say you're going to remain champion throughout Mania and you're no longer champion. You say you're going to eradicate people, and yet I think only I've been doing that at a consistent basis. You say you're going to find the Firefly Funhouse and in less than a couple hours you give up and call me out. You're not "pretending to be a Demi-God", but you can't even keep a championship around your waist, you can't even protect your friends. I understand the attempts of saving face, but to flat out Lie with such tenacity is unbecoming.

Wyatt shakes his head and looks out towards the crowd.

Look at allll my little fireflies, each and every one of them happy...Content...Joyous. When you were on their good side, you let them down. Now you'd probably be inclined to say you Want them to boo you, but the reason is because eventually all the lies come back to haunt you. I've quit my deceitful ways, but you are at a whole nother level of spreading your lies. For being at such a higher level, you're no better than you were and no better than anyone I've already played it. And isn't that the Worst thing I could possibly say to you? hahahha, not that you're lacking, not that you'll fail, not that you've never been as great as you think you are. The most biting insult to AJ Styles, is that he's not Special in any way, but sadly sometimes we need to learn our harshest truths before we can move on. Fire has defeated you at Wrestlemania before, but I've been playing with fire all my life and I know just how to do it. That's the most telling thing about us my friend, you think I'm not taking this seriously enough but I've had nothing but high marks for your ability and talent.

Bray starts to chuckle to himself for a moment before continuing.

I mean you won the Royal Rumble, you were a great Intercontinental Champion, you are the Phenomenal AJ Styles. You deserve all the respect in the world, but you...You have openly said you don't respect me. You've only called me a cartoon and made oh so delightful little references that most of my fireflies wouldn't get, and that's why I'm so worried for you. Because the others, they at least knew the chances of what might happen to them when they came at me...to a degree, how could they ever expect to have everything torn away. But you don't acknowledge it, you reject the idea of your own demise and that is very very dangerous. It can work for you against others, not knowing your own limitations, not knowing when is enough is enough can push you to do extraordinary things. But there is one Evolutionary truth that everyone falls to, and that's that the species that openly walks into the fire doesn't survive long enough for their genetic gene pool to continue on to the next generation. Because Fear isn't about bravery, or courage. Fear is your natural instinctual warning for self preservation. And if you're not going to self preserve AJ, I'm afraid you've only yourself to blame for Ev-ry-thing that is coming to you at Wrestlemania. So go on thinking 'talking' to myself is an insult, because on the grandest stage of them. You're gonna be the foolish one, hitting yourself over and over...and OVER again. You may not think so, but everything I do will be brought upon you yourself. And a man that brings about his own demise like this, well that... is a Mortal Sin.

[Dres]

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: So in other words I’m committing suicide by going through with this. Well you’re right, I do reject the possibility of my demise, because while you’re going to try like hell to keep the UWF Championship from me, ultimately you’re going to fail to do so, and it doesn’t bother me to continuously repeat that because it tastes sweeter every time it leaves my lips. The only thing that’ll be sweeter is when Wrestlemania comes and I follow through on that. In the meantime, I can think of some other sweet things I could do like put a muzzle on that mutt or put your precious fireflies in jars without any air holes poked in the top. But that’d be disrespectful, wouldn’t it? Aww, poor ol’ Bray got his feelings hurt. I’ll admit, I’m as disrespectful as I am cocky but take some accountability because you were the first to get disrespectful in our trading of words a few months ago and you’ve been pissing on any chance of you getting my respect since then so as far as that goes, find you a straw and suck it up. Because I’m not going to show you any respect, I’m not going to acknowledge any of the supernatural things you think you can do because you can’t actually do anything supernatural, and even if you could my reaction would have people watching swearing I was a Winchester because I’d shut that crap down real quick! Instead you act like this is a freakin’ child’s playground game where anything I try to do is going to be met with, “Nuh uh, I have invincibility” or, “I put up a force field to block” or something like that.

But I’m sure you’ve heard that before too, right? Well here’s the thing, you want to know why they aren’t here and you still have that but after Wrestlemania I’ll still be here and will have it instead? Because I can back up everything I say and they couldn’t. And you can clench your eyes shut and stick your fingers in your ears and cry that I’m a liar until you turn blue in the face, the fact of the matter is I’m not lying, you’re just guilty of what you accused me of suffering from, inability to handle the truth. But as I stand here ever confident and growing moreso with each passing moment, let’s not pretend that you’re giving me my just due. Because just as sure as I’m not entertaining the possibility of a Bray Wyatt victory, you aren’t entertaining the possibility of an AJ Styles victory. And that’s just more evidence that you’re a fool, just like you trying to speak things like me not being anything special into existence is evidence that you’re a fool. I’m going to flip one more accusation back at you while we’re on that subject because it’s you that isn’t special. Your fireflies don’t make you special, your Funhouse doesn’t make you special, your puppets don’t make you special, nothing makes you anything to write home about you’ve just coasted by until now without that being exposed. Whether it was the Enlightened Saviors, the Unholy Trinity, the Wyatt Family, or anyone else you’ve run with, you always had someone to hide your weaknesses and that brings what I’m saying full circle back to when I said Ethan can’t protect his investment anymore.

At Wrestlemania, the world is going to find out that while you can talk a big game and dress yourself up to be an impressive package, you’re just as expendable as all the other times the UWF let you off of its payroll. But what you carry, that’s not, and that’s why I respect it and not you. Drew Galloway and Go Shiozaki think the prize they’re competing for is the most important, WARHORSE thinks he’s gunning for the cream of the crop, even Rey Mysterio and Randy Orton are convinced they’ll have the grandest reward up for grabs, but it’s what’s on the line in this that matters most. The UWF Championship and redemption are waiting for me on the grandest stage of them all and I don’t give a damn if you think that’s disrespectful, egotistical, a lie, an exaggeration, or anything else because like it or not, believe it or not, it’s happening. So sayeth the, “Demi God”, Amen and Amen.

AJ drops his microphone as his music hits again as he steps through the ropes and starts heading up the ramp towards the backstage when suddenly Bray calls out to him.

[Danny]

The crowd erupts into boos as the Forever Champion Sami Zayn comes dancing out from the back with his World Tag Team Championship in his hands. His obnoxiousness is off the scale as he parades around the title much to the dismay of the fans.



He continues down the ramp and slides into the ring. He asks for a mic and is handed one.



Sami Zayn: So it’s finally come to pass. I hope you all set the date. April 11th, the return of Seth Rollins ends. And no, don’t worry, I’m not a coward like Seth. I’m not promising to attack him from behind or to beat him within an inch of his life. That’s not my style. No I’m going to dismantle the architect piece by piece... mentally. After I get done with him, he’s going to be so embarrassed by his performance that he’s going to hiding back into obscurity and Paul Heyman will have to go back to the drawing board, finding yet another failure of a client to get behind. Hey Paul, out of all the people you’ve represented across the years what’s the one thing they all have in common? Besides just being losers who need someone in their corner. Well it’s you. You think you’re this mastermind but the fact that not a single one of your clients has panned out says a lot. Why Seth felt the need to work with you is beyond me.

If I had to guess, Rollins knew that he wasn’t up to par in this new generation of UWF. He may have won a title or two way back in the day but his track record for the la;st 5 years is more then a little spotty. He always came this close to reaching the top but kept failing so he needed a small push to help him rebuild his confidence. Had it not been for Sami Zayn, Rollins could very well be Intercontinental Champion right now. This would have led to lots of momentum and you could have used that to propel you to a UWF Championship match! But then you had to get in my way.

The fans boo Sami. Despite the UWF being filled with brutal and nightmarish people, it's the pure annoying factor that has Sami always being one of the most hated wrestlers around.

Sami Zayn: You eliminated me from the Royal Rumble but hey, I’m willing to brush that aside, no hard feelings. I’m above all that personal nonsense. But you couldn’t just let bygones be bygones. I gave you a face full of boot at the end of that 4 way match. I knocked you clean out but it was no hard feelings, I was just trying to win the match. Then I did commentary for your match. I didn’t specifically ask to do commentary. EC3 just responded to the positive feedback and asked me to help him out a bit. I spoke the truth and for some reason you and Heyman decided to make it personal. You interfered in my match because you were jealous. I embarrassed you. And the worst part about it all? I wasn’t even trying.

Look I get, I'm a truth teller. People don't like to hear the truth about themselves. I've been dealing with it for years now but I want you to stop and think about something. Think about this real hard too. When just being honest is enough to embarrass you to the point where you feel you need to do something to save face, that’s how you know just how awful you are.

Sami gets a big grin on his face.

Sami Zayn: You made this personal and now I’m actually out to embarrass you. I’m going to wrestle circles around you. I'm going to remind the world why exactly Seth Rollins is a failure.

[rawisrey]

Hahaha, HAHAHAha, AHAHHHAHAHAH

Wyatt starts laughing loudly, cackling out of breath as his laughter takes over him. Dropping down onto the mat and kicking his legs in the air as he laughs so uncontrollably, AJ can't help but pause and turn around to see what is wrong with his opponent. Wyatt gets up on his knees trying to get back up.

Ahh You-You really don't see it. You even say it and you don't see it HAHAHAHa

Wyatt is wiping his red face trying to regain his composure as he stands up.

You ARE Ethans investment, As hated as you are. AJ Styles is marketable, while I keep ruining all of the toys he sends my way to play with. And as far as Every other championship match feeling they have the biggest match of the night... there is a reason for that. It's not delusions of grandeur, it's not over hyping or over valuing. It's common sense, because ever since I completed my rebirth and got to hold this championship...got to...

Wyatt leans the title over the ropes studying it intently.



Enjoy my reign at the top, I have made it abundently clear that anyone who comes-a -looking to take it away from me will pay. I love to have fun, I'll play with anyone who wants to, I'll even let ya'll come and try to get a better look at my favorite toy but when you threaten to take it away. Take away my promise of a new better life, take away everything I've suffered through to get, the game is over for you. Everyone understands that now, that's why so many people wanted your title so suddenly instead of trying to get a match against me before Wrestlemania. It's why every other championship is now So much more important, because now this title is hazardous to your career. It's not ego, it's not arrogance, it's how things are now. I mean I don't even like it, I wanna have fun and no one wants to come play with me. EC3 gets mad cause I cost him money, and all these people I tried to help. I wanted them to have fun forever in my Funhouse, and just like you they just talked about things that didn't make sense until they couldn't play anymore.

Bray pouts overdramatically shifting side to side on his feet with a sad look on his face, but he cheers up and smiles as he motions towards AJ.

But you, you're different right? I mean everyone says their different, but The Demi-God? he's totally different. He's lost UWF Championship matches at Wrestlemania before, but he's a big shot he's won Huge match ups against the likes of CM Punk, who he lost his championship to immediately after, but that part isn't important. He sees through ALL my tricks, I mean that's why his two followers aren't with me in a place he couldn't find. Ya know AJ, I think I understand now. You only see what I've been, you see it because at one point you were basically me. So you think, you know Bray Wyatt and thus you know you're better than him. And at most points in life you were right, no no my little fireflies believe me he was so much better. I mean, just like all of you surely do, I had some confidence problems. I found it hard to be brave, especially when I was all alone so like he pointed out I surrounded myself with others. But AJ, you seem so focused on yourself I think you've forgotten what I've truly become. Sure at Revolution I wanted to have a lil fun with ya and you were SOOOOO FUN! hahaha...But...that's not exactly what you're facing at Wrestlemania. I am changed mind, body, and spirit. And it's not some "state" of being, it is constantly living and breathing.

Wyatts tone starts to chance as he gets near the ropes staring through the air at AJ Styles with cold eyes, his pupils almost seem to dilate as he speaks monotone.

The Screaming...the constant...unrelenting...screaming...keeps it going. I've harnessed all the pain I suffered through, and have a new way of creating it. I have control, so no matter what you do to me AJ...You can never hope to hurt me. I can slip and fall, I can get hit a little harder by stronger people, and all it will do is make me laugh even harder because I know what happens if they push me too far. People worship what they fear, AJ. They follow the leader like the schoolyard games you claim I'm playing, and you will know why if you dig down deep enough. The reason...I don't entertain your victory despite knowing your ability...is because even if you somehow catch Bray Wyatt off guard...I know what I'm protected by. I know what keeps my Funhouse safe, and what makes certain my Fun will NEVER....End...and if you truly ever threaten that...even at Wrestlemania...You will be stopped by a force far greater than you or I. It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt AJ, and if you won't let me in....and if you Truly believe you're going to take the championship I love away from me on the grandest stage of them all and are prepared to do anything to do that...then your only option left is-

The lights shut off suddenly, after a few moments in the dark the crowd is rustling in excitement. The lights don't return, only a single light shines on the stage from a lantern as Bray Wyatt stands on the stage looking down at AJ.



RUN

Wyatt blows out his lantern leaving everything in darkness again, the lights come back on and Wyatt is gone.

[chaddanger]

“Show the world” by Downstait begins to blast from the PA system as the crowd goes completely nuts to know that the show off is back in UWF.


I’m here to show the world,
I’m here to show the world,
Come on, Bring it on!!




Dolph Ziggler runs out to the entrance stage with a mic in hand and a huge smile on his face. He then turns around and begins to move around his waistline causing his hips to move as well right before he drags his hands through his hair and flicks it.



He then put the microphone ups to his lips as he began to speak and walk down the entrance ramp.

Dolph Ziggler
Allow me to introduce to you, UWF’s finest, The Showoff, Dolph Ziggler.

Dolph then stares down Jordan Gresham as he continues to walk down the ramp.

Dolph Ziggler
For the past few months I’ve had the privilege to watch every single show on the UWF Network, and I must say that everybody in this roster is hot garbage.

Ziggler laughs as he finishes his sentence causing the crowd to boo him.

Dolph Ziggler
First you love me, then you hate me, that’s just how it is. But for the sake of everybody I’ve returned for one reason and one reason only, and that is to show everyone that UWF is still my yard. The show off still runs this place. What better time to return than Wrestlemania, there’s a television championship shot on the line, perfect time to steal the show.

Dolph finally reached to the ring and walks over to the steps and proceed to climb on to the ring apron.

Dolph Ziggler A ladder match at Wrestlemania for a shot at the Television Championship. With superstars like Roman Reigns, John Cena, Matt Sydal, and even this Jonathan guy. You see this match is missing one key element to it, a challenger worthy to fight for the TV Championship, a person that’s really great in the ring, on the mic, and good looking, Did ya guess it yet? It’s Me!

Dolph laughs once more as he enters the ring.



Dolph Ziggler
I hope you weren’t trying to leave, it’d be a shame for you to leave the ring when you’re in the presence of a wrestler of my caliber. It’d be a shame if you came out here to talk about your victory over Ciampa and you leave because you see a little ol’ noodle hair blonde. You thought the stage was set for Wrestlemania but there are many more surprises to come. Although you may have beaten Ciampa, that doesn’t mean that you’re gonna win this ladder match. Because you beat Ciampa doesn’t mean that your fit to compete in a ladder match. You see these type of matches you need a certain type of skill, that skill you do not possess. At Wrestlemania, I’m gonna crush your dream. I’m gonna crush your dreams of ever winning the television championship. I’m going to Wrestlemania to win that ladder match, and I will leave Wrestlemania with a television championship match. While you go back to your locker room and finish brag about beating Ciampa.

Dolph takes a puss as he just stares at Gresham.

Dolph Ziggler
Do you really think that you could come in this match and expect to win by putting submissions on everybody. Do you even understand the term ladder match? But atleast I’ve got more respect for you coming out to the ring to say your feelings instead of hiding backstage like everybody else so I’ll just...

Before Dolph Ziggler could finish his sentence he his interrupted by....