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Post by Danny on Mar 20, 2021 1:13:08 GMT -6
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Post by Fauche on Mar 20, 2021 8:27:03 GMT -6
beauty gfx Rey ya lovr to see it
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Post by Dres on Mar 20, 2021 23:12:24 GMT -6
Great looking poster and graphics. Awesome job!
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Post by ultrainstinct on Mar 21, 2021 14:44:53 GMT -6
so uhhh rey, is you offering photoshop classes orrrrrrrr?????
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Post by George on Mar 21, 2021 17:19:13 GMT -6
yo we all leaving comments or are we gonna get into bed
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Post by Evolution J on Mar 21, 2021 19:52:25 GMT -6
“Voices” by Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out to a chorus of boos and he smiles. He walks down the entrance ramp as he turns to the right and he walks up the steel steps. He gets into the ring as he walks over to the announcer and the announcer gives him the microphone. The theme music stops as Randy Orton looks at everyone and then he stops in the middle of the ring.
Ladies and gentlemen, now it is time that the Television Champion Rey Mysterio faces his ultimate threat to his championship and that threat is yours truly, You see I have told you all that one day, my time will come when my era will begin and the day where I will be wearing championship gold. Tonight is the day and it is time for me to begin my destruction. It starts with the man who claim to be the hero to these stupid idiots. He wears a mask to cover the sad man that he is. He even hired Ricochet and Ali to be his goons to help him keep his Television Championship reign. I know he is back there somewhere, He is listening and watching me. He knows that I am right. He just doesn't want to admit it to himself and to you people.
So Rey Mysterio. You and I know each other very well. I already know you want to get your revenge against me for costing us the tag team match two weeks ago. I honestly hate to break it to you Rey. It is just the beginning and I just gave you a warning that your time as Television Champion has come to end. But you didn’t listen. You still want to put on a fake smile on your face and lie to all the people. You don’t want to show them your true colors on the real small piece of shit behind the mask. Tell me something. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that the people wouldn’t like you for who you are? Are you afraid the people wouldn’t see you as their hero anymore right after I do something that hurts you the most. Come on Rey, if you are afraid to admit to yourself and to these people that you are a total fraud. Then I honestly feel bad for you because you have dug yourself a big hole and it has only got you digging much deeper so far in it that you can’t get out. Yes, you believe you are a hero so much that you are delusional. So delusional that you put yourself in a mental state where you can’t function correctly. You believe in your own lie that you cannot be taken seriously anymore and that you have just become a huge joke in the locker room. I know because it is true and you know it is as well. You don’t want to admit it to yourself Rey. So you can keep pretending to be the false hero of this story and then I will be the Joker to your Batman. I am going to show everyone in that locker room and these crowds that you are nothing but a fraud. I will break every little bone in your body and make you bleed until you bleed to death. I honestly don’t care how much I make you suffer because I am going to enjoy making you suffer so much that you are going to regret being in the ring with me. I am going to make you taste your own blood and then I am going to end your career when I put you out of your misery right after I take your Television Championship. So be extremely careful Rey. Just because you can make horrible excuses and lies to make yourself look good all you want. It isn’t going to work against me because I promised you that if your fanboys Ali and Ricochet from comic con get in my way. Then I will have no problem kicking their motherfucking ass back to hell. As for you. I am going to enjoy every little minute of watching you suffer in our match Rey. Watching you suffer and bleed makes me extremely satisfied. It also makes me eager to make you suffer more and make me want to taste more of your delicious blood. The hunger for your blood will always make me more hungrier and more dangerous to steal your precious Television Championship away from you easily.
It's too bad, Rey. I honestly am doing what is best for me and what everyone in this company deserves, As you see, I have been watching you very closely. I must admit that you have to cheat your way of keeping that Television Championship around your waist. But I can’t blame you for your methods to winning. I would have done the same thing. But the only difference between you and me is your methods of winning isn’t going to help you beat me. It is just going to be causing a negative effect on you and you will suffer huge consequences which will lead to your ultimate downfall. If you don’t believe me, then try your best to find a way to beat me and I promise you that there won’t be a damn thing that you can do to beat me. I know it and you know it. You know you can’t beat me because you know I am way better than you ever have been. Just because you got an easy win defending against Sammy doesn’t prove you are ready for me. I have defeated you before in a tag team match and the result will be the same tonight.
So whether you show up or not. It doesn’t matter to me because it just only proves to me that you are just a shell of your own former self and that you are not as good as you used to be. Because whatever comes out of your mouth is just pure garbage. So you will only prove my point that you are a fraud and are just wasting everyone’s time. You might as well forfeit your match and just give me the Television Championship before you suffer extreme consequences of your actions. You already know whether you forfeit or not, I will make sure you don’t come walking out of UWF as the UWF Television Champion. I guarantee you that I will be walking out the new UWF Television Champion by the end of the night. There won’t be anything that you can do to stop me because in the end; your worthless defenseless piece of shit bleeding corpse will be laying down in the ring while you will realize that you have been defeated by the most dangerous man in UWF…..Randy Orton.
As of now, the people and crowd will see the beginning of my era and there will be alot of destruction when I win the Television Championship. When I win and then nobody will ever remember you as the Television Champion anymore. They will only remember you as a fraud and a fake unworthy former Television Champion in UWF, You know it is true and it hurts you inside to admit that I am right. You don’t want to admit that I am right because you are so full of shit. You are just a coward that doesn’t want to admit that he is wrong. He just wants to go around pretending to be a fake hero and preaching that he is the savior of the people. You are so much similar to Seth Rollins who pretends to be some preacher that he thinks everyone should worship him. And he even got his lapdog Paul Heyman to do his dirty work for him and help praise false lies around here in UWF. But he also needs Paul to speak for him since he can’t speak for himself. He has trouble getting through to all these morons. I honestly can’t blame because he probably does have speech problems and he needs a lot of help with that. But hey, Rey. At least you got two masked wearing fans to help you out. You make them believe you are making them a superhero to these people. We all know that is a complete lie. You know it is a complete lie. But you constantly want to keep on telling everyone that you are the hero when you are really the villain of this story. But hey, you play the false hero to these people so much. You might as well quit wrestling and go make superhero movies. I hear Spiderman needs a villain in his movie and you will be the perfect villain for him. Or you can auction for a movie role as the villain to Venom or Dr. Strange. You sure fits the description of the perfect delusional villain. I would know because I hate these people so much and I don’t give a damn if they cheer me or not. But it doesn’t matter to me. The only thing that matters to me is winning championships and beginning my reign of destruction as the new monster in UWF. And I have proven it to everyone that I am worthy of winning championship gold despite the haters who are jealous of me. Their jealousy and hatred of me will only fill me with even more hunger for more power. It fills me to hunt for more victims to slay and to kill for more blood. It keeps my hunger going and brings me a healthy appetite of delicious blood that I gain from all my bloody victims.
Rey Mysterio, tonight your time as TV Champion is over and it is time for you to leave your legacy behind you. It is time for you to learn to accept your fate and retire for good because your career is over after tonight. Yes, you will realize that it is the end of your career and the beginning of a new Television Champion. Your time of wrestling is over and nobody will remember your legacy as a Television Champion. They will only and always remember me as the man who exposed you as the fraud you are and they will see a brand new Television Champion who is worthy enough to rule UWF with destruction surrounding the dust of corpses. Tonight, you will realize that you have been defeated by the three dangerous letters of UWF…..RKO.
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton laughing while he waits for a response from Rey Mysterio,
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Post by Chase on Mar 22, 2021 0:26:37 GMT -6
Love the graphics super stoked for Mania this year.
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Post by George on Mar 22, 2021 17:47:22 GMT -6
The theme song of Warhorse, Dinosaur Pile-Up’s “Thrash Metal Cassette” blasts through the PA like a bullet through a can of Pepsi Cola. The punching guitars, the slamming drums, and thick bass suffocates us all, as we hear that iconic cough to get us underway, as the lyrics kick in. We get our opening lines, and then a pumping scream, as the Warhorse storms through the curtain with a microphone in hand and a pressing topic at hold, facing CM Punk at Wrestlemania for his UWF Intercontinental Championship, kinda a big deal, bud.  He headbangs on the top of the ramp, along with his cult of fans, as he walks down that ramp with all of the heavy metal machismo in the world, with a powerful stance, confident. We then build up, and get the chorus as the Warhorse quickly slides up to the apron and through the ropes, to bounce up on the other side of the ring. Then he backs up, landing a couple more headbangs to the rockin’ tune and turns into the empty ring, and the few in attendance tonight for the festivities. WARHORSE: NOT A MAN, WOMAN OR CHILD BELIEVED IN THE WARHORSE AFTER HE LOST TO MINORU SUZUKI. IT WAS A ROUGH NIGHT. FOLLOWED BY A LOAD OF OTHERS. IT FELT LIKE THE DAY THAT THE WORLD TURNED THEIR BACK ON THE WARHORSE. BUT I HAD TO CONTINUE, I WENT ON IN THE MONTHS AND HAD A SHOT AT THE CHAMPIONSHIP I’M HERE TO TALK ABOUT TONIGHT, BUT AGAINST BROCK LESNAR. A VICIOUS BEAST WHO MADE DAMN SURE THAT THE WARHORSE DIDN’T GET A SECOND GLANCE AT THAT CHAMPIONSHIP.
AS THE MONTHS WENT ON, THE WARHORSE JOINED THE BELIEF OF THE MAJORITY, THE WARHORSE WASN’T CHAMPIONSHIP MATERIAL. THE WARHORSE COULD WRESTLE CIRCLES AROUND ALL OF THE ROSTER’S TOP WRESTLERS, AND HE’D BE JUST A SCREAMY MAN WITH MAKEUP ON. WHAT CHANGED? THE WARHORSE’S PERSPECTIVE AND REALISED WHAT THAT MENTALITY WAS FOR. IT WAS TO PROTECT THEIR OWN ASSES. MAKING THE WARHORSE BELIEVE THEIR LIES WAS THE GREATEST TRICK THEY COULDA PULLED. YET LOOK WHAT’S BEEN THE CASE SINCE I’VE BEEN BACK ON TRACK, EH?
THE WORLD CHAMPION NOW, THE FIEND, WHO CRUSHED SHAWN MICHAELS, WHO NOT ONLY WAS A LEGEND, BUT WAS A MAN WHO BEAT CM PUNK CLEAN AS A FIDDLE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, NOT THAT HE’D FESS UP TO IT. WHAT ABOUT HIM? THE WARHORSE BEAT HIS ASS, THAT IS CORRECT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WARHORSE BEAT BRAY WYATT’S ASS SO BAD HE STARTED CONSIDERING WEARING APRONS AGAIN. YET WE JUST LOOK OVER THESE THINGS, BECAUSE THAT’S ALL UP IN THIS NARRATIVE THAT THE BOYS IN THE BACK USE TO PROTECT THEMSELVES.
The Warhorse points to the back. THE NARRATIVE CM PUNK USES TO PROTECT HIMSELF. THE ONE WHERE HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO EXISTS, HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO MATTERS TO HIM, BECAUSE THAT’S WHO THE HELL HE IS. IF IT WASN’T CLEAR BEFORE, IT BECAME MORE THAN CLEAR WHEN HE CHOSE, LET ME REPEAT, CHOSE TO COME OUT TO GODDAMN COLDPLAY?! LIKE IN WHAT WORLD DO YOU HAVE TO BE THAT TYPA ROTTEN, NO GOOD, PIECE OF SHIT?! LIKE WHAT TYPA SICK THINGS GOES ON IN THAT MAN’S HEAD?! THE ONE WHERE HE IMAGINES CHRIS MARTIN TUCKING HIM INTO BED AT NIGHT SCREAMING ABOUT KINGDOMS OR SOMETHING.
WHO KNOWS, BUT IT’S ONE HELL OF A PIPE DREAM, NOT A BOMB, I UNDERSTAND FROM THE WAY HE HOLDS THAT MICROPHONE HE NEEDS TO BOMB EVERYTHING, BUT HEY HO, WHAT’D STOP THE MAN FROM EMBARRASSING HIMSELF? I KNOW ONE THING, AND THAT’S TO COME OUT TO THIS RING AND NOT BELIEVE IN THIS FACADE HE’S COVERING HIS BEADY LITTLE EYES UP WITH. COME UP TO THE WARHORSE’S LEVEL AND FIGHT FOR THE HONOR OF THAT CHAMPIONSHIP. NOT THAT HE HAS A CHOICE AND ALL, BUT HELL, I’D HAPPILY TAKE THAT RESPONSIBILITY AWAY FROM HIM, AND I PLAN TO!
THE WARHORSE DOES HAVE A WHOLE LOT OF INTEREST IN GETTING THAT BELT AROUND THE WARHORSE’S SHOULDER. DESPITE THE POPULAR CONSENSUS FROM THIS FACADE, IT’S A VERY PROBABLE CIRCUMSTANCE FOR IT TO HAPPEN. THE WARHORSE STANDING TALL WHILE THE FORMER CHAMPION CM PUNK LAYS THERE WONDERING WHERE HE WENT WRONG?The Warhorse chuckles to himself. AND WE ALL KNOW WHEN THAT WAS. WHEN THE MAN KNOWN AS CM PUNK FAILED TO BEAT THE WARHORSE, WHEN CM PUNK SHOWN TO THE WORLD THAT HE COULDN’T BEAT THE WARHORSE. THEN HE WENT TO DUCK IT, SLIPPERING AROUND TO FIND SOME TYPE OF OPT OUT CHALLENGE IN SETH ROLLINS. I SEE THE CHALLENGER AND HE’S RIGHT GODDAMN HERE, PEPSI MAN, AND THERE’S NOT A DAMN CHANCE THAT I’LL LET YOU GET YOUR PLASTIC SMILE OUT OF THE GATE. THE REIGN OF PUNK WILL GET IT’S LUNCH MONEY STOLE AND KICKED IN THE BALLS, LEFT TO ROT ON THE GRANDEST STAGE.The Warhorse lowers his microphone and awaits the first response from the UWF Intercontinental Champion, CM Punk. |
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Post by Fauche on Mar 25, 2021 18:15:59 GMT -6
THE RENAISSANCE Viva La Vida hits the PA, its rhythmic string section hook a merciful reprieve from the inane screaming of a confused idiot. Still, the catchy number draws its fair share of boos from the capacity crowd, which only pick up when CM Punk walks out on to the ramp.
The man dubbed "The Voice of the Voiceless" has his Intercontinental Championship slung lazily over his shoulder, like a single-strap back pack. Punk looks down the ramp and into the ring, sizing up the alleged number one contender. Before the Chicagoan takes another step towards the squared circle, he turns, watches and waits. Soon enough, Samoa Joe joins him at the head of the stage. Like Punk, the former World Champ finds himself greeted with a mixed reaction, with some fans ecstatic to see the Samoan Submission Machine back for Wrestlemania season, while others aren't thrilled to see him standing beside the Straight Edge Superstar.
Ignoring all that noise, both the positive and negative, the two world-class grapplers head down the ramp with a casual stride. They each grab microphones left on the steel stairs before climbing up and stepping through the ropes to join WARHORSE in the ring. While the chorus blares out of the speakers, Punk leans over and whispers something in Joe's ear. The big man smirks and nods. Brooks then steps towards his first title challenger and lifts his mic to engage. The music fades and he's off.Punk: I don't believe you.
He lets the statement hang out in the open for a moment, as though that in and of itself is enough. It suddenly occurs to Phil, however, that the meaning might be lost in some ambiguity, so he quickly straightens that out.Wait. Hold on. I just wanna make this clear - I don't mean "I don't believe you" like I'm shocked and appalled by anything you just said. I'm not offended by you, kid. What I mean is "I don't believe you" like there isn't a shred of credibility to any threat, boast or promise that gets screamed out of your goofy lookin', big-ass mouth. This is what, our fourth time now stepping into the ring as opponents, right? I'm not counting all the times you stuck your nose in my business or blindsided me like the sniveling, rat coward you are. By the official count, this is number four.
Every time we've spoken before this, you've sworn I'd see some kinda reckoning coming my way, courtesy of you. I didn't see it the first night out. You didn't last long enough to show me anything at the Rumble. And last time? Last time when you told everyone that you'd be the guy to dethrone AJ, and you'd pin me to do it cause I'm such a "loser". Shit, what happened man? What went wrong? What's the excuse?
It's always hellfire and brimstone - tall talk from a sad boy with no follow-through. You tell me you're gonna end my title reign early, steal my lunch money, kick in the balls, rip off my head and take a dump on my dead body and dance on my grave an win the lottery and star in movies and be the best God damn wrestler who ever laced up a pair of boots... and what's there left to say? Nothing except... like... cool, man. Whatever. Keep dreaming. Stick with this aiming beyond your reach schtick, cause it's worked real well so far.Punk pauses and takes a deep breath. Nearby, Joe cracks his neck from side to side. This catches the Second City Saint's attention. He gestures towards the Samoan while continuing.
This is Joe, by the way. I know, I know, you guys already met the other night on Revolution. But I'm not sure if you really got a good look at him while you were busy getting choked out. Now me and Joe, we go way back. All the way to the independents when we were first cutting our teeth. A lot of history - some good, some bad, but with all that shared time and experience, we've come to have some similar... I guess you'd say "philosophies" about what wrestling, specifically the UWF, needs today.
What's awesome about Joe, as you know by now, is that he's just an absolutely ruthless son of a bitch. An ass-kicker among ass-kickers. A few years back, he walked through the door and won the International Championship by clearing out the whole main event scene in a single night. It was incredible. You wanna talk accolades? He's got them. And given that resume and the shared ideology, it just made so much sense to invite him back to the UWF to help execute the new vision. The Renaissance.
So no more sneak attacks. No more tricks or games. That miniscule edge you had - the fact that you were willing to take a low road I'd never touch - is closed to you now. It's finished. Joe's got my back, so the next time you think about pulling a fast one, just remember what it was like getting put to sleep on TV last week. I hate to use that level of violence to teach a lesson, but I think it's the only language you understand. Obviously civilized communication isn't your strong suit.  And I could forgive you for that. I could let your absurd gimmicky lifestyle slide. I could write off the assaults as the desperate actions of a jealous idiot. I could look past the fact that you shoved yourself into my Wrestlemania picture like an obnoxious, petulant brat who'd starve for want of attention. That all makes sense to me - because guys like you are a dime a dozen. There will always be mediocre wrestlers who want to make their names of legitimate, generational talents. You're not special or surprising.
All that graciousness has a limit, though, and I draw the line at entertaining this batshit narrative you're trying to spin. You wanna swing at the king? Fine. Have at it. Have have the common god damn courtesy, or at least the shame or the balls to admit that this is it for you. You're not playing a hot hand. You're not on the way up to bigger and better things. It's been a steady year of crippling failure in every measurable sense and one more big loss probably means your permanent exile from the world of championship belts, if not this company entirely. You're walking into a war with no ammunition. You have nothing to brag about, nothing to be proud of, nothing to use against me. Granted, there's an argument to be made for the dangers of a man with nothing to lose, but you've never had any value here.
Jake... and I'm gonna call you by your real name because I need a real human being to hear this... Jake, own that. Take hold of your situation. Understand the consequences of your arrogance and ignorance. I've proven I know how to get the job done. All you've shown me, in every match we've had and with every opportunity you were handed before I came back, is that you can't. Ever. Not when it matters. Try, try, try as you may, there's no pretending that away. Without an ounce of evolution to your game, no new moves or ideas, you're the same chump who lost to Suzuki and Lesnar and everyone else. You've only ever had one volume, and even that's not loud enough to drown out the truth.
It's that mind-blowing lack of self-awareness and humility that's condemning you. You've already let yourself lose, I'm just here for the formality. In a charming ironic twist, it turns out I'm your reckoning. Unlike you, I can back it up, too.Punk holds his Intercontinental title up and dangles it a few feet from WARHORSE's face.See? This is what being a man of your word looks like. This title is worthless on so many levels, but it is undeniably a physical manifestation of my being better than you. Which is why I have it and you don't... and never will.
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Post by George on Mar 25, 2021 21:19:56 GMT -6
The Warhorse looks kinda angry, but not to the point where it’s like he’s gonna start pulling hairs, but to the point where it looks like he just feels offended by the pure existence of those words coming out of the mouth of CM Punk. He sharply raises his microphone to his mouth.
WARHORSE: YOU WOULDN’T KNOW WHAT A PRINCIPLE WAS IF IT LEFT YOU LAYING, ASSHOLE.
The Warhorse looks up and down Punk, and a brief, very brief glare over to Samoa Joe.
IT REALLY SHOWS WHAT TYPA WORD YOU’RE STICKING TO THIS. I HAVE TO YELL YOUR NAME FOR MONTHS, AND FOR WHAT?! FOR YOU JUST TO WHINE AND COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW THE HELL I DON’T HAVE THIS SPOT? LIKE I’VE NOT WORKED FOR EVERYTHING I STAND IN TODAY? I DON’T KNOW IF YOU EVEN REALLY BELIEVE IN THAT. YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I’VE DONE TO GET TO THIS SPOT, AND IT’S A HELLUVA LOT LESS CHEAP THAN YOU, PUCK.
THERE’S NOTHING ABOUT WHAT I SEE TODAY IN THIS IDEA YOU’VE FORMED OF YOURSELF ACTUALLY REPRESENTED BY YOURSELF. IT’S SUCH PALE IMITATION OF WHAT YOU THINK IT IS, AND FRANKLY, IT’S GODDAMN PATHETIC. WE COME TO EXPECT YOU THINK THIS IS JUST YOUR COMPANY? YOUR WHOLE LEGACY? YOUR WHOLE STORY? WHO EATS UP THAT CRAP? THE KIDS IN THE CHEAP SEATS WITH THE POPCORN TO THROW AT ALL THE PEOPLE WHO WORK TO THE SPOT WE GET?
I KNOW DAMN WELL I DIDN’T JUST THROW MY HAT IN BLIND LUCK TO GET TO WHERE I AM TODAY, OTHERWISE HELL, I MIGHTA JUST GOT AS OVER MY HEAD AS YOU. I MIGHT’VE LOST MYSELF BEFORE I EVEN FOUND MY FOOTING, AND YOU NEVER LANDED. ALL TO BIG LEAGUE, ALL TO THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU’VE GOT NAME VALUE, AND PEOPLE KNOW YOU AND THINK WHATEVER YOU SAY IS LIQUID GOLD DOESN’T MEAN JACK SHIT, BUCKEROO.
The Warhorse sneers at Punk yet again.
FOR MONTHS PEOPLE HAVE JUST HAD THE SAME MINDSET YOU HAVE NOW. THE SAME VISION, AND THAT’S ALL TUNNEL VISION. YOU DON’T SEE THE WORLD, YOU JUST SEE WHAT YOU THINK IT IS. I LIVE IN THE REAL WORLD, I EAT SHIT AND PISS THIS BULLSHIT. MAYBE YOU JUST BROUGHT IN YOUR HENCHMEN TO JUST GIVE YOU A REALITY CHECK… SHAME HE’S NOT DOING A GOOD JOB AT EVEN THAT SO FAR. I MEAN HELL, IF HE WAS, YOU’D ALREADY KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT’S IN YOUR SIGHTS.
IT’S NOT A BOY, IT’S NOT JAKE, IT’S NOT SOMETHING YOU’VE SEEN BEFORE, PHILLY, I AM THE GODDAMN WARHORSE. THE BIGGEST THREAT TO YOU IN THIS COMPANY WHETHER YOU SEE IT OR NOT, AND I SEE EXACTLY WHO YOU ARE. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW IT YOURSELF. YOU ARE EVERYTHING YOU HATE. EVERYTHING YOU SPEND ALL YOUR ENERGY PUTTING DOWN, AND WORSE.
FOR A MAN WHO TALKS LIKE YOU DO, YOU’D THINK YOU’D HAVE A MIRROR IN YOUR HOUSE TO TAKE A LONG HARD LOOK IN. AS I KNOW WHO I AM, MAYBE THAT’S THE FACT THAT JUST SCARES YOU NOW. IT SCARES YOU THAT I HAVE MY FULL FOCUS ON YOU, SO BAD YOU HAD TO CALL UP YOUR BUDDY FOR MORALE SUPPORT. IT REALLY SHOWS THAT GLOWING, EVER PRESENT CONFIDENCE YOU’VE GOT IN YOURSELF, PAL.
NO, QUITE THE OPPOSITE ACTUALLY. I MEAN HELL, DO YOU SEE ME WITH ANYONE OUT HERE? SHOULD’VE I CALLED UP MY WIFE TO BE WITH ME HERE? WOULD THAT MAKE IT EVEN? HOW ABOUT MY BAR BUDDY IF WE’RE TALKING HOGS. MAYBE THAT’D GIVE ME THE COJONES TO LIE LIKE YOU. I DON’T LIE. I NEVER HAVE, YET IT SEEMS THAT’S ALL YOU CAN DO.
Warhorse looks away from Punk.
YOU DON’T DESERVE WHAT THEY BILL YOU AS, YOU NEVER DID BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T WORK A DAY FOR IT. YOU SHOWN THAT FOR THOSE PIT STOPS YOU CAME THROUGH WITH OVER THE YEARS, THE LACK OF COMMITMENT THEN AND NOW MAKES THE WARHORSE WANT TO GOUGE OUT HIS EYES WITH PLIERS AND THEN FEED THEM TO THE RATS SEEING AS YOU’RE ONE OF THEM.
YOU’RE THE SAME CHUMP THAT COULDN’T BEAT ME, YOU’RE THE SAME CHUMP THAT DIDN’T LAST A WEEK IN THIS COMPANY BEFORE GETTING WHACKED OUT BY MINORU SUZUKI. SO WHERE DOES IT LEAD YOU? TO US REPEATING EVERYTHING WE SAY BACK AT EACH OTHER? WE’RE ON A EVEN PLAYING FIELD, AND WHETHER THAT SCARES YOU OR NOT, I WOULDN’T GIVE A RAT’S ASS BECAUSE I KNOW FOR DAMN SURE THAT THIS LEGACY, THIS EPIC RUN, THE BIG TIER MATCHES, FOR THE GODDAMN HISTORY BOOKS WILL CRUMBLE FASTER THAN YOUR EGO.
AND THAT WON’T TAKE LONG ONCE WE FIGHT FOR WHAT YOU PRETEND IS YOURS.
The Warhorse stays giving Punk any more eye contact, backing off slightly and just caring for him, not overly concerned for the man, and more for what this fight is for.
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