Wrestlemania X Card and TTs

[Rikishi]

Rikishi's theme music fills the area as he makes his way out into arena. Rikishi's gripping tightly onto a microphone in his right hand and looks dead serious which is contrary to his usual demeanor, not even a hint of a smile can be seen on his face.



Rikishi: After all this time we're finally stepping into the ring once more at Wrestlemania. It's about time we end this shit. You must be thrilled since it's going to be a monster's ball


Rikishi takes a moment to stare out into the crowd. Many begin to chant Wrestlmania.



Rikishi: Looks like they're excited to see us go toe to toe once more. Though it should come as no surprise who will come out on top. Father, do you mind reminding everyone here how many matches your monster has actually won here?



Rikishi finally cracks a smirk as he slowly makes his way down to the ring.



Rikishi: To me your monster is nothing more than a disobedient pet. But I'm sure with the right training he could actually succeed in this federation. Father, its a damn shame that you're the one he calls master.


Rikishi pauses as he approaches the ring. He looks over Father Mitchell and Abyss before sliding into the ring. Rikishi walks to a nearby corner turnbuckle and rests against it. Not wanting to turn his back against his opponent.



Rikishi: I look forward to crushing your monster in his speciality match.



Rikishi cracks a smile as he stares down Abyss

[ដានីយ៉ែល]

(A drunk King Hornswoggle pops up from under the ring and gets into the ring, while looking at JONATHAN GRESHAM, one of his opponents in his upcoming ppv match .)


KH: I don't care about any of you who are facing me in this ladder match, because I am just here to party and have a good time after I win this match. Can you dig what this damn king is saying to all of you peasants in this damn match. I actually won the IC title belt once. That is the past and this is the future. You will bow down to me, whether you like it or not. I don't care if you are more athletic than myself, I always find a way to . Iffffff yyyyyyyyyooooooooouuuuuuuuu ddddooooonnnnnnnn'''''''tttttttttt lllllllllllliiiiiikkkkkkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee mmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeee,,,,,,,, tttttttthhhhhhhaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnn kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssss mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyy aaaaaaassssssssssss bbbbbbbbbbbiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


(He takes out another bottle of Jack Daniels and starts drinking it, while spilling most of its contents on himself. King Hornswoggle then skips around JONATHAN GRESHAM in the ring, before exiting to ringside and goes to a random female. He kisses her and dumps some of his Jack Daniels onto her, while she slaps him in his face in anger. King Hornswoggle then walks away laughing and sits at the commentary table. He then climbs on top of it and starts doing the Macho man dance due to the disgust of everyone in the building.)

[Fauche]

Joe's heard all he needs to, and is ready to just go to town and choke the veritable young boy out all over again. Punk puts a calming hand on his shoulder first, easing the the tension before saying something to his partner off-mic. The Samoan's threatening gaze never wavers, staying locked in on WARHORSE even as he steps back a ways. Brooks once again comes forward to face off with the Contender.

Punk: Except... you haven't, have you? Proven yourself to be a fighter of any real quality, I mean. There's only so many times I can ask you what makes you think you've earned this opportunity before your welshing on giving an answer gets old. Me, you, Rollins, Zayn - we all got put in the same match, got given the same opportunity to take on Styles. Remember? It was only a couple weeks ago. I won. Make all the excuses you want, but facts are facts and kiddo, that's a fact. There wasn't another number one contender's match after that. You didn't rebound from that failure by knocking off another guy waiting in line. This was just... handed to you. Like a birthday present - an unearned gift.

You've got the nerve to ask who would be a better contender and I'd argue that anyone who actually fought for it might be. Personally, I'd appreciate getting a pay-per-view B-side with some name value for my first Mania match in years. It's not like you're exactly a cross-over superstar or anything. But you act like going on a tear against wash-out bums like Cedric Alexander and Miro is something to be admired when the truth is, nobody gives a shit. In the whole wide world, you're the only guy still talking about those wins because you're the only person who cared. Like... I get it, though. If I'd lost every legit big-deal bout I'd been booked in, maybe I'd be the type of person who put participation trophies on the mantle too. I've never been text-book mediocre, so I can't say for sure, but it's possible. Don't tell me "talent triumphs" when you're no more deserving than your pal Rollins or guys like Shiozaki or Galloway. You took a cheap shot at the right time and that's all this is. That's all you are. Meritocracy didn't bring you to this dance, being a scumbag did. Good for you.



Not to get all armchair psychologist here, but accepting that would be such a huge step forward for you. I've been talking all night about how a lack of self-awareness if your Achilles Heel and you just keep on proving me right. This doubling down - this stubborn insistence tossed in with the victim complex and the anger. Sooooo much anger. Wow. None of it helps. It's embarrassing and I can't figure out how that's going over your head. How can't you tell? What's going on in that banged-up head that's letting you let yourself off the hook for spewing this endless stream of ridiculous bullshit, dude?

Calling me out for being an 80's nostalgia trip? Really? Coming from the Diet Ultimate Warrior? From Hogan Lite? Jeeeeezuz H. Christ! What a joke! Or how about even suggesting that I'm the one lacking a spine for bringing Joe out here when every time you've come at me has been with my back turned and Seth there to back you up. Just a weird coincidence, huh? All that almost seems trite compared to resorting to fat jokes and bringing my wife into this like a fucking twelve-year-old boy on the playground. Yep, that's some serious name-calling talent, Jake. Nice work. How's that gonna help you finally win a title exactly? Was that the missing ingredient when Suzuki broke you? If you'da just called him a cuck before the match, you would've had the mental edge to get the job done? Okay. Noted. Man... you... sheesh... you are a bottomless pit of pathetic energy. Speaking of...

Punk turns away from WARHORSE to face the hard-cam side as he addresses the capacity crowd as a whole.

Look... I know a lot of you aren't on board with this "Renaissance" thing yet and I'm not mad about that. It's like a heroin addiction. It's tough to kick a bad habit. You've been force-fed literal garbage for such a long time, you just don't know how to digest a healthy dose of beef and broc. Give it some time, you'll come around.

Until then, can we pump the breaks a bit on throwing any more support behind this miserable degenerate? WARHORSE here is a misogynistic, homophobic, body-shaming, self-obsessed, socially violent, insecure incel-type - which I'm sure for a lot of wrasslin' fans makes him the most relatable guy on the roster. I'm not speaking to the apes. This is for those of you out there who have ever finished a book or chew with your mouths closed or keep up with daily hygiene - time to stop. Let's evaluate and evolve. This asshole isn't the sort of athlete anyone should celebrate. Obviously. We've all been listening to him for a while now and it has to be as apparent to you folks as it is to Joe and me that he's totally full of shit. The excuses and lies are insulting to our collective intelligence, but everything in and around that is even worse. So hold your applause. Pocket that twenty you were about to waste buying a t-shirt with his name on it. No need to gawk at this train-wreck of a human being anymore. Its tragedy porn. And I'm not trying to "cancel" this twerp or whatever ya call it - I'm just saying that if I do my part and beat the hell out of him at Mania and you change the channel or leave your seat every time he walks out here, he might just get the message and finally go away. Wouldn't that be nice?

He pivots back to face his opponent. The message to crowd didn't seem to take, judging by the largely negative reaction. Punk let's it slide while Joe... well damnit if the Samoan Submission Machine isn't just still staring down WARHORSE like a hungry dog eyeing up a rib-eye.

Yep. Real nice. Jake, you're a powerless, terrified flake who's all out of ideas. Empty threats you've never made good on. No credibility because you've never achieved anything. What else is there? What more could you possibly need to say to me? You could poke Joe some more, see if he doesn't just choke you out again. You could trash my wife, really send home all that animosity you have toward a woman who did more in this sport than you ever have. Hell, you could make fun of all us "former champs" a little longer. Hey idiot, guess what? Even the guys that are holding gold now are all former champs. It's not a hard moniker to earn, or a particularly devastating one. What's humiliating is being one of the only guys on the roster that's never won one of these stupid belts, and never will. Even Hornswoggle's done it. What's your problem? Call me a "has-been"? I've got me a shiny toy belt right now, don't I? Seems like I'm about as current as it gets. When are you gonna step up and start being anything? You're too busy hanging out in the peanut gallery, scuh-reeeeeaming about how this time - yeah, this time - you'll finally get the job done and be champion till the day you die. And I'm supposed to be the one living in the dream world, huh?

Kid, you don't have a god damn clue what you're talking about. It's hard to watch you crash and burn like the Hindenburg. Bad news for me cause I'm contractually obligated to stand here and bear witness to the least-flattering, most graceless display of self sabotage in company history. All I can do to find some solace is remind myself that every second of my time you waste promising you'll beat me is one closer to that bell ringing. All the pretending you can do behind the safety of that microphone just goes up in smoke when we finally square off. Cause if you wipe away all the insults and the bragging and whatever else and you strip this match between us down to it's bear bones, it's just a man who always over-delivers defending against some jerk who has never once made good on his word when it mattered.

Once again, Punk drives home the point that WARHORSE is, above all else, a consistent failure who has never given anyone a reason to take him seriously. The Second City Superstar lowers his mic, takes a deep breath and steps back, mentioning something else to Samoa Joe. The big man finally turns away from WARHORSE, replying to Punk. All this off-mic chatter has the fans getting antsy, and they let the Renaissance fellas know it with some heavy boos. The IC Champ just shakes his head, a bit baffled by the impatient idiocy of the mob. He lifts his mic one more time, nodding towards WARHORSE.

So are we good to go here, or is there anything else you just have to get of your chest before we do this thing?

[Chase]

The lights turn off in the arena the spotlight goes and it points to the screen. The Mysterio signal is shown but all of a sudden we hear this song

It's Rey Mysterio's neighborhood
It's Rey Mysterio's neighborhood
It's Rey Mysterio's neighborhood
Rey Mysterio the champion of the TV




We see Rey Mysterio opening his doors



Rey Mysterio: Hola amigos come on in.

Mysterio leads the camera to his house and he sits down on his couch

Rey Mysterio: Welcome to Rey Mysterio's neighbordhood being the champion of the TV is not only being the man on TV but hosting TV shows in his spare time. It is Wrestlemania season and who better to host a friendly show than the number one hero in the UWF Rey Mysterio. Now you see this is all possible because of the fact whose the champion of the Revolution brand. Do you think that Randy could host this show? No he couldn't. Randy couldn't in fact folks Randy was speaking earlier lets see what Randy had to say.

Rey turns the TV and presses play

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.

Mysterio pauses the clip

Rey Mysterio: Oh wow interesting Randy you think you're the biggest threat to this title. Jjajajaja oh Randy how can you say such silly things. First of all I will forgive you for mention my faiures we don't talk about them they are no longer by my side. I learned that working alone is best for a hero of my caliber. Having help is just a burden and something I don't need. You say I claim to be a hero and this isn't a claim this is a fact. I am a hero because I put food on the table for you and many of the TV title hopefuls. I provide an environment safe for all the individuals and citizens who come in. I keep a mask on to keep my family safe. Randy I have a adult son, and young daughter. Those two along with my wife mean the world too me. If people knew what I looked like in public they would pinpoint me and put them in harms way I am not foolish to do such a thing. Now lets move on forward here. We're going to fast forward a bit because Randy sure has a lot to say to someone he doesn't consider to be a threat.


Mysterio hits the fast forward button and he finally gets to the point and hits play

 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.

Rey Mysterio:  Cheating? Randy are you even watching the show? Did I cheat to beat the Riddler? No. Did I cheat to beat the Joker? No. I beat them fair and sqaure. See Randy I don't know what venom you have in your mouth but clearly it is affecting your brain. Randy I can beat you easily. Really easily actually. You Randy are just spewing toxicity about my name disparaaging it calling me a cheater when I have done no such thing. What I am Randy is this. A winner. I am a winner someone who wins, and sometimes I do things that aren't favorable but every hero has to bend the rules to protect the citizens and that is what I was doing. Now this right here was the gold mine for me folks.

Rey fast fowards and get to the point that interested him the most

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

Rey Mysterio: It is time to leave. It is time to retire. You know how many times I have heard that. You have known how many years I have been told I would be forgotten and overlook. Randy you can google me and you can see one accomplishment that not even you have reached. UWF Hall of Famer. I am a hall of famer in this great company. For all the gimmees you have been given where are you in that place? Where is your name in the history books. Sure other places may consider you a hall of famer but news flash Randy this isn't other places this is the UWF, and this TV title isn't leaving my shoulders any time soon.

I came here to film a special episode for PBS something that they will never ask you. You say I will be forgotten but look at the ring skirt Randy. It says Cerveca Victoria my sponsor I brought to this brand. Randy I repeat myself a lot because I need not only you but for the people to listen. This belt many look at as a stepping stone to there next destination. I don't view it as that. I truly view this belt as the power of  TV here in the UWF. The brand will not exist without this belt. I care for this belt like I did with my international title. I look to go down as the greatest TV champion in history and if you look at the most recent history of this belt it won't be hard to surpass.

Randy calling me washed up and a fake hero won't do nothing. You haven't said anything I haven't heard from silly Corey Graves on commentary. Randy what you need to know is stop spewing your venom at me and start talking with some respect. I invite you to view my home. I invite you to view my neighborhood so that you know what it is like to have responsibilities as TV champion. You Randy stay in that ring and look at the titantron. You can be upset and call me a coward but I am no coward. I am a man whose doing more for UWF than you have ever done in your lusturious career. This title was earned by me because I am the hero of the UWF. So Randy don't worry amigo I will see you face to face very soon but for now I got an episode to film.

[Roach]

A signature green light illuminates the arena...



...and the sounds of Shiozaki follow. The lights flash and the violins flare, signalling the arrival of Go Shiozaki. He makes his way out onto the entrance ramp, soaking in the luxurious site with a wide, confident stance. He begins his march down the ring as the fans chant him on. "Go! Go! Go!". It's the perfect situation. The troops rally behind their hero as he stares down his biggest nemesis, the only man to defeat him. The sting and shock hasn't left his mind since that fateful day, but now he has the chance to make it all right.

His eyes shoot daggers into Galloway as he makes his way to the ring apron, elegantly moving up the steel steps... like a bird ready to take flight. Every gesture Go makes is grand... he wants these people to remember the day they saw Go Shiozaki. He gestures to the crowd with a wide smile, but as he turns back toward the ring that smile dissipates. His body comes to a halt, unmoving and tense at the sight of Drew Galloway across from him. 




He motions for a microphone and holds it up to his face, still as tense as ever.

Go Shiozaki: Do you not realize the position you are in?... I guess I just don't get it. You are in a headlining match on the biggest show of the year, fighting for a brand new prize, against a man that has been wanting to fight you ever since you last saw him... and you talk like it's just another boring day at work. Where's the passion in your voice?! Where's the devotion, the drive?! Nowhere to be found. Instead it's "Carter, carter, carter." You seem more focused on proving yourself to a man that hardly acknowledges you than you are on fighting the man across from you. Your head is in the clouds when it should be in the ring. When you.... when you...

 Go stutters and hesitates at what he says next. It pains him, it breaks him apart, but if he wants to conquer Drew, he has to admit his defeat to him first.

Go Shiozaki: When you... defeated me... you were focused and determined... and that clearly just isn't the case anymore. For me though, ever since that day... ever since that... loss... I have been nothing but focused and determined on getting to this very moment, and that's why I'm going to win Drew. I want it more than you. Preparing for a match with you, this is the only time I have ever felt like I have had to prove something to myself, not to some man in a suit like you, not to the fans because I know they believe in me... but to myself. I have to prove to myself what I once was sure I knew, that I'm perfect. You though, you are a smug, self-congratulatory, pompous scumbag. A ticking time bomb of complacency that I am going to detonate. 

Go's eyes narrow, peering at Galloway in a judgmental gaze.

Go Shiozaki: I know what you're thinking. "He thinks he has the right to say such things about me?! Who does this man think he is?!"... but what you don't realize is, I am the biggest rival of your career. The day you notched a victory over me was the you and I became locked in battle. I refuse to let a loss go unanswered. I cannot rest until it has resolved. I will stop at nothing to beat you. With a victory I know I am perfect once more. I'll be the man I was created to be. Conquering you is the key to my happiness... I can't let that slip out of my hands. You may look at me like a farm animal, just another victim. You slaughtered me the first time. I sunk into the ground, letting the earth swallow me whole... but from the remains of that farm animal grew a lion, hungry and determined for redemption... and when I get that redemption, I promise you I will become king of this jungle, I have to be. This is everything to me Drew, you won't beat me this time. 

Go steps back with a sincere and emotional look in his eyes. A rare moment of honesty within himself, allowing his failures to be acknolwedged. It may seem like just a little thing, but it's a huge step forward for Go, and one that may lead him to victory over his toughest challenge yet.

[crann]

DREW GALLOWAY
I'm goin' tae explain somethin' tae you, Go, an' you're not goin' tae like it. But buckle up, because this is goin' tae take a moment. See, you're makin' a mistake. It's the same mistake you made the last time we stepped in tae a ring together, an' it's this: you're mistakin' my confidence for complacency.

Drew goes into full 'splainer mode now, ramping up the intensity as he begins to boast.



Of the two o' us, who is the one who walked out with the win the last time we fought? You can say I won't beat you this time, but just like last time, words mean nothin' if you can't back them up. I have every reason tae be confident, not only because o' my victory over you, but because I'm the man who dominated the Messiah. I'm the man who sent the UWF Champion – an undefeatable, barbaric force named Bray Wyatt – runnin' like a coward. I'm the man who carved his path straight through the tag division with 205 pounds o' dead weight hung 'round my shoulders. If anyone has earned the right tae be confident, it's Drew Galloway. My accomplishments speak for themselves. I am the most dominant man in this company today an' I have been since I made the decision tae return tae it.

Galloway now points across the ring, directly at his Wrestlemania opponent.



What have you done tae earn your boasts o' perfection? You certainly couldn't beat me, because I was willin' tae do the things you couldn't tae get the job done. Unlike you, there's no rule I'm unwillin' tae bend. I have no code o' honor, because in my experience, codes o' honor aren't worth a damn. Not tae me, not tae anyone in that locker room. Maybe tae the fans, but their good graces are just about as meaningless. I don't give a rat's arse what you or any o' the people in this house tonight think o' me, because at the end o' Wrestlemania night, I know I'll be able tae look myself in the mirror an' say that I truly did do everything I needed tae do tae win the Prime Time Medal. You call me complacent because your brain can't fathom a world where someone who puts in half the effort you do is quite frankly just better than you ever will be, but guess what? That's reality. I am that someone. You are beneath me. An' I'll say it again: I've already proven this fact. You're so out o' my league that you're the emergency replacement for the man who was originally booked tae stand in that corner an' eat my boot.

Drew's blatant condescension doesn't win him any fans. The crowd is booing loudly. He keeps going right through the noise with a smirk on his face.

Am I smug? You bet your arse I'm smug. But I've earned the right tae be. I'm not some guy comin' out here an' sayin' he's perfection because I've gotten a few cheap wins over curtain jerkers. I'm the guy comin' out here an' sayin' he's going tae beat down another fool who makes the same damn mistake every single person has made before him, an' that's underestimating the UWF's best-kept secret. Now, the marketin' department, they like tae call me the Scottish Psychopath an' tae a certain extent, I've embraced that nickname, but I want you tae understand somethin', Go: I'm perfectly sane, an' what I'm about tae say is grounded in objective fact. Nobody in this company is as hungry as I am. I've proven it every week, with every dominant performance, an' when I prove it again by standin' over your fallen body for the second time – this time holdin' my Prime Time Medal, maybe you'll get it through your thick skull that this was never a rivalry, because you have never been good enough tae stand as my rival.

[gunn]

Mitchell smirks at Rikishi as he takes his place in the corner, Abyss turns round to face his opponent, ever vigilant.

James Mitchell: Mr Fatu, how good of you to finally join us, honestly i’m surprised you showed, i’m more used to seeing you lying on your back squirming in pain.

The crowd boos Mitchell.

James Mitchell: So here we are, Monster vs Man, at Wrestlemania, our final showdown and what an event it will be, finally this chapter will close on my clients life once and for all when he finally puts you down for the last time and it will be glorious an event for all to see.

Mitchell once again smirks at Rikishi, that signature cheshire cat style smile.

James Mitchell: Now i’m not stupid Mr Fatu, I know not to underestimate your abilities I have enough respect for you to do that but still you underestimate my monster, sure his win/loss record might not be as sparkling as yours but he uses that to fuel him to spur him on, he uses that pain and anger to fuel him, you however just like Sami, just like Sydal, just like Guevara are willing to rest on your laurels and thats why you’re not ready for Monster’s ball but Abyss is, this is his life, you’re only visiting.

Mitchell lowers the mic and stares at Rikishi intensely

[Rikishi]

Rikishi stays with his back to the corner and begins to smirk before raising the microphone to his mouth.



Rikishi: It's funny that you think you're monster will be the one putting me down at Wrestlemania.  Do you honestly think he has a chance against me? I've proven myself over and over without resorting to using weapons that I have the skills to make it in this federation.



Rikishi slowly begins walk against the ropes toward the adjacent turnbuckle not breaking eye contact.



Rikishi: Think back to how your monster has been doing so far in UWF. He's only been gaining the upper hand because he resorts to cheap violence, not because of his actually skills but rather that stupid weapon he calls Janice.



Rikishi slowly moves forward. Until he's a few feet away from Mitchell though he keeps his eyes on Abyss.



Rikishi: So Father Mitchell how the hell do you think Abyss will actually beat me? When it came to fair fights your monster doesn't stand a chance in the ring. Now when it comes to a Monster's Ball, equal footings means I wont have to hold back. It's time for Abyss to suffer the punishment he deals out.



Rikishi lowers his microphone and stares down Abyss.

[gunn]

Mitchell looks up at Rikishi and then at Abyss, his face seems to have changed, instead of staying unflinching Abyss seems to be cracking a smirk, this causes Mitchell to smirk as well.

James Mitchell: Like I've said Mr Fatu, no one is questioning your skills, for a man of your size you can certainly bring it with the best of them, you are certainly a legend here and I'm sure you will do great in the UWF, if you survive.

Mitchell places a hand on Abyss's shoulder.

James Mitchell: You see that's what Abyss is, he's a survivor, he survived prison, he survived the Asylum, he survived a world that was content to beat him down and leave him for the vultures, he needed a guiding hand, namely me, to show him how to survive and to use that anger that had built up in him to do so, when you ask me if I think he'll win at Wrestlemania I do because Abyss is a survivor and he'll do anything to do so.

Mitchell removes his hand from Abyss's shoulder and gets in between Rikishi and Abyss.

James Mitchell: The Monsters ball is all about survival, as it grinds down you will to continue you need to push through and embrace the pain, he's been doing that his whole life but you don't know the first thing about survival and that's why you will fail Mr Fatu and Abyss will drag you back to the reality of this world and show you the truth.

Mitchell lowers the mic.

[George]

The Warhorse scratches his head, mocking Punk, he doesn’t seem to be catching on with what Punk is trying to scratch here now.

WARHORSE: YEAH, I DO.

PAL, DID YOU COME OUT HERE PLUCKING UP THE WRONG GUY?! DID YOU REALLY CHECK THE MEMO OR EVEN TAKE A LOOK OVER THIS RING TO SEE WHO YOU’VE GOT HERE TONIGHT? SINCE WELL, IT SURE SEEMS TO THE WARHORSE EVERY WORD THAT COMES OUT YOUR SLOBBERY TRAP WOULD BE TO SOMEONE WHO ISN’T THE WARHORSE. MAYBE SOMEONE WHO HASN’T FOUGHT WITH HIS WORD AND HONOR TO THE HEART EVERY SINGLE NIGHT HERE IN THE RING. SOMEONE WHO HASN’T WALTZED ON PAST FAILURES, LIKE TWO OTHER WRINKLY FOLK PEOPLE IN THIS RING RIGHT NOW WOULD’VE DONE, THE WARHORSE HAS MADE THOSE FAULTS GODDAMN IRRELEVANT. NO, YOU’D THINK THAT.

A OLD TIMER BITTER AT THE WORLD AND ALL IT’S CULTURES AND NOOKS AND CRANNIES YOU’D MAKE THE WARHORSE OUT TO BE. NO, I KILLED A MAN LIKE THAT ONCE, AND YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT. WHY?! WHAT DOES IT SCRATCH DOWN ON JUST LYING TO THE WARHORSE AND THE PEOPLE? THE ONLY PERSON WHO’LL BELIEVE IT HERE IS YOURSELF, AND THAT’S NOT A HELLUVA JUDGE TO IMPRESS.

I MEAN WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TWO TO START TALKING ABOUT BEING REAL OR EVEN A FIGHTER. YOU TWO ARE THE FAKEST ASSHOLES IN THIS JOINT. I THINK THE ONLY THING THAT COULD BE FAKER WOULD BE IF YOU WHEELED OUT TWO STONE STATUES OF YOURSELVES OUT HERE, AND I THINK THEY’D EVEN HAVE A BIT MORE DECENCY. BOTH OF YOU HAVE PROVED YOURSELVES TO BE THIS NOT FOR YOUR LEGACY BUT THE MONEY, TIME AFTER TIME AFTER TIME. YOU STICK AROUND IN THIS SHIT FOR WHAT?! TO TELL THE YOUTH HOW IT WAS BACK IN YOUR DAY? FIDDLESTICKS AND HANKY PANKY AND ALL.

I AT LEAST KNOW WHO THE HELL I AM AND WHAT I LIVE BY. YOU JUST SEEM TO PREACH AGAINST YOURSELF. IT’S A VERY CHOICE GAME, LITTLE BOY, BUT IF THAT’S YOU WANT TO PLAY, SURE GO AHEAD. IF ANYTHING YOU’RE JUST COUNTING YOURSELF OUT OF THIS FIGHT BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO TAKE THAT POSITION, RALLY ON UP ONTO YOUR HIGH HORSE AND HIDE BEHIND YOUR BIG FAT FUCKIN’ BUDDY, EH? I BET IT’LL ALL BE FUN TRYING TO REAP ALL THAT YOU’VE SOWN WITH THIS SUPERIORITY AND TELLING EVERYONE HOW GODDAMN SHIT THEY ARE, EH?! WELL, PEPSI MAN, YOU’LL BE ALL OUT OF LUCK WHEN THE WARHORSE SENDS YOU CRASHING DOWN TO YOUR LEVEL WITH THESE HOOVES AND HELL, GIVE YOU A REALITY CHECK TO IT.

The Warhorse glares down Punk’s gold again.

AND YOU WON’T GET NEAR THAT AGAIN. IT’LL BE A FAR CRY TO BE HOPING TO EVEN BE NEAR THAT GOLD AFTER YOU STEP INTO THE RING WITH THE WARHORSE. YOU’LL BE BEGGING MCINTYRE OR SHOZAKI FOR SCRAPS. YOU’LL BE COWERING AT THE KNEES OF EC3 TO EVEN BE IN HIS MIND. I DON’T DO THAT. I NEVER HAVE. I JUST LIVE, I DO WHAT THE HELL A WRESTLER DOES HERE. FIGHT, AND FIGHT AND FIGHT UNTIL I CAN’T NO MORE. WHAT MORE COULD I ASK FOR? WHAT MORE COULD ONE DREAM FOR? A FAT PAL WITH A POLO TOP ON? THAT’D BE THE DREAM, OH YEAH WOULDN’T IT, PUNK.

IT’S NEVER BEEN IN MY SIGHTS. I HAVE ONLY ONE THING ON MY MIND AND THAT’S TO FIGHT. THAT BELT MEANS THE WARHORSE HAS BETTER FUNDS TO GO AND FIGHT BETTER, IT’S REALLY THAT SIMPLE. YOU JUST USE IT TO POSE, YOU USE IT TO PUSH THIS PHONEY AGENDA YOU’VE BROUGHT UP WHEN YOU REALISED YOU COULDN’T MAKE IT AS A FIGHTER HERE.YOU SLID IT IN THE DECK WHEN YOU REALISED YOU COULDN’T CUT PAPER WITH A CHAINSAW AROUND HERE. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, YOU COULDN’T DO IT. YOU DON’T SEE THE FACT YOU CAN’T MAKE IT AS A CLEAN FIGHTER BECAUSE IT SCARES YOU TO THE CORE. QUAKES YOU DOWN TO YOUR BOOTS, BUT YOU KNOW OTHERWISE YOU WOULD BE FACING BRAY RIGHT NOW WOULDN’T YOU?

YOU’D FACE SOMEONE YOU DEEM WORTHY. YOU’D FACE SOMEONE AS BOGGED OUT AND BORED AS YOU. YOU’D FIND SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T HAVE ANY FIGHT LEFT IN THEM. YOU’D FIND SOMEONE WHO ISN’T ME, AND I AM THE BIGGEST THREAT TO YOU WHETHER YOU WANT TO FACE IT OR NOT, I DON’T CARE, BECAUSE I DON’T GET PAID MORE FOR YOU FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY. I GET PAID TO FIGHT, I GET PAID TO CARE. I EARN EVERY LAST CENT. I ALWAYS HAVE. BUT NO, YOU WANNA PLAY A DOLLAR STORE GAME ON A BANQUET, SURE WHY NOT, BRING IT, BUT KNOW IT WON’T HOLD. KNOW THAT QUALITY AIN’T DURABLE AND YOUR SIGHTS WILL SNAP AS QUICKLY AS A TWIG.

The Warhorse shakes his head.

YOU CAN PAINT WHATEVER PICTURE OF THE WARHORSE YOU WANT, ASSHOLE, BUT KNOW I’VE GOT MY EYES PRETTY DIRECT IN LINE WITH WHAT THE HELL I WANT, AND YOU, YOU CAN’T SAY THE SAME, WELL, YOU COULD IF YOU WANTED TO SHARE ANOTHER LIE. I MEAN HELL, YOU COMING BACK FOR A PAYCHEQUE AND TO YANK BACK YOUR BUDDY WHO’S FAILED HERE PROBABLY THE SAME AMOUNT OF TIMES AS YOU - AND THAT’S A LOT - AND TRY AND CONVINCE THESE FANS YOU’RE HERE FOR THEM? HELLUVA MOTIVE, DUDE. I BET ALL OF THAT RENAISSANCE METHODOLOGY REALLY HAS YOUR MIND IN THE RIGHT PLACE TO PULL THAT OFF.

I MEAN HELL, YOU COME OUT HERE PARADE LIKE YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT IT ALL AND COME AND PAINT THE DELICATE PICTURE THAT THE WARHORSE IS MISOGYNISTIC, PAINT THE PICTURE THAT THE WARHORSE IS HOMOPHOBIC, AN INCEL?! I MEAN THE LIST GOES ON, BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY IT’S A WHOLE LOT OF PROJECTING. ARE YOU HOMOPHOBIC? DO YOU HATE THE SHIT OUT OF WOMEN? DO YOU CRAWL UP INTO A CORNER AND EAT DORITOS? I MEAN HELL, IF ONE OF THOSE RENAISSANCE FUCKS WERE STILL ABOUT THEY’D PROBABLY BE LIKE THAT, THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT TO BE RIGHT? HEAD ALL CAUGHT UP IN THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY, YEAH?!

I DON’T CARE ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO LIVE LIKE YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF A COMPUTER BEFORE, SHITTING IN HOLES AND LETTING YOUR BALLS HANG LOOSE OUT IN PUBLIC OR SOME SHIT. WHO DOES CARE ABOUT THAT? DOES JOE? I BET IT GETS THAT JOE REAL SLOPPY. YET DOES IT MEAN SHIT ABOUT THAT BELT? NO. I THINK IT’S JUST ANOTHER DISTRACTION FROM THE FACT THAT YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT, YOU ONLY KNOW HOW TO CHEAT AND LIE TO GET WHERE YOU ARE. HOW’S THE VIEW FROM YOUR CONTORTED HILL OF LIES? ENJOY IT BEFORE I MAKE IT CRUMBLE DOWN AND EVERYONE REALISES HOW MUCH OF A FRAUD YOU AND I KNOW YOU ARE.

The Warhorse lowers the microphone and awaits his response from Punk.