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Post by andyf85 on Apr 29, 2021 9:14:25 GMT -6
The Drum beats are heard around the arena, and the crowd know what it signals as the camera pans around showing the fans in attendance are on their feet and the chanting begins, Gold-berg.. Gold-berg.. Gold-berg.. The Man bursts through the curtain and appears on the stage as his pyro spew all over his body. Goldberg marches down the ramp with a look of intensity in his eyes, stopping half way to momentarily soak in the atmosphere.
He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron before stepping into the ring and moving to the ropes, putting one foot on the bottom rope he pushes down on the top one and looks out towards the crowd. He hops back down and signals for a mic which he receives and he begins his address.
Goldberg: Six Years Ladies and Gentlemen. That is how long it has been since Bill Goldberg last stepped foot inside of a UWF ring. Then just like that. (Goldberg clicks his fingers) That all changed this past week when ‘The Man’ shocked the world and made a sensational return to this company and I did that with one emphatic spear to AJ Styles.
On that note there is a huge pop from the UWF Universe.
Goldberg: You liked that, huh? Well, you know I did not do that for you or for your approval. The reason I did what I did is because I cannot stand AJ Styles. Here is a guy who has been leaching off this company for years. Going around claiming to be ‘The Face that Runs the Place’ and spouting a load of crap about ascending. Give me a break. AJ Styles is nothing, but a God damn joke. I know it, everyone here knows it and AJ Styles knows it himself. The fact stares him in the face every single morning when he looks in the mirror.
I mean just look at last night and the circle jerk which went on with Slater and Rhino just to massage the ego of Styles. One big joke. And what is more than that, on top of being the biggest joke going in this company AJ Styles is a pathetic looser to boot. Got his ass kicked at Mania by a guy cosplaying and running around with damn puppets and then got his ass kicked again by Seth Rollins of all people at Revolution. And he is the guy? Who the hell is even drinking from that Kool-aid anymore?
‘The Man’ with a look of distain on his face, lets out a slight sigh as he shakes his head and then continues.
Goldberg: An over-rated piece of crap. And you know he is one of the main reasons that this company is in the sorry state that it is right now. That is why the UWF was practically on its knees begging me to come back. This promotion was in desperate need for some credibility, someone who is real and authentic. Well they got what they wanted, they got that, and so much more when I signed on that dotted line. Everyone is sick and tired of AJ Styles’ bullshit and at Backlash I am going to put an end to it once and for all.
AJ at Backlash, this neanderthal is not coming to joke around, I’m coming for a fight. I am coming to ascend these size 12’s (Goldberg looks down at his right foot) straight up your ass. You got just a small taste of what I am capable of last week and that scared the shit out of you. That is nothing compared to what is in store for you on May 23, when that bell goes, and it is no holds barred you will be begging me to end it. You will be pleading for me to put you out of your misery.
A sadistic smile begins to stretch across the face of Goldberg as he imagines what he will do to AJ Styles at Backlash
Goldberg: So, what says you Styles. Are you gonna show your face or has that yellow streak moved from your back to down your leg?
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Post by Dres on Apr 29, 2021 10:59:23 GMT -6
Suddenly the lights go out and the titantron screen begins to play a familiar clip.After Goku says, “even further beyond, the screen goes black and all is silent for a moment until a familiar voice breaks the silence.I HAVE ASCENDED!The crowd boos but they’re drowned out by pyro shooting from the stage. At the end of it, the screen says two words, Demi God, as a new theme begins to play.The song is, “Element of Surprise” by Lloyd Banks as AJ walks out to the instrumental, his hood covering his head as he’s hunched over. He straightens up quickly, throwing the hood back and his arms out to the side as the vocals begin.AJ continues down the ramp and enters the ring, motioning for a microphone until he’s granted one. He then raises it to his mouth as his music fades out to silence.”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Let’s conduct a quick poll: has everyone that wants to see Backlash in person bought their ticket? And if you won’t be seeing it in person, have you made a mental or physical note to order it on pay-per-view? I’m asking because it’s fair to let you know now, if you’re ordering or attending the event because you’re expecting to see AJ Styles get his ass handed to him by Goldberg, you’re not going to get your money’s worth.The fans boo this as AJ flashes his well known, often shown arrogant smile.”The Demi God” AJ Styles: I tell ya, Ethan’s so desperate to attract a buzz sometimes I’m surprised he’s not wearing a beekeeper’s outfit instead of a suit. Well much like the mix-up in Toy Story 2, this isn’t the buzz you’re looking for. If you want buzz, you should be giving me my rightful rematch for the Intercontinental Championship or a deserved second shot at the UWF Championship but instead, you’ve thrown cash at another one of yesteryear’s fossils. But see, this isn’t like Rick Rude waltzing into the Royal Rumble conversation and running his mouth, Goldberg got physical with me so I’m not so much rolling my eyes as I am licking my lips because while it is ridiculous that you’ve brought Bill back to the dance, I’m actually going to enjoy his being here and there’s a few reasons other than the fact I owe him a receipt.
For starters, AJ Styles versus Goldberg isn’t a match that’s happened in the UWF or anywhere else, our paths haven’t crossed. So even if I didn’t owe him a receipt, this is about what it’s about with every other opponent, proving that I’m better. Because this whole mystique that’s surrounded you your entire career, this promotion of you as an attraction? I never freakin’ got it. Rhino does a better Spear that he calls the Gore and the Jackhammer is basically a Delayed Vertical Suplex so what exactly separates you from the pack and makes you special? Is it because you headbutt doors? Or is it you think you’re special because you aren’t a sports entertainer or wrestler or blah blah blah. Goldberg’s just here to hurt people, that’s what makes him different. Well for starters, you do hurt people, just ask Bret Hart, but that makes you as stupid and reckless as Ryback and guess who else just wanted to hurt people? Brock Lesnar and guess who kicked his ass out of the UWF? Yours truly.
So see, even when you’re trying to be different and unique, there just isn’t an original thing about you, Bill. Because the comparisons don’t stop there. Your sudden comeback is like Jericho’s and guess what? I beat him out of the company, too. And guess who else came out of retirement and thought they were going to beat me, ring rust and all? CM Punk. And I can point out these things and be confident because losing to Bray and losing to Seth, it doesn’t make the other things go away. It doesn’t change the fact that I am and always will be AJ Styles. But let’s get from sound logic back to your flawed logic. You think that not being a wrestler puts you at some sort of advantage. Well not when you’re facing the wrestler because even if it devolves into just being a fight, guess what? Wrestling moves are effective in fights so whether we’re wrestling or fighting, I’ve still got the advantage and at Backlash you’re going to find out that on this hallowed ground, your Jackhammer can’t even till the soil and I’m sending you the express route from the luxury of the house that AJ Styles built back to the mundane life you were living in the nursing home.AJ lowers his microphone and awaits a response.
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Post by Danny on Apr 29, 2021 13:38:40 GMT -6
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Post by andyf85 on Apr 30, 2021 7:33:46 GMT -6
‘The Man’ has a slight chuckle to himself which is audible through his mic, he isn’t buying what AJ is selling. He looks at ‘The Demi-God’ with complete and utter disdain as he begins his rebuttal.
Goldberg: And there it is, another old joke. Boy, I have been hearing that same tired schtick for the past ten years. (Goldberg lets out a slight laugh and shakes his head as if he expected better from Styles) You really have no clue what is heading your way, I almost feel sorry for you. What you need to do is take your head out of your own ass you deluded son of a bitch.
There is a collective gasp from the fans in attendance as they were not expecting that kind of response, it also took AJ aback a little.
Goldberg: You did not build shit around here Styles. I am the guy who laid the foundations in this industry, I put eyes on this product when you were still suckling from your Mommy. Without Bill Goldberg, there never would have been an AJ Styles and that is just a cold hard fact. So, you can keep blowing smoke up your own ass with the whole house that AJ Styles built crap but know this boy, rents due and at Backlash I am kicking that God damn door down and collecting.
‘The Man’ pauses for a moment to take a breath before continuing.
Goldberg: I can see the doubt in your eyes. And I could hear the tremble in your voice when you were talking you know that you have bitten off way more than you can chew here. Talking about Bill Goldberg not being unique, or original but failing to realize that the guys you talked about, like Rhino, like Ryback, and Lesnar they were just piss poor imitations of ‘The Man’. I am the blueprint for all of those guys, hell there is another one now running around here in the UWF calling himself the ‘Scottish Psychopath’ just another cheap knock off. Every single one of those guys and the countless others there have been over the years will always pale in comparison to me. What makes me different from all of them is that this is not act, no gimmick, this is real. It is just like I mentioned last week I am an anomaly and that is something that just can not be replicated.
Goldberg looks Styles dead in the eyes as he continues.
Goldberg: You did get something right. I did hurt Bret Hart and you wanna know something else I’m dead proud of that fact too and I enjoyed every second of doing it. I have no regrets. And Styles something you need to think long and hard about is that you ain’t no Bret Hart, you are not even close. That guy was arguably the greatest ‘wrestler’ (Goldberg finger quotes the word) there ever was and the scary thing is AJ I kicked his damn head off in a wrestling match, that was sanctioned, it had rules, yet I still ended his career in a blink of an eye.
The fans begin to grumble at that statement, they loved Bret and hated the fact his career was ended prematurely at the hands of ‘The Man’
Goldberg: So, what the hell do you think I am going to do to you when the shackles are taken off and the rule book is thrown out of the window? You come at me with the mentality of a wrestling move is effective in a fight with ‘The Man’, you may as well be strolling up to a gunfight armed with a God damn penknife, I will kick your teeth down your throat and make what I did to Bret all those years ago look like child’s play.
There is a smile etched across Goldberg’s face which changes to that of slight disgust as if he remembers something else which AJ had said to him.
Goldberg: There is a reason Styles that our paths have never crossed before now. Styles/Goldberg has never happened because you have never been on my level. You never have and never will measure up to the great Bill Goldberg. Only in your own deluded mind do you stand a chance when you step up to me, for years the powers-that-be have protected you and kept you away from me because you did have value at some point. You were once marketable, but those days have long since expired, you are way past your sell by date and at Backlash I’m here to take out the trash!
'The Man' lowers his mic and looks at Styles for a response.
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Post by Fauche on Apr 30, 2021 17:05:10 GMT -6
Edwin Starr's legendary counter-culture anthem "War" blasts through the PA. While the fans don't yet understand why it's playing, they can't help but sing along with the classic tune, a number of them even leave their seats to dance along with that funky rhythm. All those high spirits are dashed, however, when CM Punk and Samoa Joe come through the curtain. The IC Champ's title belt is slung lazily over one shoulder while he carries a sign over his head. It reads:MAKE LOVE NOT WARHORSEAs Punk walks down the ramp, playing up the hippy protesting gimmick, he finds a camera and leans over to yell in the lens.Punk: Give peace a chance, folks! The same way we keep on giving 'em to WARHORSE. Continuing his march to the ring, the Champ sings the chorus line while waving his sign around for all to see. The Samoan Submission Machine trails closely behind, as stoic and threatening as ever. Punk may be having a grand old time and goofing around, but Joe's role remains the same - protect the asset. Heading around the squared circle, Punk places his sign on the commentary table, instructing Tom Phillips to keep it safe for him while he collects some mics. He then slides into the ring, tosses a stick to Joe and waits for the music to fade and the crowd to chill out. Once the arena has quieted down, he gets to work. I want this protest on record. No, seriously guys. Jot this down. Make a note. Just like how "I told ya so" heading into Mania, I need you guys to book mark this moment so that later on you can look back and realize just how right I was all along. Then you can tweet me stuff like "ah shux, you totally warned us" instead of all the hate mail.
I'm not protesting the match - that it's happening or that we have to run it back with this false pretense that a gimmick is gonna do Jake there any favours. Nah, what I'm taking a stand against is you people and your unabashed enabling of an underqualified loser's pipe dream. You could put a cap on this farce any time. All you have to do is stop buying WARHORSE merch, start changing the channel any time he comes on T.V., and do whatever you can to let EC3 know that you're sick and tired of him booking this spray-tan indy dork for the world's finest wrestling organization. That's it. Show some common sense and courtesy and pull the plug before I have to do it myself.
But you're not. You won't. I know it. Joe knows it. Everyone knows it. You're gonna scream your little hearts out and chant his name and hope against hope that he'll finally get it right and win the big one because, I dunno, of some weird projected wish fulfillment fantasy where you get off on seeing an untalented bum overachieve. Like if he can do it, so could you. That's not how real life works, though. There's no gold at the end of the rainbow. Only me. I got their first.Joe sneers at some douchebag in the front row who won't stop shouting "WHAT" after everything Punk says. The terrified smark shuts right the heck up.All that to say that the sole reason we're going through with the charade again is strictly to ride out the most depressing example of the sunk cost fallacy to its bitter, predictable end. WARHORSE didn't earn this. He begged for it and you... well, you all backed him. A voice of reason would have gone a long way, but that's not on me. I already beat that drum. And dammit if I didn't think the big, embarrassing loss at Mania would be enough to send the kid packing - to the back of the line if not out of the territory completely. My bad for assuming he had a shred of dignity, or that the "UWF Universe" would have the wherewithal to recognize a lost cause.
I'll give him the shot. The cage match. Guess I'm just too nice for my own good sometimes. Besides, what have I got to lose? I already know I can beat him. Surrounding this ring in chain link doesn't change a thing. There's no special alignment of the stars that'll change the fact that I'm the better fighter, but even though this idiot's convoluted struggle to figure out the secret recipe - the alchemy that turns garbage in to gold - at least I get paid in full for an easy night of work. I considered it insulting to get paired up against this tomato can on the Grandest Stage of 'em All. Backlash is another story. Frankly, its a better story, cause this will definitively be the last time you see him challenge for my title. He's holding on to relevancy by the skin of his teeth, and now that he's actually got that skin the game, I stand to gain something in beating him other than the satisfaction of beating up an asshole.
The privilege of being the guy who closes the book on the fictitious epic of WARHORSE's glorious championship aspirations is one I whole-heartedly embrace. I don't know if it's going to be crippling or cathartic for all you mouth-breathing cave-people to see your hero snuffed out but either way, I think it's important that you recognize it's all on you. I'm just the messenger. The bad news. The firing squad. The man who has maintained - since day one - that WARHORSE is good for absolutely nothin'. I can't wait for you to see the world the way I do. That's my gift. That's my Renaissance. Punk lowers his microphone, a calm, pastoral smile spread smugly across his mug. The fans shower him and Joe with some serious hate but as far as the Champ's concerned, that's just the sound of growing pains. Soon enough, they'll understand.
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Post by George on May 1, 2021 14:54:12 GMT -6
The bewildering sounds of "Raining Blood" blast through the PA, with a loud ovation, guttural from the crowd for the arrival of the Warhorse, the man who has practically been the antithesis of CM Punk’s Renaissance dreams. The distortion wails in, and the spooky sounds continue to flow, until we peak up and then we hit the strong, driving riff coming through the speakers, as the Warhorse pumps through the curtain, standing off with a menacing head bangs, and a pretty vague look on his face. The Warhorse sympathisers in the crowd bang their heads with ultra enthusiasm through the whole of the first two verses, as well as the MAJORITY Slayer fans, throw 'em up brother. The Warhorse finishes up headbanging up at the top of the ramp, and then starts marching down to the ramp with all of the intensity in his feet in the world. Microphone gripped tightly in his hand. He slides up onto the apron and stands, climbing right through the ropes, and standing in the middle of the ring as we hit the chorus: RAINING BLOOD, FROM A LACERATED SKY, BLEEDING IT'S HORROR, CREATING MY STRUCTURE, NOW I SHALL REIGN IN BLOOD.
The Warhorse headbangs like crazy, with all the intensity in the world, as we get a bewildering Kerry King guitar solo, with all the stage presence in the world. As it fades, the Warhorse gains his footing strongly in the ring, glaring off at Joe and Punk.. He then raises his microphone up and prepares to voice his mind about his gruelling feud with CM Punk over the months that trail us. WARHORSE: BOTH YOU AND I KNOW YOU WOULDN’T HOLD THAT BELT IF HE WASN’T HERE. BOTH YOU AND I KNOW THAT WITHOUT HIM, YOU’D BE NOTHING, HELL, YOU’D PROBABLY NOT EVEN BE STANDING HERE TODAY, YET HERE WE ARE. PRESENT DAY, WITH NOTHING THAT CAN BE MODIFIED TO CHANGE THE SITUATION WE’RE IN. I DON’T EVEN NEED TO TELL YOU WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID, BECAUSE YOU KNOW, DESPITE YOU ACTING LIKE YOU DON’T. SURE MAN, WHATEVER, LIVE YOUR LIFE AND SEE IT HOWEVER YOU WANT TO, I’M NOT ONE TO CRAMP STYLES OUT HERE. OR MOVEMENTS, AS YOU’D LOVE TO INSIST ON.
I MEAN AFTER ALL THAT’S WHAT THIS RENAISSANCE BULLSHIT IS ABOUT, YOU JUST TOLD US. A FACADE, LIKE THE MUSIC INDUSTRY ENGULFING GREEN DAY AND CALLING THEM PUNK ROCK TODAY. THAT’S PRACTICALLY YOU, YOU ARE MODERN DAY GREEN DAY, AND I DON’T THINK YOU HAVE A CATCHY STRING OF WORDS TO SHUT THAT OUT. A FACADE OF A MAN TRYING TO SELL A FACETIOUS CONCEPT, WHO’D THUNK IT.
YOU DON’T SEE IT THAT WAY THOUGH.The Warhorse paces, trying to calm him down off his riled mental horse. THE WORLD HAS TURNED AND LEFT CM PUNK HERE… IN THE MIND OF CM PUNK. EVERYONE IS JUST TRYING TO THWACK HIM ON THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND FUCK HIM IN THE ASS, YEAH? SCREAM DOWN THAT NOBODY CAN ENTER THE FORTRESS HE HARDLY OWNS! HELL, I BET THAT BIG, FAT, UGLY, PIECE OF SHIT SAMOAN YOU HAVE OVER THERE IS LICKING HIS LIPS AT THE THOUGHT OF KICKING YOUR ASS.
HELL, IF YOU WANT TO MAKE ALL THESE WARNINGS, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY CHECK THE CAUTION IN YOUR CORNER, BROTHER. THAT, HOWEVER, IS NOT ON THE WARHORSE’S MIND IN THE SLIGHTEST. I DON’T CARE IF SAMOA JOE WANTS TO KICK YOU IN THE DICK AND SPIT IN YOUR EYE OR NOT, IT DOESN’T PHASE ME. I’M HERE FOR BACKLASH’S MATCH, THE MATCH THAT YEAH, YOU COULDA JUST SAID NO. BUT YOU DIDN’T, AND THAT’S ON YOU, NOT THE WARHORSE. FRANKLY, THE WARHORSE WOULDA GOT IT EITHER WAY, AND YOU KNOW IT, HELL, IT MIGHTA EVEN BEEN A KEY MOTIVATION TO GIVE THE WARHORSE THIS MATCH. NOT BECAUSE YOU THINK THE WARHORSE ISN’T WORTHY, NOT GOOD ENOUGH OF A FIGHTER OR MAN TO FACE THE GREAT RENAISSANCE BRINGER, CM PUNK. NO, IF YOU SAID THAT YOU’D KNOW YOU’D HAVE NO GODDAMN TRAIL BACK ONCE THE WARHORSE BEATS YOUR GODDAMN ASS.
IT’S SMART, I’LL PUT THAT TO YOU, PEPSI MAN. YOU CAN TRY TO PULL THE WOOL OVER THE EYES OF THE PEOPLE, BUT NOT THE WARHORSE, YOU CAN LIE AND BE AS VINDICTIVE AS EVER, AND I’LL SEE THAT YOU’RE SCARED BECAUSE YOU KNOW YOUR SPOT ISN’T SECURE. YOU PLAY A DISTRACTION GAME TO TRY AND MAKE EVERYONE LOSE SIGHT ON THE TRUTH, BUT IT SITS THERE CLEAR AS DAY.
FEAR IT MORE, BECAUSE IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN PUNK, AND YOUR SAMOAN WON’T BE ABLE TO SAVE YOU FROM BLUE BARS, AND A LONG HARD LOOK AT THOSE LIGHTS. AND NEW, AND OUT WITH THE FACADE.
The Warhorse lowers his microphone and waits from a response from the troublesome duo.
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Post by Dres on May 1, 2021 22:04:28 GMT -6
AJ raises his microphone to respond.”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Hmm, what to diagnose this as? Is it what’s left of your marbles simply spilling out and scattering? Is it the mental fabric unraveling out of control like a Slinky going down a staircase? Is it just the ramblings of a crusty old salt of the business? Is it verbal diarrhea? Well, I’m no doctor, but I would diagnose it as a cocktail of all of it mixed with delusions of grandeur and simply drinking your own Kool-Aid. The problem is, you don’t realize you’re the only one that’s thirsty for it. Even the guy that threw money at you and had you put pen to paper wasn’t going, “Hmm, how do I get Goldberg back?” Your absence hasn’t made anyone’s heart grow fonder, it’s just made people forget. Sure they remember you now that they’re looking at you and hearing you but if you walked out of the company again following Backlash, they’d forget about you all over again in about a month.
There’s a reason I played the old card, you freakin’ grandpa, it’s not just because it’s fun to make fun of you, I’m hoping that you might actually come to your senses and realize just how out of your depth you are and how much you’re about to embarrass yourself at Backlash. You took a cheap shot when I wasn’t expecting it and your adrenaline was running and you think because of that, you’ve still got it. Well you’re like an empty bowel, Goldberg, you don’t got crap! All this talk about AJ Styles being past his sell-by date and not being marketable anymore should be being directed at yourself as you stand looking in a mirror but you’re just too stubborn and stupid to admit that and you dodge accountability like people are out here dodging Covid shots, but here’s the thing, part of me is okay with you doing that because the more you build yourself up with lies and false beliefs, the more I’m going to enjoy force feeding you some humble pie.
Because while you keep saying I’ve got pee on my leg and I’m scared and trembling and all that other garbage, there’s the other part of me that’s not okay with you shooting off at the mouth and not caring what’s in the bullets. In fact, the other part of me is pretty damn pissed off, moreso than I was before you came out and Spear’d me. What that means is all that anger mixed with the handicaps you’re coming in with like age and ring rust, well it’s not going to be as refreshing as that cocktail of bull you’re drinking to hype yourself up, it’s going to be very bitter in your mouth. No Holds Barred means that when I slap on the Calf Crusher, I can literally crush your calf if I want to and then you can either tap out or let the ass kicking continue. No Holds Barred also means that if I want to take this padding off and crack you with a bare Phenomenal Forearm and knock your dentures back so fast it lacerates your uvula, I can freakin’ do that too!
I’m a former Hardcore Champion, Bill, I competed in that division on Smackdown which means No Holds Barred is more my advantage than it is yours. For you, No Holds Barred is more of a crutch because you can’t wrestle a match anymore. That’s why you’re not on Revolution this week and probably won’t be in this ring except to run your mouth to me until Backlash, because you don’t want that exposed. Well we’re going to see how much of a fighter you are, but I’ll tell you now what’s going to come out in the wash. It’ll be that you aren’t legitimate, you aren’t dominant, and the only reason you’ll be able to say you were part of an attraction is because my name is on the marquee with you. I’m not stupid, there’s a reason you picked me as your first target. From a mental and physical standpoint it wasn’t the smartest decision but from a fiscal standpoint, it’s the biggest payday you could net in this company but just like them, you aren’t going to get your money’s worth either because every cent of that payday is going to go into healing your old ass from the kicking it’s going to get.
But you’re fine with dragging this worn and weary husk of a man home to your wife and kid and telling him, “Can’t play today, champ, still hurting from Backlash” because at least you’re trying, right? Your son can look at you following your dreams and be inspired. Well the only thing he’s going to be inspired to do watching his pathetic Dad is fail and wear out his welcome with anything he attempts to do in life. What a freakin’ legacy.AJ lowers his microphone again.
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Post by Fauche on May 2, 2021 13:15:28 GMT -6
The Champ squints at his opponent, confused as he's ever been by the off-base ranting and ravings of a man detached from reality. From there, he turns to Joe, shrugs, and then directs his attention back to WARHORSE.Punk: Dude... what the hell are you even talking about? Me and Joe are cool. We're doing just fine. Isn't that right, Joe? He opens the floor up for the Submission Machine, who's happy to take it from there.Joe: Thick as thieves. A lot of people have spouted off about there being some "miscommunication" between Punk and I at Wrestlemania. This will be the third and last time I feel the need to address this, but I'll say it again...
We are both men of our word and we couldn't be more clear about our intentions here. Punk said he was going to retain the championship. So he did. I said I was going to put you in your place. So I did. See unlike you, WARHORSE, we don't need to backtrack and make excuses for failing to live up to our goals and standards. That's the way of the coward. Your time in the UWF shows a consistent pattern of nonsuccesses, each more frustrating, more disappointing, and with exponentially more complicated and muddled excuses to compensate. Some might call it "grasping at straws". It's self-parody at this point, which suites you about right. It wasn't more than a few weeks ago that I told you I would cut you down and you swore it wouldn't matter. You assured The Renaissance that it wasn't capable of keeping you from winning the Intercontinental Championship. That vow was sandwiched between the same kind of childish insults you're still spitting out now. This mistaken belief that a cage can save you is even more indicative of your inability to learn your lesson. There's no acknowledgement of flaws, no growth. No evolution. Appropriate for a nostalgia junkie. Huh... ya know what? I just had this thought - I know its been popular in the past for comparisons to be drawn between you and the legends of the 80's, but I'd argue your less the modern day Ultimate Warrior and more this generation's Doink. No... Eugene. A punch line. A fool's gimmick, made that much more worse by your not being in on the joke.
And boy, this ring isn't the place for bad comedy. The sport of wrestling doesn't need you. The spirit of competition is above you. The UWF Intercontinental Championship is beyond you. The cage doesn't matter. It can't help you and it won't stop us. There's one reason and one reason only you've been allowed to be called a "Contender" again and it's to ensure that it's for the last time.Joe finishes there, letting his mic down while coming towards WARHORSE all Alpha-Male-Mark-My-Territory-Style. CM Punk steps forward again to reinsert himself in the narrative here.Punk: Exactly. Exactly. This is an execution, not a do-over. Yeah, Joe stepped in at Mania. So what? You called him names, he kicked your ass. That's been the law of the jungle for everyone in the country since grade school. He told you that you had it coming. You're just salty cause you couldn't stop him. And like, hey, don't take it too hard. Look at this guy! He's a fucking killer. He's a monster! Of course he beat you up. That's what he does.
And losing is what you do. Not just to me, not just at Wrestlemania. Mysterio. Lesnar. Suzuki. Lest we forget the teachings of the Nature Boy - you can't beat champions because you aren't good enough to be one. How many times have we competed together in the ring now? We're getting close to counting on two hands and you've never shown you've got what it takes to beat me. Shit, you just had this big opportunity to take out the next guy in line and you couldn't even do that! You're just not at this level, man.
That's the big flaw in your plan. Cutting Joe out of the equation isn't going to make a difference. You've lost so many championship matches now that even if you won, the whole world would call it a fluke. And you've trapped yourself behind this garbage stipulation - this cage match - wherein you technically don't even have to win to win. I know you're at such a low point in your career that sneaking out of a real fight like a scared little rat seems as good a way as any to finally get the gold, but you gotta understand how transparent and pathetic that is. Jake, buddy, you're damaged goods. The bloom is off the rose. Deep down, nobody believes in you, they just feel sorry for you. It's co cringey watching you dig your own grave. There's this faint glimmer of hope you can turn it around but like Joe said, you're still the same loser you were last time we fought and a cage, whether it's chain link or blue bars, isn't enough to play the difference maker when it comes to the disparity between you and I. There's twenty odd wrestlers on this roster and I can sleep easy when you're the guy I'm booked to fight because you're the one I know without a shadow of a doubt that I can beat any given night.Brooks signs off on that note, leaving it open for WARHORSE to reply.
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Post by George on May 3, 2021 16:00:01 GMT -6
The Warhorse scans over these men with a vague air of “pissed off” and then directs his sights to CM Punk, microphone held tight.
WARHORSE: I DON’T THINK YOU TWO SEE YOURSELVES, A MIRROR MUST BE A FAR MEMORY FOR YOU TWO. IT SEEMS THAT ALL THE TALK YOU DO JUST READS AS DOUBLE EDGED, AND YOU TWO ARE HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE TO IT. YOU CALL OUT THE WARHORSE FOR BEING ABSURD YET HAVE PUREST FAITH YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ANY, LET THE WARHORSE REPEAT, ANY IMPACT HERE IN THE UWF BEYOND YOUR BETTER YEARS? BEHIND THE THINGS THAT HAVE PASSED YOU? NO, CALL THE WARHORSE DELUDED ALL YOU WANT BUT THAT JUST READS LIKE ANOTHER LIE ON A FRAUD FILLED MANIFESTO.
THE OH SO GREAT CM PUNK WILL FALL SOONER OR LATER, AND WHAT HAPPENS THEN? JOE SITS BY AND PATS YOU ON THE BACK FOR THE EFFORT? YOU TAKE YOUR BALL AND FUCK OFF TO CHICAGO OR SOME OTHER DINGY SHITHOLE? I MEAN HELL BUD, HOW MANY LIVES DO YOU EXPECT TO LIVE? WHAT ARE YOU, A PUSSY CAT? I DON’T KNOW, BROTHER, I’D TAKE IT UP WITH THE MAN UPSTAIRS ON ALL THAT FATE MALARKEY.
BUT NO, IT SEEMS YOU’RE DOING A LOT TO ESTABLISH YOUR CREDIBILITY, PUNK. I’M SURE IT’S NICE TO THINK TIME TO TIME YOU’RE A MAN OF HIS WORD, KEEPING IT REAL FOR THE FOLKS. BUILDING IT ON A BED OF BRICKS OF LIES AND DECEPTION, BROTHER, IT’S A BOLD STRATEGY, COTTON. LIES LIKE YOU CAN BEAT THE WARHORSE EVERY TIME YOU STEP IN THE RING WITH HIM. IF THE WARHORSE WAS SO EASY, IF THE WARHORSE WAS A BREEZE OVER THE HEAD OF CM PUNK, WHY IS IT SO OVERLOOKED THAT YOU HAD TO THROW THE TOYS OUT OF YOUR PRAM AND TELL JOE TO DO WHAT YOU COULDN’T? BEAT DOWN THE WARHORSE, MAKE THE WARHORSE STARE AT THOSE LIGHTS.
I MEAN IF IT WAS DOWN TO YOU, PUNK, YOU WOULDN’T EVEN HAVE THAT CHAMPIONSHIP AROUND YOUR SHOULDER. IF IT WASN’T FOR A CERTAIN BLOATED, FAT, STUPID MAN TUGGING AT THE ANKLE OF THE WARHORSE. SO, WITHOUT SAMOA JOE, CM PUNK WOULDN’T BE CHAMPION. DOES THAT RUB YOU UP THE WRONG WAY, PHILLY? TWO ASS RULERS TO YOUR BACK WOULD HAVE BEEN THE END OF YOUR NIGHT AT WRESTLEMANIA.
FEELING A BRIEF URGE TO BACKTRACK NOW?
The Warhorse pauses as the crowd cheers on in support of the Warhorse.
I MEAN HELL BUD, THE WARHORSE IS SUCH A LOSER IN THESE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCHES TO YOU, WITHOUT THAT THING, YOU’D BE EVEN WORSE OF ONE. AND THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS, WITH THE WARHORSE AT THE THRONE YOU WOULDN’T HAD DESERVED A SHOT AT WHAT SHOULD’VE BEEN MINE, I’D MOVED ON FROM YOU. YOU’D BE JUST KNOWN AS YESTERDAY’S NEWS, AND WITHOUT JOE, YOU KNEW THAT’D BE WHERE YOU’D BE LEFT.
THE PEOPLE HAVE KNOWN IT SINCE YOU SHOWN YOUR UGLY FACE AROUND HERE, MAYBE THAT’S WHY THEY NEVER REALLY GOT ON BOARD WITH ALL THAT YOU WERE SELLING, MAYBE THAT’S WHY YOU’VE GOT SUCH A GRUDGE AGAINST EVERYONE AND NOBODY. THE WHOLE PLAN FROM YOUR COUCH MUSTA BEEN STUPENDOUS, TURN UP HERE, BRING IN YOUR PAL, SOAK IN THE APPLAUSE AND GET YOUR DICK SUCKED ON THE REGULAR, I’M SURE IT MUSTA SOUNDED GRAND ON THE BLUEPRINTS.
WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD, ASSHOLE.
IT’S A WORLD WHERE WE DON’T SCRAPE IN THE NEWS OF YESTERDAY, LIVE FOR THE MOMENT AND TO FIGHT FOR WHAT’S RIGHT WITH HONESTY, DECENCY, AND HEART. IT’S A WORLD THAT HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT CM PUNK BY NOVEMBER LAST YEAR. HELL, I WON’T PROBABLY BE REMEMBERED IF I STOMP YOUR FACE INTO PULP, TAKE YOUR BELT AND THROW JOE OFF A BRIDGE, IT’D PROBABLY JUST BE A FOOTNOTE IN THE HISTORY OF THE UWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP. SO TAKE YOUR CHANGE TO ELSEWHERE, MAYBE LOCAL POLITICS, MAYBE THERE THEY’LL OVERLOOK YOUR FLAWS AND LIES, BUT NOT HERE. NOT IN A PLACE WHERE WE ARE THE HEART OF THE TRUE, AND THE BUYERS OF NO SNAKE OIL.
SO HELP ME GOD, IF YOU DON’T SHUT YOUR MOUTH, NOT ONLY WILL I SNAP YOUR BACK WITH THESE FEET AT BACKLASH, I’LL SNAP YOUR MOTHER’S, YOUR SISTERS, YOUR DAD’S, YOUR UNCLE’S, YOUR COUSINS, YOUR FAT SAMOAN FRIEND’S, YOUR DOG’S STUPID, RAT, LYING BACKS LIKE A KIT KAT. AFTER THAT, I’LL HOLD THE BELT I SHOULD’VE WON AT WRESTLEMANIA HIGHER THAN YOU COULD EVER.
The Warhorse lowers his microphone with hope that Punk will just sit there and eat his shit stirred lasagne.
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Post by rawisrey on May 5, 2021 23:00:26 GMT -6
Updated from May 5th Revolution.
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