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Post by Dres on May 14, 2021 2:37:35 GMT -6
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Don’t give me that load of crap, Bill. “I don’t care” is, quite literally, the most overused cop out not only in wrestling, but in every day life. But if you didn’t care, you’d have taken the easy payday and gone after someone you could cut through like tissue paper and be done with it. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t even be giving a word I’ve said the time of day. But you do care. Even though, at the end of the day, you care most about the dollar signs, there’s a difference between not caring at all and caring about one thing more than others, and you fall into the second category. But part of that isn’t your fault, it’s just that former WCW star mentality. So after being in the presence of egomaniacs like Hogan and money grubbers like Hall and Nash, why wouldn’t a bit of that rub off on you and follow you throughout your career? Oh, that’s right, there’s the whole being a decent person and doing this for the love of it. Silly me forgetting that and placing the blame partly on others like it isn’t one hundred and ten percent your fault that you’re a gigantic douchebag.
But it’s not just the dollar signs you see when you survey the situation, it’s ease. You think Backlash is going to be an easy day at the office, and that’s why you accuse me of backtracking, because you think I’m prey losing control of his faculties because of the inevitable completion of the predator’s hunt. Well, for starters, I’m not backtracking and I’m not backing away but at Backlash I’ll be taking these words and backing them up, because I’m not the vulnerable one, that’s you. For the first time in your career, you’re going to be the prey, you’re going to be the one beaten with an inch of your life and left for dead. Because guys, especially guys like you, don’t come sniffing around my territory without consequences befalling them. You’ve stuck your nose in a beehive, you old dog, and the stinging is going to be the worst pain you’ve ever felt. Then you’ll understand backtracking, because you’ll be the one to do it. And then you’ll understand desperation, because you’ll try to get away with what got Punk and Bray and Conway their wins on this losing streak of mine, cheap tactics, but this is No Holds Barred which means your ace in the hole? You might as well crumple that card up and toss it over your shoulder because it’s not even freakin’ playable.
But at least you’re addressing me by my title now. You said, “so help me, God”. Now I’m not the God, but I am a god and you’re smart to finally acknowledge that. That’s the only smart thing to pour out of your mouth just now though. Because if you think what busted you open was my best shot, you’re dumber than you look and sound, which is really saying something. Why would I give you my best shot before the big dance? If anything, you gave me yours and I’m still here living to tell the tale. And that tale is something I’ve touched on but am glad to say again: the Spear isn’t nearly as devastating as it’s been promoted to be. Nothing about you is, and while you say you’ve had worst cuts, the fact remains this: if I can split you open giving you a run-of-the-mill basic shot from my repertoire, you’re going to be a bloody mess when you get the best shots. Because I’ve got something up my sleeve, a move I’m saving just for you that you’re not likely to get up from. And then, after Oldberg has been put out to pasture, the reason they’ll be asking, “Who’s Next?” will have to do with my reign of phenomenon and not yours of supposed terror.
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Post by ultrainstinct on May 15, 2021 11:14:35 GMT -6
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more.
Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing an all too familiar smug look on his face. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth gets to the center of the ring, closes his eyes and begins to take a deep breathe as he ones again raises his arms up on his side, letting the arena bask in his presence.
Seth Rollins: The day of reckoning for Bray Wyatt is coming nearer and nearer with each second that passes by. The gift for all your repulsive and immoral acts is looming and none of your devilish antics are going to cause it to change its course. Your path was set the moment you decided to embark on this journey and your Backlash has already been decided for your sins. At Revolution you pulled two stunts that ceiled your final fate: the first being when you caused my manager to defecate himself like a child, and the second stunt is when you put that mysterious ooze in my body that I had to cough and spit out!
Seth pauses and makes a face as he remembers the gruesome taste of the liquid and how it took his ability to breathe away. He remembers it vividly and by the look on his face, he expects to deliver the pain back tenfold.
Bray Wyatt! This is not a game! This isn’t a lesson from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but it is going to start resembling a lesson in the defense against the dark arts. The days and nights of your dark shadow being casted on the UWF are coming a close. You can pretend that you don’t see it or feel it all that you want, but after the night of the 23rd, the world will know the truth even if you lack the ability to be able to understand the actions which transpired.
Your brain is neurologically designed in a way that is like Drew Galloway in which he lacked the intelligence to understand the impending danger that he faced. His brain was smashed into the mat regardless of his lack of fear, and he was ultimately defeated just like everyone that dared to step up against me in the past month. Bray Wyatt, the test you give me is going to end up receiving the same result that I gave the ever-growing list of beaten others: defeat with a mix of self-reflecting and the self-rehabilitation from concussion like symptoms.
Seth pauses once more as he lets his words settle in for his foe and allows the UWF Universe to fully digest his thoughts and emotions.
The end of your dark, sadistic championship reign is looming, and no amount of repentance can save you from the hell that will be brought forth on your soul. At Backlash, go ahead and let him in. Let the demon take over so I can vanquish him for the Universe’s sake. I don’t need to fully figure out the labyrinth maze that you wonder, I just need to beat you. The best way to beat a demon is to SLAY it to pieces, and I have just the perfect move to SLAY you if the curb stomp proves to be inefficient. Perfection is something that I strive and live by no by ANY means necessary, I will defeat you and your demons and take ownership of what truly belongs to me: THE UWF CHAMPIONSHIP!
Seth smirks as he lowers his microphone to see what happens next.
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Post by George on May 15, 2021 13:20:47 GMT -6
The Warhorse laughs, very hysterically, looking over towards Punk’s defensive stance.
WARHORSE: SO YOU’RE TELLING ME I NEED TO TALK TO GET MYSELF HERE. YOU’RE TELLING THE WARHORSE THAT YOU STAND THERE, COMPLETELY UNIMPRESSED TOWARDS WHAT THE WARHORSE BRINGS TO THE TABLE. YEAH RIGHT, SURE. I BET THAT’S WHY YOU GRANTED THIS MATCH, I’M SURE THAT’S WHY YOU NEEDED JOE TO BE THERE. MAYBE IT’S JUST TO CLEAR YOUR INSECURITIES, SEE THE WALLS OF THE PUNK EMPIRE GO UP ANOTHER FOOT. YET IT DOESN’T EXIST, PHIL, IF WE’RE TALKING SHOOT NAMES HERE, BROTHER. YOU’VE JUST GOT TO USE THIS FACADE TO FOOL THE PEOPLE IN THE CHEAP SEATS.
YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT.
IF YOU WAS A SALESMAN YOU’D BE BROKE, AND I’M SURE YOU’D HAVE TO START MAKING CUTBACKS. IF YOU WERE IN THIS SO CALLED EMPIRE, BUSINESS, WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT, YOU’D BLAME EVERYONE ELSE. ALL IN SIGHT JUST BECAUSE YOU NEVER SEE YOUR OWN FAULTS, BECAUSE THAT’S THE MAN YOU ARE.
TALK ABOUT DREAMLAND, LOOK AT YOURS. A LAND WHERE CM PUNK IS THE HERO OF ALL PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING. ONE THAT’D ONLY EXIST IN FICTION, I MEAN HELL, LOOK WHEN YOU WERE TRYING TO NOT BE AN ASSHOLE, THEY DIDN’T EVEN LIKE YOU THEN AND THEY WERE DAMN JUSTIFIED TOWARDS IT.
The Warhorse looks off to the crowd, very gladly chanting “CM Sucks” because… he does. You bet I just pulled the “the crowd hates you too” card, sue me whore.
I HAVE CREDIBILITY, IT’S PLAIN AND CLEAR TO ANYONE WHO DOESN’T LIVE IN A FANTASY, MAN. THE WARHORSE FIGHTS GOOD, AND A HELLUVA LOT BETTER THAN YOU. WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT IF YOU WERE IN MY SHOES YOU’D BE BITCHING TO WHOEVER WOULD HEAR IT. SURE. THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS, YOU KNOW YOU’VE FUCKED OVER THE WARHORSE CONTINUOUSLY, SO WHY TRY AND MAKE EVERYONE THINK YOU’RE DUMBER THAN YOU ALREADY COME OFF, BROTHER.
YOU AIN’T SHIT WITHOUT SHENANIGANS, DICKWAD. NO GOD GIVEN GIFT, NO “INEVITABILITY” ABOUT YOU. YOU’RE JUST A MAN AND AN INSECURE ONE AT THAT. I MEAN HELL, THAT WAS THE MOTIVATION BEHIND YOU COMING BACK, RIGHT? “BEING THE BEST IN THE WORLD”. TELL ME THAT ISN’T PRIME INSECURITY, BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL ELSE THAT’D BE.
I KNOW WHO I AM AND THAT SCARES YOU. MAKES YOU START TALKING ABOUT YEAR LONG REIGNS, HOW YOU’RE ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD, “REALLY GUYS I AM, I AMMMMM!” COME OFF IT. THE WARHORSE SEES THROUGH YOUR CLEAR COAT AND IT JUST SCREAMS WHAT I’VE ALREADY SAID ABOUT YOU. MAKES YOU BAIL ON YOUR CHANCE OF BEATING BRAY WYATT LIKE YOU WERE SO DETERMINED TO DO, MAKES YOU HIT THE SWITCH ON YOUR CHEAP FRIEND.
INSECURITY DOESN’T MAKE YOU GOOD, PUNK, IT NEVER WILL. YOU CAN HEROLD A SONG FOR US, BUT KNOW WHEN THAT BELL RINGS, THE BARS KEEP THAT FANTASYLAND LOCKED OUTSIDE, AND IT’LL ALL COME CRASHING DOWN ON YOU.
The Warhorse lowers his microphone and then glares to Punk.
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Post by rawisrey on May 15, 2021 23:34:38 GMT -6
As Seth finishing speaking, the titantron lights up with a close up image of the very thing he just said, the UWF Championship. The Camera slowly pans out revealing it hanging off the shoulder of Bray Wyatt who is smiling wide. Bray Wyatt: Hiii Seth! I've been Dying to see you again, I'm so very sorry about the little...Side effects...You went through from our fun on Revolution. It happens, so many others always talk about finding my Funhouse and don't realize the toll it takes on even my own body to maintain it. They don't recognize...The hurt that I bear every waking second...Heh heh...But it's all worth it to have fun that will never ever End! That is why I don't understand why you would describe my reign as dark and sadistic, all I've sought after since I've finally acquired my favoritest toy in the whole wide world, is to Help people. To lighten up Shibata who only wanted to destroy, to teach Suzuki who wanted to trash this very championship. To Better AJ Styles, who wanted to rest on his laurels, and above all else to bring Fun and Joy to each and every other person in the entire UWF! But instead they selfishly wanted it their way, for everything to revolve around them, to be the best without ever having to prove it or do any hard work for it.Wyatt makes a fake gasping face as he puts his finger to his mouth as if realizing he's said something he should not have. Oop, sorry Seth I didn't mean to get too personal with you I was just describing the wrongdoers and it just so happens that you embody them so well. You insulate yourself with a manager who tells you everything you wanna hear, every time you make your entrance you've got all the lights, all the fire, All the showmanship! Even the way you walk, it's like you believe yourself to be this Other Worldly deity. I've had so many so called Gods in front of me since I've returned, and I get it...At one time I was like you. Misguided and full of myself, with followers to shield me. Seth you do work hard, Work hard to maintain a level of athleticism that is very impressive haha. But Perfection, isn't about how many Cross-fits you can do, or what Crew you're rolling with. You ignore your flaws, and just because ya shut ya eyes real tight and pretend they are not there don't mean that you are Perfect. I once thought I was my best self, but I wasn't....I had to break myself down....I had to tear apart everything that I once was and collect it all...Here...In the Firefly Funhouse! Now All my past Flaws, are covered by All my past attributes! I am better than I ever was before, I've got my wiiiiings back hahahah but would I say that I'm perfect? By golly no, but...H̶e̵...Is. And with H̴i̴m̷....Protecting this Funhouse...it doesn't matter what you strive for, you will Never be able to hurt me. Wyatt stares through the titantron burning a hole through set even through a screen, but suddenly his seriousness is replaced with a smile and a giggle. But enough about that Seth, what we're really here to do is have the Funnest time possible. Our playdate at Backlash is something I've personally been looking forward to every so much, and the other guys have warmed up to you since I've shown them how much of a good time you truly are. I always knew though, heh heh, what was it you questioned about me? Ah yes you questioned my intelligence saying I wasn't smart enough to know of the danger that is coming my way, and I find that absolutely Hilarious hahahahaha. Seth you're my Friend, and I know ALLLLLL My Friends...Some of them better than they know themselves. Like you for example, you Oh so abso-tootly Love talking about your Curb Stomp. Can't go a week without bringing it up, so because you're my newest friend I wanted to Feel it first hand. And Now! hahaha Now I KNOW your Greatest game, the most fun toy in your toybox! But you mi Hermano, All you've done is take a glimpse of my room...Peaked into the play-a-torium in your future but Trust me Seth...Seeing doesn't do it justice...and once I start pulling out MY toys you're gonna be Shocked and Awed with how much Fun I can provide! hahahahah AHHAAHAHBray starts to cackle uncontrollably, holding at his sides in what looks like pain, before he starts to peter out a bit, controlling his breathing and sighing deeply before continuing. I chose you, Because I knew you'd be fun. I knew you'd be a challenge, and I knew you'd strive to do whatever it takes to best me. I knew that while everyone else seems wary of playing with me, that you'd find my shiny toy Way too tempting to pass up. You're even calling it your own already! Hahah, but before you go counting all dem Eggs amigo Remember everything that is on the line right now. I picked You...I already told you how important it is to me to prove everything different from how it used to be by following Wrestlemania with more success...And Backlash is my 1 year anniversary since I've comeback to the UWF to prove what a great job of healing myself I did. You Seth, you've made your career since returning to the UWF by defeating the most difficult of opponents. The ones a mere few months or even weeks ago seemed Unbeatable, you put away. It's actually no real wonder why you bask in the spotlight so much, it seems to Loooove You hahaha. But Seth, over the past couple months You've tested your problem solving skills to figure out your opponents. To find their weaknesses and best them in competition. And that's why you can't win at Backlash, because this isn't competition....this isn't an Equation....This is a game, and once I'm done playing....Your eyes will finally be opened towards the only thing that Actually...Truly...Belongs to you. Let Me In.
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Post by rebornmattsydal on May 16, 2021 4:09:58 GMT -6
My time to fly blares over the P. A. System out to shockingly mixed response Matt Sydal comes out , he’s in his attire in his pink and light blue tights, his trademark kick pads on his boots , he has his aviator jacket on with the many accoutrements , insignias and emblems . He has his long black hair in a man bun . He points to his forehead as he makes his way down the aisle , he salutes into a peace sign and executes his signature slide under the bottom ring rope and rises up . He catches a microphone tossed to him from ring side and begins to speak in his usual cadence where his Missourian drawl sneaks out when he gets emotive .
Matt Sydal : When Randy and I face each other , it will be another show down. We are two veterans doing what we do best. We’ve always tried to one up each other but at the end of the day , I respect Randy . I respect him, we both are Missourians . We make obvious rivals given our opposite sizes and way for came up in our journey’s as wrestlers . He’s always gotten the upper hand
I have two things before this that I will say is , tonight I’m going to beat him , I’m going to give it all I’ve got . In the end though , I mean I want this without me pushing my beliefs on him , or trying to change him, together I know we can be unstoppable . So what do you say Randy ?
TBC Orton
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Post by Evolution J on May 16, 2021 7:12:26 GMT -6
"Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out with a smile on his face and he walks down the entrance ramp. He reaches the end of the entrance ramp as he turns to the right and he walks up the steel steps. He walks along the ropes as he stops and he goes through the ropes. He gets into the ring and he looks at the announcer as the announcer throws him the microphone. He catches it as he thanks the announcer and he walks up to Matt Sydal while his theme music stops playing.
Well look who it is. It is Matt Sydal. The same guy I have defeated before and the one who claimed that he was going to try to change my way. We already know how that ended in our last battle together. Matt. I honestly just want to say that I appreciate that you respect me and all. I hate to say that no matter what you try to do in the ring tonight. You will never ever be able to defeat me. Do you know why? It is because I am one of the toughest and psychotic opponents in UWF. As you see what has happened to Sonya Deville, she has underestimated me and my abilities as a wrestler. She has done the exact thing like you. She couldn't face the fact that she couldn't defeat a huge obstacle that was in her way to any championship in UWF. That huge obstacle was me. I honestly knew she wasn't ready to face someone who is as experienced as me. I haven't broken a sweat when it came to defeating her despite her being experienced in MMA. But I honestly admit even though she lost to me, she has an amazing future ahead of her. But now, enough about her. Let's get back to you.
Matt, what you don't get is that I was the one who has helped you. I have helped you improve your wrestling career in UWF. You weren't nothing but a piece of shit that didn't know what the hell he was doing. But when I defeated you in our first match. I have shown you how it was done. I already told you that I have no problem kicking your ass. I already told you that your third eye was a fake belief. But you have never believed me and you have tried to push me to believe it as well. I told you that your third eye didn't mean shit to me and to everyone else in UWF. So yes, I believe you are learning now and I see you managed to get your first win. Matt, there is one thing you have to do for me. Despite giving me your fresh and pure blood to drink, you will have to thank me for helping you. Because you haven't got your first win in UWF on your own. You have got it because I am the one who helps bring a new side of you. So if I do admit to joining you then we will be unstoppable together. You will still have no choice to admit that I will always be better than you and that you will never ever be on the same level as me. As you see Matt, you got too overconfident in believing that you can defeat me easily one on one. I have taught you a huge lesson in underestimating the Viper and you have to learn the hard way. It is too bad that I will have no choice to beat the living hell out of you again because you still believe you can beat me.
Ha Ha. It is hilarious that you still believe in that ridiculous third eye belief. It is too bad that if it didn't help you then in our last battle. I can promise you that it still won't help you in this fight tonight because I am going to show you how things are done in UWF. I am going to show you how I have overcome many obstacles in the ring with my opponents and having them respect me after the match. As you see, Matt. Unlike you, I have got wrestling in my blood and so it isn't a problem for me. I was born to do this. I have become even better than I have ever before since my last stint here in UWF. Now things are different. I have improved every time I step into this very ring. I have already proven to Seth Rollins and Bray Wyatt that I can handle becoming a UWF Champion. You have seen me get a DQ win over the UWF Champion himself. It just proves I got Bray Wyatt's number. As for Seth, it also proves to him that he has another thing coming for him. That thing is me because I can't wait to taste his fresh pure blood again. As for the battle between Seth Rollins and Bray Wyatt, I can't wait to see the end result of that. I honestly can't wait to have fun playing games with them again like last time. I had an amazing time playing games with them and also tasting their precious delicious human blood. What they both don't know yet is their fate lies within me. They both don't know the UWF Championship is in trouble when it comes to me. As you see Matt, my plan is coming closer to completion because my precious UWF Championship will be coming to me sooner than you think. So both Bray and Seth, I hope you are both watching your back because I promised you both that I am going to come for the UWF Championship no matter how hard y9ou both try to stop me from capturing it with my bare hands. Enjoy your match because I will be waiting and remember both of your fates lies within me.
Matt, tonight is going to be an extremely special night for you. Tonight is not only going to be the biggest night of your wrestling career. I promised you Matt that tonight I will finish what I have started. I am going to end your wrestling career and then you will have no choice to bow down to me. Because after tonight, you will bow down to the new monster in UWF. When I do fulfill my goal and become the UWF Champion. I promise you and everyone else that there will be hell to pay for those who defy my orders. There will be nothing but broken and bleeding corpses in its wake when I conquer UWF with my destruction. Matt, you will get defeated by the Viper with the three most dangerous moves in UWF........RKO.
And one last thing Matt, you will get your answer by the end of the night. Until then you better be prepared because I am going for your blood and I am dying to get another taste of your fresh blood again. And there won't be anything that you can do to stop me.
Randy Orton smiles and laughs at Matt Sydal. Then "Hey Bro" hits as Matt Riddle comes out on his scooter. He starts waving to everyone as he starts riding down the entrance ramp and then he trips. He falls down near the ring as he gets up and he is still smiling. He pretends everything is ok after his fall as he turns to the right and he walks up the steel steps. He walkalong the ropes as he stops and he gets into the ring. He quickly takes the microphone from the announcer and he walks over to Matt while his theme music stops playing.
Hey bros, what up yo. I hear you both have a match tonight at WWE Backlash. So I got a question for both of you. Do you guys want to get high and smoke some weed after your match and help me find a pot of gold in UWF.
Randy Orton ignores him as Matt gives him a confused look and Matt begins to speak again.
Come guys, you have to chill yo. Relax, we don't have to fight if ya know what I mean.
Matt places his hand on Randy as Randy raises his eyebrow and Matt continues to speak.
Yo Randy, do you know that leprechauns actually exist and they hid their pot of gold somewhere in UWF.
Randy Orton glared at him in the eyes as Matt Riddle began to get scared.
Oh sorry Randy, I didn't mean to upset you bro. I thought you wanted to help me find the pot of gold.
Matt takes his hand off of Randy before he faces his consequences when he gets on Randy's bad side and he turns around to look at Matt.
Yo Matt, so I see I upset Old Randy here.
Randy Orton shakes his head in disgust as he gets even more pissed off and Matt Riddle continues to speak.
So Matt, I see you are a cool dude and you like to get high like me. That makes us high bros for life. So I want to ask you something bro. Do you want to help me find the pot of gold that the leprechauns have hidden here in UWF?
Randy Orton continues glaring his eyes at both Matt and Riddle while they both wait for an answer from Matt Sydal.
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Post by Fauche on May 16, 2021 13:57:37 GMT -6
Brooks ain't about to just let his opponent move on like that. The Champ takes control of the conversation and backtracks it.Punk: Hold on. Shut up for a sec. Rewind a little bit. What was that? Did you actually say that I'm not "shit without shenanigans"? Jesus. Okay. I oughta pistol whip you for even using a word like that, but I'll save the physical discipline for the big show. In the meantime, let's dig in and unpack that for a minute.
You don't have to go back more than a couple months to find video of me telling anyone who would listen that I wanted to play fair and square. I criticized this organization's shoddy refereeing, I petitioned for over-throwing bad decisions if some post-match review called for it, and I practically begged the powers that be to double down on enforcing some law and order around here. And what happened? I was exploited. Laughed at. Guys like you, Styles, HBK... everyone told me to stop wasting my breath. EC3 himself said he was happy to steer the ship in the exact opposite direction. What else could I do except come down to your guys' level and show you how easy it is for me to do it better?
I know I'm playing the role of the asshole here. There isn't a bigger piece of shit in that locker room than me - but it's all an act. I wanted to fight clean, literally nobody accepted the challenge of joining me in raising the bar. So here I am, me and all my "shenanigans" and the success that comes with them. Being the "bad guy" isn't hard... well... not for me anyway. Punk: If you really cared about integrity, why not challenge me to Pure Rules match? No need to answer - it's pretty clear you only worry about honor in the spirit of competition when it benefits you. You were granted - graciously - a title match at Wrestlemania when you brutally attacked me when my back was turned on a night I wasn't booked to compete. You're getting a rematch despite cultivating a losing record since then, and that rematch is in a freakin' cage because that's what you wanted. A gimmick - and that's all you are. Gimmicks and caricatures and excuses. All this bragging about actual cred, but I've never seen it. Name me the match you won or the guy you beat to be officially declared a contender. Oops. You can't. There's nothing. The whole reason you're here is because you crept through a loophole, appealed to a system that favors car crashes over sporting matches, and now, given one last shot at making it, you're relying on a contest that exists well outside the boundaries of rules, regulations or common sense.
But I'm the guy who needs "shenanigans", huh? That's cute. The Champ considers his opponent with an exhausted expression. He's clearly fed up. There's only so many times you call a spade a spade and have it insist otherwise before you just move on. He turns his back and speaks to his partner off-mic. "I can't talk to this guy anymore." The Samoan shrugs and steps forward.Joe: I can. Joe: I was reading a book recently, something I'm certain is foreign to you, but if you're ever wondering why we're always a step or two ahead, weel, there's one of the reasons for free. Anyway, this one was written by the former Chief of the FBI Counterintelligence Behavioral Analysis Program. Sounds fancy, right? He says there are six signs for predicting human behavior. Suffice it to say, there's too much detail there to get into right now, and a lot of it would be over your head, anyway. But when you were speaking, I was reminded of a few of the signs. There are questions you can ask yourself about a person where the answers will help you accurately determine their future actions and chances of success. Let me give you an example... sign three, for instance, addresses reliability. Can the subject do what they say they will, and even if they can, will they follow through? This is what, the fourth or fifth time you've told the world you'd beat CM Punk in a wrestling match? How many title matches have your promised to win now?
Before you count them off, let me tell you about some of the others. Step four asks if the subject demonstrates patterns of positive behavior, and step five asks if the subject communicates in a positive way. Always angry, always shouting... hmm... interesting. The final step more or less gets me to point here. Does the subject consistently demonstrate emotional maturity, self-awareness and social skills? Like another famous Samoan wrestler, Joe raises a knowing eyebrow.Joe: You are... for want of a better term... a man-child. You are the mental equivalent of a stubborn, developmentally deficient toddler throwing a tantrum because you can't get or take what you want. A year ago, you were the same. Before Wrestlemania, and now here, after... despite what should have been a life-altering humiliation and moment of clarity. The steps I mentioned are offered as vague guidelines - like a framework to build off of when analyzing complex human interactions. In your case, though, the answers are glaringly obvious because your flaws are magnified to the point of absurdity. Anyone could draw a line between your stupid, unaware ass to a pattern of failure. Your values, your skillset, and your mental capacity aren't any more intriguing or curated that those you'd find in bad comic book or a commercial for AXE body spray. You're two-dimensional, and because of that, predictable, and because of that, nothing to worry about. The enforcer takes a purposeful step towards the contender.Joe: Now I need you to understand something that they don't write about in books - and that's the danger that people like us pose to a man like you. You're a Neanderthal waiting for evolution to extinguish you. Your cave paintings are outdated by our Renaissance. There's no future where you matter - no tomorrow where you become the Intercontinental Champion. Punk here is going to make a meal out of you at the table you set, because like he said, he's showing you how much better he is at playing your games. Losing in the match you asked for is a tremendous example for your penchant for self-sabotage. Realize, though, that you're getting off easy, cause see Punk... he's a man of style. And there's nothing wrong with that, but he's going to make beating you look good. He's going to have fun with it. Draw it out. He'll toy with you whereas I'd just rip your head off and be done with it. Plain and simple.The threat simmers in the air. Punk turns back around, his interest in the conversation once again piqued. He sorta half-smirks as he pats Joe on the back.Punk: I mean... you're not wrong. Brooks looks up towards the ceiling visualizing the cage descending like a curtain call on WARHORSE's career. His eye-line travels downward as he speaks, eventually settling on the doomed cretin standing across the squared circle.Punk: That cage will keep you safe from Joe, but it also means you're stuck with me. Keep in mind that since that one night you got a shot in on me, I've been trampling you ever since. Time after time. I'm sure that's frustrating, and I know all you have left if to call me names and tell me I suck and swear it'll never happen again... but soon enough there's going to be a blue-barred wall between the place where I always beat you and the imagined world where you're the badass you say you are. I'm going to beat every last misguided narrative and sorry excuse out of your lungs so that the next time you try and shout about HOW GREAT WARHORSE IS AND HOW YOU'RE THE BEST WRESTLER AND YOU HAVE SO MUCH CRED AND HAVE ACHIEVED SO DAMN MUCH.. He stops, to catch his breath, then drives it home.... You'll have to cough up some honest blood first. The champ lowers his mic and stands shoulder to shoulder with Joe, like an insurmountable wall between WARHORSE and everything he's still pretending he'll get some day.
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Post by George on May 16, 2021 14:44:55 GMT -6
The Warhorse glares back to Punk and the man of so many fallback plans.
WARHORSE: GOD-DAMMMN YOU GUYS TALK TOO MUCH. YOU NEVER SHUT UP, AND IT REALLY DRAGS THAT SHIT ALL DOWN THE CARPET. TALK ABOUT BEING A MAN OF ACTION WHEN YOU HIDE BEHIND WORDS, HIS WORDS TOO, AS IF YOURS WASN’T ENOUGH BORDEM FOR THE ROOM TO ENDURE. I MEAN HELL, YOUR WHOLE POINT FALLS APART WITH ME SAYING A FEW LINES, SO WHY EVEN SAY IT? LET ALONE HARP ON IT FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE FORTY FUCKIN’ HOURS.
I MEAN SHIT ALL OVER THE WARHORSE, THE WARHORSE’S NAME, THE SOFT DRINKS HE CHOOSES NOT TO DRINK, IT DOESN’T MATTER TO THE WARHORSE BECAUSE I DON’T SHARE YOUR INSECURITY, I’VE SAID THIS, I MEAN HELL, IF YOU WANT TO DISSECT THE WARHORSE’S WORDS, AT LEAST LISTEN TO THEM. I DON’T CARE HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THE WARHORSE, AT THE END OF THE DAY THE WARHORSE WON’T HAVE A TANTRUM ABOUT IT DOWN TO PEPSI HQ. WHY, OH WHY?
IT’S NOT JUST BECAUSE I KNOW WHO I AM, IT’S THE FACT OF THE MATTER THAT I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, AND I FRET LESS BEING IN THAT RING WITH YOU, IN FACT THE WARHORSE WILL ENJOY IT. THOROUGHLY. I UNDERSTAND WITH YOUR TIME AWAY FROM THE SQUARED CIRCLE MIGHT’VE MADE YOU THINK YOU’RE HOTTER SHIT THAN YOU ARE, BUT IT’S THE SAME WANING BODY YOU LEFT WITH, THE SAME ONE YOU’LL DRAG DOWN THE RAMP, TAIL IN BETWEEN YOUR LEGS, WITHOUT YOUR INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP.
I DON’T CARE IF YOU DON’T WANT IT, BECAUSE I’M GOING TO BEAT YOU FOR IT. IT’S NOT UP TO YOU, IT’S NOT A CHOICE YOU HAVE TO MAKE.
The Warhorse chuckles to himself, both directed towards Punk and at the hilarity of it all.
THE WORLD ISN’T IN THE HANDS OF THE OH SO GREAT CM PUNK, NEVER WAS. NEVER WILL. THE WORLD IS IN THE MANY’S HANDS. JUST OUT OF YOUR REACH, SELF ACCLAIMED BEST IN THE WORLD. MAYBE IN WAYNE’S WORLD, WITH YOU BEING WAYNE, AND FAT JOE OVER HERE CAN BE GATHAR. IT’D MAKE SENSE, I MEAN AFTER ALL THAT’S THE HEADSPACE YOU LIVE IN. A LAND OF I SHOULD, I WOULD, I CAN, BUT YOU CAN’T.
I BLEED THE BLOOD OF THE REALITY OF LIFE, BROTHER, THE HERE, THE NOW, THE WHOLE SHE-BANG. THE FUTURE BEACONS AND IT’LL HAVE YOUR GODDAMN LUNCH MONEY. YOU DON’T HAVE THE STRENGTH TO DEFEND YOUR HONOR, YOU’RE WEAK, BODY, MIND AND SPIRIT. THE CHEAP WORDS TELL ME EXACTLY WHO YOU ARE, AND THAT’S ONE OF A MAN WHO ISN’T READY TO FACE THE WARHORSE ALONE, STRANDED IN THE DEEP SEAS, WITH A THOUSAND HORSEPOWER FLATTENING YOU.
YOU BETTER HIRE A PSYCHIATRIST ON TOP OF YOUR SECURITY GUARD, AS ONCE I’M DONE WITH YOU YOU’LL BE AN EMPTY SHELL OF THE MAN YOU THINK YOU ARE.
The Warhorse lowers his microphone and glares off to Punk’s corner.
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Post by Fauche on May 16, 2021 16:37:57 GMT -6
The Second City Superstar scratches at his ear drum, wincing a little after his outlandish opponent's latest episode.Punk: Buddy, when's it gonna dawn on you that screaming at people about how insecure they are is the biggest "telling on yourself" type energy there is? I'm not sure its possible for somebody to be more transparent when it comes to needing validation. You recommending psychiatry rings with the saddest, most hollow kind of irony. Wearing a costume to work and shouting your head off twenty-four-seven aren't signs of well-adjusted adult who's comfortable in their own skin, and shit, that's just the tip of the iceberg. Punk: I hate to have to be the one to break it to ya, but given your lack of friends around here and the audience's decision to just feed into it, I'm left with no choice but to be the bearer of bad news. There's no such thing as "WARHORSE", Jake. Not like you think there is, anyway. We've all heard guys like Stone Cold and The Rock say that to cut it in sports entertainment, the key to success is just be yourself with the volume cranked to eleven. Well first off, dipshit, they didn't mean literally. Second, and more importantly, that only worked for them because the thy were interesting, athletic and had a shred of self-awareness to work off of from the start.
All you ever had for raw material to chisel out of was some lonely, loser, wannabe nerd - more drama kid than All-American wrestler in high school, I bet. Its easy to picture scrawny outcast Jake Parnell eating lunch by himself in the cafeteria, just dreaming of the day he'd finally get his shot on the indy's so he could show the world his real potential. But nobody cared about that, huh? Then they pointed and laughed when you pulled some Chikara-level bullshit and started calling yourself "Little Viking". Yeah, that's right. I did my homework. I google'd ya, and boy oh boy was I surprised when it turned out you were even more pathetic then I thought.
What did it take, though? Five, six years of the bingo halls and community centers, wondering how a guy like me made so much money and got so famous before you snapped. Quick side note here, but that's always kinda bothered me - how everyone thought that they could be me cause I look like a normal guy. No, what I did in and for the independent scene was special, and just because I'm not some juiced-up monster or natural athlete doesn't mean that what I did can be replicated by your average bum. I must've inspired hundreds of marks to give this sport a shot and I bet ninety-nine point nine percent washed out in weeks after they figured out that I'm just a mother fucking anomaly. The Champ's arrogance stirs up the crowd, who interject with another round of boos. Joe looks around at them with the leering of angered librarian while Punk gets back on subject.Punk: Let's get back to you - and how half a decade of barely scraping by and being the butt of those same jokes the bullies made in high school had you shifting gears. It's well-tread territory that you're as cheap a knock-off as they come, but lets talk about how your fetishizing of the Road Warriors and all those others 80's darlings wasn't much more than a quick fix to compensate for your total lack of a personality. That's why you're so excited to sell yourself as THE WARHORSE, inhuman ass-kicker who never has to apologize for or acknowledge being a loser - cause that's soooooo far removed from what you actually are.
When you go to bed at night and wake up in the morning, when the face paint's off and the costume's hung up in the closet, you're still just Jake Parnell - some anonymous, insignificant mark. Oh, and uh, sorry to say, you couldn't beat me without all dress-up either, I just think it's worth mentioning that it's ten times more shameful to try so hard to be something you aren't and fail all the same. Your saddest fantasies birthed an avatar that's downright friggin' Herculean and sure, yeah, that's a fun ride for a little while... but the reason you keep on losing when it counts is because there's no way you could live up to your own hype.A vein starts to pulse in his neck as Punk, riling himself up, steps to his opponent while tearing him a new one.Punk: Nobody could be the WARHORSE. The concept is impossible, especially for someone as bland as Jake Parnell. "CM Punk" is just a goofy nickname that Phil Brooks came up with a lifetime ago. It's no big deal and I don't act like it is. There's no noticeable divide or difference between the "me" that goes to the grocery store and the "me" that's on TV. I'm myself through and through, and the reason I get to brag about it and act like a hot shot is because I've grabbed all the brass rings and won all the titles and main evented all the shows - ya know - all those things you're still hoping to accomplish some day. You hate me because I'm that nagging, tense truth that exists between your real and ideal selves - the tough pill that's just gotta be swallowed. Some asshole telling me that I'm not as good as I say I am when he can't even admit how bad he is - sheesh, what a waste of everyone's time, right?He pauses, giving that last thought a moment to settle while he slows down, steadies his breathing, and then continues in a much calmer, tone. His lowered voice has the aggravated audience quieting down so they can actually hear him speak.Punk: We could go back and forth about this all night, but man, what's the point? It is necessary for you to threaten to kick my ass again when all your threats have never amounted to anything? Denial is a deep dark pit, but it sure as shit ain't bottomless. I thought Wrestlemania could be that dead end for you, and yet, here you are, digging your own grave just a little bit deeper. So we'll do this. You and me in the big, blue cage you asked for, in a match I granted you so I could wipe out your doubt right along with the delusions of grandeur in one clean sweep. You're only here because I'm letting you be here - don't forget that. This title belt is the language I'm using to communicate to the unenlightened that I'm on a level you can't reach and I have something you can't take. It's a crude, outdated and frankly, garish way of demonstrating who the best man is but blunt is all anyone around here understands so blunt is how I have to be.
I like to beat guys with a move they call the "Go to Sleep" but after I bury my knee in your face it'll be more of a wake-up call. It's time to grow up and move on. It's time to end this "WARHORSE" shit. It's time for Jake Parnell to realize that even though his hero CM Punk did it, he isn't capable of becoming a Champion. Once again, Punk lets the mic down. Samoa Joe stands at the ready lest the mob crowd, now frothing at the mouth to see their hero humble the pompous Chicagoan, incite the contender into premature violence.
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Post by ultrainstinct on May 18, 2021 20:10:59 GMT -6
The camera pans back to Seth Rollins staring at the titan Tron with an extremely disgusted look on his face. He breathes in deeply to collect himself and even displays a little smile before turning around to see a cowering Paul Heyman in the fetal position. Seth motions for him to ‘Get the hell up’ and a terrified Paul Heyman slowly and reluctantly obliges and gets back to his feet before mouthing a little prayer with his hands.
Seth Rollins: A game, a sport, competition, a battle, it doesn’t matter what name you throw on it Bray! You crossed the line last week with your antics and payback is inevitable and eventual. With Backlash being your 1-year anniversary, then it’s clear that you didn’t actually pick me Bray. The Universe and fate created this phenomenon, and this showdown couldn’t have a better date then your anniversary. At Backlash the gates of hell and the bright lights before the rising staircase to the clouds will meet, and we all know what will happen when those two collide...
Seth gives Paul a signal and on cue, Heyman pulls out a microphone from his pocket at a leisurely pace and begins to speak with a rather low voice and a trembling hand holding the mic. Heyman is obviously still spooked by the aftermath of his interview with Renee Young and the stunt that Bray pulled on Seth.
Paul Heyman: The Light will drive the darkness out.
Paul then adjusts his tie and clears his throat. The nervousness seems to be fading in his demeanor and isn’t as visible as it was just a few moments ago. He brings his voice back to normal volume levels.
Paul Heyman: THE LIGHT WILL DRIVE THE DARKNESS OUT! Ladies & Gentlemen, if it’s not absolutely clear what you are witnessing, then let fix that for you! Allow me to introduce to you the beginning of a special eulogy. You see this eulogy will not be about the death of anyone, but more so about the death or the end of an era. The end of Bray Wyatt and his shadow of darkness that has draped over the most prominent wrestling organization on the planet. If you could kindly listen in to these special words from The Holy Bible, The book of Isaiah Chapter 42 and verse 16 reads:
‘I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them.’
Paul closes his eyes and breathes in deeply before continuing.
You see Bray Wyatt, as The one and only MESSIAH of the UWF, it is Seth Rollins inaugural duty to defeat and dethrone you to drive out the darkness from the UWF. The magical and magnificent powers of the Universe and the highest Almighty have fused together and are pumping through the veins of Seth Rollins; one of the most athletic specimens to ever have the privilege of walking down that very ramp. Seth Rollins vows to lead the company, the nation, and the world by attaining and achieving success at the highest of all levels and showing them the world there is ALWAYS a way to break your ceiling and achieve more.
Paul points about his head to a metaphorical ceiling and makes a movement with his hand that implies a ceiling breaking.
Bray, you changed the competitors that you battled previously, but Seth Rollins has changed the ones who he defeated as well over the course this massive winning streak he has compiled in singles matches. Sami Zayn is still on the shelf with a concussion, AJ Styles is now a fish drowning in the river, Drew Galloway took two curb stomps that helped recircuit the wiring of his brain, and Randy Orton is now sacrificing women and drinking blood—not even one of them are the same since losing to Rollins! At your one-year anniversary, it would be wise for you to expect a similar fate.
I have one more bible verse for Mr. Wyatt and the inhabitants of the Fun House that I want to let marinate in that thick skull of yours. The book of John, Chapter 1 & Verse 5 reads:
‘The light shines in the darkness, and that darkness cannot and will not overcome it’
Paul puts his mic down and smirks candidly while straightening his tie once more, the lights from the arena shining and fixating on the bald spot on his scalp as he does so. After a few moments, Seth raised the mic to his face once more and begins to address the world again.
Seth Rollins: You hear that Bray?! It doesn’t matter what tricks you pull out of your sleeve; the light always defeats the darkness because it’s INEVITABLE. While you may have felt the power of the curbstomp, you failed to realize that it is NOT the only lethal move that I have in my arsenal. In fact, the other move is one you haven’t felt nor seen yet. I haven’t seen a reason to use it due to it’s extreme force, but let’s just say that I’m not inept at slaying demons, it’s a task I’ve done before and you will NOT be an exception.
Seth lowers his mic once more as he waits for Bray’s response. In the background, Paul Heyman is once again visibly terrified as a cold and scared look comes across his face.
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