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Post by Fauche on Jun 25, 2021 16:45:24 GMT -6
"Pffft" - that's the expression. A second-hand embarrassment complete with a dismissive head-shake.Punk: Ah, don't flatter yourself kid. I don't actually care about ending your career. Difficult as it may be for you to imagine a world that doesn't revolve around the Demi-God, that's the one everyone else living in. All I was doing was thinking out loud, wondering "what happens to AJ's delicate sense of self when he loses his last chance at getting that UWF Championship back?" Punk: Retirement? I dunno. Call it... let's call it wishful thinking. After this dust settles, maybe you crawl back down a level and fight with WARHORSE over the ol' silver medal. Or I'm right and this massive blow to your ego finally does the trick. But either way, dude, no sweat off my back. As far as I'm concerned about as far as you and I are concerned, this is it. Final Battle couldn't be a more appropriate name for the show. A rubber match. With the first two results split and shrouded in all that controversy, this is the one for all the marbles. When I beat you, I'm moving on. No rematches, no re-do's. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Natta. Seeing as my next move is knocking off Wyatt, that leaves you with scraps and hand-me downs. Are you actually gonna have the humility do warm-up the ring for my Main Events? Ehhh... kinda doubt it. So alls I'm saying is that once this is all said and done, it wouldn't surprise me to see you skip town. Put that hair-cut to good use and be the stay-at-home-mom you were always meant to be. How 'bout it folks? Who wants to see AJ hang 'em up so he can finally be home in time to take the little AJ's to soccer practice? Extending his microphone towards the crowd, Punk picks up a raucous ovation from the UWF Universe, with a "SOCCER MOM" chant gaining some serious steam.Punk: I'm sure Slater would love the chance to be a family man again, too. Yeah, I know, I know. The Karen-cut jokes are played out, but so's your anime entrance and your goofy gloves and the never-ending arrogance, so what's a little more cringe on the heap gonna hurt?
But hey, let's talk about something a bit more interesting. Let's talk about Pure Rules. Something you and I are should be well-acquainted with, even if our recent work wouldn't suggest it. In case anyone out there didn't already know it, friendly reminder that AJ and I came up on the indy's around the same time. Both of us cut our teeth in a little outfit called ROH where there was this idea that the integrity of professional wrestling was something worth elevating, cultivating, protecting and celebrating. They had this Code, and also, from time time, something called a Pure Rules match. Basically, everyone shakes hands, there's only a few rope breaks, and most importantly, you gotta follow the letter of the law. Rules are rules.
I'm not gonna deny that since bringing Joe in, we haven't exactly operated above board. But that was only ever a means of surviving this wild west shit-show of wrestling company. EC3 himself told me that entertainment was more important than fair play. I'm a man of action. So I acted on that. All I ever really wanted, though, was the chance to prove how much better of a wrestler I was than you and everyone else. Now I have it.He nods towards his partner, standing menacingly nearby.Punk:I don't need Joey Samoey to trip you up or choke you out just to keep your ass in line. We'll have a couple of officials to see to that. Six months in and I stilllllllllll haven't been pinned... clean. That's because nobody here can get the job done! Bless their hearts, they try so hard. It's just that I'm so frickin' good at this. Better than you, for sure. The best part about getting you to sign up for a match where your only hope of winning - and your excuses for losing - are negated was that it was so easy to coax you into it, ya megalomaniacal douche bag. You honestly believe that you're gonna win this tournament no matter what, too caught up in your own glorious moment to spot the red flags of denial. Do you actually not remember it, or have you just invented a spin to see it in a different light? AJ, you couldn't put me down that first night back. You had to cheat. Without that, you're lost, man.
"BUT PUNK, BUT PUNK - YA'LL CHEATED TO WIN THE NEXT MATCH!". His spontaneous impression of his opponent - complete with a condescending, over-the-top southern drawl, is far from flattering. The fans eat it up, though.Punk: Nah buddy, Bray Wyatt cheated, and even that's a pretty generous caveat. He spooked your ass and you got thrown off. Funny thing is, I wasn't expecting him to pop up either, but I stayed focused. I got the job done. One more difference between me and you. And I promise you this - all Bray did that night was speed things up. I was taking your goofy I-C title regardless. I could tell right away - you were the same over-confident, over-rated prick as you were that first time we fought. But in those six weeks, I'd already changed things up. Now what's it been? A hundred-and-eightY days Roughly? Well how about that? I'd say I've damn near one-eightied since coming back. Adapted. Grown. Evolved. Corrected. I've done what it takes - whatever it takes. You're the same mother fucker that lost to Bray Wyatt at Mania, desperate to throw what you got at him again cause you can't comprehend why it didn't work the first time.
He'd beat you again, AJ. He'll always beat you because you'll always be the you that you are and that's a guy stuck on himself. That's why you're about lose to me, again, too. Pure Rules limit the already-limited game you were bringing. This won't even be competitive. The Summer of Punk seems like it's just flying by, but I'd say we've got a few more months of fun for everyone... except you. I'd say you get five, maybe ten minutes to enjoy the experience before I put you down and leave you wondering whether its even worth showing up to Summerslam to watch me achieve your dream. Punk ends it there, with Joe stepping forward, ready to retaliate should AJ fly off the handle.
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Post by Evolution J on Jun 26, 2021 23:20:19 GMT -6
The scene opens with Randy Orton seated on a throne with two beautiful gorgeous ladies standing beside him. They are gently touching his chest and arms as Randy begins to speak.Why hello Bray. I am not quite surprised at all about your promo. You say I don’t know the true meaning of sacrifice as much as you do. As you see, you are usually right. But this time, you say you sacrifice everything to get to the top. Believe me when I tell you this. I have always sacrificed everything that was put in front of me. Whether it's friends, foes, and even my own family. Hell, I even have taken a bite and sucked the living pure blood out of every one of them to fulfill my hunger. But heck, you think it is a huge imagination. Believe me, it is real and I enjoy doing it. I enjoy having them sacrifice themselves to me because I only need the pure blood and taking a sweet bite out of them like a slither snake. I make it taste fully delicious.
Also you can I have gone so far up to paradise and enter your domain where I am trapped with nowhere to run. I honestly am glad you say that Bray. I honestly am not afraid of you. I have always enjoyed playing these little games with you. As much I hate to admit you are an extremely wonderful partner to play with. Which is why I truthfully respect you on how far you have come and earn your way to become UWF Champion. Which is why no matter what the end result of our match. We will always end up seeing each other in the near future again. You know we could have ruled this world together. But it is too bad that isn’t going to happen.
Bray, you can say whatever you want. It may not be your best intention to provoke me because you already know what is going to happen next. Win or lose, I will always be the last one laughing and smiling. Do you want to know why? It is because I made you come to me. I have always planned it from the beginning since I returned to UWF. Now here we are again. This time is for your precious UWF Championship. As of now, you already know that truly belongs to me and that I deserved to become the UWF Champion even if you disagree with me.
You already know deep down that I deserved to be the UWF Champion because I am the real monster in UWF. You know I will go through every single person in UWF and bite every one of their throats. I will sync my teeth into their necks and drink every last drop of their human blood to fulfill my hunger to get the UWF Championship. That deserved to be around my waist because I am the future UWF Champion. You know already your fate is sealed and your time is already up. No matter how it ends. You already know what lays ahead.
As you see Bray, you may think you have won the battle already. But in the end, I have won the war. Let’s just say we both will have a few surprises in our Final Battle my friend. And I promise you this that I cannot wait to take another lovely bite out of your sweet pure blood buddy of mine. As for now, shine my precious UWF Championship for me will ya? I will see you at the Final Battle Bray.Then the ladies go closer to Randy as they start taking turns kissing him on the lips. Then they stop as Randy lets his fangs out and he takes a bite out of their beautiful necks. As the gorgeous ladies moan with pleasure as their eyes glow with red and Randy stops. Then he stares at both of the ladies in the eyes.
It’s time for the Final Battle. Let the sacrifice begin. The scene fades with Randy Orton kissing both the gorgeous ladies with blood on his lips before the scene ends with Randy looking at the camera glowing with red eyes.
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Post by Dres on Jun 26, 2021 23:54:17 GMT -6
AJ raises his microphone to respond.”The Demi God” AJ Styles: It’s almost remarkable how much more punchable you make yourself each time you open your mouth, because believe me, you’re already very much so on looks alone. And if I decide to punch you or blast you with this microphone again, you both need to understand that Joe standing between us doesn’t make a difference. See, you might think that I haven’t changed and it’s really not my job or of my interest to convince you otherwise, but I have. You don’t go on a losing streak and it not change you. And, not to give him more credit than he deserves, but you don’t encounter someone like Bray Wyatt and it not change you. I’d say that you’ll find out but you’re not going to.
Because all this talk about adapting, growing, evolving, and correcting? It’s just talk. You haven’t adapted, you haven’t evolved, and the only thing that’s grown is the chip on your shoulder but that’s where the correcting will come in. At Final Battle, you’re going to be humbled to the point that even an unapologetic, delusional, far reaching asshole like you won’t be able to stretch the truth or spin it in any way to put yourself in a positive light. You’ll be exactly what you said, a believer. A believer in the, “Demi God”, the, “Phenomenal One”, the very man you’re doubting and insulting and underestimating.
Because it’s not going to be my dreams failing to be realized, it’ll be yours, and if the match isn’t competitive, it’ll be your fault. It’ll be because you can’t keep up, because you don’t have a deep enough repertoire, because you’ve forgotten how to wrestle a real match against a real opponent. And it’ll take those five to ten minutes you quoted for me to expose that. Because the last time you were in the ring with an opponent like me is the last time we were in the ring. I’m one of a kind, Punk, the best on the roster and I don’t need a championship to be able to say that, I just have to stand here living and breathing.
You think you’re the embodiment of the best, the pinnacle of talent, the cream of the crop, but it’s me. It’s two letters and one syllable but it’s not C-M Punk, it’s A-J Styles. And I’m going to back that up and leave you once again having failed to back up all the things you’ve had to say. You’ll be wrong again and the, “Summer of Punk” will be like Joe’s entire upper body when he does jumping jacks: a big, fat, flop.AJ lowers his microphone again.
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Post by Tapout on Jun 27, 2021 10:46:05 GMT -6
The titan tron changes to the video of that of the "American Alpha" Chad Gable. Majestic stars and stripes fill the screen in a display fitting of that of a national hero and an Olympian. On the stage, with swagger and confidence that can only be obtained by being one of the very best wrestlers in the world, walks "The Chad" himself. 5 foot 8 of all American Beef in the perfect package struts out and takes in the endless love and admiration of the fans. He knows that the lives of the people in the crowd are changing forever just for being this close to him. He is is humbled.
Chad has made it to the ring and has ascended the steps just like how he ascended the podium at the Olympics. He wipes his feet on the apron before entering because he respects the mat. Probably more than anything, He is the most respectful. He gives the fans what they want and desire one more time and gives them a pose from the corner. The camera flashes are almost blinding as everyone tries to get the perfect shot of the absolute specimen in the ring, The truth is that every shot of Chad is the perfect shot though. He takes the best pictures. Better than anyone else. He jumps down and is ready. He is ready.
Chad Gable Well isn't this just a disrespectful little match. I saw it, I watched it. I saw the sit down EC3 interview this week where this very match was made official. Do you know why he picked us 3? He said he wanted to make a match of people who have only won one match here in UWF. Are you kidding me?! I have far more victories then one. The problem here, the problem that I am tirelessly and thanklessly trying to fix is that people only care about actual wins and loses and not moral victories. Go ahead, check my record there. My record speaks for itself. Look at all the positivity I've done since coming here, look at all my wins.
Take the main event of this same PPV, Final Battle, for example. The Main event is CM Punk vs AJ Styles. I'm the one who put CM Punk in that match. I'm the one that gave him a 5 star classic that sent him to the finals of the G1. That's a win. Fujita is on this card against another one of my Alpha Academy Alumni. Seth Rollins. I'll get back to Seth, but Fujita is getting a PPV match this soon after his debut because I plucked him from obscurity and made him a star. I made him someone here in UWF. That's a win. Now Seth. Seth was a lost and broken man before he walked into the hollow halls of my Alpha Academy. I sacrificed my body to him to exercise his demons and free his mind and release the weight on his shoulders and now he stands a new, free man ready to take UWF by storm and that is a WIN. And then, we have the latest Alpha Academy alumni. Randy Orton. Need I remind you just who Randy Orton is facing at Final Battle? He's facing Bray Wyatt for the UWF CHAMPIONSHIP AND I DID THAT! I sent Randy right into a world title match more ready then ever and guess what, say it with me, THAT...IS... A... WIN.
It's baffling, it really is. Does EC3 just not see this? Is he choosing not to see this? Since the day my Alpha Academy opened here I have been changing lives and making stars, nay, making ALPHAS. I have had win after win after win. This very PPV, Final Battle, has my fingerprints all over it. From the G1, to the UWF Championship, to the special attraction matches, my name is credited for all of them. But EC3 still has the nerve to go on national television and say that I've only won once? "Someone has to win" they say. As if I haven't been a winner since I opened my Academy doors. I've made this a better place for him and this is my repayment?
It's fine though. It really is because he's given me the chance to do something that I haven't done yet. He's given me the opportunity to take on two Alpha Students at once. Matt Sydal and John Cena. Two individuals that are so different from each other and yet still somehow so alike. Matt is someone trying to find himself, trying to find his footing in UWF, much like he's been trying to do his entire career but when he steps out of my Academy, he will know just damn well who he is and the world better watch out for Matt Sydal.
And then there Jonathan Cena. I've sure you've heard of him. At one time the biggest name in all of wrestling and now here he is on the doorsteps of the Alpha Academy. Ready to give his career the kick it needs to get him back to the top. Well John let me tell you, fellow Alpha Alumni Randy Orton came to me looking for the same thing and I'll remind you again of what he's doing now, he's challenging for the UWF Championship. So John you are in good hands, and I promise you I can lead you back to the promise land once again.
They want to build this match up as "One will win", but that's simply not true. As I have shown time and time again, the Alpha Academy makes winners. So no, this match will not have just one winner. When John and Matt step out of my Academy, they will be changed men, and they will both be winners. They will both be Alphas. When you enter the Alpha Academy, you always win.
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Post by ada2 on Jun 28, 2021 13:16:29 GMT -6
It has all come down to this, the final battle. Once again it was going to be Eddie Kingston and LA Knight stepping into the ring against one another. They were new to UWF. fresh talent brought into the company to shake things up and they have done more than that, both men have turned the company upside down and are on the rise right to the top, the only problem is that there is only room at the top for one and Eddie Kingston knows this better than anyone else. For over twenty years he has never been the guy, for over twenty years he has always been close, but never close enough. Now he was there, he was right there he only had to reach out and grab it. Only problem was that there was one last man standing in his way, one more pain in the ass he has to deal with, one more obstacle standing in his way of his destiny and it was LA Knight.
“I have had to put up with a whole lot of shit since coming here. I have had people in the back asking who I am. People asking what the fuck someone like me is doing here. People heading to that ring and calling me out, bringing up personal shit that no one has any right to bring up. Questioning if I am good enough to be here, if I deserve to be here, if my body can last the course. Let me tell you this, twenty fucking years I have been at this. Twenty long hard years working my war around the world for every single promotion you can think off and not once did I ever make it to the top. I always fell into line, did what I was meant to do, be the good hand that was needed, but enough is enough. I know my worth. I know what I can do. I know deep down inside I can be the man. I can carry a company on my back. I can be someone that people can look up too. This match for me tonight, it is everything. It is the end of a twenty year journey. To win tonight, I will know I have made it. I will know that I am good enough, I will know that the feeling I had deep inside, was right. I can be someone, I can be special and tonight is my night and nothing LA Knight says or does will take away this moment for me.”
He would sit there for a moment, his hands cupped together as he just bows his head. He has worked his ass off to be here. He has gone through hell and back more times than any man living or dead to be here. This was it for him. He doubted there would be another chance, another opportunity, another shot. UWF believed in him and he was going to show them that they were right to have faith in him.
“You all know what went down last week. The shit I had to put up with. The nonsense I had to sit and listen too. Apollo ran his mouth about shit he didn’t know and he got knocked on his ass for it. He is jerking the curtain tonight - and I am taking that next step to the top, a lesson I hope sinks into that thick skull of his, tonight talk smack about shit you don’t know, but I wanna take this moment to address something he brought up. He talked about personal shit about me, about who I am, were I come from, what I am - and I wanna get this right for all you people. I identity as the World Heavyweight Champion. I fancy and am in love with the World Heavyweight Championship. I wanna be the World Heavyweight Champion. That’s it, that’s all you gotta know - that’s all you need to know about me. I eat, sleep and shit out wrestling. I wanna be the best. I wanna be number one and in my book, if your content to be a television champion - you ain’t worth the time and day. LA Knight is different. He knows the score. He has played the game. I have no doubt he is going to come out after this and run his little mouth. Talk about his he didn’t run away from me last time, that he slipped or lost count of ten. He is gonna say he carried my fat ass in the tag team match and that like me is undefeated. He can say what he wants to say, we all know the truth. When we locked up all those weeks ago, he got only a taste of what I can do. He wants to be the World Heavyweight Champion, just like me - but it ain’t gonna happen. A World Heavyweight Champion does not back down from a fight, a World Heavyweight Champion does not turn and run like a little bitch when shit goes down. A World Heavyweight Champion does not throw a fit when some little punk crosses one too many times. A World Heavyweight Champion rolls with the punches, has all the shit thrown at him and he just deals with it. I have been dealing with problems since I put pen to paper and here I am. I am still here, I am still standing and I am still going. I have had the shit kicked out of me on every single night I have stepped into the fucking ring, but I went on, I fought through it all and I came out as the winner. I have stepped into the ring with LA Knight before, I have pushed him to his limit and unless he has fucking found a water fountain that pisses out talent - then tonight is going to be the same as last time. He is going to get his ass kicked and the prime time medal with be coming home to my mama with me.”
He would take a moment to look down once more. He wishes it will be that easy, that he will just run right through LA Knight with ease, but shit was different this time. The prime time medal was on the line and a man like LA Knight would lust after that. He would do anything to have it so maybe for the first time in his career in UWF, he might have a real solid fight on his hands.
“LA Knight I am talking to you and only you right now. You know me, I know you. We got beef with one another so tonight we are going to settle it. We both want the same thing, we both want to be number one. We both want to sit at the top of UWF - I cannot blame you for that. I said when I arrived here if you don’t wanna be number one here, then get the fuck out. You want to be number one, I want to be number one - so we are going to settle this like men. Me and you in the ring. I know you want this, I know you have been thinking about this, I know a man like you cannot let go of the fact that I beat your ass before. Your perfect score record here is fucked because of me and you want payback - good little man, really good. Bring it, bring your fucking best because this time shit is on the line. We got a chance, one of us to go to the top. To get those fucking losers Orton and Wyatt to the curb and take the title and make this company important. Only one of us can do it Knight. Only one us can be the one to go above and beyond. Last time you bitched out - this time I know your going to stay and fight and at the end of it all, one of us will move onto bigger and better things and Knight, your looking at that man.”
He would stare right down into the camera. He had said his piece. He had poured it all out. He had shown his hand. The prime time medal was the ticket but it was only meant for one. Kingston or Knight. This company could only have one alpha and it had come down to one of them. Both of them have fought there way to this match, both of them have started at the same time and it was only fair that it came down to the two of them for this chance. Only one man could walk out as the winner tonight and Kingston was banking on it being him.
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Post by Fauche on Jun 28, 2021 16:31:28 GMT -6
When AJ wraps it up, there's a brief moment where Punk looks like he's ready to respond. Still between them, Joe shoots his partner a look that's met with a half-shrug-half-nod. Brooks takes a step back while the Samoan takes command of the center of the ring. He gives Styles the up-and-down, and with notably disappointed air, joins the conversation.Joe: Nah son. I don't see a Demi-God here. I don't even see the Phenomenal One. I can't recognize this suspicious imposter standing before me, all dressed up in flashy gear, his mouth writing checks his ass can't cash. Yet the tights, the music, the merch - all signs suggest that you are, in fact, still the one and only AJ Styles. So I suppose you're right. You must have changed. Joe: Not lately, mind you. No, on that front, I can't help but agree with Phil. You've settled into... this... but this ain't the AJ Styles I used to know. Each "this" comes with an accusatory pointing of the finger jabbed in the B-Block winner's direction.Joe: The AJ Styles I used to know never had cause to remind people people why he stood apart. The AJ Styles I knew wasn't so loud. The AJ Styles I knew wasn't so scared. He sure as shit wasn't dishonest, not with himself, anyway.
Faced with criticisms of your peers, you balk. Called out by your betters? Shit son, you damn near snap. You can't just "I know you are but what am I" out of this one. That's child's play. That might have worked against the fools you passed by on the way here, but against present company, you'll have to step it up if you expect to be taken seriously. Ohhhhh yeah, that's the endgame here, isn't it? Acknowledgement? Respect? To be undeniable? Except what you've done lately hasn't been unprecedented, and what you're grasping for is out of your reach. It's high time you took measure of the actual and made peace with who AJ Styles truly is now. Punk may be the people's favoured candidate heading into the tournament finale, but that favour doesn't seemed to have rubbed off on Samoa Joe so much. There's no cheering or roar of approval when speaks, although the fans do stay quiet to listen when he speaks. It isn't every day the Submission Machine takes to the mic.Joe: I might not be an unbiased party in this feud, but I don't beat around the bush and I've never been a liar. I'll tell it like it is without losing sleep. Keep that in mind while I school you here. This isn't friendly advice because I'm not your friend, AJ. This isn't me just breaking balls and hurting feelings either. I'm going to look you in the eye and tell you why you're going to lose and then later on, when you wake up in a hospital bed and finally have some quiet time to reflect, you can think back on how it was obvious to everyone except you, and how this so-called Samoan has-been let you know it. He steps towards Styles, eye-contact firmly locked in as promised.Joe: You don't know how to lose. Time was when winning came so easy to you, maybe you just never bothered to learn. Those first few failures might have been harmless to brush off. Ignorable. Fair enough. Since you've come back though, in this twilight hour of your career when aches last a little longer and the mornings get a little harder and the clock's always ticking in the back of your mind... those shortcomings have been too tough to swallow. Only thing is, you really can't afford to let it slide like you used to.
You brag about winning the Intercontinental Championship twice. How many times did you defend it? You revel in a Royal Rumble victory as if others didn't clear that lane. You stick Bill Goldberg's name in your cap like a feather like it wasn't humiliating to get pushed to limit by a geriatric football player who was only here for an easy pay-day. Credit where it's due, of course. Picking up belts, finding your way into the main event of Wrestlemania, clearing out your G1 block - these are undisputable accomplishments. With success like that, you're in rarified air, and you're not shy about sharing.
It's that refusal to really accept the flip side of the coin that's going to cost you. Losing in the main event of Wrestlemania baffled you because it's beyond your capacity to admit failure. There's something to be said for confidence, but this is a bridge too far. Denying the denial's a waste of all our time. As long as you call yourself a "Demi-God" we're just gonna assume you're still the same ignorant mother fucker you've been since last fall. Don't mistake what I'm getting at here, either. There's no "come to Jesus" moment now. There's no course correction that'll cover the distance that Punk has on you already. Just know that sooner rather than later, the make-believe house that AJ Styles built is going to come crashing down on all sides. With all the warning signs dismissed, it'll be too late when you finally see that reckoning coming. This debt's getting paid. You can't live so far out on a limb for so long without snapping. Forces of nature are non-negotiable. The big man gestures towards Punk.Joe: That's what we are, AJ. The Renaissance is more than your false religion of self. Like an unstoppable change in the tide and your church is just a sandcastle waiting to be washed away. I could wax poetic about that damn-near Shakespearean tragedy you're doomed to play out all night. Then again, I could also just leave you with the cold-blooded assurance that whether I'm standing at ringside or not, Punk's putting you to sleep the hard way to win this tournament. You'll never beat a man who knows you better than you allow yourself to know yourself. With that condemnation, Joe steps back again, letting the tension bubble down naturally while stepping out hitting range. It isn't that he's afraid to get his hands dirty, it's just that he's confident enough in his words and the result the coming match that there'd be no sense in stomping the self-professed Demi-God prematurely. His fate's already sealed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2021 16:39:13 GMT -6
The scene opens up with a view of a Yacht off the Florida coastline. It was not just any Yacht it was the four-thousand dollars a day rental Yacht. However, Apollo Crews was alone simply because he just needed some personal time. He had friends but for this trip, it was all about him. Apollo Crews was relaxing on the lower level of the rental having a few margaritas and attempting to fish but nothing had happened yet. Apollo was about to give up on the fishing when suddenly Apollo has a snag on the line. He jumps up grabbing the fishing rod before it goes over and begins to reel in the fish. The sweat falls from his forehead as he pulls in the fish. He looks at his catch and is surprised to find a baby fish on the hook.
Final Battle is upon us gentlemen. Are you nervous? Are you scared? I certainly hope not because it will be my pleasure to make you understand why you need to be when going against Apollo Crews. I am a man that has always been about business. I am a very chill man right now fishing in the middle of nowhere but believe me this is how I study my competition by getting out and clearing my mind. Let's take this small fish for example most would look at this and think nothing of it. However, to Apollo Crews, this is a symbol of Super Dragon. He wants to act like a big superstar thinking he can compete with the elite but in reality, he is a fish out of water and needs to be thrown back to grow and understand his place. I am sure you are going to tell me that you deserve this opportunity, but I just don't buy it. I can tell you I deserve to be a millionaire but that does not mean I will know what to do with all that money. You see Super Dragon you sound more like fierce bubble gum with an exciting cream filling that leaves everyone vomiting. The very fact you are in this match makes me sick because I do not like minorities and wannabe superstars wasting my time and effort I want a real battle something so sick that it makes headline news the next day. You will never live up to that type of hype since you are a one-trick pony. You fly around the ring trying to do speed attacks. I am already prepared for something like that Super Dragon I want to see you sweat. I want to see you suffer and strain in pain. How much of a man can you really be if you won't reveal who you are. You must have brought shame to your family and friends and don't want anyone to know your identity.
Once he was finished speaking, he tossed the baby fish back into the water as it swam away and Apollo Crews chuckled a little.
Super-Dragon you would be wise to follow the fish and turn around and not look back. You might think it is foolish not to fight, but that would be the best decision of your life. If you show up and decide to fight, I will personally make it my mission to eliminate you before you even enter the ring. Between Conway, myself, and you there can only be one weak link and it's you, my man. I know you don't believe me but the truth hurts. No worries, though, because that is not going to be the only thing hurting when, this match is over. The reputation you took so long to build will come crashing down. You will hang your head realizing that Apollo Crews was right. You will realize that Apollo Crews is always right no matter the circumstances.
He sits back down enjoying the sunshine putting his shades on and continues to drink.
Double Dragon was a fun game, my guy and at least it had a purpose to entertain me. You, on the other hand, have no purpose at all besides dressing up like a Darth Vader reject. Do you know who your daddy is? It's ME! No one else is going to step up to the plate and admit they slept with your mother. How's it feel to be a bastard where no one loves you nor misses you. Super-Dragon I want to help you do some soul searching and allow you to understand that no matter what happens in that ring you will always suck.
Apollo finishes his drink and makes his way to the cabin to steer the boar back toward the port. It was already a long day, and he was getting tired as the weather begins to change right in front of his eyes. Storms did not bother Apollo Crews at all for he was fearless and Rob Conway was about to find that out first hand.
Rob Conway the soon-to-be former Television champion I want you to know that I enjoy a great game of cat and mice. I have no problem with hunting you down and claiming my reward. It may not be the companies biggest title but it needs someone with prestige regardless and you have fallen short in that department. There is a storm in your near future, and the name is Apollo Crews. Storms are fierce, destructive, and have a particular path. You are about to get a direct hit and when it happens you will not know how to react. I know you take pride in holding that Television title but the only reason you want it is to stay relevant. You need it to prove to yourself that you have what it takes but no matter what you do at Final Battle I am going to be the one that wins the battle. Super-Chicken does not scare me at all until he proves to me that he is a threat. You however Mr. Conway are only a threat because I am trying to take something close to your heart. This belt is the only love that you get in your life. The women-only use you for what they want and then ditches you. You lost your friends and family as you become consumed with this business but no worries. Once the match is over and I have beaten you to an inch of your life you can leave the company and find a job that suits you better like garbage guy or dump operator anything that reminds you of the crappy performance you are about to put out. I am sure you are thinking just ride out a storm and eventually it goes away but I am the PERFECT storm. I have no weaknesses only strengths. I do not get weaker as the match goes on instead I get stronger. I expect nothing but your very best in this match but sadly you won't give me that because your a gutless weak little boy who needs a lesson in hard work and dedication. I want you to pay attention during the match because once it is over and you see me crowned the new Television champion you will learn from all the mistakes you made. The only problem with that is you're the biggest mistake of them all and there is no fixing stupid I promise you that.
He sails into the storm as the waves continue to rise as the sun sets on another day in the life of the amazing Apollo Crews. Who knows what the morning brings as he tries to survive the storm.
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Post by Jimmy Uso on Jun 28, 2021 20:48:08 GMT -6
John Blade is seen with the new hustle loyalty n respect shirt He has a big smile on his face as he looks into the camera, the lighting is placed perfect on John as a UWF logo bounces around on a screen behind him..
Big Match John|Blade: You see, I did what i said i was going to do to Matt Sydal and Chad Gable
Big match John|John Blade: Chad Gable, I said no matter how hard he tried, No matter what Jesus tried to pull, I would still come out with the victory, Look now? Here i am, Gold and all .. The Chain Gang had my back through, They where screaming my name, Cheering me on.. It felt pretty damn good, I gotta say.. It was quite rush to be in that Trapt in there, Only thing to do.. was to either Pin for the three count, or win by submission Sydal and Gable just didn't have the balls to take on a real wrestler, Gable and Sydal is just a chump, Like I said.. Everything he n he does is useless, However right before all of you, And I mean all of you, You fans, The Management, The Other Super, right in before every damn body! You got a Academy right here, And I mean it from the bottom of my heart, I am the New Academy wrestler... First ever in UWF history! Matt and Chad Gable couldn't see me!
John Blade turns his hat backwards, Looking into the camera with excited looking smile.
Big Match John|Blade: I am everything a real wrestler should be, I showed Matt and Chad Gable that I wasn't just playing' around with there punk ass, I am real.. All talk, I was ready for everything to happen in that Triple Threat match tonight, But Matt and Chad wasn't.. Matt's better of staying backstage and chilling' with his high flying Jesus, Well Chad Gable... How do Ya' Like them Pineapples Part'Nah!
John Blade has a laugh, as the camera go down to look at the Triple threat on John Blade's Arrival.
Big Match John|Blade: I respect this Triple Threat, Unlike any other of these guys back here, No matter what it comes down to, I will not lose my Triple Threat, I bet you all want to hear the great news, is that John Blade will be in a match this Sunday on Final Battle!
You can have the fans go crazy cheering inside of the arena as they watch John Blade on the screen.
Big Match John|Blade: Yes that's right Chain gang! John Blade, Brings the action to you all every single week, Why is that? Because I can, F*** Rules, Ruck Fules! i am here to whoop some ass! And dammit, Every week this Arrival Showcase is going to be me this is why I am a great Alpha Academy wrestler, i don't care how many obstacles they throw in my way, How many fools I have to beat down, What ever they want to bring, They can bring! Cause John Blade is gonna whoop Some Ass!
John getting hyped up now, as the fans in attendance go nuts!
Big Match John|Blade: Whoever my next opponent may be, on Final Battle are in for a lifetime of ass kicking.. You know something I been thinking, I've even guessed who my next opponent may be.. who could it be?
A Crew member walks over to John and whispers something in his ear..
Big Match John|Blade: Aw, you for real! Now that is tight woman, Thanks.. you see Holly over here, just told me my next match, Everybody thank Holly.. So my opponent is none other Than... Matt and Chad Gable
Blade does the Gable n Sydal taunt..
Big Match John|Blade: Good Ol' friend of mine, I've known this guy for ages now, He'll we even hanged out before, but one thing is first don't know.. Is that i am all business, but someone is different from my opponent tonight Matt, Chad is a punk, a cheater, and a unskilled wrestler, How ever is going to be a different kind of opponent, But i am strictly business, This isn't not hate or love situation, This is simply do or die, And I not gonna let Chad or Matt sydal beat me, So there you have me versus Matt n Chad Gable, this Sunday on Final Battle! Now this is going to be a great match that everybody should like, the Mfers... or The Chain gang! you choose Chad n Matt Sydal, I know what the people like, This just isn't any Triple Threat this is apart of Chain gang now, Ya Feel Me Homie? and Matt in Chad Gable are not friends in this triple threat i don't care about what you think man' i am gonna take it to you just like i would bring the pain to any other guy or women!
Blade smirks..
Big Match John|Blade: This is a business, and i am this business, when I bleed It's gonna be for this business, when i sweat, It's going to be for this business, This is what i do best Chad n Matt Sydal.. And you two better have a game plain, A damn good one, Or else your gonna end up like that chump Gable n Sydal.. Dawg, It don't really matter Cause you can't take the heat of being in this match with The First time ever Triple Threat!
Blade gives a grin into the cameras..
Big Match John|Blade: I don't think they get it, I don't think you even get it Chad Gable Matt Sydal, Once I'm down, you may think I'm out, But trust me i ain't out homie.. I am just down, But you can't count me out.. I will never stop fighting', I am going to stick to you like glue, And come back and whoop that ass, And I will not stop.. until that happens! These are just the Basics, The Basic Thuganomics, And I am just filling you in on a little something' Chad, Your probably all mad and pissed right now, Cause of your attitude, But no matter realize it or not.. I am not going down for you, I am not losing to you or Matt, You can bring your best if you really want too, Bring your best, It' don't matter', Cause anything you bring, I can bring better, Stronger, And Faster.. The UWF network is up, You ain't the same Chad Gable you used to be, Your getting' older, Weaker, and quite frankly playa, You're just one played out son of a b*tch!
John Blade shakes his head..
Big Match John|Blade: Matt, I hope you been studying real well.. Because when the time comes for our match to happen.. I'm gonna be teaching you both a lesson of.. Thuganomics!
John Blade smirks into the camera giving a word life taunt in front of the cameras as the fans watch on getting hyped up..
Big Match John|Blade: You see Chad, I just don't see you cutting' as a New Academy wrestler here, Hell i can't even see you possibly beating me at the next Final Battle, But maybe you can prove me wrong, Maybe you can prove the world wrong Matt, if you can, That would be great for you, But if is if, Not a guarantee, But Chad.. I am guaranteeing a win for the Chain gang, You can run around in your Alpha Academy Shirts, Hell you can make those dumb little Chad Facts, But Matt Here's a Blade fact, John Blade Defeats Matt n Chad Gable July 4th on Final Battle.. I'm unbreakable, No matter' how hard ya both try to beat me, It's not going to happen.. I'm untouchable.. But I'm Forcing You to Feel Me! this Sunday on Final Battle, It's Over for ya homie..
Word Life!
John Blade does another Word life taunt as the cameras then go to a scene in the ring where some dark matches take place.
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Post by ultrainstinct on Jun 29, 2021 20:40:25 GMT -6
The scene opens up to a monstrous fire on a set of tombstones in the middle of a wasteland graveyard. The name ‘KAZUYUKI FUJITA’ is visible on one of the tombstones as it continues to burn and melt away. After a few long moments, the tombstones all buckle and crumble from the heat of the immense flames. A familiar voice begins to speak out. Seth Rollins: Fujita made the sin of stepping into the battlefield to confront the beast that lies within me. Since he insists on poking and prodding at the giant, then it’s only fair the gets a visit from the one whom he shouldn’t anger. That violent beer chugging antique is just a few days away from tasting something that should be oh so familiar at this late stage in his career: loss, pain, failure and soon regret and remorse. Regret for the poor choice of actions that you took, and remorse for the embarrassment that I plan on bestowing upon you. The scene fades to black before an image of Seth Rollins appears upon on the screen.
Seth Rollins: Fujita has bitten off more than he can chew by sinning against my flesh. The hands that were around my neck will be turned into ones begging for mercy. Your time has come, and at Final Battle, you will reap the consequences for your actions; and you have no one to blame but yourself. The scene fades to black but reopens up in a church. There are 8 men with black masks and black hoodies all standing before the stage, where Seth Rollins is standing. There is a podium in front of him with a book in his face and he is wearing a black hoodie. Seth opens up the book and begins to read. Seth Rollins: Open your eyes, listen with your heart, and expand your mind. The Book is Deuteronomy, Verse 32:35; ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay. In due time their foot will slip; their day of disaster is near and their doom rushes upon them.’ Seth slams the book and kicks the podium off the stage as it breaks from absorbing two impacts.
You talk a big game Fujita for a man that’s 4 and a half cheeseburgers away from his death bed. You crossed the wrong line and its time you paid for your sins against me. You’ll be lucky if you’re able to walk out of the arena on your own power. Final Battle may end up being your last battle and you may find yourself six feet under, buried under the weight of your own pathetic career as I finally put you down, like a bullet in the dome. Seth snears into the camera as it fades away to black.
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Post by Dres on Jun 29, 2021 21:27:29 GMT -6
AJ raises his microphone to respond.
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: An impostor, hmm? Grow up, Joe. Because for starters, this isn’t Among Us or some other freakin’ game, even though Final Battle sounds like the name of one. No, even though you’d like it to be a game, judging by how swept up you both are in delusion and fantasy about yourselves and how this is going to go, this is as real as Punk’s ridiculous tattoos and the strain put on your heart by all those extra pounds you’re carrying, I’m leaving Final Battle the winner of the G1 Finals and the number one contender to the UWF Championship. And much like those tattoos and heart damage, the effect is going to be long felt and permanent. Because while Phil here would have the world believe he’s the one that decided this would be our last match against one another, it was yours truly. And sure, neither of us has the book and EC3 could pit us against each other any time he felt like it but that’s just more incentive for me to make sure it stays the last encounter. You keep talking about me getting put to sleep or submitted but again I bring to your attention the fact that you had the Anaconda Vise and GTS in your repertoire those other times and you didn’t leave the victor either of the first two times and didn’t get the job done yourself the third time. And I keep bringing that up because it’s fun to rub your face in it but also because you’re so hard headed you won’t let yourself get that you aren’t going to beat me. Let me slow that down. You. Aren’t. Beating. Me. At. Final. Battle. Do I have to ink it onto your body for you to understand? There’s more room on Joe’s body though so maybe I’ll write it on him somewhere. Or I could just keep saying it and giving reasons why, that’s more fun for me anyway.
On the topic of speaking though, it’s funny to me that Joe waddled back to his safe space after he got done running his mouth. Do you guys rehearse lines and blocking before you come out here and speak into the microphone? Like Joe stands here, Punk stands there, Joe says this, Punk says that. Well let me remind you both of something: Joe isn’t in the match. Therefore I don’t give a damn what he has to say about tides and sandcastles or his boohooing about me not being the AJ Styles he remembers or any of that crap! Sure you flapping your lips gave me a welcome recess from the condescending smug oozing off of and emanating out of Phil but still, unless you’re going to be stepping in here at Final Battle to compete, you should stand there and keep your fat mouth shut! But while I’m addressing you, you want to talk about someone that’s changed? Find yourself one of those wraparound mirrors and bask in the sight, because you’ve changed so much you should be ashamed. The Joe I know wouldn’t play second fiddle to a guy like CM Punk, he’d choke him out. But standing in someone else’s shadow is what you’ve become complacent with, and while it’s a damn shame, it really has no effect on me.
AJ shrugs as he gets some heat from the crowd.
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: You believe every word he had to say though, so it’s no wonder you loosened the leash and let him talk. You believe that you know me better than I know myself and all those other ridiculous things that’ve been discussed by all three of us out here. Which hey, as a sad little atheist I didn’t think you believed in anything but you’re capable of mustering up some faith after all. Too bad it’s not going to get you anywhere but on your back looking at the overhead lights. Tell me, Punk: what are you going to do when you drop the ball again? What happens when you, one more time, fail? Now there’s no doubt a stupid answer to that question coming but I genuinely want to hear what you come up with. Because for me, Final Battle is about more than just becoming the winner of the G1 and the UWF Championship’s number one contender, it’s about proving once and for all that I’ve always been better, am better, and always will be better than you. This divine fire is going to scorch your Renaissance to ashes and toss them into the wind so that the Summer of Punk is cancelled on account of rain.
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