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Post by rebornmattsydal on Jun 29, 2021 21:50:21 GMT -6
My Time to Fly blares over the P.A. System and the crowd response is ubiquitously positive for the thrilling sensation that is Matt Sydal. Matt jogs down the aisle and slides into the ring with his signature slide through the bottom rope and jacks Cena/ Blade’s mic from his grasp .
reborn Matt Sydal: I am the visionary highflier Matt Sydal . I try to remain calm, but I am getting tired of this one victory nonsense . I beat TWO people. John Boy here in my debut here and Roman reigns. Where has Roman been since I beat him ? probably getting ready for Fast And Furious 60002 electric boogaloo .
Chad Gable , you can find me if you wanna get found . I know where I am, I know what I must do . being reborn doesn’t make you invincible, it gives you the tools to keep going . At least with me I give you a choice , I may be a bit preachy . Your way is teaching everyone to follow you, I say question everything , think for yourself !
Ram Das says unlearn something everyday . Some advice from some people you just don’t need . I know I can beat both of you, especially John blade or whatever name he goes by now .
Matt tosses the mic back at John .
TBC anyone
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rawisrey
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Post by rawisrey on Jun 30, 2021 1:43:36 GMT -6
As the scene begins to fade, you can hear a loud cackling laughter sound over the speakers. The lights in the arena are off so the image on the titantron shines brighter, but once they come back on you can see Bray Wyatt standing in the middle of the ring laughing loudly no sign of when he got out there but seemingly amused at what he saw from Randy Orton. Bray Wyatt: How Delightful, in Randalls little world...This championship right here, belongs to him. In Randalls world, he's a monster here in the UWF. In Randalls world, all the fun and games we've had with one another is some big war! I bet the other guy finds it all unimaginably delectable hahaha, ya know my good good pal Rhodey had a lil sayin' he'd parlay to some of his opponents and I think it fits this situation oh so well. Because for Randall Keith Orton, this night on the fourth of July is the single most important night of his life...The culmination of everything he's ever fought for, hurt for, and sacrificed for, his true Climax...a Final Battle that means the validation of everything he believes deep down in the cockles of his heart...But for me...It's simply Sunday.Bray closes his eyes and has a small smile creep across his face, slowly stretching wider as he opens his eyes and begins to outright laugh loudly. Oh hohohohaha, oH Oh... Oh Man, It's a lesson that is truly fit for all of my little fireflies watchin right now. Every day can be someones most important one, even if it's just another one in the week for you. So what you've gotta do is treat Every waking moment of your life like it's special, because when your simple day is someone elses Most important...The stars may align against you, but if you're at your best every minute of every day...If you're the Best Gosh Darn you you can be, well By golly ya just keep getting better and better until nobodies One Big day can ever stand up to your GRAND MAGICAL LIIIFFE! HAHAHAhABray lets his title slide off his shoulder, catching it with his hand and spreading his arms out wide spinning around in a circle in the ring as his fans in the crowd cheer loudly. As he beams with joy he brings his arms down and because of that gets a good look at his UWF Championship, staring down at it in his hand and holding it at eye level as he continues. Ya see Randall...This right here, it's what people work all their careers to attain. But that's just the thing, once they attain it...Once it's finally happened, they just let their dreams end. The Dream is holding it up after leaving it all in the ring, but then they wake up and stop pushing all they've got to keep it only to make room for someone elses dream. Randall, your dream would have been a lovely one but it sadly came along when I did. I got tired of failing, I got tired of letting it all slide through my fingers and never holding it for long enough to even savor it. I broke myself down, He built me back together stronger than I ever was as a single entity...Because I wanted this in my hands, I wanted this to be mine. And I achieved what we all hurt for so long to accomplish, not for a fleeting moment in the sun...but to hold for as long as I want. Nobody appreciates this beauty, they all want it as a trinket...a prop for their highlight reel. They don't see it for everything it truly stands for, I didn't even see it at first but with my new eyes I see it all. That's why I won't let it go, that's why everyone who even dares come and try and take it...is given much more dire things to worry about immediately.Bray turns the title so the gold faces outward as he smiles and looks up towards the entranceway. And you Randall...Have a Lot to worry about my friend. You are desperate to sink your teeth but you've-ooooh you my friend have bitten far more than you can chew with this one. What threat does a defanged viper hold in the wild? You claim to be UWFs one true monster, but what is a monster to a destroyer of gods? I've devoted everything in me to hold the whole Wide World in my hands, and you can't even devote yourself to finishing a match without needing a weapon or help. You are everything I am here to stop in this industry, and you are everything that...He...exist to exterminate. And in this Final Battle, I will do everything within me to forever remind you of your mistake of trying to take my everything from me....Hhahahaha So I'll be seein ya at Final Battle Randall, I can't wait for us to have more fun than you could ever imagine! Byyyyyye Randall...Hahaha...Good-Bye.
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Post by Sam on Jun 30, 2021 3:51:24 GMT -6
Just look at me...
The piano plays and the crowd begins to groan. From behind the curtain steps the reigning Television Champion, Rob Conway. Conway has his usual shit-eating grin on his face as he swaggers to the stage. He points to the title belt wrapped around his waist and has a little laugh to himself before he saunters down to the ring singing along to his entrance theme. Conway hops up onto the apron and takes the time to sing to the camera before stepping through the ropes and into the ring where he is handed a microphone.
Rob Conway: Another month, another pay-per-view where yours truly has been put in another unfair situation. That's right last month I was in a Triple Threat Match with Rey Mysterio and Jonathan Gresham, and this month?, another Triple Threat Match, it seems to me as if Ethan Carter has a little problem with 'The Conman' which is strange considering everything I bring to the table and have brought to the table since arriving here in UWF. Ratings, merch sales, clicks per second online and a social media following increase unlike anything seen before, but I digress. See Ethan Carter has stacked the odds against 'The Conman' but let's just remember what happened at Backlash - I won - and I won this, UWF Television Championship beating two men in one match so as far as I'm concerned, Final Battle's going to be a re-run and the outcome isn't going to change. In fact the only real difference this time around is the two opponents... two guys I have never heard of in my entire life... Apollo Crews and Super... Super... Super Dragon?!, what kind of a dumb name is that anyway?!
Conway laughs about Super Dragon's silly name.
Now, I'm sure these guys have really earned their shots in the fifteen minutes they've been here but let's just take a minute to look at the match-card. Just take a little minute, go on your phones... ignore all those Rob Conway photos you like to look at... and go online the UWF.com website... now... yeah just scroll past all the Rob Conway content I know it's difficult, but just go to the Final Battle preview and look at the image they have for the Television Championship match and you'll see what I'm getting at. Just take it in... and ask yourself... do these guys even deserve to be in the same photo as 'The Conman'?... I mean look at it. You've got Apollo Crews, all five foot five of him and you've got Super Dragon who looks like he took a wrong turn on his way to Comic-Con to hang out with all his other loser virgin friends and talk about I don't know?, Shinobi?. Frankly?, I'm offended. I mean it's not like there's anyone who can match Rob Conway in terms of looks but god-damn this has to be the biggest joke I've seen in my life. That's right a joke.. because when I heard about the match being announced?, I laughed. When I seen the promo card?, I laughed and I'm going to keep on laughing until I walk out untouched, unscathed and still the Television Champion because these two guys are just that... walking, breathing, bumbling jokes.
The crowd boo 'The Conman' and his arrogance.
See these past couple weeks on Revolution haven't gone 'The Conman's way. But I've been distracted. I've been busy flying all around the world being Mr Television. See this title isn't just some third rate belt, this title means you represent the network, you represent UWF's image worldwide. So I've been all over the States, all over Europe... China... India... you name the country?, 'The Conman's been there and nobody has put in the air-miles like Rob Conway. So these past few weeks?... jet-lag... fatigue... tired from carrying this company on my back globally as the face of it's television show... whatever you want to call it, 'The Conman' hasn't been at his best, he hasn't been focused. Which is why I've taken the time to recharge, refocus and re-energise going into Final Battle. Not to prove to any of you how good I am, because you really should know by now, but to lay down a marker that 'The Conman' is here to stay, that 'The Conman' is the greatest champion in this company... today and of all time... and that I will be the most dominant force this company has ever known and it starts with the two clowns that have been allowed the opportunity - scratch that - gifted, the opportunity to share a ring with 'The Conman'.
Conway has an intensity to his voice.
See while Apollo Crews is out there fishing, I've frankly had bigger fish to fry making this company and myself millions of dollars in endorsements, investments and sponsorship deals. This face, this pretty face is worldwide on cans of soda, on action figures, on billboards... whatever you can think of, this face is on it and it sells buddy, trust me. But I heard what you said about me and I agree. I am a threat. But not just because you're coming for my championship but because I'm simply better than you. I'm better than everyone... I'm better in the ring, I'm better in the gym and I'm better looking. There's a reason you're out there catching fish and I'm out there catching money and it's because you aren't worth what 'The Conman's worth Apollo. Which is why you don't deserve to hold this title and you're not going to hold this title. See Conway equals money... Apollo Crews?, not so much and don't even get me started on Super Dragon. Last time it was Rey Mysterio under the mask but at least he had a legacy behind him worldwide and in this company. You?, you're just some out of shape sweathog walking around like an extra in some lame 80's ninja movie with your little sidekick, who's name I can't even bring myself to try and remember. And while you're the extra making up the numbers... I'm the leading man, I'm the star and that's why you'll stay in the shadows - not as some 'super cool ninja' - but as the lame, pathetic, fat piece of human trash you are. I'm surprised.. I really am, I'm surprised that this is all Ethan Carter can offer to his biggest star. Two jokers, two faceless names. But you know what?... it'll only go to show my superiority, it'll only go to show that I am as good as I say I am when I beat both of you. Send both of you packing back to whatever rec-centre or high-school gym you came out of. Back to where you belong so that the spotlight can stay on a real star, a superstar, a mega-star... Mr Television, the only true champion in this company, Rob Conway. And as I stand in that spotlight, with my tan and my abs shining just as bright as my title belt I'll look around at all the losers in the crowd... the sad, pathetic little peons that pay their money to see someone like Super Dragon... and I'll show them greatness... I'll show them 'The Conman' and I'll say to them... just look at me.
Conway laughs as he spreads his arms and soaks in the boos from the crowd.
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Post by Fauche on Jun 30, 2021 13:08:02 GMT -6
The Straight Edge Superstar's eyes head skyward, gazing up at the roof of the arena with a bemused, unconcerned sort of consideration. He scratches his chin absent-mindedly.Punk: Meh... I don't mind the rain. A change in weather never bothered me much. Punk: It's adaptation, AJ. That's what I keep coming back to when I think about what makes me better than you. When you ask me what a loss at Final Battle would do to me, I don't start sweating bullets. Despite every measure I've insisted on to get a fair fight out of you, I'm well aware that you're still willing and able to look for that easy way out. Hell, ya might even find it! A bribed ref, some bullshit with Slater and Rhino... Joe and I are doing what we can, but for Christ's sake, we're not miracle workers.
"Hope for the best, prepare for the worst". Yeah, yeah, I know. Another cliche. A seemingly innocuous nugget of common wisdom, except you're so focused in with your tunnel vision on absolute victory that you're wide-open to get blind-sided by annnnnnny other outcome. That's why you went on such a skid coming out of Wrestlemania, bud. By comparison, I dropped that Intercontinental title and haven't lost since. I knew WARHORSE's only chance of getting past me was in that gimmicked out sideshow match. So no big deal. Shit happens. I'm a guy who takes it on the chin, you're a guy who takes it to heart. Every time.
Which isn't to say that I plan on losing here, or ever. You just... you have to be ready for it. For any and all of it, all the time. The differential is a fraction of a fraction, like you're one-hundred percent confident in coming out on top and I'm just ninety-nine-point-nine-nine. I'm not doubting myself, just preparing for the unpredictable. You're such an unoriginal, unimaginative, pompous asshole - your prediction is always the same. So you'll never beat a wildcard like Bray Wyatt, and you'll never beat me again. If all this philosophy is a bit too much to digest, maybe take another good hard look at these tattoos you're making fun of and then have a glance down at yours. Pictures worth a thousand words. I've got variety, dude. Spaghetti thrown at the wall. Unique concepts for unique times. All you care about is your name and those miserable dates you forced a little bit more of yourself into the world.The shot at the Phenomenal One's family draws another "OOOOH" from the fans. They're on the edge of their seats now, ready to see this war of words spiral out of control at any second. The Second City Saint doesn't lose composure, though. He lets the jab settle in but then hastily gets back to his pount. Punk: Back to losing at Final Battle. Okay. Let's say you pull this off. Let's take a break from this "I'm going to win - no I am", "rabbit season, duck season" charade. I'll bite and play devil's advocate and follow you down that road. Say you steal the victory and a dark day falls on the Summer of Punk. The Demi-God ascends! Then what? You go on to get dismantled by Bray Wyatt for a second time, effectively eliminating from the title picture so long as he's champ. It wouldn't be the first time you stole my moment and made the least of it. I did all the work in the Rumble, you picked up the W and then nose-dived. History could repeat. Standing nearby, Joe nods in agreement. He's been staring down AJ with the violent appetite of a Tiger eyeing up a wounded antelope ever since his name came out of the Phenomenal One's mouth. Brooks continues.Punk: The Summer of Punk is less a nice vacation and more an ominous heat wave of the inevitable, world-warping climate change, though. Yeah, you can hide in the shade, crank the AC, whatever it takes to stay cool and safe for a little while. Thing is, I'm getting closer to my actualization every day... no matter what. The loss at the Rumble? I came back and took your title. And if somehow, some way, I lose here, I'm gonna keep moving in, hotter and heavier. When you lose to Bray, who's EC3 going to look to next? It'll be me. I'm going to be the guy the knocks Bray Wyatt off the throne, and whether that's at Summerslam or not, it all ends the same. We know you can't. We know nobody else can. Just wait and see what I can do when I get my hands on the clown.
Unlike you, I don't need to make excuses for my losses. I embrace them as the lessons they are. I'll say again and I'll sound it out slow since I know the big words are hard for you... ad-ap-ta-tion. You slap that Dragon Ball Z bullshit on the titantron every time you come out, but I'm the one who's like your boy Goku. Whenever I get knocked down, I come back stronger. I mean, for fucks sake, what happened last time I lost a big world title match? I broke edge, spiraled into depression and left the company for years. I got humiliated in MMA. The lowest of lows. I found rock bottom and used that as the sturdy foundation to rebuild. Joe was right, dude. Your house is a sandcastle. You're so scared of losing because you're such a vainglorious hack. Looking up at those lights on the Grandest Stage of 'Em All should have been the most important moment of your career - but you couldn't embrace it. That's good news for me. That means you're still single-minded and still vulnerable in ways that, well, I've straight up outgrown by now. The A-Block winner sighs with the tired tone of a teacher lecturing deaf ears. There's only so much longer this can go on before the lesson needs to become physical to sink in.Punk: So as fun as it is to account for hypotheticals and make back-up plans, I can safely say that I'm not too worried having to rely on them. The Renaissance we've promised is inevitable. There's a calming comfort in knowing that what Joe and I are sewing is going to bear fruit, and we're patient enough to see that through. AJ, you're so desperate for this... now... because you're still reeling in the humiliation of Wrestlemania and you know you're running out of time and chances to prove the Demi-God actually exists. You're frantic. Distracted in this frenzy. I see you as a man backed into a corner, more of a danger to himself than anyone else. When I beat you, yeah, I'll be smug about it, but in some ways, you might think of it as a mercy. So when that bell rings, the Ref announces me as winner and the Pure Rules call for you to stand up and shake my hand, you might wanna say "thank you", because if you're selfless enough let it be, losing to me could be the best thing that ever happened to you.
It could be the catalyst that changes up your stale game or the wake up call for you to call it a career. Honestly, I think the latter would be best. Maybe then I'll get July 4, 2021 inked on my ribs - a corny-ass tattoo just like yours to commemorate the day I gave birth to a UWF without AJ Styles. Punk lowers his mic and looks down, trying to find some room for the date amidst all the other body art.
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Post by Dres on Jun 30, 2021 14:55:07 GMT -6
AJ raises his microphone again, looking as unimpressed as ever.
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: I’ll save you the trouble of having to find the real estate and put the date on my ass, right where you can put your lips since you keep bringing up me calling it a career and because I, in general, just don’t like you. July the fourth isn’t going to mean enough for you to get a tattoo to commemorate it, because it’s going to be the night that you shit the bed you made and have to lie in. It’s the night that I shred up both of yours Summerslam meal ticket and stuff it down your respective throats. I know you think you’ve got this in the bag because you’ve won the G1 before and you’ve got a win over me on the board but you, in fact, do not have this in the bag. The one bag you do have hanging between your legs is empty because you traded your nuts in for a heavy to do your dirty work for you, so it’s going to almost be a sad state of affairs when all he can do is helplessly watch you get your ass handed to you. This is it, Punk, the flushing down the drain of all the work that got you here. This is the closest you’re getting to the UWF Championship, the closest you’re getting to Bray Wyatt, and I know that because failure isn’t flattering and the fact it’ll be because of me makes it all about as digestible as a milkshake made of crap, but drink up, because it’s been made special for you.
But at least you’re done hiding behind Joe and you’re speaking for yourself again. That’s something I would commend if I was handing out participation trophies but that’s Ethan’s job when he books the Television Championship or Prime Time Medal. That’s something you and I can actually agree on, that the rest of the card doesn’t matter anywhere near as much as this match. But since you want to play Devil’s advocate, I’ll stroll down that road again. You beat me in the Pure Rules match and go on to Summerslam to face Bray Wyatt. It’s like I said to Renee before I came out here, I don’t like your chances. You think you’re the one man that can outfox him, the only man on the roster that can beat him, and why are you banking on that? For the same reason you’re banking on a win now. You’ve won the G1 before so winning again is a walk in the park. You’ve been UWF Champion before so winning that again is a foregone conclusion. You’re so gullible when it comes to your own self-worth and that’s made you painting your Renaissance like watching a child go wild with crayons and a piece of paper, except I have a general idea about what you’re going to come up with because you’re as predictable as the summer is.
But you do have something in common with Bray Wyatt besides holding that title at one point, neither of you could beat AJ Styles without help. You’ve retold it as me choking or me dropping the ball or blowing the opportunity when really, it’s Bray that got desperate. No one seems to remember that besides me, but I had him dead to rights until that stupid Fiend got involved. But this time, I’m ready for The Fiend but before I get there, I’m ready for you. I’m ready for anything you’re going to dish out, and you’re right, in the end I’m going to ascend. I’m going to ascend beyond just being the, “Demi God” and become the best possible AJ Styles I can be. And that I’ll actually thank you for, because despite the dislike, I’ll admit you bring something out of me that no other opponent does.
AJ ends it there, lowering his microphone again.
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Post by gunn on Jun 30, 2021 16:35:14 GMT -6
The flat line of no one will survive plays as Ciampa walks out. As usual he has a mic in hand but the attack from last week is still evident as his forehead has a scar from where he was busted open and his slight limp he had two weeks ago is now more prominent, he also has his trusty crutch with him as well. Ciampa gets to the ring and slides in before standing to speak
Ciampa: Well it's great to be back here with you guys, obviously I wish what happened last hadn't went down but if I get attacked from behind by a couple of cowards I can't really defend myself can I , shame as well I was looking forward to adding my name to the ever growing list of people that Cena made a rap about and then promptly got his ass beat by them.
The crowd laughs at Ciampas remark.
Ciampa: Maybe in the future, if there's one thing for certain in life, it's that nothing is certain folks, things get thrown at you all the time but you just gotta roll with the punches and keep going.
The crowd cheers Ciampa, who seems to soak it in but he puts his head down and scratches his chin before continuing to talk.
Ciampa: That's kind of always been my philosophy you know, life will beat you down but you fight back but sometimes life plays dirty and throws obstacles in your way, unfortunately I have a rather annoying obstacle in my way with a thick aussie accent that sends shivers down my spine when I hear it, of course I'm talking about Billie Kay and another more dangerous obstacle, if I want to get to her in her muscle, Sonya Deville
The crowd boos the mention of Billie and Sonya's names.
Ciampa: Ever since I got back here Billie has been involving herself in my business and twice I said to her, in this fucking ring, that if she explained herself then nothing would happen to her but instead she decides to get her own personal thug to attack me from behind, so well done Billie, you have my attention now and I'm going to make sure you regret ever wanting it.
Ciampa stares directly into the camera, that signature psychotic look in his eyes flaring up.
Ciampa: So Billie, Sonya, I'm right here and I'll be here all night long so come on join me, because we're all going to get familiar with each other before Final Battle but I honestly just want to know one thing: You wanted my attention, why?
Ciampa then puts the mic to his side and stands in a corner waiting
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Post by Evolution J on Jun 30, 2021 18:10:45 GMT -6
The scene opens with Randy Orton standing backstage looking at the monitor after watching Bray's promo and he turn to look at the camera.
I honestly am not surprised at all. You absolutely think by changing the rules will just only allow you get the upper advantage. My friend, I am sorry to disappoint you. It will take more than that to defeat me. Whether the rules are legal or not, I don't give a damn. I will do whatever it takes to win especially if it ends up with me killing myself just to win the match. I honestly would do that to win the match. It doesn't matter how much pain you have me suffer by your hands or even how much damage you do to me. Bray, I am not going to stop until I am completely dead in that very ring. And I promised you that I will be smiling when I do because I am going to enjoy every single moment of it. It makes me extremely happy and it also help fuel my hunger for blood. Whether its your blood or anyone else's blood including my own blood. It help fuel me and help me do everything in my body to give me the strength to kill everyone that stand in my way,
As for having fun, I always had fun whether you notice me returning to UWF or not. I enjoy destroying every opponent that were placed in front of me. Whether I win or lose, I haven't took a moment to doubt myself at all. Sinking my vampire fangs into people's neck help satisfy my hunger and the blood fuel my thirst. So yeah, it is lovely food appetizer for me especially if I have to bite my lovers' necks every single night. I always had fun causing my opponents to get angry at me when I bust their bubbles because I have always spoke my mind and I doesn't don't care if anyone likes it or not.
As for you, nothing has changed. Everything will be the same whether you, him or I like it or not. Your fate has already spoken. At the Final Battle, I am already here and I am about to make my grand stage performance as the true monster of UWF. I will do whatever it takes to come out the last man standing against the destroyer of gods. When the dust is clear, there will be only fucking monster standing. It shall be the future UWF Champion Randy Orton who will claim his throne along bodies of deceased bloody bodies by his side. That is when you know you got hit by the three letters of the most dangerous move in UWF.......RKO! Good Night Bray. I will see you in our hell for the Final Battle.
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton laughing.
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Post by underclass on Jun 30, 2021 20:10:47 GMT -6
Selective thoughts allowed for such viewing pleasure. The heartfelt passion could be heard radiating through the voice of Kingston -- It was absolutely no secret that this was something that he wanted, but wanting, and achieving are two different things. Don't worry, folks -- LA Knight was about to prove exactly that. The sound of "Thank God I'm Not You", by Himalayas radiates over the arena as a chorus of jeers radiate over the arena as the name "LA Knight," flows across the borders of the ring barriers -- Allowing all the people to realize what's to come. A few seconds pass before, Knight would emerge from behind the curtains as he would fixate his gaze down the entrance ramp. Ignoring the pleads of the crowd, Knight thrusted his way down the entrance ramp, as Tony Chimel would introduce our brash talent. TONY CHIMEL Hailing from Los Angeles, California, at 230 pounds. He is the self professed "Mega Star of the UWF," L-A KNIIIIIIIIIIGHT!
In unison with the words of Chimel, Knight would flow his arms back and forth, with the announcement of his name. He would kick past the crowd, setting his sights onto the steel steps. However this time, Knight would stop at the entrance ramp where he would reach into his yellow jacket, pulling out a microphone. Business was about to pick up ladies, and gentleman. LA KNIGHT Don't you people worry, L-A Knight has come to save you from the utter travesty that was Eddie Kingston's hype package. You know the words by now, we all understand that Eddie Kingston is a broken record, set to repeat. It's been the same crap on repeat for weeks upon weeks upon weeks upon weeks. We get it, Eddie -- Life isn't your strong suit. We get that you had to make these false "sacrifices" just to get by. Ladies, and gentleman -- The story of Eddie Kingston's life has been shaped up by the simple fact that this man plays the sympathy card more than any other wrestler in the world today. It's hard for me to come down to that ring, just minutes away from securing my Prime Time Medal without at least addressing the things that Kingston had to say about Mister Prime Time -- L-A Knight. It's got a good ring to it. Eat your heart out, ladies. YEAAAAAUH! See people, how many times are we going to have to establish that Eddie Kingston has been in this business for twenty years, and still has absolutely nothing to show for it? More importantly, how much longer does L-A Knight have to baby sit this man, before I can move onto bigger and better things? Now don't get L-A Knight wrong, twenty years is a long time. We've already established such a thing. But after twenty years of being crap, you're still just a sack of crap. Kingston mentions that everywhere he's ever been that he's fell completely in line. Once again, Eddie -- You're telling us what we already know. The same shtick about redemption, proving yourself, and yet here L-A Knight is to mess all of it up. It must eat you alive, Eddie -- To have this little win streak of yours, but still not have a single person in the world give a rats ass about you. You say that this will be the end of your journey. For you to just prove that you belong here. See, Eddie -- That's the difference between talent, and competence. You're going to sit there and be satisfied with this medal, as you should -- Where as L-A Knight is a sucker for glitz, and gold. I've ate from a gold spoon since before I could walk, Eddie -- It's just a matter of life for me, where it's a privilege for you. This is why you're so content just sitting at the bottom of this company with that medal, where as L-A Knight not only represents the Prime Time Medal, but I represent this company. See, after I defeat you, Eddie -- And believe me, L-A Knight will beat you, dummy -- I will secure that medal, but then I'll finally be able to move onto bigger and better things. Where as you, Eddie will continue to fall in line, as you say, and fade into irrelevancy. Story of your career. YEAAAAAUH! Knight would stand there with a slight smirk across his face as he would continue to observe the crowd. Knight would slowly begin to pace down the entrance ramp, before reaching the steel steps. Knight would slowly shake his head from side to side as he would chuckle to himself. A shrug would escape from Knight as he would lift the microphone back to his mouth. LA KNIGHT This is no disrespect to Apollo Crews, but do you people actually consider this a success story for Kingston? He was able to defeat a nobody who could only dream of being a somebody. But yet we're supposed to be clapping our hands like we're at some participation trophy ceremony? Did we forget that a few weeks ago, I carried Kingston to a victory as his partner, and yet, you people continued to say that this was all Eddie. That Eddie was the reason we won our tag match together. It's delusion, and that's another pill you people, and Eddie will have to swallow tonight. You people continue to give Eddie this false hope that his story is going to end with success, and that he's going to be the man to beat L-A Knight. There isn't a chance in the world that Eddie Kingston has at beating me. In fact, here's a little somethin' for 'ya. Let me talk to 'ya -- You brought up up something very important, Eddie. People forgot that you never PINNED me our first night in this company. People continue to forget that I allowed Kingston to have his moment because L-A Knight felt sorry for him. I actually have a heart, believe it or not. Yeah, I felt sorry for that dummy, so I threw him a bone. Little did I know that was the biggest mistake of my career -- Because for weeks on end, I had to endure the constant facade of Eddie Kingston being labeled as someone who's actually got talent. I've had to listen to people say that Eddie Kingston got one over on L-A Knight, and we ALL know that's the furthest thing from the truth. Which is why tonight, this truly is the FINAL BATTLE between Eddie Kingston, and L-A Knight because I choose it. So, I hate to be bearer of bad news, Eddie -- But you, and your mama are going to have to sit back in that dumpster fire of a home of yours, broken, beaten, and defeated. YEAAAAAUH! Oh, and we're not just done there, Eddie. You actually looked into that camera and said you were going to beat my ass. You of all people, Eddie actually believe you have a chance against L-A Knight? That's the sad thing about tonight, Eddie. You've been led to your ultimate demise, because these people fed your heads with lies. Where as L-A Knight has TRIED week after week to give you the chance to make the right decision. You don't have to come out here and embarrass yourself, dummy. You don't have to make an example out of yourself, Eddie. You don't need to become another statistic lost in this business, because you bit, hook line and sinker at these people. But I know you, Eddie -- I've adapted, and I've observed your thought process. You're not just egotistical, but you're prideful. And it's that ego, and that pride which will be your downfall. DUMMY, YEAAAAAUH! Knight would slowly make his way inside up the steel steps, making his way into the ring. Knight would lean over the ropes as his gaze fixated on the entrance ramp. A soft chuckle escapes from Knight as he continues. LA KNIGHT See, Eddie -- I'm glad you're actually able to see the implications of this match. You're right, only one of us are going to walk out with the Prime Time Medal. Yet, once again you sat in that dumpster fire of yours, and you radiated such confidence that you actually once again said that YOU would beat me. You actually believed that on this night of all nights that Eddie Kingston would have a chance to beat L-A Knight. Sorry, but I'm not sorry, Eddie. You say I "bitched" out, but I played it smart. I wasn't going to give you a chance to waste my time, Eddie. It's all in the mind, and I've got inside your head. You're so captivated by your own hype, your own belief, that once again you'll have the balls to say whatever it is you please. You've got the stones to tell it like it is, and I actually admire that about you. It shows that you believe in yourself, but it also shows the world just how stupid Eddie Kingston is -- YEAAAAAUH! See, tonight this isn't about you, Eddie. This isn't about your little redemption arc, or being able to get that adversity off your back -- It's about another failure at your expense. It's about L-A Knight doing exactly what L-A Knight does best. Putting these butts in those seats. Being Prime Time. Taking this company by storm, but most importantly -- Making a fool out of Eddie Kingston. And that ladies and gentleman isn't a broken promise. YEAAAAAUH! That isn't a threat. YEAAAAAUH! That's just a FACT OF LIFE! Knight would lower his microphone as he would take a step backwards. The crowd would show their split demeanor once again. Knight was on the prowl, and was ready to make an example of Kingston. He had his eyes set on the prize. It was ultimately just a matter of making it happen.
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Post by Jimmy Uso on Jul 1, 2021 1:17:45 GMT -6
[after Cena was through listening of what Matt Sydal had to say he lifts back up his Microphone and start talking nonsense about him]
John|Cena: Matt can't beat me, [my sound goes out] He just like Ike Turner, he ain't no competition! And the fact that he got a contract is completely pathetic forget about his design leg, his whole career is prosthetic Yo, this kid is crazy, he's a super freak, half his body is plastic he should do me a favor, and hop his ass into traffic Now I guess, I guess we both got our selves a triple threat match on Final Battle, it seems that I'm fighting Air Bourne, and he's fighting Christopher Reeves Yo, yo, this kid is half-asses, he's gonna knock off his block What's better than a one legged wrestler? Being able to walk! That's right, you do your thing playa, you do your thing
{Fans Cheers for John and Mention about Matt Sydal and Chad gable}
John|Cena: Chad spreading them lies to John Cena, It's your fault. it's a prison bro, and I'm the warden. You can't see me? I'm a legend, you should pay me some respect, And if you're late on paying me, I'm gonna come and collect. So now I wrestle Mr Air Bourne, and Alpha Academy the dude who likes to do flips and likes to do Technician tricks Winter's a cover -up bro, we know you take it in the bucket. Hey, I'm not nervous cause you got this weirdo fetish and butts, I'm scared because your favorite hero is sausage and nuts. You can't handle the truth Matt and Chad, you'd rather feel up Chuck, you don't want to wrestle with me, all you want is to []
John|Cena: Matt wanted me to be a professional wrestler but I would never be his mouthpiece Cause Matt's like Magic Johnson, he took his talent straight down to south beach and for the past few weeks, Matt's been legitimately pissed If you get stuck flipping upside down Matt it's all in the wrist Could we please have a week where you don't come out here and choke? you may be B.I Joe this spring, right now you're a C.I joke Ever since I opened my mouth about you you been begging me to back off So if Matt and Evan are the same person, I think y'all both jack offs and after July 4th, you won't be making no more back flips you gonna' need surgery on your face just like you had it on your boobies those popping chest they had work than a locker room full of women I got a present for Matt Sunday, I'm a give him a St. Louis Steamer Team Matt he's team lost it and the truth is getting scary Cause they weren't chanting Matt last week they were chanting Randy Orton'' Keep making fun of this Puppet nonsense Matt, cause I ain't even close sick of it I'm Mr. Kung Pao Chicken, you just St Louis Fried Chicken- Sh*t And no, no I don't have balls but I got something in their place I'm a beat yo' ass at Final Battle and put my Nuts dead in yo face!
John show the Audience a single pack of Peanuts
[Cena remains in the ring and waits for Chad Gable to respond with Matt and John before Final Battle]
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Post by ada2 on Jul 1, 2021 7:30:47 GMT -6
The prime time medal. At the end of the day that is what it all came down to. That's what they were both fighting for. What they both wanted more than anything else and they were going to have to go to war against one another in order to get it. It was not going to be easy, but when is anything ever easy in this crazy world ever easy. The harder something is to gain, the more satisfying it is when you accomplish it and Kingston didn’t want the prime time medal handed to him, he wanted to earn it the hard way and facing Knight - there was no other man on the roster he wanted to beat more than him.
“There is no one bigger than me. There is no one better than me. You will not find a better opponent than me. The problem with you Knight is that you have peaked brother. You have reached your limit only a month in. You see for you, this is it my friend. This is as far as you go. This is the end of the road for you. You cannot and you will not go any further. You see I have been here just as long as you have, but unlike you I am not in my own personal locker room with my head right up my ass. I have been around, I have made the boys, I have gotten to know the people here and with my own eyes I have seen how things work here. You gotta work hard to make it, you got to put the time and effort in. You got to give everything else up if you wanna make it and I have done just that. You see you stand there and you expect things to be handed to you. You want this prime time medal and for what? To show off? To add to your collection? To rub it in the faces of everyone you meet? You want it to add to your achievement list and nothing more than that. You wanted it handed to you because you think you deserve it? What the fuck have you done here to deserve anything. Your only here right now because you took an ass whooping from me and people liked seeing it. People like seeing you get hurt. People like seeing you cry like a little bitch in the ring. People pay good money to see a little wanker like you get what he deserves and I am all for giving the people what they want. This medal means everything to me. It is everything that I have worked for. Everything I have been through is for that medal and I am not going to hand it to someone like you. A man who is handed success. A man who expects success. A man who has never worked a hard day in his fucking life. A guy like you - who looks like you, walks and talks like to - yeah I get it. This is made for you, it is expected for you, but this is not how the story is going to end. It comes down to this - who the better man is and we all know it ain’t you. History always repeats itself little man, only difference this time is I ain’t letting you run.”
He would glance down for a moment as he knew Knight would come out swinging with everything he had and he was right to do it as well. This match was make or break for both men. It was going to be a career moment for one, a highlight like no other and for the other man it was going to be a lowpoint. Something to look back on and always know that you just where not good enough and Kingston was going to fight tooth and nail to stop it from being him.
“Knight - we can do this all fucking night if we want to. We both got shit on the other. We both know how to get under the skin of each other. Let us just admit this right here and now. This company ain’t big enough for two men like us. We both want to be at the top - a good goal to have brother. We both want to be the man, we both want to be champion. Only problem is that there can only be one. Highlander rules you little shit. There can only be one - you gotta kill the rest of the pests in your way, a good thing for me, a shit thing for you. I have swatted Orton, Sydal and Crews away like they were nothing. All of them stood up and tried there best and all of them got knocked down. You Knight know this better than anyone else here. You were my first. My first test here. We both signed at the same time, both walked into this company with so much hype, but when it came time to show-up, when it came time to deliver. You bottled out. You crashed. You fucked up. You and me went to war and in the end instead of dying like a man, you left your pride in the ring and you fucked off. Now some might say live to fight another day - but what have you done since then. You got a second chance and all you have done is be a little dick to me. A little pain in my ass and here we are again. Full circle and we are at each others throats once more. Fighting for the prime time medal. Like you said little man, Final Battle is a fitting name for this night, because I have no doubt this is it for me and you. Like I said this company ain’t big enough for the two of us. One of us has to go and it ain’t going to be me. I have already beaten your ass once before and fuck all has changed in the three weeks I smashed your head into the ground. It is going to be the same thing tonight, the same result. The same outcome only this time your getting knocked the fuck out and taking the pin fall. I told you all those weeks ago that I am better than you and I have been proving it ever single week. While you hold talk shows and talk shit backstage. I have been in the ring, beating every single man who has stepped up to me. I have no intentions of stopping, no plans to slow down. I am going right to the top and I am going to run right over you to get there. Your just a little fucking speed-bump to me brother, nothing more than that.”
Kingston and Knight. These two names will go down in UWF history no doubt. There was so much bad blood between them, so much hatred. So much anger in so little time. They have been here less than a month and here they were again, in the ring ready to kill one another so that one of them would have the right to call themselves the better man.
“This is it for me. My chance in the spotlight. For twenty years only the hardcore knew my name. I know you laugh your ass off at this, but twenty years in the minor leagues and I ain’t one bot ashamed of it. I hold my head up high and I thank all the small time promotions than gave me a chance, all the people I worked with, all the matches I had. Twenty years to get here, to have UWF give me this chance. To know they looked at a guy like me, who never got to the big leagues, they handed me the ball and it is up to me now to run with it as far as I can and I am running all the way to the end for that fucking touchdown and anyone in my way is getting knocked the fuck down. Knight - you got time. You got more chances. You got more gas in the tank and a long career ahead of you. I don’t. You can take that and turn it around that I am done, washed up and my time has come and gone and I will agree. But I still got just that little bit more in me to push ahead. Twenty years fighting and clawing. Twenty years of blood and guts. Twenty years of being told I was not good enough or that I didn’t have the talent. Twenty years to get to the final battle. Twenty years for this match and let me tell you, the story of Eddie Kingston does not end here with a defeat to LA Knight. It will continue. I will win this fucking match. I will go on to bigger and better things and the next chapters will be of my journey to the world heavyweight championship and ending my career as the man. LA Knight - your just a fucking footnote in my story. Another generic cut and paste entertainer wrestler. You don’t got what it takes to take me down. If you did, you would have done in weeks ago. This is my moment, my night - my time. Enjoy everything that this night has to offer, because when it is over UWF will be my company and you won’t even get my fucking scraps.”
Kingston would smirk as he would look right down into the camera. This was it for him, this was it for the both of them. Final battle was upon them and it was Kingston and knight fighting once again for the prime time medal. Kingston had laid it all out on the table, a twenty year career, all for this moment, for this chance and it has to end only one way for him, in victory.
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