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Post by Danny on Jul 27, 2021 14:27:04 GMT -6
Live August 22nd 2021 UWF ChampionshipBray Wyatt(c) vs CM Punk Intercontinental ChampionshipFalls Count AnywhereWARHORSE(c) vs Seth Rollins Prime Time MedalEddie Kingston vs Murphy Television ChampionshipChad Gable(c) vs Rob Conway Career vs CareerAJ Styles vs Rey Mysterio "Filthy" Tom Lawlor vs Tomasso Ciampa *Card subject to change
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Post by ultrainstinct on Aug 3, 2021 22:40:33 GMT -6
The scene opens to the inside of a Church. What seems to be 13 disciples, stand down the main aisle in front of the alter, 6 of them stand on each side of each other in all black with hoodies covering their faces. The 12 disciples that are standing in front of each other are all holding big candles that are well lit, illuminating the church as they are the only light source. One figure removes their hood and its none other than Paul Heyman! He begins walking up the steps at the main alter that stands above the rest of the disciples. He eventually makes his way over to Seth Rollins, who is standing in front of a wooden podium. Heyman hands Seth a microphone and a cup of what seems to be blood or wine inside of it. To the right of the podium is a photo of The War Horse plastered against a visual chart. On the top of the Horses’ face are the words “Remembering The Career Of…” and at the bottom of the photo, the name “War Horse” is in quotes. Heyman kneels and begins to chant words that are inaudible for the microphone to pick up. He eventually finishes and makes his way over to sit on a massive throne that stands a bit behind Seth. Rollins eventually tightens his tie, clears his throat, and begins to speak. Seth Rollins: We are gathered here today to remember War Horse and his mediocre career. This is of course, before I emphatically and meticulously defeat him at Summer Slam and recapture a championship that I held years ago. You see, The War Horse has you all fooled; he’s like a transexual or better yet he’s like Dwayne Wade’s son; a confused little boy that’s just flat out lying to the world.
The Horse has you all believing that mediocrity is greatness, and that’s just not that case. It isn’t now, it wasn’t last week, and it won’t be any time soon. The War Horse isn’t a megastar, and he never will be. He is nothing like the idols that he still looks upto as a grown man, because he lacks the STRENGTH to truly make progression in this world. He lacks the mindset needed to become a tactical warrior inside or outside of this ring. Seth pauses and grimaces at the words that just escaped his mouth. The War Horse isn’t a man that has the DNA to be successful here in this company. Nor does he possess the skills, wit, or looks, to be a role model—he’s just a punching bag with a weekly tab that includes paint on his face. The War Horse is a lot closer to a teething toddler than anyone would have thought. In other word, this clown isn’t a man that I or anyone on this planet should fear, but I digress. We aren’t here to talk about that lack of talent that War Horse has and his inability to fill an arena with his presence. We aren’t here to talk to about his many failures or short comings either.
We are here to give our condolences to a man who’s heart, mind, brain, and soul I am about to shatter into a billion little pieces of crushed atoms and glass. The love pony—I mean the War Horse is going to walk into the arena on August 22nd and he’ll be lucky if he can leave the arena with his own power. You will be haunted by the very stipulation that you handpicked. I’m going to whoop your ass from ring post to ring post to ring post. I’m going to whoop your ass all over that arena and you will never forget the absolute BEATING that you suffered at the wrath of my hands. I plan on knocking your little teeth out of your mouth and watching you pick each one of them to place them in your back pocket. You can bet everything that you own in your possession that at Summer Slam, HIS ASS WON’T LEAVE AS A CHAMPION!Seth yells so loud he turns red in the face and spit flies out of his mouth. He lowers the microphone for a moment before continuing. I’m not this Universal enforcer going around crippling people and beating them up for the hell of it—oh no! Besides the fact that the very sight of the Horse causes my blood pressure to rise to unhealthy levels, I don’t want to cause a grown man pain and suffering for no reason. You see, it’s quite simple: The man has a prized possession that I want back—and that he doesn’t deserve to hold long term-- and I’m going to pry it out of his hands if it’s the last damn thing that I do on this planet. The site of this man child makes me want to regurgitate my lunch. It all pisses me off to the tenth degree so I have no other choice but to eradicate his title reign to appease my own feelings and satisfaction. Seth pauses for a moment while taking a glance at the ‘RIP photo of War Horse.’ He looks forward and claps his hands together once. He shows his teeth in anticipation of a big battle that he can't wait for. He continues to speak after another long pause. You see, While the Horse may have you all fooled, I’m not buying the shit you’re selling! I can see through it and quite frankly, Summer Slam is going to be one rude awakening for you. I’m walking in that arena with the sole purpose of kicking your ass from ring post to ring post. The only acceptable outcome for me is victory in the form of a title belt. Besides, it would seem as if the world has forgotten just who the hell I am and what I’m capable able of. What better way than to remind the world exactly who I AM be defeating War Horse at the second biggest stage of the year?
Exactly, there’s no reason that I can think of for squandering this opportunity that I forced the universe to give me. At Summer Slam, you all can kiss that jackass goodbye because it’ll be the last time you see his happy ass parading around here as a champion. Seth then slams the microphone on the podium. He reaches behind the podium and pulls out a sledgehammer. Rollins lifts the hammer up and begins recklessly and carelessly swinging, destroying the visual of War Horse and the podium in eight strong strikes. Seth tosses the hammer after the destruction is done and begins to scream at the top of his lungs before laughing menacingly. The scene then fades to black and the feed goes elsewhere………..
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Post by Fauche on Aug 7, 2021 12:39:49 GMT -6
Each electric thud booming from the PA corresponds with a strobe flash. The stage is haphazardly illuminated while the titantron fires to life with each letter coming in one at a time on the four counts.P U N KCM Punk steps out on to the ramp, head unbowed as he scans the arena. Ten thousand plus screaming faces - cheering, booing, loud. On the verge Biggest Party of the Summer, the voracious fan base is hungry for the biggest match-up the wrestling world can offer today. An unstoppable UWF Champion moments away from establishing a record breaking dynasty squaring off against the two-time G1 Climax Winner - a man whose stubbornness is so contagious that the idea of him losing seems less and less conceivable every day.
The Straight Edge Superstar marches purposefully down the ramp. Alone. Some of the front row fans reach over the barricade hoping for a high-five. Others cup their hands over their mouths to amplify their spite. Punk brushes past all of it, a singular focus drowning out all the white noise as he climbs into the squared circle. He collects a microphone then takes over the center of the ring. His music fades, the crowd eventually quiets, and once all eyes are on him, the Number One Contender begins.Punk: I'm going to kick Bray Wyatt's ass and win the UWF Championship at Summerslam. Again, the crowd offers a divided reaction. The simple statement earns a roar of approval from some, while a "LET HIM IN" chant combats that affirmation. Brooks lets it play out for a minute - it almost seems like he doesn't have anything else to add, until...Punk: Really guys, it's that simple. In a few minutes, Bray's gonna pop up on that big screen with all his puppet pals and tell you otherwise. The lights might flicker, maybe he'll put on some costumes and cut sermons in silly voices but I promise... I promise that's all just noise. Distractions. Smoke and mirrors. Underneath the mountain of bullshit that Bray Wyatt call his throne, there's a regular guy who can get knocked out in the ordinary way when I put my knee in his face. We're going to fight each other and I'm going to do a better job and once its done, the Referee will raise my hand instead of his. This isn't complicated. Punk: But since I'm out here and you're sitting there and we've got some time to kill, how about a story? I don't have the benefit of a Mr. Rogers-esque production, but I'll try and keep you entertained as best I can. He clears his throat and launches into it.Punk: Once upon a time in some unimportant suburb in Chicago, a little boy named CM Punk went to school. What seemed like an ordinary day became extraordinary when the teacher sat the children down and told them that morning, a man was coming from the zoo to show them all the exotic animals. After recess, the whole student body gathered in the gymnasium. The man from the zoo brought in parrots and monkeys and even a bear... just like the football team. One by one, the classes went up to get a closer look. Most of the students, including CM Punk, never had a chance to go to the zoo, so it was a very, very special occasion.
Unfortunately, when it came time for the animals to go back to their cages, the Zookeeper was very distraught. He was shy one critter - a snake has escaped. This snake was as rare as it was deadly. The teachers panicked. Terrified, they didn't know whether to send all the kids home or keep them huddled up safe in the gym. The man from the zoo explained that the only way to catch the snake now was to hunt it. Yes, the snake was dangerous, but every creature in the animal kingdom has a predator. Before long, another man arrived from the zoo with one more animal. A mongoose. Now unlike the parrots and the monkeys and the bear, this one didn't look impressive. It didn't inspire awe or stir up fear in the kids' imaginations. They let it loose and the children laughed at it. What was that skinny little rodent going to do anyway?
Then the mongoose caught a scent - it's head twitched one way, then the other, and then it darted out of the gym. The teachers got angry with the men from the zoo, but were told to be patient. Soon enough, the boys and girls were hurried out of the gymnasium and sent home. They all hoped that snake would remain free, haunting the halls so that they wouldn't have to go back to school. An early summer vacation. The next morning, though, they were all brought back to resume their lessons. When they asked their teachers what happened to the snake, they were assured that the mongoose has taken care of it. And they all lived happily ever after. Well... except for the snake, I guess.The Second City Saint concludes his parable and looks around at the people.Punk: You guys get it right? Pretty obvious what I'm getting at here? Yeah? Good. I'm not the T-1000 badass that Shibata was. I can't flip through the air like AJ Styles. I'm not the sniveling, desperate backstabber that Seth Rollins is and I'm certainly not as big or as strong as Randy Orton. Four different challengers who each had something different to offer and not one of them had what it took to beat Bray Wyatt. He's that deadly snake. You know what that makes me.
I didn't come back to the UWF looking for a fight with Bray and I sure as shit don't need the UWF Championship to feel validated. By this company's standards, that man has the right to call himself the Best in the World today and all I want it to take that from him. He's the King of the god damn jungle... but I know I can beat him. It's not some mystery with a secret ingredient. I haven't been training for months waiting for this specific moment, calculating the perfect game plan. No, I can beat him because I what what it takes - something none of those others guys did. Bray Wyatt's the best and somehow, some way, I'm still better than him. The most dominant Champion Revolution has ever seen - nobody could stop him just like nobody could stop me from getting to him. Something's gotta give and I don't.
The Mongoose kills the Snake. The Fighter beats the Clown. The Contender topples the Champion. A while ago I promised you a Renaissance and the beauty of this art is in its simplicity. So one more time, for everyone up there in the cheap seats... I'm going to kick Bray Wyatt's ass and win the UWF Championship at Summerslam. Lowering his microphone, Punk turns to face the titantron, anticipating the jingling motif of the Firefly Funhouse to come through any minute now.
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Post by George on Aug 9, 2021 17:38:11 GMT -6
The music hits of the Warhorse after that buffoonery, complete bullshittery from some wimpy ass demon dude. The fans cheer loudly as they know they’re about to have a real rock’n’rolla metal dude roll through that curtain like a battering ram. Championship in hand, he storms through the curtain and looks around at his loyal fanbase. He lifts the championship up in the air and starts headbanging with hair swinging viciously in the air. He starts walking down with a lot of motive in his walk, fist bumping fans on his way down, metal clashing underneath his feet from the ramp. He gets down to the bottom of the ramp, climbing up on the apron and then through the ropes into the ring, reaching down in the corner for a microphone to start speaking away his mind. WARHORSE: A MAN NEEDS A LOT TO DRIVE HIM, CONFIDENCE, KNOWLEDGE THAT THEY’LL DO WHAT’S NECESSARY IN ANY SITUATION AND CLARITY OF ONE’S MIND. IT’S NECESSARY TO MAKE SOMEONE HUMAN, TO KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO FEEL ANYTHING. IF WE ALL GO AROUND RANSACKING EVERYTHING WE LOVE, WHAT DO WE HAVE LEFT? INSIDE US, OUTSIDE US AND AROUND US. TO KNOW WE’RE LIVING.The Warhorse lifts his championship up onto his shoulder. I LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I’D DO IT ALL TO BE HERE IN THE MOMENT. WHETHER THAT BE HERE IN THE SQUARED CIRCLE, WHETHER IF THAT WAS PUSHING BOXES FOR BILLIONAIRES OR BE DOWN AT THE MARKET. I TREAT THE MOMENT WITH RESPECT BECAUSE IT’S ALL I LIVE, IT’S ALL I HAVE, IT’S ALL I AM. WITH ALL OF MY HEART, BEING THE UWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION HAS BEEN THE TIME OF MY LIFE AND DON’T THINK I’M GOING TO LET THAT CRASH DOWN BECAUSE SOME DEMON WANTS TO WALTZ ALL OVER THE WARHORSE.
WITH MY SOUL, MY HEART, MY PURE HONEST TO GOD I WILL NOT LET THAT BOY WALK ON PAST ME. A DEMON IS BAD ENOUGH, BUT A DEMON WHO HARDLY KNOWS WHO THEY ARE?! THE WARHORSE DOES NOT RESPECT IT, THE WARHORSE DOES NOT LIKE IT, AND THE WARHORSE WILL RIP THEM APART.The Warhorse paces the length of one side of the ring’s ropes, not straying from his focus. THAT’S NOT BECAUSE I HATE SETH ROLLINS, AND BELIEVE ME, I DO. IT’S JUST ABOUT DAMN PRINCIPLE. THE WAY THE MAN APPROACHES UP ON ME LIKE I’M THE JOBBER OF THE WEEK LIKE I HAVEN’T BEEN DOING THE WORK FOR AGES. FOR THE LONGEST I’VE BEEN PROVING I DESERVE TO BE HERE AND I AM JUST AS TALENTED AS ANY STAR WE HAVE ON THIS ROSTER. THROUGH WORK, THROUGH THE RIGHT WAY AROUND IT AND NO SHORTCUTS.
HE TALKS OF IT ALL LIKE A WALK IN THE PARK BUT I’M SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. I’M NOT SOMEONE YOU CAN BREEZE PAST WITH NO THOUGHT IN YOUR THICK SKULL. I’M A FIGHTER, AND A DAMN GOOD ONE AT THAT. I DON’T PAWN OFF A FALSE LIFE, THIS IS WHO I AM, I’VE BEEN TRUE AND SHOWN THAT ALL WITH MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE.
A MAN WHO JUST TALKED TO YOU ALL, AS A DEMON, FROM A CHURCH, IN AN AWFUL PURPLE SUIT, IS ONE THAT TELLS OF LIES AND TRUTHS. THE BOY DOESN’T KNOW THE SLIGHTEST OF IT, AND HE DOESN’T EVEN REALISE IT YET, WHICH IS THE SADDEST PART IF ANYTHING. HE THINKS OF THIS SPORT AS ONE OF PLANS AND THE THING ABOUT PLANS IS THEY NEVER HAPPEN. THE MAN PLANS TO KICK MY TEETH DOWN MY THROAT, THE MAN PLANS TO TAKE MY- MY CHAMPIONSHIP FROM ME, THE MAN PLANS TO TELL THE TRUTH. WELL, LET ME REMIND YOU DAMN CRYSTAL. WITHOUT THE CURSE HE WOULDN’T BE FOLLOW THROUGH WITH A SINGLE ONE OF THOSE BECAUSE HE’S NOT A MAN, HE’S AN IDEA THAT NEVER GOT MADE, AND AN IDEA THAT I’LL THRASH ALL AROUND THE DAMN ARENA.The Warhorse lowers his microphone and awaits a response from Seth Rollins, maybe for him to actually come down the ramp and stop being such a bitch boy with his dang transphobic vignettes.
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Post by Dres on Aug 12, 2021 18:19:32 GMT -6
As the lights dim, an instrumental begins to play as AJ Styles comes out with his hood on his head hunched over as, on the titantron screen, “DEMI GOD + PHENOMENAL” is seen before being replaced by “=“ and then, “COMPLETE”. AJ raises up, throwing his arms to each side as his hood comes down. He’s soon joined by The Will as all three men start heading down the ramp and enter the ring.
”The Complete” AJ Styles: I want to welcome all of you to the last week of Rey Mysterio’s career.
AJ smiles cockily as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction.
”The Complete” AJ Styles: Now with all the surgeries and missed ring time over the years, it’s well documented that you aren’t in the best physical health but issuing a challenge like this against AJ Styles? I have to question your mental health. Like I said when I officially accepted the match, you’re smart to recognize that I’m the one to truly test yourself against but that’s where the wisdom stops. Because realizing I’m the ultimate test and actually putting yourself through it are two different things entirely. But in a rare bit of kindness and mercy from me, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and say there’s a chance it isn’t stupidity. Maybe it’s an old dog asking to be put out of his misery the only way he knows how. Well at Summerslam, you’re going to get your wish. And I know, many have tried to vanquish you in the past. Eddie Guerrero, the various guys to take on The Cartel, even Corey Graves, but they all failed because here you still are. So what makes me think I can succeed where they couldn’t?
Well for starters, I’m AJ freakin’ Styles which means I’m better and can accomplish things that others like those ball droppers can only daydream about doing, and that includes retiring you. And the sad thing is, moreso for you than me, it’s not going to mean anything when I beat you. You’re past your prime, you’ve fallen so far down the card you’re almost stealing Hornswoggle’s spot, and in the grand scheme, nothing new gets proven because whether they admit it or not, it’s fact that you’ve never been anything special in comparison to me. All that’s going to change between now and post-Summerslam is after Summerslam, we’ll have faced off on a big pay-per-view stage and you’ll be unemployed.
AJ shrugs as the crowd gives him another mixed response.
”The Complete” AJ Styles: But while I stand here and take you lightly, don’t get me wrong, I’m going to enjoy this. Because ever since coming back, all you’ve done is show your ass. Having the gall to run your mouth and make this challenge, using my moves on John Cena and then saying a beaten John is going to be me at Summerslam, and worst of all, making me lose to WARHORSE, all of those are pretty big charges that you’re going to get the receipt for soon. Like I said, you’re picking a fight you can’t win. Even if you had superpowers I’d put you down, Rey. But you aren’t the hero of this story, or even your own story, you’re just sad, brittle Rey Mysterio. I’m going to knock you down like you’re held together by chewing gum, a few rubber bands, and the odd paper clip, but that doesn’t bother you because you figure you’ll go down with a fight and that’s something to be proud of. Only with your career at stake, the, “at least I tried” way of digesting things isn’t going to work. After Summerslam though, you aren’t going to work either.
No more spotlight, no more parading around like a goof in tights, no more lair or sponsorships or talking to the citizens or anything. I’m taking all of that away from you, and when I do just remember two things, you were warned and you asked for this.
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Post by gunn on Aug 13, 2021 17:10:08 GMT -6
Mutter by Vanna blasts over the speakers as Ciampa makes his way down to the ring, like the past few weeks he has a serious look on his face but then he stops at a fan who has a sign saying “Lawlor fears Ciampa”, Ciampa smirks and goes over to the fan, he says something to them and they smile, giving him the sign in exchange for a photo. Ciampa looks at the sign and walks towards the ring, sliding in and asking for a mic from a ring attendant, he goes to the centre of the ring and looks at the sign and smirks, he lifts the mic to his mouth and begins to talk.
Ciampa: Well after his performance in our match last week I think this statement rings true, “Lawlor fears Ciampa”, has a nice ring to it I feel, Tom may feel differently but as we all saw last week he doesn’t have the balls to step in a ring with me, too busy hiding behind Chael and Buddy, you know Tom I might not like you but I had a shred of respect for you because I at least thought you were a man who could make decisions for himself but now I see the truth, that you’re just Chael’s little puppet, who he controls with the strings attached to him.
Ciampa walks over to the attendant who gave him the mic and hands the sign to them, instructing them to give it back to the fan before returning to the middle of the ring as he continues to pace.
Ciampa: So Tom, if you’re too scared to even face me in a tag match where you have that safety option of your partner on the ring apron, what is it going to be like at Summerslam, when its just me and you in the ring together, with nowhere to hide, where you can’t just stand on the apron and chat shit with Chael, lets be fair Chael doesn’t need anyone to chat shit with, he spouts enough of it out of his mouth whenever he opens it.
This gets a laugh from the crowd and even a quick smirk from Ciampa who quickly goes back to being serious.
Ciampa: In short Tom, you like to cultivate this persona of being this tough as nails, gritty, MMA guy, who can kick ass and take names and I even believed that hype a bit myself, i’ll admit I was kind of intimidated but after last week I now know the truth: You’re all smoke and no fire, but i’m giving you a chance to prove me wrong pal at Summerslam, so where are you Tom, i’ll be here all night or do you need Chael’s permission to go anywhere and hold your hand down to the ring.
Ciampa lowers the mic and stares at the entrance ramp, even crouching down, waiting for a response from Tom, he wanted to play mind games, Ciampa can play right back.
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Post by Jye on Aug 13, 2021 22:35:39 GMT -6
The titantron comes to life with Murphy talking to the camera... Kingston I come out here pissed off, Last week is just one of many reasons I have a grudge with you. Last week I was the one who didn't realize who I was in the Fox Hole with, Lawlor that chicken shit bastard screwed me. Kingston last week the only reason you had a win was because Ciampa was less of dead weight than my partner. I almost beat you two on one now just imagine that at Summerslam when we go one on one you have no chance to beat me. You know something...Murphy adjust his posture as he leans into the camera with a smirk, He wears a look of contempt as he addresses Kingston... You see KINGSTON the difference between you and I is that you are the GRITTY reminder that anyone can come from the worst of situations and crawl tooth and nail, All the blood you've spilled and the men you have mangled to just get right here. I don't think you will sit here quietly and accept your position on the card you'll always want more, No matter what it cost and that's what makes you FOOLISH you see you are built to survive and you are blinded by the bigger picture. I on the other hand am methodical in my timing I want you to scratch and claw, Your survival instincts will lead you like a lamb to slaughter as you will be corralled into the slaughterhouse as you will be left with nothing, I will strip you of your PRIDE, EGO and most importantly your PRIME TIME medal...Murphy stops a moment before thinking of time and it's relation to the career of Kingston... Let's take a moment to talk about TIME it took you 19 years to get here, I mean you would figure in that 19 years that you'd be smart enough to understand that we operate on a different LEVEL, What you have learned in 19 I learned in half that time. This is the reason why I called myself the best kept secret, No one and I mean absolutely no one looked at me and thought future World Champion, I wasn't taken seriously, I took it personally when they said I didn't have what it takes. So instead of waiting 19 YEARS I took it into my own hands and made them look. I mean to say you haven't impressed would be a stone cold lie, It's just that we have different views on this COLD HEARTED world. You SURVIVE while I force them to look and acknowledge me...
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Post by ada2 on Aug 14, 2021 1:49:02 GMT -6
This was it, this was the moment that Murphy has been waiting for. The moment he was worked towards, the moment that has been handed to him, by the very same man that he was going to step into the ring tonight against and face for the prime time medal. This was everything that Murphy wanted, only problem was that it was everything that Eddie Kingston wanted as well and twenty years in the machine - twenty years of working every single day to get to here and now - meant that he was not going to let it just end. He was not going to go down without a fight. The prime time medal, was the symbol that he made it and he had warned Murphy already that if he wanted the prime time medal, he was going to have to kill him to take it and we will see tonight if Murphy was up to the task of doing such a thing.
“Here we are, we are finally here. We have finally reached the moment - the showdown and you know what that means folks - it means we are in for one hell of a treat tonight, because good old Murphy is going to come out here tonight and try and take away the prime time medal from little old me. I have been looking forward to this for sometime now, well I was - until last week when I got to share the ring with Murphy, I got to see him in action, get a little taste of what he might offer me tonight and I gotta tell you, I was not at all impressed. I laid it all out for him, gave him the chance that had always been denied to me, and he has done nothing with it. It really grinds my gears when a young talent, twenty-something years old, gets their first big taste of success and they make this big speech about overcoming adversity. They talk about all the doubters who said they’d never make it. That they were never good enough - that someone had it out for them. Same story with Murphy here, that he was held back - no one believed in him, the old timers in the back just didn’t get it. Shut the fuck up! Everyone gets told they can’t make it in this business. Unless you’re a third generation wrestler with a bodybuilder physique, you’ll get told you can’t make it. You’ll get called a mark or a midget or whatever people are saying these days. These people think they’re the perfect fairy tale of overcoming adversity because they got put up with haters for a few years, stuck with their ambitious career choice, and got a nice contract with a big wrestling company at the age of twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six. Overcoming adversity, please! Gimme a break! Those drama queens don’t know shit about adversity! They learn to drown out the hate for a couple of years and they think that makes them special. Try walking in my cheap, worn-out shoes for a week and get back to me.Murphy - you are like everyone else here. You bitch, you moan - you cry at the world and then hold your hand out and expect something, you fucking snowflake. The world is hard, the world is horrible, the world doesn't owe you a damn thing and it gives zero shits about you. You gotta make it on your own, ain’t no one going to help you. Murphy - I helped you get here tonight, the rest is on you kid and when you fucking crash and screw this up, I look forward to the podcast were you blame everyone for your failings, were you point the finger at everyone else - when the truth is, the reason you failed every single time in your career, is because your not good enough!”
He would pause for a moment as he would hold up the prime time medal, this was what Murphy wanted, this was all that mattered to him - this was his chance, he just had to take it and just like everyone else - he made it sound easy, he made it sound like he could do it and Eddie wanted to see if he could back up the shit he has talked about.
“Murphy, you don’t know shit. Everything you are, everything you have achieved, it was handed to you. Fuck me - look at you, you look like a movie star, you got a body most men will never attain, the old man in stamford missed the boat on you, but you have no idea what it means to have to work for anything. To have to get your hands dirty, because unlike you - there was no NXT contract, there was no development center, there was none of that shit for me. I debuted at the age of twenty and was told I’d never make it. Never get anywhere at all, they said. Then fast forward twenty years and I still haven’t made it big time. None of the haters have been proven wrong yet. Any idiot can survive a couple of years of being doubted when you’re in your twenties and it won’t be too late to retrain for another kind of job a few years from now if the whole wrestling thing doesn’t work out. I have had buddies who were like me. What fucking fan didn’t want to step into the ring and give it a go, but one by one like flies they dropped - went back to the real world, got jobs - fucking careers, made something for themselves and here I am - still doing this shit, still fighting to get there, to make it - and I am close. I am close to what I have always wanted. Close to getting what I need to show the world - I am not a waster. I am not just a dream chaser. I have lost friends, partners, family to wrestling. There is no quitting, there is no stopping. Not when I am this close, not when I am almost there, not when the light has never been so bright at the end of the tunnel.”
He would look down at the prime time medal in his hands and he would smirk. He had worked hard to get just this, but it was not enough, it was not what he wanted, it was only a taste and he liked it, he wanted more and to lose tonight against Murphy, would set him right back to the start and having been doing this for that long, he could not go back, he had to keep going, keep fighting, keep winning no matter the cost.
“I am over forty years old - there is no reset button, no going out there and getting a job and making a career, this is it. I have put everything into this, no fucking turning around now.. As long as there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, it will all have been worth it. A championship is all the company I’ll ever need. Nothing else matters! Here I am, still going through the grind day after day, twenty years after I started. People told me I’d never make it and in twenty years I still haven’t managed to prove them wrong. All the haters think they’ve been proven right. Then the doubts start to surface in my own head. Have I wasted my life chasing an impossible dream? Can you imagine how strong those feelings are now after twenty years of being an internet darling at best? I’m still here though. I’m still showing up, putting everything I have into this. Anyone else in my shoes would turn their ass around and run the hell away! But I’m still here! I’m still here! That’s who I am! So when you have gone through twenty years of this with no reward, no money, no success - come back to me and tell me how fucking hard you have had it, because Murphy - you got no idea. I didn’t get those fat paychecks, I didn’t get fancy accommodation, and good travel. It was the long hard road for me and the easy one for you and look at us now. Who has had success and who has not. The hard road has made me the man I am today and the easy road - has made you the entitled piece of shit that you are. I know what it means to put the time, effort and work in - you don’t - but your gonna see it tonight. Take a long hard look at the prime time medal, because this is as close as your ever going to get to it. Your just not good enough, your just not ready - you need to hurt like I did, suffer as I suffered, go through the pain I have went through to get you to be were I am - and I will help you with that tonight as I break you in fucking half and leave you in the mid card were you fucking belong.
Kingston would hold up the prime time medal as he would let it sway back and forth. This was what it all came down too, who was the better man, who could be the one to walk out with it. Eddie Kingston didn’t do twenty fucking years to have it all end at the hands of Murphy and if he had a problem with that - he knew were to find Kingston to settle it.
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Post by ultrainstinct on Aug 14, 2021 12:55:51 GMT -6
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more. Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. . Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, with no manager in sight, steps up the stairs and enters the ring. Seth gets to the center of the ring, closes his eyes and begins to take a deep breathe as he ones again raises his arms up on his side, letting the arena bask in his presence.Seth Rollins: The only idea that I have is that I should kick your ass right here and right now instead of waiting for Summer Slam!!The fans stand on their feet for the anticipation of the iconic clash set to happen between the two stars in the UWF. Seth Rollins: But I don’t want to ruin Ethan’s card that he put together, besides that could have massive implications on my paycheck. I know exactly how much all the fans in this arena want to see me whoop the Horse’s ass, but you’re all going to have to wait one more week until I send that loud-mouth, metal music loving, painted-face having freak out of the arena on a stretcher!The fans boo at the thought of the beloved War Horse getting beaten and losing in the future. The fans boo at harsh words from Rollins as he simply smirks at the fans annoyance. Seth Rollins: Unfortunately, I had to sit in the back and listen to you speak in hieroglyphics for what seemed like an eternity. I would have come out with Paul Heyman but your boring ass speech put him to sleep. That shouldn’t be a surprise though—everyone knows that when the Horse shows up on the screen it’s time to change the channel or take a piss break! Three of the top five least watched segments in UWF history feature the War Horse—so if you hear the Horse speak and have an uncontrollable desire to get a beer, or change the channel, just know that you are NOT alone.The fans once again boo at Rollins words as he simply laughs smirks in the resounding negative reaction. Nowhere in that ridiculous yelling fest did you make me feel a shred of sympathy for you. I don’t care about what you put your heart and soul into. I’m just infatuated with snatching your heart and soul from your chest and crushing them both. You claim I’m an idea that never got made-- yet the idea that you’re a formidable opponent is an idea that could make me laugh myself to death.
I would congratulate you on being able to pin me twice in the past month, but I hope you aren’t that damn stupid. The two times you pinned me, you couldn’t walk out of the arena on your own power courtesy of the absolute beating and thrashing that I delivered to you!! You’ve been falling for every trap that I’ve set along the way and the beatings that I have inflicted on you will all pale in comparison to the one that I hand deliver to you on August 22nd at Summer Slam.
I don’t give a rats ass what you think about me nor do I give a damn about how you feel about me. Whether you hate me or you can’t stand the thought of me, it DOESN’T MATTER!! I’m walking into that arena as a challenger, I’m kicking your ass all over the entire arena until you and the world have no choice but to truly understand who the better man is. Then I’m walking out the brand-new Intercontinental Champion. Seth pauses once more too let the fans boo and show their distaste for the new cocky and obnoxious version of him. But the man doesn’t care as simply smirks and continues to speak once their volume of boos lower. I’m not sure why a man of your stature would have so many negative things to say about my coronation of your life and your career. I could have had it in a garbage waste site but I wanted to at least try to show you some respect for having a mediocre career. But even you object to the very respectable services that I provided because deep down inside you understand that you aren’t even worth the celebration that I gave you.
But to be honest, none of it even matters. Because at SummerSlam, I’m going to embarrass you flat out in that arena and expose you for the joke and the fraud that you truly are. I’m going to make you beg for mercy. I’m going to make your relatives be disgusted and ashamed that they must live the rest of their lives being associated to a despicable piece of garbage that will get annihilated to an inch of his life in that arena. At Summer slam, the gloves will be off, and no more punches will be pulled. You’re going to realize that you don’t have what it takes to compete with the most athletic man on the roster!Seth lowers his mic and stares at Horse intensely while the fans boo loudly.
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Post by George on Aug 14, 2021 14:44:25 GMT -6
The Warhorse looks behind Seth, right at the crowd. He sighs, and then raises his microphone back up to his mouth and looks towards Seth.
WARHORSE: BOY, THE ONLY PERSON YOU’RE FOOLING OUT HERE IS YOURSELF. I LOOK AROUND AND I SEE A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE LOOKING THROUGH YOUR GASLIGHTING TALK, AND THEY SEE WHO THE HELL IS TALKING. A MAN POSSESSED.
The Warhorse laughs.
AND YOU’RE TELLING ME I NEED TO HEAR FROM A MAN POSSESSED THAT THE WARHORSE THAT SETH ROLLINS IS A MAN OF CREDIBILITY. A MAN OF HONOR, A MAN OF… HIS WORD. YOU BRAG ABOUT CHEAP SHOTTING ME EVERYTIME I BEAT YOUR ASS CLEAN AS A DIME IN THIS RING, YOU TALK ABOUT BEATING THE WARHORSE UP FOR A PRESS CONFERENCE, BUT IT’S ALL TALK AND IT JUST MAKES YOU COME OFF AS WHAT YOU ARE. A COWARDICE MAN.
THE TYPE OF MAN WHO CAN’T STAND BY HIS WORD, THE TYPE OF MAN WHO GETS POSSESSED BY SUCH A DUMB ASS BITCH AS BRAY WYATT. BOY, I DON’T EVEN THINK YOU KNOW THE WORDS YOU SPEAK BECAUSE IT SURE AIN’T COMING OFF AS SETH ROLLINS. DON’T TRY AND TELL ME YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE A RATSHIT SCRAPE OF AN IDEA.
The Warhorse holds his championship high.
AS YOUR CHAMPION, I SUGGEST YOU BUTTON DOWN, SLAPSHIT OTHERWISE YOU’LL BE GETTING WORSE TREATMENT THAN ALREADY AWAITS YOU.
The Warhorse lowers the UWF Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder and looks back across to the man’s eyes.
YOU CAN TAKE YOUR GODDAMN GLOVES AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR ASS, BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE IT IN YOU TO PULL MORE THAN 50% OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. I FIGHT WITH MY BARE HANDS AND I LIVE FOR THE 100% LIFE OF FIGHTING. I DON’T GO HALFWAY, AND THE WAY I FIGHT PROVES THAT WEEK AFTER WEEK.
I HATE THAT THOUGHT, THAT YOU THINK IT’S EVEN ACCEPTABLE TO TREAT THIS SPORT AS SOMETHING YOU HAVE DETERMINATION ON. YOU GO ALL OR NOTHING. YOU TALK ABOUT ATHLETICISM LIKE I GIVE A SHIT. I’D BLEED ALL OVER THIS GODDAMN FUCKIN’ BUILDING OR I’D GO 60 MINUTES, I’M BUILT TO WEATHER ANY STORM, ANY WAR, BECAUSE I AM THE WARHORSE.
THERE’S NO TRAP, SCHEME, GIMMICK THAT’LL GET TO THE WARHORSE, BECAUSE UNLIKE YOU, I DON’T FALL TO THAT. I WALK OUT OF THE ARENA WITH GRACE, KNOWING I’LL BE THE CHAMPION AS LONG AS YOU WALK, AND THAT’S NOT GOING TO BE FOR MUCH LONGER. NO, BECAUSE YOUR WORDS HAVE LED YOU INTO A REAL DITCH, AND THE PRICE IS YOUR LEGS, VIA YOUR SPINE I’M GONNA STOMP IN HALF.
The Warhorse lowers his microphone and awaits a response from the oh so great Seth Rollins.
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