Summerslam 2021 Card and TTs

[Sam]

Just look at me...

The crowd immediately bemoan the arrival of the former Television Champion and his cohorts. Sylvan and Simon Dean walk out first and they point to the centre of the stage before 'The Conman' saunters his way out on the stage. He points to himself and sings along to his theme music before he leads the way down the ramp, strutting and peacocking as he does so. Simon Dean is throwing Simon System Protein Bars out into the crowd and Sylvan is doing his best Zoolander impression as he catwalks behind them both. All three men enter the ring and Conway heads straight for the camera, he looks right down the lens as he sings his theme song and points to his face. He steps back as Sylvan this time has the microphone.

Sylvan: Bonsoir mes amis, it is I, Sylvan - the most handsomest image consultant not only in UWF but in the world. I am here to present to you all the fastest rising superstar in the UWF today, the one true Television Champion and my best friend in the whole world, Monsieur Robert Conway. Last week on Revolution, my friend, my client Monsieur Conway defeated the reigning UWF Champion, Bray Wyatt. He proved to everyone the world over that he is the true top champion in the UWF today. And as a reward he is given what?, a chance to regain the championship he never lost?. Is this a joke?. Monsieur Conway has already won the Television Championship, in fact, if it wasn't for the grand conspiracy against him he would still be champion in the record books. Instead the books are left with a smear, a dirty mark called Apollo Crews and now this... Chad Gable... whatever that is. Sylvan has never heard of this Chad Gable, with his stupid American name. All I know is that he too is champion only on paper, he does not deserve to be holding this interim title and he will be embarrassed by Monsieur Conway at Le Summerslam. See he likes to claim to belong to this Alpha Academy... but I, Sylvan have done the research and have found that he nothing more than a fraud. Un faux, une blague et un fraudeur. I have not been impressed by his performances and I know that my man, my friend, mon ami - Monsieur Conway will show him who the real champion truly is.

Sylvan hands over the microphone to Conway as he rubs his shoulders.

Rob Conway: Y'know I wasn't sure about you at the start - but you know what Sylvan?, you've more than proved yourself worthy to be associated with 'The Conman'. Chad Gable however?, I don't think so. This guys what?, 5 foot 5?, 5 foot 6?, he's about 180 pounds soaking wet and you're telling me he's the Television Champion?. Are you kidding me?. Sure he beat Apollo Crews, but we all know what would happen if 'The Conman' ever stepped foot into the ring one on one with Apollo Crews and it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. See Apollo never pinned me, he pinned some punk in a ninja cosplay called Super Dragon - I know, haven't heard of him either - and he ran around masquerading as champion for a month, not that we ever really saw him much. All the while I assembled my Con-Tourage and went on a tear through all comers. Newcomers, former champions and current World Champions, it didn't matter who stepped foot in the ring with 'The Conman', the result remained the same. And now we have Chad Gable continuing the masquerade - continuing the fake champion lineage and I hate to tell you kid, but you're just more fodder on 'The Conman's route to the top of the company.

The crowd boo the ever confident Conway.

See you're champion on the books but we all know who the real champion is, who the linear champion is and it's Rob Conway, kid. See Apollo Crews didn't represent the Television Champion like 'The Conman' did and neither do you Chad Gable. The TV Network representatives don't look at their show and think Chad Gable - superstar. They look and they see a young kid, about the size of the average audience member with about the same level of charisma. See to represent that championship you need to be a star. You need the body, you need the look, the charisma, the whole package - you need to be 'The Model of Perfection', Rob Conway. And kid, you're young  in this business I get it, you want to make your name but let me tell you right now, you are not and will never be a star of the same magnitude as 'The Conman'. Which is why I'm really doing you a favour - you don't need the pressure that comes with being champion, you don't need all the eyes on you but 'The Conman'?, 'The Conman' thrives under pressure - I crave the attention, I want all the eyes on me and kid, I want that championship back around my waist. Consider it an experience, you can write it down in your little diary you no doubt still have and you can write that you had the opportunity to be in the same ring as a true champion. You take that experience and you keep it up kid - you're doing great - but you're just not as great as me. I'll prove that at Summerslam when I not only prove that I am the linear Television Champion, the true Television Champion but also put my name back in the record books as a two time Television Champion and leave you with a lesson learned and your name placed in infamy as the shortest - and I'm not talking about your height - but as the shortest reigning Television Champion in history. 

[underclass]

A new theme radiated over the arena, catching many off guard. The iconic sound of Rocky beats throughout the P.A tron before radiating into a flow of lyrics from the rapper Future. It isn't long before we are met with the likeness of Chael Sonnen, who stood upon the entrance ramp with a mixed assortment of cheers, and jeers. After looking over the crowd, Chael would motion his hand as his personal hand picked man, Tom Lawlor would make his arrival onto the scene. Both men fixated on the ring itself. Chael would keep his I don't give a crap demeanor as he ignored all the people down the ramp. On the flip side, Tom would give some of the people their monies, pounding a few fist, clapping a few hands -- The usual stuff, before making his way into the midst of the ring. It isn't long before Chael taps Tom on the shoulder, whispering in his ear.  Doing this would cause a more determined look would creep across the face of "Filthy," Tom Lawlor. One thing was for certain, God have mercy on his Tomasso Ciampa. Lawlor points directly at Ciampa, before motioning for a microphone. 

TOM LAWLOR

Fear is in the eyes of the beholder, man. You actually had all this time to prepare a speech, and that's the best you could come with? That Tom Lawlor is afraid of you? I've fought men far BIGGER and far GREATER than you, and I've made quick work out of 'em. I've made an example out of them. I've pushed them back into the corner, and they immediately realize that I'm not the man to mess with, but by all means -- Please, I beg you, man -- Please keep telling yourself that I'm scared of you. Please keep that mentality, because it's going to be all the more enjoyable when I destroy you in the middle of this ring. When I set you back down that ladder, and I destroy your career. I'm nobodies puppet, but I'd be a fool to not listen to a man who made millions off his ability to create business around him. Uncle Chael came to me, because I rock heads, I choke people out, and I break fools -- Our friendship, partnership, and collaboration isn't about either of us holding control over the other -- It's about filling our pockets with cold hard cash. It's about being what the cool kids call: "A draw", I'm not sure you're familiar with that, Ciampa -- But Chael and I are the epitome of that. We're the biggest box office success story this company has. Summerslam sold out in minutes after our match was announced, and that's because Uncle Chael, and Tom Lawlor had a part of it. It isn't because some idiot carved a niche at my expense. It's because I'm the man to BEAT around here. You think because Buddy took the fall last week that I wasn't the catalyst in that affair. There's a saying that goes around in this world -- Live to fight another day. Y'see, Ciampa -- I did just that. Because I didn't lose that match, Buddy LOST that match. In a one on one environment, there isn't a man alive who can keep up with me. It's going to get dirty. It's going to get a little "filthy" in this ring, and I like it that way. I've been a patient man, Ciampa. I've waited for weeks for this little match between us, and during that time -- I've listened to you berate me, I've listened to you hype yourself up. And to be quite honest with you? I'm SICK and I'm TIRED of it. 

Lawlor would begin to pace around the ring as he shook his head from side to side. One thing was clear, he had absolutely no interest in Ciampa. After this clash, Tom had his eyes on much bigger prizes. Much bigger targets. To him, this match was just a stepping stone for him. A small shake of his head follows with a chuckle. Lawlor would bring the microphone back to his mouth as he continued. 

TOM LAWLOR

See talk is cheap. I admit, I could have Chael over here talk circle around you. I could have Chael absolutely make a mockery out of your very being, and yet? As of this moment, I don't think that's entirely needed. I've never been the biggest fan of talking, I've never had the gift of gab on this microphone, because I've always found that words are filled with broken threats, and broken promises. You had to feel pretty good about yourself to throw some shade at Chael, and I, but we get it. In order to feel important with your crappy run in this business, you had to justify your words at our expense. You had to take the already growing target on my back, and throw a dart at it. Unfortunately, you're shooting nothing but blanks, kid. You're messing with the big dogs, now. The big boy in charge. You can continue to say whatever you please about Chael, and I -- At the end of the night, we BOTH know the truth. we BOTH know that reality is about to set in, and deep down you're scared. You're horrified about the possibilities of what I'll be able to do. I'm going to bust your ass, man. You yourself made a big mistake just openly admitting that you were intimidated a few weeks back, because deep down that paranoia is still felt in your heart. You address this because last week went in your favor because of a poor partner on my end. You actually believe that I don't see your faults? That I don't look at you, and see a scared man, who's practically begging to get out of this contest with the BEST? Say what you want, but I can promise you I've got more "fire" in my pinky finger than you've got in your entire body, man.  Let's just hope that when push comes to shove, you're the one who's not all bark and no bite...

Chael would smirk in the background, as a casual chuckle would escape Lawlor. The duo would step back together in unison as they looked down at Ciampa with a large grin. Business was about to pick up, ladies and gentleman. 

[ultrainstinct]

Seth snickers to himself and shakes his head at the comments that he heard from his opponent. Rollins chuckles a bit more before he lifts the microphone up and begins to address War Horse once more.

Seth Rollins: There’s the Horse for you ladies and gentlemen, giving you another long-winded speech filled with coded verbal hieroglyphics constructed by a failing middle school student. You must still be reeling from the beatdowns and the probable concussions that I’ve already given you Horse. The only two things getting stomped out at Summer Slam are going to be your skull courtesy of my boot and your pride courtesy of the grotesque ass whipping that I’ve going to deliver to you faster than Amazon Prime’s next day delivery. You don’t have to worry about going 60 minutes, because I’ll only need about 5 to bathe you in your own blood.



Seth raises his hand up at Horse and points out 5 fingers, symbolizing each minute that he needs to defeat him.

You see that championship that you have around your waist has put a bull’s eye on your back the size of Texas. You’ve been in my cross hairs for weeks and you’ve been in the range of the scope for quite some time now. At Summer Slam I’m finally pulling the trigger and killing the War Horse. That idiotic paint that you have on your face is going to be symbolic to me for a plethora of reasons. That paint is going to be shed and sacrificed-- and in return, all of my remorse for my past failures will be removed and I will feel no guilt for the pain that I will inflict upon you. My world, inside of my universe, won’t be right until I change all that paint on your face to blood. For weeks, you’ve been letting these morons in attendance gas you up and cheer you into believing you’re something that you’re not. Every week we see 20,000 jackasses scrummaging up their few little coins that they have just to cheer you on and it’s pathetic!

The fans boo immensely at being personally disrespected by Rollins.

I don’t know what disgusts me more: these fans and their ridiculous love for you, or you believing that you’re a great champion with pride. You’re just a mediocre ball of crap that everyone should reject and abstain from!

The booing begins to grow and echo throughout the entire arena as the fans put all of their efforts into showing their disdain for Rollins.

The only way that you’ll leave that arena as Intercontinental Champion is if hell freezes over. I’m coming back for my Intercontinental championship with more force than the Taliban is using right now to take over Afghanistan.

The fans booing is now deafening and ear splitting from the absolute disrespect that Rollins is showing the crowd and to War Horse as well. Rollins just snickers and embellishes the hatred and negative energy that the crowd is giving him..

[Chase]

We cut to an image

We than hear the voice of Rey Mysterio

Rey Mysterio: You're right you are AJ freaking Styles. You're right I have lost everything. Everything I worked for is gone and I am worse than the current little mini Hornswoggle. Though AJ Styles beating you will help fufill the emptiness I currently have. I used to be full have no strings attached to me but unfortunately I ended up being a puppet for this brand. I was being brought in not as a talent but as a name to help sell tickets and get the seats.

The camera pans to Rey Mysterio and he speaks

Rey Mysterio: You're right AJ Styles you're different than any challenge I have faced and that's why I want this match. What is my purpose here? What is my role? Am I still the same Rey Mysterio in the past. Am I still the man that I used to be. Rey Mysterio needs answers. He needs to know his purpose and ending your illustrious career will be something that will lead to automatic satisfaction. You see my career has been cemented I am a hall of famer but just like you AJ I want more. I want to be bigger than just that.

You AJ will soon meet me there in the hall of fame. Though I want you to meet me there realizing I took away the very thing you love. I want your career to end and you sit there without the possibilty of doing anything. You sit there and when you see me at the hall of fame ceremony you know there is nothing you can do because I took away your career. I took away everything you worked for and than the man they called Phenomenal is just nothing more than ordinary.

Rey walks away from the grave and continues speaking

Rey Mysterio: The career of AJ Styles ends at Summerslam. An event I would argue bigger than Wrestlemania for the UWF. We have more eyes watching. We have more people talking and I want people to remember SummerSlam 2021 to be the event where AJ Styles the career of a lifetime fades to black. 

The screen goes black and the arena goes black but as the lights turn back on we see Rey Mysterio in the middle of the ring.

[Jye]

Murphy strokes his chin as his head is tilted from listening to the crap come from Kingstons mouth, Murphy thinks a moment about everything Kingston said, He takes a breath in before he continues into the microphone...

Kingston you're delusional if you think last week had any actual impact on this match, It was two versus one I was handicapped and the only way you'd beat me is with a handicap. To say you are not impressed maybe you might need to get your eye's checked because they clearly don't see what YOUR MOTHER, The CROWD and sure as hell I saw what was about to happen. You were THIS close to losing and that must be playing on your mind, You must be holding onto the medallion for dear life...

You are right about another thing that this isn't going to be any old match, This match is going to be hard hitting and hard to watch as we try to kill each other. I know for a fact that I am going to have to remove that medallion from your cold dead hands. Kingston the struggle is going to END at Summer Slam for you and your nineteen year long career...

Murphy looks down as he continues speaking anger rising in his voice...

Eddie I am going to lay you out and make you watch as I do what you will never be able to do, I am undeniable when it comes to the things I can do in this ring. Again Kingston you are correct in saying that everyone getting into this business is TOLD that they aren't GOOD enough to shine the greats boots unless you look like a genetic jackhammer on steroids but Kingston when you were starting your career much like me, You obviously had people say you can't make it same as me but difference is, I was able to do what you tried to do your whole career, You'd have given your left testicle to be in the position I was, I was among the best of the best, Despite being at their level I had proven it, They still just like you said I did not belong, I proved them wrong than, Even after proving them and their stupid hierarchy wrong Kingston, I wanted more.

That is the reason we both stand in an UWF ring right now and its because we are the best of the best. I had something to prove before coming here not to them but to myself almost because the secret was kept so long, They had forgotten just how good I am. Kingston last weeks two on one handicap match, Mate that was only a small fraction of what I am capable of. You can cast shade on a company that was a GOLIATH of this industry all you want saying they were drama queens and show ponies all you like but Kingston it took a different breed to thrive, there I did THAT but that whole chapter of my career is over. The new chapter has only just begun. It was only a matter of time until the weapon was unleashed...

Murphy points to the camera as he motions to the crowd watching the titantron...

You see you say the world doesn't owe me anything?, You call me a snowflake because I respect my body and didn't put myself through TWENTY inches of glass on a weekly basis for drunk hill billies who don't know the day of the week, All TEN of them crammed into your local gymnasium. Kingston you did come up in this industry the HARD and GRITTY way. You can call me a snow flake all you want when all you are is a warning ON not what to do with your life, The TIME you've shaved off your life from wrestling for so little reward because Kingston you are the biggest FOOL here...

You should of followed in the footsteps of the other backyard nobodies who went on to their boring NINE to FIVE office jobs, You'd be better off Kingston. Eddie I'm going to bring it back to the match in front of us because we can go on all day and night about your failures on the backyard scene, This match you will get EXACTLY what you WANTED. You will get exactly what you want Kingston as you will be next to the HOTTEST thing in wrestling when I send your teeth into the nose bleed section with a knee to the face. Kingston you have gone through some tough sons of bitches but when we meet in the ring you will understand that I am more than talk like you think, I will be giving it everything and you better be willing to damn near murder me to stop me from getting what I want, The PRIME TIME Medallion...

Murphy waits for a response before the showdown...

[Tapout]

The arena lights start flashing red, white and blue, as the titan tron comes to life with the largest advertisement for the Alpha Academy.

The American Alpha himself, The UWF Television Champion, Chad Gable steps out, looking far impressive under all the lights, and glamour of the Alpha Academy. He smiles and takes in the sea of people around him before raising his arm in the here and shouting "FOR THE ACADEMY!" The smile never leaves his face as he marches to the ring. He takes a moment on the ramp and slaps his baby, his championship, with his hand before giving the crowd another Alpha Pose

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. Chad looks at his challenger, Rob Conway, and flashes him a million dollar smile before grabbing a microphone and addressing his future foe. 

Chad Gable

And here he is, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the man of the hour. The man everyone has been talking about. Mr. Rob Conway!!

Chad gives a moment for applause and even claps himself.

You can't go anywhere in UWF without hearing about Rob Conway. Honestly its impressive. Usually for someone to have this much buzz about them, they need to walk through my academy first. But here you are, rising to the top of UWF on your own. I admire that. I respect that. You see me and you aren't that different. I think that's why the powers that be seemed so high on this SummerSlam match because they see the same things in us. They see both of us as the future of UWF. Two huge rising stars on a collision course for the biggest party of the summer for the Television Championship. I mean, it's great, its marquee, it sells tickets. Now, I'm not too up to date on my French, but it seems that you don't like me? You even went as far as saying that you don't even know who I am? Are you living under a rock? I'm the TELEVISION CHAMPION. 

Chad holds up the title right in Rob's face.

You see this thing here, this thing you crave and desire so much? It belongs to me. Rob, I don't have a problem with you. In fact, the Alpha Academy is for everyone. I can ignore all those horrid things you and your buddy here have said about me because at the end of the day, all I care about is being the best, and helping the best. Rob you've done a lot on your own and it's only going up from here when you step into the ring with me. I make people stars. I make people better. I unlock the Alpha in people. Let me know if this sounds familiar "Who can stop Rob Conway?". Maybe you've heard of that, maybe you've read it. "Who can stop Rob Conway?". It was in the write up for our match. Corey Graves has said it. Multiple people have been saying this phrase, "Who can stop Rob Conway?". I'm not here to claim that I'm that person. I'm here to tell you Rob, that this question is insulting to you. You don't need people wondering who can stop you. See that implies that you're beatable. That you're stoppable. What you should want people saying is... "No one can stop Rob Conway.". My Alpha Academy is where stars are born but you have to prove it. You have to earn it. Apollo failed to earn it and now I wouldn't be surprised if we never saw him again. But people like CM Punk, Randy Orton, Seth Rollins, AJ Styles. I unlocked the Alpha in all of them and you can do it too Rob. You just have to earn it. Step into the ring with me at SummerSlam, take my title, and change the question "Who can stop Rob Conway?" into the statement "No one can stop Rob Conway!"

[George]

The Warhorse laughs, looking back at Seth Rollins and his overly wet hair. He raises his microphone back up to his mouth and looks.

WARHORSE: FOR SOMEONE WHO CAN’T WIN WRESTLING MATCHES, YOU SURE THINK YOU’RE SOME BIG DEAL, BUD. I MEAN HELL, IT MIGHT SOUND LIKE A BIT OF AN UNDERESTIMATION OF WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUT IN THE REALITY WE LIVE, YOU’RE REALLY COMING OFF AS A MAN OF A WHOLE LOT OF PAPER THIN TALK.

WHAT MAKES YOU SO CERTAIN I CAN’T HOLD ONTO THIS PRESTIGIOUS, INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP? IS IT THE RESOUNDING EGO OR THE DEMON YELLING THROUGH TO YOUR HEAD? I’LL BREAK THE REALITY ALL DOWN FOR YOU, GUY. THEY DON’T BOO BECAUSE THEY SECRETLY LIKE YOU, THEY WANT YOU TO GO AWAY BECAUSE YOU CAN’T WIN. YOU CAN’T SCRAPE UP THE COURAGE TO GET OVER THE MOUNTAIN YOU BUILD FOR YOURSELF EVERY WEEK.

The Warhorse paces back and forth down the ring.

I SAY IT OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER AGAIN ABOUT HOW YOU DON’T HAVE A POT TO PISS IN, BOY, AND IT’S FRANKLY GETTING TIRING RECITING IT TO YOU LIKE A HYMN. ALL THIS TALK OF THE IDEA THAT YOU’RE JUST GONNA WAX OVER ME AND TAKE WHAT’S MINE IS JUST SO FUCKING NOTHING. THE ONLY REASON YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME IS BECAUSE YOUR THICK, FLEA RIDDEN EGO BLINDS YOU FROM THE REALITY WE’RE ALL IN.

YOU TALK SO MUCH ABOUT HOW I’M OBLIVIOUS TO THE GREAT SETH ROLLINS, BUT YOU’VE BROUGHT NOTHING TO THE PLATE BUT CHEAP SHOTS, COWARDICE ACTS AND GENERAL BULLSHITTERY. FROM WHAT YOU’VE SHOWN ME, BROTHER, YOU AIN’T SHIT. YOU AIN’T HALF THE SHIT YOU TALK UP.

I’VE PROVED WHAT TYPE OF MAN I AM, WEEK IN AND WEEK OUT. SO HAVE YOU, AND I DON’T WANT TO REPEAT MYSELF AGAIN, BOY. I’M EAGERLY AWAITING THE DAY THAT I BEAT YOUR ASS OVER EVERY LAST INCH OF THAT ARENA.

The Warhorse paces back.

AFTER ALL, AT SUMMERSLAM, IT’S NOT ABOUT BEATING SETH ROLLINS, IT’S ABOUT BEING THE CHAMPION. THE UWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.

The Warhorse lowers his microphone and awaits a response.

[gunn]

Ciampa looks at Chael and Lawlor smiling like idiots and he is in two frame of minds. On the outside he is relaxing in the corner, a slight smirk plastered on his face as if he hasn’t a care in the world, on the inside however he is tired of this shit, tired of being looked at as a stepping stone in this company, those feelings are boiling below the surface but they’re gonna spill over soon.

Ciampa: Wow Tom, you have the gall to call out my mic skills and then you release that bullshit, the same tired shit we hear from you every damn week here, no wonder Chael is the talkative one out of you two, he can actually think of new things to say instead of you who just regurgitates the same hackneyed crap every week then you do that dumb ass grin of yours and stand there as Chael tries to recover some sort of respectable semblance of a promo and you say you’re sick of me hyping myself up, maybe listen to your promos that you’ve cut ever since you’ve got here kid, all you do is swagger around and act like you’re some sort of celebrity around here, maybe in the MMA world you and Chael were big names but here now, in the UWF you’re nothing but new blood.

Ciampa begins to pace back and forth.

Ciampa: Tom i'm not denying that you have the skills to make it in this company, you clearly do with that win/loss record of yours, it’s impressive but what have you got to show for it pal, a match against someone you don’t see as on your level, you look at me and you see a broken man and I fully admit that Tom, I am a broken man, i’ve broken my neck I don’t know how many times in my career, the concussions, the broken ribs and I still keep coming back because I don’t give up Tom, so you may throw a punch at me that breaks my nose, i’ll still keep coming, you could break my orbital bone and i’ll still keep coming, anything you can do to me Tom i’ve probably had done to me already ten times and just as worse and yeah I admitted that I was intimidated by you at first but maybe that was the wrong word Tom, I wouldn’t say it was intimidation more curiosity because before you came here all I knew was that you were a tough bastard from the UFC but now my curiosity has been sated and while your skills are great you’re just like every new face that comes through here with an attitude, you think you own the place and you don’t show the respect for the people who built the path for you, so if you think i’m begging to get out this match Tom, you’re wrong because if I was I would not be out here, standing face to face with you.

Ciampa gets up to Lawlor’s face.

Ciampa: Any fear I had in this business was lost a long time ago Tom, it disappeared the first time I broke my neck and thought that all this was over, now all that’s left is determination to win, at any cost kid. I keep talking about respect in this company and how we should show it to everyone, well i’m sick of not getting any, i’m sick of people seeing me as a stepping stone, so at Summerslam i’m not going to be your stepping stone to a future in this company, you’re going to be mine and you’re going to need to kill me before I give in Tom because i’ve been at the worst before and i’m willing to go there again.

With that Ciampa lowers his mic and continues to look at Tom, the both of them basically standing toe to toe now.

[Dres]

AJ raises his microphone to respond.

”The Complete” AJ Styles: Ya know, it’s funny to me that you called yourself a puppet because after this little appearing act magic trick, I’d swear you were one of Bray’s Firefly Funhouse pals. It’s either that or you think ripping a page out of someone else’s playbook is going to keep me from taking your career off life support in a few short days. Well you’re no Undertaker, but in the sense that you’re about to no longer wrestle, you are a “Deadman”. I can practically smell the decay on you, but it’s not just that in the air, it’s also you reeking of desperation. I’m surprised your mask isn’t wet from how much you’re salivating at the chance to put me out to pasture and end my career. It’s ironic, a man with his profession knocking on death’s door is showing more life about this than he’s shown about anything in years. And because of that, if I didn’t enjoy ridding the UWF of trash, it’d be a pity. Look at you, seemingly fingertips away from your goal but there’s a difference between being close to your goal and just being close to the man that goal is about. When we share this ring again and the bell rings, my career being on the line is the closest you’re going to get to ending it.

Because Rey, I’ll never be ordinary. I’m, “Phenomenal”. I’m the, “Demi God”. More importantly, I’m, “Complete”. I’m the ultimate athlete, a once in a trillion lifetimes kind of superstar, greatness that’s measured by its own system. Hell, I’m in my own Hall of Fame! You can’t take that away from me, even if you had all the preparation time and attempts you could ask for, you couldn’t do it. Even if this was your heyday, you still couldn’t do it. Even if you had The Cartel, you still…couldn’t…do it. Am I getting through to you yet? Bigger and better than you have tried to permanently push the stop button on ol’ AJ and that’s just in the year I’ve been back in the UWF. And what’s happened over and over and over? They got stopped instead. Brock Lesnar? Failed. Chris Jericho? Failed. Goldberg? Failed. And at Summerslam, your name is getting added to that list, Rey. Then, after that’s settled, it’ll be time to get my payback and my UWF Championship while you fade into obscurity, the way it should’ve been a long time ago.

[rawisrey]

The lights begin to flicker, and Punk simply purses his lips to one side totally unimpressed. Over the system you can hear the sound of Bray Wyatts voice speaking, but not in English seemingly mumbling in tongues even sounding as if his audio is being played backwards. Suddenly the lights stop flickering and turn off completely, leaving the arena in darkness. The titantron lights up with a bright white image, causing the arena of people including Punk to shield their eyes for a moment at the sudden flash of brightness. This is when you hear Bray Wyatts old southern drawl begin to speak, very lightly as if singing a lullaby to baby in his arms.

Bray Wyatt: Look in my Eyyyyes, what do you seeeeeee?

The image on the tron finally fades from white, to the light blue softness of the Firefly Funhouse, panning to Bray Wyatts face as he coldly stares ahead. Looking in the direction of the camera capturing his image, but his eyes not looking into the camera at all but very clearly through it. Standing there motionless, you can here Bray Wyatts soft voice continue over the speakers but his image remains the same on screen, as if he himself is listening to it alongside everyone else.



Bray Wyatt: I know your anger...I know your dreeeams. I've been everything you've waaant to beeee, yee eah I'm the cult of persona lity.

Suddenly Wyatts eyes close shut forcibly, the voice stops and is replaced with a loud swelling of sound as Wyatt almost seems in pain trying to hold something in. Until abruptly the sound stops, and Wyatt opens his eyes again, and pops a huge smile on his face as you can see his pupils dilate, letting in more light as he almost seems to come online for the first time in a bit. He begins laughing as the camera pans out, so happy to see his opponent.




Bray Wyatt: Oooh Hiii there CM Punk, it's so lovely to see you today! Now, papa Wyatt has been dealing with a lot lately. A lot of internal things, getting in touch with an old friend inside of me that I needed to iron things out with. And as a result, it may have seemed like I've been ignoring you ole buddy. But Punk, if at any point you think I've gone away...I've left you and the UWF...I've stopped caring. I need you to stop and understand, that everything happens for a reason. Lil CM Punk had that little experience in the zoo, for a reason, You came back to the UWF For a reason, I am here for a reason. Most people, heh heh, they kind of just Do things. A lot of old friends of yours, they'd be described as just Do-ers. They surf through life, letting life happen to them. They kind of chase cars, chase their tails, hop up and down and go get that ball as fast as they can so that they can bring it back and have it tossed again. It's a happy life, but happiness is something that seemingly eluded people like us, huh Punk. No matter what you accomplish you've always got another mountain to climb, no matter what I did it was never enough. There are Great Accomplishers, and then there are Miserable Artist. There are things I put out into this little world of ours that come from my soul, that have Deeper meanings, that have nuance and detail, and none of it is really ever recognized. Yet, I still do it, I have to do it. We have to be what we are Punk, and while it is oh so special...there is no one else that is you, and that makes you special. It sure as heck can be a pain in the neck can't it?

Bray chuckles to himself, holding the back of his hand in front of him as he takes in a deep breath.

Bray Wyatt: But you see, that's where I figured it out. That is where I learned how to let all the stress, all the torment, melt off of me and just have fun. Ya see Punk, it's fun to have fun...but you've got to know how. And you, you don't know the first thing about having fun. You're all business, all serious, all encompassed on one goal. That you don't see the Big picture, everything happens for a reason and yet all you desperately crave is for that One thing to happen without giving thought about the reason. But me, I'm not confined by the shackles I once was, hahaha I'm floating in the wind like all those care free people we always had to deal with, and I've still got the mind of seeing it all. I'm free, in a way you'll never understand. I can take in the big picture and mold it to be the perfect masterpiece I need it to be...and then hang it up on my wall.

Wyatt turns Greatest Showman style towards the wall behind him, gesturing broadly with his arm to show his wall of fallen foes.

Bray Wyatt: All of them, they weren't worse, they weren't Not good enough, they were just the opposite. I've hung them all up in my Firefly Funhouse so that they can always be apart of me, I invited all of my bestest friends...Some of which you're well aware of, to live in my Funhouse too. You've had a friend or two before, but you're very much a Solo guy. A loner, a single Best in the world. But I am everything all around you, I can see it all and Be IT AALL! You're the Best in the Wooorld but I've got the whole wooorld in my hands. That is why, I know a secret. One I'm willing to share, but you gotta do me a solid and not freak out about it. Hee hee...I wanna let you in. I wanna explore your deep desires Punk, I want to know what keeps you going, and the funnest part? I'm already there. It took me a little doin, and the other guys were a little perplexed over my obsession with this particular road I went down, but it's all gonna be worth it. Because Eternally there is one truth you don't even comprehend, and that is that I...Always...Win.

Bray pauses as if just hearing himself, and then suddenly burst into a fit of laughter.

AHHHHAHA No No, That sounded so much like anyone else being a cocky lil go-getter. And trust me, that's not how I meant it. It's not a gloat, it's not even a promise, it's a living entity that has existed for millennia. You, deep down inside, the person you are...the True person you are without the labels of C or M, the very real person you are...Can't beat me. You've never been able to beat me, and deep down you're All gun-ho about finally getting your moment that you're cutting through all the malarkey to fully let the world know you've reached a point that has overcome all. But that's not how this works, and that's one of the reasons I felt so...Okay, dealing with my personal issues. With the people you named before you, I needed them to understand a new way of life...I needed them to be encompassed and bath in the knowledge of what everything they've ever done had lead up to. But you, you are stepping into a world you've lived through a thousand times. No matter how fun, serious, strong, tough, moody, talkative, friendly, or Good your ancestors got, they always failed with me.

Even now, you stand there confident, you've waited thinking maybe I was gone and this was going to finally be in. but in the Back of your mind, you've felt the truth eating away at you. That...is why I don't need to play games with you, I don't need to open your eyes or teach you a lesson...You instinctually know the truth. You cannot win. No matter what, You...lose...to me. Does that mean you can't kick my, Ahem, patootie. No...I'm sure you'll have so many moments in time where you think you've won, but in the big picture I always come back and win. Enjoy yourself while you can my friend, because I truly do root for your happiness...but the only way for you to truly be happy is to forgo all the things that tied you down, and be rebuilt like I was. I broke myself into a million pieces, and I was repaired forever better than I ever was, but you...you remain as the French would say...Fauché...Forever broke, always seeking to thieve what others have but always getting Cut down....mowed over. I appreciate you attempting to simplify what is to occur, but I believe even you truly know me better than that. Things are never as simple as they appear, and even when you feel like you've done it...You've become something...I want you to remember that the Big Picture is still being formed...You don't have to let me in Punk, because I've been inside you the whole time...and soon You'll be set free...Follow...The Leader...