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Post by ada2 on Oct 7, 2021 9:53:50 GMT -6
The mad king would remain where he was, he would have a smirk on his face and nothing more than that as the amused smile would remain as he would allow the king slayer the time and the place to speak his piece. He gave him his moment, he gave him the chance to step up and now it was time to knock him back into his place.
“You want to spit some truth, you want to hit some hard facts at one another, then so be it Seth. The kid’s gloves are off and let’s get real with one another, let’s lay it all on the table here and now. Your no-good Seth, you never where. Back in the day, the shit you did turned heads, it made people sit up and take notice, but you know what – you’re a dime a dozen now. There is nothing unique about you, nothing special. I can walk back there and find a dozen guys that do what you do – just better. The only thing you have going for you, is your name. Seth Rollins. People hear that and you know what they do, they turn their heads and pay attention, good for you. They say Seth has won this title that many times, he has won this title so many times, he is a former this and a past that – a whole lot of accolades get attached to your name, but at the end of the day they mean nothing. You – your just like everyone else here, you stake up titles, you rack up championships. The number of times you have been champion – you walk around like it is impressive, that it is something to be proud of that you have won a title, two, three, four heck – five times. How the fuck is that impressive. You know what it tells me Seth? It tells me you’re a fucking loser. It tells me you where never good enough to hold the title. The late greats of this sport, they had one reign – and they made it count. They did everything they could to hold onto the title, you had to kill them to take it from them, but now – nah. You get pinned, you get your rematch – and a month later you win the title back and you tick it off in your little box and start to add up titles like they mean nothing. All your reigns, all your success, it means nothing to me.”
Eddie Kingston would remain where he was, feet firmly planted on the ground as he would stare right into Seth Rollin eyes, he wanted the truth, he was getting the truth in spades.
“You see – all I need is this victory, this one reign and that is it. once I have your title, it won’t be going away. You have racked up a lengthy title reign – but who have you beaten? When have you defended it, what have you been doing other than hiding in the back, ducking and diving and trying to add some numbers onto this reign – to make it looks impressive. Let me tell you this Seth – the only impressive thing you have done, is punch above your weight and marry Becky. I can clearly see now, standing here, looking at you, hearing the shit coming out of your mouth – that the nickname of the man that she uses, it quite literally when it comes to you. Your wife is a better champion than you will ever be and commands respect. Seth – I cannot stress this enough – your moment is over. You have just proved me right, you don’t care. You don’t give a shit. You said yourself, it’s not a matter of if I defeat you, it’s happening buddy at Bad Blood. When I defeat you, nothing changes? How so, how does nothing change? If you’re that much better than me, if your so great, if you’re the best this company has to offer, when a loss to me – it would mean the end of you. It would mean that you are not as good as you claim. That your entire reign has been a joke, that you have sailed on by under the radar. Bad Blood – everything changes. The time of piss poor champions is at an end, Bad Blood – it is out with the old, in with the new. UWF is a company for what Seth – not fucking entertainment, because there is nothing entertaining about you, UWF is a company that is about wrestling, and I am a better wrestler than you will ever be.”
He steps a little bit closer to Seth Rollins, staring right through him as he was being honest with him, it was all being laid out for him, nothing was being held back, this was it for the mad king, this was his first and no doubt last chance of success in wrestling and he had to make it count.
“Take your bible, take your preachy pissy attitude and get the fuck out of here. Messiah my ass Seth. Your just paper to me and I am going to tear right through you. You have made a career at slaying kings, you have made a career out of being a little prick. You play the cowardly little bitch perfectly Seth, but at Bad Blood, this is one kings crown your not taking. I earned my way to you Seth. I fight my way through everything thrown my way. I have the right to be here, I have the right to challenge you and when it is all said and done, I have the right to be called the new champion. Nothing is free Seth – remember that. You have always been handed success, you have always had it easy, you have always had everything given to you, but that all ends. Seth – the reign comes to an end; your rule is over and mine – is starting. Twenty years to get this moment, singing with UWF and taking less than twenty weeks to find my way to you. Trust me, looking at you, I won’t need twenty minutes to deal with you, your going down in twenty seconds, this is my moment, my chance and I will be damned if your going to stop me. I want you to remember this Seth – remember that you where only champion, because I allowed it. I worked my way through the ranks while you where sitting with your thumb up your ass. Bad Blood Seth – it’s all over for you.”
He would lower the microphone down as he would take one more step towards him, staring into his eyes as he would reach forward and tap his hand onto the title – the title that he had every intention of winning come show time.
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Post by Jimmy Uso on Oct 8, 2021 2:58:29 GMT -6
(John Cena brings the Microphone right back up to his lower lips while speak with the UWF Universe)
Universe Chants Cena, Cena, Cena Cena!
John Cena: Yo, yo, chill, chill, chill! Man, earlier today Sami. was just telling you all that he doesn't want me or Eve to show up at Bad Blood.
{The Fans boo at Sami for not letting Cena or Eve to appear at Bad Blood}
John Cena: But don't you guys worry because I got something waiting up my sleeve and I been dying to give it to you but I'm sure it could wait because I decided that me and Eve. will be at Bad Blood to whup your El Generico's and La Luchadora's ass on UWF.
(Crowd Cheers for John Cena for being at Bad Blood}
John Cena: you just like El Generico and La Luchadora you rather speak for them but you want to speak for yourself and worry about my girlfriend Eve. for not letting her speak well guest what Sami. she's already in the building right now waiting to slap that ugly hair nest right off your face so ladies and Gentlemen allow me to introduce to you my tag team partner that will help me defeat El Generico and La Luchadora she is a Former UWF Diva's Champion Please welcome Eve Torres.
She looks Good hit's
Eve walks down the aisle and see Sami Zayn laughing at her and get herself into the ring alone side with her man John Cena until they hand her a Microphone to speak something into
Eve Torres: Sami. I was in the back and I couldn't over hear what you just said that you ask my man John that I wasn't out here to speak for myself well guest what I'm already out here so what do you have to say about that Sami.
(Fan Cheers for Eve) Welcome back, Welcome back, Welcome back!
Eve Torres: now that I am back in Shape me and John. are gonna mop the floors with your La Luchadora and El Generico. this Sunday at Bad Blood.
Eve Torres: I haven't wrestle in this very ring for a long ass time since I was managing with my boyfriend John Cena. through the hole in tired match of his and now that I am back it's time for you Sami to bring your damn Lucha freaks out so that we can finish what we left off two weeks ago on Revolution when your El Dúo Dinámico ambushed us and now it's time for a little payback is a Bitch nowadays Sami and trust me when I say this you are a coward that you won't even be at ringside which that is good for you that way you can sit in watch me and John humiliate your La Luchadora and El Generico get destroyed by John and I and once that tag team match is completely over John Cena will earn himself a T.V Championship on the next event of Revolution after we settle with your El Dúo Dinámico of La Luchadora and El Generico on Bad Blood.
Eve Torres: oh and since you're not gonna be able to appear at Bad Blood I need you to send a Clear message to La Luchadora and El Generico. for our tag team match is this.
Eve slaps Sami on the left cheek side of his face when John steps forward to protect his girlfriend Eve
John Cena: don't you dear hit this woman unless you want a fight with me cause if you lay a finger on her then you have to go through me oh wait your ass won't be there at Bad Blood because you're sending your El Dúo Dinámico to fight your own battles but you will be looking stupid when me and Eve beat some none sense into your El Generico and La Luchadora gets a beat down when we have this tag team your group buddies won't last a dime when we score this victory over El Generico and La Luchadora. at Bad Blood on UWF network.
John Cena: now you exit out of this ring and go in the back in tell your El Dúo Dinámico which you like to called them El Generico and La Luchadora that we will see them this Sunday at Bad Blood.
John Cena: Sami. if you bump into El Generico or La Luchadora. tell them that he want some then come in get some.
[Cena and Eve drops the Mic down and waits for Sami to respond back]
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Post by underclass on Oct 8, 2021 7:36:35 GMT -6
That was the one thing that seemingly lit a fire under Lawlor. Glaring at the stretched smile across the face of Punk as he lifted the biggest prize this company had to offer -- It cut like a knife. Lawlor wanted that prize more than anything. Tongue in his cheek, Lawlor turns to Chael as the two nod in acknowledgement.
SONNEN: Are you done, Phil? I couldn't possibly sit here as an advocate, an American Gangster, balls of steel enthusiast, and corner man to our next UWF champion while you continued to spout all this nonsense. You can pretend that Joe isn't caught in his feelings -- What's the quickest way to get under his skin? Knock that dome of his into next week. Check. Choke his ass out. Double check. The proof is in the puddin', Punk -- What Tommy boy and I did to Joe over the course of these past few weeks has been a rather low standard compared to what you're in for.
Sonnen turns to face Lawlor who nods his head in agreement.
SONNEN: I'm not going to do my usual shtick. I'm not going to step on Tom's toes, because quite frankly -- Tommy boy only needs a few minutes of time before he takes away that strap of yours. You constantly mention Joe as if either of us are going to back down from a plump Samoan, who sits in the shadow of some dweeb from Chicago. Pretend all you want, but we're living in the real world -- And in this real world, Samoa Joe can't hold a candle to Uncle Chael, let alone the pound for pound, greatest performer in the UWF today. So, if he's feeling froggy -- We'll kick his ass back to Samoa, faster than a modern day Evander Holyfield fight -- Sad, but true. Acknowledge the truth, Punk. Your little moment of shine is all but up.
Sonnen takes a step backwards as he redirects his attention to Lawlor. The contender nods his head, before patting Chael on the shoulder. He mutters a few words in the ear of his manager, as he takes another step back, leaning himself against the ropes.
LAWLOR: Like always, I have to thank you, Chael -- Put things into context rather quickly for me. Now let's redirect our focus to the reason these people are here; CM Punk and Tom Lawlor! You continue to sit here, and pander like you're on this gigantic throne. You sit here, and say that somebodies going to clean up my act. I hate to break it to you, Punk -- This isn't an act. This isn't a facade, or a character. I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not. I don't need to look in the mirror and pretend to be some bad ass from Samoa. I don't need to create a persona of being a God to the natives in Chicago. In other words, I don't need to cater to people, because unlike CM Punk, and Samoa Joe -- I can be myself, and still put these asses in seats. Nobody is coming to see Phil Brooks. It's stat padded knowledge of this business, eh, Punk? Always captivated by the way you spread words like wildfire. You always have a way to twist and turn these things to make you look like a favorite heading into these matches. That's the thing that most people fall trap too. The very people you defeated in that G1 -- They feel for each, and every word that fell out of your mouth. Confusingly enough, even Bray Wyatt fell waste to those exact measures. You look for a weakness in people. You plot their own downfall with your words to create doubt. Unfortunately for you, doubt is in the eyes of the beholder. And I can safely tell you that when it comes down to it -- Doubt has never come across my mind.
Tom Lawlor wasn't build on a fabrication of lies, and doubt. Hard work, and kicking ass? That's more like it. I've never once shied away from a battle. I've pushed myself to being the very best this world has to offer. I'm all about this business, Punk. I'm all about stepping up to the plate when my name is called. Be it WARHORSE, Rob Conway, John Cena, Samoa Joe, or even, CM Punk. When I stare adversity in the face, I love that shit. I love when people like you doubt my credits. I love when people like you don't think I have what it takes. I love when people say the odds are stacked against me. Above all else, I love proving people wrong. So, by all means -- Continue to self loathe my rise up this card. Continue to berate me in the only fashion CM Punk can. It's that admiration on a niche craved by these wrestling faithfuls that push you to the skies, Punk. To some of these people, you're a living, breathing, king. But what's a king to a God of war, Punk? I break bones in the blink of an eye. I bust mouths, break noses, and snap arms in an instant. My passion for this business isn't captivated by the sweet taste of victory. It isn't captivated by the grace of combat. It's the passion given to me by my own heart that weighs much more than anything you could ever throw in my direction. I have seen many men walk through doors looking to carve a career in this business. Yet, only a few stand to make the call. When I made the jump, those same people doubted me. Those same people said I couldn't cut it. The first night I set foot inside a UWF ring -- Nobody believed that I'd ever sniff the main event scene, let alone compete for the UWF championship in just a few short months time...
The passion could be heard radiating inside the voice of Lawlor. Each word was direct from the heart. His eyes gaze directly onto the championship adorned by Punk. Lawlor points at the biggest prize this company had to offer, before swiftly continuing his onslaught.
LAWLOR: Ultimately this match is about that right there. That championship you clutch so tightly. It's about seeing who the best man in this company is. I'm not going to slander you over your little streak. Your little "iron clad" accolades you speak so highly of. That's what you want me to do, Punk. You want me to immediately fall into that trap. Get caught up in your mind games, so I think of this clash as something less than what it is. I see through that. I'm not stupid, I know exactly what's set before me. I know exactly the fight that's going to be put before me. This isn't going to be a walk in the park. However, to say I'm happy getting the job done fast is actually funny. Because I don't set a time when I set foot inside this ring. I don't purposely walk out to that ring, and immediately set a goal of a time limit when I share a ring with others. I didn't come out to this ring, plotting to destroy the men put before me. Things just feel into perspective. I get the job done fast, because I'm that good, Punk. I don't need hour long bouts to showcase what I'm about. It only takes a few minutes for me to make an example out of those, but let's say I wanted to become a perfectionist. That I wanted to make sure each, and every detail was down to the nitty gritty. The almighty CM Punk is going to make sure I do it well? Yeah, please keep that almighty mindset up. Please think of yourself as this guy who's picture perfect. That can do no wrong. You're CM Punk after all, right? I'm just a cage fighter turned professional wrestler. What else can I do, besides stepping into a wrestling ring, and using basic mixed martial arts?
It isn't like each and everyone of these matches, I've shown more talent in my arsenal than all these "vets". Yet let's continue to talk about ethic. Let's continue to say that I'm just here to get the job done hastily. Where I come from, when the job is done -- The job is done. It doesn't matter if it's after 5 rounds or just 30 seconds in that octagon -- The job is done when that bell rings, and your arm is held high. Then again what more do I need to tell you, Punk? You've already said you've heard this all before. It's like a repeated record, right? The same old song, and dance, but yet? I'm not the same guy who spreads crap to say it. I don't sit on broken lies, and empty promises. What I say is the uttermost truth. Doing things better? You've got it set in your mind that you're actually better than me. Writing checks your ass can't cash? Yeah, you're probably better than me at that juncture, Punk. You're telling me to step up my game, but that's what you fail to realize, man. I've already stepped up my game. Each, and every week I've prepared for this opportunity -- I've came out faster. I've came out stronger. Overall, I've came out better. The progress I've pushed myself to in these short months isn't a cue to show why I'm better than everyone else -- It's to PROVE it!
Lawlor begins to pace back and forth as he shakes his head from side to side.
LAWLOR: With that, we reach our grand conclusion, Punk. You asked, and you shall ultimately receive. You want one of us "kids" to actually come into this business and do things better than you. Yet, here I've stood for months on end doing exactly that. This isn't about that respect you preach, nor your admiration. This is the cold hard truth 'bout it. You're not good enough to beat me, Punk. In the real world, you're only a blink of an eye away from having your entire career destroyed. But you're right about one thing, Punk -- I did sprint right to the top of that line, because I could. I calculated each, and every foe, just I had you. I started each, and everyone of 'em in the eyes -- And I made my place known. I made it known rather quickly what Tom Lawlor brought to the table. I showed up, I fought, and I conquered. You can outlast those flashes in the pan, because I'm not a flash, nor am I a pan. The man I see in the mirror is someone I can say made it. I look into this mirror, and I see a fighter who proved everyone wrong. I see a man who represents this company like a TRUE champion. And if this truly is a marathon, Punk -- I feel sorry for the world of pain you're about to experience. As if, it was a marathon -- Hypothetically. Do you believe you're able to outpace me, Punk? Do you justifiably believe you're able to outmaneuver me? Can you out speed me? Do you have the stamina to perform at a top level with the BEST this business has to offer? Before you come at me pushing the agenda on what's good, and what isn't -- Reflect upon yourself. Observe that your words hold consequences. See the pay per view is named Badd Blood, and it's at that point -- It seems the low blows, and slander from our sides continue to ring supreme. We came for each others past, when truth be told? We should be coming at each other face to face...
After all, isn't that what you preached, Punk? About how if I came face to face with Joe, that the outcome would be different? Throw that crock of crap into the delusion bin, because we know you're not that full of shit. Or maybe you, like all the other crap you preach. But like I've said -- This isn't about Joe. It's about us. And with us coming face to face -- I don't promise, I don't think -- I know the OUTCOME of this match. I'm going to take everything away from you, Punk. All that hard work, that winning streak, the G1, beating the unstoppable Bray Wyatt -- All of that shit is going to be yesterdays new. Gone in the blink of an eye. As my past holds onto my shoulders -- I look back through everything. I look back at my struggles. My faults. My own thoughts, and you know something, Punk? That stuff ate me alive. Once upon a time, I questioned if I had it. I questioned if I could ever do this business right -- And the more I sat there, the more I realized -- I don't need to answer to anyone in this business. I don't need acceptance from anyone. Especially from some dweeb, whose never had an adult beverage. Take a slice of this humble pie, and accept the outcome of our war. The fat lady is singing, and the bell rings. A new era is upon us. An era of filth! Long and behold, the new UWF champion...
Lawlor takes a step forward, smirking at Punk. He points at the championship, giving Joe and Punk a wink for added measure. He then tosses his microphone before stepping up to both Joe, and the reigning champion, CM Punk. Chael slowly follows behind as now all four men were a nose length away from one another. Lawlor once more points at the championship before pointing to his waist. One thing is certain, the tension between these two could be cut with a knife. Will CM Punk be able to follow through on his promises? Or are we in lines to see a brand new UWF champion?
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Post by Jye on Oct 8, 2021 14:31:23 GMT -6
The titantron flicks to life with Murphy standing between Kay and Deville who all face the camera. She begins to look down to the ring doing her best impression of Kath as she gets the attention of one Conman...
Hey... Look at me, Look at me I am up here. Nice to see the Contourage ready and to go into battle with the most beautiful and deadly trio in all of wrestling. I mean Murphy here has decided to take a vow of silence tonight because honestly he is sick of Conway speaking back to him. I mean Conway you say we defiled a sacred tradition of body building I mean we didn't use a enough oil to make the united states blush during our competition or are you just embarrassed by the fact that you are vain enough to fall for the trap laid out...Deville stands forward as she wraps the tape around her fist ready to break some limbs... You see I have a certain skill set, I can and will use it to cripple each and everyone of you Bold and the Beautiful freaks back to your sunscreen commercials. I mean Maryse you look like a fish out of water when it comes to the heat of battle and I look into your eyes and can tell you aren't ready for what I am throwing. I mean you guys are pretty must see because everyone is just waiting to see who will break you down piece by piece first/ I mean talk about gimmick infringement, You haven' had an original thought since you stepped in this ring you rely on those three clowns to even get out of bed every morning.
Murphy puts his hand up signalling them to stop talking as he looks down the camera. . . Time for talk is over now it's time to sort out our business...
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Post by George on Oct 8, 2021 15:07:58 GMT -6
Warhorse continues to look across to Ciampa. He huffs, looking up and down this man he’s grown to hate over the past few weeks.
WARHORSE: DID I SPIT ON YOU? DID I KILL ONE OF YOUR UNBORN CHILDREN OR SOMETHING, GUY? I MEAN YOU TALK SO MUCH SHIT ABOUT ME YOU’D THINK I HAD, MAYBE UNDER THE RADAR OR SOMETHING. FRANKLY, I HAVEN’T EVEN LAID ON A FINGER ON YOU BECAUSE I WANT TO MAKE THIS MOMENT WHEN I BLAST YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH EVERYTHING THE FANS GIVE ME SWEETER THAN IT COULD EVER BE.
A PART OF ME THINKS FOR DAMN SURE YOU THINK ME NOT FIGHTING BACK YET MAKES ME A WEAKER MAN THAN YOU, BUT THAT’S A DAMN ILLUSION PLAYED BY YOUR OWN MIND, BUD. I DON’T ACT TOUGH, I LIVE TOUGH, A FOREIGN CONCEPT TO YOU, I’M SURE. TALK ABOUT THREAT, TALK ABOUT DIGNITY WHEN YOU’VE NOT PROVED YOURSELF TO BE ANYTHING MORE THAN DRIFTING.
The Warhorse lets that one linger.
WHY KNOCK DOWN A MADE MAN? IF YOU SAY I’M NOTHING, I’M JUST A LOUD HACK THEN WHO THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN FIGHTING? WHAT DO YOU WIN IF YOU WIN? A SCRAWNY JOBBER FROM THE BARS COULD PROBABLY FULFIL THAT NEED. NO, I’VE PROVED MYSELF HERE, CONSISTENTLY. I’VE BEEN HERE FOR A YEAR, NONSTOP, I’VE WON THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP, HAVE YOU? I’VE HAD MULTIPLE MATCHES FOR THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP, HAVE YOU? NO. YOU TALK ABOUT THE WARHORSE LIKE HE’S AN ANT BUT I’LL BE DAMNED IF YOU THINK THAT LITTLE OF ME AS A MAN.
I’LL BE DAMNED IF YOU STILL THINK THAT AS YOU LAY ON YOUR BACK STARING AT THOSE LIGHTS. I DON’T GIVE A RAT’S ASS HOW LONG YOU FLOUNDERED AROUND THIS BUSINESS, GUY, WE ALL SAW YOU TRY YOUR SHOT HERE TIME AFTER TIME AND LOSE EVERY SINGLE TIME, TEAMS WITH GARGANO, PISSED AWAY, ANY CHANCE YOU’VE GOT HERE YOU’VE PISSED DOWN THE DRAIN WITH DETERMINATION.
SO WHAT THE HELL, BUT I’M JUST ANOTHER FIGHTER, AND YOU’RE GOD ALL OF A SUDDEN? YOU THINK IT’LL JUST GO YOUR WAY BECAUSE YOU WANT IT TO? YOU THINK YOU CAN COST ME OPPORTUNITIES, YOU THINK YOU CAN ATTACK ME JUST OUT OF SPITE BECAUSE IT TICKLES YOUR DESIRE?
The Warhorse lets him think on it for a second.
I TELL YA WHAT BROTHER, YOU CARE SO MUCH FOR WHERE YOUR DESIRE LEADS YOU, I’M GONNA BOOT IT BACK INTO YOUR BODY. BAD BLOOD, GIVE YOU ALL THE PUNISHMENT THESE FANS ARE WILLING TO BRING TO YOU. I’LL ENJOY IT AND I’LL LOOK FORWARD TO NIPPING YOU IN THE BUD.
The Warhorse lowers his microphone as we end on that last word there. Tension clearly in the air, knowing damn well they need to let it stew for just a little longer.
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