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Post by Danny on Dec 29, 2022 18:24:29 GMT -6
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Post by Danny on Dec 29, 2022 18:25:10 GMT -6
This is the thread for the Royal Rumble Match. The rules for the Royal Rumble are as followed. - Every TTer minus Gunn and Sam should post for this match. - Only your primary characters are in the match. I will ask permission to use secondary ones if need be. - TTs may only be 1k long. This includes both words and actions. - Starting this week and for the next two weeks after, you are only allowed to post here once a week for a maximum of 3 total posts in this thread. - If you miss a week, you're allowed to catch up so long as you don't exceed the current round. - If you are catching up, you may only post again if 2 other people post between your posts. - Deadline for this thread is on January 20th, 2023 www.timeanddate.com/countdown/wrestling?iso=20230120T12&p0=24&msg=Royal+Rumble+Deadline&font=cursive&csz=1
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Post by Dres on Dec 29, 2022 19:14:54 GMT -6
The theme is, “See Me Shine” by Bone Thugz-n-Harmony as out comes the man the theme belongs to and the fans immediately start booing.Unaffected by their hatred, the man always dressed to the nines adjusts his Hollywood Championship and makes his way down the ramp. Once he arrives at the end of it, he turns and walks towards the steel steps and then ascends them, walking along the ring apron before stepping through the ropes into the ring. The, “Hollywood Animal” makes his way across the ring and gets a microphone from a ringside official before pivoting and walking back towards the middle of the ring as his music fades out and he raises the microphone up to his mouth.”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Take a good look, haters. Look until your eyes feel like they’re going to burn out of their sockets. Do you want to know what it is you’re seeing? Undefinable greatness that you’ll never attain, and that’s why I advised you to live vicariously through me a few weeks ago, because there’s no need in suffering in your mediocrity another calendar year. Let 2023 be the year you live your lives asking: What Would Batista Do? Because I’ll tell you, my stock is going to keep going up because I’m going to get better and better from here. Now haters, I hear you, I know what you’re thinking right now. It’s not fair that a man that has so much that makes him aesthetically pleasing and presentable on a superstar level gets the chance to enhance that presentation by going to Wrestlemania and adding another prize to the collection. Well, that’s the way it’s going down, I’m here in the Royal Rumble match and what that means for the other twenty-nine competitors is, no matter how much they bust their ass or try their damndest, the spoils of victory are going to me. With my swagger, my confidence, and my dominance, who on this roster can you argue is going to punch their ticket instead?
Kyle O’Reilly? Cody Rhodes? Eddie Kingston? Because I’ve already waxed those chump stains! No it’s gotta be LA Knight, right? With his cheap ass clothes and shitty catchphrases? That’s the guy that’s going to skate past me? You’ve got a better chance of seeing Old Hogan entering this match and doing more than two moves! In fact, you’ve got a higher likelihood of seeing MJF be humble about his chances when he speaks up. A year ago, yeah, I had ring rust and uncertainty and all of these other things weighing me down but now? I’ve got a swagger you can’t sway, a confidence you can’t slay, and dominance you can’t delay. I’m the, “Hollywood Animal” and the, “Feature Presentation” Dave Batista, the future winner of the 2023 Royal Rumble.The crowd boos as Batista poses with his arms outstretched.
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Post by Cwalker on Dec 29, 2022 22:19:34 GMT -6
As Batista stands cockily in the ring, he is soon interrupted.
????: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
There's no music. Tonight, just a man appears.
LA Knight: Davey, I heard 'ya mention my name and 'ya know me, being a man of the people I had to come out here. So...let me talk to 'ya.
Knight begins walking down the ramp towards the ring.
LA Knight: Now, I understand why 'ya think pretty highly of yourself. Just look at 'ya. 'Ya got about Two and half good movies under 'ya belt. 'Ya got Dennis Rodman and Robbie E backin' 'ya up. And of course, 'ya got those meaningless trinkets in the form of the Hollywood Championship and the Prime Time Medal. If anyone is going to think they're the man around here and the odds on favorite to win the Royal Rumble, it's gotta be Drax The Destroyer. But Davey, I hate to be the bearer of bad news...
Knight enters the ring, standing as far away from Batista as possible.
LA Knight: If anyone is the favorite in this match, 'ya looking at him. And I don't need a catchphrase to tell 'ya that. 'Ya think that you're the only one on a roll, Batista? 'Ya think 2023 is going to be your year? Why exactly? Because you beat Kyle O'Reilly? By disqualification? Congratulations, real impressive. I just beat the Intercontinental Champion! You beating Cody Rhodes or Ciampa is nowhere near as impressive as what I've done in the short amount of time that I've been back. I've put every Champion on notice. No title is safe; no Contender is safe. That includes you. Because I don't care if 'ya big; I don't care if 'ya come out here in a 3-piece suit that you obviously bought from Men's Warehouse. The bottom line is this, when I came back, I said nothing was going to stop me from reaching the top. That includes you and 28 other DUMMIES that I'll send flying over the top rope as I punch my ticket to the Main Event of the biggest stage in this business. Well...would 'ya look at that, I guess I did have one more catchphrase for 'ya, 'ya overrated stack of crap.
Knight makes an unwise decision and turns his back to Batista.
LA Knight: Needless to say, that goes for everyone in the back. 'Ya could be the bottom of the totem pole or the top of the food chain; it really doesn't matter to ol' L...A....Knight. Either way, I'm dumpin' all of 'ya out of my ring and getting what I deserve. So bring on the diabetic douchebag. Bring on the Nightmare with the terrible neck tattoo. Bring on the redneck mayor. None of 'ya are stoppin' this Gravy Train from headin' to WrestleMania. And that's not an insult...
Before Knight can finish, he is interrupted.
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Post by crann on Dec 30, 2022 1:02:56 GMT -6
BEHOLD THE KING... ...KING NOTHINGAs the iconic Metallica banger hits the PA, the fans erupt with a huge pop for an unexpected return. It's Rumble season, and that naturally means a few old faces are gonna come back around. Sure enough, from the back emerges the former "King Nothing" himself, Triple H! The man marches down to the ring in a suit and tie, jogs up the steps and scrapes his boots on the apron before passing between the ropes and stalking the ring amid much fanfare.Hunter heads to the timekeeping side of the ring, collecting an offered microphone and turning that thing on to address this capacity crowd.TRIPLE HFour years ago, almost to this day, I returned to this company promising that I would introduce the world to the single greatest wrestler to ever lace his boots and step into a UWF ring. I sold you all on something that was a dream – my dream – but, it was also a lie. Because I led you all to believe that I had scouted some hot new talent that would blow you all away, and it was actually just me.The goodwill of the fans still holds, despite the reminder of the King's ego. He nods, and keeps talking over the buzz in the stands.That run lasted a year, culminating in a career-ending injury at the 2019 Royal Rumble. I never won any titles during that run, but I like to think I established something of a framework for success that men after me followed and improved upon. Men like CM Punk. Edge. Icons of this industry. And now, here I am, returned three years later to a UWF ring and I have a message for all of you: I am here to represent a genuine, new talent who I believe will take everything those men and others have achieved and surpass it all. A man who will carve his name into every UWF history book, and whose face will become synonymous with this company going forward.HHH grins as the fans slowly start to abandon him. Some are even booing him, expecting a repeat of his aforementioned antics.Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I give you...BRONSON STEINER!!!The sound of a siren erupts on the PA as the second-generation star's name is announced by King Nothing. The fans react in a mixed way as the siren gives way to another memorable Metallica riff and the big man emerges to make his way to the ring.
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Post by Jye on Dec 30, 2022 6:21:58 GMT -6
Buzzard is sitting in the rafters with a microphone as he speaks...
No... No... No you guys don't get to overlook the man that is going to win this Rumble. You'll be on the floor looking up as the BRISTOL BORN BASTARD Leyton Buzzard walks out of this match with my rightfully earned opportunity. "WHAT?" These things won't let me get a word in but you men and women will struggle to deal with Leyton Buzza- "What!?". SHUT UP LET A REAL MAN SPE--"What?!"
I swear these THINGS don't understand when the shut the heck up; I was SAYING that no matter the lineage of your bloodline or how loud you can say your catchphrase because THE ONLY thing that matters is that Buzzard is in the prime seat to take you all out and win the ROYAL RUMBLE and bring home everything I DESERVE I am sick and tired of these THINGS controlling everything I did and now I will be taking anything I want and you ca--
Buzzard is caught right in the cheek with a tomato; WHERE the hell did the fans in attendance get these rotten things?, He goes to speak again before another tomato hits him right in the chest...
CON-SPI-RACY you and management are all apart of not wanting ME to succeed I will do anything to EARN what is rightfully mine. I will send Batista back to Hollywood and take his false championship and make it legitimate, I will beat down LA Knight until he opens up modeling agency because when I AM DONE with him the orthodontics work needed to fix his grin will make a English man BLUSH. And Bron Steiner I mean you've yet to prove anything yet people will still put you on a pedestal over me. I will be the one with the last laugh here and--
Buzzard is interrupted yet again by the crowd mockingly singing "Who Are You" Buzzard quickly raises a microphone to his lips...
I am LEYTON BUZZ-- "who who"
Buzzard throws a tantrum before...
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Post by Xander on Dec 30, 2022 16:42:29 GMT -6
“Better Than You” starts to play and the fans turn their heads to the entrance ramp where Maxwell Jacob Friedman struts out. He has Sir William Regal at his side and it looks like Regal wants to keep him in the back. MJF waves him off and starts walking to the ring, Mr. Regal opens the ropes for MJF who goes in and pulls a microphone from his back pocket. MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: I’m sorry guys, really I am. I tried to stay in the back, let you guys all run your mouths. I even let Davey boy say my name and still I stood in the back. But I just couldn’t take it anymore, this joke has gone on long enough. We all know who is winning the Royal Rumble, we don’t need to pretend like it was determined the second the ink hit the paper on my contract. Hell, that’s why I was signed when I was so that UWF could finally have a Wrestlemania worth watching, with MJF in the main event. MJF looks at the other men in the ring who don’t look happy, but he gives a shrug and a smug smile. MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: You can all walk out here and lay out all your accomplishments, everything you’ve done so far in this company. And I guess Leyton can keep crying in the rafters since he hasn’t accomplished anything in his life. But what you all need to remember is that those accomplishments were in the Pre-MJF UWF, so they don’t mean a damn thing. When I came to this company the world changed and it’s time you all realized it. This is now my time and this is about to become my company. There’s real competition here now, not morons in S\shark masks, Hollywood wannabes or half brained bleach blonde British children pretending to play wrestler. MJF looks up to Leyton and blows him a kiss as he’s still throwing his temper tantrum. MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: I came to this company for two reasons….a hell of a lot of money and to take this fledgling little nothing company on my back, bringing it to a level it's never experienced before. And there’s no surprise it hasn’t if this is the competition for the Royal Rumble. Between Davey Boy trying to horseshoe in his word a day calendar vocabulary in, or LA Knights mindless dribble, I mean these are your front runners? And then there’s you, Paul...or I’m sorry Trips. You are supposed to be the smartest guy in wrestling, the cerebral assassin, that’s what Good Ol’ JR used to push down our throats. And now that you are a broken down old man, your chosen warrior is another Steiner? I mean lest we forget no member of the Steiner family has ever drawn money, hell WCW died with Scott Steiner as champion until the final night. So your answer is to manage the seed of the less successful Steiner…maybe that brain is as broken down as your body. MJF happy with himself looks back to Mr. Regal who beckons him over. Mr. Regal whispers something in his ear that makes MJF smile and step back to the center of the ring. MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Mr. Regal reminded me that he has probably spent the most time around you Paul, since you were a little WCW Blue Blood and he has always felt the cerebral assassin was a huge overstatement, so maybe this choice does make a little bit more sense. Either way gentlemen, not that I really care about wasting the time of these mouth breathers here in the arena, or that cesspool of dirt and incest that is our television audience. I think you’ve run your mouths enough and now we can all let the world know there’s no need to tune into the Royal Rumble because the winner has already been decided. And it’s the only man who can build this company up to the next level with his own two, beautifully manicured hands. The fans erupt with more boos while MJF shows off his hands to Mr. Regal who shakes his head and gives his approval of how beautifully they have been manicured.
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Post by Fauche on Dec 31, 2022 16:47:25 GMT -6
Oh snap! Weeeeee-ooooooh, woooo-awooooooh - that's the sounds the synthetic strings make at the start of Linkin Park's best song, Faint. It makes the crowd go bananas. Super bananas. They're sick and tired of listening to all these guys they don't even like talk so much. They can't wait for Kyle O'Reilly to get out here and flip the script on all of 'em.
The Diabetic Dragon storms out on to the ramp like he means business. Fists? Clenched. Jaw? Clenched. Attitude? Cuh-lenched, brother. He's coming out in lock-step with that breakbeat boom-bop rhythm, like it's a part of his soul. Like if you took out his bones and turned them into instruments for other skeletons to play on the slops of Bald Mountain for the infernal entertainment of Chernabog himself, "Faint" is the sound that would come out. Our boy is dialed in, and that dial goes all the way to eleven.
Suffice it to say, the man who tied for second-place in Aztec Warfare on the same night he won the tag titles a few years back is coming in with a lot of confidence. Its just dripping off him, like the flavoured, technicoloured juice sweat off of athletes in Gatorade commercials back in 2004. Despite how damp he looks, the fans are reaching over the guard rail to cop a high five but unfortunately for them, O'Reilly is too deep into the zone to even notice. He's got all of his attention focused on the gaggle of goons standing up in the squared circle.
It goes without saying that his step-sister Bayley is following close behind, watching his six. Who could have predicted these two getting along so well? Not you. I bet you thought they'd never last. After all, Kyle said he didn't need a partner. He's all about that lone-wolf life now. And let's face it, the Royal Rumble can only be won by one person except for that one year when it was a tie. But Bayley isn't married to EC3 so that's not really a option here. Point is, they both can't win in, but here's Bayley, supporting her step-bro with the kinda loyalty you'd expect to see from blood-relatives but not from grown up siblings who just met like three months ago. This is some uncharted territory in the UWF. Heck, in all of wrestling history. Once again, Kyle O'Reilly is pushing the social boundaries of the graps.
The next boundary he pushes is the comfort zones of every single wrestler standing up in the ring, cause when he steps through the ropes to join them there, the vibe changes immediately. It's uncomfortable now. Moreso than it was already. It's hostile. It's combustible. It's like there's a horse in the hospital waiting room. Something's about to go haywire for sure. And that's the x-factor that the Human Swiss Army Knife brings to the table. All these other guys are some basic britches operating on the most obvious wavelength. Cliche. Played-out. Blander than white wonder bread. But Kyle? Homeboy's got diet swamp water running through his veins. There's no telling what he's gonna do next. He might not even know. It's like if you were going to fight any one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, you might stand a chance. Maybe. If you were highly skilled. What if all four of them conjoined together like some kinda Voltron Megazord, though? What then? Now you're fighting a eight-armed abomination unto God. Like if Goro and Machamp did the fusion dance and mastered every weapong like Michelle Yeoh in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. It's game over. And that the game that's over isn't even the one you thought you were playing, cause it's like Kyle is playing the game and you're his little brother and he handed you a controller that wasn't even plugged in and told you that you were Diddy Kong following behind him in DKC.
Meanwhile, he found himself a mic. Bayley did too, in case she wants to use it later. We'll see. The night is young and there's gonna be a lot of chit chat to come. But Kyle, man, he starts it off plain and simple, cause honestly, there isn't even that much he needs to say.
Looking around the ring, at new faces like LA Knight's and MJF to an old enemy in Triple H and then settling specifically on his current arch nemesis, Dave Batista, he lifts his microphone to his perfect lips.KO'R: I am going to annihilate every last stinking one of you. The fans explode into cheers cause they BELIEVE that he believes that, and like the little engine that could, that might just be enough. Bayley crosses her arms like that's what's up and Kyle steps back having thrown the gauntlet down.
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Post by AndyDNU on Jan 1, 2023 8:15:27 GMT -6
?? Oh really?…One of the pops of the night quickly follows the mysterious words, as the crowd in attendance knows the exact sound of the voice that’s speaking them. Suddenly the ring apron begins to move on one side and within a matter of seconds, Danhausen rolls out from underneath to an even bigger pop, confirming that he will once again be part of Royal Rumble proceedings. The UWF Intercontinental Champion takes a moment to look at the surroundings properly before he raises the microphone in his hand to follow up his response to Kyle O’Reilly’s bone chilling statement.Danhausen Pardon the interruption Mr Diabesity, but Danhausen is somewhat disinclined to agree with you fully on that one. You see, there are many foes set to compete in Danhausen’s second ever Monarch Earthquake match, and pretty much all of them are worthy of a fate both worse than and equal to annihilation, but on this occasion it shall be Danhausen that will be inflicting the brunt of these methods on those who dare to stand in his way to glory, because it’s the only way that he can fully earn his redemption from just falling short in last year’s contest.As Danhausen prepares to elaborate on his history in the Rumble, he begins to pace back and forward, still outside of the ring but where everyone can see him.Danhausen For those who forgot or were not lucky enough to be part of the human year two -twenty-two proceedings, allow Danhausen to remind you all that he entered in third position and ended up lasting the longest out of all the participants, before he was eventually eliminated by his old arch-nemesis Italian Tom. This was a tough experience, but also hugely insightful and beneficial, because it’s allowed Danhausen to adapt, learn and strategize his approach in order to make sure that he gets it right at the second attempt. And whilst a lot of you may indeed think that you have what it takes to keep Danhausen down just because you managed to overcome him in different circumstances previously, you genuinely have no idea what lengths Danhausen will go to in order to win this time around.The determination in the very nice, very evil one is clear to see, and he then turns his attention to Batista and LA Knight, two individuals he has gone toe to toe with previously.Danhausen Here’s looking at you Davetista, and you too Al Soldier. You both emerged victorious against Danhausen the last time he had the misfortune of sharing a fighting environment with you, and in both instances you were each keen to brag about it in order to shove your cursed agendas down the fanhausens throats. All Danhausen can say for now is that the billhausen comes due, and if you think that the same fortune from past occasions will be with you when the Monarch Earthquake begins, then you’re both in for the rudest of rude awakenings!Another pop follows Danhausen’s jibe at his past opponents as he then moves on to address the other participants of the match who he is not as familiar with.Danhausen Fear not, Danhausen has not forgotten about the rest of you, because whilst none of you who are currently stood in or around the vicinity have directly locked hornhausens with Danhausen yet, the meaning of the original message does not change. Because any and all threats, no matter where they originally hail from or whatever underlying health conditions they may have, are still exactly that, threats. And it’s extinguishing those threats by throwing them over the top ropehausen one after the other which will ultimately propel Danhausen to the higher glory that he desires and deserves. So by all means, continue to associate yourselves with old Ultimate Wrestling relics and shoot words until you’re blue in the facehausen, your fates will all still be the same when it’s all said and done.A round of “Danhausen” chants start to fill the arena which Danhausen takes a moment to lap up before he continues to express his feelings on the upcoming big match.Danhausen Danhausen gets it. You all want to win. You all want your glorious moment. But don’t kid yourselves into thinking you want it more than Danhausen does, because all you’re doing is setting up false hope that will be dashed in a moments notice. Danhausen is going to win this match in order to not only secure his opportunity to settle some old scorehausens with either Fish Man or Italian Tom, but to also to cement his already impressive legacy as one of the Ultimate Wrestling’s greatest. So that when the day finally comes for Danhausen to return to Someplace Far Away, he will do so as the conquering hero that shut you all up and left each of you with humble pie all over your hideous faces!As Danhausen raises his finger and points it in the direction of every competitor in the vicinity, he is then interrupted by the sound of…
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Post by ada2 on Jan 1, 2023 9:50:38 GMT -6
We all know the story.
Of what this match is and more than that. What this match can shift and branch into. A creation that was truly ahead of it’s time. Countless people within the ring. From all walks of life, from all positions as well. Some of them, have reached the highest of highs. Most of them can only sit back and dream. Watch from afar as others, race ahead of them, wondering when the fuck it is going to be there turn. When are they going to get called upon. When is there ticket going to be punched and the sad truth of it all is that it is not going to happen. There is not someone just sitting in the back, looking at everyone and going, yes. He is the next star. He is the next world champion. He is the next major player. How he wishes it was that easy and the same for so many others as well. Wishing for nothing more, than someone to give them there big break in life, but the sad truth of it all was really simple. No one was going to do shit for you. No one was going to handpick you. No one was going to make you into something.
You had to do it on your own.
So you needed a chance and believe me, the mad king has had more chances than anyone else. And with the chances, excuses as well, but he always threw his hands up into the air and admitted to them in the end. That he dropped the ball, he fucked up. He let it all slip through his fingers, but one day a year, this little match comes along. The brain child of nothing short of a legend. Were so many men, who had chances, who had no chances, are thrown the fuck into the ring and told the simple thing. Last one within the ring. Last one standing. Last man there, gets there ticket punched. Gets there fucking golden ticket at long last and that … well fuck. That is what we are talking about. There are some men here, who don’t need this match, they will make it in the end, then you have someone like him. The clock is ticking on his ass, time for him is running out and with that, chances as well. No one was going to give him another crack at the title.
So he had to make a chance himself.
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty. Did it even fucking matter how many men, walked into this ring when this shit storm begins. Everyone coming out for this, yeah. They all wanted the same thing. They all have the same dream in the end and it was something he made a point about. It was something he hammered home time and time again. You were here, to win the main championship. If you were not here for that, then what the fuck were you doing here anyway. If you did not want to be the best, then you were a complete and utter waste of time. Nothing more, nothing less. He knew what he wanted. From the moment he walked into this company, he knew were he needed to go. Right to the top and has it been easy for him, of course not. He has made more mistakes than he can count and he knows, this was truly one of the last chances he had within himself. How many more chances, was someone like him going to get. He was staring fate right in the eyes tonight and unlike so many others, he was not going to blink. He knew what he had to do and he was more than ready for it.
He also knew, what mess he was in for with this match. Twenty years this, twenty years that. All the jabs and insults you can possibly think about. It comes with this. He knew it and he was ready for it. He was older than most. Hurt more than everyone else here and while we are at it, fatter than everyone else. Hardly the image anyone wanted for someone to win the royal rumble and move on to the showdown of a life time, but that was it. He was not like everyone else and he never wanted to be anyone else, other than himself.
So yeah, the match was clear for someone like him and it suited him right down to the finer details. Every single man for themselves. Great, he fucking hated everyone anyway. He didn’t have friends, he barely had enemies, because for him, he didn’t have time for grudges, anyone who got pissed at him, well tonight was the night they could take there crack at him and see how well it goes for them at the end of it all. This is what, he has been waiting for, an entire year. No one here, can hold him back. No one here, can say he does not belong. This was open to anyone at all, no matter there past, there mistakes, the fucking times they had dropped the ball. Nah. All of that can just flutter away, as long as you can do it. As long as you can go the distance and there was no one quite like him. Who has knocked off champion after champion, made his bones here, beating every single person who doubted him. If the entire roster wanted to try and throw him out, good. Fuck them. Let them try, it was the only chance they had against him.
Because for real this time, for all seriousness, you will never hear it with so much passion, he was here, to win the entire thing and go on to how showdown with destiny itself.
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