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Post by Danny on Mar 10, 2023 1:04:18 GMT -6
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Post by Cwalker on Mar 11, 2023 13:03:38 GMT -6
The biggest show of the year is almost upon us. Championships will be decided. Rivalries will end. But this personal issue will finally be resolved.
L...A....Knight!
"Knight Vision" begins playing and everyone knows who is about to make their presence known. And sure enough, her he comes bursting through the curtain. It's the man everyone loves to hate. He goes by many monikers. The "Thursday Night Thriller", the "Man of The Hour", and The "Million Dollar Megastar". Universally, he is known as LA Knight. Knight stands on the stage as the heat rains down on him, before reminding the entire world exactly who he is.
Knight saunters down the ramp towards the ring. He leaps onto the apron and climbs to the top before throwing up the trademark "LA" sign that he has become infamous for.
Knight drops from the rope and back onto the apron before entering the ring. He heads to the far corner before motioning for a microphone from the ringside technician. He is handed one, and his music begins to fade.
LA Knight: YEAH!!!!
I see we're starting early.
LA Knight: I said....YEAH!!!!
Wrestling fans love to chant stuff so there is a faint "YEAH!" in response.
LA Knight: Pipe down, dummies. A star is talking. In case 'ya been living under a rock the past few months, the biggest show of the year is right around the corner. And 'ya can't have the biggest show of the year without the biggest star of the year. And is yours truly, L....A....Knight!
The fans do not agree with Knight's assessment of himself and they let him know very loudly.
LA Knight: And for those of 'ya that have been paying attention, which L...A....Knight knows is few, because none of 'ya ingrates can afford to pay anything...
Sometimes cheap heat is the best heat
LA Knight: 'Ya would know that L...A...Knight goes one on one with the "Dramatic Diabetic Douchebag" himself, Kyle O'Reilly.
There's a massive pop for the current Hollywood Champion and Primetime Medal holder, the "Diabetic Dragon", Kyle O'Reilly.
LA Knight: 'Ya see, this match had to happen. For months, O'Reilly has been so jealous of L...A...Knight. He's jealous of L....A....Knight's record-breaking, star-making performance at the Royal Rumble. A Rumble, I remind 'ya, that L...A....Knight threw the Canadian Coward over the top rope and eliminated his ass. He's jealous that L...A....Knight is single-handedly the hottest, rising star in UWF today. And Kyle O'Reilly hates L....A....Knight's because very, very soon, L....A....Knight is going to take the only remaining family he has left in this business. That's right O'Reilly, it's only a matter of time before baby sister Bayley leaves her dummy brother and realizes that L...A....Knight is the real Gravy Train to the top. YEAH!
Knight saunters around the ring as the heat rains down. He mean mugs to the live crowd as he thinks of his next words.
LA Knight: But O'Reilly, L...A...Knight has to admit, he wanted this match just as badly as 'ya did. And 'ya wanna know why? Because ever since L...A....Knight came back to the UWF, he's had to hear about all these names. He's had to hear about the great conqueror, Shark Boy. News flash, L...A...Knight beat him. He had to hear about the C-List de-fanged Animal, Batista. L...A....Knight? Beat him!! L...A....Knight had to hear about Sami Zayn and how he's this genius. L...A...Knight can tell 'ya that he ain't seen it. But then, there's...you.
LA Knight stares directly into the camera.
LA Knight: L...A....Knight heard about Kyle O'Reilly. About how Kyle O'Reilly is the heart and soul of UWF. They told L...A....Knight that Kyle O'Reilly is the best thing going in UWF. Wrong! L...A...KNIGHT is the best thing going in UWF today. And L...A...Knight needs to prove it on the Grandest Stage of Them All. But, the sweetest part of all this, O'Reilly, is that when all of this is said and done, L...A...Knight will have taken everything away from 'ya. He'll have beaten 'ya. 'Ya sister will be on L...A....Knight's arm. And if 'ya make it to WrestleMania with it, L...A....knight will take that little trinket too. Then, when it's all said and done, Kyle O'Reilly will be left with nothin'. No family; no medal; no pride. And 'ya can all thank L...A....Knight for that. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life!
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Post by mrleedles on Mar 11, 2023 23:30:52 GMT -6
...The night has finally arrived. It has been a long, arduous year...but the night is here...Wrestlemania XII is upon us...and now? Now there is only one more way to go..."TOOOOOOOOOO THE MOOOOOOOOOON~!!!"With the alt. rock hit resounding throughout the atmosphere surrounding them, the electricity of the crowd is turned into volcanic-levels of vitriol...and all because of one man making his presence known. One winner of the 2023 Royal Rumble match..."Mister" Trevor Lee. Pointing out to the crowd, the mayor of Harlan, Kentucky remains to be ever the optimist, smiling in the face of countless frowns and a sea of boos washing over him. Now though, it is clear: none of them matter...not compared to what is at hand.Striding down to the ringside area, Trevor would stop at the steel steps, looking over them...and with a deep breath, he takes them one stride at a time, making each and every motion count. Once on the apron, he stops, thinking for a second about posing...but he knows it just isn't worth it now-OH WHO ARE WE KIDDING, IT'S ABSOLUTELY WORTH IT. Trevor gladly grandstands when given the opportunity, basking in the sheer reaction being given to his mere existence. And if the people are reacting this strongly to him now...wait until they hear what he has to say. With Lee procuring a microphone upon entering the ring, his music fades, and Lee is left alone, front-and-center, facing down his own destiny... Trevor Lee: "Ladies, gentlemen, an' those o' ya' out 'ere in this wonderful audience who prefer to go by a different moniker...this is it."An exhale escapes from betwixt Trevor's lips, a sigh echoing out in the near-silence given to the Mayor, as he delivers his final address.Trevor Lee: "This is the final night I got left...an' folks...I gotta' level wit' ya' right 'bout now: Part of me, deep down inside...is scared..."Letting that sink in, Lee would sigh heavily once more, seeming to be...perhaps remorseful? Was...was this a side of humanity to the mayor?Letting the pause run its full course, Lee raises the microphone once more...Trevor Lee: "...I feel scared, folks...".....But after that utterance...Trevor Lee: "...I feel scared...but it ain't for myself."A sickening smile begins to form on the face of one Mister Trevor Lee. An appearance that is all too familiar to these fans...a rather serpentine grin that has accompanied Lee on every last endeavor he has pursued, with this clearly being no exception. And then...Trevor Lee: "Folks, lemme tell ya' right 'ere, right now, that I ain't feelin' scared for anyone 'cept for mista' Shark, 'cause tonight, he has to act as the sacrifice for my ascension beyon' this mortality o' mine!"The cackling begins. Loud, thunderous cackling, booming over all the boos, all the jeers, all the scorn, the malice, the hatred...all of it falls in comparison to the sinister Mayor's mirth.Trevor Lee: "Ya' see folks, waaaaayyyyy back when I was still holdin' onto that piece o' fool's gol' known as the U-Dubya-Eff Television Championship durin' my RECORD-SETTIN' reign, I made one thin' quite clear to each an' every one o' ya' not jus' in attendance 'ere, but all 'round the worl'. That this night...this was all jus' part o' my own destiny. The same destiny that brought me to my RECORD-SETTIN' reign as the U-Dubya-Eff Television Champion, the same destiny that brought me to winnin' the Royal Rumble match from the once-cursed numba' thirteen position, heck, the same destiny that brought me to the U-Dubya-Eff in the firs' place! Tonight...tonight is jus' the final stop on my destined path, folks. The last hurdle placed in front o' me by God himself as one final test, one final challenge, one final trial so that I may join him in his pantheon up above..."Lee raises one finger to the sky for a few moments, before then lowering it so that way the index finger is right in front of his face.Trevor Lee: "As the one an' only God o' professional 'rasslin."Letting his smile grow wide once more, Lee throws the hand down and away from his own face.Trevor Lee: "After all, he already has put me in fron' o' so many tasks, all to test my very merit as a professional 'rassler. He placed me 'gainst an advocate of the Devil himself, an' wit' the strength o' Harlan on my side, I overcame mista' Viper to claim the U-Dubya-Eff Television Title."
"He placed me 'gainst a fallen angel, one who had sunken to levels that were seen as unsightly in the eyes o' the Lord, an' now? Now that man is nothin' more than a rantin', ravin' lunatic, claimin' that it shoulda' been HIM in my shoes, yet the truth o' the matter is, mista' Buzzard, ya' had ya' chance to be the Lord's chosen disciple an' ya' blew it for the ad-u-la-tion o' these heathens."
"He placed me 'gainst a pair o' snakes, one wit' the Devil's own stone cold blood coursin' through his veins, the other wit' an oh-so-devilish forked tongue that constantly lashes out at those whom he stans' 'gainst. He pit me 'gainst the two o' them, an' even wit' the numbers dis-advantage, I rose to the occasion an' walked away wit' a record intact."
"Then...then came mista' Nightmare..."Lee, clearly smiling still, shakes his head at this.Trevor Lee: "Then came mista' Nightmare...an' even wit' constant failure at the hans' o' my frien' Andy, I soon realized just what the purpose was o' this challenger to my own throne - that in order to become God, I had to shed my mantle o' king first an' foremost."Tapping the side of his temple with his index finger, Trevor Lee looks on at the fans, all of them clearly enraptured in his explanation...and by that, it's meant they are booing the absolute hell out of him.Trevor Lee: "So I took my bow to the new king o' Television, an' I was rewarded for it by the Lord by bein' given the chance I had scratched an' clawed for ever since I joined this 'ere company in May. I was given the path o' destiny that led me through twenty nine other men, an' now...you are all that remains in my way, mista' Shark."Turning towards the entrance ramp, Lee would keep his distance from the ropes, knowing just how this opponent truly works...or, at least, he believes he does.Trevor Lee: "Mista' Shark, ya' remain as the final barrier that the lan' down below has erected to try an' keep me from my dream, from my destiny, from my BIRTHRIGHT! So I implore ya', mista' Shark, say whatever it is that ya' want! Talk 'bout ya' friens' who 'ave worked right alon'side ya' in attemptin' to derail the oncomin' freight train ya' been stood in front o' since January! Talk 'bout ya' precious lair where ya' get to lounge 'round, drink some o' the Devil's brew an' think 'bout them glory days! Talk 'bout ya' accomplishments an' ya' successes from past lives, or how ya' arm remains injured thanks to the rightful divine wrath ya' suffered, or anythin' else! 'Cause at the en' o' our battle, all that is goin' to remain o' ya' precious kingdom, mista' Shark, is ya' mask sittin' by my side an' ya' body buried six feet deep!"With nothing but a neutral face on display, Lee would gladly invite the champion on down to his ring, trying to showcase his adversary one last attempt at southern hospitality... |
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Post by Fauche on Mar 12, 2023 12:03:51 GMT -6
Knight's cringey little "Hear Me Roar" moment ends to boos and jeers, with a smattering of "YOU SUCK" chants bubbling up around the arena. When the lights cut out, however, the crowd turns on a dime. A new energy fills the place up and the thousands in attendance loose their minds when a familiar tune hums through those speakers...Synthetic violin. Breakbeat. Riff. Diabetic Dragon.
Kyle O'Reilly storms out on to the ramp, Hollywood Championship around his waist, Prime Time Medal around his neck. There's no rocking-and-rolling tonight. No playing it up for the crowd. No goofing around. The Human Swiss Army Knife stomps a warpath down to the ring, with Bayley following right behind him.  The step-siblings climb up into the squared circle, strong vibes of rancor and pique as they join LA Knight between the ropes. There's a palpable intensity in the air - the atmosphere is filthy with violent opportunity. Its combustible. It's teetering on the edge. Kyle and Bayley stand across the ring from the Thursday Night Thriller, maybe twelve, fourteen feet apart. That gap is fully loaded and ready to burst like a water balloon. The sibs got mics so they must be here to talk, but there's no reason to think this is going to stay civilized for long. Not after everything these people have put each other through.
When the music fades and the crowd quiets down, it's the "Good Guy" who kicks things off. She eyes Knight up and down and shakes her head.Bayley: Why I oughta just come over there and slap the stupid out of your mouth right now before you embarrass yourself some more.
A pop from the crowd suggests they'd like that a lot. Kyle doubles down.KO'R: Yeah. And I oughta come over there and put you in a armbar so nasty it snaps yours bones and makes you bleed from your eyeballs and then you piss all over yourself like a stupid baby.
Concerned mumbling around the crowd from some parents who'd prefer that the Canuck wouldn't get so vivid with the threats. Bayley raises a calming hand towards LA to de-escalate things before it all gets out of hand.Bayley: Relax, buddy. We're not gonna do that. You wanna know why? Tell him why, Kyle.
KO'R: Cause we're gonna wait.
Bayley: That's right. We're gonna wait.
KO'R: You got from now up until the bell rings for our match to keep talking smack and acting like a tough guy so I suggest you enjoy that while it lasts. I don't know how long exactly that is, but its the last time in your life you're gonna be able to pretend you're not some dorkwad fraud who talks himself into problems his fists can't fight their way out of. It's also gonna be the last time for a while you're gonna be able to form a coherent sentence without a fifth-degree concussion jumbling up the words in your brain.
Kyle points past Knight to the timekeeper's area.KO'R: The second that bell rings, it's game over, dude. You finally get got. You try and get things done by playing games and stealing Medals and dating sisters. I get things done by smashing people.
You think I give a spit about how well you did in the Rumble you didn't even win, or that you beat some guys that I already beat? You think I give even the teensiest, weensiest heck about your stupid journey of self-fulfillment or whatever the frick? Nah. No way.
You aren't strong or scary or serious. Alls you are is the guy that can't take the hint. Like when Eddie Kingston chased you out of the company a few years ago - ya know, the last time you thought you'd win the Prizz Tizz Mizzle. Or like when you go on dates and you can't even tell that every woman on the planet thinks you're a gross slug man like Jabba the Hut. Or like when there's a boatload of footage of me massacring dudes who crossed the line and you think you're too good for that same thing to happen to you. Like... are you just allergic to what's super obvious?O'Reilly gives his opponent a bewildered look then continues.KO'R: Whatever. This is how this goes - that bell rings, I stomp you and slam you and then I break your arm. It's gonna take every Ref and security goon EC3's got to drag me off whatever's left of you. You spent too much time worrying about how to pick a fight with me and not enough time worrying about what being in a fight with me is actually gonna look like. Newsflash, A-Hole, you coulda just asked for this match and I woulda done it weeks ago. But you had to be a douchecanoe about it so now its mother effing personal. So I'm not just gonna be like Trevor Lee and beat you like the last time you went after a title - I'm gonna cripple your body and ruin your Wrestlemania dream cause I hate you and you deserve it.
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Post by Cwalker on Mar 12, 2023 14:29:54 GMT -6
As O'Reilly gives the floor back to his WrestleMania opponent, the "Namer of Dummies" is quick to respond.
LA Knight: 'Ya know....Let Me Talk To 'Ya!
LA Knight: L...A....Knight has to keep hearing about how years ago, L...A....Knight couldn't cut the mustard. L...A...Knight heard it from that bum Kingston. L....A....Knight heard it from the "Hick of Harland." And now L...A....Knight has to hear it from this asshole. It's almost like all of 'ya are unoriginal. It's almost like all of 'ya refuse to stop living in the past and start living in the present. Because here's the present for 'ya, dummy!. Here and now, L....A....Knight is untouchable!
The live audience begins to boo as O'Reilly and Bayley make a "yeah, right" face.
LA Knight: Shut up, dummies! All of 'ya know a lie hasn't been told. But 'ya O'Reilly, 'ya wanna bring up Trevor Lee and L...A....Knight chasing the Television Championship. Well,, let's talk about it. L...A...Knight needs 'ya to go head and take a look at the record books. Cause if 'ya do, 'ya will realize that Trevor Lee has not beaten L...A....Knight. The only reason L...A....Knight isn't standing here right now Television Champion is cause of his inbred bodyguard and the fact that he picked the bones off a useless bald headed no talent having bastard, that should've never been in the match. And since 'ya brought Lee up, let's talk about the Royal Rumble and how L...A...Knight took that greasy hillbilly, put him through that table there and sent him to hell. So bringing up L...A....Knight's presumed failures with that Hick isn't a good argument. Because as far as L...A....Knight is concerned, the "Main Event", and L...A....Knight uses that term very loosely; the Main Event of WrestleMania is nothing more than L...A....Knight's bitch!
There's an "OOOOHHHH" and an audible gasp from the live audience. Bayley and O'Reilly continue to listen; not exactly knowing where Knight is going with this.
LA Knight: L...A...Knight has said it before and L...A...Knight will say it again, it doesn't matter which one of them leaves WrestleMania as Champion. Because the truth of the matter is, L...A....Knight has next. But before L...A....Knight can get his hands on the ten pounds of gold, L...A...Knight needs to deal with 'ya.
Okay, now we've come full circle and the focus is back on O'Reilly.
LA Knight: Kyle, 'ya say 'ya hate L...A....Knight. And 'ya know something, L...A....Knight knows 'ya do. It's actually something that L...A....Knight has been banking on. Because while L...A....Knight knows that an angry Kyle O'Reilly is a dangerous Kyle O'Reilly, L...A...Knight also knows that an angry Kyle O'Reilly is also a sloppy Kyle O'Reilly. Isn't that why 'ya lost to Batista at Slammiversary? 'Ya couldn't keep 'ya composure. And look at 'ya now, L...A....Knight has gotten under 'ya skin much more than Batista could have. 'Ya seeing red, ain't ya? 'Ya want to get 'ya hands on L...A....Knight. And 'ya wanna know what's gonna happen at WrestleMania? 'Ya gonna be so angry, that 'ya make a mistake. And mind 'ya, L...A....Knight is no Batista. L...A....Knight is very much a student of this game. And all it's gonna take is for 'ya to make that one mistake and BAM!...
Knight suddenly snaps his fingers.
LA Knight: And just like that....Gravy Train, BFT, L...A...Knight beats Kyle O'Reilly.
Knight briefly turns his attention to Bayley.
LA Knight: And sweet cheeks, don't 'ya worry. When L...A....Knight beats 'ya sorry excuse for a brother and takes that little toy from around his neck, L...A....Knight will let 'ya carry it around for him. Pretty sure the last time L...A....Knight wore it, his neck started to itch anyway. But L...A....Knight guesses that's what happens with cheap jewelry. The two of 'ya would know.
Knight turns his attention back to Cool Kyle.
LA Knight: 'Ya say L...A....Knight talks himself into problems that his fists can't fight their way out of. L...A....Knight has to say, 'ya are just like Batista. 'Ya obviously don't watch the show. So, let L...A....Knight be the one to give 'ya a Newflash, douchebag. Over the past what, 6? 7? weeks, L...A....Knight has beaten 3 World Champions. That sounds like L...A....Knight's fists are doing just fine. But how bout 'ya? What? 'Ya beat a rich boy? The same rich boy that made 'ya sister tap out while 'ya did nothing?
LA Knight looks back at Bayley.
LA Knight: If it were L...A....Knight, princess, that would've never happened. Because the only time 'ya should be tapping out is when 'ya with L...A....knight. YEAH!
The innuendo in that last comment makes O'Reilly lunge at Knight. But Bayley gets in front of him. She tells him, "We're going to wait, remember?". Knight is all smiles as this transpires.
LA Knight: Oh Kyle! Kyle, Kyle, Kyle. When 'ya gonna realize that "smashing" people isn't the only way. Told 'ya that 'ya playing L...A....Knight's game. L...A....Knight is under 'ya skin. And it's gonna cost ya. It's gonna cost 'ya that...
Knight points to the Primetime Medal.
LA Knight: It's gonna cost 'ya her...
Knight points back to Bayley.
LA Knight: And after WrestleMania, all Kyle O'Reilly will have left is the prayer that he can go home and that his husband hasn't left him for being such a disappointment.
Wow. Okay. O'Reilly said this was personal and LA Knight is taking that to the extreme. O'Reilly gently moves Bayley aside and he and Knight get nose to nose. But Knight isn't done talking just yet.
LA Knight: YEAH!
Now Knight is done talking and allows his WrestleMania adversary to respond. |
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Post by Dres on Mar 14, 2023 21:56:04 GMT -6
The crowd are sitting patiently, waiting for something to happen and luckily enough for them, the silence is drowned out with some very known words ringing out over the PA.”LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG”The crowd rise to their feet as a superstar comes out to the public eye but start booing once they see it isn’t Spike Dudley and instead Batista comes walking out. Batista walks down the ramp, his gaze fixated on the ring, as he soon arrives at the end and pivots, walking towards and then up the steel steps before making his way along the apron and stepping through the ropes. As the music fades out, he raises the microphone he’s holding up to his mouth. ”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: That’s right, boo your hearts out! Scream until your lungs collapse! Because it’s not that little shit here to give you some rah-rah speech about how the underdog is going to win the day at Wrestlemania, it’s the, “Hollywood Animal” here to tell you just the opposite. But while you’re booing me, think about why, because you should be booing him. I tried to tell him stay down, I told him to take his beating and move on with his life but he’s kept on getting involved in Guild business. It’s historically proven that I give no fucks except for when it comes to myself, the feud with Kyle O’Reilly alone is proof of that, in fact. But Spike thinks he wants the smoke, that he’s hardcore enough to take what the, “Feature Presentation” can dish out and keep coming until victory is his. Well, Spike, you must have fallen asleep below the bathroom sink because you beating me at Wrestlemania is a pipe dream you’re having.The fans continue to boo.”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: A thirty minute Ironman Tables match. Another innovative match type for the, “Final Boss” to compete in and absolutely beat some ass. Let me put this in perspective, small fry: that’s thirty…whole…minutes that I get to sling you around and hit you and put you through table after table after table. Doesn’t sound like a good day at the office for you, but it’s going to be a great one for me. Just like Revolution coming up is going to be a great one when I beat the shit out of your brothers. Hell, then I’ve just gotta dick down Stacy and I’ll have hurt everyone you love.Batista laughs as the crowd absolutely hates the low blow he took just now.”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Yeah yeah, shut the fuck up, haters! It’s time Stacy gets more than a pinky sized pecker in between her legs and finally finds out what it’s like to have an orgasm! But you fans aren’t the only ones I’ve burrowed under the skin of! I’m sure your “Uncle” is chomping at the bit to come out here and give me a piece of his mind. So come on out, pipsqueak!Batista gestures to the stage as they all await the arrival of Spike Dudley. |
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Post by Xander on Mar 15, 2023 17:55:42 GMT -6
I’M BETTER THAN YOU
AND YOU KNOW IT!
“Better than You” starts to play and with the energy of Wrestlemania so close the intensity of the fan reaction blows the roof off the arena. There is just the loudest, deafening sound of hatred you could ever imagine. These fans are bouncing out of their seats, seething with a hatred only Maxwell Jacob Friedman could bring out of someone. He struts out and just stands with his head held high taking in the hatred that in his mind sounds like a roaring crowd loving him. Then he slowly turns his head to the entrance way and out walks Sir William Regal. We haven’t seen him since the cheap shots from Eddie Kingston at UWF Spring Break. Regal begins to jaunt to catch up with MJF, but does lightly touch his jaw to show he is still feeling the beating from Kingston. As MJF jaws with the fans down the ramp he makes a detour to a fan sitting ringside with a sign.
After destroying the sign and hitting another moron fan with it he walks up the ring steps and Mr. Regal holds the ropes for him to get in. You can almost hear the fans going horse from the power that has been behind their yells for the last minute. As the music fades the fans do not, even start a “MJF Sucks” chant. But none of it is getting to the future Intercontinental Champion. And he simply is handed a microphone by Mr. Regal, and speaks over the fans as if he can’t hear them.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: So here we are, the final stop on the “road to Wrestlemania.” I guess this is where people come to feel like they are a part of the big night, but can’t afford an actual ticket to the event. This is the final time I will get to speak before I go ahead and take that next step forward to being the face of this company and this industry. The final time you can all see me before I wrapped that Intercontinental Championship around my waist. Because once that belt is mine, it’s going to be there for a very long time. And I know that feeling in the air, you can all feel it. There’s true excitement because Wrestlemanias are never dull shows, they are what changes the face of the company for years. This Wrestlemania will be the same because this is the first Wrestlemania where MJF will be a part to bring it to that next level. And if I was so inclined to give a damn about what you inbred morons thought. Maybe I’d call it something catchy like MaxwellMania…come on guys wouldn’t that be fun on a t-shirt. And then you could cheer me and feel the Mania as I went onto victory!
MJF’s voice has gone up an octave or two, in a mocking happiness and he gives a big thumbs up and a toothy smile. But quickly it turns back to his normal face.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: But luckily, I don’t give a damn what you think of me. I don’t care if you are happy I’m here, I don’t care if you are happy that in another day I will be your Intercontinental Champion. You want to know why I don’t care? BECAUSE IT DOESN’T MATTER! You don’t matter, you just sit there on your fat asses and watch someone who is better than you do things you could never do! I know there’s going to be tons of guys coming out here tonight and in the future that say you the fans are the difference. They are going to say your cheers are what bring them to the mountaintop, but they are lying! Because look at me, you’ve all hated me since the goddamn second I came to the UWF and I’ve got the highest winning percentage of anyone on the roster. You hate me, I hate you, but I’m better than everyone in the back so I still win, isn’t reality great guys?!
Now MJF’s true, condescending smile is on display as he is very happy with himself.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: You know what’s the annoying part about all of this, if I’m going to be honest. You are all hypocrites. You say that you want the best champions, you want the guys holding the belts to be the absolute best..I am the best. I am someone you should be proud of being your champion. More so than the fat guy that does his promos from the back because it’s too much effort to waddle out to this ring. More so than the guy with dollar store paint on his face and a jar full of teeth. These are your other options for champion and somehow it pisses you off to think I could hold the title. You don’t want the best, you want someone you can identify with you want someone who helps you with that delusion that you tell yourself ‘I could’ve been a wrestler….if not for like two decisions that could’ve been me.” That’s what you people want, you don’t want me because when you look at me you see the reality that is your life. You could never be me, you couldn’t do what I do and that’s why I’m in this ring and you are on a folding chair drinking your third beer and eating another hot dog.
MJF is on fire tonight and you can tell from his body language he is feeling himself.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: But this isn’t about you people, no this is about the two idiots I have to face at Wrestlemania. This is about the fact that I have to lower myself into the muck that are these two, so that I can rise to the heights I’m meant to be at. And believe me, lowering myself to the standard that is my opponent…I do that all the time. I have no problem meeting you at your level, just know that you will never rise to mine. But let's be honest, it’s the last opportunity to be heard before the big night, so I’m sure at some point the clown is going to dance his way out here. And I’m sure Burger Kingston will make himself known from the back because walking to the ring seems to wind him nowadays. Before all of that I want to make something perfectly clear, you have both proven in the last month and a half that you aren’t on my level. You have both proven that the only way you get the upper hand on me is by cheap shots. Kingston, I beat you in the middle of this ring, you staying at the damn lights. Danhausen, you know I had you dead to rights until The Blob got involved in our match and then cheap shot my mentor Mr. Regal, a man better than you both combined.
MJF looks over at Mr. Regal who has a scowl on his face at the mention of Eddie Kingston.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: So what does that mean for Wrestlemania? What it means is that each of you are hoping that you are able to pin each other. You are hoping that I get tied up somewhere, distracted or thrown outside of this ring so that you two have a chance at winning, because you both know you can’t pin me. That’s fine, dare to dream, but this isn’t some piss ant Revolution in some piss ant town. This is going to be Wrestlemania which means the greatness that is MJF will be at the top of his game and neither of you are prepared for that. I didn’t take either of you seriously when I faced you and it was easy pickings for me, now what the hell are you going to do when I focus all of my energy to beat the hell out of you? I’ll tell you what, nothing, you will do nothing but take your ass beating and lose. Then you can move along to the back of the line where you both belong and I can go and scour this place for real competition as the first Intercontinental Champion this company could be proud of in years!
This gets the fans to react again, but MJF just smiles and jaws with them a little off the microphone, you can read his lips saying “you know it’s true. You know it’s true.” |
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Post by albo2 on Mar 15, 2023 20:40:08 GMT -6
Batista gestures to the stage as they all await the arrival of Spike Dudley. They aren't left waiting long as, “See Me Shine” by Bone Thugz-n-Harmony begins to play, the UWF fans immediately begin to boo.
The booing stops there though as Uncle Spike Dudley come bursting through the curtain. He looks at into the crowd with a mic in hand as he smiles. He clicks his fingers, instantly changing and becoming a cocky, emotionless figure as he makes he way down the ramp, ignoring all the fans who he usually acknowledges. He makes his way to the steps, loks at Batista and tarts to shake his head. He leaps up them, coming to the ropes and making his way in. Very similar to how Batista does. He gets into the ring, walking to make sure his in front of Batista..... not particular nose to nose, more rather nose to chest as he lifts the mic to speak.
THE ULTIMATE UNDERDOG SPIKE DUDLEY
That's right, cheer your hearts out!!
Spike lowers the mic, allowing the crowd to shower him with cheers. He lifts his arms to the side, basking in the crowds admiration for him. This brings a smile to his face as he is loving every minute of it. He allows some time for the crowd to die down before he speaks again.
How did I do director? How did I got playing the role of the Hollywood Animal, Batista? I personally feel like I nailed it better then you could ever imagine but I think I'm fine playing the role of the Ultimate Underdog Spike Dudley. You can keep the role of the smug, pompous, cocky guy and personally, if I quote my brother here, you can shove it where the sun don't shine.
Spike looks at Batista who is unmoved as the crowd are really getting behind him. The crowd start another Dudley chant.
You are correct though Batista, I was chomping at the bit to get out here but not because you have burrowed under my skin, not because you want to bring my beautiful Angel without Wings into it which by the way, rumor is backstage that you might play the role of Drax in Guardians of the Galaxy but your pecker between your legs more resembles Baby Groot and as fair as me pleasing her goes........well let's just say I would consider this 30 minute Ironman Table Match at WrestleMania as foreplay for Stacy and I. It would be the short interval before the main event starts.
Spike fixes his lower belt buckle, seemingly very happy with himself before he continues.
No, the reason I was chomping at the bit Batista is it seems you and I just keep switching momentum. You have a good week......I have a good week yet we never ever seem to cross paths where as right now, you are standing in front of me... a position we have struggled to obtain the last few weeks and you have a receipt with your name on it. You did the exact same thing to O'Reilly so yer, I wasn't under the bathroom sink, watching the back of my eyelids, I watched everything and I can't see much difference in the way you handled yourself with him but what happened in the end there buddy? You like to talk about the Final Boss and the End Credits.... what happened just before the end credits with Kyle. Now I watched it myself so I had my own opinion but the critics, well the critics wrote that it was a masterpiece and Kyle beat the final boss. If that is what the critics are saying, they must be correct but the critics aren't finished Batista. It seems they have had a sneak peak world premiere of our match at WrestleMania and they have said it was 5 stars. Congratulations, that must be the first 5 stars you have ever received because I've seen your movies. The bad news for you though is that the final scene before it fades to black is Uncle Spike Dudley, celebrating with his Niece's and Nephews whilst you lay in the wreckage of the millionth table I drove you through. That's not a predication...that's a spoiler.
Spike finishes his speech, looking at Batista with a smile on his face like butter wouldn't melt. He leaves the mic to his side now as it seems it's Batista's turn to speak. |
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Post by Dres on Mar 16, 2023 1:28:31 GMT -6
 ”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Survive if you let me. That’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler. I know these idiots eat it up every time you bite another ECW Original’s catchphrase but me, I’m tired of the schtick. Because coming from a dumpy bingo hall isn’t going to help you at Wrestlemania any more than it’s helping you now or has helped you up to this point which, by my count, is a big fat zero. You’ve shown you can take an ass kicking which would be commendable if it wasn’t so annoying but that’s it, and Wrestlemania is going to be the last ass kicking you take because this isn’t going to end like my run-in with Kyle. I’m going to beat your ass and leave victorious because this crusade for credibility, it’s also a period of growth for me. Hell it’s practically a rebirth. So enjoy things like being able to stand upright and walk under your own power and eat solid food because I’m about to take all of those abilities away.
This is the final momentum shift, Spike, and things are going to go my way and stay my way. Like I said, you’ve shown you’ve got a backbone and some nuts but I can’t applaud that because it makes you a pain in my ass and a thorn in my side as a result. I’m done playing with my food, the, “Hollywood Animal” is ready to finish this course and eat something else. Could be Stacy’s pussy, could be the scraps from O’Reilly versus Knight so I can get back what’s rightfully mine, could be something else, could be all three. One thing’s for certain, I’m leaving you behind soon and headed to bigger and better things while you’re headed to the intensive care unit.
It’s just as sure as my being sick of hearing the same old insults. “I’ve seen your movies.” Blah blah blah. You bunch of unoriginal pricks. But my response is also that, while you may not have enjoyed them, they still made me a fuckton of money and will continue to. Besides, I don’t see you doing any movies. I don’t see you on the red carpet or appearing on talk shows. Instead what I see is a tired, washed up little insect begging to be crushed. Sure your coming back from the initial beating and still standing here would suggest otherwise but really, you realized you were in over your head coming back to the UWF when LA Knight beat your ass, only thing is he couldn’t get the job done and I can.
You’re going through more tables in one night than you’ve gone through in a career, Spike and you’re right, it’s going to be a spectacle. It’d be a star making performance, in fact, if I wasn’t already a star. Call it my directorial debut but while it’ll have glimpses of something Oscar worthy, it’s going to go more the way of a snuff film when their precious “Uncle Spike” is left bloodied in the broken remnants of a table and can’t get up or make his chest rise and fall with breath even. The underdog is getting put down like Old Yeller or John Wick’s pet, pummeled with Spears and Batista Bombs and then euthanized by the End Credits. You’re going to lose, and I can hardly wait.Batista lowers his microphone. |
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Post by albo2 on Mar 16, 2023 23:29:12 GMT -6
Batista lowers his microphone. Spike doesn't seem concerned or interested. He goes to lift his mic but then stops. He then goes towards the ropes, shaking them like Batista does with a big smile on his face. He then stops, lifting the mic up to his mouth before continuing to speak.
THE RUNT OF DUDLEYVILLE SPIKE DUDLEY
Oh Hollywood, you certainly know how to get a Dudley Dog pumped up. You can hardly wait? Well with everything you have just said, you have made my will to wait completely disappear. I look forward to you pulling the gun out, pointing it to Old Yeller's head and you looking me in the eyes before you pull the trigger. You will look into my eyes and you won't be able to do it but not because you suddenly grow emotions and feel sorry for me, it's because Old Yeller will turn into Cujo and bite your hand right off. Good luck trying to lock the End Credits on me missing a hand and with blood gushing out everywhere.
Spike looks out into the crowd, some of the younger kids aren't looking to happy at the thought of this as Spike notices this.
I'm sorry my nieces and nephews but Uncle Spike Dudley thinks you should all cover your ears and definitely your eyes because I believe it might get a little ugly with Mr. Hollywood here. Mr Hollywood here sees it necessary to swear and make crude remarks and I can't guarantee that I won't be dragged down to his level. After all, we are all starring in his snuff film right now aren't we?
Spike smiles as some of the parents have done what Spike asked but some have let their kids go as Spike now focuses back to Batista.
Your sick of hearing the same old insults though hey? Do you think maybe, just maybe that everyone might be onto something here? Hear it once, shame on you, hear it twice, shame on me, hear it three times, well maybe your movies do suck. I'm not one to judge, I don't even own a tv, I just assumed and I just wanted to be apart of the cool kids saying I've seen them. I wanted to get burrowed under your skin and it seems like it worked because your response Hollywood, it told me everything I needed to know. It showed me that you don't do things because you love them.... you do things for the money and the fame.
I do this...... I wrestle and be apart of UWF because I love this business. I love these fans and although you might not think it, I love facing tough bastards like you. That's why these fans love me, it's because I love everything I do and do it with purpose, you are just here to collect a pay check and honestly, I'm a little ashamed of myself. I should have been smarter. It's because of me, you get the big WrestleMania pay check straight under your office day. I should have seen it clearer but I'll do you a deal if you like, you can have my pay check as well but I would warn you, save it for the hospital ward because I'll keep fighting until that last niece and nephew loses their faith in me. I'll keep fighting until I physically can't and looking at you, you are not the person to put me down for good. You are not the one to squash this little insect..... something that I have heard over and over again by the way because this little insect has just got his wings and his ready to fly through the air, stomping down on your rib cage, snapping them out of your back and straight through a table.
Spike seems to be growing in confidence with every threat as he looks Batista dead in the eyes.
I'll give credit where credit is due though... I still cough up the occasional spot of blood. I still wince everytime I cough, I still get a migraine every now and then after the beating you gave me Batista. I haven't had my ass handed to me like that before and I'm sure you will take great pleasure in that fact but the end of the day, if that is the worst I've ever gotten and that is the best a pissed off Batista can give, what does it make me then when I turned up the next week and I even beat a great superstar in Will Osperay. You see, you aren't as scary as you think you are. That is why the biggest ass whooping of my career, I still wanted to come chat to you. I still wanted to know why, I still wanted to compete. It's why you couldn't leave me behind and I became a thorn in your side. You will get what's coming to you Batista and I can assure it, it isn't Stacy's pussy and it isn't the scraps from 2 men we know quite well. Now I would quote another one of my ECW brotherin as you know as well as I do, every good actor learns and borrows stuff from successful people but I'll just keep it simple. You have a Runt ready to fight tooth and nail, you have an animal ready to rip my head off.... there is only one winner and there is only one man that is going to go through more tables..... get ready to taste wood Batista because I'm taking you to an all you can eat Table Buffet.
Spike lowers the mic, happy with his words as he now waits for Batista to respond.
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