Xander
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Post by Xander on Mar 19, 2023 8:13:22 GMT -6
There is a moment where everyone takes in what was just shown on the screen and then MJF has this look of utter surprise and awe in his face, after a moment you realize he’s overacting on purpose and is almost bouncing around the ring.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Am I? Am I? Am I Maxtradamus? I mean did I not exactly predict that Make-A-Wish Ronald McDonald would interrupt me down here. And then Burger Kingston wouldn’t be able to roll his oompa loompa three ton ass down here so he’d have to show up on the screen in some “unknown location” Did I just call this?
MJF looks back at Mr. Regal for confirmation and then a huge smile creeps across his face.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: It’s not that I can predict the future, it’s just that these morons are just so goddamn predictable. And I want to be very clear, normally Danhausen, I’d address you first; you were the first one to speak up, you actually physically could make the what fifty yard walk from the locker room to the entrance ramp? But I just heard some of the worst stupidity dribble out of that man’s oversized gullet that I need to address first and then we'll talk.
MJF looks up at Danhausen who gives a gesture like to say “go ahead” and MJF begins to pace the ring.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Eddie Kingston, eat a goddamn vegetable. This isn’t a joke about how fat you are, how sloppy you look, this is real concern. Because the way your mind must be fried to speak how you just spoke, tells me you are living on sugar and grease…eat a vegetable so you can clear your mind. The reason I say this is because you’ve somehow convinced yourself that you are some great champion, that you have some kind of future at the head of this company. But ever since you won that Intercontinental Championship from Danhausen, all you’ve done is proven how undeserving you are of it.
MJF’s pacing gets a little slower and you can watch the actual frustration begin to build in his face.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: You want to play this little game where you pretend like you forgot me. You pretend I’m a “third wheel”. You say I’m not a factor, but let’s play the tape back since Royal Rumble. Because at Royal Rumble it was me who made that incredible show of strength by raising your easily four hundred and fifty pound ass onto my shoulders and I dumped you head first over the top rope. You “didn’t come close” to main eventing Wrestlemania, I’m pretty sure I dumped your ass out of the ring in the first two minutes I was in the match. So stop lying to yourself, because the rest of the world knows you were nothing but an after thought for the Royal Rumble match. But hey, let’s move past that to the Revolution right after Royal Rumble. The first television event where you were Intercontinental Champion, your time to celebrate and prove what a better champion you’d be than K-Mart Krusty The Klown….what happened to you that night? In case your brain is too greased up let me remind you, I beat you in the middle of this ring clean.
MJF stopped, stared right into the hard camera and gave a huge smile for that one.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: I beat you, one on one, when you should’ve had the most momentum in your career going. So that makes two times I beat you in the matter of a week. So when you wonder why no one is rolling out the red carpet for you, because you aren’t worthy of it. You wonder why you aren’t main eventing, it’s because the last time you did, it ended with you counting the lights and me picking up the victory. Hell, where have you been the last few weeks? You have been absent from the last few television shows and not a single person has noticed or cared. You think you are this man to be feared, but not a single person in this arena, in that locker room, and definitely in this ring fears you.
MJF looks over at Mr. Regal who is the other man in this ring and he defiantly shakes his head no that he does not fear Eddie Kingston.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: So as you sit in your little dark area, chomping down on all that food trying to fix what’s wrong with you, understand that the tough guy act isn’t fooling anyone. These morons chant that you suck, because you do. Because as much leeway as they give to idiots like Danhausen, Shark Boy, Grado or Kyle O’Reily they are still able to take note about how pathetically bad in the ring you are so that’s say something. These people hate me, I hate them, but you don’t hear them saying I suck. They say horrible things to me, because they think it’ll get under my skin, they think I care what they think about me. But they know and I know…I don’t suck, so you don’t hear them chanting that to me. They leave that for you, someone truly pathetic in this ring. So have that for an afterthought.
The fans have a mixed reaction, they aren’t sure who they hate more, Eddie Kingston or MJF. But you can see the calmness come over MJF as he stops walking around and turns back to Danhausen.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: And then there was you. Oh Danny boy, you come out here and in between your little quips of making everything end with hausen…you don’t make bad points. In fact, I’m going to do something I don’t do for a lot of people and give you some credit. You aren’t the idiot I thought you were that was running around here just mindlessly falling into lucky spots and pandering to these idiots to make them cheer for you. No, you chose what you are wearing, how you speak, the dumb as hell way you wrestle….all to pander to these morons and make them cheer for you. But that’s not always a horrible thing, because wrestling needs to be able to draw in these morons to spend their minimum wage dollars on the company, so guys with talent like me can make seven plus figures a year.
MJF couldn’t help but get that jab in and he looks out to the crowd with a smirk.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: I agree that given your look and your abilities you have gone farther than anyone should’ve expected or really allowed. Congrats on reaching levels that you probably shouldn’t have, that’s awesome for you. But let’s talk about where you are wrong, because I’m not riding some wave of luck here. This, all of this, is pure unadulterated and natural talent. The reason it appears to be luck to a man like you is because you couldn’t fathom being able to do what I do at the level I do it. It’s like with every advancement in technology the old timers think “it’s magic” my abilities are magic to you because they are so beyond you and I can understand why that might make you mad. Why it might lead you to think that this is a “lucky streak” that you can put to an end. When in actuality, I am the new reality here at UWF and it’s something you will need to start getting used to.
MJF scratches his chin for a second, giving time for all of that to sink in.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: This other part about me being “given an inch and I took a mile” See that’s where I think there’s a little bit of projection here. I wasn’t given anything, I’ve earned what I got. I am the most winning wrestler in this company right now, I’ve lost one match since I signed my contract here and that was to the world champion who had to sneak a win against me. I have run roughshod over every single person put in this ring against me INCLUDING YOU AND THAT ROLY POLY WHO IS DRIPPING BACON GREASE ON MY TITLE AS WE SPEAK! The person who was looking for a handout was, you. Because somewhere in your head, losing the title meant you earned a shot? So to you losing means more than winning? You got your ass beat by Mayor McCheese up there…and somehow that puts you at the front of the pack? No, your ass should’ve gone to the back of the line. This should’ve been MJF against Eddie Kingston at Wrestlemania one on one. But because you bitched and moaned like a child. Because EC3 has spent so much time cow towing to mediocre talent just to keep the lights on…you were handed something you didn’t deserve.
MJF gives a deep inhale, letting the word settle one more time.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: If you want me to give you the respect of not thinking you are an absolute moron, then stop pretending like you don’t see this for what it is. You bitched, you got a match where I was supposed to shut you up and go on my merry way to the Wrestlemania match I deserved. But because our champion is too stupid and too scared of facing me one on one again, he tried to stop the match so neither of us got a shot. Or he’s hoping that when my back is turned he can get another quick victory on your ass and live to fight another day. This is why you are in this match, you are a pathetic champion's desperate attempt to keep a title he never deserved. How does that truthausen fit you Danny boy?
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Post by Fauche on Mar 19, 2023 12:54:29 GMT -6
Bayley finishes his sentence for him.Bayley: That's just a fact of life, right? The "Good Guy" rolls her eyes at the predictability of it all. Kyle's leaning against the ropes now, shoulders lounged on the top cable, back still facing Knight. He doesn't seem very interested in giving his opponent the time of day anymore, so Bayley takes it from there.Bayley: Sheesh, what is with the insecure ones and the catchphrases? Desperate for validation much, Lex Loser? Jeepers creepers!Bayley: You wanna know why you're "unimpressive"? Shoot, buddy, let me fill ya in on a little secret - it's because I couldn't throw a rock around the locker room without hitting a guy just like you. Not just here and now in 2023, the year of our Lord, either. It's like ever since Dwayne Johnson set out the blueprint for hyper-bro college athlete duds to parlay a stint in wrestling into a schlock movie career, you jerkoffs have been coming out of the woodwork to cash in.
There's nothing original about being the latest guy to come out here with a steroid needle dangling out of your bicep and a mouth runnier than a butthole after Taco Tuesday. It's played out. Yeah, sure, you all get your moments. A couple wins here and there, some notoriety for the trash talk in the headlines, yadda yadda yadda... until someone new comes off the assembly line doing the exact same thing and BOOM, just like that, you're replaced. Move'd on from and just about entirely forgotten about, except for when you're the answer to trivia questions like "Who took the fastest, most lopsided loss in the history of Wrestlemania?"Bayley paces around a bit as she pontificates so more.Bayley: Maybe you'll be stubborn like the Miz and keep that dream alive for years after all hope is truly gone, or maybe you'll be like a Rob Conway and just fall off the face of earth when the clock runs out on your fifteen minutes of fame. Don't know, don't care. I'm gonna take a little pin to that over-inflated ego of yours, though, and tell ya that we've had everything from Japanese killers to European brutes to interdimensional supervillains to cultists and Canadians as world champions here on Revolution - but nobody but nobody has ever held that title running a playbook that got stale twenty years ago.Some fans rush to their phones to check the online history books to see if that's true. No need to look it up yourself. She's right on the money, and buoyed by that confidence, Bayley goes on.Bayley: You're as basic bitch as basic bitch gets. Anyone in the world could watch a single wrestling show, spend six weeks training, and know evvvvvvvvverything that you do. The only difference between you and some layman is how low you're willing to sink to get what you want. Shamelessness - that's your single and sole x-factor, and man... aha... wow... you're trying to rep it like a badge of honor when its your biggest weakness. Like Kyle said, it's what's about to earn you the nastiest beatdown of your lifetime - it's also why this whole thing'll be a walk in the park.
Knight... you're predictable. From the corny catchphrases to the entry level moves to the highschool bully sleaze, and the man you're trying to make your name off is a loose canon unlike anything this company has ever seen. So if I were you, I'd stop looking past him and thinking about that UWF Championship you're never going to win and start worrying about how a shallow douchebagette with a debilitating need for attention and validation is going to fill the void in his pitiful life after he gets his face so busted up his boss won't even put it on TV anymore for fear of scaring off the advertisers.With that, Bayley pulls back and lets the mic dangle loose in her hand, only curious in the most cynical sense about how Knight is going to puff himself back up this time.
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Post by Danny on Mar 21, 2023 2:10:11 GMT -6
"Headphones" by WALK THE MOON comes on but Sami comes out with no pep in his step. He looks back at both sides of him but there's no sign of Generico or Luchadora. He takes a deep breath and walks down the ramp. Fans are practically half way over the guard rails as they try and tell Sami how much he sucks and how he deserves all of this. Zayn does his best to ignore them but you can tell it's bothering him. He climbs into the ring but then remembers he needs to get a mic, something Generico always did for him. He goes out and grabs a mic but comes back in. His music dies down but the crowd noise goes up as they boo the hell out of him. They start a "Ciampa's gonna kill you" chant and laugh at poor Zayn. Sami Zayn: Oh yeah laugh it up. I bet you're all happy to see that I've been put in such a hellish, barbaric and idiotic match at Wrestlemania huh?The crowd eats it up, starting another "You deserve it!" chant. Sami Zayn: I'll be honest and I'm not afraid to admit this but... I'm scared. I'm being forced to compete in a match with a guy who has nothing to lose. I know what you're thinking. His career is on the line how can that be nothing? But when your as unaccomplished as someone like Tommaso Ciampa, then your career means nothing. Think about it folks, he's been here how long and what does he have to show for it? Sure he had himself a good little reign as Intercontinental Champion but once he stepped out of his little pond he got slapped back down to reality. Look at him. He's nothing more than a brute. He tried to crawl out of the water and evolve like us higher humans but he couldn't breathe. Instead of crawling back in the water to breathe, he thinks he can just continue living on my land. What I'm going to do to him isn't with malice but with mercy. The smugness radiating off of Zayn just eats away at the crowd. Sami Zayn: I didn't ask for this match Ciampa, What's about to happen to you is all your fault. All you had to do was stay out of my way. You saw how Wrestlemania was shaping up and you knew you weren't going to be sniffing any titles anytime soon. You needed to mooch off of someone else's star power to get a big Wrestlemania match so you decided to personally attack me when I was done with you. I may have not gotten the result I wanted in that Triple Threat match at Slammiversary but I was being the bigger man and letting it go. But then you had the nerve to attack El Generico. Sami shakes his damn head. Sami Zayn: A legend's career cut short in an instant. What did he ever do to you? If it's revenge for DDP you want then you're even stupider than I thought. All you people act like DDP is some sort of pariah of wrestling. All he is is a grifter who took advantage of basic Yoga techniques and threw a "for men" label on them to appease to a bunch of idiots. He's a scummy salesperson who just happened to talk a bunch of low life losers to turn their lives around. All the good that's done them. If they were to instead follow the word of Sami Zayn, they'd be actually be doing good things in the world rather than just gotten themselves a little bit healthier.Lots of boos from the crowd for the blatant disrespect for legends like Jake Roberts and Jake the Snake. Sami Zayn: You should be thanking me for taking DDP out of your life. You say you're on a downward slope and just remind me for a bit, when exactly did that happen? Hmm probably sometime shortly after you aligned yourself with DDP huh? Weird how that works out yeah? And now your career's going to end all because of him. When you go home after Wrestlemania and realize what a huge mistake you made, I just want you to look in the mirror and realize that this is all your fault. If you wanted true guidance, you could have just come to me instead of DDP. It's too late now though so come on out here and soak up this crowd because it's going to be the last one you ever get to see from this ring. Zayn smirks and the crowd is all over him. They rain down their hate onto him until...
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Sam
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Post by Sam on Mar 21, 2023 15:09:08 GMT -6
As Lee motions towards the entrance way a familiar voice is heard over the PA system...
GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!
*CRASH*
The glass shatters and the crowd leap to their feet in adulation for the UWF Champion who soon marches out onto the stage full of piss and vinegar. Shark Boy wastes absolutely no time in heading straight down the ramp, the UWF Championship belt hanging in his hand, grasped tightly. Shark Boy keeps his eyes fixed firmly on the task in hand in the ring, the Royal Rumble winner, Trevor Lee with a deep burning fire in his eyes. Shark Boy stomps up the ring steps and then through the ropes into the ring, Shark Boy marches straight past Lee and onto the top rope where he throws the title belt high in the air in one hand and with the other raises a defiant fist. Shark Boy repeats this at the opposite corner before he gets himself a microphone and settles himself in the centre of the ring, nestling the UWF title belt on his shoulder as he raises the microphone to his tooth lined mouth.
Shark Boy: So this is it - the big one - Grandaddy of 'Em All, Wrestlemania main event for the UWF Heavyweight Championship of the World and you're out here flappin' yer gums about birthrights and ascending to godhood when you ain't even laid one glove on ol' Shark Boy yet. Now let's clear the air for the uninitiated - despite Trevor Lee's danglin' olive branch of Southern hospitality... Shark Boy and Trevor Lee don't see eye to eye, we ain't ever gon' see eye to eye and at Wrestlemania we're gon' beat the livin' shell out of each other. Because for over a damn month now, ever since the Royal Rumble, Shark Boy's been through a lot of shrimp that may not... or may well have somethin' to do with Trevor Lee. There's been assaults. There's been kidnappin's - but at the end of it all Trevor, at the end of everything, put it all to one side because when it comes to Wrestlemania - it ain't about birthrights, it ain't about becomin' some sort of God - nah, son, it's about two men standin' toe to toe and duking it out for the right to hold this.
Shark Boy slaps the UWF title on his shoulder.
Every single man and woman back there in that locker room wants this. Shell, I wanted this for a long damn time and I've been lucky enough to hold it twice in my career here in the UWF. But it wasn't through some divine right, it was through hard work, it was through perserverance, blood, sweat, beers and whippin' bass week in and week out until they couldn't deny ol' Shark Boy anymore. You've stood there and you've talked about your run to the top. You were the longest reigning Television Champion of all time, shell of an achievement, you should be proud. Ya lost it though - but ya lost it to a man I've had my run ins with many years ago, a sure fire UWF Hall of Famer and there ain't no shame in that. They say you can tell a lot by a man not through his wins but how he picks himself up and gets back in the game and at the Royal Rumble, cod damn you sure got back in the game and you won the whole damn thing. No matter any way ya shake it, to outlast and survive against 29 other men, that's impressive. Now last year, Shark Boy was runner up. Shark Boy was just a lil' inch short so I know for a fact that winnin' the Royal Rumble ain't no mean feat and although you may be a disingenuous, creepy, maniacal bastard... you're sure as shell a tough bastard too, you wouldn't be standin' here if you weren't and you wouldn't be main eventing Wrestlemania with ol' Shark Boy.
The crowd give a mixed reaction, reluctantly giving props to Trevor Lee for proving his mettle at the Royal Rumble.
BUT... just cos ya won the Royal Rumble... it doesn't mean you're gon' walk right into Wrestlemania, swim into to Shark Boy's waters and take this here gold from me, EH-EH.
The crowd roar as Shark Boy adjusts the belt on his shoulder, looking at it for a moment before speaking again.
Like I said, I've held this here belt now two times. There was over six years between the reigns - Shark Boy had to go away, I had to take time off, lost the itch, lost the smile - whatever you want to call it. Shark Boy's head was in a dark place and I had to hang the ol' mask up and for five or six years I did nothin' but sit around all day dreamin' about what could've been. See Shark Boy's story is one of the little Shark that could. But for years it was the little Shark that... well... almost could. Years in this industry as nothin' more than fodder for the next big monster. Sure I'd give 'em a fight but hardly Wrestlemania main event material. Sure, ol' Sharky had a few runs, US Champion, TV Champion - I even shocked the whole damn world and won the big one only to lose it a month later and lose my damn mind and I never recovered. And then I got that itch Trev - it was like a damn spiritual awakening, see I knew and I know deep down that I ain't gettin' any younger. I ain't over the hill but I ain't too damn fresh either, I've taken my fare share of licks over the years but I knew deep down that if I wanted to make one last run, one last shot at glory it needed to be now - if I wanted to be that big marquee match up on the billboard it needed to be now.
Shark Boy takes pause to reflect.
And since I've came back I've given absolutely everything to this - I've put my body on the line, set on fire, glass smashed over my head, I've put my mind, my soul on the line - I've done things and plunged to depths I ain't too proud of. I assaulted a man on his front porch in front of his whole damn neighbourhood all in the name of being the man because damn it they told me I'd never be the man and look at me now. But the journey isn't done Trevor because to cement my place in the annals of this company's rich history I have one last goal and that's to win the Main Event of Wrestlemania and to do that?, well I guess I've got to go through you. And it wasn't personal - you're boys tried their damn hardest and maybe it is a little personal but at the end of the day Trev, through all the goin's on, the bad blood, the heat - whatever you want to call it... at Wrestlamania it's about me and you, our journeys - and this here UWF Championship and just like I told Edge - you're going to have to pry this belt out my cold, dead, scaly hands because they're ain't no way in shell I'm walking out of Wrestlemania without it. You talk about sendin' ol Shark Boy six feet under, takin' the mask, finishing me off and Trev I say to yo at Wrestlemania, when you come into Shark Boy's waters and take that shot you best not miss...
Shark Boy walks up to Trevor and stands looking him dead in the eye.
Because when you do... I'll drown your bass.
Shark Boy lowers the microphone and stares into the eyes of his opponent.
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Post by albo2 on Mar 21, 2023 18:26:33 GMT -6
Batista lowers his microphone again. Spike now takes his turn to speak.
BROTHER RUNT SPIKE DUDLEY
Oh no......no no no no no Hollywood. You got me all wrong. I honestly believe you can have me swallowing my own teeth along with a nice little flavor of blood. I have no doubt in my mind or my heart that you are the most dangerous man in this business today. I have no doubt in my mind that you hate me more Steiner hates Buzzard and I have no doubt that Ciampa doesn't have the same bitterness that you have for me.... the fact of the matter is that I don't care.
I don't care because I've sat up in bed at night whilst my beautiful Stacy sleeps peacefully by myside knowing that she will never ever have to come anywhere you in her lifetime but I sit upright, not watching her sleep but I watch the time on the clock go by. Minutes wasting away, nothing getting done, nothing getting achieved but I sit there and think about MY script. The script I was given in this life that you changed drastically. I came back to UWF to be a guest appearance in the Royal Rumble. That was the reason I was backstage listening to L.A Knight which made me get the itch back. I managed to talk myself into a showcase match at Rumble as well against him but after it, my script had me admitting to Knight he was the better man, be happy with my UWF Rumble appearance and ride back into the sunset. I was gone Hollywood, I was done but then, you decided to pull me right back in. I've heard why you done it, it hasn't fallen on deaf ears but what you done is made me stick around just a bit longer and then you went and done the exact same thing to my brothers. They were happy in retirement and you brought them back. I believe everything happens for a reason and the director of my movie, knew I had more left in the tank but I believe the directors boss, the old lord himself had this plan for me to begin with.
Spike looks towards the heavens, doing the cross on his chest. He refocuses on Batista again before speaking.
The lord wanted you to attack me so I could hang around but what you need to realize is the lord wanted you to keep going and keep testing me because you just don't know when you are on top and when you need to stop pushing. It happened with Kyle, you took family away from him but you didn't stop. You kept poking the Dragon and now, you kept poking the little Runt.... poking it hard enough so the bite back is lethal. I believe it might be so lethal that I might need to be Old Yeller'ed in the end but not by you. Definitely not by you. The more and more you talk, the more it's growing in me that I just don't think you have it in you.
You feel you have to keep talking yourself up, you feel you have to keep giving me threats, you feel you have to keep going after the people I love but why do you feel the need for this. It's because you are afraid Hollywood. It's because you are starting to realize what you have got yourself into. I know you are the Biggest, Baddest man in UWF, I've felt it but you haven't felt what I can do yet. We haven't had the pleasure of coming face to face yet. We haven't done that but I need you to realize just what I bring to the table.... and most importantly what I'm going to drive through the table and you might be sitting there, looking at me saying 'No way do I have to worry about getting driven through a table by such a small pipsqueak but I have my ways. I have my ways to survive and I've found my ways to keep fighting and keep being motivated. I haven't got this far from backing down now and I won't start now. We can both talk big games, we can both try to out threat each other but I know I'm behind the 8 ball with that but my secret weapon Hollywood is I know how to do it tough. I know how to drag people into the dog fight with me and I will be doing that at WrestleMania. I will make you work the hardest you have ever done and we see what Heart you have then because I believe that when the going will get tough.... well you will just get to going.
Spike lowers his mic, looking towards Batista with a look of defiance in his eyes.
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Post by Dres on Mar 21, 2023 22:09:27 GMT -6
Batista raises his microphone to respond again.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: When the going gets tough, I’ll get going, hmm? Well that’s the best possible outcome you can hope for is I just get tired of beating you senseless and leave something left of you for Stacy and the Boyz to doctor but it’s a hope not rooted in reality. I’m not going to show you any kind of mercy, I’m not going to exercise any restraint, and I’m not going to hold back. Why should I? What reason can you give me why I owe you that? It’s a rhetorical question so don’t rack your brain too hard but you can wrap your mind around this: I might be older but I can still go in the ring so if you were counting on me getting too tired in the other sense, again, your hopes are unrealistic.
You’re right about one thing though, I keep talking myself up. Why? Because it gets under people’s skin and because I like talking about myself, I thought that was pretty obvious but I guess you don’t just look like a third grader, you need your hand held and spoon fed information like one too. I know you think it’s fear, you were really hoping putting that arrow in the quiver and letting it go was going to wound me and I’d let my guard down and confess to all of this pent up fear and self-doubt and whatnot but it’s not fear, dipshit. Sorry, sucks for you, do not pass GO and do not collect two hundred dollars. What is there to be afraid of?You’re like ninety-eight pounds soaking wet. That’s not scary. The fact you keep getting up and coming back for more isn’t scary. And I know the Wrestlemania check I’ve got coming isn’t going to bounce so tell me, what oh what do I have to be afraid of?
From where I’m standing, you should be the one scared. In fact I may just put down some newspaper for you for when you start pissing everywhere. Because as thick headed as you are, it’s going to dawn on you just how fucked you are come Wrestlemania. I do exactly what you say I do, I push and push the envelope and hell yeah, I take things too far. And as far as you and me goes, I haven’t taken things far enough yet. I want you to think about that and watch your back extra carefully between now and Wrestlemania, because trust me, I’m going to take it far enough.
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Post by albo2 on Mar 22, 2023 0:53:22 GMT -6
Batista has spoken, now it's Spike's turn to go again.
THE UNCLE OF DUDLEYVILLE SPIKE DUDLEY
You better go get that newspaper sooner rather then later because once again, you are turning this into a pissing contest. You better rearrange your testicles so none of it gets on there but I've heard the repeated threats Hollywood. I understand you think you need to keep telling me how fucked I am or how much you are going to eliminate me or how far you are going to take it. I understand all of those things and quite possibly, I have a part to play in it. The way I have spoken to you, it certainly does seem like I am underestimating you. It certainly seems like I don't understand just how big a threat you are. The envelope keeps getting pushed and I keep on pushing it back your way, just that little but it's 3 steps forward, 1 step back for you at the moment. Do I have it in me to keep pushing back? You say you might be older but you are still just a little bitch compared to me. I walked away from UWF so do I have the energy to keep coming after you? Do I have the energy to stop pushing back on you?
Spike looks out into the crowd, the crowd getting behind him. They know that's where his energy comes from. They know that is where they can help him be the man he needs to be to defeat Batista. Spike nods his head as the crowd really start getting behind him.
Who am I to even say that after WrestleMania, we are done with each other? I have no idea what I've signed up for but what I do know is that you aren't scared of me. Everyone knows this, even though I've been quite easy to find, often walking around backstage and often trashing your precious office actually, even though you have preferred to go fight my brothers then step up to me and even though you would prefer to be in front of the cameras in your suits and sunnies instead of coming to me, it's not because you are scared of me. I'm going to say something that you never ever hear in your life.... You are right! A 98 pound soaking wet Little Runt isn't scary but what about a 98 pound Little Runt soaking wet with his own blood? What about a Little Runt that keeps coming and getting up when his ribs are broken and he has some nice little shards of champagne bottles as jewelry in his head. What about a Little Runt that is covered in blood, is a human voodoo doll with all the splinters all over his body, a broken man still standing in front of you egging you on. You keep saying I haven't seen the worst of you Hollywood but you haven't seen the best of me. Noone has seen the best of me since I returned and I promise you that you will at WrestleMania which turns this into the worst of Hollywood Batista vs the Best of Uncle Spike Dudley.
Spike lowers the mic, scratching his chin looking at Batista with a smile on his face.
I've listened to you repeatedly tell me that I don't know what I've got myself into but do you really know what you have got yourself into? It appears you don't but that's okay. I can sit here, tell you what I'm going to do and what the best of Spike Dudley looks like but I'm going to wait to show you. You don't owe me anything but I owe you a receipt from what has happened in the past. A past that you are quite proud of but a past that will prove that karma comes back to bite you on the ass and if you know anything about me from my past UWF career is that I may be the littlest dog in the fight....but god , when karma gives me a chance to bite.... I BITE HARD.
Spike lowers the mic, leaving it to Batista to continue this war or words.
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Post by Dres on Mar 22, 2023 1:35:53 GMT -6
Batista raises his microphone to continue the war of words.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Okay, and?
The crowd boos the disrespect and Spike doesn’t look too pleased about it either.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: See, here’s the thing, Spike: you’re just proving my point for me. I told you that you don’t want the smoke, and clearly, you don’t. “Ah, Batista, why do you gotta take things so far?” “Gee willikers, Hollywood, why do you gotta boast about yourself and make this a pissing contest?” I guess retirement made you forget how a fucking fight works, eh, Runt? Well it’s like this: I’m an asshole so I’m going to do things in and out of this ring that may hurt your feelings or stir up some other kind of negative emotions and not give a fuck about it and the same goes for the things I say on this microphone. I don’t apologize for any of it, and as for making it a pissing contest, let me refresh your memory, that’s how the business works. Good guy and bad guy or good guy and good guy or bad guy and bad guy, whatever the combination at play, talk a bunch of shit and then wrestle. Difference is we aren’t going to wrestle, we’re going to fight and when we do, I hope you remember all that God talk from earlier because you can ask the Lord personally if this was truly His will for you.
Me, I’m not a man of faith but I do believe in that karma you’re talking about but whether it bites me on either hand or either ass cheek, it’s not going to incapacitate me or make me change my ways so yeah, not really sure what point you were trying to make other than more rah-rah self-cheerleading everybody-back -the-underdog bullshit. See, I was content letting the last thing I warned you with be it, but to hell with it, let’s keep talking. You fans really believe this munchkin is going to not only beat me at Wrestlemania but put me through multiple tables to do it?
Batista cuts them off quickly.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Rhetorical question, assholes! I know you believe that I’m going to get my just desserts and comeuppance and blah blah blah but the way Spike is built he’s lucky he has the neck strength to hold up his head to have this conversation, but all of you and him included think he’ll put me through tables. Roger that. I bet you look like SpongeBob when you work out. Veins popping out, sweat pouring, but not a damn thing gets lifted or moved. It’s pathetic!
Batista goes to continue but is cut off suddenly.
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Post by crann on Mar 22, 2023 10:41:46 GMT -6
Bronson actually seems somewhat amused when Buzzard finishes up. He's got a half-grin on as he lifts his mic to respond.BRON STEINERYou're going to break my mind, body and soul, Leyton? Really? You?The Second-Generation Stud actually starts to laugh. This gets the fans laughing. Steiner enjoys a good moment of uproarious laughter before his expression turns stone cold again.Let me make one thing abundantly clear, Leyton: there's no such thing as breaking a Steiner. Now, if I were any other man, from any other family, you might stand a chance but when it comes to my lineage, we're tenacious, we're savage, we're brutal – we're unbreakable, bud. That's been true for decades but it's especially true in this modern era where Bronson Steiner is carrying the family torch. Because see, unlike my pops, unlike my uncle, I bring intangibles that most of the wrestling landscape just aren't ready to deal with. I'm a fucking locomotive with no brakes, and if you don't get the Hell out of my way, you're going to end up a smear along the tracks, because this train don't stop for nobody. Just ask Eddie Guerrero. Just ask your buddy Silas. Hell, ask Will Ospreay, who only picked up a win over me because he snuck in a cheap shot. The only time anyone has gotten an edge on me is by hitting me from behind, but when you and I are chained together with collars around our neck, there's not going to be any opportunities to be a sneaky little shit. It's just going to come down to man versus man, and when you put us side by side, Leyton, well – you just plain don't stack up.The fans pop for that insult. Steiner nods, holding his hand up like it's a measure, then dismissively waving off his opponent.I will say though, you got one thing right in all this, Leyton. You've been calling me a dog, and you're not wrong. Except, in my world, I don't see that as an insult. Hell, my pops used to take pride in being called one, and you know what? When I think about it – when I really think about it, a good dog has all the qualities I hope to possess. Ruthlessness, precision, agility, ferocity – yeah, you bet your ass that I got that dog in me, Leyton. And that's why, this stipulation you've chosen? It's like home turf for me. I've got all of the edges and advantages. What've you got? Silas Mason? Some other piece of shit hired goon? What dirty trick are you gonna pull at Mania? I hope it's a good one, bud, because the way I see it, and the way all these people here see it, I've got you dead to rights.Steiner lowers the mic to another pop from the crowd. He awaits Buzzard's reply.
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Post by AndyDNU on Mar 23, 2023 10:10:05 GMT -6
Realizing that MJF and Regal are settled in the ring, and Kingston is seemingly content in his comfort zone, Danhausen signals for a member of the ringside crew to bring him over a steel chair, which initially seems to excite the crowd as it would appear that Danhausen woke up today and chose violence, but rather he just unfolds the chair upon receiving it and sits it down atop the stage to make himself comfortable. The fans, whilst disappointed that Danhausen isn’t seemingly ready to crack skulls just yet, settle down again and await to hear what he has to say in response to his Wrestlemania opponents.Danhausen Strong words, Danhausen will give you that, and as much as he may not like to admit it, an element of truth to some of them as well, maybe more so the viewpoints that you’ve decided to air at the man who stole Danhausen’s title from him. Danhausen has tried to steer clear of addressing odious Edward’s oh so obvious weight issue, because he’d rather just leave you to your school yard insults if it’s all the same. With that said though, Danhausen would have thought that considering the knockoff Blob stole his title from him at the Monarch Earthquake by physically devouring a chunk of his leg, you would have been a bit more understanding of Danhausen’s claim to recapture his golden prize, but as we see on a week by week basis, it is damn near impossible for you to see anything beyond that of your own desires. Because right after Danhausen went and got his wound checked for fatally infectious diseases and was given the all clear, he immediately saw about putting a plan in action for reclaiming what was taken from him, only that plan had to be altered because you rocked up on the scene and made yourself comfortable, and now several weeks later here we all stand, or hide in Edward the cannibal’s case…The sly dig at Kingston draws laughter from some sections of the crowd as Danhausen looks to affirm to MJF the reasons as to why he is involved in this match.Danhausen And that’s where you’ve got the wrong end of the stick Maximum Freeland, or whatever the expanded version of MXC happens to be, because it’s only through the heinous methods that were used the night he lost his title that he publicly demanded an opportunity to get it back. Had Danhausen lost fair and square, we would not be here to have this conversation, and you may well have been in the position of challenging solely at Wrestlehausen. Considering you were indeed also a victim of the false pretender champions cold and callous actions, Danhausen held out some minor hope that there may have been a degree of understanding on your part. But of course, in your mind this is your story, and because in your mind we are just soulless pawns that make up a part of it, there is no reason for you to care about anything other than your own goal of becoming champion. So keep believing what you want to believe, but don’t act too surprised after Danhausen comes along with his own chapter of your story that denies you the happy ending that you clearly crave.Content with his response to MJF and with the crowd still firmly behind him, Danhausen begins to turn his attention more towards the words that Kingston had for him.Danhausen Now for all young Maximus here has spoken a small degree of truth, the poison that currently holds the prize that we both want couldn’t be further from the truth with if his statements if he actually tried! Danhausen does wonder if brain damage of some sort is a factor at play here, because it’s starting to look like Edward can’t even count to ten, let alone correctly retell the various tales of his Ultimate Wrestling career up to this point. Yes Edward, Danhausen knows you are listening, and that you were indeed successful in his last outing against Danhausen, but need Danhausen remind you that long before that, it was he who defeated you and sent you on the first steps out of the Ultimate Wrestling scene, before of course you decided to come grovelling back, still an angry dishevelled mess he might add. So don’t go trying to fool both the rest of the watching world and yourself into thinking that you are a higher power’s gift to wrestling, because the two individuals that are currently knocking on your door have already proven that you are the furthest thing from!A convincing sounding round of applause follows Danhausen’s statement, with Danhausen using his hands to encourage them to be louder so that Kingston can indeed hear them this time. As they begin to settle, Danhausen raises his microphone once again to make one more point to the current champ.Danhausen And just know that whilst Danhausen will take any means of victory in order to reclaim that what was taken from him, deep down he hopes that you will be the one he either pins or submits to reclaim the gold, because it’s the kind of poetic justice that you deserve for the many weeks and months that you have been a thorn in Danhausen’s side. That way you can then have something of actual meaning to rant about in the loner corner that you like to inhabit, rather than delusions of grandeur over future main event spots that you’re never going to be in again, and even if you were you’d probably choke on them just like last time! But please, take more of Danhausen’s time right now to see if you can us all something of actual merit that we don’t already know already. Because if your last tirade was anything to go by, Danhausen will likely have to use the last of his hard earned monies to buy himself, Maximus, Lord Bill and all the fanhausens a cup of coffee each in order to help keep us all awake for the duration of it!Another wave of laughter does the rounds across the arena as Danhausen lowers his microphone and makes himself comfortable in order to hear how Kingston will respond to both his and MJF’s most recent statements.
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