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Post by Danny on Jun 23, 2023 4:25:48 GMT -6
LIVE July 9th, 2023 from the Capital One Arena in Washington DC DEADLINE www.timeanddate.com/countdown/wrestling?iso=20230707T00&p0=24&msg=Final+Battle+Deadline&font=cursive&csz=1 King of the Ring Finals Edge vs Kyle O'Reilly UWF ChampionshipTrevor Lee(c) vs Drew McIntyre Intercontinental ChampionshipMJF(c) vs Orange Cassidy Television ChampionshipJBL(c) vs Cody Rhodes vs Finn Balor Spike Dudley vs Samoa Joe Bray Wyatt vs Vinny Marseglia WARHORSE vs The Shark Sami Zayn & Will Ospreay vs LWO Jaime Hayter vs Roman Reigns *Poster made by AndyDNU
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Post by Fauche on Jun 24, 2023 11:56:51 GMT -6
The lights in the arena dim while the titantron fires up. In glaring, indigo lettering, two words adorn the big screen.D I A B E T I C D R A G O N "Faint" comes through quiet at first - sneaker like Splinter Cell. When the beat proper kicks in, the crowd are already on their feet, screaming and cheering while Kyle O'Reilly arrives on the scene. The Canadian Psycho has his Hollywood Championship strapped around his waist and his step-sister on his six. His focus is dialed in. His knuckles are clenched tight and white. His vibe gives off notes of violent unpredictability - like a Super Soaker full of a mystery liquid.
The step-sibs waste no time in getting down to the ring. They climb the steel stairs, snag some mics left on the apron, and step through the ropes to take command of the center of the ring. Once that first chorus plays out, the fans quiet down and with that, O'Reilly gets straight to business.KO'R: Final Battle... The crowd pops big on account of he says it in that epic movie trailer voice-over kinda voice. Maximum gravitas. Kyle looks around the arena, looking serious.KO'R: Guys... guys this is really, really serious. KO'R: Cause yeah, its called Final Battle, and technically speaking, its the very last match-up in the twenty-twenty-three King of the Ring tournament. But ya know what else it is? Its my first battle... at least, its my very first one-on-one pay-per-view main event match ever in the UWF. He takes a great big deep ocean breath, collecting himself using a technique acquired in his youth at a court-mandated anger management program. KO'R: If like... I dunno... a year or two ago you'da told me that the the first time I headlined it would be against an nWo 4 lyfe Brother and not against one of my mortal nemesises, I might've been kinda bummed out. Its just so much better to wail on dudes you can't friggin stand than it is to fight your best friends, right? Thing is, the more I think about, the more stoked I get. Cause who better than Edge?
No, seriously... who's better than Edge?The UWF Universe gives it up for the praise thrown in the Ultimate Opportunist's direction. Bayley plays the hype-person by coaxing it out of them with some hand gestures and such.KO'R: Edge WON this thing last year. And then he went to Summerslam and clobbered Seth Rollins so bad that he took his title and ruined his life and he was never the same again. Plus that's not even the first time he got a world championship. If there's a "been there" in this business then Edge has "done that". Checked all the boxes. Hall of Famer through and through. And if I'm gonna fight someone in a legendary tournament finale to earn my way to the next dimension - I wanna do it by beating a guy like that. "Oooooh" says the crowd, now that the gauntlet has been officially thrown down. O'Reilly puts a hand up, trying to calm them down some if they're thinking he means ill by it.KO'R: Hey, hey, chill. It's all good. We're all good. But the thing is, it doesn't matter if your pals or whatever or not - this is still a sport and there's still gotta be a winner and a loser. If it were anyone else besides me facing off against Edge in this match, I'd be cheering against them and hoping my boy went on to clinch the repeat and win the K-O-T-R- twice in a row, cause that'd be effing wild, right?
But its not someone else. Its me. And that sucks hard eggs for Edge cause as good as he is, and as Ultimate Opportunist-y has he can be, and even with all the top-level experience he's racked up that I haven't had a chance to yet, there's one really big difference between us... Shooting a glance up the ramp - eyes piercing through Gorilla to wherever Edge is watching from backstage - Kyle pauses for a second before turning back to the hard cam to elaborate.KO'R: Edge is a guy who will do whatever he can to win. In the past, that's meant some devious stuff. Whatever. Now days, he's relying on raw talent to get that done and shoot, that got him here, didn't it? Now this is gonna sound like I'm saying the same thing, but it actually isn't - cause the difference is that I'm guy who will do whatever he can to not lose.
I've never been closer to smashing my way out of all these stupid shadows I've had to stand in since I broke out on my own. I've scribbled out like ninety-nine percent of the reasonable doubts about me. Nothing shy of a nuclear bomb dropped on the arena is gonna stop me from finishing the job now. I got no doubt in my mind that Edge is gonna empty the chamber on me but just like that wicked cool scene at the end of V for Vendetta, it just isn't gonna be enough. You can't kill what I got, and every time somebody thinks they've shut it down - like Batista or Knight - I just come back twice as hard and leave them in the dust.
Edge needs to beat me, but I just refuse to lose. I love the guy, but something's gotta give. When it goes deep and its all on the line, someone's gonna break...
And I swear to friggin gosh it won't be me.Kyle lowers his mic there, stepping aside to stand next to Bayley as the await the arrival of his opponent.
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Post by AndyDNU on Jun 27, 2023 9:35:27 GMT -6
The sound of metal clashing followed by “Wish It Away” by Psycho Dalek taking over the arena sound system signals the arrival of Drew McIntyre, which as usual draws ire from the passionate crowd. Half a dozen seconds or so pass by and the Scotsman walks out from behind the curtain and onto the stage in order to receive a cold welcome from the paying customers. With a folded steel chair in his hand, McIntyre takes a moment to observe the surroundings before slowly walking down the ramp towards the ring. Unfazed by the jeers and additional middle fingers being given to him by fans that managed to secure seats by the barricade, McIntyre reaches the end of the ramp and walks over to the steel steps. Taking the chair in two hands it looks like he is preparing to smash it off the steps to send a message, but after thinking about it he decides against doing so and instead climbs up in order to enter the ring. As walks across to stand right in the middle of his natural habitat, the music fades out and the arena lights also darken, with the exception of one spotlight which is beaming down directly on The Destroyer. As a ringside technician quickly hands over a microphone, McIntyre begins to address the audience whilst keeping his other hand glued to the chair. Drew McIntyre: If you’d have asked me when I returned to this organisation on the eve of Wrestlemania as to whether I would have seen myself standing in this ring preparing for a shot at the UWF Title less than six months later, I would have probably said no. Not because I consider myself not good enough to merit such an opportunity, but because when I returned I had a slow path planned out that was designed to change the landscape of the company and effectively torture and eradicate those that don’t deserve to be here. But after getting back into the trenches and re-assessing the situation, it became clear that I couldn’t afford to play the long game as initially intended, and so I took it upon myself to cut the queue and send a direct and painful message to the one that’s currently occupying the top spot. A spot that I won’t deny he has rightfully earned, but one that I fully intend to take from him nonetheless.Whilst he’s still not a fan favourite, there is an aura of confidence about McIntyre that at least seems to make some of them reluctantly believe that there is every chance he could follow through on his intentions. Deciding to unfold the chair in order to elaborate from a more comfortable position, McIntyre takes a seat and turns his attention towards his thoughts on the current UWF Champion. Drew McIntyre: Now Trevor I’ve already emphasised to you that my reasons for doing what I did were not through any fault of your own and that it was purely a case of a radical change in circumstances that ultimately forced my hand in ensuring that this match was given the green light. But by responding to my initial, albeit very physical statement of intent by trying to make of a mockery of me and getting your stooges to do most of your dirty work for you, all you’ve done is given me more reason to make the changing of the guard process an even more painful one for you. So when your championship reign comes to a much shorter end than you were perhaps initially expecting when you had your moment of glory a few months prior, you’re gonna have to wake up the next day, look yourself in the mirror, take a few seconds to process that your golden companion is gone, and acknowledge that you were in part to blame for that being the outcome. And perhaps then it’ll dawn on you that you are not the god of professional wrestling that you continue preaching yourself to be week in and week out.There is a cold and calculated feeling behind McIntyre’s words as he continues to berate Lee and everything that he stands for. Drew McIntyre: Where you and I differ quite considerably is that when it comes to how we view this industry, the only time religion factors into my method of thinking is if I ever feel inclined to encourage my victims to seek reassurance from a higher power ahead of their heads connecting with my size 13 boot. But you’ll forgive me for struggling to believe that the ones who came out the other side relatively unscathed managed to do so because they pledged their faith to the Mayor of Harlan, as aside from the ugly stepsisters Cade and Williams, there’s not another soul out there that’s rushing to get down on their knees, raise their hands together and pray in your name for some divine inspiration. You’re not a god Lee, you’re a self-entitled pretentious rich boy that is long overdue a dose of what the actual reality is around these parts. So don’t bother holding out any hope that by some miracle I will have a change of heart and end up pledging myself to your so-called holy ways and showering you with all the praise in the world, because you are dealing with the biggest and baddest heathen that has ever set foot inside the squared circle.A very mixed response from the crowd follows as there seems to be a sense of agreement on McIntyre’s assessment of Trevor Lee, but they are still unwilling to fully commit to backing him in his quest to dethrone him. Drew McIntyre: And if the message isn’t clear enough for you already, had your plan been to try and take me to church in this match, then just know that I am ready and more than willing to burn it down and destroy everything that you’ve built up to this point. Because that’s what I do Trevor, I destroy. It doesn’t matter if it’s people, items, legacies, careers, you name it, I’ll destroy it. I gave myself that name when I returned this year because it was the most accurate reflection of what I now stand for, to truly emphasise that I am willing to take apart anything and everything that doesn’t sit right with me, and I don’t care how extreme the lengths are that I have go to in order to make it happen. And whilst it’s clearly rubbed a hell of a lot of people up the wrong way, more importantly it’s served me well enough to get to this point where I am only one pinfall or submission away from claiming the biggest prize in the business and ushering in a much-needed new era here in the UWF.Clearly not interested in the prospect of Drew calling the shots in UWF, another wave of overwhelming jeers greets The Scotsman who doesn’t appear bothered in the slightest, and instead prepares to elaborate further on what he has planned should he be successful at Final Battle. Drew McIntyre: An era that you may still have a part to play in Trevor, albeit in a much smaller role than what you’ve been used to these past number of months. Because there’s only room for one star of the show, and it sure as shit isn’t gonna be some brash Southern egomaniac. The only reason I’m being generous enough to let you keep your place on this roster rather than making you earn it is out of recognition for your efforts in bringing Shark Boy’s reign to a much-needed end. But that’s as far as any special treatment goes, because just like everyone else round here you’re gonna have to fall in line and learn to respect the order that I intend to bring when I’m champion. For too long the lineage of that belt has been tarnished by people that brought nothing but shame to the sport of professional wrestling, and so the only way that a once great championship can have its prestige restored is for the golden nameplate to have the words ‘Drew McIntyre’ engraved onto it.Before McIntyre can share any more of his thoughts, the arena lights suddenly go up…
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Post by Xander on Jun 29, 2023 19:30:20 GMT -6
I'M BETTER THAN YOU
AND YOU KNOW IT! “Better Than You” begins to play and as is always expected it is met with immediate hatred and venom ringing down from the rafters. Maxwell Jacob Friedman begins to strut out the entrance way with his UWF Intercontinental Championship around his waist and Jake Hager at his side. As the fans try to goad MJF into some kind of interaction ring side he just continues his way down the ramp pretending like they aren’t even there. As he gets into the ring and the music dies down MJF puts out one finger as if asking the fans to give him a moment.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Before I start talking about anything, I have somethingI really need to ask you people. Every time my music plays, even before I come through that entrance you are all on your foot. And like the good trained little circus animals you are you’ve got your thumbs down, or you middle fingers up. You are all yelling “boo” and I’ve always wondered…do you actually think that does anything. Do you people in uneducated poor little minds think I give a shit that you don’t like me? Do you think it affects me in any way, what so ever? I mean honestly, what do you get out of it. Do you think you somehow become part of the show? Because to me you are as part of the show as the morons sitting in their double wide homes yelling at the television when I’m on it. This could be an empty arena and I wouldn’t give a damn, honestly it might be a little nicer…it would smell a whole hell of a lot better.
This of course primes a new round of boos and obscenities being yelled and MJF just shrugs his shoulders as if he is confused that they don’t understand this is what he’s talking about.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Got it, you’re too stupid to understand. I feel better now so let’s talk about Final Battle. Let’s talk about perhaps the king of you morons, let’s talk about Orange Cassidy. I’m going to be honest, this match is a little refreshing. It's not because he’s any kind of competition, because I mean we all know he isn’t. But at least for the first time I can face someone, with this title on the line, who earned the opportunity to have a shot at the title. Even when I won this title it was from an undeserving human blob of a champion and a moron clown who lost to the blob and should’ve lost any right to ever be a champion again. At least the freshly squeezed Orange Cuck beat three nobodies to win his way to yours truly with the especially olympics medal swinging around his neck.
MJF gives a wry smile to Hager who just cracks a smirk.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Listen Sunny D, I heard what you said…you are sick of people underestimating you, but the problem is you did that. This King of Sloths Style, I weigh whatever and from wherever….that’s the bullshit that gets you underestimated. So I find it funny, that you set the gimmick and then get pissed that people believe it. That’s like the Honky Tonk Man being pissed people thinking he like Elvis, Brutus The Barber Beefcake being mad someone asks him to cut their hair or even Renee getting mad that people all thinking she’s a chain smoking slut. But the thing is Jimmy…oooops I mean Orange…I see you. I see who you actually are and I can even respect it. But what I don’t respect is that you pander to these morons because you want to hear them cheer for you. And you want to see the little kids in their jean jackets and plastic aviator sunglasses. You could actually be more, if you grew a pair.
MJF begins to do his normal pacing and he rubs the back of his neck for a second as he collects his thoughts.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: You know for all you might say about me, I do you little glimpses of you taking from me. I mean, don’t think it goes unnoticed that you keep doing the little ‘Jerkoff Fishman’ when talking about me. And that’s cute because I’ll call you Orange Cuck or Sunny Dbag…or you know maybe just that blonde bitch I beat into submission and left in a bloody pile. I’ll admit that last one is accurate but not as catchy, but we are spitballing here, I’ll workshop it a bit. You want these people to cheer for you, I get that. No, I actually don’t get that at all. I don’t understand needing the approval of people beneath me to somehow matter in my life. You idiots could love me, hate me, it wouldn’t matter because I’m still living my best life. I’m still the top champion in UWF, I’m still the face on the posters, on the trucks…I’m the face of this company whether the fat hill bill in section 213 likes me or not. That’s what you need to understand King of Cuck Style. Their love isn’t going to bring you to my level.
He’s riled them up a good bit now. MJF just leans on the top rope and takes in a moment to enjoy how easily he can play with the morons and get them to do what he wants. But he goes back to pacing around the ring.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: I know everyone wants you to beat me, you people are dying for someone to shut me up. But the fact of the matter is, he’s not your savior. Orange Cassidy is not the man that topples MJF. I know it would be great for all of you…I know you didn’t want Burger Kingston to be your Intercontinental Champion anymore than you wanted me. But now you have a jean jacket adorned, dollar store aviator wearing, blonde headed moron in yoga pants that are made to look like jeans to call your hero. And you would all go back to your double wides or your cheap apartments and sleep better at night in you squalor knowing that Orange Cassidy was the UWF Intercontinental Champion. But people like you and people like him don’t get happy endings. No, they get reality and the reality of this world is that MJF walks into Final Battle as champion and MJF walks out of Final Battle as champion because when that bell rings what you people want doesn’t amount to dick!
There is a good amount of passion starting to brew in MJF’s words.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: So go ahead cheer him, let him be the man that represents all of you because he’s too busy wanting to be loved by you that he’s becoming a loser just like the rest of you. And when I end his career at Final Battle let the all the dirt sheet writers, twitter tough guys and every triple chinned tik tok “expert” let it be known; Orange Cassidy was nothing but wasted potential laid to rest by a man that was better than him in every way. He could’ve risen to a higher level than he ever imagined, but he wanted to play in the dirt with the fans and he got what he deserved for it.
MJF gives a devilish grin as he stands in the middle of the ring.
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Post by theswedishace on Jun 30, 2023 14:27:03 GMT -6
A sick 80s inspired beat starts to pulsate through the arena as the lights dim and lasers in all sorts of rad colors begin to dance around the stage area. We're talking magenta, cyan, purple, orange, it's lit up like a Pink Floyd show. After a few seconds of this beat building with some flourishes, you here the familiar phrase: YOU THINK YOU KNOW MEAnd after it, the beat picks up harder, and as the synth begins to belt out an instrumental version of Edge's most iconic theme, you see him, emerging from a cloud of smoke to strobe lights in the same colors as the lasers, which are now dancing around the whole arena. There's no animalistic prowling across the stage, just a smooth swagger to his stride. A smirk on his lips as he matches his stride to the vibe of the music. At ringside, he waits for the music to start to swell again and as it does, he slides into the ring. As it would kick into the second chorus (like if there were actual words) he ascends the turnbuckle and poses. After a few moments, Edge hops off the turnbuckle and meets the gaze of Kyle. If lightning could shoot from their eyes, neither man's beam could out push the other. But sadly, this isn't an anime, it's reality and in reality, the two friends turned adversaries simply stare, the crowd feeding into the staredown before it's broken by a smile from Edge and a ringside worker getting his attention to hand him a microphone. Edge Before we get into it, I want to first congratulate you Kyle. A man with your talents should have found himself in a main event long before tonight, so congrats. Enjoy every moment of this. That electricity that builds as each match before you happens. As you watch the card dwindle down and down, as you watch the crowd build and build. With every other match on the card, it's always a gamble of how many people will be in their seats, eyes fixated on the action, but there's no question with the main event. It's one hundred percent. Hell, maybe one hundred and one percent if the security team is too lax and people sneak in without a ticket. Soak in that feeling, let it marinate, because if you've given one hundred percent in all your other matches, you're gonna need to find an extra few percent in the main event. Trust me, this isn't my first dance...
...and it sure as hell won't be my last!
There's a fire in Edge's words as the veins in his neck bulge to accentuate that last sentence. No animosity, just a pure desire to win is what Edge's words are covered in as opposed to their usual venom. The crowd swells with Edge's words but the tides pull back out as he continues. Edge Because while you stand here, ready to finally drop that chip on your shoulder as you walk into your first pay per view main event, I stand here having lost count of how often I've found myself closing a show. I could easily stop and count, look back on the annals of history...oh wait. That's right. I've had my history robbed from me. Taken away by the greed and ego of an out of touch maniac who would rather watch his hard work burn than see another man run it better than he ever could. But even if I could go back and count how many main events, how many Raws, Smackdowns, Thunders, NXTs, Revolutions, Pay Per Views I've gone on last...I wouldn't. Because when I stop to count how many I've been in, I'm telling myself that there's never going to be another tally to add to the total. Tonight is simply another in a long line I plan on continuing. I plan on main eventing tonight, I plan on main eventing Summerslam, and after I win the UWF title again, I will main event every Pay Per View I am champion for...until next year's Final Battle where I'll see who exactly caught fire to try and take me down. And maybe next year, it'll be you in the Finals again. And maybe next year you'll win the whole damn thing and get a well deserved crown on your head. Then we can run tonight back with even bigger stakes at Summerslam...
...but it'll be the same story of tonight. Because you've already told me why you won't win.
Edge lowers his microphone but turns his gaze for the first time away from Kyle as he starts pacing around the ring. Edge You'll do anything to not lose. It's like a football team going into the Prevent Defense. A hockey team turtling up in their own end and focusing on defense. Like playing Blackjack and only betting one chip at a time. More often than not, the person who has the mentality of doing everything in their power to not lose, to not let the win slip out of their hands, they're the ones who end up losing. They're going to give up that one big play where the receiver breaks one tackle and scores a touchdown. The winger is gonna wind up that slapshot basically at the blue line that's going to get past everyone and go into the net. They'll stand up from the table with no chips left as the morning sun rises outside the casino. And it's not because the strategy was wrong. Statistically, all of those people made the right choice to not lose. But statistics don't take into account the desire of their opponents to win. That player broke that tackle because he was running harder than he's ever run before. That slapshot went past everyone because he hit the puck harder than he's ever hit a puck before. And casinos want to take every last dime you've got in your pockets because the House. Always. Wins. And they don't care if they have to do it one chip at a time. People who play not to lose play conservatively. You're trying to outlast your opponent and hope that they lose before your body gives out. But Kyle... you can't outlast ME.
There's the fire again, Edge shoots his stare back at Kyle and now steps towards him, so Kyle can not just hear his words, but feel them. Edge How much of UWF's Mount Rushmore is still here? How often do they come around before fizzling out? How many show up as shells of their former selves? Ask anyone their Mount Rushmore of UWF and you may get one hundred different combinations of four men, but they'll all leave me off the list. Maybe I'm their fifth choice, just barely missing that cut. But my head is never on that mountain. Yet I'm still here. Still competing at the same level I've competed at every single time I've set foot in this company. Everytime we hear rumblings of "Did you hear, Cody Rhodes is coming back" or "I hear Dean Ambrose has been training again", there's always that wonder on if we'll get the same Cody or Dean that we had in the past. Same with Bryan and Kevin Steen, Bray Wyatt, the list goes on and on. But there's one name no one has ever had to worry about being a dip in quality. And that's mine. I have been wrestling for twenty-five years, at a level others would be lucky to wrestle one year at. I've done it for twenty-five and maybe I'll do it for twenty-five more. Twenty-five years of wrestlers, this business, management, trying to break me. I have weathered every storm that has approached me and tonight will be no different. I love you Kyle, but I can and will outlast you. It's what I've always done. It's what I will always do. I'm not here to make UWF history...
I AM UWF History
Edge lowers the mic but remains almost nose to nose with Kyle. If there was any doubt on what level of ferocity Edge was bringing into this match up, it should all be clear now. All that remains is for Kyle to respond.
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Post by Fauche on Jul 1, 2023 9:44:05 GMT -6
Now that the opponents are so close, the vibe in the arena is thick and sweaty and greasy with intensity. The fans are eating it up, too, cause in the back of everyone's head, they're wondering if maybe the Kyle they've seen take things too far and the Edge they've seen stab backs and cut throats might not just rear their ugly heads again right now and turn this friendly competition into something much ultra-violent-er.
It doesn't, though. At least, not yet. After ten, maybe twelve seconds of silent, impregnated staredown, it's Kyle who takes a step back to ease up the tension. He kinds shrugs as and scratches the back of his head, almost handogged as he breaks the bad news to Edge.KO'R: Sorry dude... but history's kiiiiiiinda boring.Nearby, Bayley chuckles. Kyle's demeanor stays the same, maintaining that uncharacteristically tactful and more-or-less level-headed tenor as he talks to the guy that is equally pal and rival.KO'R: It happened. Its done. Its this story we keep telling ourselves over and over and over again and honestly? It just makes me yawn. I respect the heck out of you dude, but me, personally? The last thing I'd ever want is to have people thinking about all the stuff I used to do instead of worrying about what I'm about to do next.
I mean obviously, like, yeah, I'm a big Street Fighter 2 guy. That game is unbelievable. But what kinda dummy is gonna spend all day obsessing over oldschool stuff when a brand spankin' new SF6 just dropped? We gotta move on sometimes. Do new things, right?
Look around at the UWF - these guys like Trevor Lee and MJF and Orange Cassidy are holding titles and up until real recently, they'd never ever been champions here before! New blood! Fresh faces! I don't even like most of those guys, but obviously what they're doing is working now. And that's all that matters.KO'R: Everyone also has to bring up "Mount Rushmore" and all those old, mostly retired losers whose faces are on it. Who cares? Seriously, who even cares about those guys? You wanna know who my Mount Rushmore is? My top four? Its the FOUR guys holding the FOUR recognized titles today. Those are the ones you gotta beat when it counts. Why would I compare myself to some friggin ghosts and waste energy focusing on dream matches and records and all that bullspit?
Not saying all the great stuff you've done over the years isn't awesome - cause it definitely is - but how much does it matter now? You're a former world champ a few times over. FORMER. The "house" may always win, but bud, sorry... you don't. I'm not trying to be an A-hole or anything, but if we're gonna talk about the past, then lets talk about it. How many King of the Rings were you in before you finally won one? When's the last time you picked up a win on a big pay-per-view show like this? How are you gonna trash talk "defense" when you couldn't even defend the UWF title once? Things are getting pretty dicey in there. Mean-spirited, even. Kyle catches himself going there and pulls back, taking a moment to check himself and conferring off-mic for a sec with his step-sister before turning back around to speak to Edge again.KO'R: Look... man, all I'm saying is that history - your past, my past, everybody's else's... its patchy and kinda sucky, and if what you're taking away from it is that you're unstoppable, then you're crazy. Cause that's just not how it actually ever is. Don't be another guy who point at hisself and says "LOOK WHAT I DID". Ugh. Its the worst. Me? I look back - even at the good times and the high points - and all I can see if stuff I shoulda done better. Stuff I coulda done better if I've known any better and now that I've learned some hard lessons, I'm thinking that I can finally make good.
What you call consistency I call a ceiling. Its flat. You hit your mark and you stayed there and its great but its just one place and its forever. I'm here now and it took a while cause it was two steps forward one step back but that's still progress. I'm moving up. Always up.Kyle's eyes aim skyward for a moment as he visualizes that trajectory. Then, back down to earth. Directly at Edge.KO'R: When I beat you, even if I gotta dislocate something or smash some bones, I know you're gonna be okay. I know that when I win the UWF title, some day me and you will probably run it back cause yeah, you're a top guy for life. That history's written. But if you think there aren't some more chapters - some more brutal, unpredictable, Diabetic chapters to come - then you're goofing yourself, Edge.With that, he brings the mic down, opening it up for the Ultimate Opportunist again.
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Post by Dres on Jul 1, 2023 18:16:12 GMT -6
The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia standing in the ring with a microphone in hand.
Vinny Marseglia: If you would’ve told me at the beginning of the year that come July, I’d be getting ready to face Bray Wyatt after weeks of back and forth, I wouldn’t have believed you. But oh am I glad it’s happening because these past few weeks, they’ve been the shot in the arm I was looking for when I decided to return to the UWF. Because Bray and I are cut from a similar cloth in that we both have a presence about us, we present ourselves in a certain light, and we’re amused by what we dabble in: the mad and the macabre. A man like Bray Wyatt is the only fitting entity for a comeback like mine, but with all that being the case, at Final Battle, playtime is over between Bray and I. Both of us will enter this ring and, from bell to bell, we’ll tear each other limb from limb and because of that, only one of us will leave this ring under his own power.
And I understand that not all of you are pulling for yours truly, you want to see the enigma that is Bray Wyatt snuff out my flame and see to it that my return is a short lived one. Well the, “Eater of Worlds” is formidable, but not that formidable. Bray, you’ve proven to be everything I wanted in an opponent and psychologically, you’ve been a tough nut to crack, but I will find out what it takes to break you, follow through on it, and then throw the pieces into the wind. But before I finish you off, you will do one last thing, and that’s bow down to your Horror King.
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Post by Evolution J on Jul 2, 2023 16:17:58 GMT -6
"Kingdom" by Downstait hits as the American Nightmare Cody Rhodes comes out to a huge chorus of cheers and he has a smile on his face. He claps some of the hands of the fans before he steps in the middle and the fireworks go off as the fans start cheering even louder. Then he continues walking while clapping the hands of the fans and then he walks up the steel steps. He walks along the ropes and he stops in the middle as he walks through the ring ropes. He gets into the thing as he walks over to the announcer and he asks for a microphone. The announcer gives him a microphone as his theme music stops playing and he hears the crowd chant his name even louder before he begins to speak.Cody Rhodes: So you all want to talk about? Cody smirks as the crowd chant his name even louder and he begins to cry a little bit. He wipes a tear off his eyes and he begins to speak while he stares at the camera. Cody Rhodes: Thank you guys. I honestly appreciate that alot. like I have said before, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you fans. You were the one who asked me to come back and you guys have fueled my passion for wrestling. You guys have helped me return to this beautiful place that I used to rule a decade ago as your UWF Champion. But now things have changed and it has come to an end. I honestly gave it all to my last opponent Jamie Hayter at Revolution and I was unsuccessful in the last match. But now we have to move onto tonight and it is the Final Battle. I am placed in a triple threat match between the current TV Champion JBL and the Mafia leader Finn Balor. I honestly must say this is going to be the last time everyone will ever see me perform in this ring tonight. But don't worry, I will promise you all that I won't be leaving this arena and match without a fight. I will give you an amazing performance that you all will never ever forget. I am going to dedicate this match to my beloved wife Brandi, daughter, family, and friends that had my back all these years. Win or lose, I will be planning to put out all the stops tonight at Final Battle.
JBL, I must say even though we never had a real single match against each other. I honestly must say you have proved to be one of the toughest and smartest opponents that I have faced today. I am honored that you have given me a rematch for your UWF TV Championship. I respect your work as a wrestler and outside work. I may not agree with most of the things you do in order to make yourself successful in the ring. But I admire your ambition to prove everyone in UWF that you are one tough son of a bitch and that is why you are still holding that UWF TV Championship. But tonight is a different story. As much as I respect your wrestling abilities and all. I can promise you as a former UWF Champion and UWFG Hall Of Famer, I think you will have a huge challenging task tonight. I won't be surprised that you might have to enlist the FTR to help you defeat Finn Balor and I tonight. But no matter what happens, I will promise you that I will do whatever it takes to go home and steal that precious UWF TV Championship away from your waist.
As you see JBL, this won't be my first rodeo being part of any championship matches. I have done it all. I had to put my whole body on the line whether I cheat or not to achieve my goals of winning. I have done it to prove to everyone, especially those who have doubted me that I am that damn good. I had to risk everything I love and care about to accomplish my goals. I have done it and that is how I ruled a decade ago as UWF Champion. It wasn't an easy task to do. But I have done it and I am extremely happy that I have done it. At the Final Battle, I can promise that it may be a different story for me. But the result will always be the same. It will end with both you and Finn Balor's body lying in the middle of the ring. There will be one man standing and his name will be none other than your new UWF TV Champion.....the American Nightmare Cody Rhodes.
Now let's me talk about Finn Balor. Finn, we had our shared of battles and you have always end up on top. As much as we both want to bring some championship gold to the Mafia. I respect you as a wrestler and as a amazing human being. But I already know you are already planning to screw me at final Battle and take the win for yourself. I honestly admit that would be a huge mistake on your part. The reason why is because I don't think you are ready to handle the pressure of being the UWF TV Champion again. I already know you don't really trust me as you can. But deep down, I know you are afraid of me. I already know you are planning to take me out at the Final Battle after winning back the UWF TV Championship. Even though that sounds like a good plan to go with Finn. But a plan like that is about to go wrong because of one big problem. That big problem is me because I will make sure I get to end my wrestling career on a high note and win back the UWF TV Championship that belongs to me. I deserved to be the UWF TV Champion because I have worked extremely hard to win it and you just came in to sweep it off my feet. Well, that isn't going to happen again. This time, I will be the only one ruining yo9ur plans Finn and I will win back that UWF TV Championship. You can bring all your Mafia crew and buddies all you want. It won't matter to me because I will have no problem going through them and JBL's FTR to win the UWF TV Championship. I will do it until I break every limb in my body and I am bleeding in this ring with my hand raised aa the new UWF TV Champion.
At the Final Battle, the American Nightmare will go out for the final time and he will come out as your brand new UWF TV Champion. There won't be anything anybody can do to stop me because this is my life and my life story ends at the Final Battle. JBL and Finn Balor, see you at the Final Battle. Cody Rhodes stops speaking as he goes down and he kisses the floor. He looks up into the air as he remembers his dad while the crowd cheers for him. The scene fades and ends with Cody waiting for the final face off with his opponents.
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Post by theswedishace on Jul 2, 2023 17:55:20 GMT -6
Edge finally takes a moment to stand down, to relax. You can see the tenseness leave his face, his neck, his shoulders and like Kyle not too long ago, takes a deep breath before raising the microphone to retort. Edge You're right Kyle, there's plenty more chapters to come. For both of our stories. Yours will continue to be that battle against adversity, no matter how many steps back you're forced to take, you'll always make sure you're taking at least one extra step forward. Ever marching forward. And with how far you've come during your most recent stint, hell I'll just come right out and say it's impressive. You were always a ball of potential energy, waiting to explode out kinetically, like Gambit. I mean, that's always been your M.O. Build up all that rage and violence in your heart and let it explode in the ring against your opponents. But something always kept you out of the path of the World Title. But through your persistence you’re facing down one last obstacle between yourself and a guaranteed UWF Championship opportunity. The problem is that it’s me. And that’s not a problem because we’re buddies, it’s not a problem of either of us being unwilling to give it our all in the main event. The problem is you’re looking at now and you’re looking at your future. You glance at the past and force yourself to only look ahead, where your gaze is met with me. To only see the opponent in front of you and not the trail they’ve left behind them to get to that spot? It’s boneheaded. Those who refuse to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. So yeah, look at your own past to know your mistakes and what could’ve been done differently. It’s what I do with all my stumbles since last year’s King of the Ring. But I also look at your past to see what’s stopped you. From Strong Dragons, to Despy, to our whirlwind time in the nWo, it all matters. Maybe the Kyle standing in front of me is different from the one who first inked his name on a UWF contract so many years ago…
But Kyle then had to walk the path to get to Kyle now. So I take alllllll of that in. I’ve seen what you’re capable of at your absolute best and I’ve seen what happens when you’re at your worst. And you’ve seen all of that from me. You’ve seen what I’m capable of when I’m on fire and you’ve seen me ice cold.
Edge positions his body towards hard cam, his head still turned to face Kyle though for one final sentence. Edge So which am I right now?
Edge has the crowd’s attention now as he starts pacing. Edge I mean, you’re undefeated in King of the Ring matches as of this moment. And you can point at me and say “You’ve lost in this tournament before” and yeah, you’re damn right. But you’re only undefeated because this is your first rodeo. Look at last year’s field compared to this year, how much overlap is there? Just one man. How many people go one and done in this company? Hold some gold on their shoulder, be someone who matters right now…only to disappear once they lose, never to return. Sure, I’m a former many things. But I’m still here. Still plugging along, trying to walk to the top again. And again. And again. And again. No matter the losses, no matter how cold I may seem walking into this tournament. Last year heading into the King of the Ring, I had just lost the Prime Time Medal at Backlash. That’s a big Pay Per View loss right? So obviously I then lost the King of the Ring right? Because the law of right now meant I was dead in the water, waiting to sink to the bottom…
But when it’s sink or swim, I swim. Then I came face to face with the man who had bested me in that tournament and what did I do? Learned from my mistakes and beat him. Yeah, I couldn’t defend the UWF Championship last time around, which is a piece of history I intend not to repeat. That’s what I’m consistent at. Improving. You can look at consistency as a ceiling all you want…
…at least it means I’ve reached my ceiling if I’m that consistent.
Now it’s Edge’s turn to throw some mean spirits back at Kyle, and no, I don’t mean gin or Slimer from Ghostbusters. Edge gestures to the crowd to quiet them down before turning his whole body back towards Kyle. Edge But I know that one day, you’ll stand on the precipice of that mountaintop, staring down the UWF Champion. It just…it’s not going to be at Summerslam 2023. Because I’m not ready to be a footnote on your history. I came back to right some wrongs, a victim of circumstance, sure, but I had things taken from me. Now I’m only here to write more of my story. And with that, more of the UWF’s story.
Because history is written by the victors.
Edge lowers the microphone to give Kyle a chance to speak because hoo boy, did Edge huff and puff some words for a while there.
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Post by Chase on Jul 3, 2023 9:24:18 GMT -6
Fans in the arena are excited for the Final Battle tour where they see wrestlers in action before the next big event all of a sudden. Orchestral music plays and out comes Roman Reigns flanked by his Wiseman Paul Heyman and the Problem Solver Solo Sikoa. Roman is wearing a very sleek track suit and he is smiling ear to ear. Paul Heyman seems to have a contract in hand. Roman Reigns goes and he signs the contract and with a smile he walks down the ramp. Solo and Heyman flank him. The fans are giving an overall mix reaction for Reigns. Reigns enters the ring and Solo is close behind him. Heyman is still outside grabbing a microphone for his Tribal Chief. Roman and Solo throw up the ones and once Roman gets handed the mic he begins to speak. Roman Reigns: Washingtooon. DC... DMV area!
The fans cheer for Roman mentioning there hometown. Roman Reigns: ACKNOWLEDGE ME!
Big mix reaction for the Tribal Chief and Roman Reigns begins to speak. Roman Reigns: I know you all watch the show. So no need to bore you with all the semantics and details why I am out here. You see my Wiseman informed that there is someone out here in the UWF who loves to fight and takes on any challengers. This said individual loves open challenges. Well if you saw in my entrance what I just signed was an aggreement to said open challenge. The contract is set the date is July 9th Final Battle right here in Washington DC, and the first person to welcome back Roman Reigns to the UWF is none other than Jamie Hayter.
Fans cheer for Jamie Hayter and this causes Roman to look annoyed a bit and Roman starts motioning his hands as in telling the crowd to settle down. Roman Reigns: Alright alright alright we know who she is but she is no Tribal Chief.
The fans give a mix reaction and the smile Roman has been showing becomes a face of annoyance Roman laughs it off and he waits until the crowd settles before speaking again. Roman Reigns: It's okay I just have to remind you guys just like I have to remind the whole roster why I am one of the best to have entered this business. You see the legacy of Roman Reigns is going to be a different one than you have seen in the past. Whatever you know of me in the past leave it there. We are living for the here and for the now. And the here and now leads to Final Battle where I will absolutely without a doubt send a message to the back but send a message to Jamie Hayter. Now look Jamie you're a hard hitting woman. I have seen you wrestle and man you hit harder than my cousins Jimmy and Jey.
Fans boo as Roman starts to disrespect to UWF legends in Jimmy anf Jey Uso. Roman Reigns: I mean I see you hit someone and it's like OUCH! Like Wiseman? Paul Heyman: Yes my Tribal Chief? Roman Reigns: Could you take a punch from Jamie Hayter? Paul Heyman: No my Tribal Chief. Roman Reigns: Exactly, but who can Wiseman? Paul Heyman: You my Tribal Chief. Roman Reigns: That is right... Me. Not only just me standing in this ring but my hard headed cousin Solo can too. You see Jamie you have been fighting in the ring recently just nothing more than a bunch of cupcakes. Soft weak individuals who aren't able to handle the damage you're throwing. And I am not soft. I am not a cupcake. I am the Tribal Chief. You see for so long my families name has been a disgrace here in the UWF and I am not happy about it one bit. Whether it is my cousins being the biggest laughing stocks in the business, or me being giving creative ideas that made me so stupid I am done with that. You see now it's my time to take what is rightfully mine and Jamie Hayter with all due respect you. You're nothing more than a trivia question for people. When people want to know who Roman Reigns beat in his return to the UWF they're going to have one answer and that is Jamie Hayter. You see everyone here will suffer the same fate like Jamie Hayter. And it's simple Smash Em' Spear Em' and Pin Em'. That's it simple as that.
Fans start chanting for Jamie and this is annoying the Tribal Chief. Roman Reigns: You want Jamie Hayter? You hear that Jamie they want you to come out. So why don't you come out right now grace us with your precense but before you talk make sure you do one thing first. Make sure you Acknowledge ME!
Fans boo as Reigns and crew stare at the entrance ramp awaiting his Final Battle opponent.
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