Summerslam Card and TTs

[Dres]

As the capacity UWF crowd awaits what’s next, suddenly the lights go out. After a moment of silence, a familiar voice is heard over the PA system.

”REVERE ME.
FEAR ME.”

As soon as these words are spoken, somber guitar music begins to play as the lights come up to a dark blue hue with smoke covering the stage.



As the vocals of, “Broken Needle” by Marilyn Manson begin, out walks Vinny Marseglia with his axe in his right hand resting on his shoulder as he takes a look to the end of the ramp and into the ring before beginning his walk down it. Once completing his walk, Vinny stops at the bottom of the ramp, lowering his axe to his side as he climbs up onto the ring apron and then steps through the ropes. Vinny walks to the opposite side of the ring now and motions for a microphone as a ringside official grants him one. Vinny now walks to the center of the ring as he raises the microphone he’s been given up to his mouth.

Vinny Marseglia: There’s a question that’s been lingering ever since I made my return to the UWF and that question is: why did Vinny Marseglia make his return? Based on what I’ve had to say the past several weeks, one could piece together that I’m here simply to rule over the company I once did again or one could speculate that this is all about Bray Wyatt. Well, it’s neither of those things. Not mainly, anyway. But don’t worry, you don’t have to speculate or fantasize or guess or try to figure it out any longer because I’m going to lift the lid on the mystery. I came back to face the, “Mayor of Harlan” Trevor Lee.

Some of the crowd cheers while some are stunned silent as Vinny continues.

And you may be asking yourself why I would do that considering the one time I met the man, I gave him a personal endorsement. Well it was all well and good between Trevor and I until he set out to be, in his own words, greater than the, “Horror King” by becoming a god. And then he coupled that delusion with disrespect when he took an axe to the throne and that’s when I knew that there was finally something worth sinking my teeth into around here again. No more sitting on panels with other UWF Hall of Famers and legends giving thoughts on matches, it was time to get my hands dirty again. But what happened before I could get my hands on Trevor Lee? He ran back to Harlan with his tail tucked between his legs. But anytime you feel like coming back to UWF, Trevor, comeuppance for your disrespect is waiting.

Vinny looks dead into the camera for a moment before smiling.

Now, what does that have to do with Summerslam? Well it’s like I’ve said multiple times during my first stint in UWF and it’s like I said to Finn Balor, no one ever gets one over on Vinny Marseglia because once you’ve traded words with me and been in the ring with me, you’re marked. Finn Balor and The Mafia are marked, Jamie Hayter is marked, everyone that thinks they’ve gotten away with slighting me has been marked and that’s why I got the Trevor Lee stuff off my chest. As for what it has to do with Summerslam, well, that’s simple: The Fiend is marked. But before I get to him, I want to address Bray Wyatt. In some ways, I owe Bray a debt of gratitude because with my reason for returning to active competition disappearing, I had no dance partner but there Bray was on the night of my return offering playtime and oh what fun playtime was. So thank you, Bray, thank you for reminding me that it doesn’t matter who I’m tormenting because everyone is a victim. But now I’m on to bigger fish than Bray Wyatt, I’m going to the top of the macabre food chain. Higher than Raven, higher than Undertaker, higher than even myself because of what he’s accomplished. I’m taking on The Fiend.

And that makes a lot of people think I’ve gone off the deep end, and to that I say thank you for noticing. Why would Vinny Marseglia willingly pick a fight with The Fiend? Because The Fiend captures my attention and piques my curiosity, but also because I want to destroy him. Let’s walk things back a bit in this dialogue to when I was talking about why I came back. I told you the main reason, but another reason is to sit at the top of my kingdom again. And what better way to make headway on that goal than by demolishing the most dominant, most feared entity in UWF history other than myself? But it couldn’t be a regular match because a regular match doesn’t entice someone like The Fiend and, quite frankly, it doesn’t get me salivating much either. So when I issued my challenge, I picked the most brutal match this company has ever seen, the Last Heart Beating match.

It’s been four years since the first Last Heart Beating match so I understand if it’s foreign to a lot of you. But it’s self-explanatory. Both of us have carte blanche to do whatever we want to each other anywhere and with anything and the match doesn’t stop until one competitor’s heart does. I won the first one, and I know that many of you are wondering what makes me think I can beat The Fiend in this match. Well my question to you is what makes The Fiend think he can beat me in this match? I give The Fiend his props for his presence and his accomplishments. Like I said, he’s feared, but so am I. And since I created this match and have done unspeakable things within it and to other superstars outside of it, again I ask, what makes The Fiend so sure of victory?

Tell me, Fiend. Tell me, Bray. Come out here and tell me to my face why my heart is going to be the one getting stopped because while you might not convince me, it’s at least worth a try, right?

Vinny lowers his microphone as he awaits the arrival of either Bray or The Fiend.

[Danny]

Live August 27th from Citi Field in Queens, New York

Deadline
www.timeanddate.com/countdown/wrestling?iso=20230825T00&p0=24&msg=Summerslam+Deadline&font=serif&csz=1




UWF Championship

Drew McIntyre(c) vs Kyle O'Reilly




Last Heart Beating

Vinny Marseglia vs Bray Wyatt




If Sami wins, he's the #1 contender to the UWF Championship

Sami Zayn vs Will Ospreay




Money in the Bank

Edge vs Roman Reigns vs LA Knight vs Ricky Starks vs The Shark vs WARHORSE vs Spike Dudley vs Orange Cassidy




Prime Time Medal Falls Count Anywhere

Bronson Reed vs Jamie Hayter




Television Championship

The Mafia vs The LWO


*Graphics done by RawisRey

[Danny]

The rules for Money in the Bank are similar to big multiman rules I've done in the past. They are as followed.


- 1k word limit in TT's. This includes non spoken words.

- A limit of 3 TTs. You're only allowed to post once a week. Revolutions being the start of a new week. So 5th-11th is week 1. 11th-18th week 2. 18th-25th is week 3.

- If you miss a week you can make it up but don't go past the current round.

- There is no set order. Post when you can but know you have less to work with if you post so soon without letting others go in between.

[albo2]

The crowd are sitting in anticipation, waiting for something to happen and lucky for them, The Duchess of Dudleyville and her partner, Spike Dudley are in the ring. No entrance, no fireworks, no party, just straight to business.

THE RUNT OF DUDLEYVILLE

SPIKE DUDLEY

I'm out here right now feeling a little different then I usually do. Normally my music hits, normally I run my way down to this ring, giving you fans high fives if you want them with my Angel Without Wings entering this ring like only she can. That is what usually happens and then I grab this mic and get you all to stand on your feet and cheer for your favourite Uncle. We have done that dance so many times, we have done the same thing for years and years with you guys lifting me up with my job making you believe in me and believing I can do anything I want to in this ring. Sometimes I'm wrong but most times.....most times we fuel each other on and we get to stand here celebrating the good times. Am I right?

Spike lowers the mic, looking out into the crowd, allowing crowd participation with the crowd following along and doing exactly what is asked of them.

I knew I could count on you but tonight, I need to ask something more of everyone here. You see, this last month....ever since Ciampa cost me my dream of righting the biggest wrong in my UWF.....I've been a little off. Samoa Joe got into my head. He brought me down to his level and I have been struggling. I have no problem in admitting that Uncle Spike Dudley is in a bit of a hole. A hole that I don't think I've been in for a while. A hole that in every passing week, seems to be swallowing just a little more of me down with it. It's a hole that is so deep that I believe even if I wasn't a little shrimp of a guy, I'd struggle to keep my head above the ground. You can all cheer and chant my name but deep down you all know it. I haven't been myself recently....there is no better proof to this then Heatwave. The Spike Dudley everyone knows and loves...he wouldn't celebrate ending 3 careers. I wouldn't be happy with 3 fathers having to make their way home and look their children in the eyes and telling them that Christmas just got a little bit harder because Daddy just lost his job and I'm the sole responsibility for that. My brothers weren't the one climbing that ladder and retrieving those contracts....it was at my hands that the UWF roster got trimmed.

The crowd let out a cheer, not the reaction Spike was looking for though but the crowd is happy that the Nation of Violence is gone.

That's what I mean, I'm standing here with you guys cheering and I feel a sense of pride but I shouldn't. I have let each and everyone of you down recently and I have been slack and how do I get rewarded.....EC3 announces me as a participant in the Money in the Bank. Talk about not feeling myself....do I look like someone who has ever had Money in the bank. L.A Knight's bottle of Dom cost more then I have ever had in my bank account. Warhorses face paint puts a bigger dent in his savings that I wouldn't be able to justify but EC3 sees something in me to give me this opportunity. The same thing you guys have seen in me my whole career. So what I need from you is to cheer me on, remind Spike Dudley exactly what it is that makes me feel special.....actually not even special....just something. That's all I need because I look at the superstars named in this match and I don't know how I fit in. I don't know if I can win and for the first time in my career....I have self doubt.

The crowd are hushed as Stacy has a concerned look on her face as Spike nods his head.

Look at who I have to beat up that ladder. Edge. He has my number and he is the one that knocked me out of the King of the Ring. Do I really think I can beat him when he ended my dream. I don't think you all know how much that took out of me. How much that sucked out of me.

Then we have the Head of the Table, Roman Reigns. The guy is the real deal. He has been on a roll and look at me, I don't normally get a seat at the table. The last thing I remember about Tables is losing to Batista at Wrestlemania...how am I suppose to beat the Head of the Table from the little kiddies table to the side? 

L.A Knight. The man that brought me back to UWF only to bring me back down to earth when he beat me fair and square at the Royal Rumble. I made sure he knew and I trashed his lockeroom...when my face, back, ribs and body trashed his lockeroom but he has never given me the respect I want...and I don't blame him because I haven't earnt it.

Ricky Starks. His new here but he already has a important match here for a chance for MITB. I had to beg for a contract for UWF where as he just waltzes in and has a chance to get MITB. That means management sees more in him then they ever did in me. How can they be wrong?

The Shark and WARHORSE. I've faced both before and both have beat my quite convincingly. Both have something special going on and I'm suppose to sit here and think I might climb the ladder before them? 

You see, that's why I need you but...

Just then Spike get's interrupted. 

[George]

The bewildering sounds of "Raining Blood" blast through the PA, with the wailing distortion echoing through our ears. The spooky sounds continue to flow, until we peak up and then we hit the strong, driving riff coming through the speakers, as the recently returned Warhorse pumps through the curtain, standing off with menacing head bangs with a strong grip with microphone in hand. The Warhorse sympathisers in the crowd bang their heads with ultra enthusiasm through the whole of the first two verses, as well as the MAJORITY Slayer fans.



RAINING BLOOD,
FROM A LACERATED SKY,
BLEEDING IT'S HORROR,
CREATING MY STRUCTURE,
NOW I SHALL REIGN IN BLOOD.

The Warhorse headbangs as we get a bewildering Kerry King guitar solo, a true assault to the senses. He walks down the ramp and gets into the ring. As the song fades,he swings up the microphone to his mouth as if nobody has even made it to the ring yet, despite Spike and his partner’s presence.

WARHORSE: EVERYDAY IN THIS COMPANY I’M OVERLOOKED. EVERYDAY I’M LOOKED AS THE MAN WHO IS NOTHING MORE THAN A LOUD VOICE. A LOUD VOICE, FROM A BOLD MAN. NOT A TRUE COMPETITOR. NOT A SERIOUS THREAT. THAT’S ALWAYS BUGGED WARHORSE. EVEN IN THE FIRST RUN. I’M JUST A FACE TO MANY. I’M JUST A SHOUTING HEAD TO THOSE WHO DON’T WANT TO LOOK INTO WHAT MAKES ME TICK. I UNDERSTAND IT. WARHORSE DOESN’T EXPECT EVERYONE TO KNOW WHAT MAKES WARHORSE FLOW.

WHAT DRIVES ME IS THE KNOWLEDGE I CAN DO IT. THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I SHOULD BELIEVE IN MYSELF BECAUSE NOBODY ELSE WILL REGARDLESS OF MOTIVE. THE FANS. I DON’T KNOW THEM. I’VE NEVER SPOKE TO THEM ONE TO ONE. FRANKLY. I DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS DYNAMIC RELATIONSHIP I HAVE TO THIS AUDIENCE. IT SOMEDAYS FEELS PARASOCIAL. SOMEDAYS IT FEELS LIKE IT COULD BE PARASOCIAL EITHER WAY.

EITHER WAY. THAT DOESN’T DRIVE ME TO BE THE MAN I AM BECAUSE THAT’D BE DUMB AS HELL. STUPID. ABSURD.

I GUESS THAT’S TOO BROAD OF A MOTIVE TO WANT TO BE THE MONEY IN THE BANK BRIEFCASE HOLDER. SO WHAT DRIVES ME TO EVEN TRY IN THIS MATCH? IT’S DUMB. I FEEL ASHAMED OF IT. BUT IT’S MY PRIDE. I HAVE PRIDE AND THAT PRIDE WAS DAMAGED WHEN I HAD A MATCH WITH DREW MCINTYRE. THE UWF CHAMPION. HIS FIRST MATCH SINCE WINNING THE THING. EVERYONE KNOWS HOW THEY LINED ME UP LIKE FODDER TO LOSE TO HIM. EVERYONE KNOWS THAT DREW MCINTYRE USED OUR MATCH AS A SPRINGBOARD TO HAVE A WARGAMES MATCH.

WELL THAT MAKES ME SICK. THIS NARRATIVE, WE ALL HAVE TO BUILD UPON DREW MCINTYRE’S WORLD. WE ALL HAVE TO CONFORM TO HIS LIFE, HIS DRAMAS, JUST BECAUSE TREVOR LEE STOPPED TRYING SOME DAY. SO MAYBE IT’S NOT ENOUGH TO THE REGULAR MAN TO BE MOTIVATED BY BEING DISRESPECTED LIKE THAT BUT I’M NOT A REGULAR MAN.

I DON’T THINK THE WAY FODDER THINKS. WARHORSE DOESN’T GO DOWN LIKE THAT. I’M RESILIENT, AND YOU’D BEST BELIEVE YOU INTEND ON KILLING ME IF YOU WANT TO OVERLOOK ME LIKE THAT AND FOR ME TO GO AWAY.

Warhorse finally looks over and recognises he has company in this ring.

A MAN LIKE SPIKE DUDLEY WOULD KNOW THAT. FRANKLY I THINK WE HAVE MORE IN COMMON YOU MIGHT EVEN THINK. I RESPECT YOU SPIKE. FRANKLY, I DON’T EVEN WANT TO BEAT YOUR ASS. WARHORSE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE TO DO SO TO WIN. WARHORSE JUST HAS TO TAKE THE BRIEFCASE AND RUN.

IT’S GOOD… AS THE REASON I WOULDN’T WANT TO IS BECAUSE YOUR DAY HAS PASSED.

A FORMER CHAMPION HERE, TOUGH AS NAILS AS ONE WOULD ONCE SAY. INDESTRUCTIBLE EVEN. BUT THE YEARS GO ON, EVERYONE TAKES THEIR TOLL FROM DOING THIS, AND HERE YOU ARE. WEATHERED. ALMOST LOST YOUR CAREER LEGALLY A FEW WEEKS AGO. WARHORSE TENDS TO WONDER WHETHER IF THAT WOULD’VE BEEN FOR THE BETTER. TO CALL IT A DAY ON THIS THING.

AS THERE’S A CLOCK ON EVERYONE’S WELL BEING AND YOURS IS RUNNING OUT OF TIME. GOD KNOWS YOU’LL PROBABLY END UP IN A PILE OF RUBBLE IN THIS MATCH. THROWING YOURSELF AROUND WITH NOT A WORRY IN THE WORLD.

He looks away from Spike, seemingly like he’s done with him and is going on another tangent.

AND I DON’T FANCY ANYONE ELSE’S ODDS. I’M IN IT TO WIN IT AND ANYONE IN MY WAY WILL BE MADE TO BLEED. AND ANYONE STRONG ENOUGH TO STOP THE WILL OF THE WARHORSE ISN’T IN THIS GODDAMN MATCH, I MEAN LOOK AT THE NAMES AFTER ALL. SHAMBLES BROTHER. AND YOU WILL KNOW MY NAME WHEN IT’S PLASTERED ON THE BILLBOARDS.

Warhorse lowers his microphone and awaits response.

[Fauche]

The lights in the arena cut out, and brother, you know that that gets the people going. Whatever buzz they had going goes full on Buzz Lightyear when the titantron fires to life.


BLUE
EYES
DIABETIC
DRAGON




You can hardly hear that lone, synthetic string cutting through the PA. If that's the doorbell, the breakbeat is the knock and the riff proper is the boot that kicks the whole thing down. Kyle O'Reilly - the winner of the 2023 King of the Ring Tournament and Number One Contender for the UWF Championship - comes barging through. The Human Swiss Army Knife storms down the ramp, his step-sister Bayley at his side.

There's a pair of mics left waiting on the apron. The Step-Sibs snag 'em on their way up the steel steps into the squared circle. Kyle dips under the top and arrives on the scene just as the chorus hits, giving his arrival some stunning emphasis. Did he plan it like that? Who's to say? Here's a guy who had found consistent success by weaponizing unpredictability. That's the reason the fans love him. Its the same reason his opponent oughta fear him.

Bayley stands off to the side while the Diabetic Dragon takes command of the center of the ring. His music fades and when that crowd finally chills out, he gets to trash talkin'.

KO'R: So like, you know that thing where...

The roaring of the fans cuts him off before he can finish. A deafening K-O-R chant fill the arena, and our boy has to wait a few seconds before he can even keep on going.

KO'R: Okay. Right. So you remember back when we were kids and you'd go to like... a really fancy restaurant like Denny's or Humpty's - or if you were super lucky - Boston Pizza? And the grown-ups didn't wanna talk to you so the waitress would bring you a special kinda place mat that you could draw on and it had games and puzzles and all that stuff? And there was always a maze on it, right? You guys remember mazes?

A few different reactions in the affirmative come through loud and clear before a more unanimous "YES WE DO" chant gives Kyle his answer. He nods and keeps going.



KO'R: Well I frickin suh-layed at those things. I could solve them in no time. The trick was just drawing over all the lines that are supposed to be walls, because even if you do, the waitress still has to bring you your chicken fingers. She isn't allowed to not do that.

Thing is... you grow up and it turns out that real life isn't like that at all. No seriously guys, I know you know what I mean. You can't just draw lines over your problems. You can't just jump over walls all the time. There are a lot of dead ends, a lot of wrong turns, a lot of walking in one direction for a while, wondering if its actually even going anywhere... more wondering... more walking... more wondering... more walking...

He could go on and on like that, but Bayley clears her throat with a little "ahem" to get her step-bro back on track.

KO'R: Yeah so my point is that my time in the UWF has been like that. Even since I got back here about a year ago. Things were looking good and then Batista effed up my family. Then I kicked his butt and took his title and won the Prizz Tizz Mizzle and then lost at Wrestlemania anyway. Next thing you know, I'm King of the Ring, I'm finally fighting for the UWF Championship, and I'm thinking all those years spent working my way through the maze the honest way are finally gonna pay off.

O'Reilly points towards the entrance ramp as he speaks on his heinous foe.

KO'R: This human bucket of rat piss called Drew McIntyre is a textbook wall-jumper. He's a maze cheater I-R-L. He got himself a shortcut to the finish line and he thinks that that's something to be proud of. And you know what? Yeah. Yeah he got his chicken fingers. Good for him. But I promise that they taste better when you actually have to work for them, and can you know what else? If you didn't have to fight and claw your way just to get to the plate, I don't think you know what it means to fight and claw to hold on to it. I think I'm gonna beat the snot outta Drew and its not even gonna be that close.

I earned my K-O-T-R crown by breaking bones and bleeding blood. Drew's living in sandcastle made out of sand and as soon as it rains a little or the tide comes in or someone comes stompin along, its all going down. Its going down big time. There's a difference between getting what you want and earning what you want and if my whole UWF career has been spent fighting my way here to prove that, it'll have been frigging worth it.

There's another huge pop to punctuate that sentiment. Kyle doesn't take time to soak it in though - nah, instead, he looks on up that ramp and calls out the Champ in cold blood.

KO'R: Drew McIntyre... come down here and stare death in the face.

[Chase]

The arena lights dim as the fans wonder who is coming out next all of a sudden, we see Roman Reigns. Roman Reigns on the screen wearing a nice suit and he looks like he is on a set for an ESPN show.

Roman Reigns: Spike and ummm Wiseman?

Paul Heyman: Yes my Tribal Chief!

Roman Reigns: Get in the frame who's that in the ring with Spike?

Paul Heyman: Warhorse my Tribal Chief.

Roman Reigns doesn't seem to care and Roman Reigns begins to speak.

Roman Reigns: Anyways how cool is this? We are so advanced now we can do livestreams anywhere. I am here to announce that a special segment of First Take will air for the masses during UWF Revolution and it will be me promoting SummerSlam and the Money in the Bank ladder match. I feel so honored and so blessed to get this opportunity. The Money in the Bank gives us an opportunity to change our lives and misfortune. I mean we all know this. We all want to once again to be called the champion here in the UWF. In fact on First Take learn about my promise of becoming Mr. Money in the Bank and why I am the number 1 choice to win that briefcase.

Fans give a mix reaction and Roman Reigns continues to speak.

Roman Reigns: You know adversity is an interesting thing in this business huh Spike? We all have different things we have to overcome. I know better than anyone else what I had to overcome. People will sound confused about it but everything was always handed to me. I had to overcome being so damn good. I know that sounds bizarre but you know how hard it is to be humbled? Like when I got here I just expected everything to be handed to me. I look like an action movie star here it is Roman Reigns here is the world title and here is the chance to be the face of not just company but the whole industry.

Roman Reigns face turns more stern as he lets that last word linger a bit

Roman Reigns: Though this industry didn't choose me as a face. I was more of just a tool. I was a good guy just for marketing. Hell I had everything and I wasn't getting everything. That humbled me. I didn't know how to accept that feeling of not being number one. So yeah it sucked being humble but that was the adversity I had to overcome and when I realized I started being to nice and to giving I said enough. Enough of letting everyone else dictate what you want to be it is time to take the throne that is rightfully yours. So I spoke to the elders. I spoke to them and they decided to help me get my head right and understand that I am meant to be great no matter what. The idea of being humbled just being honest screw that….

Roman Reigns let’s out a big sigh and he speaks.

Roman Reigns: Life isn’t fair. Once you learn that no matter what you do it will beat you down that’s when you start winning. I’ve accepted life will beat me down, but also I learned that I can give the same punishment right back. The victor goes the spoils and that’s why I will win the Money in the Bank. You may not like what I have to say but I will say it over and over again until it’s burnt in your memory. Trust me I should know I was burnt in my memory over and over again how I wasn’t living up to my potential. Now though I’m the Tribal Chief and at SummerSlam you all will Acknowledge me!

Fans let out a mix reaction as the feed cuts. We will hear more from Roman Reigns on First Take this Friday on Revolution.

[AndyDNU]

The sound of the familiar music from Psycho Dalek signals the arrival of the man that Kyle O’Reilly is looking to overcome. A good twenty seconds or so pass by before Drew McIntyre finally appears on stage, only to be met by a pretty hostile welcome from the crowd in comparison to the one his challenger received. Relatively unphased by it all, McIntyre saunters down the ramp and keeps his eyes fixed on the Diabetic Dragon as he reaches the steel steps. To the surprise of some there appears to be no sign of Stokely Hathaway as Drew signals for a microphone from one of the ring crew before climbs the stairs at a steady pace. As he enters the ring, he unclips the UWF championship from around his waist and raises it into the air with his spare hand to a rousing wave of jeers. As the music then fades out, McIntyre raises the microphone but holds off speaking as the arena begins to fill with K-O-R chants once again. The Scot doesn’t seem too deterred by the hot atmosphere as he looks on at O’Reilly and Bayley before at last issuing his own take on the situation at hand.

Drew McIntyre: Is this really what it's now come to, huh? Chicken fingers, colouring in mats and god damn sandcastles... You know considering that I've been trying to take the threat you possess seriously Kyle, you really don't do yourself any favours with the preferred choice of analogies for situations. I mean sure, there's obviously a lot of folks here tonight that can relate to the fun nostalgic part of that spiel, but there isn't anyone who's currently watching that can honestly say they haven't taken shortcuts at some point in their life, yourself and your step-sister included. The only difference however is that I was smart enough to take a shortcut to the biggest reward, and as far as it tasting sweeter when you have to work for it, trust me when I tell you that feeling is redundant on someone like me who spent years putting a shift in and never getting a sniff at the big cheese. The fact that I am stood here holding this championship today is a testament to how willing I was to say to hell with going about things the 'correct' way, I'm doing this on my terms instead.

Despite being unpopular with the majority that bought tickets, surprisingly there are some sections that appear to be in agreement with McIntyre’s views, and as such they subsequently throw some cheers and applause in amongst the boos as he continues to give O’Reilly his two cents.



Drew McIntyre: And far be it from me to knock you for still believing that doing things the old-fashioned way helps to pave the road to success. It's an honourable trait in an industry where honour seems all but extinct, and in an ideal world that general way of thinking and believing would mean that everybody got exactly what they deserved, no complaints raised and no questions asked. But we're not living in an ideal world Kyle, we're living in a world that's broken, most likely beyond repair, but a broken world where I still command a presence that terrifies by its very nature. So it is therefore my job, nay, my right to go to the kind of lengths that some would consider undesirable and extreme in order to ensure that I do not lose either my title or my place in the current lay of the land.

Whilst there is some aggression in McIntyre’s words, there also appears to be some passion behind them which is helping him keep his cool as he continues to refute O’Reilly’s initial assessment of things.

Drew McIntyre: Now that’s something which I had thought you may have a degree of respect for considering how much you enjoy dishing out some hard-hitting fighting talk of your own. But whether you do or don't respect it doesn't particularly bother me one way or the other, because at the end of the day this is more than likely going to come down to who out of the two of us can endure for the longest. And whilst you may indeed feel confident about your chances considering that you proved your metal recently in King of the Ring and WarGames, my previously noted absence from both of those is giving me an additional incentive to stand firm, take what you have to offer and return the favour tenfold, thus proving to every remaining doubter out there that I truly deserve to be where I am right now.

Although Drew clearly believes in himself, and despite making some fair points, the majority of the crowd do not appear to be for turning and continue to lend their support to O’Reilly, which leads to the Destroyer looking on in disgust.

Drew McIntyre: But the more I think about it, the more I can imagine myself gaining a real sense of satisfaction from making a believer out of you in particular. Because whilst the initial hallmarks of this journey that you have been on may indeed be befitting of a fairytale ending, the stark reality is that when it’s backs against the wall and only the strongest can survive and prevail, you’re going to find out that even with fire, determination and all the insulin in the world coursing through your system, none of it is going to be enough to help you get the final outcome that you desire.

McIntyre lowers his microphone and stares at O’Reilly with a sense of intent, waiting to see how he will respond...

[Cwalker]

L...A....Knight

And here comes arguably the favorite in this match. It's LA Knight!  The YEAH! Movement is firmly behind. They cheer as the music plays and the man of the hour makes an appearance on the stage. He eyes Spike Dudley in the ring, then turns his attention towards Warhorse. Knight pulls a microphone out of his back pocket and motions for the music to be cut. As it fades, Knight stares out into the sea of people before speaking. 

LA Knight: Let Me Talk To 'Ya!!!

Knight's trademark opening line gets its usual pop. 

LA Knight: Summerslam. The biggest show of the Summer. The biggest match of the Summer. And everybody knows L...A....Knight is the biggest star of the Summer. Money in The Bank returns at Summerslam. It's a big match for everyone involved. It's a big moment for the winner. And L...A....Knight is no stranger to big moments. L...A....Knight has had big moments after big moments all year. And Money in The Bank is going to be no different. But in order to climb that ladder and grab that briefcase, L...A....Knight has to go through 6 other men that are as useless as a screen door on a submarine. 

LA Knight: And L...A....Knight is looking at 2 prime examples right now. 

LA Knight: Warhorse? 'Ya out here screaming, hootin' and hollerin' about "Nobody Takes 'Ya Seriously". Well, duh, DUMMY! 'Ya look like the love child of The Ultimate Warrior and Mick Jagger. And honestly, 'ya wrestle like 'ya got 2 left feet. Why would we take 'ya seriously? What 'ya have done? 'Ya got fed to the champ. "Ya know why? Cause that's 'ya role. 'Ya just an opening show talent. "Ya should be used to lookin' up at the lights. And L...A....Knight needs 'ya to start getting accustomed to it. That's what ''ya future holds 'til Ethan realizes that 'ya contract ain't worth the paper it's printed on and sends 'ya ass back to whatever gymnasium 'ya came from. L....A....Knight doesn't care 'bout 'ya motives. All L...A...Knight cares about is that 'ya in my eye. And L...A....Knight can't have that.

Knight then takes his attention off of Warhorse and to his little runt buddy, 

LA Knight: Runt. How long has it been? Nice to see. Still see 'ya haven't upgraded 'ya wardrobe. But I'm sure this is the finest Dudleyville has to offer. 

Knight begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. 

LA Knight: L...A.....Knight is glad that 'ya remember our little run in back at The Royal Rumble. It's one of those moments L...A....Knight was talkin' bout earlier. To take a former World Champion and humiliate him in the center of this ring. 'Ya thought the Rumble was goin' to be 'ya big return to the sport and L...A....Knight respects. But 'ya mistake was trying to make 'ya return at L...A....Knight's expense. So L...A....Knight had to humble 'ya. And L...A....Knight knows over the past few months, 'ya been okay for yourself. It's a shame that come Summerslam, history has to repeat itself. Remember what L...A....Knight told 'ya all those months ago? A runt is still a runt no matter how much heart he has. Welcome back to L...A....Knight's game. 

Knight hops on the ring apron and gives Spike a look, telling him to ease up via body language. 

LA Knight: Roman Reigns, 'ya talk a big game. 'Ya say 'ya the Number 1 choice to win Money in The Bank. Hate to break it to 'ya "big dog", 'ya looking at the Number 1 choice. 'Ya looking at the Number 1 draft pick. And that's because L...A....Knight is everything he says and more. And L...A....Knight doesn't need to live stream, L....A....Knight doesn't need to go on some crappy talk show to prove. All L...A....Knight has to do is show up. Because when my hits and the entire arena starts feeling L....A....Knight's unmatched kavorka, they know L....A.....Knight's stock can't be questioned. L...A.....Knight hopes that when 'ya spoke the Elders, they told 'ya the truth. There is no throne for you. There is no seat at "The Head of The Table". All there's going to be is a failed football player turned failed wrestler realizing he failed to become Champion. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life. 

Knight finally enters the ring. 

LA Knight: Ricky Starks, or as he is more fondly looked at, discount L...A....Knight. Now L...A....Knight doesn't know exactly why 'ya are in this match. He kind of just figured, they needed to find a way 'ya on the show. But that's fine with L....A....Knight because it lets him show the world that a carbon copy can never be as good as the original. 'Ya call yourself "Absolute" and L...A....Knight wants to know exactly what that means. Are 'ya "Absolute" dog crap? "Absolutely" overrated? "Absolutely" going to fail at Money in The Bank? L....A....Knight would put his money on the last one, but all three seem to fit the bill. Kid, 'ya will have 'ya time. It just ain't now. And it damn sure ain't Summerslam. And 'ya can "Absolutely" take that to the bank. YEAH!

LA Knight: Edge, Shark Boy. Two more guys L...A....Knight has already beaten. They're passed their prime; over the hill; washed. Whatever 'ya want it to call it. The two of them, along with everyone else are just competing for runner up. I promise Money in The Bank can only end one way. And that's with EVERYBODY saying....

L....A.....Knight! YEAH!

And with that, Knight lowers his mic and waits for the next competitor. 

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The lights all turn black as the sound of a single piano note begin to play over the speakers.



As the notes begin to speed up, ramping up further and further. The door on the stage swings open with a beaming light on the other side spinning in a circle, after a few moments the light is obscured with Bray Wyatt walking into the doorway with a lantern in hand. He steps out onto the stage and looks around as he walks slowly down to the ring, he pauses at ringside and holds the lantern right up to his face creating contorted shadows across it. He suddenly turns and walks up the steel steps and steps into the ring, swinging the lantern around in a circle before he holds it up looking across the ring at Vinny. He blows out the lantern and the lights all turn back to normal, as Bray places the lantern down and stands up straight with a microphone in hand. He goes to talk but pauses as some in the crowd cheer at the face off, and he lowers the mic looking at Vinny for a few moments letting the moment sink in. He finally raises his microphone, the intensity still in his gaze.



Bray Wyatt: Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall. Do you know that passage brother? Because I stand before you now, and all I see...is a man whistling while he walks amongst the tombstones. Which is funny, funny because you're at home amongst the tombstones aren't ya? You're at home with the macabre, I'm sure if you look up "Vinny Marseglia" you would find a shot of him amidst a graveyard in no time at all. But while that setting is your home and may make others wary, this setting...right here man...this is what even deep down inside you...you know you aren't ready for. But I don't blame you, because while your brain itself may not fully comprehend the mistake you've made. Your natural survival instincts are already sending your body signals desperately trying to stop you from going forward. You don't truly understand what's really going on inside right now, so you're overcompensating to try and prove you're bigger than this. But nah man, I know what's happening right now.

Bray wipes his mouth before he takes a deep breath.

I mean all you need to do is see all the signs...all from the very start. You came out here in front of all these people man, for one of the biggest nights of the year, in a match of Your own creation, against what you named yourself as the top of the food chain...and you came out here and you talked about Trevor Lee and Finn Balor. In complete Denial of what is about to happen to you, doing everything to not think about the predicament you find yourself in. But then, oh then you get to Anger, repeatedly answering genuine questions with the same question back. Trying to remind people that you're dangerous, insisting that you garner more fear than anyone with saying H̸e̴ is the most feared entity besides you and then having to ask why people don't fear you. All leading up to you Bargaining, asking me to come out here to tell you myself...already knowing you won't believe anything I say.

Bray shakes his head in almost disappointment as he puts his hand to his chest and takes a deep breath before he continues.

Do ya know what comes next brother? What comes next is Depression. What comes next is this sick feeling in the pit of your stomach, and total complete depression within yourself of what is in your future. Sadness you can't describe, as you stand there before me attempting to mask it behind this veil of prideful exuberance that is oh so very unlike you. But that depression, that sadness Vinny, it'll all lead to Summerslam. You'll feel shivers up your spine, you'll feel tingles across your skin, your heart beating more than ever. Something the Horror King Vinny Marseglia has never felt in his life before, but then... H̵e̷...H̸e̴ will walk out and almost immediately you will feel Acceptance like a pouring warm rain over your entire body. Because in that moment, it will have been too late. And all this grief you have for your own career, will come full circle to understanding it's beyond your own control.

Bray lowers his microphone as he stares at Vinny, before he suddenly crouches down and puts his hand over his mouth. His eyes close as if feeling regret and trying to get himself back together before he stands up straight once more and sniffs hard his eyes watery.

Ya know man, I didn't want this for you. I wanted you and me, I wanted to open your eyes and show you the circle that we all live by. I wanted you to be aware of how things truly are and see how your mind took the information, but you brought...H̴i̷m̸ into it. And even now man, even standing right in front of you with you asking for it...With you standing there arrogantly calling yourself feared, pointing to the one match you created as the most brutal in history, trying to convince the world that not only are you scary, but you're also The Best at everything. Even with all of that man, I still feel it right here man. Right HERE, I feel it in my heart and soul I don't want this. Does that help you understand what you're into? You came at me with a goddamn axe and I still don't want what is going to happen to you, to happen. What makes me so sure of...H̴i̴s̶...Victory? I'll tell ya brother, right here right now you are staring me eye to eye and I can tell you that in a fight I think I can beat you. But hell, you've got a lot of fight in you and you're willing to do some wild things. So I can accept, man I can look at you and say this for the whole world to hear, that you can beat me. Hell anyone can, I'm dealing with so many things man, sometimes it distracts me and I stumble. But I lose, and I am willing to admit that I have no excuse for those losses.

Bray puts his open hand up, as if swearing an oath, before his head tilts down and his eyes almost seem to change as he looks at Vinny.

But you've challenged...H̴̟͝i̴͔̍ḿ̴͖...You've said you want to Destroy...H̴i̷m̸...That which is without pain, without fear, without mercy. In a match where H̶e̸ has no limits, something H̷e̴'s only thrived in beforehand. You don't hit as hard as men who have tried, you don't have as much heart as men who have tried, you don't even have as much skill as men who have tried. You have weapons and grit, but that...That is only going to make H̵i̷m̵ more amused. H̷e̴...H̶e̸ Wants to see all the things you're willing to do, until...Until H̴e̴'̴l̶l̵ decide H̴e̷'̷s̴ done and finish you before you realize it's over. You come out here in the middle of the ring and big yourself up, but you don't even comprehend...Ya know man...That's it right?

Bray starts to smile wide as he starts to pace side to side.

That's just it, man I've been...I've been feeling sorry for you, feeling sorry for anyone that has to come in contact with...Yeah but that's just it man. When I came in contact with H̴i̸m̸i...it changed my life, it broke me and built me back up. So ya know what, come Summerslam...I'm not going to regret anything anymore, I'm not going to feel bad about what happens, no no no. At Summerslam, I'm going to Revel in who I truly am. And I want you my brother, I want you to be who you truly are. I want you to do everything in your power to be the most sadistic being you've ever been, Things you think have made you into the horror legend you are, do everything you can fathom to Destroy H̴͕͛ḯ̸̟m̶̠̑. I mean it's just like you said, aint it?...It's at least worth a try, right?

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