Chase
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Post by Chase on Sept 29, 2023 12:54:48 GMT -6
The fans in Minesotta give a mix reaction as Roman Reigns music hits. Roman Reigns though comes out and he is by himself. No Wiseman, and no problem solver. Roman Reigns is standing by himself as he walks down the ramp. Roman Reigns comes out and he looks more stern than usual. Roman Reigns walks down the ramp and he enters the ring. Roman walks over to get a microphone handed to him. Roman's music starts to die down and he waits as the fans give a mix reaction. Roman Reigns than goes and he speaks. Roman Reigns: Let me start with a story.
Roman isn't starting with the usual catchphrase Roman Reigns: This story is one of the big dog. The Big Dog who failed his family. The Big Dog who was a disgrace here in the UWF. The man that I wish I could forget. The story is how the big dog just let everyone walk all over him. He didn't care about losses here in the UWF. He always believed that no matter what he would sit on the top of the throne. And yes he did sit on top of the throne... but honestly that man was nothing but a loser and a prop machine. He was a man used to prop up the challengers. He would lose week in and week out. But he didn't care because he had that strap. Losing to people didn't matter. You're the champion that's all that matters and than when he lost that title... That loser behavior continued and ultimately I became just that a loser.
Roman bows his head down in disgrace and Roman looks up with an angry face. Roman Reigns: The Tribal Chief isn't a loser. The Tribal Chiefs cares about one thing and one thing only and that is WINNING. When I win and I am dominate I raise everyone elses platform. I know what I am to most in the company. I am the guy you put on the poster. I am the guy who you send on the meida tours. I am the guy who does all that for this company but you know what helps the company is when a winner is doing all of it. You see smart asses like Ricky will say what am I a chief of? Ricky I am the Chief of this.
Roman points around the whole arena. Roman Reigns: Those seats right there! That's what I am the chief of. These ropes I am the Chief of that. This canvas I am standing on. I am the Chief of that! This right here the UWF that's what I am the Chief of. I am the one who is going to run this place and take it to the next level. Yet people think I am just a tribe of three. Look if I wanted to I could call my cousins up and bring them in this. I have a whole family tree to make this damn roster but I came back to bring the industry back up. Not only rebuild my name but rebuild the industry as the whole. Yet guys like Ricky Starks look at me as selfish. Me selfish? I am here giving you time. I am here giving you the opportunity to face me. You see Ricky you showed disresepect to me. See na na we aren't dealing with disrespect in my ring. I am here to put everyone in line and Ricky you're just the first of many to learn that you or anyone else doesn't run this town.Ricky the person who runs this town it's me. Get in line and fall in place. You will learn that at Bad Blood. You will learn what respect is and you will learn to Acknowledge me.
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Sam
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Post by Sam on Sept 29, 2023 14:51:08 GMT -6
The sound of a war-horn being blown can be heard all throughout the arena as the lights now dim and the beginning notes of Eternal Champion's 'I Am the Hammer' plays over the PA system.
Red lights now focus on the stage as smoke billows from the entrance way. Out onto the stage walks The Mighty Caleb clad in armour and sporting a cape. He stands with his arms wide, his cape appearing like black wings against the red background of the stage. In one hand he holds a drinking horn which he holds aloft. As the glorious main riff kicks in Caleb drinks from the horn before raising it high in the air and yelling 'SKAL!' which is met handily by the Minnesota crowd. The Mighty Caleb then makes his march down towards the ring, he fist bumps members of the crowd who reach out to him and leads them in the 'SKAL' chant which turns the crowd into a frenzy. Caleb steps up onto the ring apron now and once again holds the horn aloft, pumping his fist as he does so to the rhythm of the crowd. Caleb then enters the ring and continues to pump his fist as he marches around, hyping himself up. The music dies down and the crowd continue to chant 'SKAL'. Caleb waits for a moment before raising a microphone to his mouth.
The Mighty Caleb: My mighty Shieldbrothers and sisters... the time for battle is nigh. The battle lines have been drawn and in this realm of Vikings...
Big pop from the Minneapolis crowd.
We have ourselves a Viking Rules match. Make no mistake, The Mighty Caleb stands here ready for battle, ready for war but he also stands ready to claim revenge and seek vengeance on 'The Collosus' Bronson Reed. Just a short month ago when The Mighty Caleb made himself known to the realm of the UWF - he was attacked from behind when on the turgid talk show of one Grayson Waller. Now I suspect Grayson may make himself heard tonight no doubt - but of course it was not Waller who attacked The Mighty Caleb as even attacking from behind is too brave an act for this clown from the realm Down Under. No, instead he has his brute do his bidding. In many realms you will find Kings, Emperors, Jarls, Holy Men who have guards - but in none of the realms The Mighty Caleb has traversed has he ever seen a court jester with a guard until he met Grayson Waller and felt the might of one Bronson Reed. But make no mistake, the might of Bronson Reed lies solely in his sheer physical prowess, his size... his strength for in his heart there is weakness and in his mind lies a coward who has yet to stand and fight The Mighty Caleb and yet... and yet it was he who laid out the challenge for The Mighty Caleb to accept for this Viking Rules Match. It seems his cowardice is only equalled by his foolishness but The Mighty Caleb isn't surprised as often fools such as Reed and Waller find themselves bonded together in their stupidity.
The crowd laugh as Caleb nods his head.
But alas - the match was made, the rules have been set and I am here today to tell you all that there will be no rules. There will be no count outs. There will be blood... there will be violence and finally Bronson Reed will have to stand in front of The Mighty Caleb and fight me like a true warrior. For I have no doubt that deep within Bronson Reed lies a warrior - he is a huge man, strong as a bull and as fast as one too. The Mighty Caleb does not mistake his foolishness for a lack of fight. As a matter of fact The Mighty Caleb has been in deep meditation, contacting with the Gods to ensure they give me the strength I need to combat such a goliath. I know they are on my side for in this realm I am their mighty hammer. Bronson Reed is big, Bronson Reed is strong - he calls himself 'The Colossus' and this stands true but make no mistake I intend to chop this Oak of a man down to size and prove that although he may be big and he may be strong... he will never be as mighty as The Mighty Caleb.
The crowd are right behind Caleb and his every word as he nods his head, he's almost vibrating with sheer excitement for the battle ahead.
I have waited for this moment from the very first blow Bronson Reed struck into the back of my head all those weeks ago and since then Bronson Reed has avoided the wrath of The Mighty Caleb but at Bad Blood there will be no such escape. There will be no retreat... Bronson Reed will have to put his cowardice to one side and he will have to meet me in a test of steel. He may well have Grayson Waller on his side and the Gods know I would love to get my hands on his scrawny neck... but although Reed may call on Waller... I look around this arena and I see my Shieldbrothers and Sisters, I hear their chant and I know I can call on their strength and the strength of the Gods to fuel this mighty vengeance I intend to bring to Bronson Reed. You have chosen the match type, you have chosen the rule set and in doing so you have confirmed your own fate Bronson Reed. We all have a fate and there is no escaping yours no matter how many times you may try. I am the Skull Seeker... I am The Mighty Caleb and at Bad Blood in the Viking Rules match I intend to raid... I intend to pillage and I intend on slaying 'The Colossus' once and for all!
Caleb stands assured in his words until he is interrupted by....
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Post by mrleedles on Sept 30, 2023 0:30:16 GMT -6
With Vinny Marseglia's claims having gone unanswered thus far, the fans would be patiently waiting for just what's to come next. However...
The electronic hum fills the arena, the lights go dim, and after a few moments, Mister Trevor Lee emerges from the center of the stage...and Lance Cade is soon to join in his spotlight, as his theme truly kicks in.
"THE ROAD I WALK IS PAVED IN GOLD" "TO GLORIFY MY PLATINUM SOUL"
With the lights having kicked on, both Mister Trevor Lee and Lance Cade would make their way to the ring, with Trevor notably partaking in less theatrics, leaving them to Lance as he parades around the ring, albeit notably bandaged up. Still, he has more than enough energy to fetch Trevor Lee a microphone.
Trevor Lee: "Out o' the woods, mista' Marseglia? Out o' the woods...real interestin' little comment there, mista' Marseglia, real interestin'."
Wasting no time, Trevor Lee is diving right into things as he stares Vinny down, Lance standing outside of the ring, rather than by his side.
Trevor Lee: "Mista' Marseglia, while at first I truly didn't understan' jus' exactly why ya' opted to make this 'ere match a standard 'rasslin match, rather than put on some big fancy stip-u-la-tion onto it an' get our bloodbath over wit', hearin' ya' come out 'ere an' talk this whole deal up, I think I finally get it. Truly, I do. An' what I get, mista' Marseglia, is that ya' scared o' what's to come when we do win' up havin' ourselves a match wit', well, let's face it, some actual meanin' to it."
Lee turns to the crowd, smirking, giving off that venomous expression that he normally wears, be it when he is in control, or completely losing grasp of it...
Trevor Lee: "Yessiree, for the firs' time in his whole darn life, mista' Marseglia is scared, folks, an' I completely understan' why. It's 'cause when ya' wen' up 'gainst mista' Cade back on Revolution, ya' caught ya'self a lil' glimpse o' what's to come. I mean, ya' said it ya'self goin' into that match that Lance, he was gonna' be victimized. He was gon' be brutalized. He was gon' to be the firs' man ya' up an' killed since ya' return to Revolution...an' yet he stans' out o' the rin' right now, in the flesh, wit' only a few scars lef' behin'."
Lee then turns back to Marseglia, still grinning.
Trevor Lee: "An' while I'm certain ya' will hide behin' that flimsy excuse o' yours that ya' didn' kill him 'cause I accepted this 'ere challenge for a standard 'rasslin match, fact is mista' Marseglia, the reason that ya' didn't kill Lance Cade is the exact same reason that ya' ain't gon' kill me, whether it be tonight or any other night. An' that is, mista' Marseglia, that ya' simply can't. So go on ahead, mista' Marseglia - try an' reason wit' the God standin' 'cross from ya' why ya' didn't kill his disciple, an' see jus' how quickly them threats o' yours unravel."
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Post by Dres on Sept 30, 2023 11:57:42 GMT -6
Vinny raises his microphone to respond.
Vinny Marseglia: Well you certainly aren’t the first to accuse me of being scared and I’m willing to bet you won’t be the last. But the fact is, Trevor, I don’t get scared, especially when there’s nothing for me to fear. There’s nothing daunting or intimidating about you or any of your Harlan hypocrites, so tell me why would I or should I be afraid? I just erased one of the most intimidating forces in the UWF, The Fiend, off the face of the Earth in my last pay-per-view match while you? Well we know how your last pay-per-view match went, in fact I think I can still see Drew’s boot print on your face. But this, you think this is all going to be easy for you. Proving what you’re out to prove, returning to your former glory, etcetera and so forth, you think it’ll come without any heavy lifting required on your part. But it won’t.
Yours truly is the ultimate test around here, Trevor, because I embody a physical, emotional, and mental challenge the likes of which no one else can present. And at Bad Blood, the test is yours to pass or fail and in my opinion, you’re going to fail but the outcome is almost irrelevant since we’ll be having more fun after this but at the same time, the outcome is crucial in moving forward because whoever wins this first encounter has an edge over the other. It all comes down to perspective, wouldn’t you agree?
As Vinny asks this question, he lowers his microphone again, opening the floor to his opponent once more.
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Post by Danny on Oct 1, 2023 5:22:54 GMT -6
Zayn's music hits and the crowd goes nuclear. Sami comes walking out with a mic already in hand. El Generico and La Luchadora are flanked behind him and while he usually would be dancing, he motions for his music to be cut. Sami Zayn: I'm sorry but do my ears deceive me? Did you just say what I think you said? Drew McIntyre's UWF!? Sami bursts out laughing. He falls onto his back and starts kicking his feet in the air. This goes on for what seems like forever and he finally gets back up to speak again. Sami Zayn: Dude, I doubt you'll even be here by the end of the year. Say what you will about Kyle O'Reilly, he's an arrogant jerk who's been a constant thorn in my side but he's been just that constant. You on the other hand, I have to constantly be reminded what name you're going by these days before I come out here. You're nothing but a flash in the pan and as soon as you fall, you're going to go into a downward spiral until you're no longer in the company. Sure you may have gotten to become UWF Champion but you know how many people have been 1 time champions? Now guess how many our 4 time World Tag Team Champions? The Forever Championship gleams in the light as Sami gets a big smile on his face. Luchadora also holds up two fingers behind him. Sami Zayn: You're a flash in the pan. You've made a big splash but so what? There's plenty of guys who've come in and seemed like future faces of the company to only fall completely off. Remember MJF? How about LA Knight? He went from being the biggest prospect until he lost the Prime Time Medal to me and now he can barely get featured on TV. So you may be on top of the world right now but years from now, all you'll be is a statistic. A trivia question. Who was the man who lost to Sami Zayn to begin his legendary UWF Championship title reign. A big shit eating grin comes across Zayn's face but Drew doesn't seem phased at all. Sami Zayn: Hey it's not all bad. Having my name be a big part of your career will only help out your legacy. I know you only think short term so you don't realize that though. You only care about yourself and live for the now. We fight for a greater cause. Not just me but my protege's as well. They don't hide behind masks because they're scared. They wear masks because they're symbols. They represent hope and change for the people. Without the mask, El Generico would just be some generic luchador but when he puts on the mask, he represents the people. He's their hero. La Luchadora is the same just without as much legacy. If I wore a mask, I'd be just as well loved here but I'm not in this to be loved. Not because I'm pretending to be some lone badass like some people. I actually have lots of friends. I do this because it needs to be done.
So know that it's nothing personal Drew. I don't have a vendetta against you. You used the same dirty tactic to get to the top that many have in the pre Revolution days. You took a shortcut to the UWF Championship but how exactly did that title win feel? Judging by your demeanor, you don't even seem happy to be champion. Why are you even in UWF? Sami lowers his mic and places his hands on his hips, awaiting an answer from Drew.
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Post by Fauche on Oct 1, 2023 10:07:05 GMT -6
As Breeze takes his attention off the conversation again, Bayley takes a big deep sigh and turns to Kyle. The Diabetic Dragon doesn't look like he's about to start cracking skulls anymore, although there's no denying that the insane rage has focused into a more specific sort of frustration. While always keeping the enormous Omos in the corner of his eye, he lines up the other two in his targets.KO'R: You friggin guys... you talk too much.His step-sister chimes in.Bayley: You never shut up.Back to Kyle.KO'R: I said you talk too much. And The "Good Guy" again...Bayley: Homeboy you never shut up. Big pop from all those internet wrestling nerds out there, but Kyle ain't playin games here. No smiles from the Human Swiss Army Knife while he tears a strip off the Bad Blood competition.KO'R: Yeah hey you know what? Maybe you're kinda right. Maybe EC3 thinks all I'm good for is jerking curtains now. Maybe he thinks I've got just enough street cred for chumps like you to come take a bite out. Even after I won King of the Ring and Wargames and took the UWF Champ to the limit in my first ever one-on-one title match ever, apparently all I'm good for is being the dude that gets stepped on for a boost to the next level, eh? KO'R: Pfffffft As if! You don't get it, you greasy twerp. You think taking one on the chin at Summerslam is gonna ruin my life? You know how many times I've been knocked down before? I've been fired like three times. I've had my best friends get massacred, I've lost titles, been kicked outta the tag divison, five month skid, dropped the Prizz Tizz Mizzle to a absolute creep... movie premiere sabotaged... Gay Wedding ruined... its like I can't go a whole month without some kinda mother effing catastrophe happening around here. He's huffin and puffing as he rattles off the past traumas. Nevertheless, our boy perseveres to get to his ultimate point, spare hand place firmly over heart as he does so.KO'R: You don't see my throw a hissy fit and go off and start a modeling career about it, though. I bet you were already thinking about photo shoots on the beach halfway between the two and three counts when Dolph Ziggler kicked your butt for the I-C title last time you were in town. Know what they call that? They call that "QUTTING". Your belly's yellower than your stupid hair.
When I get hit with Hard Times, I don't cry about how bad management is - I double down and come back better than ever! Like a Saiyan. A Super Saiyan. I got all my life history to back that up, but you? What do we know about you, Breeze? That the second the going gets tough, you fizzle out. All sizzle, no steak. You ran away from NXT just like you ran away from me on Revolution and the only thing that's gonna be different at Bad Blood is that you'll be limping when you go - and that's best case scenario.Bayley: We'll be sure to keep all those super helpful fashion tips in mind as a memento once EC3 realizes you're a bust and you get pink-slipped, though. I just have a hard time seeing any staying power in somebody who has next-to-no wrestling ability, especially when they're being cornered by some bimbo ditz who doesn't know the difference between an armdrag and a handjob.
Like seriously, Bliss? You're gonna tell us that Kyle's easy to read? The guy they call the Human Swiss Army Knife? The guy who has more moves mastered than anyone else in the game? The guy who is so adaptable he won tag team gold with two different partners? That guy? Sheeeeeeeeeesh! Good thing y'all are cute, cause you're dumb as they come. She turns towards the capacity crowd to talk to the people for a sec.Bayley: Hey, if any of you folks were ever wondering why coffee cups have labels that say "WARNING: HOT" or why there are instructions on the back of shampoo bottles or why we still need to cover things in bubble wrap even though its terrible for the environment... With a grand gesture, she directs the UWF Universe's attention to the crew standing across the ring.Bayley: I give you The Breezetourage! The fans shower the Super Model and his gaggle of goons in boos - will that vitriol be enough to pry his beady little eyes away from his phone screen, though?
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Jye
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Post by Jye on Oct 1, 2023 18:50:42 GMT -6
Bronson Reed strides onto the stage, a formidable presence even from a distance. His gaze is unwavering, locked onto Caleb, the intensity matching the fire in his opponent's words. He holds a microphone, ready to respond to Caleb's passionate tirade.
Bronson Reed: "The Mighty Caleb, you speak of vengeance, of a score to settle. You claim I struck you from behind, but let's not forget, you inserted yourself into this realm with a thunderous declaration. You wanted a fight, and now you have it."
Reed's voice is measured, carrying a weight.
Bronson Reed: "You speak of gods and strength, and that's admirable. But let's be clear, in that ring, it's just you and me. No gods, no divine intervention, just two warriors battling it out."
The crowd buzzes, aware of the gravity of the impending clash.
Bronson Reed: "You talk of raiding and pillaging, of slaying 'The Colossus'. That's a bold declaration, and I respect that. But understand this, Caleb, I am not one to be felled easily. I am the Aussie Colossus, and I've faced giants before."
Reed's eyes lock onto Caleb's, a silent challenge passing between them.
Bronson Reed: "At Bad Blood, in the Viking Rules match, the realm will bear witness to an epic battle. It will be a clash of titans, a testament to the indomitable spirit of warriors like us. But make no mistake, I will not fall easily. If you want victory, you'll have to earn it with every ounce of strength you possess."
Reed's eyes don't waver, Caleb responds...
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rawisrey
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Forever
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Post by rawisrey on Oct 2, 2023 0:12:47 GMT -6
Alexa Bliss: The guy "They" call the human swiss army knife, don't flatter yourself honey. Just because you come up with a nickname and people go along with it doesn't really mean anything, and for a guy who has Oh So many moves mastered in this game he doesn't seem to have mastered the art of Dodging now has he? But I do love, absolutely love, that you think you're somehow more intelligent in this scenario. Listen up sweetie, you should stop thinking so much because it's pretty dang obvious you're not very good at it. You stand here trying to talk up O'Reillys wrestling ability and say Tyler Breeze as none, look at your brother and ask him who trained him. His answer is some nobody who won a regional title before, while Tyler Breeze employed the greatest mat technicians this industry has ever seen to hone his craft. And that's really how this whole thing works out, and you'll slowly learn this as your confidence erodes with every minute y ou're in the ring with an actual Star, everything Kyle does Tyler Breeze is just better at...For one-Breeze raises his hand and pauses Alexa, bringing his own microphone up.Tyler Breeze: Lexi please, if we were going to list all the ways in which I'm better than this uggo, we'd be here for eons. I mean why waste precious breath trying to explain it to two dumbos like these two, no wonder they're related they are both equally as idiotic. How else do you explain the hardheadedness of someone who comes out here and thinks it's a Brag of some kind that he's stuck around at something he's a complete failure at? When Lexi interviews someone to hire for my team, do you think the applicants are saying things like "Well I've been doing hair for 17 years, but I always cut too much off for some reason, but it's okay because I keep doing it." Uh, No Dummy, that's someone not getting hired just like you are someone Not getting anywhere in this industry. You won the King of the Ring, Woopie, I'm sure you really put in a lot of work for that one. Alexa who did he beat?Alexa Bliss: First round he beat Sami Zayn.Tyler Breeze: That's the guy with the tag title who loses most of the time, good job on that one buddy. L O and then L, the fact that he might be world champion after this show is great because I'll be able to gain the title I want easier than expected, but put a cork on Zayn, who else?Alexa Bliss: Well at the time it was a real shock when he managed to beat MJF.Tyler Breeze: Absolutely shocking, because I don't know who that is, does he even still work here?Alexa Bliss: And finally Edge.Tyler Breeze: Edge wow a real...um...Does...Does he still work here too? Okay, wow, a real who's who list of competitors you managed to knock off there Kendrick. Who's Who as in, literately...who the hell cares? I can't believe some Canadian who can't even eat Sugar is trying to call me out, with all your words and philosophizering. When I left UWF, it was because I had better things to do than to be ignored. Look at me, I am not someone who is to be ignored...Never...Not Once....Ever...NOT EVEN ONCE...Ugh it's cool, I'm cool. Breeze takes a breath and looks at his phone, centering himself with his own gorgeous visage before he returns to speaking.Because, sleazeball, that's how people with Actual talent work. If people aren't recognizing you properly for what you do...you quit and get paid absurdly much more money for what you're good at elsewhere. Luckily for all of the normies and wanna-breezes out there, I've taken it upon myself to provide all of you with more of me in this company because now I feel I can get the attention I deserve. You, you're just like all these uggos in the arena. You remain in your dead end job no matter what, because like what else are you going to do? For them it's flipping burgers, for you it's showing up to do moves and lose to people more important than you. So kudos, you're so much tougher than me cause you've done nothing in a year by yourself while I'm about to surpass you in a couple weeks. Just look at yourself Hobbit, you've lost friends, titles, jobs, matches, had your wedding ruined, anything you've planned has gone wrong. And now...thank God...Look at me. I look like a winner, because I am a winner. Alexa Bliss: Tyler has beaten better technicians than you in more high stakes matches than this, so believe me when I tell you this match isn't going the way you two seem so convinced it is. But lil ole me, I don't know anything do I? I'm just the person whose job it is to learn everything required for Tyler Breeze to succeed in whatever chosen field he decides to take, while you Bayley are such an expert and are here with Kyle because your dad got hitched to some old bag. Call me all the names you want darling, the only reason you have a job is because your daddy banged someone related to someone in the business, because before this you weren't doing much around UWF now were you? Tyler Breeze: Just a family of losers and uggos, standing in the presence of perfection personified and not even smart enough to enjoy the 15 minutes of fame I'm going to provide them. It's really a pity, but what can you do? I try and help people, I'm a people helper, by showing them what outfits to wear and how to style your hair correctly, and providing this gorgeous face for you to look at and make your life worth something while gazing upon it. But you're too much of a dumb dumb to recognize this opportunity I'm handing you by allowing you to be in the same breath as Prince Pretty, you're more concerned with insulting and trying to embarrass someone prettier than you because of your own jealousy. I guess it's true what they say, you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it...Gorgeous.
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AndyDNU
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Post by AndyDNU on Oct 2, 2023 10:00:05 GMT -6
As Drew takes a moment to compose his thoughts, Hathaway comes across and whispers something in his ear which appears to raise an initial eyebrow from the champ as he then raises the microphone up to issue his response. Drew McIntyre: Seems to me like you decided to start reading my story and then gave up part way through. Yeah you’re right, even as champion I’m perhaps not as happy as some might expect, but what that boils down to is me effectively having to compromise on my original intended return goal of permanently eradicating everyone from the company that I didn’t deem worthy of being here. You see I quickly learned and realized that there’s a nuclear bunker level of protection for certain undesirable individuals here, and no matter how hard you try to hit them with a fatal blow, they simply don’t disappear. And whilst winning this title has definitely softened the blow to some extent, my new sense of satisfaction comes from keeping it away from you and everyone else that foolishly thinks they can hold a candle to what I do in this ring.A mostly positive but still mixed response follows from the crowd which indicates that there are plenty of them out there who are not completely convinced by McIntyre, his abilities and what he appears to stand for. But the favouritism for him over Zayn in the circumstances is still very much apparent as he continues to express his views. Drew McIntyre: But considering that you’ve decided to label me a ‘flash in the pan’ I really don’t expect you to appreciate that sentiment. The guys that you’ve mentioned may have each fizzled out into nonexistence and nothingness respectively, but trying to compare them with the man who became UWF Champion faster than anyone else in recent memory is a crystal clear sign that you haven’t quite grasped exactly what it is that you’re up against here. I appreciate the irony in your statement about your pal Generico there, but in spite of his ‘hero status’ he’s clearly someone that’s lacking greatly in the common sense department. How many times have I kicked his head off of his shoulders these past number of weeks? If he was truly smart and loyal to you then he’d be warning you off antagonising me any further, because what I’ve done to him will only pale in comparison to what I’m going to do to you.Threatening words usually tend to go down well regardless of who is saying them and this is no different as the crowd pops for the champs verbal digs for his challenger. Drew McIntyre: And once it’s all said and done and you’ve squandered yet another opportunity at becoming a real champion rather than the ultimate pretender, you won’t ever have to question again which exact version of me it was that took the wind clean out your sails. Because whilst I may not be the guy that permanently eliminates every lacklustre wrestler from industry existence, I am still more than capable of leaving lasting marks that will continue to be felt over time. And so for as long as you continue to lace up a pair of wrestling boots, you will do so whilst being forever haunted by the memory of biting off more than you could chew against the man that you made the grave mistake of both riling up and underestimating big time.Hathaway can be seen clapping in support and encouragement with sections of the crowd also joining in as McIntyre takes a step back, lowers the microphone and awaits to see how Zayn will respond this time.
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Post by Fauche on Oct 2, 2023 19:57:31 GMT -6
While Kyle's still trying to make sense of that analogy, Bayley facepalms, massaging her temples with thumbs and middle finger on that free hand. Head still buried, she raises her mic, but just to groan.Bayley: Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhhhh...At this point in the proceedings, she isn't just speaking for herself or her step-brother, but on behalf of that capacity crowd who have had their fill of the Breezetourage and then some. Tyler and Alexa's last spiel had terminally annoyed fans fleeing their seats for the concession stands or the washrooms - whatever safe space they could find for a reprieve. The ones who haven't quite made it up or down the stairs to escape the arena proper stop and turn when they realize that its the O'Reilly's back on the stick again.
When Bayley raises her head again, she looks tired. Spent. She's looking at the Breeetourage like their chores - a stack of dirty laundry, heaps of dishes to wash, a lawn that needs some mowing. At that point, all she can muster up the enthusiasm for is to ask the question...Bayley: What... what the hell are we even doing here? There's some laughter from the crowd - a few smattering from those who haven't been lulled into a coma by the shallow ramblings of a wannabe supermodel and his gaggle of vapid hanger-ons. Bayley is facing the Breezetourage when she poses the question, but its not meant for them. Not really. Its actually for herself and for her step-brother, whom she turns to when she repeats it.Bayley: No, seriously, what in God's name are we trying to achieve... and why? We don't have anything to prove to them! The "Good Guy" pivots back towards the "competition".Bayley: We don't - He doesn't have anything to prove to you. Gesturing at Kyle first, she then points at Breeze square in his scrawny chest.Bayley: Why are we wasting breath and brain cells trying to convince the most self-absorbed kinda people in the world - models - that they're not God's Gift to the World? Hmmm? Like why bother? At all?
I must've dozed off when you first opened up your yap and then woken up in topsy turvy world where up is down and red is blue and vanilla is chocolate and Kyle O'Reilly is the one that needs to convince Tyler Breeze of his cred. Sheesh! What a joke!
You jagoffs get all picky and choosy with the resume like my step-brother hasn't creamed this whole roster once or twice over, which, yeah, sometimes means taking out the trash and chasing some posers out the door... but how are you gonna act like beating a Hall of Famer like Edge isn't a big deal when the career highlight you keep hinting at was pulling a fast one on a washed Daniel Bryan like seven years ago?
Now you're battin' five hundred. You just lost to the only guy you've beat since coming back! So not to get all statistician on ya, pal, but I'm not even sure your odds are as good as a coin toss heading into a fight against a guy you've only ever lost to. Who cares that you say you're a good wrestler? You haven't actually done any good wrestling yet! The bloom's already coming off the rose with what went down on Revolution. This time next week you'll be making excuses for getting your face busted at Bad Blood, and by the time Slammiversary rolls around it'll be more empty promises about how "next year is gonna be your year" or whatever the hell guys with zero follow-through tell themselves to sleep at night. On that note, Kyle steps forward, picking things up where his step-sister left off.KO'R: I don't give two spits about your modelling career. You could've gone off and become an astronaut and a firefighter and a ice road trucker... and none of that woulda prepared you for what you're coming back to.Kyle sneers at Tyler then nods towards Omos.KO'R: Me against him? Now that'd be cool. Like how Liu Kang versus Goro is a way cooler boss fight than against Shang Tsung. At least as far as I can tell he's not some scaredy cat loser idiot. So whatever. Kick rocks and pound sand, you cringey dork. I'm gonna rip you to shreds.Kyle drops the mic there, fighting word levied, reinvigorated crowd now chanting his name as he makes his intentions crystal clear ahead of Bad Blood.
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