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Post by Danny on Jan 6, 2024 19:44:58 GMT -6
Royal Rumble Rules
- Every main character MUST be entered except Drew McIntyre & Vinny Marseglia
- 3 TT maximum
- No more than 1000 words per TT
- You may only TT once per week, each cycle starting with this week's Revolution, then next week's go home Revolution and then the free week before the PPV. When Revolutions are posted will be when the official next round starts.
- If you miss a previous round, you may catch up but cannot exceed the current round.
- Choosing the winner for big matches like this will always take into account every thing you do from here on until the thread closes. This includes your weekly threads and promos. Multiple weekly promos though will not equal a better chance, so don't send me 3 a week hoping it will help.
- I may ask to use secondary characters to fill out the rumble but you may decline. I will ask first though.
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mattchewie
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Post by mattchewie on Jan 6, 2024 20:39:32 GMT -6
The feed cuts to a fancy bar where we see “Ravishing” Rick Rude seated at the bar with several lovely ladies standing around him. Rude: Ladies, I don’t know what way to explain it to you, other than there just isn’t anyone that has any chance of beating me in this match. I mean, I could list my accolades for each of you to listen to…but I’m not going to insult your intelligence in that way. Instead, let me ask each of you who stands any chance of beating me?
Rude surveys the women surrounding him as they look a bit perplexed.
Rude: Exactly. There isn’t a single soul on this roster that can match what I can do in that ring. Sure, Knight may have picked up a win over me a few weeks ago…but let’s all be honest, ladies. Does he have it in him to actually win a big match such as this? From what I can tell, the kid makes big promises, but tends to fall short at the end of the day. Whereas yours truly has a bit of a history for always delivering in the big time. I’ve proven time and time again that I’ve got that veteran advantage of always being prepared and aware of what I’m up against. If it comes down to someone bragging that they’re stronger, quicker, etc. It’s not going to matter at the end of the day. I’ve got more experience in the ring than anyone in this company. With matches such as these, that’s what truly matters at the end of the day. There will be numerous kids hitting the ring attempting to be the quickest at eliminating someone, when that type of speed won’t truly matter. What it will come down to is who is the most conscious of his surroundings and who has the ability to capitalize whenever it truly matters most.
Rude takes a shot.
Rude: I know, you ladies must be wondering why it is that I seem as if I’m focused solely on this match whenever I’ve got Orange Cassidy sweating bullets for whenever I decide to cash in for my shot at his title. I’ll just be frank. I’ve set the record for that title. How many years have went by and it hasn’t been broken? Nobody has even come close to beating my record. I think it’s time that I set a new record and bring some prestige to the big title. Cass can claim that he is bringing prestige to that title, good luck even getting close to the prestige that I made that belt have that all of the punks that have dropped the ball by holding that title since I lost it. I know how it will go, I’ll beat Cass and I’ll hold onto that title for a very long time again and I’ll just grow bored again of beating every Tom, Dick, or Harry that comes along. I mean, sure…Cass can set goals of attempting to bring that title back to the prestige that it once held whenever I was the champion, but I just don’t see it happening. I made that title worth something, I made that title the one that everyone wanted just because they wanted to attempt beating me for it. I think it’s time that I bring that same level of prestige to the world title, how about you girls? [/color][/div]
Rude begins clinging glasses to toast the ladies around him. He takes another shot.
Rude: Now, I’m sure that there will be several punks that will attempt to take the easy way out by talking shit about me drinking it up with you ladies…but honestly, why do I care what they have to say? It’s not going to matter who is out there running their mouths or talking trash, because when all is said and done and that bell rings at the end of that match, it’s going to be me standing alone in the center of that ring. It doesn’t matter if I’m standing there in the center of the ring with all of those fools or not. Who has what it takes to even stand toe to toe with me in the ring? Who has the piss and vinegar that can even match what I do in that ring? Countless times the term ring general has been tossed around, but who better than the ravishing one does that term apply to? If there’s anyone that comes out to say they’re stronger, I want to see it. Who in this friggin’ company has the muscular structure that can even friggin’ compare to mine? If there’s anyone that comes out to say that they’re quicker, I’m not going to care. You know what else is pretty quick? The bugs that hit my windshield as I’m driving down the highway. Go ahead and pull whatever speedy tricks that you can muster, and I’ll leave you splattered on the mat outside of the ring. If there’s anyone that comes out and says that they’ve got more skill, I’m just going to go ahead and call bullshit on that one as well. When is the last time that anyone has matched what I can do in the ring? I’ll go ahead and give you a hint, not a damn soul. If any of you were even the least bit intelligent, you’d band together to make it a numbers game…but even then, that just gives me the chance to break yet another record. There’s a reason that I’m the man to beat in any match that I enter, it’s just because every opponent wants that bragging right of beating me. Who’s going to have that bragging right of lasting the longest in this match against the franchise of the UWF?
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Post by Cwalker on Jan 6, 2024 23:08:21 GMT -6
L...A....Knight!
"Welcome to LA" begins to play and there's a negative reaction that comes from the crowd. They know who's coming. And sure enough, The Million Dollar Megastar known as LA Knight makes his presence known. Normally, there's a lot of grandstanding and posture from Knight, but not tonight. He simply walks to the ring. He doesn't have to remind everyone who he is; they already know. Knight motions for a microphone from ringside before hopping onto the apron and entering. He motions for the music to be cut and begins to speak as it fades.
LA Knight
'Ya know, L...A....Knight has to be honest. This is the best time of the year. And why 'ya may ask? Is it because Christmas just passed? Is it cause we just brought in a New Year? NAH NAH! Let L...A....Knight tell 'ya why it's the best time of year. Because it's Rumble season, baby! And 'ya know what the means? Somebody is going to punch their ticket to the Main Event of WrestleMania. And spoiler alert, 'ya looking at that man right. So...Let Me Talk To 'Ya!
Everyone knows how this is going to play out. One by one, every jabroni in that locker room is going to come out here and tell 'ya why they think they're going to win the Rumble. And it's going to be nothing but a bunch of hot air. A bunch of empty promises from guys that aren't ready for the Main Event. A lot of talk from guys that have had their chance and failed. And a lot of nothing talk from guys that just rolled outta bed and signed a contract. They're all mistaken. This is L...A....Knight's Rumble. Last year, L...A....Knight came so close to winning this match from the Number Three spot. L...A....Knight isn't settling for second place this year. L...A....Knight will be the one pointing to that sign as the fireworks go off. And there's not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me. And that includes the man that just spoke. The man that probably has contracted every sexual transmitted disease on God's green Earth; Rick Rude.
Knight paces around the ring as he gathers his thoughts.
Now Ricky, Ricky, Ricky. L...A....Knight knows 'ya love to hear yourself talk. But even 'ya can't believe the garbage that comes out 'ya mouth. 'Ya got the veteran advantage over everyone in this company? 'Ya couldn't even protect 'ya nuts long enough to stop L...A....Knight from pulling a fast one on 'ya. Hell, 'ya fell for the oldest trick in the book. That doesn't sound like a veteran to L..A....Knight. As a matter of fact, it sounds like something only a rookie would do. But in 'ya defense, 'ya are a rookie in L...A...Knight's eyes. 'Ya see Ricky, there seems to be something that 'ya not comprehending. 'Ya keep living off of 'ya accomplishments from an era gone by. L...A....Knight already told 'ya, 'ya need to stop focusing on the past and live in the present. And the present belongs to the Million Dolllar Megastar. We get it, 'ya were Intercontinental Champion a Thousand years ago. This just in, nobody cares. Do us all a favor, join us in Twenty Twenty-Four. Shave that mustache, stop wearing that cheap cologne and stop hitting on everything moving before 'ya catch a charge. But what L...A....Knight really needs 'ya to do is understand that 'ya weren't good enough to win the World Title in 'ya prime and 'ya damn sure ain't good enough to win it now. It's the same thing I ask from 'ya little running mate, Kyle O'Reilly.
Kyle, L...A....Knight can't believe it's been a year already. One year ago, L...A....Knight put 'ya on his radar and gave 'ya the best match of 'ya career. And how did it all start? Because 'ya brought 'ya sister out here and 'ya took 'ya eye of the ball. 'Ya want to know something O'Reilly, after L...A....Knight, 'ya probably the favorite in this match. But L...A....Knight is banking on 'ya doing what 'ya do best. And that's choking. And L...A....Knight means that both literally and figuratively since Tyler Breeze might choke 'ya out before 'ya even get a chance to enter the Rumble. But don't worry, L...A....Knight will be there to wake 'ya up and throw 'ya out of the ring again. For old times sake.
L...A...Knight has been waiting for this match for a year. And L...A....Knight will not be denied a second time. It doesn't matter if 'ya are a Viper. It doesn't matter if 'ya are a Viking. It doesn't matter if 'ya the Number One entrant. It doesn't matter if 'ya are a psycho killer, the Tribal Chief or if 'ya think 'ya are HIM! Let's make this perfectly clear, 'ya all are fighting for the silver medal. There's not a single person on this roster that wants this more than L..A....Knight. And 'ya can bet 'ya ass that nobody deserves it more. This is L...A....Knight's match to win. And after he does, L...A....Knight is going to the grandest stage of all them all and it doesn't matter if it's a gothic lunatic that loves to kidnap people or if it's a Scotsman in a dress, L...A....Knight is 'ya next World Heavyweight Champion. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life! YEAH!
And with that, Knight lowers his mic as he stands and waits for the next man to make their presence known.
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Post by Jye on Jan 7, 2024 3:06:00 GMT -6
"WHOSE HOUSE?""Swerves House" the crowd eat up the call and response as Big Pressure begins blaring through the speakers, Swerve saunters towards the ring microphone in hand as the music fades... Swerve: "Ladies, gentlemen, and especially you, Rude and Knight, always so wrapped up in your own hype. Let me educate y'all about reality, 'cause it seems like that's somethin' y'all have been lackin'."Swerve confidently struts down the ramp, eyes fixed on the ring. Swerve: "Rude, you're sittin' there, surrounded by ladies, boastin' about your past glory, talkin' 'bout a title from a bygone era. Fact check, buddy, this is 2024. Your time? It's over, done, finito. You wanna cash in on some ancient history? Go ahead, enjoy reminisce hour, but don't expect that to get you far in the Rumble."Swerve: "Rude, you're loungin' around there, sippin' drinks, and braggin' about your ancient accolades. Let me tell you somethin', pops. Nobody cares about the trophies from the Stone Age. You're dwelling on ancient history, living off past glory, while Swerve's out here creating history every time I step into this ring. Your so-called 'veteran advantage' ain't nothin' but a tale from yesteryears. This ain't about who's been here the longest; it's about who's making moves right now, and that's me, the one and only Swerve."Swerve enters the ring as he moves he stands right in front of the Megastar, A cool shot of Swerve in the glasses of La Knight... Swerve: "And Knight, the million-dollar megastar? More like a million-dollar mouthpiece. Knight, you got the nerve to talk about choking? Look in the mirror, buddy. You're choking on your own hot air. You think you're owed something because you ran your mouth and got a few wins? Newsflash, Knight: talk is cheap, and you've got more talk than action. Sure, you're all glitz and glamour, but when it comes to the real deal, you're just another pretender. You claim the present belongs to you? Nah, buddy, it belongs to the one who's about to change the game—Swerve!"Swerve grins with confidence, his tone becoming more intense. Swerve: "Now, let's talk about the man who’s drawing number one in the Rumble, Sami Zayn. Sami, you're out there, probably somewhere ranting about conspiracies and aliens, but you ain't on my radar. No offense, but you're just a blip on my radar. I don't have to worry 'bout ya, Sami. I'm lookin' at the big picture, the whole canvas, and trust me, you're just a tiny brushstroke." Swerve: "I've had to get up close and person in the past few weeks with Randy Orton. Speaking of Orton, he's been tossing around the name 'King Swerve' like it's his latest obsession. Randy, you've been fixated on my name, yet here you are fixated on a young king rising through the ranks. I get it, Randy. Legends, myths, and predators—your game. But you've been staring at the legend that's yet to be written, one that begins with the Rumble and climaxes at WrestleMania."
Swerve: "Swerve winning the Royal Rumble? That's a sure thing. And come WrestleMania? That's where dreams become reality, where I cement my legacy. Picture it: the lights shining bright, the crowd roaring, and me, standing tall in that ring with the UWF World Heavyweight Championship around my waist. Asking whose house it is. Oh andthat gold? It's mine for the takin', and ain't nobody—no Orton, no Zayn, no Knight, no Ciampa and specially no Drew McIntyre—can stop what's comin'." Swerve: "To anyone else thinkin' they're hot stuff in this Rumble: you're all just standin' in my shadow. You're not even in the same league as Swerve. While you're stuck in the past or lost in your ego, I'm focused on the future. This isn't a battle for the silver medal; this is a fight for the throne. So, get ready, 'cause Swerve's about to show you what it really means to own the ring. Whose house is it? You know the answer..."
The crowd chants "Swerve's House!" as the crowd respond they are cut off by...
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AndyDNU
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Post by AndyDNU on Jan 7, 2024 3:30:17 GMT -6
“Wish It Away” by Psycho Dalek begins to play which causes the crowd’s mood to dip as Drew McIntyre walks out from behind the stage curtain. After stopping for a moment to pause with the UWF Championship held high in the air, the Scotsman walks down the ramp at a steady pace before climbing up the steel steps to enter the ring. After gazing at a handful of front row crowd members giving him the thumbs down and flipping him off, a smirk follows in response before McIntyre heads across the ring in order to grab a microphone from a nearby technician. The music draws to a close and after taking a good twenty seconds or so to just look directly at his championship belt that he’s holding in one hand, McIntyre then looks up and raises the mic in his other hand in order to speak. Drew McIntyre: Revere him… Fear him… those are the short and simple demands that Vinny Marseglia likes to have on constant repeat so as to help him preserve the illusion that he holds a place of significant importance in this company. The reality however is that Vinny’s moment in the sunshine came and went a long, long time ago, and the only purpose that those demanding words serve is to look good on t-shirts. Because in no way do I revere him, and in our match at the Royal Rumble, he’s going to find out in the hardest way possible just how little I fear him.It’s certainly more of a pro-Marseglia crowd in attendance as they attempt to show support for the Horror King by continuing to boo McIntyre whilst also chanting for his challenger. Drew McIntyre: You see, before Vinny took it upon himself to show the whole world just how big of a sicko he is, I had already prepared myself for the prospect of him knocking on my door and demanding the next shot. For those of you that require a memory refresh, the ol’ Horror King there found himself getting caught up in the crossfire when Roman Reigns and I were knocking seven bells out of each other, and I could tell then that he wasn’t exactly keen on being labeled as a deer in the headlights, especially after he’d made it clear beforehand that he wanted back into the title picture. So after I disposed of The Tribal Chief and Vinny was done playing with his fire, I waited in anticipation of his challenge, making sure to keep my wits about me at all times in case he thought about pulling a fast one. Which of course he did, just not on me…McIntyre stops for a moment and looks down at the mat, presumably thinking up his next words carefully as it appears to be a somewhat sensitive subject. Drew McIntyre: No, instead he went after someone that was close to me and conveniently lacking in the means to properly defend themselves from such foul play. Now I’ll not shy away from the fact that I’ve committed my own fair share of despicable acts to get to the top and stay there, but the big difference between Vinny and I is that all of my atrocities were committed directly against the people who opposed me at the time. He clearly didn’t have the balls to try and kidnap me, chain me up and make my life utter hell, because he knew deep down that he wouldn’t be able to contain me in the same way that he has managed with Stokely Hathaway, so congratulations Vinny on proving that the only thing you’re better at than I am is being a twisted bully!The aggressiveness in McIntyre’s last sentence is there for all to hear as the boos follow once again from people in attendance that clearly took no issue with Marseglia taking Hathaway hostage. Drew McIntyre: Now Vinny you probably thought by taking my business associate away, torturing him to within an inch of his life and effectively removing him from the picture completely would leave me in tattered pieces that you could break even further. Or maybe instead you did so with the deliberate intention of trying to rile me up even more than usual to the point where the match between us would have descended into nothing more than a vicious all out bloodbath. Either way, that’s neither how it’s gone or how it’s going to go, because I am still very much in control of this situation and narrative, meaning that whatever intentions you had in mind are gonna fall to the wayside quicker than you initially dreamt them all up.Despite being alone in the ring, McIntyre turns his eyes towards the stage, presumably with the intention of saying something that will encourage Marseglia to come out and join him. Drew McIntyre: So in actuality Vinny, I’d say that of the two of us I am the one who should be revered and feared, because I set the bar in 2023 for teaching people that it was better to respect my position of dominance and not risk crossing me. And now as we get rolling in 2024, I’m going to raise that standard even higher, starting at the Rumble, when I take your high hopes of becoming UWF Champion and drive a stake through them.Another round of jeers follow as McIntyre lowers the microphone and takes a step back whilst continuing to remain on the lookout for the arrival of his next title challenger…
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Post by Danny on Jan 7, 2024 5:26:09 GMT -6
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Post by crann on Jan 7, 2024 18:38:35 GMT -6
The Tron comes to life with an establishing shot showing the following comments will be aired from the City of Spires.We are brought inside an ice hockey arena where UWF Champion of the Intercontinents Orange Cassidy is standing by.Orange Cassidy: Good evening everyone. I was going to wait to chime in until after some, frankly, more credible opponents hit the ring but I've decided instead to get out ahead of this train wreck in progress and explain to everyone exactly what is going to happen at the 2024 Royal Rumble. See, while the UWF Universe is going to be hearing plenty of lofty and ambitious claims from the men and woman of the federation here tonight, what I want you all to keep in mind is that you should consider the source. Frankly, the very fact that only Rick Rude has bothered to address the biggest threat to his dream here tonight should tell you everything you need to know. None of these people are ready to win this match, let alone challenge Drew McIntyre for the second-most prestigious title in the UWF today.Orange pauses for a moment before looking to a flash card in his hand.Now... Swerve Stickman, is it? I respect the balls it took to trot on down to the ring from the back and stake your claim on the Royal Rumble. You're new here, so you have an excuse for thinking that you're going to accomplish what no man in the company has yet accomplished – and that's to beat me in a straight mano-a-mano fight, which as we all know is what the final moments of the Royal Rumble becomes. And while I can forgive that naïveté, what I can't accept is your claim that you "own the ring." After all, as the UWF Champion of the Intercontinents, it is my solemn duty to inform you that the ring is in one of said continents, and thus, it falls under my jurisdiction and my ownership. Still, like I said, you're new here, and maybe you forgot that little bit from your UWF employees' manual. So I'll let it slide.Cassidy smirks, pauses for a moment to run a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, then continues.Meanwhile, someone who is hoping that we all collectively forget his 2023 is Loser Anthem over there. And that's because he's not exactly new at this. While Mr. Knight has been going around the UWF jawing off about whose game it is, he hasn't exactly been forthcoming about what that game is, so let me fill you all in: The L.A. Knight game is all about making it to the Fourth Quarter in admittedly impressive position, and then just choking and losing. Every time he somehow manages to get his hand on that bag he somehow fumbles it, and usually he's doing the fumbling to my benefit. Orange raises a hand in a cautionary way as he continues talking. Wait wait wait wait, Loser Anthem, I can already predict what you're going to say – "But I beat you to get the 30th position in the Rumble Orange, Yeah!" To borrow one from you, "Nah nah!" You didn't beat me, you beat Dicky, which you only managed by hitting him in the dick, rolling him up AND putting your feet on the ropes – two things that won't help you in this match, and one thing you'll never manage to do to me. So while you may hope to put your losing ways in the past, I'm here to remind you that as long as it comes down to you and me, the result is always going to be the same."Freshly Squeezed" lets that sink in before addressing the fourth man.Which brings me to Tricky Dick. Now, in his universe, Rick Rude wants to imagine that he's the top dog and that I'm quaking in my boots at our coming Championship of the Intercontinents match, but the fact of the matter is that the only thing that's quaking are his hands – out of terror, because he knows he doesn't stand a chance against me. That’s why he spends so much time talking about the past and his run with a defunct championship. Rick, I know you’re old, and I know that all the drugs and years have addled your brain, but let me fill you in on something: the championship you’re challenging me for is the UWF Championship of the Intercontinents, not the UWF Intercontinental Championship. Frankly, I wouldn’t let that tarnished gold touch my perfect skin. Just like I won’t let my perfect gold touch your diseased skin, nor will I let you win the Royal Rumble, because the last thing the UWF universe needs is your influence.Cassidy shakes his head disapprovingly.Simple fact: I’ve been here basically a year now, and no man has beaten me cleanly, one-on-one. My only losses are in stupid gimmick matches, to gangs of people, or to Jamie Hayter because I didn’t know I was allowed to hit a girl and I’m not willing to beat up a woman like one of the good ol’ boys. I know that might work for guys like Dick, but in my Intercontinents that kind of violence just ain’t gonna fly.Seemingly satisfied with having said his piece, Orange makes the cut motion and the 'Tron goes black.
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Post by rawisrey on Jan 8, 2024 12:40:40 GMT -6
While the three time MTV Euro Award winning music video plays Breeze comes marching down the ramp quickly, Bliss quickly rushing to keep up as Omos slowly lumbers down after them. Breeze walks up the steps and enters the ring through the ropes, getting into the corner and kicking his legs up on the ropes staring at his phone. After a few moments of silence, he raises his microphone.Tyler Breeze: Oh, hey everyone. Just here to win the Royal Rumble real quick, don’t mind me.Breeze goes back to staring at his phone and playfully fixing his hair, after a few awkward seconds he realizes everyone is just staring at him in confusion so he raises his microphone back up.What? Do I really have to talk about it too? Ugh, I mean I could I guess. Like it’s super duper easy, who was the first guy to talk, Lexi? Oh that guy? Yeah so I beat Rube, so I think that makes everything that guy said invalid right? That's how that works? I mean even if I hadn't beat him…Look at him right? Gross, let’s just ignore he’s in the match like I’m sure everyone else will, and he can go back to talking about that title he once won back in 200Whatever. I could talk about the next guy, Elijah. First off I’m sure the thank you card you sent me is lost in the pile of adoring fan letters I receive on a daily basis, ya know because it was thanks to my help you got the number 30 spot. It may seem like a gift, but really it just means you’ll spend the least amount of time basking around my spotlight as I win, so who is the real winner here? Me, obviously, that was rhetorical. But you brought up no one wanting it more than you, well as some uggo Wanna-Breeze once said…Nah-Nah.You see, almost a full month before the first quote unquote “Declaration”, I was the one calling my shot in this very match because this is one of the main reasons I’ve made my entire return into this industry. Because I haven’t forgotten what happened years ago, when it was MY year to win the Royal Rumble. When everyone ignored me and I made it to the final four, the final four I add because I was starting to throw body after body over the ropes, only for three different people to team up to eliminate me…one of which was already eliminated. It was all taken from me, and no one batted an eye…No one cares that I beat the Number one Contender and didn’t become the Number one Contender…I’m tired of being overlooked, ignored, and unrecognized. It happened that year in the Rumble itself, AND I WON’T LET-Bliss climbs up on the apron and rubs his shoulder to cool him down, he takes a breath and pauses.That’s not the point…So it doesn’t matter to me this year if every one of you ignores me again, because you can’t ignore me when I’m the only one left in the ring. For years, no matter what I did afterwards…The thought of my Rumble win slipping away has popped in my head and eaten away at my pretty psyche and I am 100 percent ready to fix that wrong from so long ago. Because Scott over here is right, it’s not about the past it’s about the future. See I could talk about how in that very Royal Rumble, it was my first Pay-Per-View back and I almost won the whole thing. So now we set up my entire return to have enough time to feel the roster out properly before the match and how that past will project me to my future as The most gorgeous Wrestlemania Headliner in history. Have fun in your house Scotty, I’m here building a Versace mansion to premier my most sought after look as UWF Champion. Or I Could talk about how I’ve been untouchable for near like a decade one on one, so as the proven Greatest Technical Wrestler of All Time…There isn’t much any one of you can do to sully my flawlessness. As there isn’t much anyone has been able to do already, because Tyler Breeze always finds a way to win in the end. Whether that means doing whatever it takes to win a match, or that means plan for several years the right time to return to a company and become the top star of it in the biggest way possible…That’s the Tyler Way. And I will use everything in my disposal to assure Tyler Breeze looks better than everyone else. Breeze goes back to looking at himself through his phone.So like I said, I Could talk about all of that and much more, but let’s just wash over the details. We all know everyone that’s going to send in their American Idol audition tapes to the screen like Denim and Rube, and everyone who is going to find a prime real estate spot out here is going to talk about 29 this, and Wrestlemania That. So let’s use my precious time to do something better with our time, and that’s simply enjoy my pretty presence. Let’s all take a moment to just enjoy and thank me for being in what will be the most Gorgeous Royal Rumble of all time. As we all celebrate my rise to becoming THE Face of UWF, and getting the one fashion accessory I’ve been unable to attain and doing it in the Biggest Spotlight Possible. So we all agreed? Good, commence basking in my Gorgeosness in 3…2… The Basking does not commence because someone totally rudely interrupts everyones chance to before Breeze can finish.
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Post by Dres on Jan 8, 2024 23:46:18 GMT -6
The titantron comes alive as there stands Vinny Marseglia with his arms crossed.
Vinny Marseglia: You know, even though it’s comical, I also grow weary hearing person after person claim that they’re in control of the narrative. I’ll give you credit, when you were defending against the likes of Kyle O’Reilly and Sami Zayn, you were in control of the narrative and you were doing what you said you were doing, setting a standard. But now? Right now? You don’t even have the slightest modicum of control, man. I understand why you think you do, because you’re supposedly maintaining your composure in the face of all of this but I’ve been around long enough to know a facade and a poker face when I see one. It’s a good poker face, so good that it would convince someone that doesn’t have my prowess for mind games, but the fact is you aren’t dealing with that someone, you’re dealing with me. I’ve also grown weary listening to the notion that somehow I’m the one that’s afraid because I went after Stokely instead of going after you.
Vinny shakes his head.
You’ve clearly forgotten who it is you’re dealing with, but I understand how something like that could get lost in the noise of your boisterous claims and ego stroking, but at the Royal Rumble you’re going to be reminded in such a noticeable fashion that you’ll never forget again. See, you probably think that your win last year on Revolution is all you need to know about how you’re going to fare at the pay-per-view, but let me remind you that you only got that win because of The Butcher and Trevor Lee and before they got there, you weren’t exactly beating me from pillar to post. So do you want to know how you’re actually going to fare? It’s simple: I’m going to make a casualty out of you which means you aren’t going to drive a stake through anything. Mainly because they aren’t hopes that I have. This is me coming to do a job I know I can do because I’ve been there before. I’ve won at this pay-per-view before, I’ve won against you before, and I’ve won the UWF Championship before.
The one out of us with hopes, dreams, and ambitions is you. You want what you’re saying to be reality, that the, “Horror King”’s time is over with and is just a Claymore away from another sabbatical. The reality actually is this isn’t my book closing, this is just the next chapter and it will be written with your blood.
Vinny looks intensely into the camera, leaning in as, with a snap of his fingers, the screen goes black.
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Post by gunn on Jan 9, 2024 14:37:57 GMT -6
Shadow Moses plays over the speaker system as Ciampa walks out onto the ramp with a steel chair over his shoulder like a bat, liking at the competitors in the ring. Ciampa makes a motion to cut his music and then opens the chair, placing it on the top of the ramp and gets a mic from his jacket pocket, he swirls the mic round as if it was a fine glass of Pinot Grigio for a second before going to speak.
Ciampa: Sorry gentlemen about my tardiness, I thought I'd let the men who i’ll be eliminating at the Rumble say their pieces before I came out and spoke because I'm kind like that. There's 3 of you out there and big Rick and Orange Dumbass on the tron makes 5 so that's still 4 people less than the amount I eliminated two years ago in the Rumble were I eliminated, 9 count them, 9 people. Sure I came up short that year and then lucky for the rest of yous I was Shark hunting last Rumble or else well, Cameron Grimes wouldn’t have won it and we’d all be sitting here with me as World Champion right now wouldn’t we but enough about the past and look to the future.
The crowd boos Ciampa as he reclines back in his seat, clearly not bothered or interested in his opposition in the ring.
Ciampa: A man who views himself as the future of the UWF and has already named this ring and whole company, his house, Swerve Strickland. The man with the song that has very unsafe driving tips in it. Swerve i’m sure you’re still recovering from our match the other week but hate to say it kid, you’re gonna have a lot worse to go through during the Rumble. Now don’t get it twisted I appreciate talent when I see it and you have it in spades kid but to walk into a company and after a week claim that its “your house” is a bit of a far reaching statement, maybe get yourself some gold around that waist first before you make statements like that. I mean you’ve not paid any respect to the men who laid a foundation for your alleged house to built on yet Swerve and somehow you got the people in this crowd eating out the palm of your hands well after the Rumble, you’ll be eating out of a tube.
Ciampa looks at Tyler Breeze.
Ciampa: Speaking of men who built a damn foundation for this company we have Tyler Breeze. Breeze as much as i’m sure we would all love to bask in your….. Gorgeousness if thats what you want to call that botox of a mess face, then sure we can all do it. What i’d rather do is my foot basking right in the moosh of your face pal, I mean lets get serious here, sure you’re a UWF legend but when was the last time you were relevant around here pal. You’ve been back here months and what have you done apart from take photos on Instagram and get massages from Alexa while lying down on the ring ropes, you know I like that you are so relaxed going into this match because when I throw you out the ring, hopefully it’ll be the wake up call that you need.
The crowd chuckles slightly at this but then goes back to quickly booing Ciampa who shrugs, again nonplussed about the whole affair.
Ciampa: I know I seem to be taking things a bit casually around here but at least I could bother to drag my ass out here unlike Rude and Cassidy. I mean can you talk about lazy, sending in pre recorded interviews and promo packages to this little soiree of competitors. Now maybe Rude is that roided up these days he can’t get out the locker room door but the old adage rings true: the bigger they are the harder they fall and his pimple marked back is one of the biggest things around here, well maybe apart from Orange Cassidys ego. I mean he has all you idiots in the crowd eating out the palm of his hands when he couldn’t give a shit I mean is that all it takes these days for you idiots to like someone huh. Not caring and wearing dollar store sunglasses because I could do that, not that I care if a bunch of braindead puppets like me.
The crowd would boo as Ciampa smirked.
Ciampa: Speaking of dollar store sunglasses, LA Knight: LET ME TALK TO YA. God I love saying that, i’ll give you that you made a long lasting and strong catchphrase. Now if only I could say the same thing about your UWF career. Not able to get the big one yet have you. Sure you came close with the prime time medal but then you fizzled out and that seems to be a trend with you Knight. You get close to that big win, the next dial shifter for your UWF career and then…. Nothing. Opportunity gone once again and then we need to listen to another promo about your being the UWF Megastar and honestly its sad man, so much potential but at the end of the day you’re just a catchphrase: YEAH.
Ciampa seems amused but then his expression turns serious
Ciampa: Ok i’ve had fun, i’ve appeased the crowds with what they wanted but time to get serious here folks. This Rumble is a gateway for all of us to get main event status. Some of us have gotten close before and for some this is our first time getting there. I’ve been close to it before and trust me when I say i’ve gotten a taste for it and i’m not giving it up. So at the Rumble I highly fucking suggest just accepting that i’m going to win and get out of my way
Ciampa lowers his mic
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