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Post by rawisrey on Jan 18, 2024 1:51:36 GMT -6
Breeze has the most punchable little smile on his face, amused at how he got Kyle to explode and how he is still being restrained. Bliss looks over at him with a look and Breeze cocks an eyebrow before waving her to proceed as he brings his phone up to look at himself again.Alexa Bliss: By the same token Bayley I have a question for you...Did you see the fire that just got started? Omos is in protection mode, it took a lot of effort from you and Joey to get Kyle over there in the corner...and Even now I can see him seething, still ready to come out swinging. This entire crowd were chanting to let them fight, I'm sure there's people at home who got out of their seats ready to see what was going to happen next. Thousands, if not Millions of people, you three included, were effected and brought to the brink...By one man. One man who didn't even need to lift a finger, hell he wasn't even Looking in Kyles direction when he said the words that got him to blow up. Tyler Breeze, is everything I've ever said he was, and More. You do remember that first time we met right? When I said how easily manipulated your brother was, how we could stare you in the face and tell you how we're going to get in your heads and it'll still happen with you knowing full well about it. That's what irks me about the people who lack vision, they believe the smoke and mirrors placed before them and don't even for a second admit to it. Tyler has made this into an artform at this point, he can take the strongest willed, most hardened competitors...And get them to act out of their own control. He can make Vinny Marseglia, the Dreaded and Revered Horror King...and he can lull him into a false sense of security because he's Just a pretty boy model, and come out victorious. He can make the most egotistical, riding high in confidence Mega-Star like L.A. Knight and blind him with his own spotlight to distract him enough to beat him in the middle of this ring. And then there's the Technical Wrestlers.Alexa smiles as she steps up to Bayley, she leans to one side to look over at her brother behind her before she looks back at Bayley with a smile.The men who pride themselves in what they can do in this ring, who consider this sacred and take it serious. The Daniel Bryans, Wheeler Yutas...The Kyle O'Reillys. See, Tyler was trained by the most serious mat technicians in the world, and he's learned how to burrow into their heads by studying them. And Kyle over there, looks ready to pounce and attack huh? Which is weird don't you think Bays? I mean a Submission match is a thinking mans match, a technical mastery showcase where you're supposed to go Hold for Hold against your opponent to best them in grappling prowess. But your brother over there looks ready to swing and claw at Breeze, now that's not very Submission wrestler esque of him, is it? I'm sure he has delusions of grandeur, he's got a lot of plans on what Limbs he'll pull off of Breeze and what submissions he'll accomplish. Bliss starts to spin her finger around before she stops it and puts it onto her chin with a quizzical look.But Tell me, about 5 minutes ago...Did Kyle look like a man with a plan? Not to me, and yet you stand there and believe you have some sort of Control here. You admit it yourself, Tyler has slipped through and found his way out of every situation you attempt to put him in, and yet...You think because there are no Rules, he won't be able to slip away anymore. As if that Talent, just goes away. Breeze will slip, squirm, and dodge everything Kyle has planned, and when he turns from Diabetic Dragon, to Mad Dog...that's when he gets put down. Imagine, thinking up until now we've only won because we bend the rules, and with the absence of those very rules we are somehow in some kind of disadvantage. Look me in the eyes sis, because as the woman who is in charge of Tyler Breezes life...I want you to see how confident I am in what's going to happen. You're standing before us, basically pleading for a day off of protecting your brother, but I'm standing here smiling at the work that is yet to come. That's because he needs you, he even thinks he needs Joey to better his mood, and he needs all his NWO Friends to keep him secure. Do you know what Tyler needs? A Camera, and a Stage. Oh ho ho, but here's the best part! You don't have to worry your pretty little head Bay, because You'll have Puh-Lenty of days off after the Royal Rumble. Isn't that right, Tyler? Breeze is smirking as he steps up to take center stage from Alexa.Tyler Breeze: Once he's humiliated and submits to the guy he wants to cause nothing but pain to, his mind will be all the way broke broke. And You won't have to worry about protecting him and putting out fires, because that fire will have been snuffed out entirely... It's actually a little sad, seeing all this bravado and hope you have for him. Because he's been losing it for months now, You think my arrogance will snap? Turn around and see that he's snapped already, and all it's gonna take is a little tug in the right direction to break him all the way. He could barely muster up any fighting words for the Rumble, he can barely spend a couple minutes in front of me without trying to fight, he is a Lost Cause now...And all this hip hip hoorahing you're doing, is only making it that much sadder. So Enjoy your extended Vacay, because Tyler Breeze is going extinguish whatever fire is left in this ole dragon and then move on to winning the Royal Rumble.Breeze cocks an eyebrow at Bayley before he moves his head to one side and looks at Kyle in the corner, who has managed to calm down now but Breeze is staring right over at him with a smug smirk as he speaks at him.Look at you over there, all bark and no bite. Here's a little Fun Fact for you, I've been back since September. And I remember, I ran into you on the night I came in to sign my contract. Why is that a Fun Fact you may ask? well because, for all your threats and promises...I'm still here as Pretty as ever...and you're still...You. You Can't touch me Kenny, and at the Royal Rumble when you're let loose and come at me with all your might, you're going lose. I'm not going to Torture you, I'm not going to tie you in knots, Hell...I'm not even going to go to War with you. When the Bell rings, and you come at me with everything you've got...after weeks of sleeptalking about all the things you're going to do to me, after all this pent up Rage inside of you...You're going to be free to do whatever you can think up to me...and You're going to Lose to me. Because that's how This...All of it...That's how it works. I always find a way to win, and you always end up losing. Submit to reality, and know that Prince Pretty is just that much better than you will ever be. I mean, it's not even that high a bar to clear...Which reminds me. Once I embarrass you in front of the world, and you are too scared to show your face anymore...do you have a back up plan on what you're going to do after this? I ask this out of kindness, Tyler Breeze is a Kind Soul after all. I mean, I wouldn't want you spending all your time at home, where your hubby can spend actual time with you and realize what a mistake he made ever marrying you. Breeze playfully lifts his mic up and to the side as he steps backwards into the corner and kicks his legs up onto the ropes, laying across the corner without a care in the world as he starts staring into his phone.
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Post by AndyDNU on Jan 19, 2024 0:57:28 GMT -6
Marseglia's latest words appear to have given McIntyre some food for thought as he stands there for a good twenty seconds or so in a reflective state before raising the microphone to respond. Drew McIntyre: I won't deny that there is indeed a degree of truth to what you've just said. For the best part of the last half decade hardly anyone has given Drew McIntyre's life inside and outside of a UWF ring a moment's consideration, and during the often low periods of that time I regularly reflected and questioned myself as to how and why it had gotten to that point. But last year I made a vow to cease the self questioning and start doing things that would get people's attention for better or for worse, and what you see before you now Vinny is the end result of that. My name is on the minds and lips of damn near everyone that has an interest in this industry. Whether it's the paying customer openly voicing their displeasure each week at how I've treated their favorite superstar, or lackluster competitors feeling the need to mention my name in the hopes that verbally putting me down will be the catalyst that sparks some energy back into a floundering career, I have redefined and simplified what it means to make an effective impact in the UWF. And I know that really pisses you off considering just how extraordinarily far you've gone to in order to try and stand out.Another round of crowd boos kind of proves McIntyre's point, but the master of the Claymore pays little acknowledgement to it as his eyes are once again fixed on Marseglia. Drew McIntyre: You think that by doing things such as setting guys ablaze and bringing heartbeats to a sudden stop that it should guarantee you a permanent top spot at all times, but I honestly think that it's just the extra attention you're after. I look at you now and see that you can't stand the fact that in spite of having spent so much time and effort cooking up all kinds of hell recently, I'm still standing tall here and outright refusing to let you restore honor to your fell kingdom. It's eating away at you to some extent, and although you appear to be doing a good job of convincing yourself that you've got a firm handle on this situation, I can tell that on the inside you're kicking yourself for not finding a way to incorporate a particular theme into this match which would have given you an additional advantage. That mishap is on you though for focussing more of your efforts over the past month on damn near killing Stokely instead of working to create a specific match that might actually have given you a greater chance of winning.The Scotsman takes another quick pause before going back to assert his point. Drew McIntyre: And whilst I fully expect you to come back at me and reiterate the point that it's only gonna take you one attempt to win and additional match measures won't be required... By doing so you're flat out lying, both to yourself and to everyone else that's lacking in the sanity department who genuinely believes that this contest isn't going to end with Tony Chimel announcing the words "And still"...McIntyre's lowers the mic again as he stands contently across from Marseglia, waiting to see what take he will offer this time.
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Post by Dres on Jan 19, 2024 8:25:24 GMT -6
Vinny Marseglia: Selecting a match type more suited to my violence would’ve been too convenient for you, Drew, because then when I beat you it would’ve just been you spouting off a myriad of excuses about it. That you only lost because you were struck repeatedly with my axe, that you only lost because you got put through a flaming table, whatever the case may have been. But it’s also wanting to beat you at your own game and that desire is heavily motivated by you thinking that I can’t. Not an accusation that’s new to me, but a bothersome one all the same. But you think I do the things I do simply for attention, that I brought up the men I’ve recently vanquished as a cry that I should always have a top spot. Well at this point in our conversation and dealings with one another, it should come as no surprise to you to hear me point out that you’re mistaken. I pointed it out to not only try and drive home what a dangerous entity you’re going to try and defend that championship against but also to brag that I’ve done things you yourself couldn’t have.
You couldn’t have picked off the New World Order one by one. You couldn’t have stopped the heart and reign of Larry Sweeney. You couldn’t have won the King of the Ring tournament. You couldn’t have won the Royal Rumble. You couldn’t have defeated Minoru Suzuki. You couldn’t have defeated Bray Wyatt. You couldn’t have vanquished The Fiend. You couldn’t have burned Trevor Lee alive. You couldn’t walk a day in my shoes, Drew, because while you bill yourself a tough guy and a psychopath, you’re neither. Quite honestly, I’m not only the first real threat to your reign as UWF Champion, but every time we cross paths, I put the brakes on your success. Not that I need to because both times you held the Prime Time Medal, you choked when it was time to go after the bigger prize against Billy Gunn and WARHORSE, respectively.
But now it’s different, right? You’ve got the top prize, you’re so many defenses in, and like I said that’s nothing to sneeze at but consider this: you’ve only been champion so long because you didn’t have me to contend with first.
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Post by gunn on Jan 19, 2024 10:34:01 GMT -6
Ciampa is still at the top of the ramp in his chair, watching the cavalcade of other competitors walk past him. Ciampa shrugs and raises the mic, looking up at Randy.
Ciampa: You know Randy when you started speaking I thought it was the voices going at it again but then I realized it was too whiny to be one of the voices in my head. Listen i’m sorry pal that your return isn’t going as well as you wanted it too but damn don’t make it my problem, i’m the one sitting next to you up here which means I got to hear it the most, now there may be a lot of BEEF down there but I think i’ll leave you to sulk or whatever it is you do.
Ciampa gets up and leaves his chair, walking down the ramp he looks back at Randy.
Ciampa: You can keep that there Randall, you might want a seat to you know sit and contemplate on if it is really the time for you to be bitching or maybe you should focus on the match at hand kid.
The crowd oohs as Ciampa calls Orton kid, despite Orton being older than Ciampa. Ciampa hops on the apron and looks at the landscape in front of him.
Ciampa: Man there is a lot of BEEF in here. Surprised the ring is managing to stay up this long folks.
Ciampa looks at Caleb
Ciampa: You know for a guy that just talked alot Caleb, you don’t talk half shite don’t you. Going on about Goliaths and Horror Kings and what not and I was sitting there on my seat at the top of ramp thinking that I had mental problems but I think I need to refer you to my therapist Caleb. Well thats if I had one i’d recommend you but I digress. I might be a bit loose in the skull but your talk about Gods and Demons and Realms makes me thankful that i’m at least 60% sane most of the time.
Ciampa looks over to PAC.
Ciampa: Oh look its Neville, Englands angriest little gremlin. The man that gravity and the rest of the UWF forgot. Wait no its not Neville is it, its PAC. What does that stand for huh, Pretty Awful Cretin, Pretty Annoying Character, Pretty Arsey Cu…… you know what i’m not gonna end that one we might be able to say shit and fuck but I don’t know about that word and the stuff I do in the ring is usually enough to get us a NC-17 rating on a weekly basis, anyway PAC. Like you said its been five years since you stepped into a UWF ring and your first ever Rumble well let me remind you of my numbers. Second most eliminations in Rumble history and this year i’m going for the record baby. Also lasted till the final four in the Rumble two years ago which is pretty impressive if you ask me seeing as how earlier in the night i’d won the Intercontinental Championship against Seth Rollins, not an easy night but I made it look like it.
Ciampa smirks at PAC. He knows he’s just pissing people off at this point but he doesn’t really care, he’s just staying on the apron because he knows if he enters the ring he’s gonna have a target on his back if he does.
Ciampa: Speaking of the Intercontinental Championship, nice of Cassidy to join us by camera and give us updates on his Carmen San Diego esq trip around the US or wherever he is going and frankly the Supreme Orange or whatever he is calling himself these days can stay away for all I care. Hell i’m shocked he knows theres a Rumble going on because he seems to have the attention span of a Goldfish, maybe he should be focusing on defending that title against Rude and not on the Rumble because as much as Rude might be a roid monkey with a ticking ticker, he is still one of the best in the UWF admittedly. Now before you all in the crowd start thinking I suddenly like Rude, I don’t but i’ll show the man respect unlike our Intercontinental Champion.
Ciampa leans on the ring ropes, looking into the ring as if deciding who to go after next, focusing on Tyler Breeze.
Ciampa: What was it you called me Tyler, “Chumpa” really original dude, guess I was right in saying all that botox was going to your brain or did Alexa make that up for you or maybe it was the big guy Omos. Maybe have him enter the Rumble on your behalf and you might have the tiniest fucking chance of winning this thing Tyler because you can go on about past achievements which there is many of but like I said before, what have you done recently. Great you beat Vinny so why isn’t it you facing Drew huh. Is it because EC3 has finally realised no one cares about washed up models getting title shots when it's a foregone conclusion what would happen if you get into a ring with McIntyre. Hell you’ve not even faced me yet Ty and trust me your face would be that messed up pal, Omos would be asking Alexa why there's a pizza at the letter box…… BEGGING TO GET IN.
Ciampa’s cockiness seems to be gone and that usual venom is back.
Ciampa: You see gentlemen while you have all been down here trading barbs i’ve been up on that seat and watching. Watching all of you and what I see isn’t my fellow competitors in the Rumble, all I see is a bunch of squabbling children, throwing the toys out of the pram and i’m sick of it in my company. Not one of you has what it takes to beat either Drew or Vinny, none of that darkness but guess who does.
Ciampa points at himself.
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Post by seannnnn on Jan 19, 2024 16:09:56 GMT -6
After some words. It doesn't take long before we are met with the imagery of Bron Breakker once more. A scowl and disgusted expression rest across his face.
BRON BREAKKER Just like that I'm amazed. I knew how stupid the field of 29 other men was set to be. But can we really justify the things you that came out of poor boy Ciampa's mouth? Like we're supposed to take what he says so close to heart. I took some time as I watched you continue to talk. I watched as you continued to yap those gums, that it began to actually make sense to me. Who am I to call Tomasso Ciampa delusional, when he's just about as clueless as the 29 other men who are stepping inside that ring? Do I really need to make a case for myself? After all, I've already given you people a reason as to why I'm going to win the Royal Rumble. I've told you that it's going to be a matter of time before I become the most FEARED man in the business. I have this thing called DNA. I'm not sure if you've heard of it -- But it sets me atop of the field. I come from a long line of Genetic freaks. Studs some would say. And I'm supposed to just sit back and listen to Ciampa hype himself up like we're supposed to give a crap? But you said something I actually agree with. You called those kids in the ring exactly what they are. Children! I have to give you some kudos in that regard. But then you actually have a set of balls to point to yourself and claim that NOBODY else has a chance to beat Vinny or Drew, except for some poor sap who's better suited to being a replacement for Old Yeller. All bark, and no bite. But I hope that puppy dog ass can take the beating I've got prepped for you. I'm going to make you my bitch! So IF and WHEN our paths cross in that Rumble -- I want you to look me directly in the eyes as you point to your chest again. I want you to BEG as I knock you down. I want you to PLEAD with me as I throw away your dreams in that trash heap you call a legacy. Because no matter what you tell yourself -- There is only one man with the set needed to get the job done. (Sarcastically, Bron points to himself.) See, even I can make myself look like a dumbass. It doesn't take me telling myself exactly how good I am to get the point across. The moment you start telling people how good you are -- The moment you're screwed.
Bron begins to pace back and forth. Perhaps the mere words thrown out by Ciampa earlier had got under his skin. That is followed by a small smile as he slowly wags his finger.
BRON BREAKKER I'm in a giving mood however. Don't think I came just for you, Ciampa. I'd at least like some form of a challenge. OR at the very least someone who isn't all show when push comes to shove. So, I'll move my attention away from one angry nobody to an even angrier nobody. Someone caught up in being on their own level, that they forget that even if such a thing were to exist -- It would still be a giant pile of crap. The Neville level? So about right here? (Breakker points to his midsection. Obviously jabbing at Neville's height.) I'd ask if you can hear yourself in the mirror, but we both know the answer to that question. While you sit here with your giant ass ears, assuming you listen to your words for enjoyment -- I want you know just what I think about you. I've never been less impressed with a nobody in my life. In fact, I'd say that Ciampa has more talent than you. Granted that's like asking if Tyler Breeze can go a day without looking in the mirror. It's the same old song and dance for you guys. It's talking that talk. Acting like you're bigger than what you are. Either that, or you guys just pander in that mirror spouting off words, because that's the ONLY time anyone is going to listen to what you people have to say. But I can hear it now. I'm just hating because I haven't accomplished anything in the UWF yet. That I'm just a kid following in his father's footsteps. But even that path I came from, I was destined to be one of the best this world has to offer. My father, my uncle, the world, this roster -- They're not in my LEAGUE. My lineage only left me with so much. I had to fight TEN times harder than just a regular jack tryin' to take a spot in one of the biggest matches of the year...
Bron scoffs. He shakes his head.
BRON BREAKKER That's one thing I'll give a guy like Randy inside that ring. Coming from a wrestling family he gets it. He understands exactly what's needed to come in your father's footsteps. But even with that respect, Randy. That isn't going to save you. You want to test yourself against me? I'll welcome the fight. I just want to formally apologize in advance when I end your career ONCE and for all. But that's not just the sentiments I have for you, Randy. That goes for ANY of those boys in that ring. In the back. ANYWHERE. You want to fight me? Fight me. I just beg for whoever does decided to play the fool, that they can survive the BEATING of a lifetime. Rude? Victim. Swerve? Victim. Breeze? Victim. ANYBODY ELSE? Victim. You step up to me, you're nothing more than a VICTIM.
Bron gives the camera a small smile as we get more words from....
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Post by Dres on Jan 19, 2024 17:38:49 GMT -6
After a lot of standing there and listening, Austin finally raises his microphone again.
Stone Cold: Gah dang do I need a beer after listenin’ ta’ all this yappin’ and gum flappin’. And I know, that just feeds into the washed up alcoholic narrative you sons a’ bitches are tellin’ but I don’t care, I want a damn beer. Now I get it, when yer as old as Stone Cold and still competin’, accusations and insults like that just come with the territory. But it has more ta’ do with each and every one a’ you bottom feedin’ bastards bein’ too lazy ta’ go after anything but the low hangin’ fruit. And it makes me wanna puke knowin’ this is the crop a’ assholes this company an’ industry is bein’ left in the hands of.
But the reason Stone Cold’s not pukin’ right now is because he gets ta’ be in this here match which means openin’ can after can a’ whoopass on ya all and, even if it’s just for one night, givin’ the company and industry favorable representation and a shot in the arm. See, Stone Cold’s had his time in the sun so him bein’ one a’ the thirty lacin’ up the ol’ boots isn’t about winnin’ the Rumble, it’s about raisin’ hell and whoopin’ ass and makin’ sure jock stains like Ell Aye Knight don’t win it! And that’s the bottom line…
Austin is again interrupted.
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Post by crann on Jan 20, 2024 1:04:14 GMT -6
The 'tron again comes to life, but now we're in the River City.After the establishing shot, we're taken to a beach where O.C. is posing for more photos, this time for the the Brisbane Times.Orange Cassidy: We're good? Yeah? Good. Yeah, no problem. I appreciate you and all the L'il Aussie Oranges!Cassidy throws up a lackadaisical thumbs up, then turns his focus to the UWF camera.Another day, another satisfied intercontinental fan. If the measure of a champion were his likeability, I think I'd be the greatest Champion of the Intercontinents in all of history. But as we all know, being likeable only gets you so far. After all, how many champions in recent UWF history have been total jerks? Drew McIntyre. Finn Balor. CM Punk. The list goes on – and it includes my opponent at the Rumble, former Intercontinental Champion Dick Dude. Now, he'll talk a big game about how all of the women like him and the men want to be like him, but the fact of the matter is that hasn't been true for decades, since the women's lib movement and, you know, the world was taken over by people with some class. These days, the only thing people associate Dick with is harassment and beating up people who are weaker than him.Cassidy removes his aviators and tucks them in the breast pocket of his denim jacket.Which reminds me: Dick, I know you get a kick out of playing Wee-LC, but that L'il Orange you put through the table last week, he had a family. And they now have more than $10,000 in medical bills because of your stunt. I get that you have delusions that because you can put some short fry through a table you think it means you'll be able to beat me at the Royal Rumble, but I'm a far cry from a kid. Maybe I'm just giving you too much credit, though. Maybe that wasn't an attempt to intimidate me at all – maybe your hearing and vision has just gone so bad with age that you really thought you were beating me up. Whatever the case may be, it's yet another example of something I can point to in order to make my case that you're not fit to possess my championship, you never have been, and you never will be.Orange shakes his head disapprovingly, and then adds:You might be the best Intercontinental Champion of all time, but that championship's legacy doesn't matter anymore because it's been retired, and if you had any sense, you would be too. This business is better without you in it, but since you're determined not to hang them up, I'll have to beat you down. [/font][/div]
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Post by AndyDNU on Jan 20, 2024 3:15:15 GMT -6
McIntyre appears to see an element of truth to Marseglia’s final point, but raises the microphone in order to affirm that he’s not in complete agreement of the assessment. Drew McIntyre: Maybe not with everything that I've earned recently being up for grabs, no. But like I said at the beginning, I've known for quite some time now that this cataclysmic clash between us was inevitable. Not because of any of the things that you've proudly just bragged about, but because you were inadvertently caught in the main firing line a couple of months ago and you're not big enough of a mug to just lie there and take a beating without getting back up and trying to return the favor. On the face of it it’s an admirable quality, and one that fits the characteristics of a champion for sure, but still not enough to actually make the difference that you desire it to.The Scotsman decides to pause and reflect for a moment by looking down at the mat before tilting his head back up to continue. Drew McIntyre: The Drew McIntyre that you referred to who fumbled the Prime Time Medal in the past and spent countless days and hours questioning why greater success just wasn't possible may well have been ripe for picking apart piece by piece in this scenario. But unfortunately for you that version faded into permanent nonexistence quite some time ago, meaning that you now have to contend with the version that has yet to be pinned since winning this championship, and is quite frankly badder and more vicious at this moment in time than all of those names that you rattled off put together!Sections of the crowd appear to vehemently disagree with McIntyre’s take as he prepares one final message for his opponent. Drew McIntyre: So by all means, have a laugh at that assessment and tell everyone here that I’m wrong and full of shit. But do so at your own peril, Vinny. Because one way or another, at the Royal Rumble, you’re gonna find out in the harshest and toughest way possible that for all I am many things, neither a liar nor a dead man walking is one of them!McIntyre then drops the microphone on the mat and takes a few steps back towards the ropes whilst still keeping his eyes glued on Marseglia. As the crowd continues to jeer him, he steps through the middle ropes and onto the apron, but before he can drop down to the outside and leave properly, the Horror King looks as though he still has something else to say…
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Post by Jimmy Uso on Jan 20, 2024 4:43:10 GMT -6
when they heard the new theme song of Lie, Cheat n Steal hit's Eddie Guerrero remains in the back with his lovely Wife and Daughter and he stares at the twenty nine men who's in the ring while Latino Heat has the microphone in hand
Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: sorry to bust your bubble Steve. but I'm just ear tatted for what they did to me at Revolution last night when I lost the fatal four way they may me Entry No'2 in the Royal Rumble and I totally agree with you Stone Cold. you and I are legends and L.A Knight don't deserve to win next week's Rumble match and since I'm Entry No'2 I could stay in the Rumble ring longer and be the last Latino Heat standing in that middle ring where everyone is standing in that's why next week I'll be the last man standing that goes on in Main event at Wrestle Mania and fight Drew or Vinny for there UWF Championship on UWF.
UWF Universe Cheers for Eddie when he still continues talking
Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: So Steve. you wouldn't have another beer for the Latino Heat now do ya homes cause these people like Randy Orton, and Ciampa in Swerve Strickland gets to a higher entry number when I'm suck with a lower entry number for the Royal Rumble match in that's why I'm not getting thrown out of this Rumble match until I eliminate a few people out of the Rumble when I enter at Entry number two next Sunday at The Royal Rumble.
UWF Chants Give him a beer, give him a beer give him a beer give him a beer!
Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: they would like to see me and Steve Austin be the last two survivors in the Royal Rumble give Steve Austin an hell yeah homes.
UWF Universe Hell yeah
Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: now that's what i like it ESE cause these twenty nine men does not stand a chance of two hall of fame who could win this years Rumble match and head onto the biggest stage of them all in Main Event at Wrestle Mania for a UWF Championship on UWF.
Eddie lower his mic down and waits for someone to respond about two hall of fame legends which they where Latino Heat and the Rattle Snake Steve Austin
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Post by ada2 on Jan 20, 2024 11:51:46 GMT -6
He stood there, looking around, listing off the names within his head, of the men that are here, who was a threat, who could be a problem, who he was aiming to toss over the ropes first and who could reach the end, cross the line to the final four with him. Judgement Day held three members, and all three would reach the end. That was not something up for debate.
“Everyone has been asking what on earth is happening with me and the lads I have brought in, you think what, I would do the same old thing as before, come on now. I am Irish and I know you lot of lads here, cannot really tell what Ireland is two different countries and the south is a heck of a lot better than the north in every single way possible, we are breed to fight, because we have been fighting for centuries now, always. It is what we do, it is what we are good at, it was what we know, it is in our blood, it cannot be changed, it is culture for us and when you are brought up and around such a thing, you learn a few things as well, what it is to fight for something and more, what it is to fight with people around you. A weak link, nah. They will let you down in the end and get you the hiding you are not looking for and I did not come back here to UWF to just, lose all the damn time. Judgement Day. Is not just a flash in the pan, I know we ran wild here, but things where not working, we left, some of us came back, and didn’t quite work out and so I have brought with me, the lads I know that I can trust, who will watch my back and side with me and share the same goal as I do.”
To reach the top, to come into UWF like a house on fire and take everything that they can for themselves and leave with the lot.
“Twenty nine other lads, a Dublin night out, the norm for me. A few pints and then, once your kicked out the fighting starts and it is the last man stands who gets all the bragging rights, gets to stand tall and know that he has done it and when I look around and I see all these lads here, I know with Bron and JD at my side, I am making it to the end, not to have the smirk on my face to know that I made it right to the final four, those kind of days are long and truly over and done with, I am not content with secondary prizes anymore, I am not content to just be here, do well enough to keep my place and be happy about it. Nah. You ever spoke to a real irish man and asked him if he is happy with all that he has. Come on. He hates his job, he hates his wife, he hates his kids, he hates everything and he wants for more, he needs for more, he wishes for it all and he will roll up his sleeves and get it done and done well, and that is what is going to happen tonight. Thirty men, and one winner and no matter what, as much as I say this to be the truth, tonight when all is said and done, it will be Judgement Day that stands tall.”
No matter if it was him or one of the others within Judgement Day, the end was going to be one of them standing tall as the winner.
“I know a heck of a lot of people are not going to like that, then they can lay it down to me, when it matters. When it comes time to roll up the sleeves and fight, then they can see if they are right or I am. Like I said, I have been gone from here, but my career, has spanned countless years. Been everywhere, done so much, but never have I ever sat at the top as the prince that was promised and truly fulfilled my dream of being the man. I am not going back home, after another run with just, trinkets. I did not dig up Judgement Day like Edge had done and aim to use it for myself, I have done it cause the lads within it, are my mates, they are my pals, they are my brothers and if one of us wins, then it is as if we have all won in a way then and that, well that is enough for me. There is safety in numbers, always. A true fact of life, fight one of the Judgement Day, you are fighting all three of them and who on earth here, is going to be able to take on all three of us and hope in the end, they still have their knees functioning and can walk afterwards. I came here with Judgement Day to make my name once and for all, make my bones, win the big one. Wrestlemania, the night where dreams come true and legends are born and the legend of Judgement Day will be cemented on that night and it begins, here, and now. The road to Mania starts right here and Judgement Day, will be standing tall, no one else, has it within them, no one else wants it as much as we do, and in the end, Judgement Day will take, what is owed to them.”
He believed that, he truly did, he believed his words that in the end, tonight was not about anyone else, tonight was about one thing, the return of the Judgement Day and what they are willing to do tonight, to ensure there return, is the complete and utter success they hope for it to be.
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