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Post by Dres on Jan 20, 2024 14:32:27 GMT -6
Vinny Marseglia: That’s what you fail to understand, man. He hasn’t disappeared into permanent nonexistence. Sure you’ve given yourself a fresh coat of paint and think you’re better, faster, stronger and all that now but the same Drew is still in there. And I’m going to prove that at the Royal Rumble when I peel away those intangible layers before peeling away your flesh itself. Not just for the fun, but to prove that while all this time you’ve been trying to expose and discount me, you’re the fraud. Me? I’m the, “Horror King”. And you will revere me, fear me, and watch me take away all that you have to take in a few short days.
Vinny lowers his microphone as he and Drew stare holes through one another. Then Vinny raises it to say one more thing.
Now you may leave.
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Post by Fauche on Jan 20, 2024 16:12:29 GMT -6
There isn't enough Adderall in the world to have kept Kyle's attention on the conversation here. His eyes are glazed over, his mind fixated on something far away from here. Gaming? Practicing slick maneuvers on the heavy bag? His gorgeous husband? How phones work? It could be any one of million things - anything but this tired old pissing contest.
Fire code be damned, Joey Janela, nearly just as bored as his best bud, is chain smoking his way through a pack of darts waiting for the charade to end.
Bayley's not having a great time either. She's picked up the stick a few times to interject, but because its a room full of dudes, of course she keeps getting talked over and ignored. Rude. A break in the discourse affords the needed opening to stick her foot through the door though, and before any of these chongos can stop her, The "Good Guy" starts spittin'.Bayley: Sheeeeeeeeeeeesh, what is this? An "I Love the Sound of My Own Voice" Anonymous meeting? Least they could've done was hand out some of those styrofoam cups of coffee on the way out here. The only thing that's kept me from nodding off so far has been the occasional jealous little jab from the one's of ya's who I've turned down for a date. Go bug Alexa ya horndogs, I'm not interested.Bayley: And speaking of, I can one-hundred-percent guarantee you that my step-bro hasn't heard a word any of you said. When it comes to this hair salon, Chatty Kathy cat-fight song-and-dance, he's lost at sea. Guy just doesn't have the bandwidth to process all these insecure grandstanding.
I wish I could just... ya know... flip a switch and shut my brain off like that, too. But instead its been an endless procession of bee stings to the insides of my frankly flawless ears as one by one, each and every one of you phony jabronies makes pretend like you're sure bets in the most boring, predictable ways possible. She waves a hand through the air to drop that trademark zinger of hers. Bayley; Newsflash, pals! You take away your outfits and your catchphrases and ninety-nine percent of you are the exact came kind of big, dumb loser this business has been chewing up and spitting out like cud for over a hundred years now. Pylons, place holders... midcard mooks... whatever ya wanna call it. Good enough to get to the show, just no clue how to steal it now that you're here.
That's right - I'm not saying we're shy of talent or tenacity or tactics here - but even for you guys who haven't come out and laid your stupid game plans bare, I'd be hard pressed to point my finger around this ring and find a guy who's M.O. I couldn't guess when it comes to what they're thinking about doing once join the action.
If you're thinking "well all you gotta do is throw guys over the top", congratulations, you just passed the first grade. Nice job. But this goes deeper and wider and further than you could possibly fathom. Every year the playbook gets longer, more tricks get exposed, and if you wanna pull a fast one on the whole roster to pull of the impossible, the thing you need above all else is creative unpredictability. She gestures over at Kyle in the corner. That gets his attention. He looks up, realizes this whole thing is still hapenning, and immediately starts mean-mugging again.Bayley: Win and losses? Titles comes and gone? Whatever the record book shows, the legends say this - The Diabetic Dragon is unknowable in between bells. As loose cannon as loose cannon gets and considering that the field is standard-issue firepower through-and-through, I'm thinking that the only person with the true advantage here is the one that's unexpectable. Cause you can be All That... but Kyle O'Reilly? He's All That and a bag of potato chips. She wraps it up there and steps back to hang with her step-brother and The "Bad Boy", opening it up for whoever's next.
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Post by Sam on Jan 20, 2024 17:18:37 GMT -6
The Mighty Caleb: I for one can attest that this man, this great Diabetic Dragon is indeed one hell of a bag of potato chips... whatever they may be. The Mighty Caleb assumes by the tone of the fair maiden's voice that it is a positive. Indeed, as The Mighty Caleb surveys the landscape before him he sees many capable warriors. But Kyle O'Reilly is one who has earned The Mighty Caleb's respect as an honourable warrior and it will be with great pleasure that we cross swords and clash helmet to helmet one more time if not for the chance to win the Royal Rumble then just for the sheer thrill of battle. Because The Mighty Caleb knows that you love nothing more than the throbbing gristle of battle, the heat of competition and if it comes down to the two of us... well then The Mighty Caleb will once again show you the size of his might. Caleb smiles widely at O'Reilly who stands still somewhat distracted alongside his best buds. Caleb looks around and seems mightily impressed. Many warriors. Many men with different passions in life - for some, like Rick Rude - it's women, vanity, fame and wealth. For others such as Rey Mysterio it is about respecting his fellow man, his ancestors and continuing to bring honour to his family name. Such a shame the same could not be said for his son. The Mighty Caleb supposes it shows honour in battle is not hereditary and respect is earned. Another man who has such heritage in this land is Bron The Breaker. One would think with such a name that his man came from the same realm as The Mighty Caleb and indeed listening to him speak, he too could fall into the ranks of warriors that have fought alongside Caleb, but alas this man is from fighting stock of this realm. Though you may not stand before us, The Mighty Caleb has taken notice of you - you call yourself The Breaker but I must warn you, The Mighty Caleb's will cannot be broken and I look forward to any attempt to prove otherwise. Yes, The Mighty Caleb has taken note of all who stand before him - all who have spoken and there are many men here have the respect of The Mighty Caleb... not least a man such as the great Stone Cold Steve Austin. The crowd pop for the Hall of Famer. Yes, even in Caleb's home realm in the frozen north - there was whispers of a great man from Texas, bereft of hair much like Caleb but just like myself a man who loved nothing more than to fight, to drink and to raise Helheim onto this mortal plane. It is with great respect that The Mighty Caleb approaches you with an offer of battle. But my proposition goes further than the offer of a fight. I look around this ring, I see men appear on the big magic portal that watches over us. I see many men I wish to fight, many men I wish to test my steel against but truly there is only one man I wish to test my mettle in our other great passion. So my proposition to you is that after Caleb's mighty conquest is complete and my hand is raised aloft as the winner of the Royal Rumble. How about you and I, we take your beer and my mead and we have ourselves a real test of strength at any local tavern in this great frozen realm of Toronto, Canada!
Caleb looks around at the approving crowd and nods his head. Because as much as I respect you and your many great deeds in this realm - I am the greatest warrior sent from my realm AND the greatest drinker known across many realms and The Mighty Caleb will have no qualms not only putting you over the top rope... but putting you under the table, my friend. A short moment of intensity between Stone Cold and Caleb brews as the crowd cheer loudly. But let us not get carried away - let us not count our chickens before they hatch. There are twenty nine other men vying for the very same goal as The Mighty Caleb. Indeed many of them are here tonight with us in the ring or have spoken from whichever location they can send there message either by sorcerer or their own nefarious magical means. But of course there are many unknowns going into this great battle. All that can be known is what is in one's heart and in one's mind. The Mighty Caleb knows in his mind that the God's have blessed him with the strength, the determination and the will to enter this great battle not only to crush one man, or two. But to conquer an entire field of battle single-handedly, strike down the opposition and conquer all those who stand before him. The Mighty Caleb has conquered all foes who have stood before him in his short tenure here in the UWF - indeed The Mighty Caleb has only fallen by nefarious means and never in a true contest of steel. Bronson Reed was conquered, Finn Balor was conquered... Kyle O'Reilly, Tommaso Ciampa, Jamie Hater all conquered. But now is time for The Mighty Caleb to conquer not one man, or woman but twenty nine all at once. The Gods often shine favourably on The Mighty Caleb and I shall be praying that once again they shine their light on Caleb but I will need my Shieldmates by my side each of them chanting 'SKAL!, SKAL!, SKAL!' Caleb pumps his fist and rallies a loud war chant among the crowd. With the strength of the Gods, the strength of The Mighty Caleb and the strength of all of my Shieldmates here tonight... The Mighty Caleb will crush, The Mighty Caleb will smash and The Mighty Caleb will conquer the Royal Rumble!
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Post by Sam on Jan 20, 2024 17:51:01 GMT -6
The scene begins with a burning forge, the sound of hammer meeting steel can be heard. The familiar clink continues as we heard the sound of sparks falling to a cold floor and being extinguished. The camera pans across the room to show the shadow of a man creating some sort of weapon. The bald head and large beard immediately signalling that this man is none other than the Television Champion, The Mighty Caleb. Caleb turns around to face the camera.
The Mighty Caleb: Who wishes to interrupt The Mighty Caleb when he is hard at work fashioning a great axe of steel?... ah yes, the many obligations of a warrior of the Revolution Realm - one of course is to speak to the world through whichever magical means this man in front of me transmits my message through. Indeed, in my time as Television Champion, I have yet to become enlightened as to how this sorcery works but The Mighty Caleb is nothing is not a sponge of any new information. As a matter of fact, although not related the magic and sorcery of television - The Mighty Caleb has learned of some new information. Information which came as a message from his Royal Rumble opponent herself, Jamie Hayter. As far as The Mighty Caleb was concerned, our match next Sunday was to be a traditional battle between two warriors. Indeed, the fair shieldmaiden Jamie Hayter has proved herself if nothing more than to be a mighty fine warrior and one The Mighty Caleb was looking much forward to testing his steel against once again to have a true outcome to our battles. However it has transpired that the shieldmaiden wanted more... the shieldmaiden wanted blood, the shieldmaiden wanted violence and the fair shieldmaiden has perhaps made a bed that won't be entirely comfortable to sleep in... Jamie Hayter has extended the challenge to The Mighty Caleb for a Tai Pei Deathmatch at the Royal Rumble.
Caleb looks down at the ground below and smiles but the smile soon turns to grimace as the normally fun-loving Caleb takes a more serious tone.
Never would The Mighty Caleb have thought you to be such a fool shieldmaiden. The Mighty Caleb has been in consort with the learned men of his realm - to learn what this 'Tai Pei Deathmatch' was. Of course the mere term 'deathmatch' was enough for The Mighty Caleb to know that you have challenged him to a match not fought with a set of rules, a sense of respect for competition or indeed any semblances of boundaries to the moral contract of the Revolution Realm to not cause death to an opponent. But The Mighty Caleb has learned further that a deathmatch from the realm of Tai Pei involves both of us wielding glass covered gauntlets and bludgeoning each other over the head as much as we desire until the other man... or indeed woman can no longer continue. So to you Jamie Hayter I must ask... are you feeling well?, have you lost the guidance of your Gods for you have made a foolish decision. I would respect your bravery if it weren't for your folly. But as The Mighty Caleb says... you have made this bed... you have created this scenario for yourself and very soon you will bare it's consequences.
Caleb stares with steely eyes straight down the lens, an unusual coldness stems from them - Caleb entirely aware of the severity of the match choice Hayter has challenged him to.
What could have been a great contest - a test of might, fortitude and skill in battle has been turned into little more than a cockfight. But perhaps you underestimate The Mighty Caleb's propensity for violence and bloodshed... even for a woman. The Mighty Caleb expects to shed blood in this deathmatch, The Mighty Caleb expects to leave with even more battle scars than he entered with but Jamie Hayter you must understand that with this great prize - The UWF Television Championship on the line... The Mighty Caleb will do what it takes to prevail. If this type of fight is what you desire then you desire the fate that The Mighty Caleb has bestowed upon you shieldmaiden. There will be no mercy - there will be no remorse. The Mighty Caleb was sent forth to this realm to claim it's prizes and prove his mettle in battle. Now The Mighty Caleb must defend his prize, defend his honour and continue to conquer, continue to seek the skulls of all who stand before me and through many pints of blood I will claim the skull of Jamie Hayter, I will conquer you show you the cost of your folly. You have seen The Mighty Caleb... you have even seen Caleb the Conqueror when I claimed this mighty prize and sent The Mafia packing from the Revolution Realm but at the Royal Rumble you will meet Caleb The Berserker, driven by a blood thirst and a hunger for destruction... my only hope is that the God's forgive the bloodshed.
Caleb looks to the sky, perhaps for guidance.
You have brought this upon yourself. The Mighty Caleb will show no mercy, The Mighty Caleb will conquer and although I may pick broken glass out of my skull for some time... I will continue to be the Revolution Realm's mightiest champion.
Caleb stares at the gold belt draped over his shoulder as the scene fades.
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Post by crann on Jan 21, 2024 7:12:28 GMT -6
It's nothing special, especially when compared to the expertise of some of our more talented GFX guys on the site, but here's a Rumble poster.
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Post by rawisrey on Jan 21, 2024 14:26:31 GMT -6
Tyler Breeze: YAAAWNBreeze literally yells out the word into the microphone to have everyones attention back on him. Oh I’m sorry I don’t mean to-No actually yeah I do mean to interrupt because all of you are talking about the most uninteresting things imaginable, in other words you’re not talking about me enough. I mean I can understand talking up your brother and all but just straight up lying? I’ve got Kenny figured out to a T, manipulated him like clay, and your big Ending statement is that he’s unknowable. Uh, I know he’s gonna lose when it matters most and that’s all I really need to know about him. But everyone else has just been a snoozefest of nothingness, and even the ones who did decide to direct their attention towards the winner of this match were…Uninspired. Scott over here did the whole “it’s not about looks” in a medium where we’re in front of thousands of cameras and lights, I’ve heard all of those before but nice swerve there talking about it for the hundredth time. He then said I’d be Laying on the mat…Eliminated…So He doesn’t even know how the Rumble match rules work so I feel bad even bringing him up since he’s such a non-factor. Mystery Junior said my name, but like I think he was having a stroke when it came out with a bunch of other random words so I’m just going to wait for medical to come out and check on him. Baylor at least was concise with his ham fisted insults, But all serious and threatening about what you’re after and saying I’m a joke? A real funny joke is taking this as serious as the grave, aligning yourself up with multiple people, and saying your life's story is accomplishing something and then failing as badly as you have Finny. It’s gonna be even funnier when you come out here talking about Finishing your little story, only to lose to the guy you called a joke.
Not the only one though, because that mouth breather Breaker called me a pipsqueak. I mean he talked about people being all talk, when he has ALL Talk written into his DNA. Best part is, a guy like him…Has the Nepotism, The Size, The deluded Ego, and the Look to be tailor made for this business, and yet he still can’t seem to break on through past the potential part. Because when met with real learned talent he always fails. If anything Brawn You’re my least threatening challenger here. That fact should eat away at you more than anything else “Big Man”. And Last and Probably least, Tomato Chumpa. Who asked me what I’ve done, I told him and now he’s like…Past accomplishments don’t count, Uh…Every accomplishment is a Past accomplishment Dumb Dumb, what have I done noteworthy in the past ten minutes? Look better than you, speak more clearly than you, and not embarrass myself like you, How are those for recent accomplishments? You’re trying to police Originality, when you bring up Botox and looks and all that with me? Tom Tom, you’re So not on my radar the only reason I think you tried to bring me up at this point is so you can have Prince Pretty mention you again. Breeze steps off the ropes with a smirk on his face, he makes his way through the people in the ring to stand dead set in the center even getting between people staring off with one another so he can look at his phone before turning to to face the hard camera and speak.Which of course brings me to why so many others didn’t, which is simple. Meatheads and Dumb Dumbs bring me up cause they don’t know anything about me past my pretty exterior, nobodies and has-beens mention me because they want a little shine off my spectacular spotlight. But people who know, know their words will backfire when thrown at Perfection Personified. A Great technical wrestler right up there on stage, has seen what happens when other great technical wrestlers challenge me so he doesn’t want to be shown up like them by the Greatest Technical Wrestler of All Time. Viking guy over here talked about Austin for 20 minutes and honestly, I had forgotten Austin was even out here because he’s been real quiet since I reminded him of our encounter in the last rumble we were in. Is it a slight, or does someone as Mighty as him not want to incur the questions that would come up should someone of his “Brave and Honorable” elk fail to the Prettiest Boy this side of Cuteville? Hell, even my old friend Leakee is having a mid-life crisis or something, but all he can talk about is Dru Dru.
And that’s because the spotlight is on me…When it matters most. Until then, I manipulate the narrow minded, I rile up the hot headed, and I distract the world with my looks. As we approach the Royal Rumble match, No one has had their hands in the pot more than Prince Pretty. I’ve affected the Main Event Scene entirely by defeating the UWF Championship match single handedly, I’ve castrated Kenny, even when someone does something “impressive” for the rumble like winning number 30, which again was thanks to my employee, I beat them immediately so they can’t get too big a head about it. Tyler Breeze has run around the background of this and slowly placed each and every one of you into the proper position I E out of the way of the camera. And at the Royal Rumble, 8 years of waiting, and Months of Planning, will all come to fruition…When the biggest names, the most talented superstars, the strongest, fastest, and most technically sound wrestlers on this planet…All lose, to the most prettiest piece of gorgeousness you have all ever seen. Tyler…Breeze.Dropping his microphone and giving his signature look, as he stays center stage.
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Post by gunn on Jan 21, 2024 14:53:41 GMT -6
Ciampa is barely focused on Caleb as he speaks, seeming more focused on the titantron were Bron Breakkers fathead was moments ago.
Ciampa: Yeah yeah Caleb, great gods and all that skal brother, leave it for your therapy circle when we drop you off at the institution after Jamie Hayter has kicked your ass for the TV Title or whatever shiny thing you found in the bin this week
The crowd would boo Ciampa as he besmirches both the TV Champion and the title he has fought hard to keep ahold of.
Ciampa: You know what I hate more than delusional big freaks though, is cowards and the biggest coward was just on our titantron moments again, Bron Breakker. Sure its great being able to act all tough on a live feed Bron but when it comes down to it, you're going to need to actually step into this ring to win the Rumble and when you do I'm going to love throwing your genetic freak ass over the top rope.
Ciampa then looks to the trio of Janela, O'Reilly and Bayley.
Ciampa: Speaking of delusion, it's the world's most dysfunctional family that somehow still functions. Let's start with Joey; I don't know how you fit in exactly with this cavalcade of weirdos and frankly I don't care dude. Seems you're still the hardcore reject from last time that I met you, its good to see that while things change, Joey Janela is still the sad sack of shit he always is.
Ciampa turns to Bayley
Ciampa: Bayley; that was a really passionate speech about your big brother and I'm sure if he wasn't distracted by whatever his ADHD ridden self is distracted by right now he'd thank you for it but as usual he's probably thinking about some epic battle between Yugi and Seto Kaiba.
The crowd and other competitors seem shocked that Ciampa knows what YuGiOh is
Ciampa: What I'm allowed to like things outside of being an asshole you know. Anyway, it was a mighty pretty speech Bayley but that's what you are Bayley, all talk and then when you've put your foot in it, Kyle has to swoop in and save you but you really think he's going to save you in the Rumble.
Ciampa looks to Kyle who's still thinking about dragons or something. Maybe he just really wants a crunch bar right now.
Ciampa: Isn't that right Kyle, huh. We all know you like playing the loveable older brother when in reality you're probably just as mean and ruthless as me pal. I don't buy this for a second Kyle and deep down neither does Bayley or Joey. I mean look at the cogs turn they know if by some miracle it comes down to you three, you won't hesitate, huh Kyle.
Kyle still isn't looking at Ciampa, again seemingly oblivious to the world around him and this frustrates Ciampa who grabs Kyle (with permission by Fauche) by the shirt.
Ciampa: YOU LOOK AT ME WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU KYLE.
Kyle finally looks at Ciampa, on his face he is nonplussed but just for a second, Ciampa sees the killer behind the eyes.
Ciampa: There he is, there's the real Kyle that we all know. Not this dumbass brother you try to sell yourself with, the natural born killer who I went to war with a couple times and I'll be honest who bested me those times so once I win this Rumble and then win at Mania, i think its time we ran this back one more time Kyle huh.
The crowd seems to like this idea, cheering it.
Ciampa: Oh I'm not doing it for any of you puppets out there, I'm doing it for old Tommy Ciampa because well why wouldn't I do it for myself.
Ciampas expression turns to a contemplative one
Ciampa: You know this whole time I've been out here there has been one consistent jab thrown at me: I had the brass ring within my fingertips and I let it slip away and you know what….
Ciampa looks at everyone
Ciampa: You're all right. A year ago I was set to take on Shark Boy for the UWF Championship and I think people would agree I was the favourite going into that match. I was going on a tear, I hadn't been beaten in weeks while Sharky was still the unproven champion. I had just came off the 2nd longest IC run of the Revolution era, I was the man on top, I was the man to beat.
Ciampa looks down and shakes his head.
Ciampa: Then I let it slip through my fingers last year. I lost to Sami at Wrestlemania and then it looked like my career in the UWF was over but as if by divine intervention I have been given a second chance here and I'm going to take it. I owe that to myself, no one else. Just me.
Ciampa looks around the ring and out to the crowd and again shakes his head, pointing out to the crowd.
Ciampa: I tried doing it for you all before when that DDP smelled blood and decided to hitch a ride on my success and it got me fired, so this year; 2024 it's all for me and no one else. I don't care if you people like me or not. I don't care who I need to move out of my damn way to do it. I'm doing it.
I'm not having the mountain top be just a fingertip away from me again and then failing. This is my year of redemption and I'm not letting anyone step in my way anymore. Not anyone in this ring. Not Sami Zayn or EC3 and certainly not Drew or Vincent, got a problem, tough shit.
Ciampa drops his mic to the mat, getting out the ring he walks back up the ramp without another word, heading backstage flipping Tyler off as he passes him
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Post by rebornmattsydal on Jan 21, 2024 16:33:46 GMT -6
Reborn Matt Sydal: I am very fortunate to have both hindsight and foresight, I have been at this for 23 years professionally since I was 17 years old. My goals have always been simple, I did not pursue this for fame or fortune, I am a wrestler, the way a fish swims, a bird flies. I firmly believe you can send me to the past or the future of this sport and I will stand out as an elite speciman.
To this day, even recognized as a young veteran, I still have to prove I belong, i have the sickness of a wrestler, that internal yearning to do this until I can no longer do it physically, even then I will be around. I make moments, that is what I do. Win, lose or draw the fans will be off their feet and
the veterans who not only I have earned the respect of , I have also earned their genuine friendship and they get to live through me as I continue to ride at the crest of the wavelength of this industry.
I came into this industry not expecting anything, it wasn't until I was a couple years in and Kid Kash told me vocally and physically that I was good enough to desire more. My main goal, my boyhood dream was to become a wrestler in Japan and I accomplished that in 2006, a fan gave me a tape of CM Punk vs Colt Cabana, wherever they went I went and that culiminated in accomplishing that pipedream of wrestling in Japan for Ultimo Dragon's promotion where I cut my teeth learning the futuristic wrestling style everyone uses now. Everywhere I went I made an impact, I was able to open doors for fellow cruiserweights who have faced the same discriminations I have and fought against steroetypes just like my predecassors- Jericho, Eddie Guerrrero, Owen Hart, Rey Mysterio, Dean Malenko.
I will win the royal rumble.
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Post by Fauche on Jan 21, 2024 16:48:10 GMT -6
Like a dying star being condensed into a singularity by an enormous, crushing gravity, the more Kyle's exposed to the unbearable weight of Tyler Breeze's personality, the further inside his rage is pushed. What moments ago was an outward expression of animosity has been stuffed down into the core, so that besides the violent twitching in his knuckles and the stiffness of his jawline, the only tell of his intent what's crackling in his eyes.
What's probably happening now is that Kyle's deadlocked in option paralysis - while he's mentally skimming through a veritable Denny's menu of violent dishes to serve hot and heavy to his opponent, there's an opening for someone else to respond to Breeze and his 'tourage. Just when it looks like Bayley's gonna do it again, Janela steps in for the first time all night.Janela: My buddy here warned you once for talking about the home life. What I'm wondering now is two things - first, is even the village's prettiest idiot dumb enough to go there again? And second, how hard is it gonna be to talk trash like that when your teeth are knocked out all over the ring and they're dragging you off to get emergency dental surgery? I know you Super Models got all your fancy diets and shit... you ever try the one where you spend six-to-eight weeks eating your meals through a straw? That tough talkin' from Janela gets him some support from a crowd who isn't always so sure about him. Beat the alternative, anyway. Joey turns to Bliss, eyes her up and down like a unabashed horndog scumbag and gets into it.Janela: And you... what's your story? Where you'd come from? For all of blondie's talk about modeling, I ain't never seen him on a magazine before. But you? You kinda remind me of those sleazy chicks I used to see in the back of my dad's porno mag stash. They still have those? Is that how you guys met? Same agent or something?
Ah, just kidding. I'm only bustin' your balls here. I couldn't give two shits who you are or what gutter you crawled out of. I don't got the time of day to give to you try-hard know-it-all's. Its like having one of those little chihuahua dogs yippin' and nippin' at your ear all day long. Noisy. Annoying. Stupid. Janela: Like for example, you're seriously telling me that your man here is like what? A evil genius cause just by being himself he can get a whole arena full of people to hate hit guts? Sweetheart, this is pro-wrestling. We're talking working-class, mostly white trash from floor seats to nosebleeds. These folks are just like their dads and their grandads - hating on anyone who steps through those ropes in fancy pants acting like their shit don't stink. Its old news and we alllllllllways hate it. Giving yourself props for getting these good people riled up with that song and dance is like the guy flipping burgers at McDonalds patting himself on the back any time someone says they like Big Mac's.He takes a step towards Bliss, ignoring Breeze entirely while he's busy with his cellphone.Janela: And that's not even the dumbest you said today. Ah, forget today... I made you for a moron first day I showed up. You didn't blink when I started cornering Kyle - not even after we took you assholes down at Slammiversary. For all the credit you give yourself as the brains of this organization, you're still walking into the biggest night of your career looking at the most dangerous threat imaginable, and ya don't... even... know it. He pauses a little with each word, smile widening per syllable like that cat that caught the canary. Joey then shoots his free arm wide, like celebratory as he hams it up a bunch.Janela: I'm Joey Janela. King of the Common People. Proud Prince of the Uggo's! Ahaha!
Yeah, that's right, I'll wear it on my sleeve and rub it in your face from now until after the dust settles and then some, cause I know you're not gonna realize what went wrong with your operation until its too damn late. Just like these fans you think you've got under your thumb, I'm the exact sorta guy you'd stare down your nose at or pass on the street without a second look. How could ya possibly expect what I'm bringing to the table?
What's funny is that I can tell ya all about it, too. It doesn't even matter. Know why? You're pot committed on Tyler Breeze becoming some technical wizard like studying Bret Hart tapes is the only way to win a match where you gotta make another man quit to win.
Darlin', there's more than one way to skin a cat and The "Bad Boy" prefers the bloodiest. I'm from the underground and whatever he didn't know already about that world of pain, I've shown Kyle O'Reilly. He's already got the holds and the graps that'll make your head spin. What we're brining to this fight is fight. Hardcore violence. Anarchy Rulez shit.
Last time out, your boy Tyler ran away at the sight of his own blood. Forget anbout armbars and ankle locks - what's to stop a Singapore cane or a bag of thumbtacks from getting us what we want here? See, there's whole world of hurt you haven't even thought of yet because - big surprise - ya ain't actually that clever. You're worried about being smart. We're focused on being dangerous. Y'all don't know a God damn thing about getting ugly and you'd better believe this is gonna get ugly.The fans are getting pretty amped up at the prospect of that promised violence. Joey's still smiling just thinking about it as he backs up to stand with his crew. Kyle, of course, is still looking at Breeze the way a swatter looks at a fly.
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Post by Evolution J on Jan 21, 2024 18:33:45 GMT -6
Trick Williams looks at Carmelo Hayes as Carmelo looks angry and he begins to speak.
Trick Williams: Hey Melo, are you ok? Why are you looking like that? Anyway, after hearing everything all of ya have to say. I must say yall are just talking and my man Melo is going to prove he is gonna win by showing it in the ring.
Trick points to the ring.
Trick WIlliams: Ya know my boy Melo isn’t one trick pony like most people over here. Let me shoot the real truth for ya. For real, everyone knows both Eddie and Rey are going to be easily eliminated extremely quickly. Melo doesn’t need to act like a supermodel to look good and get ready for a photoshoot like Tyler Breeze. Ya should leave that stupid selfie stick in the back or Melo is gonna stick it up where it doesn’t shine. Swerve is going to get rent out when his house gets destroyed and move in with a brand new name Carmelo Hayes.
Looks like Judgement Day has returned from the dead after they have been destroyed by the Viper. The Prince may get some help from his friends. But by the end of the day, his friends are gonna help carry his ass out of the arena after tonight.
Guess the Viper got some explaining to do ya think? The snake is too busy messing with Swerve. His chances of winning this Royal Rumble are as slim as we see Sami Zayn paying his goons to help him win the Royal Rumble.
As for the Mighty Caleb, I see his auction for the role of Thor have failed once again. I honestly admire the guy’s bravery to step in cosplay and pretend to be something he is not. But he definitely goes through the ring ropes as soon as he steps one foot into the ring of course.
Rick Rude isn’t as ravishing as he used to be. Ya know he may be a legend and one of the greatest UWF superstars here in UWF. But he isn’t gonna last longer in the Royal Rumble because that is gonna be the only one person and that is the future himself.
The bastard Adrian Neville is back. Too bad, his return to the Royal Rumble is going to be nothing short of a memory that people ain’t gonna remember after tonight.
Kyle O’Riley may be fighting at all odds here in the Royal Rumble. But his chances of winning are numbered because he is gonna hit a huge brick wall when he meets his end with a fatality by Melo.
LA Knight claimed to be a mega superstar. But he isn’t a superstar. He is just another competitor that is going to fall victim and lose his status to the real mega superstar that is my boy Melo.
Stone Cold can stay drinking beer since Melo is going to send his back to the retirement home in Texas.
Bron Breaker may have the genetics of Scott and Rick Streiner. He may be the big dog in his family. But in UWF, he is just a small puppy in a huge ocean compared to the shark himself, Carmelo Hayes. Melo is gonna break him into pieces and eat him whole. Plain and simple.
Ciampa may be tough on nails when it comes to the Royal Rumble. But Melo is the man of steel when he knocks him out and leaves him unconscious after tonight.
Roman Reigns is just gonna be laying back at the kids table in the catering after Melo shows him who is the real Tribal Chief after tonight.
Trick Williams: Enough about me. Let the man talk for himself.
Carmelo Hayes: Yeah, Trick is right once again. Ya see. I have been waiting here patiently and I am tired of all this talk. I’m ready to show it. Ya’ll have just proven to me that ya ain’t ready for the result of this match. Ya don’t realize the whole truth is standing right before ya. Ya see you all have said everything you got to the point that it is just meaningless. It doesn’t have any value in it. As for me, I am the real deal. I don’t need to lie to ya.
Whenever I spit, my games are always on point ya mean. I don’t need to hire a makeup stylist to look good. I know I look good. That’s why I am so fly and I look good all the time. I don’t need to go around the whole world and show off like Orange Cassidy. Ya know that when I do win the Royal Rumble. I am gonna be showing everyone how a real and true champion that UWF deserved to have. I am gonna be here in and out. I’m gonna answer all my challenges with action. I am gonna put my words into action and prove y'all that ya’ll ain’t got nothing on me. I'm gonna prove to ya that I am the damn future and there isn’t anybody alive that's gonna stop me from fulfilling my ultimate goal of becoming the UWF Champion. Whenever I step into the ring, I am gonna go all out and I am gonna stream roll through everyone. There isn’t gonna be anyone willing to stop me from winning it.
Tonight, everyone here knows it isn’t your time to shine man. The only person who is gonna shine tonight's gonna be me. After tonight, everyone is gonna be talking about me. Nobody is gonna remember none of ya. Y'all have already shot all ya shots and it came out empty. Whenever I shoot, Melo doesn’t miss. At Royal Rumble. Ya and everyone else is gonna end up as the past while everyone will be looking at the future UWF Champion and he is none other than the Future himself. The future is here and I am him.
The scene fades and ends with Carmelo Hayes staring at everyone.
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