|
Post by Fauche on Mar 12, 2024 19:27:59 GMT -6
Bayley: Did you have Stupid-O's for breakfast or something? In an industry full of guys whose best class in highschool was Gym, you're somehow - amazingly - setting a new standard as the dumbest person I've ever shared a ring with. Like... what the hell are you even talking about?
The "Good Guy" gawks at Sinn the way you stare in bemused horror at person who just can't parallel park.
Bayley: When Vince sent you scumdumpsters after us, I expected that he had worked up some kinda devious little scheme that might actually be a pickle to work our way out of. But nope. Its just you - a clown's clown - with no plan besides "we're gonna beat you up because we say we will."
Buddy. Pal. Friendo. Imagine if I went up to the Dutch Olympic Gold Medalist Speed Skater Irene Schouten and told her that I was gonna beat her ass in a race on ice. She would laugh in my face. So I tell her I'm not gonna play the rules. Guess what? Still wouldn't matter. She'd skate circles around me.
She traces said circles in the air with her free hand to make the point.
Bayley; You've probably got all these sicko fantasties about how this is gonna play out, but the fact that this match is starting in a wrestling ring with you two jokes against two legitimate, world-class wrestlers give us every advantage. Just like Irene, we're gonna wrestle circles around you. I don't care if you bring god damn chainsaw with ya's, you're gonna have a hard time starting that puppy up when I've got your simple ass trapped in a hammerlock for as long as damn well feel like.
|
|
|
Post by Fauche on Mar 12, 2024 20:01:29 GMT -6
Kyle looks down at where Vincent' hand was just placed and shakes his damn head.KO'R: Hands to yourself, or next time you pull back a stump. The only reason I'm gonna let you leave this ring in one piece is cause I don't do snacks before supper. When I eat you alive at Wrestlemania, I want the full meal.KO'R: But yeah, I asked for this. I've been wanting this fight for a long ass time. And yeah, I know your boy Sinn's a hack who's so green in this ring he's gotta wear velcro on his wrestling boots. Tell me something I don't know, Captain Obvious. Shoot, I'll do the same for you...Thumb brushed against the nose so you know he's about to get serious about it.KO'R: I don't a single, solitary, shit about your legend. I don't care that I get to square off with a former UWF Champion at Wrestlemania. I'm not impressed by your big run with TV Title back in the day, or by the fact you won a Rumble, or that you got a Hall of Fame ring. It doesn't mean a thing in the world to me that we're both King of the Ring winners. So what?
The only history you made that matters to me is that your messed up my wedding night and you hurt a bunch of my friends That's what this is about. This is the payback you thought you'd run away from finally coming back to get you. The haunter becomes the haunted.The crowd starts to buzz a bit, get riled up with O'Reilly as he steps towards his opponent.KO'R: If you'da stayed gone, maybe your career could have ended on a higher note than its about to. But nah, you had to come back and play your stupid games with the kinds of guys who love playing stupid games. Bray Wyatt. Trevor Lee. Hell, even Larry got sucked up in all that junk.
Me? I'm cut from a different cloth. I don't fool around in this ring. And its the guys like that that give your trouble, isn't it? Like McIntyre just did. Or Shibata last time you made it out for the big show.
You're only any good when you're creeping and crawling around in the dark. Every time your ass gets dragged out into the light for a show down, you go down. I think you've gotten way to used to fighting scared people, Vincent. Look at me. I'm not scared. I'm shaking cause I can't hardly wait. I'm gonna smash my way right through your sicko plan to get your boogeyman shine back, remind you why you lost this match last time and then take it waaaaaaaay too far past that. And if that still sounds arrogant to you, that's fine, cause I'm a million percent positive I'm gonna take you out.
|
|
|
Post by Dres on Mar 15, 2024 20:46:32 GMT -6
Vincent raises his microphone again as he laughs briefly, amused.
Vincent: You’re positive you’re going to take me out. Aren’t they always? Or, to tailor it more to the situation at hand, aren’t you always? Every time you pick up that microphone or have a microphone put in front of you, it doesn’t matter who the opponent is, the same exaggerated thing comes spilling out of your mouth about how you’re going to pull someone’s arm out of its socket until it tears loose and then you’re going to beat them to death with it or something along those ridiculous lines. And before you go calling that criticism hypocrisy on my part, the difference is people hear me say things like that and fear I might do it. You not so much. Because, as I know you love being reminded, I have a body count. I’ve committed actual murder. The only thing you’ve killed recently, besides time and brain cells, is your own credibility and while all three of those can be chalked up to your association with Joey Janela, the blame falls just as much on your own shoulders for not being able to get the job done.
But that was real competition, right? There’s no shame in losing if it’s real competition! When are you going to stop making excuses and fess up to the fact that you can’t hack it on your own and have only made it this far because you had coattails to ride on, hmm? You want to discredit my legacy? My opponents that I’ve vanquished? Fine, put it all aside and guess what, you still don’t belong in the same conversation as yours truly simply because I’m real danger and you? Like I said, you’re only a threat to yourself.
|
|
|
Post by Dres on Mar 15, 2024 20:53:42 GMT -6
Sinn: Without question, you’ve had a lot of laughs at our expense. Boosted your own egos reeeeal nice, too. But what’s a boosted ego going to do for you when push comes to shove? Who’s going to be laughing then? Certainly not the two of you. But you’ll find that out when the pain creeps in. You’ll find out…
|
|
|
Post by ada2 on Mar 16, 2024 3:22:37 GMT -6
Televison Championship The Mighty Caleb(c) vs Jamie Hayter vs Finn Balor vs Carmelo Hayes vs Eddie Guerrero
Coming off of a commercial break, our cameras cut to the backstage area as the demon prince, Finn Balor, is seen walking down the halls. Cameras would follow up to Finn Balor and his frustration is quickly shown. Already aggravated with being annoyed with cameras, he listens to what the interviewer has to say before speaking out loud.
"I, uh, if you don't mind Finn Balor, I would like to get your thoughts on your match tonight. Are you satisfied with who you have to face? And do you have anything to say to your opponents tonight?"
Finn Balor rolled his eyes. It's the same question that he has been hearing all week. It is the same question that he has heard since the match was created. They've been on his mind practically all day and it's most likely time for the demon prince to let out his anger and frustrations.
"Listen up and listen very closely. I want you to take what you want out of my match last week, but look at me. I'm still the best wrestler in this company right now. My defeat last week to LA Knight means nothing at all because I am going to correct it tonight. There is so much more on the line tonight. Winning this match will advance me further to the top of the standings and right now that’s where I want to be. That title, for me, is what will push me higher than all others and it will be what makes me, the man I was meant to be, no more games, no more wasting time, I am taking what I want.” As he took a moment for himself. “If there was more on the line against LA Knight last week then the result wouldn't have been the same. Sure, it's a loss, not like I haven't taken them before. But I lost nothing. This run here is still young; it is still in its early days and there are still plenty of opportunities to pick up steam for myself. So that’s it really, but am I unsatisfied? Look, I will admit that I got a little frustrated over the loss regardless of what was at stake in the match.” As he would grit his teeth. “That was my moment to get my revenge on La Knight. To finally beat him on my terms with no idiots in the way. But that's never happened. When will it? I'll tell you this much. This thing with La Knight and I? Isn't... over. It will not be over tonight, or next week. I will tell you when it will be over. Next month. When I take this title and prove myself and with it, lay down a challenge for the one who walks out of the main event with my true gold, until then I just have to keep going. I will continue to haunt him at every turn, I will continue to be a thorn in his side until I defeat him and break him. The same with Drew, whichever one of them walks away tonight, with the title, I will be coming for them.”
Again Finn Balor takes a small break as he cracks his neck from side-to-side. Finn Balor looks back into the camera and then continues to speak about his match and his numerous opponents.
“My match tonight is in my hands; it is mine for the taking, look at the people I have to defeat. They are all just the minor league players when compared to me, combine them all together and still you don’t get anywhere near the brilliance of the demon prince. Take The Mighty Caleb for example, what has The Mighty Caleb proved since arriving at this company … nothing! He is the same old Mighty Caleb as before, a terrible wrestler who believes he deserves to jump the line and go right to the top. It does not work like that; nobody is going to jump ahead of the demon prince, especially not Mighty Caleb. Throw in the fact, that I didn't even know, I had no idea at all, truly that they where the champion, that they held gold, tells you all you need to know in truth, how poor of a job they have done, but that will soon be corrected, when I take the title from them and add some true worth and value to it.” As he would grin from ear to ear. “The same goes for Jamie Hayter, someone that has taken so much from me and I had reminded her of her place, a sound defeat for her, an easy victory for me, but here she is, looking to continue a fight, she has already lost and cannot win. The fact of the matter is that Jamie Hayter is not as good as she once was. She cannot win any of her major matches; she does not have what it takes to hang up in the main event. I have already defeated Jamie Hayter and trust me last time was easy, I was not even trying. The fact of the matter is Jamie Hayter, I've never needed help to defeat any of my prey, and I most certainly don't need help to defeat the likes of yourself. Everything I have done here I have done on my own. I know you don’t have anyone at your side, nobody would be foolish enough to hang around with you, but it is the fact that you just think you deserve all of this is what makes me sick. I have beaten you before and I will do it again, you are nothing to me.”
He has already talked about two of his opponents, now it was time to move onto another two sets of tools he had to contend with. Finn Balor moved his arms behind him and clasped his hands together as he stared into the camera.
“And now we come to Eddie Guerrero. Again I know this man. I have followed this man, this icon, this legend, this Eddie Guerrero. I know that I can defeat this man, because I am the true superior wrestler, his time has come and his time has passed by him and it was a blink and you will miss it moment in time. When I say I'm the best, I mean that I'm the best and I prove it by exemplifying my wrestling skills that make me just that damn good in the ring. When someone like you says they're the best, that they're the future? You get laughed at from afar by your superiors because those words, from a guy like you Eddie Guerrero, will be interpreted as pretentious. Those words from Finn Balor, however, wrestlers and common fans alike believe that. I don't earn my respect; I command it. Meanwhile, you're doing everything you can to be an exemplary member of the wrestling society and earn the respect of your fellow wrestlers, and I am taking it. Twenty years ago, you were something like Eddie Guerrero, now .. now you are all washed up, holding onto fame you do not deserve, it is kind of sad.” The once great icon, nothing more than a joke. “Carmelo Hayes, the last, the least, the one I forgot about. You used to be something special Carmelo Hayes, but now you have blended in with everyone else. You are just another faceless wrestler in a rather large crowd. You don’t have what it takes to defeat me and if you have a problem with that then prove me wrong in the ring where it all counts. I don’t even think you can do that, I don’t even think you have the skill to match me. Carmelo Hayes, I don’t care if you like what I am saying, I'll say whatever I want to say, whenever I want to say it, to whomever my words concern, and this case is no different.”
Finn Balor then quickly moves forward, his hands move from behind him as he grabs onto the camera and pulls it into his face as he just stares right into it and smirks as he speaks seriously, sending a message to his opponents.
“You and the others needn't even prepare for this match, not because it'll be an easy victory, but because you're all going to come out the losers regardless of whether or not you win. That's the effect I have on my opponents. In the end Finn Balor always comes out on top.”
And with that, Finn Balor stormed off towards his locker room to finish the preparation for his match tonight against these four men and women who had the one thing he wanted and the one thing he would do anything within his power to take for himself.
|
|
mattchewie
Main Eventer
The following nostalgic 90s-ish moment has been provided by the Chewie World Order
Posts: 198
|
Post by mattchewie on Mar 16, 2024 10:03:46 GMT -6
Rude shares a nervous glance with Bayley before letting the guffaw escape.
Rude: I don't know about Bayley, but if the pain that I'm having to endure right now just by looking at you and smelling the unmistakable aroma of "I live off of the Welfare and only bathe maybe once or twice a month just because I'm going into public places" is any indication of said pain that you're referring to, then I am sure that we are in for a treat. I don't know if it's the slow mentality from momma popping percs left and right in between pints of Jack Daniels while she was toting you around in that baby basket of hers or what...but my ego doesn't need to be boosted. I've easily fought trash such as yourselves and put them back into their place countless times. I don't know who is laughing the hardest between the two of us, or the entire locker room right now for you actually thinking you stand a snowball's chance in hell in even inflicting an ounce of that pain that you keep promising. Right now, I just think it's pillow talk for you, because when push does come to shove, I am almost certain that you're going to fall short of the mark. The only thing that will keep on creeping in will be that stench coming off of you right now. I'm insanely curious as to what you think we are going to find out though, because I'm fairly positive that the only thing that we're going to find out is exactly how long you're going to mange to last against the two of us. Don't let my pretty face or her pretty waist fool you, buddy. When it comes time to get down and dirty, I believe it will be the two of you who are surprised at just how much we're going to deliver.
|
|
Sam
Main Eventer
Posts: 221
|
Post by Sam on Mar 16, 2024 17:02:38 GMT -6
Backstage a darkened room is lit only by the dim flame of a fire who's flames flicker as a shadow against the plain wall in the background. The sound of hammer meeting anvil can be heard in the background, the grunting of hard-work accompanying each strike. The striking stops and soon into the picture walks our UWF Television Champion, The Mighty Caleb who holds a great axe in his hands, he looks down proud of his handiwork before he looks up straight down the barrel of the camera.
The Mighty Caleb: So it has been decided - the Gods have fated that The Mighty Caleb will fight not one... not two... not even three but four other men in the great battlefield known as Wrestlemania! - a wonderful proposition for this blood-hungry warrior it must be said. For the past month The Mighty Caleb has issued his challenge to all who deem themselves worthy and for weeks on end The Mighty Caleb had no answer. The Mighty Caleb had a thought that he may be missing something as week after week my challenge was not met - but here we are now and at Wrestlemania in a great battle of mighty warriors we have ourselves what has been described to The Mighty Caleb by one of the many sorcerers who can control the video cameras as a 'Five Pack Challenge' with the UWF Television Championship on the line.
Caleb chuckles to himself looking once again at the blade he has seemingly just sculpted.
Most champions I dare suggest would shudder at such a proposition. Most champions I have seen in my time in this realm would rather run from competition and clutch for dear life to their titles than make a name for themselves that will last through eras, make themselves revered among the realms. But that is not The Mighty Caleb. The Mighty Caleb does not see this as being a detriment to his chances of retaining this Television Championship but rather an opportunity to solidify my place in this realm as one it's mightiest champion. Of course, some others may have held their championships longer - may have beaten more challengers over time but there are few men or women of this realm or indeed any realm who can stand and be counted as one who defeated four others, conquered a cascade of mighty warriors to show themselves as mightiest. This challenge which has been laid before The Mighty Caleb, as exciting as it may be, is of course one which is treacherous, fraught with danger - I will enter the great hall of battle with four fine warriors, a Demon Prince, a fair Shieldmaiden, a leader of his own World Order and the man who made The Mighty Caleb taste defeat not so long ago, one Carmelo Hayes.
Caleb has a more serious glint to his eyes as he grimaces at the memory of his defeat to Hayes.
But defeats will come in our line of work - a warriors job is not simply to win or even to lose but to fight well and fight well I have done since day one. I entered this realm with one mighty quest - to conquer all I see before me. Along the way there has been pitfalls - perhaps The Mighty Caleb was not prepared or versed enough in the treachery of the Revolution Realm but for each time The Mighty Caleb has struggled or fallen... The Mighty Caleb has gotten straight back up again and marched onwards. Hayes, you may have bested me and you may claim to be the very future of this realm - but I can assure you, the story will be much different come Wrestlemania. And perhaps your future will have to wait and take it's place behind the fated conquest of The Mighty Caleb. I don't take defeat lightly, and I will have my vengeance come Wrestlemania.
Caleb smiles once again holding the UWF Television Title in one hand his self-fashioned axe in the other.
Indeed conquest is on the forefront of The Mighty Caleb's thoughts - but he would be remiss if he wasn't glad to have another chance to shut the mouth of the 'Demon Prince', Finn Balor himself once again. The Mighty Caleb can sense however that this is a Finn Balor fighting with a new purpose, with renewed ambition but it's clear to see that his arrogance can only be equalled by his benevolence. Finn Balor it seems is a constant thorn in the side of The Mighty Caleb, or perhaps simply a stench which won't go away. Crushing you and your Mafia before brought The Mighty Caleb immense pleasure and given that you haven't seemingly learned at all from that lesson, then perhaps we will have to remove the skull from your shoulders more permanently this time...
Caleb looks at his axe almost longingly before laughing to himself, he places it down and places the UWF Television Championship belt over his shoulder.
Shieldbrothers and sisters - I have asked, I have prayed and I have been close to begging for this match and it has finally come. Four challengers, some familiar, others less so - four mighty warriors who will test their steel against the might of The Mighty Caleb. This is what I came to this realm for - this is what brings me the most joy. The opportunity of a lifetime to seal immortality. It will be sung in the great halls throughout the realms - as ale and mead are held high and merry men and women share stories and song. They will sing my name and they will share stories about the saga of The Mighty Caleb who defeated the Shieldmaiden, crushed Latino Heat, decimated the man who calls himself simply... HIM and claimed the skull of the Demon Prince. At Wrestlemania I write myself into the Sagas of this realm, I etch my name into legend and conquer all foes who stand before me. This is fated by the Gods and there is no man, woman... or demon... who can deny The Mighty Caleb his rightful place as the mightiest champion in the entire Revolution Realm and in victory my Shieldbrothers and sisters we shall rejoice, we shall drink, we shall be merry and we shall celebrate the night The Mighty Caleb made his Wresltemania conquest... and yes... we shall chant, in the name of the Gods and for eternal victory... SKAL!, SKAL!, SKAAAAL!
Caleb pounds his fist and holds his UWF Television Championship aloft staring into it as it glistens in the soft light of the flame which illuminates the room. Caleb takes a long look at the title before staring once again down the lens of the camera before the scene fades to black.
|
|
|
Post by Tapout on Mar 17, 2024 10:04:43 GMT -6
The titantron turns on to the image of Kevin Owens sitting backstage. His demeanor is calmer than usual as he stares into the camera.
If it's okay I'd like to take a minute to address everyone straight from my heart. I've been called a hot head, I've been told I have a temper. I blow my gasket too easily and I'm usually very heated. But not today. Not right now. Because right now I want to talk about what has been going on in my life, in my career. I came back to UWF with these visions of grandeur. I used to be a king here. Arenas around the world chanted my name. My opponent would stand across from me as people cheered for me to “kill” them. I was on a mission to save professional wrestling and God dammit I think I did just that. But anyone who knows me knows that there's one thing to me more important than wrestling and that's family. So I went away to be with my family. To watch my children grow up. Be there for my wife. But the time came where myself and my family decided that I should return to the ring. And you know I thought I was coming back to see more of my family. When I talk about family, for years, for over half my life that included Sami Zayn. Sami Zayn and I traveled the world together. We sat next to each other in bingo halls to WrestleManias. We were inseparable. Closer than brothers. Sami Zayn stood next to me when I got married and I did the same for him.
But deep down Sami has always had a problem with me. Sami has always had one Demon that he just couldn't exercise inside of him and that's jealousy. Sami has always been jealous of me. 20 years ago when the world could already see that “Mr. Wrestling” had IT, Sami was in a mask desperately trying to find an identity. Sami was jealous that from day 1 I knew who I was and what I was about. And that got me booked more and more. That made me more money. That gave me more exposure than Sami and that made him jealous. But I never left your side, Sami. Whenever I got a booking I fought to get you on that show too. I told promoter after promoter how good you were. I fought to get you on the card too. Because that's what brothers do Sami and we were brothers.
But here we are. 20 years later and that Demon still lives in you. It's grown stronger and bitter. Every success I've had has been like a knife in your gut. Every Championship I held above my head has made your jealousy worse. And it's a shame Sami. I've always been your number 1 fan. You said you want me at WrestleMania so you can “wrestle circles around Mr. Wrestling”. And I believe you Sami. I've always thought you were the better wrestler. But unlike what the name suggests, I'm not coming to WrestleMania to wrestle. I'm coming to fight. I'm coming to rid my best friend of a 20 year old Demon.
|
|
|
Post by Fauche on Mar 17, 2024 23:11:45 GMT -6
O'Reilly concedes that last point, at least a little.KO'R: You're half-right, which is about as good as its ever going to get for your dumb ass. There's no bigger threat to me than me. Or at least, that used to be true. Right up until a couple weeks ago.KO'R: When I came back to the UWF last last year, everyone was all like "Kyle will never make it on his own. He's just a tag guy at best and sidekick at worst."
Then what?
Huh?
Yeah. That's right. I won. A lot. Like... a lot a lot. Like more than anyone else did last year. Look it up. That includes the Prizz Tizz Mizzle. And the King of the Ring Tournament. But so what? Old news, right? I proved a point though, to all those stupid, mother effing doubters and haters who only ever saw me as some kinda second-stringer. I showed 'em that whether it was with Larry Sweeney or Mark Henry, I was the one on the team doing the heavy lifting, carrying us to those title belts. And before that? Was I the sidekick? Or was I the guy making sure my pal Mr. 12 Large went on the biggest, baddest, bestest title run this show has ever seen? You think Larry racks up all those defenses without me? You think its a coincidence that the one he lost was the one I wasn't there for?Kyle doesn't way for a answer on account of those are some rhetorical questions.KO'R: History lessons are boring as shit. I know that. But I'm as sick of reminding people what I can do when I'm fully unleashed, just like I got so sick of people telling me that the only thing holding me back was Bayley -Some boos from the crowd on that note, but the Diabetic Dragon talks right over them cause he's on a roll here.KO'R: - but now she's gone and I got my head right. Come Wrestlemania, for the first time in forever, I'm not gonna have anyone at ringside throwing me off my game. And when Rick Rude's done with your fan club, that'll mean its just you and me. One-on-one. No distractions. I can finally show you what I'm really all about. I know you think it ain't much but I'm not too worried about whether or not I've already made an impression on EC3's personal trash man for washed-up has-beens. The difference between me and this sick, old, tired dogs you give yourself all the credit in the world for putting down is that when you point the gun at my head, I bite before you get a chance at pulling that trigger.
The only people you're any danger too are the loser freaks who get lost in the dark following you down your goofball rabbit hole. Twisted sickos and delusional prick idiots who oughta be wearing a straight jackets instead of singlets. But that's not me. I'm a guy who has watched get away with dishing out heaping spoonfulls of your self-loving bullshit for five years and I'm gonna kick your ass about it. Before Vinny can try and laugh that off or cut in again, Kyle points at his face, aiming to catch his gaze and draw it in his way.KO'R: Look at me. Look at me looking at you. What does it look like I see in you? Do I look afraid? Nah, man. You're not too scary after all. You're just some black tar hippie with gross hair and a lot of scar tissue and beady eyes like a rat's. I'm not sweating your death threats. What's on the line for me is how pissed off I'd be if I let something screw up this chance I got to rip you to shreds, which is why I cleared the lane so when its time to settle this score, there's nothing and nobody stopping me from doing the work. Not even me. And least of all you.
|
|
|
Post by Dres on Mar 18, 2024 0:48:42 GMT -6
Vincent raises his microphone once more.
Vincent: You really think you being there for Larry would’ve made a difference? Because he tried every trick he had left in the book to keep that UWF Championship and still failed, so you being there to scowl like you just sucked on a lemon or play Power Rangers or whatever wouldn’t have made a difference. But I know you want to think it would have, because that validates you. All these things you say about yourself validates you but do you know what isn’t going to validate you? Losing this Barbed Wire Massacre. No one’s going to look at it as you going down swinging and if they have anything to say about your heart it’ll be because I carve it out of your chest and show it to them before stomping on it. No, this is going to go down as another example of you picking a fight you couldn’t finish, or rather, had finished for you. This is going to be another crowning example of someone doubting me and paying the price for it as well. There’s been lots of those throughout my years in this company.
Vincent continues.
Vincent: I can only imagine how much it’s going to sting to lose this match, and not just because you’re going to be lacerated head to toe and feeling literal stinging. I mean, five years is a long time to hold a grudge and this is the most intense kind of grudge you can hold so even without what you’ve had to say about it, I know it’s been festering and I know it’s been building and I know victory is all you want, but you’re not going to get it, and that’s going to devastate you, Kyle. Whether you realize it or not, and whether you care or not, my star power and stock as well as the stakes and the location make this the biggest match of your entire career. But it’s just as big for me.
It’s just as big for me because I finally get to, even though you’re not the man I lost to, avenge a loss. But more than that, I finally get to shut you up and put this quarrel to bed. And then what are you going to do? Cry to Joey? Reconcile with Bayley and lean on her? Or are you going to stick around another five years, stew in your failure that whole time, and then try again? Because see, the thing about doing the heavy lifting is you still had someone to help carry the weight, regardless of how much they were towing versus your contribution. Now you’re lifting all by yourself, and you can’t bear me, Kyle. Just like last time, I’ve played with your mind and played on your emotions and outfoxed you.
Vincent smiles.
Vincent: Not to mention, I’m in murder mode, and there’s nothing that can be done when I’m in that mode except let nature run its course. In addition, it’s Wrestlemania season and yours truly is especially dangerous around this time. But you don’t want to hear any of this, do you? In fact I know you’re so opposed to it reaching your ears that, quite frankly, I’m a bit surprised you aren’t plugging them. That would be in character for a man child like you that fills up on his own delusions and fantasies and washes them down with denial. Face it, and I mean really face it. There’s no one in this company that EC3 could pit you against that you’d be considered the most dangerous man in UWF either in comparison or as the end result of a match. So you’re definitely not getting the satisfaction of walking away with that distinction facing me.
I want you to take one last hard look at my resume. I’ve been through scenarios, situations, and stipulations like this since I signed my name on the dotted line of my first contract. You? Sure you can talk the talk like you’ve been through the same trenches, but you’ve never walked the walk. This is barbed wire, one inanimate thing you’ll find that’s just as cold and unforgiving as I am. I’m going to tear into your flesh with it, I’m going to make you agonize with it, and I’m going to make you bleed with it. And I’m talking deep gashes, the kind that’s going to make the ringside Doctor go, “I should stitch that” but he won’t be able to without stopping the match. Boy would that piss you off and embarrass you. I mean losing is one thing but not getting to stick around to do it? That’s another entirely.
Vincent continues to smile as he puts out his arm, looking at the top of his wrist before lowering the arm and looking at Kyle again.
Vincent: The time for talking about it has just about concluded though, so we’re about to see how the real Kyle O’Reilly does in an ultraviolent fight. My opinion on how you’re going to fare has been stated, and you’ll find it’s less opinion and more like gospel come Sunday, but I’m a fair man: speak your last words…
Vincent drops his own microphone and stares down Kyle with a sinister look.
|
|