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Post by ada2 on May 2, 2024 3:22:25 GMT -6
Television Championship Finn Balor(c) vs Jamie Hayter
The UWF logo flashed across the screen of the viewer, before opening to the backstage. Cars lined the parking lot, seemed like everyone had finally arrived. After a few moments, a man walked towards a door, carrying a large bag, seemingly filled to the brim. On closer inspection, it was Finn Balor. This was the first viewing of him in several days since his defeat, but now he is back and he is looking to have just as much success as he did last time. Just as he was about to open the door, the cameraman was already right behind him, with the interviewer quickly behind him. Trying his hardest to catch his breath, as the demon prince would just turn.
He was in no mood.
He had without a doubt, what many will call the match not just of the month, but of the entire year last week and now, he had to step into the ring with Jamie Hayter of all people and put his title on the line, with Jamie Hayter thinking that without a shadow of a doubt, that this was her time, her moment, the chance that she has been waiting for to take every single thing that he has worked towards within his life, away, unless Jamie Hayter was willing to commit murder tonight.
The television championship.
Was going nowhere.
“Finn Balor! Can we get your response to your match against Jamie Hayter?”
Finn Balor did not respond. Instead, he just looked right into the face of the man before him. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder and just looked this idiot up and down and just sighed a little bit. He did not want to do this right now; he was not bothered at the minute. Finn Balor would move forward a little bit and brush his shoulder into the man as he tried to get past him as the man then spoke up again as he nervously held onto the microphone.
“Well… uh… Finn Balor…can we please get your opinion of your match tonight against Jamie Hayter, there is so much on the line and I just wanted to know what you are thinking.”
Finn Balor once again tries his best to get past them, he had so much to do, so much needed to be done before the show went on, but he soon realised that he would not let him past, Finn Balor shacks his head as he then speaks up.
“You really want to know what I’m going to do to Jamie Hayter. You honestly are asking me that stupid question. Jamie Hayter may be talented and may have earned this match, but just like everyone else she will easily fall to me. There is nobody in this company from the main event scent or not that can defeat me. I have been here right from the beginning and I am here to stay and now at long last after all of my hard work and all of my hard efforts I am finally grasping at a championship. I have worked long and hard for this moment, this is what I have wanted and now it is my time. Jamie Hayter is just someone who is in my way and since day one you have seen what I do to people that get in my way. I am so close to moving up further here that I can almost taste it and I am not going to allow Jamie Hayter to derail me from my quest to become something so much more than what I am right now. Jamie Hayter thinks that this is her time, but she is mistaken, this is the time of Finn Balor and tonight all you people here watching the show live and Jamie Hayter will learn that.”
He then nodded tentatively. Finn Balor then snatches the microphone out of his hand and then shoved him out of the way as he moved closer to the camera and spoke down into it. He did not want to do this interview right now, but having just started taking he wants to finish off on a high note.
“Jamie Hayter if you are a smart person then you best get your family on the phone, because I’m going to tear you to pieces to get to my rightful championship.”
Finn Balor stare was enough to get him to back off enough for Finn Balor to enter the arena. It’s clear that this wasn’t the best moment to speak Finn Balor, as the camera faded back to black, as Finn Balor left them behind and went into the arena.
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Post by Jye on May 3, 2024 8:13:34 GMT -6
We cut backstage, Swerve and Nana stand in front of Priest.
Swerve: Shinsuke, you think you've got it all figured out, don't you? You come back here, thinking you can waltz in and play puppet master with Swerve Enterprises? Well, let me set the record straight for you. You might have shaken hands with Prince Nana, but you've made a deal with the devil himself: Swerve Strickland.
Swerve: You talk about consequences? Well, get ready to face yours. Because when I'm done with you, your one-man kingdom will crumble at my feet. So prepare all the tricks and mind games you want because this doesn't change what you've foolishly set into motion. When push comes to shove, I am the last man you want coming for you. You signed and sealed your own death warrant.
Swerve: And as for your little mind games with Priest? What kind of twisted individual are you? Attacking not just me but my associates? You think you're playing in the big leagues, but you're just scratching the surface. Swerve Enterprises is more than just a business—it's a fortress. And you, Nakamura, are attacking Fort Knox. But let me remind you, you're still in the reception area. Just wait until we stomp you out and leave whatever remains to the sharks.
Swerve: You talk about blinding me? Well, let me tell you something. You might think you can make my eyes close in fear, but you're only opening them wider. Wider to the truth that Swerve Enterprises doesn't back down from a fight. We thrive on adversity, and you, Nakamura, are just another obstacle in our path to greatness.
Swerve: So go ahead, dance around with your mind games and your poison fog. But remember this, Nakamura: when you come at the king, you best not miss. And believe me, you've already missed your shot. Now get ready for a reminder everyone whose house this is...
"Swerves HOUSE!", The crowd louder than ever. Nana pushes forward he's fired up...
"Prince" Nana: Swerve, Nakamura you may have mind games, but we have something far more potent: unity. Together, we stand as a force to be reckoned with, and nothing—not even the King of Strong Style—can break our resolve.
"Prince" Nana: But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? Nakamura's arrogance has blinded him to the true power of Swerve Enterprises. He may think he's the king of strong style, but in our world, he's just another pretender to the throne.
"Prince" Nana: Nakamura, Fool me once, shame on me and now you think you can tear down Swerve Enterprises brick by brick? Think again. We're not just a business; we're a family. And when you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us...
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Post by Xander on May 3, 2024 17:26:40 GMT -6
“Voices” begins to play and in an instant it becomes drowned out by the loudest boos you’ve heard in quite some time. As the familiar entrance video plays out slowly walks Bron Breakker and Brock Anderson. They each stand on either side of the entrance way when then out struts Randy Orton. The last time we saw Orton he had a crazed look in his eye and a scowl on his face that would give you nightmares. But now, he has a huge smile as he walks past Bron and Brock who follow him on either side. The boos only becomes louder, but the smile on Randy’s face is ear to ear. Legacy makes their way into the ring and Orton is handed a microphone and the music dies down, but the boos remain pretty consistent even when he brings the microphone to his mouth.
Randy Orton: You know what, not even you peasants can bring me out of my good mood. I’m sure some of you would be surprised to know, this close to a big match, why would the man who hears voices in his head, the apex predator on the hunt, why would he be smiling and in a good mood? Let me tell you why, there’s nothing more satisfying than punching a loud mouth right in the face. I mean to feel the crack of your fist against the jaw of some dumbass who can’t seem to stop running his mouth. And it feels like almost weekly I’m getting to feel that with Kevin Owens. He runs his mouth, then I punch him in it. He runs his mouth some more and he ends up knocked out on the canvas thanks to my right hand or a RKO. So why do you think anything is going to change at Backlash? All I see is a bigger venue to put that rollie pollie loud mouth in his place.
Even more boos begin to cascade toward the ring and Orton is eating it up.
Randy Orton: I know, I know you all love him. He is the funny fat guy you all remember from school who made you laugh. The class clown who couldn’t get girls to go out with him so he’d settle for being everyone’s clown and pretend he was popular. The problem is when guys like that try to get out of their lane and into the way of a real popular kid, the captain of the football team, the Prom King, the Alpha of the school yard. You see Kevin these people’s cheers, their laughter, it’s given you a false sense of courage. They’ve made you think that because they like you, that means you deserve to be in the ring with guys like me. So you poke the predator, you make a joke and try to stand your ground. The problem with that is these people can’t help you when you step into this ring looking across from me. They may think they help you with their cheers and chants when the bell rings. But the reality quickly steps in when beat you so bad you can’t hear their cheers. When the blood runs into your eyes and you can’t see them standing for you.
The broad smile becomes bigger and more sinister from Orton.
Randy Orton: You know Kevin I should really be thanking you. Coming out of Wrestlemania I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I lost to a man I had no business losing to because I was unfocussed. I knew I wanted to bring these men behind me into the fold because I never felt better than fourteen years ago when I mentored two other young generational talents. But I was directionless and then, you had to open your mouth. You had to put your two cents in where it didn’t belong and you gave me a direction. You gave me a target. You gave me someone to destroy. Now that probably isn’t something you are happy about, I’m sure when they drug your fat ass to the back last Revolution you stared at yourself in the mirror and asked yourself “why did I pick this fight?” I can’t answer that for you Kevin, I don’t know why you are so stupid as to not only call me out when I barely knew you existed. But then you doubled down and had your little fun yelling at snakes in cages.
Orton shakes his head and takes his hand to glide it over his very short buzzed hair.
Randy Orton: But I’m not caged Kevin, I’m free, on the hunt and full of venom looking for you. So what are your choices now? You really don’t have any, I was serious about what I said on Revolution. You can’t run, there’s no forfeiting and not fighting me. Because I will, true to my word, go into the back and hunt you down. You may think you can walk out here and beg for mercy, but we are way past that. I’ve never really been a guy about mercy, but even if I was I’m just looking forward to breaking you in this ring so much. Maybe you will walk down here, head held high, chest puffed out…man boobs at attention. And you will think you can fight your way out of this…you can’t. I mean you could get a shot or two in, everyone can land a lucky shot. But then when the luck runs out the pain begins. And I’m going to make an example out of you, the way I wanted to with Swerve. I told the world I would remind them of what Randy Orton was capable of. What The Viper, The Apex Predator, the most vicious wrestler of his generation…was capable of. I will remind the world as I wear your blood on my chest Kevin and I will make sure this time no one ever forgets.
Orton looks to either side at Bron and Brock before glaring into the hard camera.
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Post by Jimmy Uso on May 3, 2024 20:16:23 GMT -6
When they hear Lie, Cheat and Steal hit's Latino Heat Eddie and mammacita Eve is riding together with her Papi Eddie and he told Eve to flip the switch on his lowrider and they both exit out of the vehicle and hold his Wife Eve hands and let her get inside of the ring and he climbs on the top rope and does his holler shake and slaps his chest and climbs down and reaches over for two microphones after the music fades down while talking to the UWF Universe
before Eddie was about to speak the UWF Universe starts chanting Eddie, Eddie Eddie Eddie Eddie! Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: hola oakland.
UWF Cheers for Oakland and Latino Heat Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: last month in this very ring me and mammacita where in a six person tag team and we ended up winning that match but they still want another fight with The Guerreros at backlash in that's The Collapse. and seems they looking for other fight but it's not gonna be a six person tag oh no it's The Guerrero's verses The Collapse and once we defeat them then maybe I could fight LA Knight. for his UWF Championship but right now we need to get rid of this Collapse once in for all I mean we already defeated you once before and we plan on focing it again at this years backlash.
UWF Cheers for The Guerrero's when Eddie's Wife Eve takes the center floor Mammie| Eve: So let me get this straight Sinn and Abaddon. wants another shot against us at backlash haven't you two had enough we already squashed you last month and you want another ass beaten again after what Abaddon did to my ear when we both fought in this middle ring she was biting my freaking ear on Revolution but now it's personal and since she like to bite my ear like Mike freaking Tyson. then I adjust that i should bite Abaddon's ear and tale a real close look at my ear
The camera man gets closer up to Eve's ear Mammie| Eve: you see that Woman is a psycho and she needs to be on a dog collar or something cause come backlash me and Eddie are gonna take you two sons of bitches out of our lives when we defeat you in this tag team match at backlash.
UWF Chants We want mammie, We want mammie we want mammie we want mammie! Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: me ad Mammi are not going anywhere until I get what I deserve is a UWF Championship but I'm gonna wait until LA knight get passed through ever UWF Superstars first and once we get through with them then it's on with your Latino Heat who will face LA Knight. for his UWF Championship after me and mammacita be the crap out of The Collapse. in our tag team match next week at Backlash.
Mami| Eve: you two just don't get it i mean why pair up again when you know that you two are gonna lose just like me and papi already destoryed you two at Revolution and now you want revenge then bring it on cause May eleventh Eddie and I are gonna finish the job once in for all when we humiliate you two sons of bitches at backlash in our tag team match on UWF.
UWF Universe chants Eve, Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve!
Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: let's get something straight here homes Sinn and Abaddon. want s piece of The Guerrero family well that's never going to happen because come backlash next Saturday me and mammcita are leaving out as the winner once we complete our mission at backlash
Mami| Eve: and no one in I mean know one can't stop the Guerrero's or The L.W.O.
Eve and Eddie lower there mics down and wait for The Collapse to respond back to The Guerrero's
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Post by Fauche on May 4, 2024 11:28:51 GMT -6
Ever since Bischoff stopped flapping his yap, Bayley's been chomping at the bit to take another bite out of Easy E. Civilized human being / hopeless romantic that she is, she late Rick Rude say what he has to say the interim. Now that The Ravishing One has finished up, though, The "Good Guy" lifts stick to spit fire and let Eric know what's what.
Except Kyle beats her to the punch.
The Diabetic Dragon looks a little oblivious, or maybe just disinterested in the tangential arguments swirling around him and what he's after. His goal is manifested in that big, shiny belt his old pal is carrying around. Whatever else is going on in the ring, O'Reilly's eyes keep drifting back that away. He's hyper-fixated, and because of that, just a little quicker to the draw when the floor opens up again.KO'R: You ever play that game Mike Tyson's Punch-Out? There's a pop from an older contingent of the crowd. Kyle doesn't even really wait for an answer.KO'R: Kay, so like... its this really oldschool boxing game and I don't know if you know this or not, but its based on an actual boxer named Mike Tyson. He was world champion, too, and he said... The Human Swiss Army Knife clears his throat and screws up his face a little as he launches into a less-than-stellar Iron Mike impression.KO'R: "Everyoneth got a plan until they get punched in the faeth.Nailed that lisp.KO'R: You tell me you wanna break the Meltzer scale and put on a classic? I'm like "Cool." You tell me you wanna get the Icey title all the way up to the Main Event every night? I'm like "Sweet." You tell me you're gonna pour out every last drippy drop of Rick Rude in the bottle come match time? I'm like "Right on, brother."
But you tell me you got tricks I've never seen and moves I never knew and strengths untold... and all that junk is gonna be the difference maker? I'm like "Ehhhhhh... I dunno, dude." KO'R: "Don't count your chickens before they hatch". That's another quote. Its from farmers. It basically means that even though you got a bunch of eggs that could grow up to be chickens, they might not cause what if you get hungry and eat a few first? Then you'll have less. Fewer. Bayley looks like she was about to step in and correct his interpretation but she backs off when her step-bro more or less arrives at a solid conclusion.KO'R: If I've learned anything in the past six or seven months, its that things don't always go the way you think they well just because you want them to. Of Mice and Men? You ever read that book in high school? Well there's another quote. "The best laid plans of mice and men... couldn't put humpty together again." So like... same thing. Don't plan on your eggs not breaking. Bayley winces at the butchered prose, but again, lets it slide on account of the mostly stuck landing.KO'R: I've had my share of broken eggs. Nobody expected me to win King of the Ring just like nobody expects the King of the Ring to friggin nosedive after they won it. Life's full of stupid surprises and I wish I was good enough all the time to cover for those... but I'm not there yet. I've learned that the best thing I can do is brush the dirt off and keep that hustle up when the knock-downs hit cause I'm betting my life that sooner or later, hard work beats bad luck.
So I'm not presuming to assume anything about nothing. I've been studying graps diehard since I was a kid. But maybe you still got some holds I've never seen. You got six inches and like ten more abs than me. Bigger. Stronger. More experienced. More success. You got it all, dude, and I'm not gonna diss you and say that anything came easy cause I know you worked for every last bit of that...
But all you know is winning. You win more than anyone else in the UWF. Matches, titles, chicks... you go out and get it. Thing is, when you win a lot, you forget how to lose, and messed up at is, it takes a loser to beat a winner. I did a looooooot of losing to get my way back here. And I needed that. It sucked, but I think I needed it. I needed to find the weak spots and fix them. Kyle looks Rick up and down.KO'R: Do you know what yours are? "OOooooooh" says the crowd. Kyle's sounding more methodical than insulting, at least in intention, as he levies his low-brow, prize-fighter philosophies.KO'R: We... the nWo I mean... we were unstoppable for a minute there. Unstoppable. And shoot, didn't that just go straight to our heads, huh? When it all came back around, we got dropped fast. Real fast. And its like, how can something that's bulletproof one month be a dead body the next? That's the kinda thing I've had to spend my time thinking about while you've been out here winning at everything.
Last time I got a title shot, I fought fire with fire and got knocked out cold. I square up with you that same way, what are my chances? Fifty-fifty? Tops? Pffft. I can do better. I know what mistakes look like now. I know 'em like the back of my hand. And when you make one, its gonna surprise you. Its gonna seem weird. You'll be like "what the heck?" and "how the eff?" and in between all that, there's gonna be swingin' on you with the answer - an answer that's simple but really sucks to learn cause the only way to learn it is by feeling it.
Punch-Out was Mike Tyson's game but guess what happens to him in the end?Kyle lowers his mic, and the look on his face lets you know exactly what the answer is.
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Post by Sam on May 5, 2024 4:05:04 GMT -6
Suddenly, to the delight of the crowd Eternal Champion's 'Skullseeker' blasts out of the PA system signalling the arrival of everyone's favourite barbarian, The Mighty Caleb. Caleb emerges onto the stage with a drinking horn in one hand and a fist high in the air as he leads the crowd in the chants of 'SKAL!' before he makes his way down the ramp bumping fists with those who reach out to him over the barricade. Caleb is clearly on a mission tonight and wastes little time in entering the ring and demanding a microphone.
The Mighty Caleb: VINCENT!
The music has just about finished as Caleb addresses his Backlash opponent.
Vincent you can hide among the graves of those already departed and you may use it to intimidate many opponents but The Mighty Caleb is not here for smoke or mirrors, I am not here to face a conjuror, I am here to face the man who prides himself on violence, on chaos... a man who has wreaked havoc upon this realm for far too long. Indeed I am standing here tonight a man who has been plagued by images of your destruction in his mind ever since I came to the aid of a fellow warrior in Eddie Guerrero... and now I must remove you from my mind, from my thoughts and remove the dark cloud of Vincent and his rotten Collapse from this realm for good... so I say to you Vincent, I have made my task clear, my quest is set... I have laid down my challenge to ye... Viking Rules... what says the once Horror King?, do you accept the challenge of The Mighty Caleb or will you continue to hide in the shadows, hiding from a real battle?!
Caleb leaves the floor open for the leader of The Collapse.
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Post by Cwalker on May 5, 2024 15:11:17 GMT -6
L...A....Knight!
The music of the UWF Champion begins to play and the arena gets to their feet. McIntyre turns his head towards the stage just as the "Man of The Hour" walks out from behind the curtain and out onto the stage. Knight takes a moment to stare at the structure McIntyre stands underneath. The Champion motions for "Welcome To LA" to be cut and pulls a microphone out his back pocket and retorts to his challenger.
LA Knight
Loser Ass Knightmare. That's real cute, Drew. How long did it take 'ya to come up with that one? Knowing just how dumb 'ya are, L...A....Knight is going to assume that one has been on 'ya mind since the Royal Rumble and 'ya been waiting for the perfect time to bust it out. Well, L...A....Knight is glad 'ya were able to get that out 'ya system. But there's one thing that 'ya can't seem to shake. 'Ya say that inside 'ya, 'ya buzzing. Well two things, first, L...A....Knight recommends that 'ya see a doctor and get that checked out...
Bad joke but it does receive a couple chuckles.
And second, 'ya have no right to be buzzing on the inside. The only people that should be buzzing and feeling goosebumps are "The Masterpiece" Chris Adonis, "The Million Dollar Champion" and the people right here in Oakland, California.
That's a Mick Foley level cheap pop
And that's because come Backlash, L...A....Knight is going to accomplish what he thought he accomplished at WrestleMania. And that's put an end to Drew McIntyre once and for all. But before L...A....Knight can do that....Let Me Talk To 'Ya!
Now Drew, 'ya come out here week in and week out, running 'ya mouth 'bout losing this here UWF Championship. But the thing that yours truly has been trying to explain to 'ya since day one is, that this Championship was never yours to begin with. 'Ya lucked into this Championship 'cause 'ya faced someone that wasn't ready for the moment they were in. And for eight months, they just lined up undeserving challenger after undeserving challenger. Hell, outside of O'Reilly, did anyone 'ya beat during 'ya reign actually earn the right to face 'ya? Or were they just given title opportunities cause they begged for it like Eddie Guerrero? Or they were hot for two months like Roman Reigns? Or my personal favorite, they kidnapped 'ya worthless manager? Now, did L...A....Knight have to politic to get his shot at Mania? Did L...A.....Knight have to take out the worthless trash known as Stokely to get his shot?
Knight puts his hand on his chin, obviously feigning deep thought.
NAH NAH!
L...A....Knight earned his shot in that ring, doing what he does best. What he does better than everyone else in that locker room. And that includes 'ya too. 'Ya see Drew, L...A....Knight brought all that up 'cause 'ya walk around here calling The Million Dollar Megastar a "pretender Champion" when the truth of the matter is this, 'ya entire eight month run was nothin' more than 'ya playing the game on easy mode. 'Ya had no real challenge because 'ya had no real competition. But come WrestleMania, when a real challenge approached 'ya, 'ya went down faster than Stokley's mom on prom might.
Okay, that got a pop from the crowd.
And allow L...A....Knight to play spoiler. Come Backlash, the result is going to be the same again. 'Ya think 'ya the one that's happy that this is a Hell in A Cell Match? L...A....Knight is ecstatic! 'Cause ever since L...A....Knight won this Championship, he's had to deal with 'ya jumping him from behind every chance 'ya get. But inside that Cell, there will be no sneak attacks. There will be no coming up from behind. It's just going to be 'ya, 'ya kilt and a very pissed off Champion. Hell is an understatement in regard to L...A....Knight plans on putting 'ya through come Backlash. For everything that 'ya have put L...A...Knight through. For everything that 'ya have put The Masterpiece through, L...A....Knight is going to pay it back two fold. And when it's all said and done and that Cell raises, 'ya going to left with the same question that 'ya asked L...A....Knight once upon a time.
Drew looks confused.
Before WrestleMania, 'ya looked L...A....Knight in the eye and asked "How is he going to deal with defeat?" 'Ya thought maybe he'd turn his back on Adonis. 'Ya thought maybe he'd take six months and re-invent himself. We never really got the answer to that question, but now it's time L...A....Knight flips it on its head and asks 'ya, what happens when 'ya lose....AGAIN? What are 'ya going to do? UWF is probably better off without Stokely Hathaway and Braun Strowman has been useless since 'ya brought him in, so 'ya might as well cut bait. But where does that leave Drew McIntyre? A Champion in his mind only. About as useful as snow shoes in July. Well L...A...Knight hopes that 'ya have something figured out, 'cause when the announcement is made and it rings all throughout Oakland "AND STILL", L...A....Knight has a strange feeling Drew McIntyre won't be seeing this Championship again for a very long time.
Champion and Challenger stare one another down as Knight unhooks the title from around his waist and holds it up in the air.
'Ya said when the door on that Cell is shut and locked, it's kill or be killed. That is the only logical thing that 'ya have said to L...A....Knight in four months! And 'ya right! Because for as long as it took L...A....Knight to earn this; for the SIXTEEN months L...A....Knight had to fight to call himself "Champ", the only way that 'ya are leaving Backlash with this title is if L...A....Knight takes his last breath in the middle of that ring. And if we're being perfectly honest Drew, as someone that's been in the ring with 'ya, L....A....Knight doesn't think 'ya man enough to pull that off. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life!
And with that, Knight lowers his microphone and prepares for the Challenger's response.
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Post by itfactor on May 5, 2024 16:17:51 GMT -6
NEVER GONNA BE THE SAME!
Robert Roode is seen in the entrance as the crowd seem to baffle as he is not on the card for Backlash yet here he is to talk about it. It was expected for former World Champion to show his face for an interview but not here. Roode has a shirt on, he gets in the ring. He already has a mic in his hand. He wastes no time getting in the ring.
I know what you all are thinking. What is Robert/Bobby Roode is doing here, by the way I prefer Robert now so thank you very much in advance. And for that kindness, I am going to tell you straight forward what the hell I am doing here. I am here to answer. Now, I am sick of answering people for so many questions like why did you left, why did you come back, despite having potential and success why didn't you fight more to be one of the best here in UWF? Well, I have answered these here and there but the question is not any of them. Question is what I am doing here. And my answer is an answer to another question. What question you may ask? Well, okay, I am being mysterious a bit but I will tell you right now what I am doing here.
Roode pulls his pants a bit up, rolls up his sleeve and sits on the ground as his face looks at the entrance. He sits in indian style.
I am answering your call, your query, whatever the hell you want to call it... KATSUYORI SHIBATA!
Crowd cheers as Roode is looking forward to meet Shibata in the ring.
Plain and simple; you, me, this ring at Backlash! We have a date my friend. It is not going to be three-way, a four-way it is going to be old-fashioned way. Two man, one on one, mano o mano. Two great wrestlers who are looking to outbest each other and prove the world that they are better, to prove their opponent that they have what it takes. To show their opponent that they have way to go to reach their level. And it is not in a weekly show, it is on Backlash! I heard you and some people talking about you beating me. No, you didn't beat me. I was about to win, I was going to be the victor but you out-smarted me and got the spoils and the win. I applaud that, that is clever. Not many men have out-smarted me but it seemed to me that I was the better wrestler while you were the cheater. It is quite the opposite of what you have claimed, isn't it? You, the brave wrestler stole my victory. Then why don't you be the man that you say so and face me at Backlash! You are having these open challenge and I am here to answer! Who else was left to answer it anyway and who wants more revenge? Who wants to prove themselves more than me? Nobody! Why? Here is another answer to a question it is because I want to prove myself that I am still good to go that I can still do it! That I am still Robert F'N Roode! I started that this week by beating Jamie Hayter in a quick fashion. That was impressive, that showed me that I still have it but that is definitely not enough for me. I want more, I need more to prove myself I can still be at the top of the business. So when you had this open challenge I said to myself, "why don't you prove everyone, Shibata but more importantly that your victory was stolen and that you are better than Katsuyori Shibata!" That moved me, that brought up a fire in me and that lead me to here, this ring answering your call! I know talking isn't your strong suit so why don't you come here and you give me an answer this time! Come here and let's have some words at each other because that will be the only thing that will slow down my hype until Backlash because I can't wait to punch you in the face! I can't wait to show myself whether your victory was a fluke, was a steal-away. I don't like the wait and I think you would not as well because we both are veterans, thinking your style you might have lesser time than I do but who knows. Come here and let's use our time left, giving the money's worth of these people and entertain them before we put on a classic to prove who the better man is! I am waiting for you!
Roode slams mic down and he opens his arms as he looks at the entrance screaming "come on".
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mattchewie
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Post by mattchewie on May 5, 2024 17:06:10 GMT -6
Rude smirks and begins shaking his head slowly. Bischoff pantomimes walking a dog with a leash to Bayley, behind Rude’s back. Rude slowly raises the microphone.
Rude: Well, Lennie…am I supposed to ask you about the rabbits, now?
A small “ooohh” ripples through the crowd, clearly not enough people have read the classic piece of literature by John Steinbeck. Rude: It’s ironic that you make the comparison to “Of Mice and Men” here, though. George is the level-headed of the two, while Lennie is blissfully ignorant of his surroundings but everly optimistic. No, I am in no way insinuating that you have sort of mental disability the same as Lennie, before anyone attempts to capitalize on that. While Lennie was completely clueless as to what was going on around him, the lynching party was drawing ever nearer, George was faced with the unfortunate decision of putting down his best friend who was still dreaming of that better tomorrow. Sound familiar? Oh, and you want to talk about life being full of surprises?
Rude takes his hand and loosens the tie around his collar. He unbuttons the top clasp, giving it more room to breathe. Bischoff looks puzzled at Rude and then to Bayley.
Rude: Kyle, you haven’t even been earth-side long enough to fully appreciate the phrase that life is full of surprises. Now, I’m not knocking anything in your life or attempting to say that your life hasn’t been hard or anything like that. But, I’m going to ask you to choose your words carefully. Have you had to have that difficult conversation with a doctor about how there’s only a ten percent chance of you surviving a necessary emergency surgery, just to even wake up the next morning?
Rude pauses to let that question sink in. A silence falls over the crowd. Rude hands Bischoff the microphone as he begins to take off his suit coat. He hands Bischoff the coat and begins unbuttoning his sleeves, flipping them back once. The crowd begins to stir. Rude grabs the microphone to continue.
Rude: You’re alluding to the fact that I’ve forgotten how to lose…I appreciate the support and the flattery in the things that you’ve said, Kyle, but I’m going to have to disagree. I have been handed my fair share of losses over the years, but I have learned from each one. There have been many times throughout my long career that I’ve had to stare down the barrel of that gun whenever I’ve had to ask those closest to me, as well as myself, has my time passed? Don’t even begin that train of thought that just because you’ve got more losses under your belt right now gives you any shot of taking me down. What is something that I have told you time and time again? It’s not really about the little battles here or there, it’s the turning point victories that win the war. Not just going to disagree on the part about how I’ve forgotten how to lose, but about that part about you being a loser. Granted, your track record hasn’t been too stellar, I’ll give you that. But you are far from a loser, my boy. I’ll tell you exactly what you are. You’re insanely talented, you just haven’t had the right person across the ring from you to pull out everything that there is to bring out of you so that you can show the world what you bring to the table as well as just how serious of a competitor that you are. Well, guess what? You’ve found him.
The crowd pops as Rude takes a step directly in front of Kyle, locking eyes with him.
Rude: We can stand out here and make allegorical references to literature all that we want to, we can stand out here with a measuring tape, we can stand out here comparing our wrestling styles…at the end of the day, none of that is going to matter. What is going to matter is just how much either of us will have in the tank come show time. At this point, It doesn’t matter who wins or who loses. It’s going to come down to who really gave it their best shot. Do you know how long it has been since someone has truly taken me to my limit in this business? That is what I have been searching for since I’ve come back to this company. I don’t want another opponent who is going to sneak a win over me by a countout or a dirty pin. I want someone to actually beat me by outmaneuvering, outwrestling, and outlasting me. I want to face someone who has the potential to be better than me. I’ve wasted words with lesser opponents over the years, explaining to them each and every methodical way that I will rip them to shreds, tearing right through the sinews of their muscles, dislocating joints and sockets…but I don’t have to do that with you, do I? No, you’ve been around to see me at my absolute best, as well as my absolute worst. You know exactly what I am capable of, just like I know exactly what you think you are capable of. Since day one, I’ve seen the same thing in you that Larry did. I don’t have the ego that Larry does, so I’m not going to keep you doing my dirty work, that’s not doing you any favors. I’m going to be the one that stokes that fire and unleashes you on this world, Kyle. Because twenty years from now when you lay those boots in the center of the ring and walk away from this business, I want it to be my name that gets mentioned whenever they say you were never the same after this match. I want my name to be synonymous with your successes. I want it to be me that is blamed whenever people question what made you so ruthless.
Rude takes a moment to compose himself. Not from losing his cool, but from getting so amped up.
Rude: Did it ever occur to you that maybe I am tired of playing second fiddle, too? Maybe now, I see this is not only my opportunity, but our opportunity to branch out and really show the wrestling world just what we’re about and just what we can bring to the table. Neither one of us have to hide behind Larry, these days. I’ve already set whatever records can be set with this title, other than most reigns, so there’s nothing holding me back from that. You finally dropped the dead weight of Janela, took care of Vincent. The sky is the friggin’ limit, my dude. There’s an asshat that has the reins of this company, and it’s up to either you or me to course correct the wagon and drive it into yet another boom period. While he’s out here slinging “yeah” after every other word, we’re out here trying to keep this ship afloat. They may call me The Franchise, but they should be calling you The Next Big Thing. You seem to be something of a historian for the UWF, I’m just going to ask you…do you want to be on the wrong side of history for this match? Do you want to roll in on the Revolution after hanging your head knowing that you didn’t give it your all, or do you want to strut in with your head held high knowing that you gave it your absolute damnedest trying to take me down? Because, spoiler alert! This belt isn’t going anywhere, just yet. And if for some miraculous reason you even think that you pose any shot of taking it from me, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but i is literally going to take you prying it from my cold, dead hands. One rigored digit at a time.
Rude lets the microphone fall as his gaze has never left that of Kyle’s.
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Post by Dres on May 5, 2024 17:38:23 GMT -6
As, “Continuum” by Imminence begins to play, out walks the man that the theme belongs to: Vincent. He has a microphone in hand as he makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, his eyes fixated on The Mighty Caleb as he raises the microphone to his mouth.Vincent: Be very careful what you wish for when it comes to me, Caleb. Because when I’m in the shadows or amongst the headstones or wherever, I can’t do you any physical harm. But standing in the same room in the same ring just a few steps away? I can do all kinds of it. And I’m going to do all kinds of it at Backlash, because while you think you’ve laid the perfect trap for me by making this your tailor made stipulation, you’re going to find out the hard way that I adapt frighteningly quick and what that means for you is your hopes of victory are going to go up in smoke.
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