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Post by Roach on May 6, 2024 0:08:04 GMT -6
THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVE. THANK YOU FOR THE HEART.
Tatsuro Yamashita's "Fragile" graces the atmosphere and so does one Katsuyori Shibata, all dressed up for the occasion. He doesn't leave Roode waiting for very long. He marches down to the ring with intent as the fans shower his presence with love.THERE'LL NEVER BE A LONG AND LONELY NIGHT AGAIN. He shoots a mean glare at Roode before calmly making his way up the ring steps and slickly traversing through the ropes.I WALKED AWAY FROM LOVE. I ALWAYS HAD MYSELF TO BLAME. I HID MY FRAGILE DREAMS AWAY.
The music fades out as Shibata calls for a mic. Yamashita's voice trails off and Shibata's voice firmly steps in. Shibata: Really?... Shibata sighs, he doesn't seem very enthused by Roode's presence....You? He shakes his head.I gave you a chance. I left you unbroken. I offered you a gift… and you threw it away. This upsets me, Robert. This really upsets me. I wanted to root for you. I cheered you on last week during your victory. You proved you still got something… and then you immediately went and ruined it. You’re stepping up to a level that you don’t belong at. I wanted so badly to come out here and lock eyes with a man that has what it takes. Instead, I’m locking eyes with a fool… and foolish men do foolish things. What a foolish thing you’ve done here tonight, leveling unfounded accusations at a man that could break you in half. I look behind you though, toward the locker room, and I see nobody willing to step up. At least you have courage. That’s worth something. I suppose I have no choice but to accept your challenge… but I have one condition. After I beat you, you never look my way again. You keep my name out your mouth. You don’t step foot in my ring when I’m in it. You don’t even think about locking up with me… because you don’t deserve to. Mixed reactions for that one. It doesn't phase Shibata though. His tone grows even more judgmental.I go to battle with warriors. You, my friend, are no warrior. You’re a fly. I swat you away and yet you still come back, relentlessly buzzing around in my face. It’s annoying. It’s disrespectful… and if you keep it up I’m not just going to swat you away again like I did last time. I’m going to squash you. You should be thankful I didn’t do that a couple weeks ago. You weren’t important enough to draw my ire, and you still aren’t important enough. You are however, irritating enough… putting your failures on a pedestal. Comedic. I booted you in the face and you were too loopy to break up my pinfall. You call this… “stealing my victory”. I call it a devastating defeat. If that happened to me I’d have no choice but to accept my loss. I’d let it sink in. I’d learn from it and I’d let it fuel me to success. When the time is right… when I feel I’ve earned the opportunity, I’d avenge my loss. You chose a different route. Shibata paces back and forth, like a tiger ready to strike.You avoided the first step altogether. You won’t accept your loss. Why is it that people here are so scared of their own failures? None of you can seem to accept them. Why? Don’t you realize how important they are? You don’t get better without failure. If you can’t even acknowledge yours, you’re never going to improve... much less stand a chance against me. You don’t even need to be fighting me. You need to be fighting yourself. Break down your ego. Realize you are nothing… so you can become everything. Shibata pauses to let that last line sink in.I have to ask something of you. I have to ask... that following your failure at backlash... don't avoid it. Don't take the coward's way out. Face your shortcomings like a man. Acknowledge them head on. For if you don't, there will be hell to pay. Not from me... but from the world. This universe won't be as merciful as I am. Trust me.
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Post by Sam on May 6, 2024 0:23:57 GMT -6
The Mighty Caleb: Finally, the foul serpent appears before me without slithering away into the darkness from whence he came. And he comes with a warning?, a warning of what exactly Vincent?, I am not defenceless like Eddie Guerrero was - I am not weak of mind like your countless victims through the years in this realm. No, for once Vincent you are standing across the ring from a man who is not afraid of you, not willing to be intimidated and one who is fully prepared for what is about to happen at Backlash. You claim the stipulation of our battle, a Viking Rules match is a conduit for your violence, your chaos and that may be so - but I must remind you it is I who came out victorious the last time I fought under these rules when I slayed the mighty 'Colossus' Bronson Reed... and it was when I was digging out shards of glass from my forehead, my arms, my chest after a Taipei Deathmatch... when I realised that perhaps I too might have a propensity for violence when it is called upon. This is a situation that certainly calls upon... it won't be needless violence, it won't be to the defenceless and the weak but it will be a necessity... to rid this realm of you and your foul ways for good... and that will certainly be worth it.
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Post by Dres on May 6, 2024 7:36:47 GMT -6
Vincent: Greater men than you have tried to rid this realm of me over the years but, with my standing here in the flesh as proof, none of them have been successful. And we’re talking about men that had the propensity to do it, Caleb, so my question to you is if the who’s who of the UWF couldn’t get the job done, what makes you think a goofy Viking in facepaint is going to accomplish it? Now sure, you’ve shown you can hang when times get violent and you, like me, have an impressive Television Championship reign on your resume but it’s like I said before: Feigr.
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Post by gunn on May 6, 2024 10:49:23 GMT -6
Sicilian Heart plays as the self proclaimed “Don” of the UWF, Tomasso Ciampa makes his way down to the ring, flanked by his main enforcer, Oba Femi, as usual the duo is talking business as they make their way to the ring. Oba holds the ropes open for the “Don” and Ciampa enters, removing his suit jacket he hands it off to the ring tech in exchange for a mic, slipping the ring tech a twenty for his services, getting into the middle of the ring, Ciampa would point up at the titantron that just showed Romans video and he would look at Oba and shrugs before lifting the mic to speak.
Ciampa: What a shocker, Roman Reigns doesn’t have the testicoli to come out here and face me like a man. As usual Roman doesn’t show up for a confrontation, he needs to hide behind his video productions and his weights well Roman, one man who doesn’t hide is myself. You see I stand on business and Roman we got plenty of business to talk about. You want to talk about excuses and how I wanted this. Well lets rewind to a few weeks ago, Wrestlemania, I pinned your ass right in the middle of the ring and you made the excuse that it didn’t count because it wasn’t one on one, sounds like excuses to me my Samoan friend.
Ciampa and Oba nod at each other
Ciampa: So you see, I did what you did Roman and I went to my Consiglieri and I got advice from them. I took the word of my council and they said while I had jackshit to prove to you or anyone else out here, if I want to be the “Don” of the UWF, I had to show that I stand on my business, that I won’t back down from any challenge, so despite me not owing you a damn thing Roman, i accepted this match for Backlash because once we’re in this ring together and I pin you, again, you are not going to have any excuses. I don’t want to hear any excuses saying that you weren’t ready or that you weren’t in the right headspace because based off that video there with your personal walrus, the new “Wiseman” Samoa Joe, you’re out there working hard in the gym, getting into the headspace you need for this war that is going to happen.
Ciampa waves a hand over his suit.
Ciampa: You see I may dress up in the finest italian suits money can buy these days but that doesn’t mean I have forgotten my roots because my roots are just as important as your roots are to you Roman. You pride yourself on being the next level Samoan in Wrestling, saying that you’re on God mode now but from what i’ve seen, God mode isn’t as effective as it used to be back in the day pal, maybe your cheat codes need to come to the modern day. You want to call yourself the Quarterback of UWF. Well, you’re less Patriots Era Tom Brady and more Buccaneers Era Tom Brady. A man still clinging on to past greatness who can’t admit that his era is over and that a new era is rising, my era.
The crowd boos Ciampa.
Ciampa: Tell me when i’m telling lies folks, since Wrestlemania I have gone undefeated in this ring, I am the most focused I have been for years, I know what my prize is going to be and I am working my ass off night and day to get it. You see my people have a proverb, Chi asperttar puote, viene a cio che vuole. Loosely translated it means “Who can wait, will arrive”. Patience is a virtue Roman and I am a patient man, so once I beat you, i’ll wait patiently for EC3 to give me what is rightfully mine: A shot at the UWF Championship but i’ve prattled on long enough and there is one person who I need to thank apart from my enforcer, Oba Femi for my rise. Ladies and Gentlemen, they say behind every great man is a great woman so welcome my Consigleri…..
Pride Fighter begins to play as Sonya Deville makes her UWF return, dressed in a suit she makes her way down to the ring with a mic and welcomes a hug from Ciampa, she speaks up.
Sonya Deville: Roman, what “Don” Ciampa has said is all correct. We’ve been waiting and biding our time for his ascension and we are a patient people. We can wait but what we can’t allow is disrespect, the disrespect you have shown this great man for weeks now, so at Backlash with me and Oba in his corner, “The Don” puts the “The Tribal Chief” out with the trash.
The trio stand in the ring waiting for a response.
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Post by Sam on May 6, 2024 13:13:53 GMT -6
Caleb chuckles to himself, looking above, perhaps to the Gods before he raises the microphone to his mouth again.
The Mighty Caleb: Allow me to fill my Shieldbrothers here tonight in on what you mean by Feigr. It's an old word forgotten perhaps in this realm but remembered well in Caleb's. It means one is destined for death, fated to die. And although our once Horror King surely means this word as some sort of conjuration, some sort of mental attack - I must remind him that it is in fact true that yes I am doomed to face death, but so is he... ultimately we all meet our makers in the eternal afterlife, it is fated for us all. But I must ask you Vincent - what afterlife awaits a retched beast such as you?, eternal torture, a cold, lonely void?, perhaps you would like that - perhaps it would even suit you. You speak of Feigr, but that is of little concern to The Mighty Caleb, what concerns The Mighty Caleb is how he meets his end... a glorious battle so I may be taken from the field and delivered to the Allfather's mighty hall to fight, feast, drink and the enjoy the lamentations of many wenches... as any true warrior should. You plan to deliver me this end but I can assure you that time is not upon us Vincent, Odin will have to wait much longer before I am returned to his realm because this 'goofy' man with the facepaint has much to do in this realm, many more glorious battles to be won, quests to be achieved and many, many more conquests in the Revolution Realm... namely sending Vincent to cold depths of Helheim where he may languish in his own twisted mind and lament the day he crossed paths with The Mighty Caleb.
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Post by itfactor on May 6, 2024 14:29:32 GMT -6
You know Katsuyori, we shared the same locker room before and I know you a bit. I remember you. We didn't interact much but I do remember what type of a man you are. You are a real man, I am not going to talk lowly of you just because you are my opponent. Better the opponent beaten, better the man he is and that is what I see of you and this match. But... if I didn't know you from before I would say you were acting like a coward, trying to sway me out of this match so you can avoid me. Of course, that is not the case of a man who is not afraid but willing to take kicks, punches to all of his body and even his head. We know how bad that is in our business. You are not a coward but you talk like one. Or you had a great psychologic mentor who suggested you to inject fear against your opponents before your matches so you can get in their head. You don't need that because you are a living, breathing sign of danger with all that strikes you have. But you got one point right between all these bullshit that came out of your mouth. I got courage. People in the back know you, your past, what you are capable of. Believe me, I know that as well but unlike people in the back I have courage to accept your challenge. I have guts to come out here and moreover I have something people in the back and you, so called warrior, don't have. I have the audacity to challenge myself. I have the willingness to test myself, how far I can go, what I can do. It takes me to you? So be it! My opponent is not Triple H, not Jamie Hayter, not you or anyone in the back! My only opponent is myself. The level, the bar that is set is the former World Champion Robert Roode. And this man in the ring, what he can do? We are going to see it but I don't know what he is capable of. Will he reach there? Will he out do his former glories? I simply don't know but I will push- no I will break my limits! The gauge will go right at the end and it will break if it has to be!
When I am willing to all this what you want is more? Katsuyori, you ain't going to face Robert or Bobby Roode if you want to call it. You are going to face a man who is willing to do anything and everything to prove himself! Not to you, not to them but to myself! That's why I came back, that is why I am here and that is why you are going to get a hell of a beating and a loss at Backlash! You don't believe it, don't you? Of course! I see it in your eyes. I sense it in your aura, I smell it in your breath. The confidence. You know Ikarus? The men who flew som high that his wings got heated and burned as he got too close to the sun. The fact is, I don't see any reason why you have such wings because you didn't earn them since you came back! And you better get those imaginary wings out of my face because I am going to break them and stick it to where it doesn't shine!
Roode clearly got angry. He gets right into Shibata's face.
You gave me a chance to run? Here I am, right in front of you and I will be so at Backlash. This ring is the gift that is given to me. This ring is where I will give and get respect. This ring is where my money is, where my reputation is and I am here to claim it by proving myself. Not you or any other tough dude is going to take it away from me! You wanted another tough man huh? You might know or believe it now but you get the toughest, baddest SOB you can have! And I... I will prove it to you! And your condition? Agreed. I don't need any condition to face any man or woman on god's green earth. A person, me and this ring. Enough said. Normally it was me with the talking and you with the hitting but it seems like our break in business made us change the roles. I am the one ready to fight and you are the one to yapi-yapi yap...
Roode makes talking gesture with his hand.
If you beat me, I won't even be at your shadow. I will be meters away from you, I won't even commentate or ring the bell in your matches. But if I beat you... You are more than welcome to ask for a rematch because I am not going to steal a win, I am not going to cheat my way, I am not going to pin another person to beat you. I will beat you fair and square either by a pinfall or submission showing myself not that I am better than you but I am better and can even be better! You don't want me in front of you again? So hit me as hard as you can! Kick me in the head, headbutt me, punch me in the jaw. Don't hold back! Bring your best, demonstrate what you are famous for! Because if you don't bring you will definitely lose! If you don't bring I will be everywhere you are and I will be the target you are aiming for to be a champion while you are right there in my shadow! Well... There is also one thing you don't understand... The harder I fall, the stronger I get back up... This is why I am here to face you. So give your best shot you SON OF A BITCH!
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Post by Roach on May 6, 2024 22:33:40 GMT -6
Shibata smirks. He feels Roode's passion, and he likes it.
I see a flame. A fire burning within you. You believe every word you utter. Your voice has been set ablaze… but all fires eventually die out. Mine’s just beginning to burn. I want to believe you can extinguish it… but you’re simply in over your head. You don’t have the tools, friend. I wish I could give them to you, but you don’t want to listen. I respect your confidence but it will be your downfall. You compare me to Icarus. How ironic. I suppose you are correct, though. I indeed don’t have any wings to be clipped… because I am the sun.… but you? You’re not even Icarus. You’re no bird. I called you a fly but you’re not even that for you don’t have any wings either. Maybe you used to, but not anymore. You’re living a new life, a far less glorious one. You’re a larvae now… inching your way along… looking up toward the sun. I must suggest you look away. Look back toward reality, or you’re going to get burned. Balor learned that last week. Hunter the week before. You saw it happen, and yet you still refuse to learn. I pity you.
Shibata speaks like he's a friend at an intervention. He really believes in what he's saying. He's not trying to put Roode down as much as it may sound like it. He's trying to open him up... to a harsh reality.
You talk like you’ve got nothing to lose. Many would say that makes you dangerous. I say it makes you reckless. You don’t want to be reckless with me. You want to be calculated… and as our last encounter showed… you’re not all that calculated anymore. You seem to acknowledge that. I suppose you feel the walls closing in. You’re not as sharp as you once were. You’re not as quick. You’re not as strong. I’ve dealt with these doubts before. I’m no young man as you’ve pointed out. I had to acknowledge these flaws… and then I erased them. I worked and I worked and I worked to try and get back to near perfection… and mark my words… I succeeded. I’m there. Can you say the same?
Shibata pauses. He wants Roode to ponder his question.
I wish you could, but even if you say the words… you, me and everybody watching would know it’s a fallacy…. but I’m no psychiatrist, friend. I don’t want to get into your head. I want you to look into your head. Fight past your stubbornness and ego to find the truth… that I am better than you. Accept the fact so you can change the fact. You think I don’t want a challenge? I want you to make me look like a fool. I want my words to age poorly. I want to be the misguided one, not you… because I despise this reality. This bleak, monotonous cycle of victory. It doesn’t please me. I fantasize about coming up short… but that’s all it is… a fantasy. I want to believe that I’m not the pinnacle of this sport but nobody seems to want to support that belief with their actions. I pray that one day I’ll wake up knowing there’s somebody better… that there’s a level I haven’t reached yet… but I haven’t seen that day in a very long time. I didn’t see it the last time I stepped in the ring with you. I don’t see it now. I won’t see it at backlash. I’m looking around this place… and I fear that I may never see that day.
Shots fired. The crowd breaks out into an "ooooooh." If that wasn't a challenge to Roode and everybody in the back then I don't know what is.
If you can somehow become an entirely different person… an entirely different competitor… and make me see that day… I would thank you. You’d earn a place at the center of my heart. I’d finally be put at ease. I wouldn’t ask you for a rematch. I’d ask you to look past me just as I wish I could be looking past you right now. Take the momentum you’d have earned and bring it all the way to the top of the promotion. Anyone that can put me down is worthy of being world champion. You’d forever cement yourself as a truly great wrestler, just as you claimed to be. Two great wrestlers fighting for the love of the game… god do I wish that was our reality, but it’s not. You’re not a great wrestler, Roode. You’re a fine one… and I suppose that’s good enough for this place. It’s not good enough for me, though. Almost nothing upsets me more than mediocrity. There’s few things that eat away at me more. One of those things is mediocrity masquerading as greatness, and that is what you’ve forced upon me today. If you were 20 years younger, I’d get it. It’s hard to see outside yourself when you’re young… but you’re supposed to be a veteran. You’re supposed to be intelligent, yet you still can’t properly assess yourself after all these years. That’s stupidity. I demand better from you. You should demand better from you. You really want to test yourself?… then look in the mirror. Peer into your own soul. If what you see matches what you think and say, then you’ve passed the test. You can then enter my ring and stand a chance at showing me a reality different than the one I perceive, one I so desperately want to exist in. I’m the end all be all, Robert. It’s a burden. One I wish I could let go of, but there’s nobody else in this sport that can carry that weight. Heed my words. Let go of this fantastical idea of yourself. Become something greater. Take this weight off of me.
Shibata's words are spoken as heavily as the supposed weight on his shoulders.
You claim that the harder you fall, the stronger you get back up. That’s a good philosophy, one I subscribe to… but you don’t. You haven’t even abided by your own words. You have to accept that you’ve fallen before you can get back up. Think about how you felt when you saw my hand raised, knowing you couldn’t stop me. Let the feeling take over. Bask in it. Let it push you… and then let it pull you back up. Harness your failure and force that upon me instead of your lies. Make me feel what you felt. I need to feel it… I have to feel it. I don’t throw these judgments your way as strategy. I do it as a plea. You and the rest of this roster have starved me of humility. Only by listening to me can you give me what I need. You think I’m dangerous now? You have no idea…
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Post by AndyDNU on May 7, 2024 5:55:04 GMT -6
Instead of responding immediately, McIntyre appears to be gathering his thoughts as he moves around the ring at a steady pace, unfazed by the cell or the crowd making noise in the background. After a good thirty seconds or so, the Scotsman stops and looks at Knight atop the stage before lifting the mic up to respond. Drew McIntyre: It seems to me that having a few extra pounds of gold about your person hasn't done anything to actually enlighten your mind in any way. Because despite coming out with a little bit of extra shine every week and drooling more frequently over the sight of flashy, expensive cars, the LA Knight I see before me now is still very much the same LA Knight that I've had the displeasure of seeing for these past sixteen months plus. Attitude, music, quips... it's all like for like and lacks real inspiration for someone that claims to be a "Million Dollar Champion". The way I see it, you come out here and preach facts when all you're really doing is spouting opinionated bullshit. You basically claim to be the bees knees of the industry, but in actuality you're playing dumb to the fact that your success is down to you having had one of the luckiest runs in this company's history. Now I won't stand here and deny that when it comes to momentum, the ball is very much in your court at present, and that is something I have to be prepared for. But if you're coming into this bone shuddering structure with the mindset that you've already got this match in the bag, then that shortcoming entirely on you for failing to acknowledge and appreciate the gravity of the horrible situation that awaits you.McIntyre turns his gaze back towards the cell hovering above and takes the time to examine every aspect of it before tilting his head down and back towards the Thursday Night Thriller. Drew McIntyre: You know, from just standing here and taking the sight of the cell in, I'm actually feeling a slight sense of regret... regret over the fact that I didn't think to push for this to be in place at Wrestlemania. Sure, an easy thing to admit when I'm currently standing here without the UWF Title on my shoulder, but had I known that underhanded tactics were going to end up being the deciding factor in me leaving Tampa empty handed, I'd have ensured that the traditional wrestling match was off the table right from the get go. That night I admittedly made the mistake of underestimating the low lengths that you'd swoop to in order to emerge victorious, but to answer the reversed question that you put forth, bringing the momentum to a halt and tearing you apart limb from limb until there's nothing left but a broken mess is how I'm going to deal with that defeat. Because lightning isn't gonna strike twice, and in a chilling environment of this nature, trust me when I tell you that I am ready for anything and everything that you're hoping and planning to throw at me this time around.Some may have expected the Claymore King to have blown up with rage by this point, but he's done a pretty respectable job of keeping a lid on it for now as he continues to air his views. Drew McIntyre: If you were truly as smart as you think you are then you'd know to prepare for the worst, but it's been clear for quite some time now that the significance of my words are lost on you, and that it's actions which end up being the real difference maker here. That ended up being proven during your title celebration last month on Revolution when I could tell from your demeanour that you already had the prospect of trying to fend off other challengers on your mind, and that I had subsequently been placed in rear view mirror and was set to become an afterthought. Naturally, I wasn't having any of that, and so I went about crashing your pitiful party in order to ensure you left that night in the knowledge that your short run as champion was going to be anything but smooth sailing. So for all you may have dreamt about getting one over on O'Reilly again in a big way or being the one to prove that Tommaso Ciampa is nothing more than a bald fraud, as long as I am still around and still capable of kicking heads off necks at full force, every great standing tall scenario that you've ever dreamt up will forever remain a figment of your pathetic imagination.Although seemingly content with his place in the ring, McIntyre decides to lean forward and use the ropes for support whilst continuing to verbally berate the champion. Drew McIntyre: So in closing, and to prove that despite being pissed off, I'm still the only one of the two of us with any class or dignity, I give you both my thanks for keeping the UWF Title warm for me these last few weeks, and my apologies that it's all going to come to a painful and quite likely tearful end for you. The reality of the situation is a simple one LA, there are those like me that can prosper and enjoy having easy eight month long title reigns, and then there are those like you who get fifteen minutes of fame and once it's done, it's done... In the past, both Stokely and I have referred to it as the natural order of things, and once this steel structure has been lowered to the ground, the time will be upon us for natural order to be restored once again. There's a slight err of smugness about McIntyre with his parting words as he lowers the microphone and awaits Knight's response.
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Post by Tapout on May 7, 2024 10:17:59 GMT -6
As the arena plunges into darkness, the sound of a thunderous guitar riff reverberates through the arena, signaling the imminent arrival of Kevin Owens. Strobe lights flicker in sync with the pounding beat, creating a mesmerizing visual spectacle. Owens steps out with a look of intensity etched across his face, and let's out an almost primal-like roar. His eyes firmly locked on the ring and he makes his way down.
Kevin stomps up the steps and clears his feet on the apron. He is handed a microphone from a nearby ringside worker.
Kevin Owens
Randy….you talk to much. The whole arena stinks from the crap coming out of your mouth. You're such a tough guy right? Coming out here and talking about blood on your chest or whatever you said. That's the difference between you and me Randy. You said you need to remind everyone that you're vicious and dangerous. They just know I am. I don't need to come out here every week and remind people that Kevin Owens is a crazy son of a bitch. They just know that. These people watched me survive a Cage of Death match and come out the other side still stunning people. Randy as the kids say today… I'm just built different.
And speaking of kids I want to take a moment to talk about yours. Brock and Bron. Dumb and Dumber. Once again Randy can't get the job done by himself. Stop me if you've heard this one before. Randy Orton finds 2 impressionable young second generation superstars and he sells them a bunch of snake oil and they align with him to do his dirty work. Man if I had a nickel every time that happened. You know your nickname of being a snake is true. Not because you're scary or dangerous or anything no. Because you're really good at hiding like a snake. You've made a whole career out of hiding behind other people.
We've heard and seen this all before Randy. Oh ha ha I'm fat. All I do is make people laugh I'm a clown ha ha. Get some new material Randy! You're just SO BORING. Everything you do is just so boring. The way you talk the way you walk. You can't even fight your own battles. I'm not going to come out here with false bravado and say I'm going to beat you. Because let's face it, I'm probably not. I mean that's just the truth, Randy. I've seen this game before. I've been doing this long enough to know that at Backlash Randy Orton will beat Kevin Owens. I don't have 2 stooges outside the ring making sure I win and I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm still going to give you a hell of a beating. I'm still going to bring the fight to you. Hell I may get a Stunner in. But right when it looks like I'm about to win here comes dumb and dumber to help Daddy win. So enjoy your win at Backlash, Randy. Because in the end it doesn't mean anything. It's empty. Just like you. Just like your entire career.
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Post by Cwalker on May 7, 2024 13:57:26 GMT -6
The very smug McIntyre doesn't have to wait long for the Champion to respond. The brash Megastar pulls the mic back to his lips and retorts.
LA Knight
"Fifteen minutes of Fame." "One of the luckiest runs in company history." Do 'ya hear 'yaself Drew? Excuse after excuse as to why 'ya standing there looking at the Champ instead of being the Champ. And the sad part is, nobody believes 'ya excuses except for 'ya. Fifteen minutes? In case 'ya haven't been paying attention to the show that 'ya supposedly were the focal point of, L...A....Knight has been running hot since September! That's a lot longer than fifteen minutes, Jack! 'Ya life would be so much better and 'ya may even be a little happier if 'ya just came to accept the fact that when I say this is the L...A....Knight show, I'm not telling a lie! Nothing about L...A....Knight is a lie. So 'ya wanna talk about L...A....Knight being the same guy in terms of his swagger and his smart mouth, well 'ya God damn right about that. Because that's what makes L...A....Knight who he is. That's why L...A....Knight is successful. That's why L...A....Knight is the UWF Champion and 'ya just a sad little man clinging to his glory days. 'Ya know the old expression, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." So 'ya can bet 'ya bottom dollar that L...A....Knight is going to be the same today, when he walks into that Cell and when he walks out that Cell with the UWF Championship still on his shoulder.
Almost on cue, Knight adjusts the title that is on his shoulder.
'Ya want to talk about reality McIntyre? Let's talk about it. Let L...A....Knight tell 'ya the real reality of this situation. The truth of the matter in regards to Backlash is simple. And here it is. THAT...
Knight points to the Hell in A Cell structure hanging above McIntyre's head.
Is more intimidating that 'ya will ever be. This is L...A....Knight's first time walking inside that structure, And L...A....Knight's heard all the tales 'bout this structure taking years off 'ya career. Nah. scratch that, years off 'ya life. Some people walk inside that Cell and when they walk out, they're never the same. And to tell 'ya the truth, is it a little daunting? YEAH! But L...A....Knight has never met a challenge that he wasn't ready to face. And if we're going to continue to address the reality of the situation, L...A....Knight has no problem going through all that pain that comes with being locked inside that Cell. The broken bones, the blood, potentially an inferior way of life, L...A.....Knight will gladly risk all of that if it means you don't leave Backlash with this title! Because for as much as 'ya hate it, the truth is, and L...A.....Knight will look 'ya dead in 'ya beaty little eyes as he tells 'ya this, 'ya don't deserve this title. This Championship should be held by the absolute best and let L...A....Knight remind 'ya something he's already told 'ya once, 'ya not the best Drew. 'Ya a very good Number Two that can't seem to cope with the fact that he is and always has been the "beta male".
The Oakland crowd lets out a copious amount of "Ohhhss" after that one. Normally, McIntyre would be seething but this Drew has kept his composure.
'Ya think L...A....Knight is looking past 'ya. 'Ya think L...A....Knight is looking at the O'Reillys and the Ciampas and the Rudes and wondering who is next in line for a shot at the Champ. 'Ya couldn't be any more wrong. 'Ya forget, L...A....Knight lost the Prime Time Medal faster than it takes Braun Strowman to recite the alphabet. L....A.....Knight is not looking past 'ya Drew McIntyre. L...A....Knight is looking dead at 'ya. And 'ya know what L...A....Knight sees? L...A....Knight sees a man who is beaten. And we''re not just talking physically. L...A....Knight sees a man that's been beaten mentally. Because the second 'ya walked through that door, 'ya ran roughshod over everybody. And then 'ya met me. Ever since January 29th, when L...A....Knight won the Royal Rumble and pointed at the WrestleMania sign, he's been in 'ya head. And whether 'ya want to admit it or not; whether 'ya want to keep making excuses, the simple fact of the matter is, L...A....Knight is the only person to shoot at Drew McIntyre and not miss! And 'ya don't know how to react. That's why 'ya keep jumping L...A....Knight from behind. Because 'ya know when 'ya look L...A....Knight in the eye, 'ya just don't measure up. Lightning doesn't need to strike twice. When 'ya L...A....Knight, 'ya simply better than the person that is standing across the ring from 'ya. It's not luck; it's not momentum. It's inevability. Dread it, run from it, it comes just the same.
'Ya thought WrestleMania was a bad night for 'ya, I promise, 'ya ain't seen nothing yet. Because when that Cell lowers and that door is padlocked, L...A....Knight will do anything and he means ANYTHING to make sure we are not subjected to another eight months of Drew McIntyre thinking he is at the top of the food chain. So come Sunday night, 'ya can keep 'ya class. 'Ya can keep 'ya dignity. But L...A....Knight will be keeping the UWF Championship.
Knight lowers his mic. The Champion and Challenger continue to give one another the evil eye. We're lucky there's space between the two of them. Because if not, we may get a early preview of Backlash.
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